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“Does Mr. Potter have his key", asked the creature Hagrid identified as a goblin.
"NO", came the response from the 11 year old wizard before Hagrid could offer a response.
"In that case I will escort you to the Potter Family Account Manager for the necessary testing to be done. In the interim, Griphook will escort you to Vault 713."
As Hagrid was led away young Harry was led down a series of tunnels before coming to stop before a door made of Ebony with a crest embellished on it. The bank teller knocked on the door. It didn't take a long time before they were admitted to the room behind the door. The room was very simple. It had a large desk with chairs on either sides of it. The Goblin sitting behind the desk was positively ancient.
"'Mr. Potter is here to prove his identity and retrieve his Vault Keys," explained the Teller.
"So, you are The missing Potter Heir child?" asked a surprisingly smooth voice with a dangerous edge. Harry was now very nervous. He responded with a nod that showed how nervous and unsure he was.
"Well, let’s see how true that is," stated the elder Goblin while extracting from his desk a small ceramic bowl which displayed the same crest as that on the door.
"Come closer child," beckoned the elder Goblin with a beautiful silver dagger, "This will not hurt you if you are of the Potter bloodline." he grasped Harry's hand when he was in close proximity. With precision that indicated experience, the elder Goblin cut Harry's palm and allowed the blood to drain and collect in the ceramic bowl on the desk. Before Harry could react, the cut had been healed by the Goblin and his hand released, no pain was experienced.
The elder Goblin then began a guttural chant in a language that Harry could neither identify nor believe. The Ceramic Bowl began to glow Royal Blue, Silver and Emerald green. The glow intensified until Harry swore he was going to go blind. He tried to look away but found that he could no longer move or talk. Just when he thought this was the end of his very short life, a figure appeared in the midst of the light. It started small and continued to grow until Harry could finally identify the figure. Heading straight to him was a dragon made of Royal Blue and Silver light. As the goblin chant increased in volume and tempo, so did the size of the Dragon. Harry was now positive that this dragon was going to eat him as soon as it escaped the Bowl to which it was tethered by its tail.
The goblin chant then came to an abrupt end. This caused the dragon to pull away from the bowl and dived towards Harry. He watched with wide eyes as the colossal beast came closer and closer until it entered his chest as if it were not solid. Before he could scream, comforting warmth began to exude from his chest. The warmth made him feel like he was being given the best hug in the world. The warmth of the hug continued until there was a searing pain on his right ring finger. When he looked down he noticed a silver ring was now present on his finger and on the ring was the same dragon emblem that he had seen on the door and the bowl.
When he chanced a look on the elder goblin, he realized that he was smiling, if it could be called that because it belonged on the face of a psychopath. All too soon the warmth began to fade until it was a dull sensation that he could feel if he focused on it.
"Well, that went better than I expected. The Potter Magics didn't tear you apart, which means that you are in fact Haddricus Potter, Heir to the Ancient and Valiant House of Potter," explained the ancient goblin with a shrug, "I have been your accountant for the past 350 years, you may call me Bloodspear, Heir Apparent Potter."
"It’s nice to meet you Mr. Bloodspear," whispered Haddricus, and then he fainted.