Gringotts - Part3j - Harry
“The Boy-who-lived?” Severus asked.
“The Daily Prophet name for young Harry since that night.”
“This will be a nightmare to deal with, they are going to want to write stories about it, and celebrate the Dark Lord’s demise yearly,” Sirius whined.
“Not to say anything about the fact that everyone will know who he is, and what he did,” Remus added.
“I was honestly surprised when you told me Dumbledore left him at Petunia’s that night,” Severus told them and everyone looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “I am not surprised he did exactly, I am surprised the ministry let him, and isn’t charging him with kidnapping. Not only is Harry, heir Potter, as far as they know, but the Prophet said he survived the Killing Curse this never happened before, I was honestly afraid we wouldn’t hear about him before the people start asking about Hogwarts only to find out he spent 10 years in the Department of Mystery.”
“No!” Sirius protested and fell down next to the children to protect them as they finished eating their dessert.
“I am guessing the Department of Mystery was created to solve mysteries,” Phil said and the wizards nodded, “and they won’t stop at experimenting on a baby, especially if they ever learn he came back from the past somehow?” Again they nodded. “We would never let that happen,” Phil affirmed and the others nodded.
“Are there still things on Harry’s parchment?” Remus asked as Clint’s stomach growled.
“Dark residue from a curse on his forehead, it will be cured by our healers and the mark should disappear easily. Other than that I know what his Patronus used to be, but since it is based on the happiest memory, he can change this time around,” Ragnok told them.
“What was it?” Sirius asked.
“No!” Harry said and Ragnok looked under the table at Harry. “‘up’ize.”
“Oh, yes, the books. Very well, little Lord, I won’t tell,” Ragnok nodded at him as Harry smiled toothlessly at him. “The only other noticeable point, he asked to be left in the Peverell vaults after he touched them. Harry if you please.”
Everyone watched as Harry used Sirius’ body to help himself stand up then took cautious steps to the trunk sitting next to Ragnok, the Goblin King moved from his chair to help Harry reach into it. Harry pulled out a box and whispered in Parsel to it when it opened, Sirius grabbed the box, put it on the table then raised Harry, so he was at the same height. They waited for Remus and Severus to check the box while Ragnok went to sit back.
“Shafe,” Harre protested.
“We just want to make sure you are and will stay safe,” Sirius told him and Harry kissed his cheek.
“I can’t find anything. The box appears to be empty,” Severus told them, Remus nodding next to him.
“Okay,” Sirius put Harry down on the table and let him crawl to the box.
Harry put his hands in it and out came a familiar piece of fabric, “James’ cloak?” Harry nodded and put the cloak around himself, then he took out a vial containing a black glistening stone, a struggled to open it, but refused any help, he made sure the stone fell onto his hand and didn’t touch anything else, he kept it in one hand while with the other he searched for something else in the box. When he came up holding a wand the wizards and goblins in the room shouted but Harry shook his head at them, mumbled something and started to glow, but not in bright light like before, this time it was pitch dark though it didn’t feel ominous. Harry quickly put the stone back in the vile and with the wand back into the box before closing it again with Parsel. Once it was done, he nodded to Ragnok and the box disappear.
“What about the cloak little Lord?” Ragnok asked.
As an answer, Harry took a big breath in it, yawned and fell asleep, right there on the table.
“Looks like it is time for another nap,” Phil said and took Harry in his arms Natasha taking Luna and following after him to the cot at the other end of the room.
It was only a few seconds before Phil cried out, everyone rushed to him, although neither Phil nor Natasha were holding the cubs, they were not in the cot either.
“Did they teleport again?” Tony asked. “Where did they go?”
Sirius couldn’t help but laugh at the others’ panic. Remus kicked him in the ass and told him “Grow up!” before he reached into the cot, fumbled around and when he felt the silky fabric tugged on it, everyone but Sirius who was still laughing, gasped as Remus grabbed the cloak turned it around and tucked the cubs in, kissing their forehead. “Sweet Dreams.”
“What the fuck was that?” Clint asked.
“An Invisibility Cloak,” Severus said glaring at Remus and Sirius. “I will get back at you for that, you know?”
“Yes,” they both agreed, they knew how many times they used the cloak to prank Severus, it was only fair, he pranked them back.
“An invisibility cloak. That’s fascinating,” Phil and Tony said together.
“It is and it is not at the same time,” Ragnok interrupted them. “While it is a cloak granting you invisibility if you wear it, it is also a Potter, through the Peverell family, heirloom.”
“Wait,” Severus said. “No, it’s a children story,” he protested but Ragnok nodded. “It isn’t an invisibility cloak, it is The Cloak of Invisibility, gifted by the entity known as Death to the third Peverell brother, who had a daughter, who married into the Potter family,” He explained.
“That’s why it was still working,” Sirius mumbled but everyone ignored him.
“And what happened before that?” Phil asked, sighing now that he calmed down.
“Nothing to be concerned about, as long as you keep the young Lord alive,” Ragnok told them reassuring no one but making it clear by his tone that he wouldn’t answer questions. “Just another title, and more protection for him, but as you have no right to it, it will simply be left alone until he decides to use it. “
“Is he okay though?” Tony inquired. “He fell asleep really fast.”
“That’s…” Sirius started but had to stop to gulp and shake his head. “James was always the best at putting him to sleep, Harry would be crying his little heart out, James would take him holding against his chest and in seconds Harry would be asleep, James’ scent must be all over the cloak.”
“Time for a break,” Ragnok announced and handed the menus his daughter brought earlier, once everyone decided what to eat, the food was quickly delivered, and they talked among themselves about possible plans, or things they wanted to do with the kids, people they could meet, or for Tony and Ragnok a debate on investment, which seemed to make the Goblin King very happy.