Gringotts - Part7 - Clint
Once they extracted a promise out of Tony and gave the cubs biscuits and milk, they moved on to the rest of the tests.
Clinton Francis Barton
Sire: Harold Barton
Bearer: Edith Barton, née Bernard
Brother: Charles Bernard Barton
“Stop!” Clint snapped at Ragnok before he could read on. “My brother’s family is off-limits.”
“There is a secrecy ward on the room,” Phil reminded him.
"That doesn’t keep you from going to visit them yourself, does it?” Clint retorted.
“So you don’t trust us, after everything we shared with you?” Sirius asked his wand in hand.
“It’s not you!” Clint protested. “My brother has a wife and kids, who are in a secured location, hidden from him,” Clint explained. “He is one of the best marksmen in the world, if he wanted to find them he would wait months until he could follow one of us to their house.”
Sirius, Severus, Remus, and Ragnok shared a look before Sirius shrugged and said:
“We can hide them completely, even if he knew the exact address he would never find them.”
“You can do that?” Phil asked.
“Yes!” Ragnok confirmed. “I will skip to the next relevant part.”
Clint nodded and thanked him.
“First you should know the Bernards are an old French wizards' family who immigrated to the MACUSA in the 19th century,” Ragnok explained. “They settled in Montana and built a community, an all magical village, which became a refuge at different points in time, and is now a resort center.”
“Oh, I went to that place once, it’s actually really nice,” Sirius exclaimed smiling at Clint. “But we can’t go there now, Phil won’t be allowed to go with us, they have a strict policy on No-Maj,” He said before turning to Phil. “Not that they have anything against people without Magic, it’s a security measure, the resort relies heavily on magic, and they had problems several times with No-Maj getting lost and dying, or breaking something by using their way.”
“I guess, it’s logical, I wouldn’t let you in our Headquarter until I am sure you can protect yourself either,” Phil said with a shrug.
Magical Core:
Level 12
“As you have no title, you have no political clout, but your core his high enough to be considered a full wizard and as such are allowed to be a candidate in the MACUSA’s election, or to work as a high-level MACUSA employee,” Ragnok explained.
“No, thank you,” Clint told him, pulling a face at the idea. “I’ll keep the little one safe while you all go play with the politician,” He announced with a grin.
“If I followed correctly, your low-level magic means, it is focused on one particular talent,” Phil said.
“Correct,” Ragnok agreed but didn’t reveal what the talent was, immediately, making Clint pout, only making Ragnok grin at him.
Magical Familiar:
Phoenix - Firecracker - known as Fawkes.
“What?” Sirius, Severus, and Remus exclaimed.
“What’s the problem?” Tony asked.
“Well, first, phoenixes are incredibly rare, and are said to only bond to people of great magical power,” Remus informed them.
“Which I am not,” Clint agreed.
“Second, there is a reason Dumbledore’s group of fighters during the war, is called The Order of Phoenix,” Sirius said. “Fawkes is Dumbledore’s familiar. Though, I suppose it was a lie, as most of what we know about him,” Sirius commented mournfully.
“You said familiar can choose to bond to a new wizard, though,” Natasha pointed out.
“Yes, but only after their death, and not even the Twins mentioned Dumbledore’s death in their report of the future,” Severus retorted.
“The Familiar bond can be broken, by the familiar if they disapprove of their bonded’s behavior. Dumbledore has been telling everyone that Phoenixes only choose pure-hearted wizards to bond with, losing Fawkes would deal a big blow to his image,” Remus explained.
“Also,” Natasha said and went to cuff Clint on the back of his head, “Firecracker? Really? What are you? 12?”
“What? Phoenixes are big flaming birds, right? Like in the legends?” Clint asked, and the wizards nodded. “Then I think it’s appropriate.”
“If you burn down my tower, I’ll make you fix it by hand,” Tony warned, making Clint huff, and Natasha rolled her eyes.
Contract Filed with Gringotts
Employment - SHIELD Special Agent
Tertiary Guardianship - Harrison James Potter-Black-Lupin
Ragnok shuffled through the papers, “all your tests have been updated to reflect your guardianship.”
“Your medical history shows a lot of injuries, starting in early childhood,” Ragnok said and turned to eye Clint up and down, before nodding. “We can fix everything.”
“Everything?” Tony asked curiously.
“Misaligned bones, scars,” Ragnok said waving a hand toward Clint, “We couldn’t offer it to you,” Ragnok told Tony, “Because we don’t have the knowledge required to work around your contraption. As a Technomage, you could find a way. Do it. Come back. And we will fix you too,” He promised.
“Monetary wise, I suppose a vault was open for me, as it was for the other,” Ragnok nodded at Clint. “Is there an easy way to convert money from here to No-Maj currency?”
“A good question,” Ragnok praised him. “Not at the moment, but the detailed proceeding for such procedure was found in the trunk and will be implemented soon.”
“I will see about transferring my money to my vault then,” Clint informed him.
“Very well, I’ll make sure to inform you immediately when the cards are ready.”
“You would transfer everything here?” Phil asked him surprised.
“No better place to hide it,” Clint smirked at him. “No one, not even SHIELD would think I put it here, and if they did the Goblins look like they could handle them, I did read the inscription on the wall when we entered.”
Phil simply nodded, Remus didn’t know if there was anything to answer anyway, Clint was perfectly right.
Special Ability:
Perception Seer - Second Grade.
Everyone looked at Clint, who raised his hands in an ‘I am innocent’ gesture.
“I never had a vision,” Clint assured them.
“Perception seers don’t get visions, not int the way you think,” Ragnok informed him. “First grades have frequent déja-vu, second grades have the ability to anticipate an object in movement. If I were to roll a ball you would know exactly where to intercept it.”
“Which explains why you never miss a target,” Tony commented.
“Yes, and no,” Ragnok added when he saw Clint’s face fall. “You, Tony, are a Technomage, but you would still be a Technomage if you never touched a circuit board, you learned your skills, just as Clint did his. Perception Seers have to learn to interpret their anticipation, to use it accurately, and on top of it, Clint had to learn to use each of the weapons he can manipulate to know what to use, how, when, with how much force or how little, but also to choose the target to make the maximum damage.”
Seeing the questioning look in everyone’s eyes he gave an example.
“To go back to the ball, if I had two, and sent them from opposite sides of the room, then I give Clint one arrow, and he needs to make both balls deviate.”
“I could wait for the balls to meet if they were sent into each other path, shooting them when they are close. Or shoot one to send it on to the other,” Clint told them, automatically.
“To do that, you need to know when they will cross path, or when and how to shoot to make them collide,” Tony said understanding.
“It doesn’t deter from your years of training,” Phil agreed.
“It is a skill, just as useful as their magic,” Natasha said pointing at the wizards, “his money,” she said pointing at Tony, “Or my serum.”
“What about you?” Sirius asked Phil.
“That is for me to know and for you to find out,” Phil told him raising an eyebrow in a daring manner.