Chapter 8: Return to Gringotts
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Chapter 8
Return to Gringotts
The day after Hagrids visit, Harry made his way back to Diagon Alley. There were a few things he had to do before arriving at Hogwarts, for he was sure once there, he would be under the watchful eye of Dumbledore.
'My placement with those muggles, away from the magical world, the blood wards, the tracking charms, and the squib living next door. With all of those things put in place to keep an eye on me and keep me contained. Is obvious that his motives are more than just keeping an eye on magical Britain's great savior or the boy who lived, that people apparently like to call me according to Hagrid.'
He thought for a long time about Dumbledore's motivations. His first guess was the prophecy that Severus told him about, the one that brought his doom. That prophecy has been accomplished already. Technically Voldermort is dead. Of course, he only knew half of the prophecy since that useless git ran away before listening to the end. So there is more to that prophecy or there is something else.
'Whatever it is,I will find out eventually.'
While deep in his thoughts, Harry made it to the entrance of Gringotts. His first stop of the day.
He was currently wearing a glamor to disguise his appearance since he didn't want to call attention to himself.
The goblins of course are able to see through the simple charm, but they know to keep their mouths shut.
"I would like to speak with the Potter account manager, '' Harry said to the goblin at the counter.
A few moments later he was led to a small room, but decently decorated. In the middle were a table and some comfortable-looking chairs. He was told to take a seat. It wasn't long before a well dressed goblin came into the room with a small box in his hands. He placed the box at the table and took a seat.
Without saying a word. He opened the box revealing some parchment and a quill.
"This is the contract between the Potter family and Gringotts. All Potters who want access to the main vault have to sing here." He put the parchment in front of Harry and gave him the quill.
"I must warn you however that the quill in your hands is a blood quill. If you are not who you say you are, your name will disappear from the parchment and I will know you are lying." He didn't say it, but it was understood that there would be consequences if he was proven to be an impostor.
Without hesitation, Harry took the blood quill and signed his name.
His writing shone brightly for a second and then it turned black. Nothing else happened.
The goblin smiled. "Ahh Mr. Potter, it is good to finally meet you. My name is Griphook. What can I do for you?."
"Let's start with the current state of the vault."
Griphook a small book from his pocket and read it. "Let's see. The main vault currently holds 425.300 galleons, a selection of books, jewelry of undetermined value that includes your family ring and some paintings."
"I see. Can i access the vault?" Harry asked
"I am afraid not Mr. Potter. In order to access the vault you need to be declared as an adult, normally at the age of 17. That will also be the time when you can claim your family ring."
'Well, I need galleons right now so I will have to resort to the backup plan. I suppose it is fine, since I need to access that vault sooner or later to retrieve that item.'
He then looked at Griphook again. "What was the last movement of the account? and has someone tried to access it since my parent's death?"
Griphook looked at his notebook and started flipping some pages before stopping.
"The last movement was made by your father two months before his death. He made a transfer of 300.000 galleons to one Albus Dumbledore." He gave Harry a look only to see him twitch his eyebrow a little. He then continues.
"As for trying to access the account. We had a couple of idiots trying to impersonate you, Mr. Potter, of course, they failed and ended up in our lovely cells for some time. Also, Albus Dumbledore tried to access the account a month after your parents passed away, he claimed that he was your magical guardian and wanted to make sure everything was in order. I informed him that since the Potter family was without a lord, as per our rules, the account was to be frozen until the heir came of age. He seemed most distraught about the news." Griphook finished.
"Yes. I am sure he was. " Harry said, not letting his anger show. "Thank you Griphook, you have done a good job. That would be all for now. Ohh but before I forget. I need to speak with the account manager of the Lestrange vault."
If the goblin was surprised, he didn't show it. He asked Harry to wait in the room while he called the other account manager and left.
It took less than five minutes before a very angry-looking goblin entered the room. He walked to the table, took a seat, and stared at Harry with an intense glare.
"Well Mr. Potter, what can Gornuk do for you?"
Harry looked at the goblin, gave it a soft smile and said. "Ohh not much, I just want full access to the Lestrange Vault."
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