Harry Potter Getting Even

Diagon Alley, 5th June 1998

Making sure his glamour was in place, Harry made his way through the crowd at the Leaky Cauldron. Harry wanted to make sure he didn't draw any attention to himself, even though he wouldn't be recognised as Harry Potter. The glamour spell he had found in an old Black family grimoire was one of the best he had heard of, let alone performed. He had lengthened his unruly black hair to his shoulders, making it easier to hide his scar. His emerald green eyes paled to a light grey, his cheekbones and jawline sharpened, and the spell even added a few inches to his 5ft 8 frame making him 6ft. The changes were based on his own family features, making it easy to maintain.

When he arrived at the bank Harry greeted the goblin guards with a respectful nod to each of them, shocking the guards. Most wizards either ignored their presence completely or looked down on them as lesser creatures.

Walking up to the first free desk, Harry lowered the hood of his thick travelling cloak. The goblin serving him looked at Harry intently, as though he could see through the glamour, making Harry wonder about the extent of goblin magic.

"Greetings master goblin," Harry began, "I recently received a missive from Gringotts Bank pertaining issues about my inheritance and reparations."

The goblin stared for a moment before standing. He said, "If you would follow me, Harry Potter, Chief Ragnok would like to deal with this issue personally."

Harry tried not to let his surprise at being recognised show, and followed the goblin as they lead him down intricate corridors further into the bank. He hoped that the goblins would not hold him alone responsible for the damage done by the dragon or for breaking into the bank. He knew they took pride in being impenetrable.

Coming to a stop outside a large door guarded by two goblins Harry let out a breath and steeled himself. The goblin leading him knocked once before turning to face Harry.

"I will be leaving you here, Mr. Potter," he said before turning to leave.

"Wait," Harry called out, making the goblin pause. "May I ask, what is your name, master goblin?"

Surprised, he replied, "My name is Bloodfang, Mr. Potter."

Harry nodded his head in thanks, before speaking again, "Then I thank you Bloodfang, for your help today. May your gold continue to grow."

The traditional goblin thank you surprised both Bloodfang and the surrounding guards. Harry hadn't even known that there were traditional greetings and customs for dealing with goblins until recently and hoped that the goblin race wouldn't hold his childhood ignorance against him.

Smiling toothily, Bloodfang nodded. "Thank you Mr. Potter and may your enemies cower at your name." With that done Bloodfang disappeared in the direction they had travelled. Before Harry had a chance to say anything to the guards, the doors to the room opened.

"Enter, Mr. Potter," a voice said.

Nodding to the guards in passing, Harry entered the office. Sitting behind a large desk was a richly dressed goblin who Harry had never before seen.

"Greetings Ragnok, chief of Gringotts," Harry said as he bowed slightly to the head goblin

Looking over his desk Ragnok was surprised at the image the young wizard presented. He could see through the magical glamour, as all goblins could; it was only blood glamours and polyjuice potions that caused them difficulty. Underneath it he thought the wizard appeared tired and surprisingly small - not necessarily in stature, but in presence. Beckoning him to sit, Ragnok spoke, "Greetings, Mr. Potter."

Sitting down in the chair, Harry waited for the goblin to speak. "It has recently come to our attention that you have yet to claim your lordship of both the Most Ancient and Noble houses of Potter and Black, alongside this you have not claimed the inheritances set away for you."

Harry felt his eyes widen. "I'm sorry for my ignorance Chief Ragnok, but I was unaware of any lordships or inheritances," Harry said. In a corner of his mind, Harry was extremely glad that the meeting didn't appear to be about the dragon or the break in.

Ragnok stared hard at the young wizard. "You mean to tell me your magical guardian did not tell you of your standing in our society?"

Harry let is confusion show and asked, "Magical guardian? I'm sorry, but I'm not aware of ever having a magical guardian. My parents as well as my godfather are dead."

"You're correct, of course, Mr. Potter, however up until your 17th birthday Albus Dumbledore was your magical guardian," Ragnok said.

"Dumbledore?" Harry questioned.

"Indeed," Ragnok said, "you say you're unaware of your inheritance and lordships?"

"That's correct," Harry said in a daze.

"Right Mr. Potter, if you would just wait here I will be back momentarily," Ragnok said, before he stood and made his way to the doors. Speaking in rapid gobbledegook, he ordered his guards to go and find a blood inheritance worker. Returning to his desk, he looked at the wizard.

"As you have had no counsel or preparation for your inheritance, I think it is best if you undergo a blood inheritance test, that way you can see proof of your station," Ragnok said.

Harry nodded, remembering what he had read recently about such tests, but unsure about the particulars. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but won't such a test just show who I am?" Harry asked.

"Yes, that is indeed one of the tests qualities, however such a test will also show all inherited lordships or lordships gained through other means, any and all adoptions, magical qualities, abilities and bonds as well as vaults. It can also show any magical blocks, compulsions, and interferences such as potions as well as give the date any such potions or blocks were first administered," the goblin explained.

"I see," Harry said. Thinking about the potions Mrs. Weasley had given him for pain weeks ago, he decided that it wouldn't matter if they showed up as they were generic pain potions, however before he could ask the doors opened and an ancient looking goblin entered holding a piece of golden parchment. The goblin approached Ragnok and bowed low before speaking in rapid gobbledegook. Ragnok and the ancient one spoke quickly to each other before turning to Harry.

"Would you consent to doing such a test Mr. Potter?" The ancient one asked.

"Of course," Harry agreed.

"All you have to do is allow three drops of your blood to touch the parchment," Ragnok said, producing an ornate dagger from a draw in his desk and handing it to Harry.

Gripping the daggers gilded handle, Harry steeled himself before placing the tip against his thumb. He watched in fascination as blood welled from the wound. Holding his thumb above the parchment on the desk he quickly moved it after three drops fell.

The ancient goblin chanted then, the air filling with such thick magic it was almost tangible. As quickly as it started it was over and the goblin fell silent.

Looking at the parchment that seemed to glow momentarily, Harry watched as words appeared.

Ragnok was surprised at the ritual, usually such a test would not elicit such a magical reaction; therefore he waited with bated breath as the wizard picked up the parchment. He knew that whatever was on it would be interesting to say the least.

Harry stared at the parchment, shocked and enraged beyond reason as he read the surprisingly long list.