Picking up the Pieces

Chapter Four

It took two days for the letter I was expecting to arrive, and the moment it did I immediately went to Harry to grab our trunks, and let Hades and Hedwig free, before hunting down Petunia.

She was already aware that I was expecting a letter and what it meant.

"I see you weren't lying," scoffed Petunia as she watched Harry bring down each trunk to await me in the living room. "We better not hear from your kind ever again."

"You won't as long as you do as I say," I shot back smile sweet and lies almost dripping from my lips as I watched her sneer at us. "She holds ties to our world, so as long as she doesn't become suspicious, then you have no worries of our kind bothering you."

Well, until I set up the lawsuits against them anyway.

Petunia didn't bother to respond this time, only shooed us away from her as she headed towards the kitchen. Which reminded me, she would now have to do all the chores again.

Mainly as I doubted that she would force her precious Dudders to do it.

"Time to go?" questioned Harry with a small smile making me grin even as I nodded before motioning for him to follow me. "Where are we going?"

"I've heard mention from a few professors that there are wards around this house," I answered as we headed out the back door and to the side of the house facing opposite of Figg's. "I would rather not find out that it's true with the portkey not working."

The letter had provided the needed words to activate the thing inside.

Once we had gotten away from the house and hidden between two of the currently empty houses a block away, did I stop and hold the letter out to Harry.

"What?" questioned Harry with a confused frown.

Right, because currently he's never used a portkey.

"Grab hold," I ordered making him to do so with confusion. "Don't let go, otherwise you might end up in some weird place. It's how we use a portkey, and I've hear the sensation is horrible."

Which I wasn't looking forward to finding out, but needs must.

"Alright," agreed Harry, face a bit green.

"Gringotts Bank," I called out loudly even as I made sure to grip tightly to the letter with one hand and my trunk with my other, Harry doing the same. "Ugh..."

That feeling was like a large hook grabbing hold of you at the navel before yanking you into a dizzy circle and down a long tunnel.

I wasn't even surprised when we ended up crashing to the ground in a small room with our trunks beside us.

We couldn't even say never again either, not when it was likely we'd have to use another soon.

"You've made it, Heiress Potter," stated a goblin as we shakily gained to our feet once more and took a chance to look around. "Follow me."

We were only given second to gather our wits, and our trunks, before having to rush after the goblin who was already leaving the small room behind.

It seemed we were deeper in the bank then was ever shown on the movies as I didn't recognize anything.

Though that could be simply because this was now reality and not fiction.

"Sir, I've brought Heiress Potter and her brother," continued the goblin once we made it to a specific door and he knocked upon it. "Enter now."

That last bit was directed towards us, making me give a nod and a small word of thanks before motioning for Harry to enter the room.

Inside was a larger goblin sitting at a desk with two chairs placed in front of it, there was also a name plaque.

It seemed this goblin was named Ripfang.

"You've used an ally to reach out to Gringotts," started Ripfang as the door behind us closed while we slowly moved forward to sit before him. "Explain."

"We only learned of this world right before our first year at Hogwarts," I started as his eyes locked onto my form alone. "During that year and last, I started to learn what I could about this world. In doing so, I learned that the Potter's held a title and that things were being kept from us and that I would need to find out just what those things were."

Least of those secrets being the fact I was to be Lord Potter.

"So, you sent a letter through an ally to gain Gringotts aide," mused Ripfang with a scoff before sending a glare towards me. "If you speak the truth, this means all your vaults will need to be checked over and your current manager at the bank dealt with."

Because we should have received monthly statements concerning our vaults.

"Correct," I answered with a small nod. "I would also like a detailed inheritance test for both me and my brother. One that will not only list any vaults or titles we might be entitled to, but also list any potions or spells placed on our person."

This was the main reason I wanted to contact the bank.

"Alright," stated Ripfang as he pressed something on his desk before barking something out in the goblin language. "Two tests will be here shortly, as you are the last of your line will you be taking up your Lordship?"

Doing so would automatically emancipate me and allow me to gain custody of Harry.

I only gave a nod as answer making Ripfang give me a bloodthirsty smile.

Mainly as it meant they could once more start making money via investments made by me or Harry.

Which made sense considering currently our vaults were just sitting there and gaining money from old investments.

If those investments were still good and not obsolete.

Things moved quickly from there as another goblin stepped into the room and handed over two pieces of parchment and two feathered quills.

It made me curious if they spelled the objects before bringing them forward to keep witches and wizards from stealing the spell.

Well, if said spell would even work for us.

"I'll go first," I stated when taking note of Harry's pale face causing me to stand up and move closer towards the desk. "What do I need to do?"

"Allow your magic to fill into the quill," answered Ripfang as he handed one of the quills over while also shifting one of the pieces of parchments towards me. "It'll then use your blood and magic to fill in the parchment."

That was a bit terrifying.

"Alright," I sighed out before grabbing the quill and pushing my magic towards it.