The Inkeeper

Chapter 5

When he turned 11, and would be recognized as the heir to whatever he was heir off besides the Inn, Dimitriv took him to Gringotts, both of them talking to the Goblins in their native language, which already put them several steps ahead of the wizards and witches that visited the same bank.

After all, they seemed to think that all the Goblins were got at was managing money, and waging war, but Dimitriv, as the Innkeeper knew just what a complex and interesting culture hid behind sneering faces and rough attitudes.

It was true that goblins were a warrior race, but they were that in the same way the centaurs were a premonition race, it was how they grew and developed as a race, it didn't define what they were.

Shaking his head as the looks he got from wizards and witches that were at the bank this late, most likely recognizing him as a vampire, and as such thinking he would turn and suck them dry on the first possible moment.

Approaching a teller, he asked if it was possible to talk to his account manager.

The Goblin, recognizing him as the Innkeeper, was more than happy to help him, because he was speaking to them in their own language, and was respectful. Plus the goblins had a great deal of respect for the Innkeeper and the fact that he opened his home to everyone who needed it.

He was promptly led to an office further in the great buildings that was Gringotts, Harry following him, looking around in awe at the tellers that were counting gold at an amazing rate. When one sneered at him, he just smiled brightly and wished them a good day (even if he did so in a slightly accented voice).

Silverclaw, Dimitriv's account manager, welcomed them with tea and biscuits, sitting them down in the grand chairs in front of his desk, listening very attentively as Dimitriv retold the story about finding Harry, and Death's interference in it all.

This made the male look at Harry, a sharp grin on his face, "a fascinating young one, then."

Harry just nodded, "I do home so, master Goblin, I will after all inherit the Inn one day."

This had him blinking, before he looked at Dimitriv, "you finally found an heir then?"

The vampire nodded, "indeed, I did, with the blessing of Lord Death even."

As he said this, Harry tilted his head, showing the birthmark more clearly, the symbol of Lord Death, showing on his forehead. Over the years it had lightened to an almost scary silves, so only visible if the light caught on it. But it was obvious enough that people recognized it for what it was.

Silverclaw gasped, "a true necromancer, your kind has not been seen since the Peverell Brothers."

Dimitriv nodded, "a true chosen of Lord Death walks among us once again, which made me realise he would be the perfect heir."

"Indeed, I don't think there would be a better one. Is that why you came? To register him as your heir?"

Dimitriv hummed, "among other things, I'd also like to have him take a blood test, to see what other heirship, or lordships he has to his name. To know what to prepare him for, as he will of course not join Hogwarts backwards teaching system."