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Goblins and Confirmation

Harry read the final three names and for five minutes just sat there, gaping like a fish – after all, it wasn't every day you found out you were the heir of the three most powerful people ever to have existed In the history of the world! However, Slytherin was the most confusing one of them all. The last heir of Slytherin was Voldemort, and Iris defeated him...didn't she? Evidently not. Harry was the boy-who-lived and everyone was wrong! However, this came from a commercial heir test. He would have to go to Gringotts first thing tomorrow. Goblins fascinated Harry, and he found a book on the goblin language, named gobbledygook by wizards. After about a year's work of work, Harry could now proudly say he was fluent in the language. Yes, he would visit Gringotts tomorrow morning and figure out if the heir test was real or not.

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Harry walked up to the front gates of Gringotts, after flooing to the leaky cauldron. Ular was hidden in his tattoo form, an unexpected yet useful side affect of the ritual. He was concentrating so much on the correct goblin etiquette to use, he didn't notice the glow that surrounded him as he walked through the marble door or the salutes of the goblin guards as they banged their weapons on the stone floor. Harry walked up to the teller's pedestal and greeted him in Cobalus, the goblin language.

~greetings master teller, may your vaults always be filled with gold and may your enemies tremble at the edge of your blade. I am Harry Potter and I wish to partake in an inheritance test.~

The goblin, shocked at being addressed in his own language with such respect just nodded and led Harry to a comfortable waiting room with a low ceiling, comfy looking chairs and a coffee table with Cobal magazines.

~This is the honoured waiting room. Speakers of the Goblin Tongue get the privilege of this luxury room and an appointment with director Ragnok, leader of the Goblin nation.~

The teller then gave a goblin farewell and left Harry baffled at the great honour given to him. Ragnok was the equivalent of the queen of England, and only two wizards in history had ever seen him, let alone gain audience with him. Harry glanced at the magazines on the table and chuckled at the titles –  'how to crush your enemies with little effort', 'managing vaults' and his personal favourite: 'fantastic gems and where to hoard them'. After a short wait, a goblin ushered him through a door with gold patterns around it and when Harry stepped through, he was faced with a waterfall. The goblin escort explained it was called the thief's downfall and undid any appearance changing tricks, both juggle and magical and revealed any hidden weapons. Harry started to move forwards but remembered Ular and held back. He told the Goblin that he had a snake in his tattoo and if it was okay to pass through. After the goblin replied that he could, Harry tentatively stepped through the raging current and let out a sigh of relief when he managed to pass through safely.

~this way to Director Ragnok's office~

Harry followed the goblin to the most impressive door he had ever seen. It was solid gold, with carvings of mystical animals chasing each other all over the visible surface. Precious gems such as rubies, emeralds an diamonds were encrusted in a beautiful, spiral pattern with a single, glowing, mesmerising white gem in the centre. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he was lost in the depths of the jewel. The fabled heart of the mountain. The Arkenstone.

The Goblin gracefully opened the majestic door and bowed low, nose nearly touching the floor. Harry copied him. Then a voice rang out, echoing on the walls of the large chamber.

"Harry Potter, speaker of cobalus and parseltongue, bird and beast speaker, heir to the founders of this bank: Merlin, Morgan's and Arthur. Arise Lord Emmys-Le Fay-Pendragon. Welcome to Gringotts."