Your Move (Discontinued, but summary of what happened inside)

The Ancients

Ragnok tensed, looking like he was about ready to kill someone ten times over.

"I see. We can't have that now can we? Come Mr. Potter, we shall not waste time that could be used to educate you on your family lineage," he said with a bit of a forced smile, and if I was not mistaken, an underlying tone of malice. "Hurry up now."

"And where do we need to go, or get for the information of my family lineage?" I ask in pure curiosity.

"Just come with me to your vault Mr. Potter," he snapped suddenly. "All we need is already in there." I nodded meekly from his sudden outburst, and followed him out of the room on a silent, tense filled journey down to the Potter vault

When we made it to the vault, Ragnok asked me to unlock it, noticing my thought process wasn't the most logical right now. Doing as he told me, I pushed open the door and saw the usual amounts of knuts, sickles, and galleons in the enormous heaps my parents left for me. And I realized, that there was much more than I originally thought. All due to the copious amounts of money withdrawed from this very vault without any semblance of half of it being paid back over several years.

Ragnok walked around the money to a door I've never noticed in my entire time of ever stepped foot into the vault. Then again, that was only for a few minutes once or twice a school year. I walked over with a small question nagging me. "Sir, I have never seen this door before. Secondly, what ever in blazes resides inside?"

"Only those of great importance or power, or a goblin, are able to see this door in any of the vaults. Some of the much newer ones don't have these, as their wizarding lineage just began. As for what lies inside the room itself, are books of old, priceless artifacts, heritage records and so on."

My eyes grew noticeably wider. "The books I can understand, but if someone other than a goblin has to have practically unattainable status or power, than how can I see the door? Sure, the silly reputation from when I was born, but when I first laid eyes on the vault, even if only for several moments, I never saw anything other than the gargantuan sums of money," I ask, with a hint of desperation to appease my overactive mind.

He blinked for a couple of moments, confused. "The most logical thing I can say, is that your power has grew over the past several years. Only now has the vault been able to recognize your magical signature," Ragnok explained as he took out a small knife. "And to even open this darn door, we need a Potter's blood. Just give yourself a tiny prick with this," he pulled out a very detailed ceremonial knife. "And drop the blood at the base of the door. And don't worry about a scar or wound, the knife is enchanted to mend any mark it makes."

Without hesitation, I grabbed the knife and slashed my palm, the pain making me wince. But it was worth as I watched the blood fall to the ground at the base of the door and start spiraling into glowing lines throughout the door, causing a high pitched sound to be emitted as the door opened. And to my surprise, there were numerous ampunts of books filling shelves from the bottom to the top of the twenty foot room. "This basically defines bookworm," I say, entering the room and looking around in awe.

"The Potter Manor has much more than this, I believe. Much more," Ragnok added nonchalantly. I just stared at him with a blank expression, hopefully voicing my condusion. Ragnok's eyes turned red in a preadtorial manner as he practically shouted, "That fool! The charges are starting to pile up against him!"

I jumped away in slight fear, and warily asked, "So it's against Wizarding law to hold back any sort of information from a minor?"

The glint in Ragnok's eyes only grew more angry. "Yes! Also using you for his own stupid, devious plans!" He breathed a bit to try to calm himself down before continuing. "Putting that aside, let's try and find the heritage records."