Changing the Wizarding World

Chapter 3

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Hermione POV

Golden light fills the massive room and my eyes widen in amazement. No matter how many times I visit Gringotts, I never get used to how magnificent this place is. A stark contrast to the welcoming aura of the bank are the creatures who run it. Goblins. As fascinating as they are, their menacing faces and jagged teeth scare the crap out of me.

Harry refuses to tell me exactly what he has planned, but I get the feeling that I'm about to be part of something big, an event that will change the events of the future. I laugh at myself as I realize how much like Trelawney I sound. Finally, we reach the office that Griphook has been leading us to. Even more frightening than Griphook's eyes is how comfortable Harry is around the goblins here. He'd strolled right up to the counter and bowed to Griphook before requesting an audience with him with regards to his emancipation. Goblins aren't known for being polite, no one could ever even imagine a goblin being pleased to deal with wizards, but the way Griphook's mouth stretched to his pointed ears and how his yellowed teeth bared themselves at Harry, I nearly fainted in shock when I realized he wasn't being menacing, he was smiling.

"Mr Potter, I'd like to welcome you and your Chosen. How may I be of... service?"

"Powerful Griphook, I would like to accept my lordships."

I whip my head around in shock as I try to piece together which lordships Harry could possibly be receiving. Potter is obvious, I suppose Black due to Sirius having to forfeit his lordship because of his criminal status... But what else could there possibly be? Surely he's only receiving two at most?

Griphook's nods eagerly, "Of course, Sir. First I need a single drop of blood from you, from there we will identify your lordships and proceed to place you through tests to see which you are worthy of. Do you accept these conditions?"

Harry smirked and answered in the affirmative. I winced as I saw Harry whip out a blade from within his boots and slice open his index. Once the blood was placed on the form, it began to glow a bright orange, then black, then a green, yellow, blue, red and silver. Harry nodded as if pleased with the results and my eyes widened in disbelief. Each colour represents a house, a family, that Harry has the right to claim. That means Harry has a total of 7 possible lordships, which would make Harry quite possibly the most powerful wizard to ever exist. Each house has a special gift that is given to the recipient once they are awarded the lordship, as well as a boost in their magical core. With Harry's undoubtedly large core, considering as he took down the dark lord when he was just a baby, multiplying that by seven would make him quite easily unbeatable, and he is only 15!

We move to a large bowl that is filled with a bright liquid that reminds me of a pensieve, except this pool is a bright gold.

"Now, Mr Potter, you will be transferred into another realm of sorts. There you will meet the magical essences of your possible lordships and they will each test you to see whether they deem you worthy of being their heir or not. I must warn you, any harm that comes to you there will also affect you here, so be sure to keep your wits about you. We wouldn't want you dying a... painful death."

My chest tightens in worry. What if Harry gets seriously injured, or worse, killed? I've only just gotten him, I can't lose him already.
Harry looks at me with gentle eyes and a back that is straight with confidence.