𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 || 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 || 𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒

Chapter 13

Smoky figures appeared and settled as human shapes. One spoke, "Hello Fenrir Greyback. Can you help me please?"

Another figure, assumed to be Fenrir, said "what do you want."

"I need to get back to Diagon Alley and go to Gringotts. I, unfortunately misspoke the words when I flooed and ended up in the wrong place. I got lost trying to get out."

"Tell me why you need to go to Gringotts and I will help you. Consider it you're payment to me."

The teenagers head moved inside the hood.

"Okay..." the boy said hesitantly. "Um, please dont kill me or anything, and especially please don't take me back to your Lord..."

"If your story is good enough, I may just so happen to forget my duties..." He trailed off expectantly.

"I'm an orphan. My parents were light supporters and so am I. However, I have a few reasons to challenge why I should support the light." The boy stopped.

"Carry on." Demanded Fenrir.

"I, um, well I was raised with muggles, but I'm a half blood. I was introduced to this world when I was 11 and over the years I have realised that some things, important things, have been kept from me."

"Such as?"

"My key for my vault in Gringotts for example. I wanted to know why Hogwarts had my key and not my guardians. Or maybe why I feel so much powerful magic in my veins yet I am unable to access all of it. Or why I am only allowed to take out a certain sum of money every trip to Gringotts. It has made me very suspicous of some people I have surrounded myself with." The boy replied, anger evident in his calm tone.

"Name."

A swallow. A shaky breath. "Harry Potter, sir."

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A goblin stood in front of two figures.

"How can I help?"

"I want to go over my records and information, especially my vaults"

"Of course sir. Follow me please."

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"What do you mean I have charms on me!?"

A smoky goblin coughed into his hand and looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry Mr Potter, but Mr Dumbledore placed charms on you. They were to sway you to follow him. The charms were subtle things, for example when someone shows you kindness you would trust them slightly more. Or if you met someone who was being mean, you would dislike them more. It isn't anything major-"

"Anything major?! ANYTHING MAJOR?! These charms have been governing me since I stepped into the Wizarding world. If it wasn't for them I would be in a very different place right now. Merlin I should have taken Draco's hand in first year..."

"I'm sorry Mr Potter. However, I do have some good news."

"Pray do tell." Sarcasm rolled off the hazy figure's tongue.

"Now that you know of the charms, they are easier to resist and the weaker ones are will be inactive."

A sigh. "Thank you Grapclaw. May we look over my vaults now? In person? I have only accessed my trust fund and I wish to see if I can find anything of my parent's."

"Of course Mr Potter."

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"Wow!"

"There's so much money."

"Oh look! It's my mother's baby blanket."

"I wonder if my parents made paintings of them. Maybe I could talk to them!"

"Is that a sword?"

"What the hell is that thing?! It's hideous!"

"Ooooohhh. That book looks interesting."

"What does this say? Flea-m-o-nt P-otte-r. My grandfather! I wonder if I can activate the painting..."

"WHERE ARE THE BLOODY  INSTRUCTIONS?!"

"NO! I do not want to know how to breed lizards and pugs! Get that revolting manual away from me!"

"Oooh, money."

"Oh my god! A chest of Dragon eggs!!!"

"Grapclaw, what's this?"

"A stone Mr Potter."

"Huh?"

"It's from the wall, sir."

"Oh."

"More money?!"

"What's this? Sleakeazys. Potions book. Bo-ring." A thud echoed in the vault, sounding much like the sound of a thick tome hitting the floor.

"Fathers diary!! I'll read it later."

"101 ways to transfigure everyday objects into means of pleasure. Ew. McGonagall would be horrified if she knew you could turn a screw from a table into a- what the hell even is that? where does it go?"

"Oh. That's where it goes. No thank you." A book slams shut.

"Alright Grapclaw, I am done here. Could you bring up a list of transactions from my vaults please? Ta."

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"Thank you Grapclaw, really. Take as much money as required for payment from the Potter vault please."

"Thank you Mr Potter. You're too kind."

"Well Fenny. It appears I must go now."

"Yes, it appears we must part."

A silence descended for a moment.

"It sounds like we're lovers..."

"Shut up Cub. Anyways, we both know you have your sights set upon a certain platinum blond slytherin with silver for eyes."

"SHUT UP FENNY!"

Laughter followed the watchers as they were pulled back to the present. 

Wed, 05 August 2020