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This is a work of fanfiction, not made for earning money, but just to satisfy my hobby of writing. There is also no guarantee that I will finish this work of fanfiction, so keep that in mind before taking a look inside.
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After an exciting ride through the tunnels underneath Gringotts, Ranrok stops the cart at the first of the three Vaults belonging to me.
"Vault 1024." He announces, as we both get off the cart.
The Vault door is large, 8 feet tall and 4 feet wide, rectangular in shape and made out of iron. There was Magic here, just like up above and impossibly, even stronger. A thief will have an almost impossible task ahead of them, if one tries.
"Key please." Ranrok calls out, as I'm admiring the Magic.
Taking the three keys out, I offer them to Ranrok and watch him suspiciously as he takes the Bronze key from my hand. Under my vigilant eye, Ranrok inserts the key into its slot, which is just in front of his own face, and turns it from 12 to 3, and then back again to 12, before taking the key out and handing it back to me.
As I place the keys back into my pocket, the large iron door makes a banging noise a few times, before slowly swinging open by itself, providing my first view of my mother's vault.
Taking a deep breath I step inside the Vault and look around. The Vault was around as large as my room at the Dursleys, although the ceiling was definitely higher. The walls were made of smoothened stone, having been carved into the walls of the cave.
And then I see my mother's stuff.
There wasn't much here. Around a thousand gold coins and some silver and bronze ones for change and a basic wooden trunk. Ignoring the coins for now, I move towards the trunk and with a small amount of effort, pull its lid up.
It wasn't locked, which isn't odd considering that this is filled with her school stuff. The trunk is expanded from the inside, with a school uniform at the very top, along with a badge that says 'Head Girl'. Taking it out with a smile, I gently lay it out on the overturned lid, and move on to the other stuff.
There are books, dozens of them, most likely every book that mum had used for her school, along with two telescopes, and broken quills. I wonder why she kept that. But best of all, I find what I'd been hoping to find in any of the three Vaults. My mother's Witchcraft books.
Shaking my head, I place everything back inside the trunk but wait before closing the lid.
Turning around, I look at Ranrok, who was stood with his back to me all this time, and ask, "What's the procedure for closing the Vault once I empty it out?"
Ranrok startles a bit in his place, and turns around with a frown. He says, "You will have to fill form number 17C for closure of an already emptied Vault. Alternatively, you can hire Gringotts services to transfer the contents of this Vault to any other of your belonging, before closing it up."
Right, and pay them for something I can do myself. Not that I'm lacking money, but it is the principle of things.
"No need. I'll empty it out now, and we'll see about that form once we're done down here." I say, and with a wave of my hand, float all the coins into the trunk.
Closing the lid, I point my hand at the Trunk and send a beam of green magic at it. The green covers the entire trunk, and causes it to shrink. Once it is as small as a matchbox, I place the trunk into my pocket and look around. Seeing, nor sensing, anything else hidden here, I turn around and walk out the Vault.
Ranrok is distrustful of me as we start our ride to the next vault, I notice, although I don't know the reason why. Is it just because I'm closing a vault of mine? Or that I'm not trusting the Goblins with it?
Like I'll be stupid enough to do that. I know the bad history, and while they sound as if they'll keep to their word, I don't believe for a single moment that they'll be honest enough to not look for loopholes when it comes to their former enemy.
"Vault 1376." Ranrok announces, as we take the next stop.
This time, he takes the Silver key and opens up the vault that the Ministry had created for me.
The vault is full of the stuff that the Ministry had rescued, but not before some greedy bastards had already stolen things from me. I can't wait to finish with my projects so I can get my stuff back. Whatever they've taken, no matter how miniscule. No one steals from me and gets away scot free.
The first thing I notice about this Vault is that it is far, far larger than my mother's vault. It is at least as big as my current residence, in fact.
As I enter the vault, I notice three beds, four wardrobe cupboards, a shoe rack, two wall mounted shelves filled with books, half a dozen bedside tables, a dressing table, four trunks, and an assortment of random stuff laying all around.
Thankfully, it wasn't just thrown in, someone had taken care to make it at least a little bit organized.
The beds were off at one side, mattresses, bed sheets and duvets still spread out, with the trunks kept on top of them. The bedside tables were not at bedside, but were placed right in front of the beds.
On the other side, the wardrobes lined the wall, along with the shoe rack filled with a dozen pairs of shoes, both my mum's and my dad's, while the rest of the space on that side was filled with a multitude of kitchen utensils, Potions crafting tools, a pair of flying brooms mounted on the wall, and three moving portraits, one depicting the ocean with a ship moving on top of waves, one of a single empty chair with a curtain framing it, while the last showed a lion roaring silently.
And on the wall in front of the vault door, stood two shelves filled with books, at least a hundred of them in fact.
While the books are something that I will really treasure, my eyes instead go towards the beds and the trunks on top of them. Specifically, my eyes go towards the single trunk kept on top of the bed in the middle.
Laying on top of the closed trunk, were two slim boxes, both around a foot long and just two or three inches wide.
Having seen such boxes while passing from in front of a specific shop in Diagon Alley, I know exactly what those are.
Wands.
My parents' wands.
The first thing I do is pick the wands and keep them inside my pockets. Then, I empty out a single trunk which was filled with my father's school stuff, and keep the trunk at the very centre. The trunk glows green, as I start painting runes on the inside, expanding the trunk even more than it already was before.
Taking a step back, I send my Magic out into the Vault and cover every single item with my magic. Wind blows all around the room, lifting everything into the air, as a tornado erupts out of the trunk's open mouth, and everything inside the vault is pulled towards the trunk, and taken right inside.
Within half a minute, the trunk remains the only item inside the Vault, having stored everything else inside.
Grinning to myself, I mumble, "I love spatial manipulation magic."
Turning around, I walk out of the Vault but not before storing the trunk inside my pockets as well, and smile at Ranrok who looks even more annoyed.
"Are you going to do this with every Vault, Mr Potter? Are you planning to sever ties with Gringotts?" Ranrok asks, before we can move on to the last vault.
Shaking my head, I say, "I do not need multiple vaults, Ranrok. Specifically, I do not need a vault the Ministry created, and may have access to. As for my mother's vault, I prefer to keep everything that was once my mother's very close to me. Sentimentality, you understand."
I do not trust Gringotts, not yet. I do not know them. Maybe once I've learned enough about them, I will. But not yet.
But I also have no need to make an enemy out of everyone I don't trust. I'll have far too many enemies for me to fight alone, and no one to help. So my father's vault will have to remain active, for now.
Ranrok grunts, and says, "Very well. I advise you to take any grievances to the Managers before you decide to close all your accounts with us."
And with that, we return to the carts to make our journey to the final Vault belonging to me. My father's Vault.
The final Vault was far, far deeper than the ones before. I even make out a dragon guarding a set of Vaults before the next turn blocks out my view of it. It takes a few minutes of riding the cart, before it slows down to a stop in front of a Vault door, the number on top of it saying 14.
Just 14.
There is no guardian or anything of the sorts outside my father's Vault, or what I suspect is the Potter family Vault, but the Magic here is astonishingly strong. It is still Goblin Magic, but I can feel traces of the same flavor as that of the Blood Lock I had encountered at my house.
Ranrok takes the gold key from me, and after inserting it into the slot and turning it, he says, "Step back." And then, he lifts his hand up and slowly traces his index finger down the door.
As the mechanisms loudly clang inside the vault to unlock the door, Ranrok turns to me and says, "If anyone other than a Goblin tries that, they get sucked into the vault and trapped there till one of us finds them."
This.. displeases me.
His sentence implicitly implies that I cannot enter my own Vault without a Goblin attending to me. And it also implies that a Goblin can enter my Vault with anyone, even if I'm not present.
Alas, before reading more on it I cannot make a decision on what exactly to do about it. Although, if these creatures have taken anything that's mine..
Within a few seconds, I gaze for the first time upon the Vault belonging to my father, and his father, and his father, all the way back to the 15th Century when the Bank was established.
Just by standing outside I can tell that the Vault is larger than even the one before. Large enough to hold my entire house at Godric's Hollow in fact, although it is not that tall.
Walking through the door, I can find piles of coins -gold, silver, and bronze- laid off to one side of the Vault, with a single portrait of an empty chair hanging off the wall on top of the piles. It did look suspiciously similar to the one in Vault 1376, but I ignore it for now.
The amount of gold is a bit shocking, my calculated guess being of at least 850 thousand Gold coins, around 2000 silver ones, and a few hundred bronze ones at least.
850 thousand galleons, while not less, is not much in terms of sheer amount. But I know for a fact that the purchasing power is far, far more than its official value of 4.2 Million pounds.
But the coinage just makes up just over a half of the contents of the Vault. The rest of the space was filled with half a dozen shelves lined with their sides to me, making it hard for me to make out what they hold.
Before trying to spy anything else, I move towards the shelves and start perusing. Surprisingly, or maybe not that surprisingly, not a single book was present inside the Vault.
The first three shelves I browse were filled with jewels of different kinds, some magical, some mundane, and just four of them with a curse of some kind on them. There were rings, tiaras, bracelets, necklaces, and even a crown for some reason. I'll have to see if my family has any connection to any royalty. There were also cutlery, funnily enough, kept in the same shelf, although they were clearly expensive, made out of the same silver that made up most of the rings, as well as the crown.
I pocketed the crown, along with the cutlery for myself. There was also a beautiful silver ring, with an emerald fixed on top of it, engraved with images of a strange winged horse that moved around in circles randomly which I promptly put on my fingers.
The next two shelves contained medals and trophies of different kinds. There were a few medals marked as 'Order of Merlin' according to their plaques, as well as many other medals and shields with a history going back till the founding of my family. Dozens of them, in fact. Some had pictures and still portraits to accompany those medals, while some just had plaques informing me of their recipients and the year they received it.
But more interesting for me, were the trophies from the many creatures some in my family had hunted. A Graphorn fang from the 16th century, a Nundu claw from the 13th, acromantula pincers from 18th century, and a manticore skull from the 15th century. There were more trophies, more than a few entire skeletons from what I can make out, but deciding to visit the Vault for them later, I move towards the last remaining shelf.
The next, and last shelf, contained weapons. Three different sets of daggers counting 36, 13 shields of different shapes and types, two longbows with arrows, spears, and no less than 15 swords. An entire set of 6 daggers, two swords, and a single sword, all were made out of the same silver as the crown I had taken, while the rest were made out of normal steel.
But just because they were made out of normal steel does not mean the weapons were in any way normal, no. Each and every weapon and shield in this shelf was enchanted. The Silver sword even more so, from the looks of it.
Taking a step forward, I take the sword in my hand and marvel at how light it feels. The balance is astounding, perfect even. I may not have held a sword before but I remember from my previous life how a perfectly balanced sword feels. Doom had trained in it while at Kamar Taj.
It is absolutely beautiful, a work of art even. The hilt was made out of some sort of bone, covered in stripes of leather, topped with a solid gold roaring dragon. The crossguard, also made out of silver, has two of those winged horses on each side, facing the inside.
And the blade.. it is from out of this world, is all I can say. It is sharp, with not even a single scratch on it, and it is strong as well.
The enchantments on the sword are not something I can recognise right now, however. The magic is.. different from Wizard magic. From human magic even, in fact. I suspect that the Goblins are the ones to create it.
I look at the shelf, and read the gold plaque hanging above the sword's hooks, which says, "Sword of Sir Edwyn Potter, Knight of England. Died in the Battle of Poitiers, 19th September, 1356."
Huh, my family fought in muggle wars as well? Although at that time there was probably no difference between muggle wars and Wizarding wars. The Statute wasn't established yet.
But this sword is important to my family then.
Yup, I'm taking it with me.
Picking the sheath from the shelf, I sheath the sword and place it inside my expanded pocket. Doing the same with the silver daggers, a spear, a shield, and a bow and arrow set, I turn towards the back wall, spying an assortment of random things kept here.
There was a skeleton of a large bird that was twice as tall as me, along with a complete suit of armour, unfortunately not made out of silver. It is enchanted though, which made it interesting for me. I'll take it once I'm large enough for it to fit. There were half a dozen flying brooms, far too old and defective to be of interest to me, and that's it.
Satisfied with my visit, but making plans to visit again, I turn around and walk straight out the Vault.
Ranrok is waiting for me impatiently, not that I took more than 15 minutes inside the vault, and immediately sprints to the cart so we can go back to the top.
Weapons, my parents wands, my mother's old stuff, and the stuff from my house. All in all, a huge success. Now let's just hope the Ministry keeps to their promise of keeping away from my house, and I'll be swell.
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A/N: Yup, this is it for this chapter. Didn't know what else to write without making it seem as if I'm rushing through things. I could have written Harry decorating his house with his parents' stuff, could have written the meeting for Vault closure but didn't feel like it. Anyways, that's all for today.
No library inside the Vault, for reasons that will be explained later. As for the Goblin Silver stuff, I don't believe Goblin Silver stuff is as expensive, or rare, as Valyrian steel is in ASOIAF. The Black family has dishes made out of GS, so I had the Potter family have it as well. Edwyn Potter was just someone I invented so I can have a sword lol.
The amount of Gold is sufficient I think, for a lot of stuff. I can probably live my whole life with that much money, in Pounds, not even Galleons. Hell, 500 Pounds in India would sustain me comfortably for more than a month, with half to spare.
Important: Harry is suspicious of Goblins, but this won't be an anti-goblin or anti-wizard or even "goblins are the best at everything they do" kind of fic. Harry, being Doom, will obviously believe himself above everything and everyone, including Gods when he encounters them. So that means that he's suspicious of everyone.
Hope this helps.
Again, sorry for the slow update, I'm still job hunting and it's not going well. Keep wishing well for me!
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