Harry Potter and the Spiritual Heirs
By: Phoenix Burst
Post OotP. Harry inherits more than gold from Sirius and his parents. Now he must train to fight Voldemort while fighting against Dumbledore's manipulations. Full Summary inside. Slight Dumbledore Weasley bashing. Review!
Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Harry P., Hermione G. - Chapters: 35 - Words: 144,886 - Reviews: 3,327 - Favs: 8,524 - Follows: 4,991 - Updated: Mar 15, 2011 - Published: Oct 6, 2009 - Status: Complete - id: 5425705
Full Summary- After the events that occurred at the Department of Mysteries, Harry is sinking into a depression. His father figure, Sirius Black, is dead and there isn't a moment when Harry doesn't blame himself. Just when Harry has reached rock bottom, he is summoned by the goblins to attend Sirius' will hearing. But, what Harry leaves with, besides a considerable amount of gold and land, is a growing mistrust of his best friend, Ron Weasley, and his role model, Albus Dumbledore. With a new found resolve, Harry trains to overcome the two powerful wizards who are responsible for his life as an orphan. But, Harry can't defeat these two wizards alone. He needs the spiritual heirs of the four houses to help him overcome this danger. Together with his three best friends and their true familiars, they work together to save the wizarding world from the Dark Lord and themselves.
Harry Potter sat on his bed in his pitifully small bedroom in house number 4 on Privet Drive. His room was the smallest in the house, but Harry didn't care. A couple of posters covered the walls, but that hardly lifted the gloom that hung in the air. Clothes and books were scattered among the floor along with a few broken ink bottles that had been thrown against the wall in Harry's rage.
Downstairs Harry could hear his only relatives sitting down for dinner, but by the muffled sound of it they were enjoying the absence of Harry's company. The Dursleys were Harry's only surviving relatives. His Uncle, Vernon, and cousin, Dudley, were only describable by their massive size. In fact, on numerous occasions Harry had referred to Dudley as a "land bound whale". His Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister, and the sole reason that Harry lived in this hell hole.
Harry was a wizard. And a famous wizard at that. The scar that resided on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt was a constant reminder of why Harry was famous, and, more importantly, why he lived as an orphan. When Harry Potter was a year old, an extremely powerful dark wizard by the name Lord Voldemort, had killed his parents and had attempted to kill Harry himself. But, when Voldemort had muttered the curse that kills its victim on the spot, Harry had survived and Voldemort had been torn from his body, presumably dead.
During Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry was kidnapped and his blood was used to bring Lord Voldemort back. Last year at school, Harry had seen a vision of his beloved godfather being tortured at the Ministry of Magic. Desperate to save one of the few family members he had left, Harry had rushed to save him along with five of his friends. The vision had ended up being a trap, and Harry had watched while his friends had nearly been killed and he also watched Sirius Black get knocked through a veil and die.
Harry clenched his fists in anger when he pictured his godfather's face. No matter how hard Harry tried, he could not stop picturing the last moment of Sirius' life.
It's my fault, he thought despairingly. I got him killed and nearly got all my friends killed as well. The same thoughts ran his head nonstop every minute of every day. Even though the accident had happened two weeks ago, Harry could picture every moment.
After the incident Harry was informed of the prophecy that was the cause of why Voldemort attacked his parents. The prophecy had been kept in the Department of Mysteries, and Voldemort had sent Harry the vision of Sirius being tortured in order to get Harry to retrieve the prophecy. In the end the prophecy had been destroyed and Harry had to hear the full from his headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
"I have to kill Voldemort," Harry whispered to himself in the dark room. He looked up to his dresser where his snowy owl, Hedwig, glanced at him anxiously. "I'm sorry girl," he mumbled. "I know that I haven't been great company lately. It's just so hard. I can't eat and I can barely sleep. If this keeps up, I'll probably waste away by the end of the summer."
Hedwig hooted in dismay and shook her head.
Harry smiled and got off of the squeaky bed. He walked over and gently stroked his owl's beautiful feathers. "I don't want to waste away, but I just can't seem to crawl out of this hole that I'm in."
The pair stood there in silence for a moment when Harry's uncle's voice echoed throughout the house.
"Boy!" he shouted. "Get down here this instant!"
Harry sighed and shared a glance with Hedwig. "I'll be right back girl."
Harry left his room and quickly headed downstairs to the kitchen. His uncle and cousin were sitting at the table while his aunt was adding more and more food to Dudley's plate.
"What is it Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked coldly.
Uncle Vernon glared at Harry and snorted. "Don't take that tone with me boy," he snapped. "I only wanted to see your scrawny face to tell you that Petunia, Dudley and I are going to London for the day and I don't want you helping yourself to anything in my house."
Harry glared at his uncle and shrugged. "I wouldn't want to touch anything in your house anyway. Believe me, I'll be out of here the second I can."
"I can't wait," Vernon growled. "Living with a freak like you for fifteen years has had a bad effect on me and my family. The sooner you're out of here the better."
"Whatever," Harry mumbled. Without another word, Harry stormed back upstairs. Taking care to slam his door loudly, Harry jumped on his bed and shouted in his pillow in frustration.
Hedwig hooted in concern and Harry looked up at her with defeat in his eyes.
"I'm just so tired of it Hedwig," he whispered. "I should have grown up with my parents or Sirius, but because of me they're all dead. Everyone around me dies and I can't do anything about it."
Harry sat on his bed and buried his head in his hands. Downstairs he heard the Dursleys head out to London, leaving Harry alone once more. Harry sat on his bed, wallowing in self-pity, for who knows how long when a brown owl flew up to his window holding an official looking letter.
Standing up, Harry took the letter from the owl, which flew off instantly, and sat back down to read it.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We here at Gringotts are inclined to inform you of the reading of the will of one Sirius Orion Black. We have also recently looked through the will of your parents, Mr. and Mrs. James Potter. These will readings are requested to be private, and extreme precautions will be taken to make sure that we are not overheard. Due to the high stature of these two wills, we can hold the reading whenever you are ready. When you are ready simply sign your name on the parchment and a goblin will arrive to take you to Gringotts. Due to the uncertain times and security measures, we are sending a goblin who has served you before. Feel free to question him to assure yourself that he is the real goblin even though wizards cannot impersonate a goblin.
I look forward to meeting you in person,
Ragnok, Head Goblin at Gringotts.
Harry felt his stomach drop painfully. It had never occurred to him that Sirius might have left him something in his will, but Harry wasn't sure that he wanted anything that would inevitably remind him of what he had lost.
Looking up at Hedwig, Harry asked, "What do you think girl? Should I go to Gringotts and listen to the wills?"
Hedwig nodded and flapped her wings. It never ceased to amaze Harry how intelligent his owl was. If only Hedwig could talk, then Harry wouldn't need one-sided conversations anymore.
Taking out a quill and one of his few remaining ink bottles, Harry signed his name on the letter. His signature glowed for a moment before disappearing altogether. Harry didn't need to wait long. After a moment there was a faint 'pop' in the corner of his room. Drawing his wand, Harry pointed it at the small goblin that was standing close to the door. Harry quickly recognized the goblin Griphook who had been the first goblin that he had met.
Griphook bowed respectfully and eyed the wand with caution. "Greetings Harry Potter, I am here to escort you to the will reading. Our Director, Ragnok, was most pleased that you responded so quickly. If you want to question me to assure yourself that I am the real Griphook, now is the time."
Harry thought quickly for a moment, thinking back to his first visit to Gringotts. "Who was with me during my first visit to Gringotts and what vault did he take something out of?"
"You were escorted by Rubeus Hagrid, and he requested to be taken to vault 713," Griphook replied confidently.
Harry nodded and lowered his wand. "Sorry about that Griphook, but you can't be too careful these days."
"Indeed Mister Potter," Griphook replied with what Harry thought was a smile. "Now if you would kindly give me your hand, I will apparate us to Gringotts."
Harry held out his hand and felt his insides squirm slightly when he felt Griphook's dry and bony hand. They apparated, but Harry quickly noticed that the goblin's form of apparition wasn't as uncomfortable as the wizard way. They landed in the Gringotts lobby where Griphook quickly let go of Harry's hand and led him towards a large wooden door in the back of the lobby.
Griphook opened the vast door and chuckled when he heard Harry gasp. The viewing room they were standing in was reserved for the more valued customers. It was as large as the Gryffindor common room, had a large polished looking desk and three red leather chairs. There were numerous book shelves and wardrobes scattered throughout the room. Everything in the room looked like an antique and Harry could swear that he had never seen anything so impressive.
"If you would please make yourself comfortable Mister Potter," Griphook said. "Director Ragnok will be here shortly. In the meantime," Griphook waved his bony hand, causing a tray of small sandwiches, a couple goblets and a pitcher of pumpkin juice to appear. "Please help yourself to some refreshments."
Harry nodded numbly and stepped forward to take a bite from the tray. He could only manage one small sandwich and a couple sips of pumpkin juice before his stomach started to get agitated. Will I ever be able to stomach anything again? Heasked himself.
Before he could answer himself the doors to the room opened. Harry turned around and saw a goblin older than Griphook walk in with two large files. The older goblin had guarded black eyes, but Harry could see the intelligence in them.
"Good day Mister Potter," Ragnok greeted politely. He placed the two folders on the table and sat down in the slightly elevated chair that sat behind the desk. "I believe that you understand why you're here?"
Harry fidgeted uncomfortably. "I'm here to listen to Sirius' will."
"As well as your parent's will," Ragnok added. "Your parents' will was frozen, in a term, by your magical guardian. He did not wish for it to be read until you were of age, but the death of your godfather brought a few questions up and I realized that your magical guardian had no right to delay this hearing."
"Who is my magical guardian?" Harry asked.
Ragnok looked at Harry seriously and opened one of the folders. "Albus Dumbledore took over the job as your magical guardian after your godfather was arrested. Even though you were in need of a magical guardian, Albus Dumbledore had absolutely no right to claim the position. In fact, if I hadn't reviewed your parent's will before writing to you I never would have realized that Dumbledore has been taking advantage of you for the past 15 years. Goblins normally do not read through the list of magical guardians, we look after the possessions and finances."
Harry stared at Ragnok with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Dumbledore has been taking advantage of me?"
Ragnok nodded grimly. "Your parents left a list of who they wished to be your magical guardian in the event that they were killed. Now, I shall begin with the will of Sirius Orion Black." Ragnok opened the file and put on a pair of small reading glasses. "'In the event of my death I, Sirius Orion Black, do hereby leave 100,000 galleons to my best friend, Remus Lupin. These galleons are to be transferred to Mr. Lupin's Gringotts vault effective immediately upon the reading of this will. To my cousin, Nymphadora Tonks, I leave 50,000 galleons and the encouraging words to never give up." Ragnok cleared his throat and took a small sip of pumpkin juice. "Now finally to my godson Harry Potter, I leave everything else. This includes all the Black family properties, the remaining fortune and all of the artifacts that can be found in the Black family vaults. All dark artifacts have been disposed of, but there are many useful items that I believe may prove useful in the upcoming war. But, most importantly, I leave my title as Lord Black and I hope that you will be a better Lord than I ever could be.'"
Ragnok closed the folder and looked at Harry over his glasses. "Mister Potter," Ragnok began. "The remaining fortune that you inherited sums up to be over 3 million galleons. I am having Griphook put together two separate ledgers for what you inherited from Mr. Black and what you inherited from your parents. The title of Lord Black can normally be claimed by a blood relative, but Mr. Black has already planned for that."
Ragnok jumped out of his chair and walked up to a small wardrobe that stood on the side of the room. He opened the wardrobe and pulled out a small vial and a small, ancient looking dagger. Ragnok walked up to Harry and held up the vial. "This vial contains the blood of your deceased godfather, Sirius Black, if you would permit it, I can perform a simple blood ritual which would make you eligible to become the next Lord Black. This ritual would effectively make you Mr. Black's son."
Harry stared at Ragnok in shock. Losing Sirius as a godfather had been bad enough, but to know that he had lost his father was too much. "I don't know if I can," Harry told Ragnok in a pained voice. "I was the reason that Sirius is dead, he died because he tried to save me. There's no way that I deserve this."
"Mister Potter," Ragnok snapped causing Harry to flinch. "I may not have known Mister Black, but he obviously valued you over all others. Could it be possible that you are insulting his memory by refusing this honor?" Ragnok sighed and placed the vial and dagger on the desk. "By accepting this offer you can preserve his memory," he said in a gentler tone. "Any man who was willing to set up a blood adoption after his death could not place blame on the same person for possibly getting him killed. I have been in this business for a long time, and I have only performed two blood adoption rituals. Would your godfather have held a grudge against you like the one you're holding against yourself?"
Harry looked at the vial containing Sirius' blood and felt a little queasy. "Sirius would have told me that it wasn't my fault," he admitted. "And that my life is too important to waste. I guess I have been wasting my life away in my grief." Harry sighed deeply and looked at Ragnok in the eye. "I'll do it."
Ragnok smiled and picked the dagger and vial off of the desk. "Now this is surprisingly simple Mister Potter. All I need is your palm. I shall make a cut along your palm, empty the contents of the vial into your cut, and perform the ritual. Other than the cut, you shall only feel a burning sensation in your palm, but it only lasts a moment."
With a determined look on his face, Harry held out his right palm. He bit his lip when Ragnok cut open his flesh. Without pausing, Ragnok poured Sirius' blood into the cut and began waving his hand over the cut. Harry gasped when his palm began to burn and he clenched his other fist so hard that he felt his nails dig into his skin. After a minute of pain, the burning sensation began to fade. Harry looked at his palm and stared when it healed right in front of him and left only a faint scar.
Ragnok inspected Harry's hand looking rather pleased. "Your ritual went smoother than most Mister Potter. Most people's hands do not heal for at least a week. You must have some powerful magic if your body accepted the ritual so quickly."
Harry rubbed his hand and nodded absently. "So what happens now?"
Ragnok returned the dagger to the wardrobe and returned to his desk. He opened one of the drawers and pulled out a small box that was practically radiating with magic due to the protective charms on it. "Your Lord Black ring resides within this box. Only the heir can open it." Ragnok put the box on the table and pushed it towards Harry.
With tentative hands, Harry opened the box and gasped in awe at the sudden rush of magic. In the center of the box was a ring with a simple golden band and a ruby with the Black family crest imprinted in it. Harry picked up the ring and found it to be warm. He frowned slightly when he read the Black family motto and he silently vowed to change the motto and crest.
"What will people say when they see the ring?" Harry asked suddenly.
Ragnok chuckled and shook his head. "You would most likely receive mixed reactions. I imagine that a certain Draco Malfoy will not be pleased because he would have inherited the title had you not taken the ritual. If you wish Lord Black, I can give you an enchanted chain to carry your ring on. As long as the ring remains on the chain, it cannot be detected by any magic and it cannot be seen by any other than yourself and those you have given verbal permission to. The ring itself is enchanted to protect you from most jinxes and hexes and its protection will not diminish if you are not wearing it on your finger. As long as it is on your person it will work."
"Wow," Harry said stunned while he looked at the ring in his hand. "Yeah I would like that chain Ragnok."
Ragnok nodded and pulled the chain out of his coat pocket. He handed it to Harry before putting Sirius' will aside. "Consider that a chain a gift to make up for our mistake of not catching Dumbledore's actions sooner. Dumbledore is respected even among the goblins and even I did not question him until now."
Harry shook his head and put the chain through the ring. "I can't believe that Dumbledore lied about something like this either," he admitted. "I appreciate this gift though and I don't bear any grudge towards Gringotts or any of the goblin race."
Ragnok smiled and bowed his head. "Now shall I read your parent's will?" Harry nodded determinedly and Ragnok opened the folder. "'In the event of our death we leave everything to our son, Harry James Potter. This includes the title as Lord Potter, all Potter lands, the Potter vaults and the Lily Potter's personal trunk including its contents.'"
Harry felt his mouth gape when he realized that he was now effectively Lord Potter. "Is it possible to be two lords?"
"It is not common," Ragnok admitted. "But this will give you tremendous power in the Wizengamot. You will have the power to make changes in this world." He pulled out another box and handed it to Harry. "This box contains the Lord Potter ring; the enchantments on this box are the same as the box containing the Lord Black ring. Also, I must tell you that once you open that box and take your rightful title, your marriage contract will be voided. A marriage contract cannot be viable to someone who wears two Lord rings."
"Wait, what marriage contract?" Harry demanded. His hand hovered over the box and he waited anxiously for Ragnok's answer.
Ragnok looked at Harry with wide eyes before he let out a snarl of pure fury. His eyes became cold and he began shouting in goblin. Harry could only assume that he was swearing.
"Are you telling me that your 'magical guardian'," he spat the words "magical guardian". "Did not inform you of this contract that has been in place since you were a child?"
Harry shook his head angrily. "Who was I promised to?"
Ragnok pulled an official looking document out of the file containing Harry's parents' will. "This contract states that you will wed a Ginerva Weasley once you come of age."
Harry felt his breath catch in his throat. Marrying Ginny wasn't something that he had ever planned on doing. He loved her like a sister, but that was about it. "Why would Dumbledore arrange a marriage for me?" he demanded. "I don't believe it!"
Ragnok placed the contract on the desk and pushed it towards Harry. "I am afraid Mister Potter that this contract was made only months after your parents were killed. You have been promised to Miss Weasley since you were barely over a year old and she was only a few months old. As for why Dumbledore would do this, I believe that he wishes to control your position as Lord Potter. The Weasley is extremely loyal to Dumbledore. The family would gain a considerable amount of gold upon your marriage and according to the contract the Weasley family received 1,000 galleons every year from your vault since the marriage and would receive an additional 500,000 galleons after your wedding."
Silence filled the room while Ragnok's words began to sink in. All this time, Harry had believed that the Weasley family was his family. But, it was all a ploy to get his money. Never before had Harry cared about his obvious wealth, and apparently the Weasleys had spent of his gold than he had. Fury began to fill his veins when Harry realized that his friendship with Ron was a lie. At this point it wouldn't surprise Harry if Dumbledore had told Ron to pretend to be Harry's friend.
Ron and Ginny came to the Department of Mysteries with me, Harry thought, desperate to prove to himself that their friendship was true. They laughed with me, played Quidditch with me. Was it really all a lie?
Even though Harry didn't voice the question out loud, he knew his answer. There was always a reserved attitude whenever he talked to Ron or Ginny. They were always quick to anger and they both could be jealous. Harry couldn't forget how Ron had abandoned him during the beginning of the Tri-wizard tournament.
Without a word, Harry angrily opened the box and took out the Lord Potter ring. As soon as the ring was within his grasp the contract that sat on the desk burst into flames. Ragnok waived his hand and cleared the ashes off of his desk.
Harry glared at where the contract had been seconds before, before inspecting his birthright. The ring was similar to the Black family ring in power, but it had an emerald with the Potter family crest on it. Harry put the chain through the ring and latched it around his neck. He felt the chain warm up for a moment and Harry knew that some magic had taken place.
"No one other than you can undo that chain," Ragnok explained. "It cannot be stolen either. If some foolish human attempts to steal the chain, it will simply reappear around your neck. And by law if someone tries to steal your rings, you have the right to challenge them to a wizard's duel and it would be completely within your rights to kill them if you please."
"Kill them?" Harry gasped.
Ragnok nodded. "Stealing a Lord's ring, let alone two, is a very serious crime. Even if you didn't execute your right, the offender would be sentenced to Azkaban."
Harry nodded, feeling a little better. "So now what? Do I have to sign papers or anything?"
Ragnok laughed and closed the file. "You have much to do I'm afraid. But first, let me be the first goblin to greet you as the new Lord Potter-Black." Ragnok leaned forward and shook hands with Harry. "I assume that you will desire a goblin to keep track of your properties and finances?"
Harry nodded and began rubbing his new rings between his fingers. "I would like Griphook to take care of my personal affairs. He is the only goblin that I know personally and I feel like I can trust him."
"Very well," Ragnok said, a little surprised. "Now before I summon Griphook to give you time to go over your finances, there is one more thing that I must show you."
Ragnok snapped his fingers. The doors immediately opened and two goblins entered carrying a large trunk between the two of them. The trunk was slightly larger than Harry's school trunk and it looked like it was very old. The two goblins set the trunk down in front of Harry, bowed to Harry and Ragnok and left the room.
"This is your mother's personal trunk," Ragnok explained. "She charmed it herself. It has numerous enlarged compartments, a shrinking charm and an apartment. Your mother even stored the Potter family library in the apartment when your parents went into hiding. The only way to open it is to charm it with your blood. Because you share your mother's blood it will accept you immediately. After you charm it once, it will open whenever you place your hand on the latch. It cannot be moved by anyone other than yourself once you activate the charm and no magic will be able to penetrate it or destroy it. If you wish to give others access you will have to mix their blood with yours and spread it on the latch."
Harry stared at the trunk in disbelief. Immediately he bit his thumb, causing a small drop of blood to form, and rubbed it on the latch. The latch immediately glowed white and opened. Excitedly, Harry opened the trunk and gaped when he saw the staircase leading down into the trunk. He decided to explore it later. Instead he began looking at the smaller drawers that were on the front of the trunk. He opened one and felt a huge rush of magic hit him in the face, causing his heart to skip a beat.
Inside of the drawer were four eggs. They were about the size of ostrich eggs, but they were spilling off magic in waves. Ragnok, who was looking over the desk, gasped when he saw the eggs. He had clearly not opened the trunk even after Lily Potter's death.
"Lord Potter-Black don't touch those," Ragnok yelled.
Harry immediately pulled back his hand and looked at Ragnok in alarm. "Are they dangerous?"
Ragnok ran over to the trunk and carefully inspected the four eggs. "I'm sorry Lord Potter-Black, these are not dangerous, but I did not want you to activate the charm on these eggs without you realizing what they are."
"What are they?" Harry asked confused.
Ragnok carefully took each egg and placed each of them on his desk. Once they were all secure, Ragnok climbed back in his chair looking excited. "These Mister Potter are known as familiar eggs. When a wizard cares for one, it will hatch into his familiar. These will hatch into true familiars, they will be able to talk with you, do magic and you will even be able to merge into their body if needed. These eggs are incredibly rare and I never thought that I would be lucky to see one let alone four."
Harry looked at the eggs and felt like he was missing something. "Where do familiar eggs come from?"
"On occasion a mammal will end up giving birth to an egg," Ragnok explained. "This occurs in non magical animals. No one knows how or why, but they hatch into very powerful magical creatures. They can be actual magical creatures or they can be common animals with magical abilities. They hatch based on the human's very nature."
"That's cool," Harry breathed. "But why didn't you want me to touch them?"
Ragnok tore his eyes away from the eggs a little sheepishly. "Again my apologies Lord Potter-Black. Allow me to explain. I was the goblin who wrote your parent's will, and when your mother spoke of her trunk she made sure to tell me that only you and your true friends will be receiving them. Your mother charmed them so that only those who are true friends to you would receive them. When you touch them, the eggs that aren't yours will vanish and appear to their rightful owners. Your mother feared that you would have deceitful friends when you grew up and came up with this to show you who your true friends are."
Harry stared at the eggs and felt tears well up behind his eyes. "So mum was looking out for my future even when she thought she wouldn't be a part of it. She was amazing."
"She was Lord Potter-Black," Ragnok agreed. "Your mother was a friend to the goblins, and as her son, I would like to extend the honor to you as well."
"Of course," Harry said immediately. "I can't get over the stuff that you guys do. Any wizard or witch who thinks you're lower creatures is an idiot because you guys can do something that they could never dream of doing."
Ragnok looked touched and cleared his throat. "I thank you Lord Potter-Black. From now on if you ever have any need for me, do not be hesitant to contact me. You may even call me by my first name."
Harry smiled and held out his hand. "I'll call you Ragnok if you call me Harry," he offered.
Ragnok returned the smile and shook Harry's hand. "Very well Harry. Now, do you want to activate the charm on the eggs? All you need to do is touch them."
"Wait, before I do that, I would like to attach a letter to each of them telling whoever receives them to contact me. I don't want to be guessing about this all summer."
Ragnok nodded in agreement. He handed Harry some writing utensils and attached the brief letters to each egg with a goblin variation of the sticking charm. "Now simply touch each egg and the ones that aren't yours will vanish."
Harry nodded and tentatively touched the first egg. As soon as Harry's egg touched the egg it flashed white and vanished. Harry repeated the process until only one egg was left. Harry touched it and it grew warm under his hand, but didn't move anywhere.
"It recognizes you as its owner," Ragnok explained.
Harry laughed in excitement and took the letter off before cradling the egg in his arms. "Will Dumbledore be able to take my true familiar away?" he asked anxiously.
Ragnok shook his head. "He could try, but your familiar could simply apparate right back to you. No magic can keep a true familiar away from its human. Now before I summon Griphook, I just wanted to explain one more thing about your mother's trunk."
Ragnok walked over to the trunk and motioned to the ancient runes that were on the top. "Your mother also spelled the trunk to proceed through time faster than normal. She told me that once you activate the rune, which can be activated by a small drop of your blood before entering, one day is the equivalent to a month while inside. If you want my opinion it would be optimal for training. But, you might want to get a house elf to bring you food. Your house elves are the only creatures that can apparate within this trunk and will be in sync with the time that passes in the trunk while you are inside."
Harry felt a smile creep onto his face, the biggest one he had worn since Sirius died. "I plan on doing just that Ragnok. By the time this summer is over, I will not be weak anymore. I will be Lord Potter-Black, a wizard who protects every life, be it wizard, witch, goblin or elf. I will be a Lord without prejudice, and I plan on changing the world."
A/N- I already know who got the eggs and what they will hatch to be. The whole thing about familiar eggs is something that I made up, but I wanted a deeper level connection than what Harry has with Hedwig. I am an author who likes to listen to reader's ideas. So: who do you think got the eggs and what do you think they will be? Remember- the familiar matches the owner's spirit and it can be either a mystical animal or a regular animal. If I think one of you has a better idea for their familiars, I might even change it. –Phoenix
chapter 2
Ragnok stared at Harry in stunned disbelief. The vow that Harry had just given was very powerful and Ragnok couldn't help but wonder if Harry understood exactly what he was promising.
"Those are powerful words," Ragnok said. After a moment of consideration, he walked over to one of the bookshelves and began running a finger along the titles. "If you wish to train for the remainder of the summer, then you might be interested in also learning the ways of the goblins." He pulled a couple of books off of the shelf and walked back to his seat. After placing them on the desk he ran his claw along the spine of each book. The books glowed red for a moment before they opened.
Harry, still cradling the egg, leaned over and looked at the books. He frowned when he realized that he couldn't understand a word written. "What are those?"
Ragnok smiled and motioned for Harry to give him his hand. Using his claw, he pricked Harry's thumb and guided Harry's thumb so that his blood spelled out a rune. "Goblins use blood a lot for our security wards. Try reading the books now."
Harry looked at the books again and smiled when he found that he could read them. One title was Goblin History and Culture, and the other title was Goblin Language and Magic. The two books looked rather old and Harry could tell that they were very valuable.
"Ragnok are you sure that you want me to read these?" Harry asked worriedly.
Ragnok chuckled and took off his glasses. "Harry, as a friend to the goblins, I definitely want you to read these. In fact, not only do I want you to read them, I want you to keep them. All I ask is that you protect these two books in the Potter Library and that you use your family magic to protect them."
Harry cradled his familiar egg in one arm and picked up Goblin History and Culture with his other. "I give you my word that I will do everything in my power to protect these books that you have entrusted to me."
Ragnok nodded in appreciation and banished the two wills with a wave of his hand. "Now Harry, before I summon Griphook, would you be interested in having a goblin tutor? You could be trained in not only our magic and tongue, but you can also learn something about wielding a goblin made weapon."
"I would be honored to be tutored by a goblin," Harry said with his head bowed respectfully.
"Excellent," Ragnok said with a wide smile. "I shall personally make sure that you are tutored by my finest warrior. We can start your training tomorrow if it is convenient for you. Your Master will apparate to your room at 9 tomorrow morning and then you may lead the way into your trunk. I will make sure that your Master will be equipped with the tools needed for training. He will train you for one week time, but seven months inside of the trunk. I'm afraid that I can only spare him for a week, but after seven months you should be able to handle your own training."
Harry nodded and placed the two books in his trunk. Next he waved his hand over the latch and it locked. Turning to Ragnok he asked, "How do I shrink it?"
"Simple, simply tap your wand on the top of the trunk."
Harry pulled out his wand and tapped it on the top of the trunk. Almost immediately, the trunk glowed white before it shrunk to the size of a small box of matches. He leaned forward and picked the small trunk up before securing it in his pocket. "Thank you for everything Ragnok, now I have one last question. Will the ministry be able to track me down for doing underage magic in the trunk?"
Ragnok shook his head. "By acclaiming the title Lord Potter-Black you are seen as a legal adult. You can do magic anywhere you want and the ministry won't know. But, magic done in the trunk cannot be caught so even underage wizards can train in the apartment if you wish it."
"Bloody brilliant," Harry said with a wide grin. He took Ragnok's offered hand and shook it. "Thank you for again Ragnok. I'm sure that we will be doing a lot of business together."
"I look forward to it Harry," Ragnok said cheerfully. He got out of the chair and started walking towards the door. "I shall send Griphook in to tend to your finances and I shall send my finest warrior to you tomorrow. But, I suggest that you employ a house elf's service before tomorrow. You might also want to take use of a small fraction of your fortune to purchase some necessities such as new clothes and perhaps a second wand. Knockturn Alley has a great place for wands; in fact I prefer them to Ollivander's. But, you didn't hear this from me, those wands are quite illegal."
Harry smiled and nodded. "I'll have everything ready for your warrior by 9 tomorrow Ragnok. I even have a house elf in mind to take care of us. Now, exactly where might a wizard buy an illegal wand in Knockturn Alley?"
Ragnok paused by the door and gave Harry a sly smile. "I do believe a certain goblin would be able to apparate said wizard to the shop. Have a good day Harry; I look forward to talking to you again."
With that the Head Goblin left Harry alone in the great conference room. Harry slouched in his chair with a sigh and began rubbing the egg that he was still holding. "Wow, this has been a lot to take in. I went from being an orphan all alone to being the Lord of two houses and the owner of an incredibly rare familiar egg. Do you think things will only get weirder?"
The egg seemed to grow a little warmer as if in response. Harry secured the egg in his lap and waited for Griphook to show up. He didn't have to wait long, barely a minute after Ragnok left, Griphook came running inside the room carrying two thick ledgers. He stopped running when he reached Harry and bowed low.
"A thousand pardons for keeping you waiting Lord Potter-Black," Griphook panted. "May I thank you for giving me this honor, to manage the accounts of two Ancient families is an honor indeed and I assure you that you have my unwavering attention."
Harry laughed and held out his hand for Griphook to shake. "Ragnok has given me the privilege of being a friend to the goblins, and as a friend I would like it if you would call me Harry."
Griphook smiled and shook the offered hand. "It would be my pleasure friend Harry. Would you like to hear about you accounts?"
They spent the better part of an hour going over every single galleon and property that Harry owned. It turned out that Harry owned properties all over England and even some land in the US. Harry nearly hyperventilated when Griphook informed him of the fact that Harry was a distant descendent to Godric Gryffindor, and thereby the legal owner of a quarter of Hogwarts.
"So the other heirs own the rest of the school?" Harry asked.
Griphook hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Descendents to the founders technically own the castle, but they do not necessarily have rights to the magic and secrets that Hogwarts protects. That is why he-who-must-not-be-named can claim the magic. He may be Salazar Slytherin's descendent, but he is not the Spiritual Heir. He also cannot claim the property without the other three descendant's consent. In truth the Spiritual Heirs have more control over Hogwarts than the legal heirs."
Harry gripped his egg tightly and looked up at Griphook. "This is a little confusing."
"You are a legal heir Lor- I mean Harry," Griphook corrected himself. "But even the goblins are aware of the Legend of Hogwarts."
"I've never heard of that," Harry admitted sheepishly.
Griphook raised his eyebrow in surprise. "The Legend of Hogwarts is a prophecy made by the founders themselves. Have you really never heard of it? I assumed that it was taught in your history of magic class at Hogwarts."
Harry groaned slightly before chuckling lightly. "I'm afraid that history of magic is not one of my better classes."
"From what I hear your…Professor Binns is far from a good professor," Griphook sniggered. "If you'd like, I could send one of the goblin copies of the prophecy with your new Master tomorrow."
"Is the goblin version different?" Harry asked.
"It is the same with the exception of a few more details," Griphook told him. "Wizard prophecies are completely unreliable and more often than not they tend to be false. The only reason that the goblins take this prophecy seriously is because a goblin seer had made a prophecy that said the same thing as the Founder's did."
Harry felt his stomach drop when he remembered the prophecy that had been hanging over his head ever since the end of his fifth year. "Dumbledore told me that there is a prophecy about myself and Voldemort," Harry whispered.
Harry went on to recite the prophecy to Griphook. The goblin listened intently and once Harry was finished he snarled in fury and pounded his hand on the desk.
"Dumbledore that fool!" Griphook snarled. "To feed you a fake prophecy! Director Ragnok personally investigates all potential human seers. Only those with seer blood have the potential to create a prophecy worthy of being kept in the Department of Mysteries. And I am confident to say that your, Sybil Trelawney, does not have any seer blood in her veins."
"It was a fake?" Harry asked in disbelief. "But everything about when Voldemort would attack, marking me as his equal and me having to kill him or die myself?"
"All a pack of lies," Griphook stated furiously. "The goblins are a much more reliable source when it comes to prophecies, and we do not feel the need to put such security measures on them like they do at the ministry."
"Then why did I survive the killing curse?" Harry asked, desperate for answers.
Griphook shook his head regrettably. "I'm afraid that I cannot answer that, but I can tell you that you do have a lot of power. Perhaps you will be able to find the answers on your own one day."
Harry felt the hair on the back of his neck begin to rise and the egg grew even hotter to match its owner's rage. "Why would Dumbledore create a fake prophecy? I don't doubt that he has the power to do it, but why?"
Griphook sighed and buried his head in his hands. "Dumbledore seems to have hidden motives. But, to go through such lengths just to create a fake prophecy. And not forgetting the fact that it was this prophecy that lead to you-know-who to attack you as a baby."
"It's because of Dumbledore that I'm an orphan," Harry mumbled to himself. Tears began stinging underneath his glasses before dropping on the egg in Harry's arms.
Harry looked up at Griphook and they both shared a hard stare filled with anger at the powerful wizard who was manipulating Harry's life like it meant nothing.
"I do not know why he would to this Harry," Griphook said gently. "But, I will use all of the goblin resources to prove that Dumbledore's prophecy is false and to find the answers which you seek."
"Thank you," Harry sighed. "Before I leave there is one more thing that I would like to get. I'll inspect my vaults another day, I have too a lot of things to do, and a lot of things to buy."
Harry walked down the streets of Diagon Alley with his rings hidden, his trunk in his pocket, his egg sitting in a pouch Griphook had given him and a brand new Gringotts debit card in his hand that was just itching to be used. Before Harry left Gringotts, he had also filed the necessary paperwork for Harry to get a Gringotts debit card. The debit card worked both in the wizarding and muggle world. He had also given Harry the enchanted pouch that Harry now wore over his shoulder that held his egg. The pouch protected the egg and kept it warm. It also concealed the egg from muggles and only Harry could open it up to take the egg out. As an added bonus, Griphook had changed Harry's appearance slightly so that he now had no scar, brown eyes and dirty blond hair.
"Your escort goblin will remove the charm when you are taken home," Griphook had told him.
The goblin escort was waiting at Gringotts for Harry to call him. Harry didn't need an escort while in Diagon Alley, but Harry had assured Griphook that he would call for him when he was ready to be taken to the illegal wand shop. Apparently, as a Lord and friend to the goblins, Harry could summon a goblin at any time merely by speaking the summoning word.
Harry first went to Flourish & Botts bookshop. He had no idea what kind of books that were in his library, so he planned on opening up an account so that he could order books whenever he wished and the money would be taken out of his vault.
"I can't get over how much money I've inherited," Harry whispered to his egg. "The vault that I've been taking money out of all these years was just for my school costs. All my other vaults make the amount in that vault seem pitiful."
The bookstore was reasonably empty. It was still too early for Hogwarts students to purchase their school supplies, and this worked out well for Harry. The fewer amounts of people who might recognize him the better. Harry quickly sought out the manager, who was leaning over an order form behind a desk, and walked right over to him.
"Excuse me sir," Harry said politely.
The manager quickly looked up at Harry and immediately put on the smile of a man who might make a sale. "What can I help you with son? Do you want some summer study material? I've got some excellent books on Charms and Transfiguration that aren't required for Hogwarts, but are very helpful nonetheless.
Harry smiled and shook his head. "I'm actually more interested in opening up an account here. I've recently acquired a lot of books, but I haven't gone through them all yet. I want to create a nice collection of books and I want to be able to order books from you without needing to fill out paperwork for each order."
"Would you like the charges to be taken out of your Gringotts vault?" the manager asked while he pulled out a form to fill out. He quickly began writing the details on the form while Harry gave them to him. "Okay now, the name on the account?"
"Harry Potter."
The manager looked up sharply and stopped writing immediately. He had a scowl on his face and he made a move to erase the form with his wand. "Harry Potter is a valued customer here, and I'm afraid that I cannot fill out an account for Mister Potter unless Mister Potter is here himself."
Harry laughed and waved a hand over his forehead. The glamour charm the goblins had placed on him faded for a moment before resuming its job, but not before the manager saw the lightning bolt scar that turned out to be Harry's trademark.
"Thank you for making sure that a stranger wouldn't take advantage of my vaults," Harry said cheerfully to the stunned manager. "I'm afraid that due to the dangerous times, I've been shopping under a disguise today. Do you need more proof that I'm the real Harry Potter?"
The manager looked skeptical for a brief second before a wide smile appeared on his face. "Not at all Mister Potter. My apologies for being suspicious, but it is our policy."
Harry waved away the manager's apology. "Don't worry about it, now where do I sign?"
The forms were filled and magically filed within five minutes. Next the manager gave Harry an order card. Much like the form Harry had signed to attend Sirius' will reading, all Harry had to do was write the title and author on the card and the bookstore would receive the order. When the book was ready and the money paid, the bookstore sent their own delivery elf to deliver the books.
Harry shook the manager's hand and left the bookstore. He left Diagon Alley and headed towards a muggle clothes shop. Harry had wanted a new wardrobe for a while now, but he had never acted. Now seemed just as good a time as any.
The store had two floors and had everything from boxers to suits. Harry took two steps inside the store when his heart sank. He had no idea what would look good on him or what he would need.
"Excuse me? Sir?"
Harry turned around and saw an attractive woman who appeared to be in her early twenties. Her blond hair went past her shoulders and complimented her sky-blue eyes nicely.
"Y-yes?" Harry managed to choke out.
The woman chuckled and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I couldn't help but notice that you look a little lost. Don't worry that happens to most guys when they come in alone. Do you want some help?"
"Yes please," Harry said desperately. "I need an entire wardrobe, there's no way that I want to wear my cousin's hand me downs anymore. Money isn't an issue. Please help me?"
"Let me get this straight," the woman said with her eyes shining. "You need an entire wardrobe and you have an unlimited budget?"
Harry nodded and smiled. "But I don't want too much stuff. Just the normal amount for a wardrobe. I especially need lots of workout outfits and a few suits."
The woman held out her hand for Harry to shake. "My name is Sarah and you just became my new best friend. I absolutely love dressing up guys and I have great taste. You're in good hands."
Harry laughed and shook the offered hand. "Okay, let's get started. I do have more places to be though, will this take long?"
Sarah only laughed and led Harry to the dressing rooms. She took Harry's measurements and left skipping towards the men's section, laughing about how she had a new doll to dress up.
After two exhausting hours of trying on clothes, Harry left with so many bags that he could barely hold onto them all. He had never spent so much money on himself before, and it made him feel a little guilty. But, the new wardrobe was needed and Harry promised himself that he would find a way to charm them so they didn't wear out.
Once Harry entered the Leaky Cauldron, he pulled out his trunk and enlarged it in the bathroom. Once it was enlarged, Harry put most of his bags in one of the drawers. In the only bag he left out was Harry's favorite new outfit. He quickly changed out of his baggy clothes and threw them in the trash without a second glance. Once he was finished changing Harry looked in the mirror in satisfaction. He was wearing a pair of nice comfortable jeans along with a tight black t-shirt. He filled it out decently, but he vowed that he would look much better in it by the time school started.
In the bag was also a couple pairs of shoes, and Harry pulled out his new pair of sneakers. They were a dark gray with lightning bolts on them which had made Harry chuckle. He took his shoes off and threw those away too. Once his new shoes were on, he put the bag in his trunk and put his wallet back in his pocket. Sarah had insisted that Harry needed a fancy wallet, and Harry didn't have it in his heart to tell her that he wouldn't need it. The now stylish Harry shrunk his trunk and put it in his pocket before he picked the pouch containing his egg and threw the strap over his shoulder.
Harry opened the door and walked out into the bar. He nodded politely to Tom who nodded in return, and headed towards the entrance to Diagon Alley. He took out his wand and tapped on the bricks to open the entrance. Once the doors were open, Harry quickly turned to an alley that was out of sight.
Harry quickly checked to make sure that nobody was watching him before he said, "Come," in goblin.
A faint 'pop' sounded in the alley and a different goblin bowed low to Harry. "Greetings Lord Potter-Black, friend to the goblins. I am Zedatx, and I will be your goblin escort. Now Lord Potter-Black, Ragnok informed me that you wished to visit the discreet wand shop in Knockturn Alley?"
"Shh," Harry whispered. "Right now my name is Devin Evans. I don't want people recognizing me."
"My apologies Mister Evans," Zedatx whispered back. "Now, shall I take you there?"
Harry nodded and gave Zedatx his hand. The goblin quickly apparated them away. They landed in a dark alley in Knockturn Alley and Harry felt his hair rise up at the dark atmosphere. His egg began to grow hot again and Harry gently rubbed the pouch.
"It's okay," he assured it. "We'll leave as soon as I get my new wand."
Harry led the way into the store, with Zedatx keeping a respectful distance behind. The shop wasn't as warm as Ollivander's and Harry found himself wishing that he had gone to see the old wand maker. There were assorted skulls, both human and not, hanging all over the walls along with numerous dark artifacts. Harry took a hesitant step up towards the desk when a small, ancient looking wizard, with a beard that could rival Dumbledore's, hopped up from behind the desk.
Harry gave a little shout of surprise and instantly went to draw his wand. The old wizard looked at Harry with interest before he started laughing. His laugh sounded more like a cough and Harry found himself becoming more wary of the wizard by the second.
"What can I do for you today?" the shopkeeper croaked.
"I need a wand," Harry said while pocketing the one he was holding. "I'm told that you make wands that aren't traced and are not registered by the ministry. I would also like to purchase a wand holster that cannot be seen and that provides easy access to the wand."
The old wizard laughed and stroked his beard. "I do indeed make wands that the ministry would frown upon. I must warn you though that my wands aren't cheap."
Harry pulled a full money pouch from his pocket and emptied its contents on the desk. There were at least fifty galleons spread out on the desk. The wizard quickly counted the coins and glared at Harry.
"My wands cost 100 galleons," he said darkly.
Harry smirked and pulled out another pouch. "I'll give you the other half plus the money for the holster when I have both in my hand."
The wizard nodded and quickly pocketed the galleons. Without a word to Harry, he walked in the back room and came back a minute later with two large boxes piled on top of each other. Harry stepped forward to take one of the boxes but the wizard scowled at him. The wizard grunted and placed the boxes on the desk. He opened one of the boxes and Harry saw that it was filled with an assortment of different pieces of wood. Harry could identify a holly branch and he recognized a couple others, but he couldn't name them.
"These are the different types of wood that I use to make wands, once you have found a piece of wood that compliments you; you will find your core. Now, close your eyes and hold your hand over the box. Tap into your magic and the wood will choose you."
Harry nodded and did as instructed. He felt his magic spread out to his fingertips. For a few seconds nothing happened, until Harry felt a spark of magic come from the box, making his fingers twitch.
"Now place your hand in the box," the shopkeeper instructed.
He put his hand in the box and Harry felt the spark of magic grow stronger. He slowly moved his hand toward the spark until it was right against his palm. The wood began to grow hotter and hotter. Wincing, Harry closed his fingers around the wood. The second his fingers locked around the wood, it stopped burning him. Harry pulled it out of the box and looked at it with interest.
The shopkeeper smirked when he identified the wood and held out his hand for it. Harry handed the wood to him and he began to inspect it. "This is alder wood. It's magical properties increase courage, adventurism and is very good for charms. Normally this wood sticks to natural born leaders, so I'd imagine that you will be leading a great many a wizard with this wand." He put the alder wood aside and closed the box. He placed the box on the floor and opened the other box.
This box contained the cores. Harry could easily identify phoenix feathers and silently hoped that they wouldn't choose him. He also identified unicorn hair, mermaid scales and what he believed to be some dragon heartstring. They were each separated by dividers and Harry felt a bit skeptical about possibly grabbing a dragon heartstring.
"Um how do I choose the core?" Harry asked tentatively.
The wizard scoffed rolled his eyes. "The core chooses you; all you need to do is hold your hand above the box like you did with the wood. Follow the magic until you can identify the core. Don't worry; you don't have to touch it if you end up getting a dragon heartstring."
Harry chuckled in relief and began holding his hand above the box. This time he immediately felt the magic spark calling out to him. He closed his eyes and followed the spark. His hand stopped where the magic felt strongest and Harry couldn't stop himself from putting his hand in the box and pulling out the core. It felt light and soft in his hand, but also very comforting. He opened his eyes and for a second he thought he had picked a phoenix feather, but then he noticed that this feather was pure golden and it felt more powerful to Harry than his wand from Ollivander did.
"That is a griffin feather," the older wizard gasped. "They are even rarer cores for wands than phoenix feathers. It takes a powerful and loyal spirit to be chosen by one. With the combined magic of both alder wood and a griffin feather you will become a very valuable and just opponent."
The shopkeeper closed the core box and put it on top of the wood box while Harry continued to stare at the griffin feather. "Now, I can make you your wand, it shall not take me long for I have been doing this for a long time. But, I feel that I must make you this offer. Keep it in mind that I almost never offer this, but your core and wood show me that you will not misuse this gift."
He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked a drawer in his desk. Then he pulled out a much smaller box and placed it on the desk. He turned the jewelry box so it faced Harry and opened it. Inside were about ten different gems. Each one sparkled and radiated with magic.
"A wand can also be equipped with a gem," the shopkeeper told Harry. "They can help protect you and every gem can hold some of your magic. By storing some of your magic in the gem each night you can later tap into it for later. Very useful for the battlefield. Gems differ from wood and cores though, you pick the gem." He gestured towards the gems and stopped at a green one; he picked it up and held it in front of his face. "Emeralds are very good at protecting the wielder from evil. Very useful I'd imagine when facing an unforgivable curse such as Avada Kadavra eh Mister Potter?"
Harry instantly stepped back and drew his wand. "How did you know who I was?" he demanded.
"Do not fear Mister Potter," he assured him. The old man pulled back his sleeve to show Harry that he didn't bear the Dark Mark. "I am no supporter of Lord Voldemort or any of his goons. Now as to how I know who you are, let's just say that I have rather special eyes."
Harry lowered his wand and looked closer at the wizard. The old man's eyes were an icy blue, and Harry felt himself shiver when they gazed into him. "So you can see through disguises? Even though it's goblin magic?"
"I can indeed Mister Potter. Do not fear I hold my client's confidentiality rights very close to my heart. No one will know you purchased a wand from me."
Harry nodded and leaned forward to inspect the emerald. "Why don't you normally offer gems on your wands?"
The shopkeeper scoffed and picked up the emerald. "Because most wizards would not respect the power that the gems add to the wand. Can you imagine the catastrophe that would follow if you-know-who had a gem with his wand? Now, do you want the emerald Mister Potter?"
"Yes, please. Will you use the whole gem?" The gem was about the size of a walnut and Harry didn't know how he felt about the idea of having such a huge jewel on his wand.
"I will only require a small piece," the shopkeeper chuckled. "I shall be about ten minutes Mister Potter."
The shopkeeper put the gems, wood and cores away before coming back to collect the materials. He disappeared in the back room and Harry waited anxiously with Zedatx for the old wizard to finish. True to his word, the wand maker was back within ten minutes carrying Harry's new wand gently in his hands as if he were carrying a newborn child. He handed the wand to Harry and Harry gasped when his hands gripped the end. The sheer power that flower through the wand was so incredible that it put his old wand to shame.
His egg began to warm again in response to the magic and Harry began patting the pouch again. "That's some power huh? I've never felt such power."
He began to inspect the wand thoroughly. A piece of the emerald, about the size of a dime, was attached to the end of the wand. The wand itself was a little under 12'' and was a light brown. It was perfect. He gripped the wand tightly and said, "Lumos."
The wand immediately lit up. The light was so strong that it filled the whole shop and Harry had to fight to keep his eyes open. He quickly said, "Nox," and the shop became dark again.
"That was bloody brilliant," Harry gasped. He turned to the shopkeeper and shook his hand. "Thank you so much," he said. "This wand is a piece of art. How come you aren't sought out instead of Ollivander for wands?"
"The ministry doesn't want new wizards or witches wielding such powerful wands," the shopkeeper scoffed. "Even if they are better for the new wizard. I've managed to stay under the law by only selling wands to those who the goblins trust. Ragnok is a personal friend of mine, and he recommends my services to clients who he personally deems worthy. In fact, only the goblins can locate my shop."
Harry grinned and looked back to Zedatx who was grinning himself. "I give you my word that I will not reveal your location or business. May I ask your name?"
"My name?" the shopkeeper asked in surprise. "I normally avoid giving out my name, but you may call me Eric."
"Well thank you for your work Eric," Harry said cheerfully.
Eric gave Harry a special dragonhide wand holster for half price. The wand holster attached to Harry's jeans and as soon as the wand was in it, it turned invisible. Eric explained that it couldn't be summoned as long as there was a wand in it, and it couldn't be forcefully taken from Harry. Harry paid the rest of the money for the wand and for the wand holster. Eric and Harry said their respectful goodbyes and Zedatx took Harry back home. The day had been very eventful and expensive and Harry wanted nothing more than to sleep.