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#782 has been receiving regular deposits every July 31st and October 31st since 1982. Many fervent fans have signed over entire vaults to you on top of the usual trinkets. Since the Potter vaults were effectively frozen, Gringotts arranged for all gifts to be accounted for under a Collections ledger." Grimbak shifted and gave Heri a pointed look. "As to be expected, the fee for the upkeep of the account and vault has yet to be taken care of. Gringotts would urge you to settle your debts." By the gods, could nothing be simple? Heri checked her pocket watch. It was well past lunch by now! Heri deliberated for a moment. "Are any of those houses liveable at the moment?" "The vacation home in Verona is being rented out and the Potter Estate has been in heavy disrepair since the late Potters went into hiding. Töpferei, Bramblewood Hall, and Leonis House are whole, but the last of the house-elves died several years back and the properties have been neglected since then; we are unaware if taking up residence is advisable." Hmm, well, it wasn't really a good time to leave England anyway. There wasn't enough of the holidays left to do any kind looking into those places. She'd just have to wait. In any case, it wasn't as if she would know what to do with them even if she did go to check them over. Heri got to her feet and stretched her legs discreetly. "Alright. It's obvious that there's not much else I can do besides accept the heir rings. As soon as everything's active again, I want all the fees to be taken care of, alright? If something needs to be paid for, it gets paid at once. I don't want any more of this decade-long tab rubbish." Grimbak nodded his understanding and summoned an escort for her again. Another goblin — Griphook — took over from there and transported Heri to her vaults via the mining carts. First, she was taken to the Potter Family vault, which was deeper within the tunnels than her Trust vault. She was made to put her hand to a blank section on the ornate door to unlock it. A jolt of electricity and a drop of blood later, she was standing in a hall almost as big as the Great Hall at Hogwarts and thrice as decorated. Among the glass pillars filled with gold coins and gems, the shelves of books and weapons, the tables of jars filled with what appeared to be potions ingredients, and all the other odds and ends, there was a pedestal in the very centre of the room. It was waist high with a red velvet cushion on it. As she walked over to it, Heri could see a trio of pale gold rings on the pillow. Heri leaned in to observe the rings more closely. They were all signet rings and had small gems embedded around the band, but the seals on them were slightly different from each other. She figured that one was for the Head of House, one was for the Lady of the House, and one was for the problem was: she was technically all three of those things. "Which one do I wear?" Heri asked Griphook, looking over her shoulder at him where he stood just outside the vault. "At this point in time, it would suit you best to wear the heir ring, the one with only the heraldic animal on it. While you are Head of your House, your Family Law forbids you from formally claiming dominion until you are sixteen." He gave her a peeved look as if scolding her for asking such a stupid question. Well, Grimbak did tell her the same thing earlier, so Heri supposed Griphook was allowed to be annoyed with her. Heri picked up the one Griphook referred to and gave it a closer inspection. She had thought it to be some kind of dragon at first, but now that she got a better look, she saw that it was actually a hippocampus, the aquatic horse creature created by Poseidon. Perhaps the Potters before her believed in the Olympians as well. Pleased despite herself, a small smile touched her lips as she slipped the ring on. As soon as the ring was snug, a gust of wind surged up, blowing Heri's hair back and fluttering her clothes. The ring became hot as a fire poker and seared the flesh under it. Heri let out a sharp cry of alarm and pain as needles seemed to stab into her chest, head, and what had to be her magic. The fire that burned her finger like a fresh brand flowed through her veins and her skin prickled like glass was digging into her. All the while, she felt like something was tearing into her brain, physically ripping her head open to get to her mind; it was judging her. Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the pain and power vanished. Heri found herself on her knees, scrabbling her forehead with tears trickling down her face. Sweat prickled her brow. By the damned in Tartarus! What had all that been about? Shakily, Heri stood, the pain and weakness flowing out of her with every steady breath she took. "Congratulations, your ladyship."Heri looked up and scowled at Griphook at his words. "It appears that the Potter ring has accepted you." "Thanks for the warning," Heri grumbled, brushing off her knees. Heri was taken to Black vault soon after. At first, there was a moment wherein the door seemed uncertain if it was going to allow her in, but it eventually relented. Griphook told her that the hesitance likely came from the fact that her blood was more Potter than anything else because the Black Family was notoriously picky about the purity of blood. In the end, it was likely because she had traces of Black magic on her that saved her from being attacked; that and the fact that the Black blood within her came from the main family. Not that it mattered much to Heri either way since she was once again sent to her knees from the debilitating pain of being judged by the Black heir ring.