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The air in Gringotts was always cold, but today it felt sharp - cutting through the oversized hand-me-downs Harry wore. Ragnok, the Director of Accounts, didn't look like the goblins Harry had seen in the loby. He looked like a warrior who happened to wear a suit,
"Place seven drops of blood on the parchment, Mr. Potter," Ragnok commanded, sliding a silver dagger toward him. "Magic doesnt lie, even when wizards do."
Harry didn't hesitate. He was tired of being the 'Boy-Who-Lived' who knew nothing. He sliced his finger and watched the crimson droplets hit the enchanted vellum. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, veins of gold and emerald ink began to bloom across the page like a fast-forwarded vine.
Inheritance Results:
- House Potter: Lord (By Blood)
- House Peverell: Lord (By Blood - Primogeniture)
- House Black: Heir Apparent (By Blood & Will of Sirius Black)
- House Gryffindor: Lord (By Conquest/ Rebirth)
- House of Slytherin: Lord (By Right of Conquest - 1981)
Harry stared. The names felt heavy, like stones being dropped into his pockets. "Lord of four houses? I'm eleven."
"In the eyes of the Ministry, perhaps," Ragnok said, a toothy, terrifying grin spreading across his face. "But Gringotts recognises the Emancipation Clause of 1244. By holding more than two Ancient seats, you are legally an adult. You are no longer 'Harry' ward of Albus Dumbledore. You are Lord Potter-Peverell."
Harry looked at the rings appearing on the parchment - one of gold with a roaring lion, one of dark obsidian with a strange triangular eyem and one of heavy, swirling silver.
"Dumbledore told me I was just a boy," Harry whispered, his voice gaining a cold edge he hadn't known he possessed.
"The Headmaster likes boys he can lead," Ragnok replied. "He does not like Lords he must answer to."
Harry reached out and picked up the Peverell ring. As the cold stone touched his skin, a rush of ancient knowledge flooded his mind - names of ancestors, locations of hidden manors, and the feeling of a magic much older and darker than anything taught at Hogwarts.
"Then let's change the game," Harry said, slipping the ring onto his finger. It resized instantly, pulsing with a faint, violet light. "I want to see my vaults. All of them."