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Perfect Bliss (REVAMPED)	By : TheGreatAng Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 89574 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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A/N: Sorry about the chapter 2 addage. Not sure how that actually happened. Should be fixed now!

As Harry walked up to the podium where a goblin was glaring down at him he realized he could see details that he hadn’t been able to see before. Then he was startled to realize that he couldn’t feel the weight of his glasses on his face. He must have looked rather odd when he suddenly stopped in his progress to the podium and crossed his eyes, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He wasn’t wearing his glasses and he could see better than he figured most humans were able to without a spell. He didn’t need he glasses anymore!
Harry’s eyes focused on the goblin who was now glaring at him from a few feet away after he heard the creature clear his throat.
“Can I help you?” The goblin’s gravelly voice was strangely loud to Harry’s ears, making him wince a little and the goblin to grin a little at his obvious pain.
“I was supposed to meet with my account manager,” Harry clarified, “I got a letter saying I would be port keyed to his office.”
The grin fell from the goblin’s face, replaced by his usual look of aggravation, “Letter.” The goblin commanded from his place a few feet above Harry’s head.
Harry held out the letter that had brought him to the bank, quickly pulling his hand away as the goblin rather viciously snatched the parchment from his hand. He watched as the goblin’s frown deepened as he read over the letter. Then suddenly he was the recipient of that frown.
“Follow me.” The goblin said before hopping down from the podium and walking toward the back of the bank without waiting for Harry.
The goblin was quite fast for someone with such short legs and Harry found himself speed walking to keep up with the other creature. He was led toward a large stone door at the very back of the bank. The name plate sunk into the stone said, “Matterhorn,” in all capital letters and without knocking the goblin pushed open the door.
Harry was struck by wonder at exactly how strong the smaller creatures were. The door certainly looked to be a few tons since it was solid stone and not just the over surface covered in it. Harry followed the goblin through the door and into the ornate office on the other side. The goblin that sat at the desk across from him was a little bigger than the one that led him in here and his eyes looked even crueler.
“Sit down Mister Potter.” The goblin behind the desk said, pointing at a chair that was placed right across from him.
Harry followed the goblin’s orders, suddenly feeling like he was in trouble for something he didn’t remember doing. The goblin that had led him into the office quickly exited the room without a single glance at Harry. The wizard suddenly found himself wishing the other goblin would have stayed; maybe there would be a witness to his untimely death then.
“I am Matterhorn, Chief of the Orphan Branch of Gringott’s Bank.” The goblin at the desk said, “Do you have your documentation?”
Harry tried to conceal a small gulp before he said, “Documentation?”
Matterhorn’s eyes narrowed on Harry, “Yes, documentation; a birth certificate, a license of some sort, school transcripts, documentation.”
“I never received any of those,” Harry said before quickly adding, “Sir.” So he didn’t piss off the goblin too much.
“Your guardian never gave you your birth certificate? He never showed you your final grades from school?” Matterhorn asked, and Harry was certain if the goblin’s eyes narrowed anymore his eyelids would be shut.
Harry was confused. He had never even heard of final grades. He was always told by his teachers and the headmaster that he had passed the year. This was most likely because he always ended up in some life threatening situation by the end of the year.
“My Uncle doesn’t have anything do to with my schooling and he never mentioned my birth certificate, sir.” Harry said, choosing his words carefully.
Matterhorn opened a folder and scanned a paper he pulled out from inside, “Your guardian is not one Albus Dumbledore?”
Harry was sure he looked like a fish as his mouth opened and closed in shock. He quickly pulled himself together though when he noticed the goblin was glaring at his moving chin as if it personally offended him. It probably did.
“No, sir,” Harry answered, “I have been living with my Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon Dursley since I was a baby.”
Something changed in the goblin’s face. A look of anger seemed to contort his face even more.
“Lily Potter, nee Evans’s will specifically stated that you were to not be raised by one Petunia and Vernon Dursley if anything were to happen to them.” Matterhorn clarified, “You were to be raised by your godfather Sirius Black, and if not him then by Albus Dumbledore.”
Harry wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say, but he was sure his shock was clearly written all over his face from earlier. He knew this was going to be an interesting day when he had woken up this morning.
When Harry didn’t saying anything Matterhorn huffed and moved on to the next topic of business, “Why did you order your owl to change the path of your mail to Gringott’s? We are not a post office Mister Potter. Had you wished for us to hold onto your mail for you until you could collect it you should have filled out the proper paperwork.”
“My mail?” Harry asked his confusing only growing, “I never had Hedwig change my mail destination.”
His confusion only seemed to make the goblin more annoyed since he growled and pulled out a large piece of parchment and a clean inkwell pen.
“Very well Mister Potter. We will return your mail to you at the end of this meeting. For now prick your finger with the pen and sign your name at the top of this parchment.” Matterhorn ordered sounding more exhausted as the meeting went on.
Harry once again did as he was instructed, wincing a little as the pen pricking his finger felt more painful than he thought it should have. Maybe his eyes weren’t the only one of his senses that had been heightened. He quickly signed his name in his messy chicken scratch writing and watched as Matterhorn pulled the parchment away from him and scanned the writing that was appearing.
“There you are Mister Potter,” Matterhorn said, “Now we can discuss your accounts and finish this meeting.”
So, Harry wasn’t the only one wanting to get out of that office. The goblin handed Harry the parchment before he reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a few more folders. Harry stared down at the parchment in his hand and he felt his stomach drop. This couldn’t be right.
“This says I am adopted. That my name is Dominick Corvus Black, not Harry James Potter.” Harry said, his voice shockingly neutral, and when Matterhorn didn’t reply he continued, looking up into the goblin’s eyes, “This says that my parents are Dorian Thomas Darkwing and Bellatrix Black. Isn’t that Bellatrix LeStrange’s maiden name? Black? And who is Dorian Thomas Darkwing?”
Matterhorn’s eyebrow rose. The goblin was in a slight state of shock. He hadn’t be prepared for this revelation. <i>’The child of Bellatrix Black and Dorian Darkwing?’</i> he thought in curiosity. “Well that explains a few things.” He paused for a second as he studied the wizard before him, “Let me tell you a story Mister Potter, or Darkwing. When I was a younger goblin I worked in the Olde House branch, where only the oldest wizarding houses kept their accounts. I worked for many old families and I knew them all very well. You can imagine my surprise years later when I heard of Bellatrix Black, now LeStrange, torturing and permanently damaging a young couple in front of their infant son. I knew Bellatrix well. She and her sisters came in often to explore their family vaults. The girl I knew would only kill someone if they were a threat to her family and loved ones. It was also a surprise when I had discovered that she had married Rodolphus LeStrange, fore I had recently filed engagement paperwork to combine her accounts with one Dorian Thomas Darkwing.
At the time there was nothing I could do and I had no proof of foul play. It was also around this time that whispers of a man named Tom Riddle who had taken the role of the menace Lord Voldemort began circling, but no one could really remember much about him other than that he was dangerous. And his appearance so suddenly after it was reported to us that the young Dorian Darkwing had disappeared after going off to search for a child that had been taken from him. You can see how this seemed odd to me and the other goblins. That such a man would disappear completely only for a man with no past to spring up.
A few goblins that had worked alongside me with the Darkwing accounts and shared the same suspicions as I infiltrated Voldemort’s followers, doing so at much risk to themselves because they had to seemingly cut all ties with the rest of us. I only received one report before they too disappeared,” Here the goblin’s face turned a little more ashy that it naturally was, but he continued on regardless of his emotions, “but what they found only furthered my suspicions. The man who called himself Lord Voldemort, before his face was so deformed, had similar features to that of Dorian Darkwing, but not the same. The reports also stated that there seemed to be some sort of glamour, one that we goblins had never experienced before and could not see through, covering his face. They also spoke of Voldemort’s insanity, though it wasn’t so obvious back then, and the odd moments of almost clarity when the Dark Lord would look upon them and those Dorian had known with almost recognition. He would apparently get terrible headaches after such moments. Then the way he spoke, and the way he moved….” Matterhorn trailed off, his thoughts seeming to take hold of him for a few moments before he came back to himself after clearing his throat, “There were plans, the night that my fellow goblins disappeared for good, to attempt to sneak some form of genetic data from Voldemort in an attempt to gain solid proof of who he was, but as I said there was-is no definite proof and nothing that could be done.”
“You’re saying that something happened to my, “Harry almost choked on the word, “parents. Something made them turn into the insane people that they are now. Something made my own father try to kill me over and over again every year since I came to Hogwarts.”
A cruel looking grin formed on Matterhorn’s face, “Look again at that parchment. It may tell you what you need to know.”
Harry continued looking over the parchment in his hands, first studying the family tree that had taken place at the top. The names on his mother’s side of the tree were familiar. He had seen it before at the Black Manor on tapestry of the family tree that Sirius’s mother had partially destroyed. Only this tree didn’t have any names removed, meaning no one had actually been disowned legally. His father’s side of the tree was new. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he had grandparents and three of them, oddly. He had aunts and uncles too; five uncles and two aunts. He had family, a quite a bit of it, at least on his father’s side. His mother’s side was looking a little sad since more of his relatives there had died already. His eyes widened when he caught something else that he hadn’t expected to see on the Black family tree.
“Narcissa Malfoy was adopted?” Harry asked, looking up at the goblin who was still staring down at him.
Matterhorn nodded, “She was blood adopted by Cygnus and Druella Black after close friends of theirs died in a sudden storm. Narcissa Malfoy is by blood a Black, but the adoption does not continue on to her children. Draconis Malfoy is still eligible in title to receive some of the Black fortune, but he himself is not a Black by blood.”
Harry was too shocked still to feel anything significant just nodded and continue studying the parchment in his hands.
Below the family tree was a paragraph that stated his father was a full blooded creature. The document named the creature a Darverius; a humanoid version of a dragon that had wings, a tail, heightened senses, claws, and sharpened upper and lower canines. It also went on to explain that a Darverius was a pack creature and, like werewolves, had mates. On the day of his first transformation his mind opened bonding links to his mates, starting the full bonding process.
Well that explained the foreign feelings and the need he had felt the night before. Harry, curious, mentally felt around for the links that the parchment talked about. Upon finding them he prodded them hesitantly receiving two separate feelings of happiness while the third one remained tightly closed.
He moved on and saw his accounts listed below the ‘creature facts’ and his eyes narrowed.

Homes

Potter Manor, Manchester, England

Black Manor, Grimmauld Place, England

Godric’s Hollow, England

Potter House, Edinburgh, Scotland

Primary Vaults

Potter Family Vault: 1,280,432 galleons

Black Family Vault: 19,197,099 galleons

Darkwing Vault (Access Pending): 5,832,973 galleons

                                                      2,500,000 USD

                                                      8,500,000 GPB

                                                      1,500,000 Euros

Secondary Vaults

Harry Potter School Vault: 2,638 galleons

Darkwing Child School Vault (Access Pending): 7,500 galleons

Withdrawals

Harry Potter – Harry Potter School Vault: 2,120 galleon (total)

Albus Dumbledore – Potter Family Vault: 461,000 (total)
“Dumbledore’s been taking money from the Potter vault? What for?” Harry asked, suspicion growing inside of him.
“The transactions where declared for school tuition and housing fees,” Matterhorn said as he looked at the contents of a folder on his desk, “Though no other Hogwarts student has ever had se pay so much for tuition and judging by the state of your clothing you have not received much of the money from the money he declared as housing fees.”
Harry frowned as the barely concealed insult, but let it slide since he knew his clothes were about as ratty and unfitting as they could get without falling off of him.
“So he’s been taking my parent’s money for other reasons.” Harry stated his brow furrowing.
“Most likely for himself.” Matterhorn growled as he nodded, “Albus Dumbledore is well known to us goblins. We do not think highly of him as we can see his tricks and manipulations of the wizards and witches that we do business with. If there was something to gain, I would not put it past him to be the cause of Bellatrix Black and Dorian Darkwing’s sudden change in personality.”
To say Harry was angry was an understatement. He could have grown up with a family, but Dumbledore had prevented that. He could have had a father to teach him what the hell it meant to be a Darverius, but the old bastard had taken that away from him too. While he was glad he had grown up the last few years knowing Remus and Sirius as his family, he knew that he could have had a whole lot more. The past was the past though, and all he could do now was find a way to save his parents and hopefully put an old man in Azkaban.
Harry hadn’t felt his fingernails and teeth elongating into sharp points, but when Matterhorn cleared his throat to get his attention he sure as hell felt them return to their normal length. He hid another wince as he looked the regal looking goblin in the eye.
“Let Dumbledore keep the money he has taken, “Harry said, then he quickly continued when Matterhorn’s eyes narrowed in anger, “Let him continue to think he had control over me. Once I find a way to make everything right again I will get the money back from him, but for now let him have it. Just make sure to block him from accessing more. If he asks why he can’t receive money from my accounts I am sure you’ll think of something convincing to tell him.”
Matterhorn’s scary grin was back in place almost instantly after Harry stopped talking. Maybe he was starting to like this wizard. It would be a first for him, but it did happen to other goblins on rare occasions.
The goblin snapped his fingers and a small pile of letters and a small key appeared in his hand, “Where will you be staying Mister Black?” He said his creepy grin still spread across his face, “I will program this key to take you there.”
Harry though about it for a moment, choosing to ignore the change in his last name, “Potter House, I’ll be staying there from now on.”
Matterhorn nodded before looking intently at the key in his hand. The golden key began to glow before a pop echoed in the room and the goblin was handing it to him along with his letters.
“And Mister Black,” Matterhorn said as Harry stood to leave, “Do remember to have your owl change your mailing path. Goblin King.”
Before Harry could say anything he was once again hooked behind his navel and pulled away. Hopefully he would like where he landed, he was going to be living there for a while.
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