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Harry's the Master	By : Mischief_Manager Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 30630 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter universe, even though wish i could live in it. All familliar characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am making no profit from this work.

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This is my first story, so hopefully everyone will enjoy it. Idk how often i will post new chapters but to start i will try at least once a week, and adjust from there. Enjoy!!!

Harry Potter was not a normal boy, that he was sure of, but on July 31st, 1994, everything changed. It was Harry’s birthday, and he was spending it at privet drive. Harry had received several birthday cakes from his friends, but the thing that made this day different was currently in his hands as he reread it for what felt like the one hundredth time. It was a letter from Gringotts, that had him torn on what to do.
The letter read,

Dear Mr. Potter,
There is a matter of upmost importance regarding your accounts. It appears that there has been some tampering with your vaults that has just come to light. You are needed at Gringotts to sort things out immediately. That is all that can be said through letter due to the nature of this request. At the bottom of this letter is the official Gringotts seal. All that is needed is for you to tap your right index finger to the seal, say house potter, and you will be transported directly to Gringotts. TELL NO ONE!!!
May your vaults overrun with gold.
Griphook – Senior Potter account manager.
Harry sat with the letter in his hands contemplating what to do. On the one hand, he knew he wasn’t supposed to leave Privet drive but on the other, the letter sounded important. After considering it for a few more moments, he decided to go. So, he followed the directions of the letter and touched the seal while saying house Potter. The next thing he knew he felt like he was being pulled through a straw and was unceremoniously thrown out the end onto a marble floor. When he finally gathered himself off the floor, he saw he was standing in the middle of the main entrance at Gringotts. Before he could approach one of the tellers, an old looking battle worn goblin came up to him. Ah Mr. Potter, such an honor to finally meet you. The goblin said. Harry said, please, just call me Harry sir. Well then Harry said the goblin call me Griphook, your accounts manager. If you would just follow me, we have much to discuss.

When Harry entered a room towards the back of the bank, he met another even older looking goblin sitting at a desk with a plaque in front of him that said Bloodgritt President of Gringotts London Branch. Ah, Mr. Potter I presume said the aged goblin. Harry replied, please just call me Harry, but what exactly is this all about? The goblin sneered and said, you are familiar with one Albus Dumbledoore correct, Yes said harry. But what has he anything to with all of this, and what’s this business about vaults? I only have the one, and it has more in it than I’ll ever be able to use in three lifetimes. Mr. Potter er Harry, you are mistaken. You have seven vaults waiting for you here at Gringotts, but that will be resolved by the end of our meeting. DID YOU SAY SEVEN?!?!? Harry all but yelled. Yes Mr. Potter, please take a seat we may be here a while. Harry sat in the seat across from the goblin while the goblin called Griphook sat in a seat in the corner. Now this may come as a bit of a shock but the seven vaults I mentioned are only the ones here at the London branch. In total you have sixteen vaults throughout the world, with a combined worth of around sixty-seven trillion galleons, or about three hundred and thirty-five trillion pounds. Harry nearly fainted at hearing this. Then why haven’t I been told of any of this before? Because today is the day you can finally inherit them. Along with your vaults, you also have thirteen properties, and thirty-two businesses of which you have at least sixty percent ownership, most of which you are the sole owner. Your vaults have been accumulating a hefty income for years. Harry sat back in his chair dumbfounded. Where had all of this come from, and why was this the first time he’d heard of it?
How come I haven’t been told about all this before? asked Harry. Ah well you see that’s where Albus Dumbledore is involved. We have just discovered that he managed to put a block on all but your trust accounts. Said Bloodgritt. Why are you just now finding this? The headmaster isn’t related to me, why would he have any control over my affairs. Bloodgritt looked rather embarrassed when he said, well its rather common for parents to put a block on accounts for their children until they come of age. It wasn’t until we were doing our yearly audit that we found the rather large problem, and after further review it appears you are not the only one this has affected. We have been working around the clock to resolve the issue and collect evidence to convict the coward. So, Harry said, why couldn’t this be said in a letter? Well, we were afraid that our letter would be intercepted, like all of the other letters we’ve sent you. But why have my letters been intercepted? asked Harry. Again, that blame lies on Dumbledore. Tell me Mr. Potter, have you received any mail this summer? Harry thought for a moment then said, come to think of it, the only things I’ve received have been some birthday cakes from my friends, and your letter today. Exactly Mr. Potter, that meddling old bastard blocked all mail to you, Said Griphook, who had been silent, until now. But why am I receiving mail now? Asked Harry. As far as we can tell, it has to do with you turning fourteen. Apparently, your family magic dissolved the blocks that Dumbldore put on you said Bloodgritt. That is why we called you here, so that you can accept your role as Lord Potter, to strengthen your family magic, and avoid this issue in the future replied Bloodgritt. Ok so what do I need to do? Asked Harry. The old goblin snapped his fingers and three more goblins ushered into the room, carrying three identical small wooden boxes, sat them on the desk in front of Harry before bowing and exiting the room, leaving him alone with the two previous goblins.
Apon closer inspection there was only one difference between the boxes, they each had a small insignia that was different from the others. Bloodgritt continued saying I assume you are familiar with the family crests here, gesturing to the boxes on the table. Harry just stared at him with a confused look and said nothing. Ah well perhaps not then, well Mr. Potter, this one here Bloodgritt said pointing to the one on Harry’s left is the Evans family crest. Harry leaned in closer and saw a blue and gold shield featuring a lion sitting on a cauldron, with the name Evans on a small scroll underneath the shield. This one as Bloodgritt said pointing to the center one is the Potter crest. Harry saw this one sported a red and gold shield with a crossed sword and shield A scroll across the bottom read Potter, while one at the top read Pro Familia Pugnamus(1). Finally, the goblin pointed out the last box which judging by the name on the crest was from the Black family. It was a red purple and ivory shield with three ravens in the center and a sword on top. On the bottom of the shield was the word Black, and under that was a scroll that said Toujours Pur(2). After explaining the different crests, Bloodgritt asked, have you any question at this time? Harry shook himself out of his daze and said, just a couple. I understand the Potter and Evans boxes, but why the box with the Black family crest? Mr. Potter, you understand Sirius Black is your godfather, yes? Harry nodded. Lord Sirius Black has bequeathed you everything he has, save one vault and one room at 12 Grimmauld Place, at least until he passes. Oh, said Harry, still in disbelief. What was your other question, asked Bloodgritt. Harry’s face started to turn red as he said, um what’s in these boxes sir? Griphook jumped from his seat, shouting I’LL KILL HIM!!! I SWEAR ON MY HONOR AS A GOB……. SILENCE!!! Bloodgritt cut him off. Griphook, if you cannot conduct yourself in a professional manner, you will leave this room. Am I understood? Yes sir, Griphook responded seeming rather deflated, as he slumped back into his chair. Im sorry said harry, I didn’t mean to offend Mr. Griphook. Oh no Mr. Potter, it is I that should apologize. Please allow me to explain myself, you are not the reason I am upset, it’s the meddlesome old fool Dumbledore. Because of him you were not raised in wizarding customs. Instead, you were placed with those, those, those muggles. For that I am deeply sorry, but after today, you will no longer be those people. I am happy to hear that I am not the one that upset.... wait, did you say that I won’t have to live with my aunt and uncle anymore?
We will discuss that in a few moments Mr. Potter, but I believe you wanted to know the contents of these boxes. Harry heard Griphook mumbling something that sounded a lot like controlling old bastard but was soon silenced by a glare from Bloodgritt. Now as I was saying these boxes have a house ring corresponding to the crest on the box, which will finalize your lordship for each house. Harry’s head was spinning so fast he could barely acknowledge the goblin, but quickly got himself under control. On one hand he had no clue how to be a lord, much less of three different houses. Finally, he spoke and said Bloodgritt, I don’t know how to be a lord, what if I mess it up? Mr. Potter when you put on these rings you will gain the knowledge of which you need to run these families however other than a few servants and Sirius Black you do not have many people to govern, but we need to do the lordship rituals, lest Dumbledore realizes that his wards to keep you restricted have faltered. Harry contemplated what Bloodgritt had said, and nodded saying alright what do I have to do? Bloodgritt snapped his fingers and another goblin walked in carrying a very ornate looking red pillow covered by an equally fancy cloth that obviously had something under it. As Harry was about to ask what the mystery object was, the goblin offered the items to Bloodgritt who reached under the fabric and pulled out what looked to be a dagger. This dagger however wasn’t forged of steel, but rather looked to be made out of glass, and had what must have been a hundred runes scribed onto it. The blade also seemed to breathe as the glass glowed, the sky-blue halo around it brightened and dimmed in a slow but steady rhythm. Harry was entranced by the blade that seemed so comforting. Snapping himself out of it, Harry asked what is that for, and why is it made of glass?
Bloodgritt smiled a very “cat that got the cream” kind of smile, and said this Mr. Potter is a light ritual blade and it is crafted from pure crystal that must be hand excavated, to keep it pure. Then it is crafted without magic by only the most skilled goblin blacksmiths. Finally, it is carefully transported to an enchanter with over two hundred and fifty years of experience, to scribe the runes on the blade. We use it for different rituals where blood is required. Harry blanched at hearing the last part, and was about to get up and leave, when Bloodgritt’s face softened. Mr. Potter, he said. This blade will not allow any dark rituals to occur using it, and the particular ritual is used all the time. It only requires a few drops of blood to prove you are the proper heir to take the family lordships. Harry felt much better after hearing this, and said okay, what do you need from me?
The goblin produced a piece of parchment and handed it to harry. He then opened the boxes and placed the rings in a small rather old-looking clay bowl and said all that is required is to make a small cut on the palm of your hand and drip seven drops of blood in the bowl. Then, all you have to do is recite the words on the parchment I handed you, while holding up your wand. Seeming easy enough harry memorized the words he needed and took the offered blade. Bracing himself he used the blade to make the cut on his palm but was surprised when there was no pain. Bringing himself back to the task at hand (no pun intended) and added the required seven drops to the bowl. He then raised his wand and said, I Harry James Potter, claim lordship of houses Potter, Evans, and, Black. I will to the best of my ability serve those that align with me and protect them from those that intend them harm. To this I swear, so I say it so mote it be. As Harry finished speaking a bright gold light with a red halo formed around him and he could feel the cut on his hand mend itself. When the light dissolved, he could see a ring on his right middle finger, it had a large ruby in the center with a ring of smaller stones made up of amethysts, and sapphires. All of this was set in a gold ring with the words Potter Evans Black literally circling around the stones. Harry looked up said I feel like I’m….but he never got to finish his sentence as three teens appeared out of thin air in the room.

Hopefully you enjoyed the chapter, and i know it was a little boring, but I had to set the backstory. i promise things will heat up in the future chapters. Feel free to leave some feedback if there is a specific thing youd like to see in this story.
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