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What did you say?" He asked.
"I said I-I only have one vault." He stammered.
The goblin stared at him for a long moment. Then slowly he turned back to the controls and they sped off again. Harry watched as his vault passed by but didn't bother pointing it out. The goblin looked determined about something. Soon they were deep within the tunnels, the numbers of the vaults getting lower. Finally the cart rolled to a stop. Harry stared at the enormous doors of a vault with no number. The goblin stepped from the cart and Harry hesitantly followed, leaving behind his trunk. The goblin swipe his nail down the door then looked pointedly at Harry.
"Hand here." He said curtly, pointing at a blank square on the door when Harry did nothing.
Harry slowly reached out and pressed his hand to it. He yelped as a quick bolt of pain cut through his hand. He pulled it away to find a small cut on every one of his fingers. Bloody prints marked the square on the door. Slowly the blood was absorbed by the stone. Then the door gave a groan of protest as it unlocked and shuddered opened. Harry hesitantly stepped forwards and pulled the door open.
His jaw loosened as he gazed inside with large eyes. The room was huge. Larger than two of the great halls of Hogwarts and as high as one. Large glass pillars reached from floor to ceiling around the whole room systematically spaced, filled with gold coins that glinted even through the glass. Three in the center of the room were filled with gems and jewels. Every wall was covered in shelves and each shelf was filled with books or boxes. Between every second pillar stood small tables, their tops slightly indented and lined with velvet. A layer of glass was held on top protecting the display of pieces of jewellery and fancy weapons. In some cases the tables were shelves filled with jars and vials of what looked like potion ingredients; some had just liquids, some just feathers, some just plants, and so on.
One shelf in the middle of the room, glass covering both sides to view, were varying eggs. The shelf back to back with it was filled with what looked like seeds. On the outside of the room near the bookshelves were large beautifully carved bins full of precious metals or rare chunks of wood. The floor and the ceiling of the room was all shining white marble. Hanging from the ceiling over the direct center of the room was a beautiful silver chain holding a large perfectly spherical white crystal orb. The orb glowed brightly and Harry saw it was the light source of the room instead of the usual torches.
Harry's eyes though, were soon drawn to the small pedestal in the very center of the room. It was waist high with a beautiful red velvet cushion on it. Harry found himself walking over to it to stare down. On the pillow was a small silver ring. The band was plain for the most part. On it was a small red stone entwined in a silver Celtic knot that connected to the silver band. On the small red stone was a rearing stallion.
Harry found himself reaching for the ring and slipping it on his right hand ring finger before he had even realized what he was doing. As soon as the ring was snug a huge gust of wind rose, blowing Harry's hair up and fluttering his clothes. The ring turned as hot as a poker and the air seemed too vanished as light flared from the red stone. Harry screamed as needles seemed to pierce his heart, mind, and magic. He felt a rush of fire flow through his veins and his skin prickled like glass was digging into it. Harry felt like something was ripping through his mind, judging him of everything.
Suddenly everything froze. The pain and power vanished and Harry was left on all fours, trembling as he panted, sweat rolling over his brow. He shakily stood, the pain and exhaustion flowing out with every steady breath he took. Finally he felt normal. He looked down at his hand. The ring was still there, but it felt slightly warm. He tried to pull it off but it wouldn't budge.
"Congratulations Lord Potter."
Harry spun to stare at the goblin who was grinning much too widely to be friendly from the doorway to the vault.
"Excuse me?" Harry asked.
"The Potter ring accepted you meaning you are now officially the Lord of the Potter clan."
Harry blinked in numb shock.
"What?"
The goblin rolled its eyes.
"You are now Lord Potter."
"Oh."
There was a moment of silence.
"Why?"
The goblin sighed in weariness.
"Because you slipped on the ring and it accepted you. Lord rings are not just for looks. They are deeply embedded with magic from the generations of their use. They are sentient enough to judge a persons mind and heart to see if they approve of them and wish to be worn by them. If a ring accepts you, you are officially the lord of the clan the ring represents."
That's it? I'm now a lord? Just like that? No paperwork, no ceremony, no ritual, no spell?"
"Correct."
"Oh…. So what does the title Lord entail?" He asked cautiously.
The grin returned, showing sharp teeth.
"It means that you control all assets of the Potters, you gain the title Lord, and you are immediately an adult."
Harry blinked in dumb surprise.
"I'm an adult." He whispered.
"Yes."
"I'm officially an adult? I can live on my own and stuff?"
"Yes."
"…You brought me here to this vault why?" Harry asked softly.
"Because you are one of our top clients. Vaults are frozen if the head of a family dies and are only woken when the next head wakens them. The longer your vault is frozen the longer it is closed off from even our bank. Large vaults bring both clients and us wealth through loans, investments, and interest plans. We had believed you were just waiting, not ignorant."
"…There is no age limits on the vaults? Like no one under adult status can't access their family vault?"
The goblin scoffed.
"The ministry tried to enact laws like that, but Gringotts is under the Goblin Nation. We do not care how young a human may be. If they have money in our bank they are our clients and as such we do not care if they are of age or not. Their money makes us money."l
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