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A.N. Okay I believe that I fixed a lot of the mistakes that I made in this chapter. If I missed something please tell me, but don't put the word 'You suck', 'your story blows', or any variant of those seeing as all they do is put other people down and if you really have nothing better to do with your time. Then go out and get laid...if you can.

The Chair thing will be explained in later chapters. I hate putting all the information in one chapter, and although it may confuse people some it also allows for the story to die out to easily.

I own nothing except for original concepts. Harry Potter and all it's constituents belongs to Mrs. Joanne Murray A.K.A J.K. Rowling

Chapter 2: Potter Vault and Secret Blood

In the empty lobby of the largest Wizard’s bank in the world a small pop was heard as

displaced air corrected itself. Were the pop originated a small-underfed fourteen year old boy

appeared. The boy had windswept black hair, large rimmed glasses, and bright green eyes. The

most remarkable characteristic the boy had however was the dark red lightning bolt shaped scar

that shown on his forehead. Yes the young boy that appeared in Gringott’s lobby was none other

then the-boy-who-lived himself, Harry Potter.

Walking up to the first teller Harry was stopped by a sharp hoot from above and a light and

familiar weight landing on his shoulder. Cocking his head to the side Harry smiled as his snow-

white owl.

“Hey there girl sorry it took me so long. I get the feeling that this is going to take a

terrible amount of time so why don’t you go hunting while I take care of all of this, and then

tomorrow we’ll go spoil you rotten?” Hedwig nipped affectionately at his ears as he said that,

and then flew off. Harry chuckled and continued his walk towards the teller drawing a curious

glance from the wrinkly creature behind it. The Goblin gave a board expression and asked.

“Yes can I help you?” Harry smiled down at the little creature.

“Yes I am here about a meeting with someone by the name of Ragnarok.” The Goblin raised

an eyebrow at this but replied.

“Key please.” Harry was confused as he wasn’t going down to his vault, but he complied

and handed over his key. Although Harry trusted the Goblins he couldn’t help but watch the

creature with an eagle’s eye to make sure it didn’t do anything strange. 'Old habits die hard I

suppose.' Harry thought to himself. Harry smiled as he was handed back his key. Waving over a

small goblin the teller sneered.

“Take Mr. Potter back to Majesty Ragnarok’s meeting room, and don’t screw anything up.”

The small goblin nodded its head lifelessly. As Harry followed the Goblin into the back rooms he

finally got a good look at the creature leading him around.

“Griphook?” The Goblin cocked its head to the side and nodded. Harry let out a sharp

gasp as he saw the lifeless orbs that stared back at him. Harry continued the walk in silence.

The small Goblin stopped in front of a plain looking wooden door. Opening the door Harry stood

amazed at the ornate room that lay behind it. Harry, finally gaining his wits about him looked

towards to large ornate desk that sat in the middle, only for his jaw to almost drop. As there

sitting behind the desk was one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen. She stood about

five foot five, with waves of stark white hair flowing down her back, her face and body unmarred

by scars lines or wrinkles were a beautiful bark brown color like the color of tanned leather. A

solid gold necklace lay gently on her size C bust, and from where he stood he couldn’t help but

be amazed, as the chair she sat in didn’t seem to compress at all under her toned ass. Harry

snapped himself out of his stupor. ‘What kind of Goblin is this to be able to do this to me and

to look like this?’ Shaking his head clear Harry looked back at her face to see a mischievous

smile adorn her full lips.

“Ah Mr. Potter good to see you made it. I hope you don’t mind that Griphook joins our

little meeting. I hate the way that the others have been treating him since he became like

this.” Harry looked at the small Goblin and nodded. Ragnarok smiled sweetly and him.

“Please take a seat Mr. Potter so that we may begin.” Harry nodded and started towards

the chair, but stopped. ‘No Stop thinking with your dick Potter and control the situation.’

Harry smiled back at her.

“I hope you don’t mind Ms. Ragnarok, but I prefer to stand.” The Goblin smiled.

“Certainly Mr. Potter now then how about we go ahead and view your account.” Harry

smiled at her with a knee-weakening smile. The Goblin took a sharp intake of breath as she saw

that smile. It wasn’t a ‘You’re pretty want to do something’ or ‘I love you till the end of

time’ smile. No this smile scared and excited her more then she could ever remember. The smile

on his face showed one simple fact ‘I trust you, but should you ever cross me I’ll rip your head

off and shit down your throat.’ Watching the goblin shake her head clear, Harry inwardly

smirked. ‘Gotcha…’ You see since Harry got his reply Harry decided to go back and read up on all

things related to goblins that he could, and after reading about thirty different Goblin wars

Harry came to one simple conclusion. When dealing with goblins don’t cross them, but make sure

they think you’re more powerful. However now that he was not only dealing with a goblin but a

gorgeous female Goblin Harry decided to change his game plan a bit. ‘While yes she’s female she

is still a Goblin, but how to approach this without sounding stupid or chauvinistic?’ Harry

inwardly smiled. ‘Got it.’

“Certainly Ms. Ragnarok I do hope we could get some business done after all I’m sure if

I’m as rich as people say then I’m sure…both of us…could make a rather large pile of gold.”

Harry inwardly smirked as he saw the Goblins eyes light up with the thought of mass amounts of

gold.

“What did you have in mind Mr. Potter?” Harry gave her the same smile as before but

added a small ‘I know something you don’t know’ twinkle to his eye.

“Now Ms. Ragnarok I believe we could discuss business after we go over my holdings as

well as maybe take a trip to see my vault then we can talk business.” Harry could see the

frustration in her eyes, like someone denied her an orgasm, and inwardly smirked. Harry watched

as the beauty before him suppressed the frustration she had, and continued on.

“Certainly Mr. Potter.” Harry inwardly smirked as he saw the goblin pull out a portfolio

filled to the brim with papers. Opening the folder the Gobliness smiled.

“Now then Mr. Potter I believe you should take a seat as this could take a while.” Harry

smiled nonchalantly at her words.

“No I’m quite content with standing.” The Goblins eyebrow twitched slightly in

annoyance.

“I must insist Mr. Potter.” Harry’s smile fell slightly.

“No Ms. Ragnarok as I said I prefer to stand.” The beauty on the other side of the desk

frowned.

“I assure you Mr. Potter the chair is perfectly safe.” Harry smiled but inwardly

seethed. ‘How stupid do you think I am?’ Harry looked the Goblin in the eye.

“I’m sure it is however the more time we spend arguing the less time we have to make any

business transactions.” Some light came back into the goblins eyes but she remained steadfast.

“I’m sorry Mr. Potter but it is standard procedure for the clients to sit while we

talk.” Harry glared at her from a cross the room. ‘I see.’

“Well then it looks like I will be going. First however, I want the contents of my

entire vault emptied and placed into a bottom less bag. Second I want that folder sitting on

your desk to be certain of my belongings. I will turn in my vault key when I see the bag filled

with it’s contents, and if I find one thing missing from my vault then I’ll use any fame I have

to slander this bank do I make myself clear.” The Goblin shuddered as he said that. Gathering

her resolve Ragnarok started in.

“Now Mr. Potter don’t you think that’s a little petty pulling all of your possessions

out of a vault your ancestors have trusted for centuries. Now why don’t you take a seat and

calm…” At this Harry exploded.

“Again with the fucking seat you have been pushing me to sit down in that fucking chair

since I arrived in this office.” Unknown to Harry as he was yelling his magic started to react.

As the magic around Harry started to whip violently a sharp cry broke out through the office.

Harry’s head whipped towards the voice only to find Griphook huddled in a corner his face in his

hands and tears rolling down his cheeks. Harry calmed down and with him the magic around him

calmed as well. Walking slowly over to the small goblin Harry laid his hand on Griphooks head.

Smiling at the small goblin Harry gasped as he saw something blurry appear right where the

goblins heart was located. Looking harder Harry was surprised at what he saw. There right where

Griphooks heart was located laid a small symbol. Harry grew even more confused as Griphook

turned to the side. Showing Harry a different looking symbol. As Harry looked closer he grew

amazed as he saw that instead of two different symbols like he originally thought it was just

two different sides of the same symbol. Turning towards Ragnarok Harry gasped again as the same

symbol appeared right where her heart was, however looking closely Harry saw slight differences.

Now Harry was a lot of things humble, loyal, and brave, being amongst them, but stupid was not

one of those things. Harry realized that that these symbols were not normal and that until he

knew what they were he would have to keep quiet about them. Glaring at Ragnarok, his power

swirling around him and Griphook, Harry growled out.

“Give me a quick summery of what I have in my accounts.” Ragnarok shuddered as she felt

the power he gave off.

“We…well Mr. Potter that will take a couple of minutes…” She was cut off as Harry’s

glare hardened.

“You have thirty seconds.” The Gobliness paled, and started scurrying for some papers.

Finally finding the one she wanted the Goblin released a sigh.

“In your vault you have a massive amount of gold, a random assortment of artifacts, an

extremely large storage of Reagents, a number of wands, an even larger number of brooms, and a

library the size of Hogwarts.” Harry’s eyebrow rose.

“A quick summery of the library you have forty-five seconds.” Harry inwardly smiled as

he saw the goblin scramble for another paper.

“In your library you hold a large assortment of books. Including the subjects of

Transfiguration, Charms, Defense against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, Arithmacy, Divination,

Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, Enchanting, Politics, Unarmed Combat, Armed Combat, and

books on your Blood Magic.” Harry’s eyes showed confusion as those last words were said.

“What do you mean Blood Magic?” The Gobliness raised an eyebrow.

“You mean to tell me you don’t know that you have Blood Magic? But you’re a pureblood,

one of the purest even. Of course you would have a Blood Magic.” Harry glared.

“Yes well my bad for living in an abusive household where even the word magic is

forbidden let alone anything that has to do with it.” The Gobliness’s eyebrows shot into her

hair as she heard this.

“Augusta Longbottom has been mistreating you?” Harry glared harder at the dark skinned

beauty.

“No not Mrs. Longbottom I’ve never even met her. My bloody Aunt and Uncle where do you

think you sent the letter to?” Harry watched confused as the girl shook heard head back and

forth mumbling to herself.

“No…no this can’t be happening…Daddy isn’t going to be happy…neither is Master Harry

when he finds out…no…no this can’t be happening…no…no…” After hearing that Harry finally had

enough.

“Alright that is enough why did you think the Augusta Longbottom would have even known

me?” Harry gasped as the goblin raised her head to show tears in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Potter but you see it said in your parents will that you were to not

go to your relatives under any circumstances. In the event of Mr. and Mrs. Potters death you

were to be transferred to Mr. and Mrs. Longbottoms custody, and since their institution into St.

Mungos your custody should have been transferred to Mrs. Augusta Longbottom…I’m so sorry Mr.

Potter for this terrible mistake.” The Goblin felt a tear roll down her face as she saw those

beautiful green eyes of his, that were a minute ago so full of life, seem to die before her

eyes.

“So your saying that it all could have been avoided… that I never should have had all

those beatings…all those days going hungry…all those days thinking how alone I was…Ms. Ragnarok

I’d like to ask you a favor…” The Goblin readily nodded her head. Harry smiled a little.

“I would like to go down to my vault.” The goblin stood up from her seat and motioned

for the black haired boy to follow her. Harry watched as the silver haired beauty glide to a

wall near her desk and run her delicate finger down a symbol that Harry knew wasn’t there a

minute ago. Harry watched as the symbol unseen by others started to spin as the wall split in

two allowing a chamber to be seen. Inside the chamber was a bank cart that Gringotts used to

take customers down to their vaults. Rangnarok turned towards Harry and smiled.

“Right this way Mr. Potter.” The Gobliness said making Harry smirk. Harry smiled down at

the goblin at his side and gave him a small push in the direction of the cart. Griphook nodded

lifelessly and walked towards the cart. As he did so Harry looked down to see another symbol on

the Goblins back. As Harry studied the symbol his eyes couldn’t help but be led to a small

fracture in the symbol on the bottom right corner. ‘I get the strangest feeling that, that

shouldn’t be there.’ Harry thought to himself as he and Griphook stepped into the back of the

cart. Harry was deep in thought for most of the ride down to his vault.

“Rangarok?” Harry asked when they were about ten minutes out causing the Gobliness to

turn and look at the boy.

“Yes Mr. Potter?” Ragnarok asked with a raised eyebrow. Harry turned his green eyes

towards Griphook.

“What made him become like this? Last time I was in Gringotts He was a rather happy

Goblin…well at least as happy as I’ve ever seen a Gringotts goblin.” Harry said drawing a light

chuckle from the beauty driving the cart.

“Yes Griphook had always been an optimistic Goblin. Ever since we were kids he would

always look on the bright side of things. Three years ago however something happened. Griphook

was required to take one Lucious Malfoy down to his vault. While down there Griphook found a

Galleon inside his pocket and couldn’t help but pull it out in confusion. Malfoy saw him with

the Galleon and accused him off stealing from him. He then fired some spell that put Griphook

into a lot of pain. He was under the spell for quite a while and after the spell was done

Griphook couldn’t use our magic and was like this.” Ragnarok explained making Harry go wide-

eyed. ‘This is my fault?’ Naruto reached his hand out and laid it gently on Griphook’s shoulder.

‘I’ll fix this Griphook…I swear to what ever God is up there…I’ll fix this mess I made.’ Harry

swore to himself just as the cart came to a stop.

“Potter Vault.” Ragnarok said making Harry look up. Harry’s eyes went wide when he saw

the snout of a large silver dragon and two golden eyes glaring at him. Harry’s eyes widened as

the sound of a soft hissing and a voice filled his ears.

“Well…the young Matrix Master finally shows his face… about time…” The soft hissing said

causing Harry’s eyes to widen. Looking the dragon in the eye’s Harry glared slightly.

“You called me a Matrix Master? What is that?” Harry asked in the same soft hissing

causing the dragon to chuckle.

“Yes I’ve heard that you speak the language young Matrix Master. To answer your

question however…well step into your den child and all will become clear.” The dragon hissed

back and stepped to the side. As the dragon stepped to the side Harry was greeted with a solid

black wall with an intricate symbol, unseen by most, showing in the center of the wall. Harry

watched in silence as he saw Ragnarok walk up to the wall and place both palms on the wall

causing the symbol to spin wildly as the wall seemed to crumble before Harry’s eyes. Harry grew

confused however as instead of a vault filled with gold, artifacts, and book’s, all that stood

inside the rather miniscule vault was a single pedestal with a single book sitting on top of it.

Harry walked passed the two goblins and into the vault. Walking up to the pedestal Harry

ran his fingers over the front cover of the book. Harry’s eyes widened however when he saw words

start to appear on the cover. Running his fingers over the words Harry started reading.


“For within this hallowed Hall,

A tear of innocents does fall.

If the mind you wish to build,

Then this Matrix time be stilled.”

Just as the last word left Harry’s mouth a pulse of magic shuddered through his body.

“Did you feel that?” Harry asked only to receive silence in response.

“Ragnarok?” Harry asked as he turned around. Harry’s confusion grew as he saw the two

goblin’s standing exactly where they were before as if frozen in place. Slowly walking up to

them Harry waved his hand in front of Ragnarok’s face. Harry was broken out of his confusion as

a masculine voice rang out through the vault.

“Amazing isn’t it?” The voice asked, causing Harry to whorl around and pull his wand.

Coming to face the owner of the voice Harry grew confused and cautious. There, standing in front

of him was a man of average height with a slightly muscled frame. The man had wind swept dirty-

blond hair and misty blue eyes. The man had his arms crossed over his chest and a slight smile

showing on his lips.

“And what do you plan to do with that my boy?” The man asked coyly. Harry leveled a hard

glare at the blond haired man.

“I’m going to kill you with it if you don’t tell me what’s going on and who the hell you

are?” Harry said completely bluffing. The blond man rolled his eyes at that and started walking

towards Harry.

“You’re a horrible liar, and besides do you even know how to kill me?” The man asked as

he approached Harry. Harry glared and flourished his wand.

“I figure I’ll start by cutting off your head, and see where that takes me.” Harry

responded making the man smile and laugh.

“That’s good boy. Keep that attitude you’ll need it for later in this war you’ll have to

fight.” The man said making Harry grit his teeth.

“Stop ignoring me damn it and tell me who the bloody hell you are!” Harry yelled making

the man smirk.

“Tell me my boy have you been seeing symbols?” The man asked causing Harry to slightly

flinch and become nervous. Quickly calming himself Harry glared.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Harry said making the blond man roll his

eyes.

“As I said terrible liar.” The blond man said causing Harry to lose control of his

anger.

“Fine! Yes I’ve been seeing symbols! Now tell me who the hell you are and why are

Ragnarok and Griphook frozen!” Harry yelled making the blond smile.

“Good now we are getting somewhere. To answer your questions however, they aren’t

frozen.” The blond man said making Harry grit his teeth in anger.

“Then why aren’t they moving!” Harry yelled making the Arian roll his eyes.

“Think back to what you found on the front of that book and then you tell me.” The man

said causing Harry to lower his wand slightly.

“You…you stopped time?” Harry asked making the man smile and laugh slightly.

“Well yes and no. Yes because to you it will feel like time is moving slower, however in

all reality the magic just made you move three hundred sixty-five times faster then normal.” The

blond explained making Harry’s eyes widen.

“Can it really do that?” Harry asked quietly making the man give him a confused look.

“It just did, did it not?” The blond said making Harry nod dumbly. The blond smiled and

reached a hand into his pocket. Pulling out a piece of paper the man showed it to Harry. Taking

a glance at the paper Harry saw something that greatly confused him. ‘The Potter family vault is

found in Vault number 777 at Gringotts Wizard’s Bank.’ As Harry read that another pulse of magic

went through him. Harry’s eyes widened as he saw the small vault that only contained a single

pedestal and book rapidly expanded to show mountains of gold, silver, and copper. Lining two of

the four walls were bookshelves packed with books on everything there was to know about magic.

On the back wall was what appeared to be a large amount of small containers full of feathers,

blood, venom, etc. Each labeled and organized upon the shelf. On the remaining wall were glass

cases filled with wands, brooms, and weaponry of all shapes and sizes. Taking all of this in

Harry turned towards the blond.

“How did you do that?” Harry asked making the blond man smile.

“That my dear boy is the greatest use of the Fidelius Charm I’ve ever seen.” The blond

man said, making Harry’s eyes go wide. ‘Wow…how did they do it?’ Harry thought to himself.

Quickly shaking himself out of his reverence Harry glared at the man again.

“You still haven’t told me who or more importantly what you are.” Harry said making the

man raise an eyebrow.

“Would you care to explain the whole ‘what you are’ comment?” The blond man asked making

Harry glare harder.

“You don’t have a symbol…everything alive, and some things that aren’t, that I’ve seen

since I started seeing these symbols has had one…you don’t so the question is what are you?”

Harry explained making the blond man smile and laugh.

“Yes! Very good indeed! You see my boy the symbols you have been seeing is what we like

to call the magical matrix. The thing that surrounds the magical core inside of a being or spell

that dictates the way the magic is supposed to move. The reason you’ve been seeing it everywhere

is because all living things have magic within them whether they can use it or not.” The blond

explained making Harry’s eyes widen.

“So I’ve been seeing peoples magic?” Harry asked making the blond roll his eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course not.” The man said making Harry turn towards him in

confusion.

“But you just said…” Harry started only to get cut off.

“That you can see the magical Matrix, not the magic itself.” The man explained making

Harry quirk an eyebrow.

“What’s the difference?” Harry asked making the blond smile.

“Think of it like a muggle circuit. You can see the way the electricity moves, but you

can’t see the electricity itself. The circuit is the matrix and the electricity is the magic.”

The blue-eyed man explained easing Harry’s confusion.

“Okay but…why can I see them?” Harry asked making the blond chuckle.

“You my boy are a Potter, and like all Potters you have the ability to see and

eventually add to, subtract from, or brake a magical matrix. By this time tomorrow in real time,

I’ll have you ready to take anything this so-called dark lord can throw at you. Now come on we

have much to do.” The blond man said making Harry smile and nod. As Harry was following the

blond he couldn’t help but smack himself in the head.

“Hey you never answered my questions?” Harry said making the blond smile.

“So I didn’t. Well to answer your questions my name is Octavius Potter, and as to what I

am…well I believe you read my cover as you walked in.” Octavius said making Harry go wide-eyed.

Turning towards the book on the pedestal Harry couldn’t help but glare at the symbol that seemed

to laugh at him.

“Are you coming my boy? We have much to do.” Octavius yelled making Harry nod and catch

up to him.