Chapter 1 : Prologue

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The Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter

Prologue

Ragnok the head of the Goblin nation and Gringotts bank was sitting back enjoying a cup of coffee. He was introduced to the stuff in his younger years by a muggle-born curse breaker in Egypt, and since then he had been hooked. He was just about to look at the report on recent finds from Egypt when there was a knock on the door.

"Come In," said Ragnok.

The door opened and in walked Riptooth looking harried about something.

"Your honor, I have just gone over the late Lord Black's will and he believed that the Potter will was not followed or was meddled with at the Ministry and asks that Gringotts look into the matter," said Riptooth.

"What do you mean not followed, the Potter's are our oldest and wealthiest clients, if a Gringotts Goblin was responsible. You had better hope, it was in fact the Ministry that did it. Get me the original copy of the Potter will from the family vault," said Ragnok

"Already done sir, here it is," with that Riptooth passed over the files he was holding.

Ragnok read through the will carefully, after a good ten minutes he glanced up with a hard expression on his face.

"Please go and get me Griphook, he's in charge of the Potter account," ordered Ragnok.

With that Riptooth left the room only to return less than five minutes later with Griphook in toe.

When Griphook entered the room Rangnok immediately began to question

Griphook.

"Did Mr. Potter come in to see his parents will on his eleventh birthday with his guardian or since?" asked Ragnok.

"No, your honor he didn't." Replied Griphook promptly.

"Who do you have listed as his magical and non-magical guardians."

"His magical guardian is Albus Dumbledore and, his non-magical guardians are his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon."

"Send for Mr. Potter at once and tell no one that he is coming here. He was not supposed to be with those people," said Ragnok.

Harry Potter was in his room staring into space, haunted by the memories of Cedric's death and more recently the death of his godfather. He was depressed and lonely all he had for company was Hedwig but, at the moment she was out hunting.

He was just about to drift off into a troubled sleep when an official looking owl swooped in through the open window, flew over and landed on the headboard of the bed. He reluctantly got up and went over to the owl and relieved it of the letter that it had had tied to its leg. Better get this over with he thought.

When Harry had retrieved the letter from the owl, the owl left. Harry with the letter in hand, sat down at his desk. Looking closer at the letter he noticed it was from Gringotts the wizarding bank. Wondering what they wanted as this was the first correspondence he had had from them, he opened the letter:

Dear Mr. Potter,

We here at Gringotts have recently unearthed a discrepancy in your parents will, and need to see you right away. This parchment is a Portkey simply tap it with your wand and say Gringotts this will bring you to a private meeting room and we will meet with you regarding this matter shortly thereafter.

May your Gold always Flow.

Sincerely,

Griphook

Harry wondering what could be wrong with his parents will, quickly changed into his school robes and took the portkey.