Chapter 98: The Power of Family Wards
All about the country, manors belonging to Harry's families started rumbling and shuddering as the wards changed over to their new owner. In the Black family manor at Grimmauld Place, Remus Lupin, Kreature, and a painting of a hag found themselves unceremoniously dumped on the front steps of the house. As soon as Kreature freaked out and tried to reenter, the wards struck and burned him and the painting he was holding to a crisp. Remus sat there stunned as he watched this but was not foolish enough to try and enter himself. Sirius had always told him that the Black family wards were some of the nastiest known to wizards and he was not about to test the waters after that display of power.
Remus stood and picked up his clothing that was dumped along with him. As soon as he packed, he turned and saw that the Black family home was fading from sight so he did the only thing he could and apparated to the small cabin he owned.
Once he arrived and unpacked, he sat in his threadbare chair and pondered the situation. It was obvious that House Black was under new leadership but he couldn't think of who it could be since Harry and Sirius were gone. He frowned as he thought of the situation Albus put them in and debated whether or not to inform him of what was happening. That idea was quickly shaken off as he now felt he didn't owe Albus Dumbledore anything after manipulating the split between the Marauders and Harry. His only hope was that Albus would attempt to enter the manor and get a good taste of the wards.
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In the depths of Gringotts, alarms were blaring as three ancient vaults became active for the first time in many centuries. As Ragnok was making his rounds, he was alerted that the Potter and Black vaults were once again pulsing with magic. He was elated that some of the older vaults were active once again but at the same time he was apprehensive. He knew only one person could activate the Potter and Black vaults which meant that Harry Potter had returned to the mortal plane. As he hurried back to his office to check out a gut feeling, another Goblin ran to him and reported that the vault belonging to the minor house of Evans was active as well. This only added confirmation to Ragnok's suspicions of who was behind these events.
As he entered his office, he secured it and went to a secret doorway behind his desk. He took out a dagger and sliced his palm. The blood dripping from his hand was smeared on his personal crest which adorned the wall. The crest glowed for about a minute before a door formed in the rock. The chamber he entered was the personal vault of the Director of Gringotts which held not gold but something far more valuable to the head Goblin, knowledge.
A quick glance around the room saw several tomes glowing in the darkness. His eyes quickly adjusted as he made his way to the Peverell family register and ledger. He opened the book to the last page and quickly scanned down to the last entry. The head of Gringotts grew nervous as he read the name Harry James Peverell and saw his other claims. With the way Bearclaw had left matters with Mr. Potter, he didn't know how to fix the problem at this point and resigned himself to wait until Lord Peverell came knocking on his door. Ragnok knew that he would have to do almost anything Harry asked in order to save his bank and his nation. It was not a position Goblins were used to dealing from and he knew it all fell on Albus Dumbledore's shoulders. The only reason why Ragnok had not moved on the man already was due to the rumors that Harry was a protégé of Dumbledore's and to move against him may have made the situation worse.
Ragnok stepped back out of his office and resealed the door to the chamber. He walked over to his desk and sat heavily in his chair before pulling out a piece of parchment and writing an order that the moment Lord Peverell showed in the bank, he was to be treated with the utmost courtesy and escorted without delay straight to his office. He added that failure to comply with the order would be seen as gross insubordination and the perpetrator would meet the same fate as Bearclaw and his entire family.
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Any properties and manors belonging to the newly titled lord were undergoing similar reactions as Grimmauld Place. If anyone was living in the homes, they were unceremoniously dumped outside the house along with their belongings as the house slowly faded from view. If Harry and Dobby had known what was going on in Little Whinging, they would have wanted to go watch the spectacle as the Dursleys were magically evicted from their home.
As Vernon was sprawled out on the lawn like a beached whale in his boxers, a piece of paper fluttered down to land on his large belly. Petunia saw it and quickly grabbed it. What she read had her deathly pale.
My Dear Sister,
You broke your promise so we are taking back what is ours.
Lillian
Vernon looked up and asked "What happened Pet?"
"Lily took back what she paid for."
"But she's dead."
Petunia winced "Doesn't matter, we made a promise and we broke it. Magic is taking its revenge on us so I'd suggest we leave as quickly as we can."
He looked at the pile of stuff in the now vacant lot and nodded his head. He was mostly horrified that a tent sized pair of tracked up boxers were hanging from the mailbox. Petunia shrieked as she saw her granny panties hanging in a tree and quickly ran around trying to get them down. She would have been even more horrified if she knew that her special pair of leopard print knickers with PET embroidered across the bum was currently being carried off by the next door neighbor's dog.
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