Chapter 112 - Crossover Fanfiction 14 - Harry and the Gods (2/2)
”Well, when can we start the ritual? I will pay for quick service.”
”Who taught you the way of the goblins? You must have been taught for many of your contemporaries do not treat us the way we are supposed to be.”
”Professor Flitwick at Hogwarts spoke of your customs and how to make the most of our time in Gringotts. He often spoke of what I was supposed to do while I sat in his office keeping up with my mundane school work. There was no better tutor for my maths. He's the only professor, other than Dumbledore that knows what I am doing.”
”Ah,” The goblin nodded, ”Yes that would explain it. Of course, there would be no better than a goblin to explain numbers. Very well, come on they are preparing the ritual chamber now and will be ready when we arrive.”
The ritual chamber was just an empty chamber. Compared to the grandstanding of the atrium and offices of Gringotts, it was honestly a bit of a letdown for Harry. Removing his clothes as he was instructed, Harry laid down in the center of the room as five goblin priests began chanting in their tongue. Nothing happened for a few minutes, leaving Harry feeling very foolish as he was lying on the ground and then suddenly he was wracked with pain. Most of his pain was centered on his forehead as wisps of green smoke began pouring out of his scar. A widespread pain wracked his body as the blocks on his magic were forced open and still Harry did not cry out. The goblins watching the ceremony were impressed by the threshold of pain Harry possessed. The smoke began pouring out and smoke also managed to come into the room notifying the goblins that there was more than one horcrux. When the green gas stopped pouring out of Harry and had formed with all that had entered the room, a quick fire spell and the soul pieces of Voldemort were gone. It was rather anticlimactic. Harry had passed out after the soul pieces were destroyed and as he was unconscious his body grew to the correct proportions.
”And all this before noon. I wonder what else he has planned!” His head accountant laughed. Pain and death was the sure way to get a goblin in a good mood.
Groggily Harry woke up and found himself clothed and laying on a rather comfortable bed. Wondering where he was Harry tried to lift his head, but found that his body was too stiff to move. ”That ritual must have taken a lot out of me,” Harry muttered. ”Wait, the ritual! I'm in Gringotts!”
”Indeed you are Mr. Potter,” The familiar voice of his Charms professor squeaked. Turning his head slightly Harry grinned as his favorite teacher sat on a rather comfy looking chair reading about the previous dueling tournament. ”I'm glad to see you up Harry and I'm also glad you remembered my lesson on dealing with the People. Many goblins stopped and sung your praises my student.”
”You took the time to teach me Professor, it was the least I could do to remember your teaching and reflect well on you.”
”Would you believe that your mother said the exact same thing to me the summer before her seventh year? I will always be proud that I was able to teach one of the brightest witches ever and her son who comes close to her intelligence.” A blissful smile made its way on to Harry's face at the short story of his older sister. Everybody had stories by the hundreds of James and although he loved his father, his mother was just as big in his heart as his father. Why the wizarding world and family friends seemed to be determined in only remembering Lily Evans as Lily Potter, Harry would never understand. Even McGonagall only spoke of his father when she claimed that Lily was her favorite.
”That is high praise Mr. Potter,” His account manager said, he had completely escaped Harry's notice and was thankful he did not jump and make a fool of himself. ”The People remember those who treated us with respect fondly and the late Mrs. Potter had our respect at the beginning of her second year.” This grabbed a small chuckle both from Filius and Harry at the picture of the warrior race of the Nation bowing in respect to a twelve year old girl.
”Indeed, I must say Harry that this new look suits you. I had no idea how malnourished you really were.” Harry had indeed grown thanks to the ritual performed. Instead of the underweight 5'6” kid that went in, Harry was now a healthy weight and stood at a respectable height of almost 6'. ”I wish you had listened to me and come here after your second year.”
”You know why I didn't Professor. Even though I am disenchanted with the wizarding world of Great Britain at least, I had hopes that one of my so called friends would come clean and help me. I'm sure Professor Dumbledore would have taught me if he could have gotten away from all of his many positions. But you live and you learn,” Harry sighed, ”Anyways, how long was I out?”
”It has been a day and a half since you entered our bank Mr. Potter, we invited Filius into the back when he arrived just few hours ago. Now, it is time to continue on with our meeting as time is money.”
”Very well Master Goblin, what would you suggest be done next?”
”Harry if I may make a suggestion,” Flitwick stepped in, ”It might be prudent for you to have the People to invite the minister to a conference. The Daily Prophet has started a smear campaign against you an Albus. It has just started, so you may want to head it off quickly.”
”Very well, Master Goblin can your Nation set up a meeting in one of you conference rooms, also can you invite Albus Dumbledore for as well, and he needs to arrive about half an hour earlier? Thank you, and now I would like to go over my accounts and I can also be planning my trip for the foreseeable future.”
For the next hour figures were thrown at Harry that would make many men salivate at the wealth. With Harry's access to the modern world and the Goblin's ability to play the stock market, they tried to triple the wealth on a sixth of one of his vaults. They were interrupted when one of the goblin tellers came and informed them that Dumbledore was here.
”Professor Dumbledore, I am sorry to call you away from your work this summer, but there have been a few developments in regards to the war on Voldemort.”
”Oh? My boy, do tell.”
”Were you aware that I had a soul leech in my head?”
”Indeed I was Harry, and I have spent much of my free time for the last thirteen years looking for a way to remove it without you dying.”
”Well, you can stop looking, for the Nation has gotten rid of my unwanted passenger and all of the dork lord's soul pieces. He is mortal now and I believe the People's shamans said that due to his core being so destabilized his followers and their families will be completely drained of their magic before he finally dies.”
Dumbledore stared in shock that stretched for minutes as he slowly comprehended this tale. Finally Albus spoke again, ”Harry, do you know what this means? The darkness of the world can finally be stamped out! Because you, with the help of the people of course, activated the ritual you shall inherit the vaults and seats on our government and board of governors at the school! Harry change is coming!” Dumbledore pulled Harry into a grandfatherly hug and wept tears of joy.
The two held each other in a family like embrace as both celebrated. Harry then spoke up, ”The shamans said this process would take a year, two years tops before everything was said and done. Apparently I have a bit of destiny located in America with the Greek gods so, I am leaving for the summer and I don't know when I will be back. I will make it my mission to return when I can do the most good with my powers. Now, Minister Fudge will walk through these doors in a few minutes and I plan on getting rid of this smear campaign.”
”Very well Harry, I know you have been hiding your intelligence so I will allow it. After this meeting I will go to retrieve a few books for you to study. When you return you need to be able to take your OWLS and NEWTS. Since you will be in the gods' domain, Lady Hecate will protect you from the magical detectors.”
”Minister Fudge,” Harry stated as Fudge strode into the conference room breaking preamble. ”I called you here today so we can discuss this smear campaign you are supposedly working against me and Dumbledore.”
”Now see here you brat I am the Minister of Magic!”
”And I am the boy-who-lived and Dumbledore has more political clout than you shall ever have. Let us remember who got rid of the last two dark lords. The goblins have proof that Voldemort could come back and we took care of all eventualities just yesterday, so I'm done. I want the smear campaign stopped so I can go on my summer vacation that could quite possibly extend for years without worry that when I come back I will be considered a nutter.”
”What do you mean summer vacation?”
”I mean that I will be leaving the country. Every time I have brought it up with the members of the Nation they had grinned which has honestly unnerved me. If I like where they send me, there's no promises that I will come back to Britain for quite a few years. I cannot speak for Professor Dumbledore, but I am warning you that many of your pureblood buddies and their families will start to lose their magic if they were ever willingly allied with Voldemort. I will be back to claim those seats and Dumbledore has already agreed to help me change the world. I'm giving you notice, perhaps now would be a good time to retire and write a book to celebrate your successful career in politics.”
”Cornelius, I agree with Mr. Potter quite heartily, but I know you will not listen to our advice. But, I shall warn you now that if you continue this smear campaign I will bring the ICW to investigate the ministry dealings. Leave us alone and we shall leave you alone.”
”Very well,” Fudge stated as he began to imagine the bad publicity from an investigation. ”The newspaper will not bother you anymore, and we shall part ways here. Good day!”
Harry had to suppress a shiver as Fudge walked out which elicited a chuckle from Professor Flitwick as he walked into the room. ”That is why no one but a politician can deal with a politician. Come and follow me.” Flitwick led Harry down a series of paths and continued to talk as Dumbledore left to go get the books he had promised. ”The People still won't tell you where you are going, but they have warned that wherever you are going, the potency of your Greek side will attract many of the mythological monsters of Greek stories. Because of this you have been granted a rare honor in using one of the Nation's time chambers. A day on the outside translates to just over six months inside. Your ancestors left you celestial bronze weapons in your vaults which is what is required for you to kill these monsters. These six months, will be under the tutor of me and another of the People as we train you in swordsmanship, archery, and dueling skills with your magic.”
By now the two of them had reached a large door with a carving of an hourglass etched into it. There was also a pack for Harry containing the weapons that Filius had spoken of and some clothes that had been ordered the previous day by the goblins, for a fee of course. ”Are you ready Harry?”
Taking a breath and shouldering the pack Harry nodded as the doors opened. ”Indeed.” Harry walked through the doors steeling himself for the most brutal six months of his life.