Harry bowed his head at the two goblins standing guard before the doors of Gringotts, earning surprised looks from the small creatures before they mirrored his gesture and helped open the doors for the man. It had been much too long since any wizard had greeted them in the old way and offered them respect and the guards were sure to tell others of this strange man.

   Meanwhile, Harry moved across the marble hall floor with grace, no longer feeling burdened by the crowds that suffocated the streets, as there were maybe two other people in the bank at the moment, and none paid him or Hannah any mind. Reaching the counter, Harry greeted the goblin teller with a polite bow, and before the poor creature could compose himself from the shock the wizard spoke up in Gobbledegook, almost making the poor teller fall off his high chair.

"Gquiisomfr sikkiqu, lex sgi fukb ud xuaqu imiloir dokk xuaqu cgirsr.O el giqui duqu svu ckuubsirsr "

*Greetings teller, may the gold of your enemies fill your chests. I am here for two blood tests. (I translated this with google so please don't come after my head, I don't speak Gobbledegook)

The goblins around them that heard the man speak all turned around baffled, and the teller before him took almost a full minute to reply, his eyes as wide as teacups.

"Yir, ud cuaquri, dukkuv li.", it said motioning for the pair to follow him down a corridor guarded by two statues of goblin guards.

Yes, of course, follow me.

 Hannah had finally peaked out of his chest and was staring at the creatures curiously, and muttering silently to herself something about "needing to get some books on them". A small smile bloomed on Harry's face at her innocent curiosity, noting how much more relaxed she seemed to be after they left that dreadful house behind. It was liberating to see her get the chance he never got at a somewhat normal childhood.

   The teller directed them into a room with imposing golden doors and left quickly after whispering something to the goblin that received them. Harry almost had a stroke when he laid eyes on the one that they had been entrusted to and quickly bowed with his whole body, careful not to drop the child clinging to him. Before them, in a furred red cape that brushed the ground and luxurious clothes was a goblin the wizard had only heard of and seen a picture of in one of his old schoolbooks, King Ragnuk The Thrid, grandson of King Ragnuk the First the creator of Godric Gryffindor's sword. 

 "Mex ekk sgi quocgir emb fkuqux ud sgi vuqukb ci keob ciduqui xuaqu diis, xuaqu hofgmirr, komf refmaj tgi tgquob.", he said reverently while Hannah took the hint and also did her best to bow to the king without falling.

May all the riches and glory of the world be laid before your feet, your Highness, King Ragnuk The Thrid.

"Rori voyequb. Is ger ciim kumf romci umi ud xuaqu jomb ger rnujim uaqu kemfaefi emb fquiisib ar vosg quirnics. O el fquesidak sges es kiers ruli ud sgi okbim wex geti xis su ci kurs om xuaqu caksaqui emb duqu sges, o vikculi xua om uaqu gekkr." ,came the sharp reply.

Rise wizard. It has been long since one of your kind has spoken our language and greeted us with respect. I am grateful that at least some of the Olden Ways have yet to be lost in your culture and for that, I welcome you in our halls.

 Harry straightened his back, adjusting his grip on the little girl with a polite smile. He was aware that he had just received the highest of honor one can get, and practically made an official Goblin Friend, but he had to maintain his composure and play his cards well so that he could get the most benefices out of the situation. Once the greetings had been done per protocol both he and Ragnuk returned their conversation to the common tongue and began the actual meeting.

"If I may ask, your highness, why is it that I was brought to you. I do not mean any disrespect but all I had requested were two blood tests for me and the child."

 The goblin smiled, bearing his teeth in something Harry could only describe as slightly unsettling. He motioned for the two to take a seat, but the wizard refused to let the small witch go, thus she remained in his arms, listening intently to the conversation.

"I understand your confusion mister..."

"You may refer to me as Harry, just Harry", he quickly supplied.

 "You may also refer to me by my given name, Harry, although I would prefer if you do so only in the presence of other goblins. Now, as I was saying, Bugnok brought you to me per my request, as I had been informed of your respect from my guards and wished to meet you for myself. As for the blood tests you required, you needn't worry, you may do them right now." 

  Ragnuk snapped his fingers and two pieces of parchment appeared on the table before them alongside a delicate shiny knife.

  "If you would each pick a parchment and pour here drops of blood onto it."

  The two followed his instruction, pricking their fingers and dropping three drops of blood on the paper before Harry used his wandless magic once again to heal their cuts. It wasn't perfect, and Hannah was still left with a small incision that was not deep enough to draw blood, but they would have to work with it until he bought himself a new wand. The parchment glowed a faint gold before letters started appearing on it. Harry picked both of them up but read his first.

Name: Henry James Potter-Peverell

Age: 25

Species: wizard

Parents: unavailable

Godparents: unavailable

DOB: 31st of July, unavailable year

Lines:

Potter Line 

Peverell Line 

Abilities and Magical Talents:

Parseltongue

Wandless Magic

Wordless Magic

Vaults:

Potter:

Vault 78-family vault (family heirlooms, artifacts, 2,000,000 galleons, 70sickles, 46 knuts)

Peverell:

Vault 45-family vault (artifacts 50,000 galleons, 20sickles, 19knuts)

Vault 75 (5,000,000 galleons, 30 sickles, 26 knuts)

Properties:

Potter:

Godric's Cottage in Godric's Hollow, England 

Potter Manor in Wales

Apartment in New York, USA

Peverell:

Peverell Manor in Ipswich, England

Hallow Manor in Kavala, Greece

Titles:

Lord of The Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter

Lord of The Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell

Master of Death

 That last one would be sure to bring him trouble, he thought, especially if it could be recognized as an actual title and appear on paper like that, but Harry, or rather Henry, would have to deal with that later. The money was surely more than he had expected, but there was no doubt his vaults could do with even more income, and a few smart investments couldn't hurt, especially because he was sure there would be a lot of things to do in the future. He had to raise Hannah, sue a few people and hire a solicitor for Sirius, and he knew those wouldn't come cheap.

  Next, his eyes drifted to Hannah's results, as he gingerly laid his test on the table for Ragnuk to look at. Her test was shorter than his but also covered a few points his didn't. Henry reasoned that the policy differed because she was still a minor, but there was no doubt in his mind Death had tempered with the information to make it more plausible. A small mental thank you was directed towards the shapeless entity as his eyes skimmed over the parchment.

Name: Hannah Lilian Potter

Age: 4

Species: witch

Parents:(Deceased) James Charlus Potter, Lilly Potter(nee Evans)

Godparents: Sirius Black (currently unavailable due to imprisonment)

DOB: 31st of July 1980

Lines:

Potter Line

Peverell Line

Slytherin (by conquest)

Abilities and Magical Talents:

Parseltongue

Vaults:

Potter:

Vault 687-trust vault set up by James and Lily Potter (100,000galleons, 55 sickles, 21 knuts)

Heirships:

Heiress to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter

Heiress to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell

Guardian: Petunia Dursely and Vernon Dursley(muggles)

 Harry scoffed, and quickly directed his attention back onto Ragnuk, noticing that the girl had fallen asleep in his arms.

"I am related to her by blood and can prove that her current guardians are abusive towards her, is there any possible way that I could take custody of her without going to the Ministry and attracting public attention onto her? I do not wish to cause her more discomfort than necessary.", he spoke in a soft whisper, but his voice was firm.

  Ragnuk's face darkened at the mention of the little girl being abused and tapped twice on a stone slab on his desk. A goblin dressed in a Healer uniform entered the room.

"Healer Nadkit shall check on the girl to verify your claims. If what you said is indeed true there is a way to legally blood adopt the child, thus becoming her sole guardian. This involves a small fee and will also be registered with the Ministry, although if one isn't looking for you specifically and by name, there is almost no chance of discovering this information, as the Ministry Archives are locked out for all but a select few people, and even then, they are much too long for anyone to find anything in there.", The goblin informed him, as Nadkit gently took Hannah out of his arms without waking her and placed her on a nearby couch before he began muttering over her.

   In mere moments the Healer's face went from neutral to boiling with rage, and the wizard tensed, unsure of how to act. The goblin approached the two and snapped his fingers, presenting its king with a lengthy piece of paper, no doubt detailing every single injury that the Dursleys had even inflicted on the little girl. Ragnuk scanned over the words silently but there was no denying that hot rage burned behind his small cold eyes as he wordlessly handed the report over to Harry. The man read all of it bitterly, remembering how every single one of the injuries described had also happened to him. He would never forgive Dumbledore for this, he swore to himself.

  "As your claim had been verified I am willing to go through with my offer. The blood-adoption ritual shall cost you 25 galleons and 3 sickles, shall we proceed with the ritual?", the goblin king's voice cracked ever so slightly, as he tried his best not to break into a fit of rage. Wizard children were already rare and precious to all magical folk, but many of muggle descend never made it past their youth. To think that wizards had allowed one of their own, a child they hailed as a savior to suffer such things was infuriating as much as it was heartbreaking.

"Take the cost out of my Potter vault, vault 78. After we proceed with the ritual will also wish to discuss with you getting the keys to my vaults, changing the key to Hannah's vault, and claiming my inheritance rings. Could also do a full healing ritual on her and take the payment from vault 78?"

 King Ragnuk only nodded in response and began preparing all of the things Harry had requested, while the duo were taken into another room for the blood-adoption ritual and the healing ritual.

  Half an hour later Harry left the bank, carrying the sleeping little witch in his arms. A victorious glint danced in his eyes, the Potter and the Peverell ring shimmering on his fingers, and a few new keys clinking in his pocket. Hannah was now officially his ward, she was fully healed and with a good diet plan would grow to the size normal for her age in no time. Harry had also done a few investments, utilizing his knowledge of the future, and gotten a black Gringotts card for the shopping he was no doubt going to do in the morning. That was his first victory in a string of many, and Harry fell asleep that night in a room at the Leaky Cauldron pretty pleased with himself.

"Just you wait, Dumbledore! I'll make you have a taste of your own poison!", he mumbled to himself, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

But revenge would have to wait. Now he had to take care of Hannah.