The Master of Death
Chapter 12: Claiming the Title
The next day quickly came and when Harry woke up, it was because
Hedwig, who banged on the window shortly after dawn. Next to him sat
a very large owl, brownish yellow, with a pack of
flowers blooming and spotting. He opened it, while Ron was still groaning in the
his pillow. Hedwig bit her ear lovingly as she
landed on his shoulder.
"Hello girl," said Harry and stroked
its wings. A small note was placed on his leg. It's sealed
with candle. Maybe miraculous, to prevent the wrong person
read it. Harry took the note and Hedwig gracefully flew over
into a bowl of water. Meanwhile, the yellow owl is brownish
trouble to get in and Harry helps her by letting her off the load
the weight that pulled him down. Pigwidgeon chirped excitedly,
which caused Ron to groan once more.
"Close the pig's mouth" Ron muttered under his blanket,
before he fell back asleep.
Meanwhile, the brownish-yellow owl was full
please stick out her legs with a small leather bag attached
to him. As soon as Harry checked the price written on the bill
clinging to the package, he rummaged through his suitcase, until he collected the amount
the right.
After the owl was paid, the owl also went to
the water bowl where Pigwidgeon excitedly flew around
they, before takeoff and leave.
Harry first opened the large package, ripping off the paper
the chocolate was to reveal three books.
Everything seems
former, the edges are worn out and the yard is yellowish due to age. Harry is not
expect the slightest bit to read it, but if he wants his plan
successfully, he needed to do some research first. Largest cover
it reads, "History of law and
constitutional magical law in the United Kingdom (i.e., England, Scotland &
Wales) from 1847-1881 "while the other two
titled, "Reports and legal comments,
Wizengamot 1876 " and "Consequences: the:
The influence of magical Laws and their complexity on the magical society by A. Bodwick
- 1880 ".
After examining the books for a while and flipping through the pages, the,
Harry put it aside, turned his attention to the letter. Ambiance
his heart seemed to improve after he unsealed it and read what
it's written on the parchment.
The Master Potter
honourable, you want to be notified immediately. Preparation has been made
we are waiting for Father today. If your presence is prevented because of an
reason and therefore not possible, please let us know per bird
phantoms.
Sincerly Gringotts Bank's
Smiling he put away the letter. Outer
the sun had just risen, the fog still enveloped the city. Sighing, though,
Harry pulled one of the old books towards him. If he wakes up, then,
at least he could use his time and start his research.
About half an hour after reading, Harry was forced to use
some basic spells that helped him find the inner pages
books that interest him. Meanwhile, death has been realized
in human form, sitting around on Harry's bed and lazily
watching him as he flipped through the books.
Very slowly, the house came to life and Harry could hear
the voices were muffled as the first person descended into the kitchen. Moments before
Ron wakes up, Harry pushes the books under his bed where the two
the other books from Black's library had started to get dusty.
When they finally left for breakfast, he had already
get a pretty good picture of what he should know.
As soon as they ate, Harry subtly threw away the evidence
his correspondence in the fireplace is great, for he is not too keen to
being interrupted by unnecessary conversations that are consistent with the question
which disturbs.
Something that turns out to be rather useless, because Ron and
Hermione had apparently decided that now was the right time to
confront him about his outburst regarding their lack of communication
during the summer. Thus, the first half of his day was mostly
consisting of him avoiding their attempts to talk to him, Death
surprisingly helpful in reminding him of their presence and
stepping between them, every time they saw a gap.
Sirius appeared somewhere around noon in a shirt
wrinkles, yawning and removing drowsiness from his eyes, but when he
seeing Harry he grinned at her, perhaps still excited by what he was
they were discussed during their late night conversation.
Even Mrs Weasley's demanding nature doesn't seem to darken
his mood as they cleaned the display case in the living room, despite the shelves
glass-walled with vampire blood and daggers untouched.
When they were almost done, Sirius announced that anyone
which throws one of the blades into an old rug and can hit it wrong
one of his relatives will be free from further cleaning for the next day.
Despite Hermione's concerns, this was the height of the clock
cleaning them.
Of course this new sport was soon prevented by Mrs Weasley,
who came back with a plate of homemade sandwiches. Fred then claims,
that he should have been declared the winner because he was successful regarding
the name scorched Sirius, which technically had to be counted, while Ginny countered
that Sirius explicitly said that they should hit one
his relatives and not himself. Their argument still goes on when
they're heading downstairs for dinner. That was also when Harry intercepted
their heated discussion by stating that he was the only one on the side
Sirius who even managed to get a dagger to stick in the tapestry,
that should automatically give him the right to take at least half
day off from cleaning.
"Kreacher will be destroyed when he finds
the scratch," Hermione said with empathy, as they were about to reach
front hall. He shook his head.
"If it wasn't a dark spell you used, it would
fix himself," said Sirius, looking to the side
the shape of the Death Snake, which encircled Harry's neck and shoulders, "And as far as
I know, the blade is not cursed. At least what you can find on them
it's poison. "
"Poisoned?!!" If on his cue, Mrs Weasley
has appeared at the foot of the stairs.
"Oh no, the dragon is approaching," Sirius whispered softly
and Ginny in front of him sneered. "No, Molly, it's just
joke," Sirius said louder, while smiling with a smile
he leaned and raised his hand to defend himself. But Mrs Weasley doesn't
bought it.
"IRRESPONSIBLE, let the kids throw
with KNIVES-," he exclaimed, had already started his second scolding of the day
these. Harry noticed how Sirius' expression fell
funny turns to annoyed.
"Technically they're daggers, Molly," Sirius
replied in a cold tone and used the opportunity to rush over
climb the stairs in perfect pure blood style, while Mrs Weasley
still too surprised to reply. Fred and George were also gaping,
they seem more impressed than anything.
Harry felt that through Sirius' involvement with him,
some of the Black family's arrogant attitude reappeared. She can't
he said he didn't find it funny. When Harry saw
Sirius left, he realized that this was the perfect opportunity. Him
turned away from Mrs Weasley who was speechless and looked at Ron and
Hermione.
"Hey, I think I'll talk to Sirius about
something for a minute."
"Harry," said Hermione and held her, holding her back,
"me-" He hesitated, "- I just wanted to say, that you
can talk to us too. We are truly sorry for what
happens, but ignoring us won't change anything."
"I know" said Harry, "I'm not angry. Only
only, I spoke to Sirius yesterday, and he promised, to help me
with a few things. It's because of my trial."
"Oh Harry," said Hermione, concern shone in the
his eye. "Are you nervous? I mean they can't do anything, though,
I talked to Tonks and Moody, okay? And they say that
witches are allowed to use magic if they are in danger, even if
they were underage," he raved.to convince her.
"Yes, I know," said Harry, "And I don't
too nervous, but I want to get ready." He grins.
"Harry," Ron whispered with a suspicious look, no
convinced by Harry's speech of 'being prepared' while he
looking at his mother, who was fussing over Ginny. "You didn't plan
something, you didn't tell us? “Harry just grinned.
"Harry, you can't ... With Sirius" Hermione
whispered, but Harry cut it off.
"I'm sorry, I have to go" he said cheerfully and hurriedly
climbing stairs.
"HARRY!" Hermione shouted, when Harry had
reaching the Aisle. Harry heard Ron cursing, Mrs Weasley shouted,
"RONALD!" And then quick steps followed him.
Harry grinned at Death and he began to take it a step further
quick one. Though he doesn't really care about the thought that Ron and
Hermione knew something was going on, she didn't want to deal with them
now it's.
"It looks like death, that
we can get to Gringotts earlier, than I thought, '" Harry said. Impression
a grin flashed through his mind.
Right around the corner, he caught up with Sirius. Slightly
panting, Harry grinned at him. "Sirius, hey. How
you think, if we hurry with our plan. You know, sneak
out and so on."
Sirius grinned. "What time are you
think?"
“As, now?” Harry suggested shrugging his shoulders.
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Sure, let me take
several-“
Harry was quick
observing Sirius's clothes. The worn band shirt reads 'Sex
Pistols', black jeans, and boots
butut. "Well, it's gonna work out like this" Harry said
without thinking twice, he gripped Sirius' arm and with a slight
death's help pulls him through the shadows.
They reappeared on a crowded street in Muggle
London. Harry immediately began to walk, following the mob and pulling the father
his baptism. Sirius gasps.
"What the fuck?" He said and with his hands
felt body. His head jerked to the left and right, quickly
scan that area. Then he turned towards Harry. Magic circling
superbly. Probably caused by panic, Harry guessed. "Think once
saying so, will not be enough," Sirius exclaimed, "So, what the fuck
Harry ?!” Sirius was almost hysterical and he looked around nervously.
"You know that I'm a wanted man!" he sizzled slowly, he,
"Muggle's still looking for me, not to mention the witch. And you choose to
bring me here, in the middle of all these people ?!" Sirius began
laughingly. Harry doesn't know, is that what happened? hysterical or because
ridiculousness situation. Maybe both. "And they said I was at risk
..." Sirius muttered, as he looked at the people carrying shopping bags
they were as they walked past them. Some people glanced at Harry
with curiosity.
"I think it's better if you go invisible to
right now" whispered Harry to Death. The black snake disappeared and
the creature in its familiar human form, started walking beside him.
Harry's gaze was fixed on him for a moment more. Suspectingly he
watching the creature.
He had the faint impression that Death did not look exactly
like him again. Of course they were still very similar but Death
it looks taller and a little older. Her hair is longer and she
much paler than Harry. It was as if he had changed his perspective
almost unwittingly to resemble something more unique and not a copy
from something else.
When Death says nothing, Harry returns to the
Sirius. "Hiding in the masses. You don't look like a ghost
what they showed you on television after you left Azkaban again. And
I think you want to shop."
"Shopping?" Sirius asked with
bemused. The magic seems rather calm.
“Yups. Shopping. When was the last time you could pick a dress
by yourself or items in general?” Harry said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Age," Sirius replied, "But I thought, I
just want to take a little walk on the streets - or do you have money, you know,
that's not a gold coin?“
"No," answered Harry, "But I am after all
must practice some summoning without a stick. So, if you can
tell me when you see the ATM, it'll be good."
"What about the trail? Inside" Sirius laughed
outraged, the talisman fidelius did not allow him to reveal
the location where Grimmauld was - "At the base there was something else. It's protected.
But here, out in the open? You've got a hearing sitting in
your neck and the Ministry will be watching over you. They might be soon
appear if you mess up. " The word 'and our key are both' implied.
Harry stopped. He's not really
thought about it. Most likely, he would be watched more closely than
someone else at the moment.
"It won't be
problem," Death
suddenly disturbing from the side. Harry looked at her in wonder. "You
dead," the creature simply states on the question
quietness. "No magic is placed on you before it survives
after you've been born again."
"Huh," is the only thing that can be said
Harrys. Apparently, he was free from the tracks. A development that
interesting and useful at the same time. Harry turned back to Sirius
looking at him questioningly. "The cup will not be
problem," he said.
"apparently?" Sirius asked but Harry
waving at him while they continued walking through the crowd. Momentary
then Sirius called out to him once more. "How does an ATM look
that?"
"It's a machine that takes money. Muggles use it, though,
for ..." Harry explained, but he stopped in the middle
sentences. "Don't bother, I found one."
Five minutes later, Sirius stared at the money that appeared in his hand
Harrys. Apparently the smaller the distance to the object he wanted to call, the,
the easier it is.
"Basically you just robbed a bank up front
witness," Sirius said, after he recovered from the first shock.
"What are you gonna do? Report me?" Harry
said and Sirius grinned.
"certain. Let me send a patronus with the message 'Hello, please,
is this the Auror Department? My name is Sirius Black, and I watched Harry
Potter robbed a Muggle bank," joked his godfather.
"I think
once they catch you, they will even be willing to listen.
Imagine the title: 'Harry Potter stole from innocent Muggles',
right after 'Black was chained - the ministry attacked again', "
harry replied with a grin.
"Yes," Sirius laughed as they continued walking on
streetlamps. "And Kingsley had to give an interview and explain
how he finally caught me."
"I'll bring you a paper clipping, after I buy
alone with my stolen money" Harry said with a grin.
The next hour, they walked through the streets and
Harry watched as Sirius relaxed. They took
some clothes for Sirius that he shrunk down to a size that could be set to
transportation is easier and eventually, they end up buying
a few ice cream cones and stop to sit on a bench.
Harry had stopped chatting with Death for some time
previously, because Sirius paled every time he started talking to
invisible beings or responding to comments made by Death, which are not
it can be realized by Sirius.
At this moment the creature wrapped around Harry's neck in the form of
his snake, which strangely seemed to somewhat appease his Sirius. According to him,
knowing the existence of the creature, a relief because no longer worried can be
'meet him' by accident.
Harry refrained from mentioning that there was nothing
never experienced Death and that his presence was an easy way
to get around, as the crowd almost automatically parted in front
them. But for the sake of Sirius, he gave up on that advantage and instead
feel comfortable with the burden around his shoulders, even if his godfather
not really agreeing. After they sat down on the bench, Sirius
provide a privacy mantra, which allows them to talk to
freer.
“Can you eat chocolate, I mean with your animagus be
a dog?” Harry asked curiously after a while
watching his godfather eat his ice cream.
"Hm?" Sirius looked up from his cones to
Harrys. "Oh yes, as long as I'm in human form. I've eaten
a chocolate bar like a dog. I told you, it's not funny even if your father and
Remus thought so. I have to listen to their jokes for a long time
weeks, even after the whole ordeal. "
Harry grinned. As soon as they both finished the ice
their cream, Harry, finds that it's time to do what he
at first it was in his mind. He turned to his godfather.
"I think we should go to Gringotts now," suggested
Harrys. Death crept down, over his thighs.
The gringotts? Sirius asked, "There you want
go?” Harry nodded. "Do we have any plans for incognito
me?” his godfather asked further.
“I don't know,” said Harry honestly. “The goblins are very
be careful and we have enough gold to ensure confidentiality
them. As long as they remain neutral, we don't have to worry. But
the question is, how do you get past the witches. ”
“I can go like a dog,” Sirius said.
"Yes, but you have to reveal yourself in front of the
goblins. Voldemort probably knew that you were an animagus. Exists
the possibility of a Death Eater seeing you and hinting that you
being in London. It was your decision at the end, but I don't have any ideas either
better now. "
“Well, a good plan is always a little risky,” Sirius said
grinning. He looked much younger than the few days he had
then.
"Why are we waiting?" Ask Harry. Sirius's Eye
watch the people around them. Thanks to its charm there is no
watching them. He stood up and turned into a giant black dog,
very similar to Deaths' first undercover attempt. He barked once
put his finger in Sirius' feather. It was a Death's clue to
pulling them through the shadows.
They reappear in a dark alley, which Harry soon recognizes
as a rarely used link between Knockturn Alley and Diagon
Alleys. He looked at Sirius who met his gaze and once
licking muzzle.
"I think the best way to do that is, if
You followed me within a certain distance. This is the first time I will
seen in public after things that happened last summer during
tournaments. I think people will see him staring, so a dog in the
behind me won't attract much attention. " The black dog
tilting his head and wagging his tail. "I assume that
as yes," said Harry. She's a little bit fiddling with her hair, so
it did not cover the bolt scar on his forehead until he was satisfied. "alright.
Let's go."
Almost as soon as Harry stepped into Diagon Alley, he
heeded and whispers filled the air.
"... Harry Potter -“
"- Dumbledore -"
"you-know-who's back"
"Omong is empty, I know ..."
"-Did you see it? Did you see the snake
that?"
"the next-lord of darkness ..."
From the corner of his eye, Harry saw Sirius sneaking out of the alley
narrow and then to not draw any further attention, he started heading
Gringotts.
Harry walked past all the spectators, his head held up
high while Sirius followed him within a certain distance. As is
had he predicted, those people were too curious to notice
a dog and started gawking at Harry.
The Prophet did a good job of pulling it
through the ground during the summer, but now this is only in his favor.
Harry just made a scary grin that he had seen in the
death's face was more than once and looked at the people who looked too
longtime.
The men froze like deer in front of the headlights, a
the achievements Harry had to achieve were filled with satisfaction that did not come in
wit.
They reach Gringotts with no problems, and if someone
seeing a giant dog enter the bank, they did not mention it.
The entrance hall is impressive as always. And the
goblins did not shower him with accusatory gazes like they did
in the future, that may be because the ceiling is still intact.
He is not yet famous for breaking into Gringotts and
escape with the dragon's back that can only help him in
it has to do with goblins.
Some witch and witch talked to the witches
the banker looked scary, but no one had noticed yet
them. They were discovered by a goblin, who had just checked
golden trunk. He quickly told the fellow next to him with
swallow, who stand up and approach them.
"Mr Potter," he greets Harry when he comes to
standing in front of him, about one head taller than Kreacher by
taper ears and sneaky sparks in his black, like eyes
beads. "I didn't realize you had a dog" she said
adding with a sharp gaze to Sirius, his fingers were long and
decorated with moving rings.
"He's more like a guest, than a pet,"
harry replied and bowed slightly, glad that Death was hiding behind
his shirt.
"Ah, these things are better talked about on the spot
else," said the goblin, everything was like business now and turned around, he said,
"Follow me" he growled over his shoulder.
They crossed the large entrance hall, entered the passageway and
then walk through the heavy door, which falls when the goblin
lead them to snap their fingers.
"Sit down" he said and pointed to the two seats in front
a heavy wooden writing desk, which - although appropriate for its size -
elevated above marble platform to make it face to face or
maybe even a little higher than the customer. That place
packed with parchment piles, magnifying glass in various sizes,
scales with matching weights, candle holders, various ink containers with
different colors, and some quill pens.
Harry sat down to hear the offer, but Sirius remained
next to the closed wooden door.
The room was mostly filled with tall wooden drawers
dark and heavy table, which will give a little atmosphere
suffocating for every inhabitant, if not for the ornate chandelier
the gem, which radiates a glittering light into each
surface. The only wall without shelves is the wall on the other side
tabletop. At least fifty threads were hanging there, disappearing through
small holes near the ceiling.
"My name is Gornok" the goblin introduced himself
as soon as he sat down. "Now Mr. Potter, I know your name,
but your guests ... I guess that's the guy you mentioned in the letter
You?"
“True,” Harry
justifying and looking at his godfather. Harry hasn't told the
goblins were who Sirius was, but he had mentioned the possibility of there being people
others accompanied him. Someone whose identity will not be disclosed
to others, they must go with it. Back to the goblins, Harry
he said, "I can rely on your wisdom, right? If the identity
... My friend revealed, it'll put
we're both in an awkward position."
"We are
trade gold, Mr. Potter. Not secret. I can assure you, that
your friend's identity is none of our business."
Harry stared at the goblin for a while before he
turned to look at his godfather, who was guided and changed
back to his human form.
"Sirius
Black," Sirius said and greeted the goblin with a bow - like Harry
- in the way of perfect pure blood. It is very contrasted with
his appearance, with his old Sex Pistols' shirt and
worn jeans pants.
"Ah yes," the goblin admitted it after a while
he's not talking. It was the only sign of surprise that he
show it. "Sit down Mr. Black" said Gornok in a tone
professional and Sirius sat down next to Harry. The goblin folded
her hands. "Sir. Potter, you approached us because you wanted to
claim your title as a noble? ”
“Ya,” said Harry.
“The request is rare now,” replied Gornok and
he opened the paper on his desk. “It's not a habit anymore, like it used to be. Ah
here, "he said and then pulled the parchment scroll from
the pile." Since you are not old enough, the problem becomes a little more
intricately. It is explicitly stated that the title of divinity can only be claimed
by someone of age. "
A moment of silence followed and Harry noticed that Sirius
gave him a doubtful look. Sirius was about to speak, when Gornok
proceeding. “However, since you are the only Potter left, circumstances
be a little different. The law of the gods is old. That was the term
'age' doesn't just mean a witch who has reached the age of seventeen.
Consider these circumstances ... ”Gornok plunged down the table and took out
silver box from the drawer and put it on the table. "As head of the house
You - in that term - are officially treated as an adult and
therefore, you can claim the title. Congratulations.” Gornok smiled broadly, though,
he showed Harry his sharp teeth.
Through the entire monologue, Sirius' expression had shifted from
worried, surprised, and now he grinned at Harry like
mad man. Again Harry was reminded of the fact that Sirius
it has to do with Bellatrix. Who else but Black would
treating him is still largely the same, having learned that Harry
indeed the master of Death is very real.
"If you want to sign here with your full name
You," said Gornok and pointed to the empty space on the parchment. Whole
the document was covered with names, written in dark brown ink sometimes
almost black. And every one of those documents is a Potter.
With his long claw-like fingers, Gornok opened
silvery box and take out the quill pen. It was pitch-black.
“Blood pen?” Sirius asked with furrowed brows.The goblin
stared at him.
“This is to ensure the validity of the document,” him
explain it sharply. Looking over to Harry, he added, “Except if you
not really Harry Potter, there should be no magical counterattack.” Him
looking towards Harry - with what should have been possible.a grin
threatening - but compared to Death, this is nothing. Harry
reflecting that expression, it smirked back at the somewhat pale goblin.
Harry noticed that even Sirius was shivering. And times
this was not because of the creature disguised as a snake. Harry took the pen
the fur from Gornok's hand.
"Then I don't have to worry" said Harry
sweet and restrained her own magic that threatened to spill from her skin.
The tension in the room faded noticeably.
When Harry signed it, his hand fell for a moment, but
no visible wounds. As soon as the last letter of his name was written,
Harry felt an old magic sweep over him.
“Now, Mr. Potter,” Gornok called him and took out
other things from the drawer. It was a silver ring. ”This ring is stored in the closet
iron you and show Your Majesty. Usually expected to be worn
once the Lord claimed his title, but this was the past. These days, these days,
it is up to the owner. " Just reached out to
take the offered ring, check it out. There's something on it
the engraved one, which Harry thought was once a family crest
Potter. He pushed it against his finger and the band seemed to adjust
magically.
He then looked at the goblin in front of him once
any more. "My godfather also wants to get his title" said
Harrys. The goblin bowed on the table and looked at Sirius.
"Is that so?" Gornok growled and hummed while
think.
“Yes,” said Sirius and looked into the goblin's eyes.
"Mk." Gornok nodded and wrote
something's. “This may take a day or two. We will
inscribing you, as soon as the preparations are done, "he said and now
he almost sounded bored." Is there anything else I can do
for You? "
"There's one more thing" said Harry. "I also want to
claim Peverell's title."
“Peverell? "The goblins repeat slowly. Now
his interest seems to be increasing." Well, there's no official heirs left, either,
as we know. You can claim their title, as long as you can
prove that you have the right to do so. "
“Daughter of Ignotus Peverell, Iolanthe, married to
Hardwin Potter, who is my ancestor,” said Harry and Death move
for the first time since they entered Gringotts. He's creeping up
harry's shoulder. If he didn't know better, Harry could guess that
Death is sleeping. The goblin just stared at the snake with a small gaze.
"Simple legacy tests will definitely free us from
all doubts," said Gornok. He opened a drawer at the bottom of his desk
with a small key. Harry could hear the clink of glass and then goblins
take out a bottle no larger than a finger. There is liquid inside
which reminds Harry of Dumbledore's pensive. "If you are so
fine," said the goblin and extended his hand. Harry looked at her
bewildered. "I need blood" Gornok added to his stare
wondering. .
"Oh." Harry stretched out his arm. Grubby
using a blood quill pen to slice Harry's finger, press the bottle into
his wound. He let go of Harry's hand, when his blood had dyed
the liquid became bright pink.
"Excuse me for a moment" he announced and walked over
through a small door, which Harry hadn't even noticed until now.
"That's a charm, similar to the one my family used on
the tapestry in the living room," Sirius explained out of nowhere and he
leaning back in his chair, stretching his legs. "Newborn baby appears
miraculously in a black rug. Of course the inheritance test is much simpler because
You actually have someone's blood, but the principle is the same. This
show your ancestors, but the blood can only be used on the surface
the enchanted. That's the tricky part. I think they have parchment rolls
special somewhere, "Sirius ends. Harry, who was listening
curiously nodded but the movement of the black snake on his shoulder was interesting
his attention.
"You really can
do something else if you want," Harry hissed in
parseltongtails. The voice caused Sirius to stare at him, but he paled
when he realized who Harry was talking to.
Meanwhile, the,
Death says nothing, but curls up tighter around
Harrys. “What a miracle you don't get bored,” Harry
continue after a while, “Because of me,
kinda. All time cleaning at Grimmauld Place ... I thought we were
I have to visit Voldemort someday. This could be fun. ”
At that time, Death
it comes in human form. He grinned furiously. “I
want it,” said Death and he moved past Sirius,
which shivers great.
Harry grinned. “You like to tease her,” she observes,
when he saw Death interacting with his godfather.
Sirius looked at Harry half-offended
terrified. His eyes search for Death and Harry suddenly remembers that
his godfather only heard half of the conversation.
“I may,” Death admits with
shrug your shoulders and move closer. Harry's eyes looked at the creature, which
still grinning. “He's the only one, who knows
about me. I can kill him, if we don't need him anymore.
I know you're curious, "said Death.
Harry felt the sensation of hunting echo in his mind
by oneself. And Death is right. He was curious and he wanted to know how
it was like killing someone as the Master of Death.
He has killed
the Auror. Not often, only in cases where it is
absolutely necessary. That time could be allowed.
In the beginning there was
many Death Eaters have fled. In his apathy, it is not
difficult. The use of murder curses has been legal for a year or two
years after the battle, to 'clean the world of
the shit that stained the witches' community like that
the Auror Chief.
The ministry seems to,
always a little messed up. But Harry has to admit that he didn't
really had room to talk, considering he was just imagining
Death tore Sirius apart and did not cringe at the image. That
it was a rather unnatural curiosity that was slowly spreading in his mind,
causes him to wonder about if and how ideas
these.
Something's wrong with him.
He had known for some time that some personality
Death - especially a lack of morals and empathy - has begun to flow into him and his
it's not hard to know that it's the same as the creature's emotions.
Just hope it works the other way around, because at this point, it's,
Harry had a hard time telling whether it was Death or he who wanted to kill.
Objectively it is a terrible realization, yet
when Harry looked at Sirius, he could only think of how lucky he was
godfather because he loved her. When his gaze was fixed on
Sirius, he felt a second layer of emotion - not his own - but
the echo of what he felt himself.
“Perhaps curious,” Harry repeated his thoughts out loud,
“But I don't think we'll be too happy with that solution.” Smirk
Harry looked at Death, who tilted his head as it was called
that's.
Moreover, killing someone just for the sake of it and above,
someone in his immediate neighborhood is really stupid.
And Dumbledore was a way to suspect his own good.
Meanwhile Sirius followed their conversation with a frown
and even though he could only hear half of it, that seemed to be enough
to make him worry.
"He's fine
just,"
death Word
with a quick glance at Sirius and a small shrug. A movement, a movement,
what Harry noticed interestingly, Death must have just happened
quite recently. Maybe he wasn't too far away with his guess that he was
impact on Death, like the creatures that influence it.
Death stopped behind Harry. "We
can wait," she cried in a voice that did not
humane and after a while, his fingers found their way to the hair
Harrys.
A pleasant tingle spread across Harry's back and him
sighing when touched. He suddenly noticed Sirius, who was watching him
with a strange look. Harry awkwardly cleared his throat while Death
smirked.
Overall, they waited for fifteen minutes
until Gornok reappears. "It seems like everything you say
yes, Lord Potter" he said. "Because there is no condition to
claiming the Peverell family title, you are now also officially a Master
and the head of the Peverell family."
"alright. I think this is it" Harry announced and
it was about to stand up when the goblins cut it off.
"Not so fast. Of course you know that claiming
God has a price" said Gornok. "In addition there is a test
heritage, that's 10 galleons. But as Potter, this shouldn't be
trouble, right?" Gornok said and he smirked cunningly.
The muscles in Sirius' jaw surged while Harry's eyes narrowed
dangerous. Goblins are right, money is not a problem, but Harry is not
I like the way Gornok sounds.
"I will bear the cost" Harry ordered,
"Take everything out of my vault and double it. I don't need to
repeating, that this must be handled in complete secrecy." Harry
leaning forward and staring at the goblin and he felt a grin
Deaths are next to him. The creature seems to be taking this whole affair into account
comically. Gornok took a step back as Harry's magic spilled, his aura expanding
around him like a poisonous mist. "I paid my debt. That
sure," Harry sizzled. And as he stared at the goblin, he really
feeling a part of him that comes from Death. "But
don't try to trick me. You won't make it."
With that, he turned around and left, Sirius followed him, already
it shifted back to its animal form.
