The blood dropped into the page of parchment. Three drops just like the goblin directed. My thumb mended itself as it the cut wasn't there. Magic is amazing and I can't wait to learn about it, but if I want peace when doing so I need freedom of the machinations of Dumbledore and hopefully separate myself from the mold of the Gryffindor golden boy.

Putting down the knife I realize I missed the reaction the parchment had to my blood. Silver Claw had picked it up and began to read.

"Harrison James Potter. Age 10. Heir to the houses Potter, Gryffindor, and Peverell by blood. Heir to houses Slytherin and Gaunt by conquest. Heir to house Ravenclaw by magic.

Okay, that's three more names than I thought would be there. I figured Slytherin, Gaunt, and Peverell would be there aside from my own of Potter, but not Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. The goblin's brow crinkles looking up from the parchment and at me.

"Mr. Potter, it's is good you came to the bank. We have attempted to get in contact with you for several years by owl."

"That is news to me. I personally have received no notices from Gringotts by owl or otherwise." Silver Claw growled slightly at my answer, before reading more of the parchment. "I would like to claim my titles, how would I go about it? Also, how did I become heir by magic to Ravenclaw?"

"It is a rather simple thing for you to do Mr. Potter. Especially easy for one as yourself. You are heir to six houses, as the last in your bloodline of the Potter house alone would be enough to get your lord ring let alone three others fall under the same practice. Those being Ravenclaw, Peverell, and Slytherin. As for you being an heir by magic, several things could be the reason behind this. It is one of the reasons we have been trying to get in contact with you for several years."

"Right, I wish to obtain my titles immediately. If I am to protect myself it is the most logical thing I could do. Is there anything that happened after my parents death in 1981 that was put in place by my magical guardian?"

"Yes, there is a betrothal contract between a Harry J. Potter and Ginevra M. Weasley. It was signed by your magical guardian Albus P. W. B. Dumbledore and Molly L. Weasley, in November of 1981."

"Really now? Don't know who Harry is. My name is Harrison."

Silver Claw's smile at my words was nothing short of dangerously gleeful. "Indeed, I will get the Potter account manager and bring him here. I wish you victory in your battles and for your wealth to continue building Lord Potter." He said with a bow.

"My thanks, Silver Claw. May your enemies never know peace and their gold become yours." I say with a nod of my head.

Silver Claw left me in the meeting room with my thoughts. It's good that what I assumed to be true isn't too far off the mark. I wasn't left alone for too long only a few minutes. I rose from my seat upon the entrance of a older goblin carrying a breifcase. Who moved and sat down in the chair across from me and nodded.

"Please have a seat Lord Potter. We have much to get done and little time to do it." I sit back down as the case is heaved onto the table and opened up. Several things were pulled from it. Namely three small boxes that likely held rings, a few stacks of parchment and ornate dagger. Geez, goblins really have a thing for really fancy knives. Finally, a small bowl is set next to the blade. "First, put seven drops of blood in this bowl. Should the boxes on the table open up you are allowed to take on the Lordships of the houses now. Should they remain closed then you have not been recognized as the appropriate age to aquire them."

I pick up the knife and observe it for a moment. "Might I get the name of the goblin who has kept my accounts in immaculate order?"

"Sharpaxe."

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"You have my gratitude Sharpaxe. Might you be willing to take up any further accounts that come up should they fall under my name?" I shift my gaze from the dagger to Sharpaxe as I prick my thumb once again. I swear I could feel the satisfaction of Sharpaxe when he nodded.

I have little doubt the boxes will remain closed. Technically, if we go by how long I lived in my past life and now in this one for five additional years then spiritually I'm nearly thirty even if I'm in the body of a almost ten soon to be eleven year old. Seven drops of blood and I was proven correct. The three boxes popped open once the seventh drop of blood hit the bowl. Each of the rings had a immaculate coat of arms and differed in color. Ravenclaw's ring sported a small bronze Eagle just like the Hogwarts house, the rest of it was a lovely satin blue. Slytherin's displayed a jade Basilisk with a single small yellow jewel where it's eye is, the rest was a sterling silver. The Potter ring had a scarlet lion on a silver shield, the band is gold.

"The three of them have accepted you. Place each of them on your right ring finger. Magic will do the rest."

I pick up each ring and slide them on. The Slytherin and Ravenclaw rings seem to be absorbed by the Potter ring. Narrowing my gaze on the ring and concentrating for a moment the ring shifts to that of Ravenclaw's then to Slytherin's and back to the Potter ring. I can display any of the three when necessary. That's pretty neat.

"Is there a specific title you'd like Gringotts to call you now that you have obtained your Lordships?"

"Will what I'm called matter?"

"No, not in the slightest. It will only determine what we will address you as in our letters and while here in Gringotts."

I could get some really petty revenge on Dumbledore by scaring the pants off of him by requesting to be called Lord Slytherin. The thought makes me chuckle but I won't be so childish.

"I believe being referred to as Lord Ravenclaw while here at the bank, business ventures, and in our further correspondence would be for the best. It will keep things hidden for the most part."

"Of course Lord Ravenclaw. Now, I assume you'd like to know what vaults belong to you now?" I nod my head rubbing my fingers over my ring. "First is your trust vault 687 it has been set aside for you to pay for your Hogwarts education and anything you may need before reaching maturity. However due to you being lord of your house the purpose for the vault is moot. Vault Slytherin is vault 49, Ravenclaw's is vault 42, Gryffindor's is vault 35, Potter vault is number 77, Gaunt vault is number 70."

"I can access each of those vaults and remove what's in them to another?"

"Yes."

"Tell me Sharpaxe, has anyone accessed or attempted to access any of my vaults for any reason since my parents passing in 81?"

Some rustling of parchment and I had my answer. Albus too many fucking names Dumbledore has been emptying my trust vault of its contents each time it's been filled each year and as of right now it is empty to be refilled on my birthday. A total of forty-five thousand Galleons. That's the equivalent of two hundred twenty-one thousand eight hundred and fifty GBP. In America that's nearly a third of a million USD.

"That son of a bitch!" I slam my fist on the table. I know that this money doesn't really put anything close to a dent in what I have now but that old man is going to pay in blood for each coin. It seems Sharpaxe is a livid as I am. I could only guess as to what he's saying in gobbledegook but it's likely filled with creative swear words.

"Where did the money go?"

"It was placed in a fund for something called Order of the Phoenix."

So, not only did you steal money from me, you have the audacity to make it so I pay for the so called 'fight' against Voldemort whose creation is completely your fault Dumbledore. Very well, let's flip the board. I know much about this world's lore and what has happened. I suppose feeding the media sharks to tear at the reputation of Dumbledore is the first step. His relationship with Grindelwald the dark Lord before Voldemort would be a good start. According to the records of businesses, I own thirty-five percent of the Daily Prophet, sleek easies hair tonic and several other things that continue to make me money based on patents and that's just from the Potter house. I'm going to bring down the hammer of pain right on Dumbledore's head. There won't be a way to bring back Riddle if I destroy each Horcrux.

"Sharpaxe... Do you know of Horcrux?"

A look of surprise that crossed the goblin's face before he nodded. "I do Lord Ravenclaw."

"I believe I have a soul shard of Voldemort in my scar. I want it removed. Would goblin magic be capable of removing it?"

"Our healers would be capable of this yes. Such a treatment would require a heafty fee."

"Good, I want it done as soon as possible. Also get me a pouch that is linked to my vaults so I can withdraw money without coming to the bank that will be keyed to my blood to prevent theft. I assume it will take time to get things in order so I want to visit the Slytherin vault to make a withdrawal. I need money to rent a room for the time being. I'll be staying here in Diagon alley for the time being in the Leaky Cauldron. I'm sure old Tom Abbott has a few rooms open."