He went to one of the lines and waited his turn. He kept looking around and noting everything. This was all new to him after all. He did realize that the goblins were curt and snarly and wondered if this was just how they were or was it because they were working the graveyard shift. When the teen was finally called forward, he almost skipped to the teller. He held up his key, smiled and said, "I'd like to see what vaults I own. You see, I've had a bit to a bother and my memory has gone walkabout," he explained cheerfully.
The goblin took the key and examined it, when he recognized who it belonged to he handed it back. "Well," the surly goblin snarled, tapping his gnarled finger on the countertop, "we can do this one of two ways. You can let us do a blood test, or come back in a week, giving us time to look through our archives." He fully expected the teen to say the latter. Most wizards enjoyed making the goblins do it the hard way. Lazy, untrustworthy bastards. It wasn't like his people could do anything with their precious blood. Well, not that they would tell about anyway.
"I'll do the blood test," our hero offered quickly, not wanting to waste his or their time.
"Very well. Snarlfist!" the still unnamed goblin shouted.
"You bellowed," came the deadpanned response from right next to Harry, making him jump in surprise.
"Take this human to do a blood test," the teller growled, pointing at a door in the back.
"Come with me, human," Snarlfist said as he turned and walked away.
"Sure thing, goblin," Harry snapped, put out that they didn't even introduce themselves. Then he remembered Luna's lecture to Hermione about putting human values on other creatures. So he shrugged and followed the shorter creature.
"You would do well not to anger us," Snarlfist stated firmly.
"And you would do well to be polite," the messy-haired boy said just as firmly.
"Just get in here," the little being growled as he yanked open the door the teller had pointed to.
On the other side of the door, was a little room with a waist high table that had a stone bowl and plain silver knife on it. That was all; the rest of the room was bare.
"Well, this is homey," Harry said, looking around at the marble walls and stone floor.
"What did you expect? Tea and biscuits? It is a simple blood test. You prick your finger, the results show and you're done," the goblin said with an impatient wave of his hands.
"Right, I just put some blood in the bowl and Bob's your uncle?"
"Yes. Only a few drops."
"Okay," Harry said as he went to the small table, took the knife and made a tiny cut on his thumb. He let a few drops of blood fall into the bowl, making sure to think the dagger clean. He had no clue as to who these guys are, but in many books blood could be used to curse you. When he was done, the potion in the bowl turned red and three vault numbers appeared above it.
"You have three vaults," Snarlfist stated redundantly.
"Thanks," the human said with a roll of his eyes. "How do I access them?" he noted that two were under Potter and the other one was Evans. 'I wonder if that's Mum's name,' he thought.
"First we have to find out why you have three vaults, when you should only have access to one." The goblin rubbed his bearded chin in confusion.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked with a tilt of his head.
"I mean, you are about fourteen years of age, and should only be allowed in your trust vault. This," he waved his long, thin hand at the numbers, "also shows your family vault and your mother's."
"Oh, well I was falsely entered into a tournament that is for of age people. Could that be it? Even though I'm told I didn't put my name in?" he asked, thinking of all the things he could do if this were true. Though with his limited memory and only secondhand recounts, his information was minimal. Though, he was glad to now know he knew his mum's maiden name.
"Yes, if magic thinks you are old enough to die for the masses, then it might be as you say." Snarlfist nodded his head knowingly. "You will have to talk to an attorney to make sure, but it is plausible." He then shrugged his shoulder, it wasn't his duty to understand the ways of humans.
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