"There are various heirlooms, books, precious gems, and some magical artefacts in the Potter vault. I will provide you a list in the week if you wish." As she nodded in approval, Grimjaw added "though their number has severely diminished in the few years your father was acting lord of this House. There are also a certain number of objects that went missing after the house at Godric's Hollow was torched, including a rare Pensieve and an Invisibility Cloak of great value. But in your trust vault, there is only money and a few school books. Very few of your family's other financial assets survived. You still own 5% of a joke shop named Zonko's, 4% of the license exploitation of the famous drink Butterbeer and 3% in a French clothes shop named Capes d'excellence which is located in France."
At her interrogating look, the goblin continued. "I can only make speculations, but I believe your parents put everything of value in their main vault, as it was the only one the Ministry and ourselves couldn't access due to the protections needing Potter blood to be deactivated. Your trust vault was only supposed to be pocket money, according to your mother's wishes."
Alexandra stayed silent longer this time, trying to absorb all this information.
"Are there anything more I should know?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so." This time the goblin sounded sincerely amused. "Your role in politics."
Alexandra emitted a sound between a groan and a lamentation.
"With the Lord of your House currently in prison and his title voted invalid by the Wizengamot, you as Heiress and last member of your House will have to take a more active role in politics than a child of your age should have needed. As soon as you are 15 or you manage to achieve four OWLS in the Wizarding exams of your school, you will have to attend the Wizengamot and the other courts where your presence is required, as well as other key events. You could of course still delay attendance until your majority at 17, but you would have to choose someone as proxy, and the Wizengamot would have to accept it. For now, your Magical Guardian is acting as your proxy by default for the courts."
"And who is he?" Alexandra asked with the painful feeling she wasn't going to like the answer at all.
"Why, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts."
"Has he the right to do this?" she asked.
"Sadly, yes. Usually, your Magical Guardian would be your father. He's not in any position to do it. Your mother would come next but she's dead. As there are no magical relatives bearing the name Potter, or close enough to be considered, your godfather and godmother would be the next best choices." Grimjaw then sighed. "Alas, your godfather Sirius Black officially broke his godfather vows the night your father was imprisoned. Your godmother, Alice Longbottom, is dead too. In that situation, the proxy would go to the Minister of Magic or the Chief Warlock, the latter being Albus Dumbledore himself."
"Is it not a conflict of interests?" she asked, reminded of Vernon Dursley ranting about some issues on the Parliament of London.
"In the Muggle world -" he stopped at her confused look "- our name for the non-magical world. In the Muggle world, perhaps. But the wizard laws are very different from there."
"I am so going to study this month," she whispered.
"Don't look so scared, Heiress Potter!" The goblin was outright grinning now. "Your parents left you no blood feuds, no betrothals, no marriage contracts..." He trailed off at the end.
"Apart from a dreadful reputation, you mean?" She replied sarcastically.
"Apart from that," agreed the goblin.
Grimjaw then reached into his desk, and pulled out a box, which looked like it had been made in gold. Opening the box, it revealed two rings. The box was then pushed across the desk so Alexandra could see them.
One was silver, while the other was gold, but apart from that they looked identical. Both had a dragon and a sword intertwined with a circle around them, and both pulsed light and magic so powerfully she could feel it only by looking
"Heiress Potter, the silver ring on your left is the Potter heiress ring. When you reach the age or seventeen or when you father dies, whichever comes first, it will change itself into a new ring. The ring in question will be unique, just like it is with every Lord and Lady of the Magical World. No one besides you can wear the ring; anyone else will die in a very painful agony if they try. Only your heirs and successors will ever be able to wear the ring. To claim officially your heritage has a Potter, you only have to put the ring on." Grimjaw explained, pushing the plain silver ring forward.
"And the gold one?" She asked, taking the warm silver ring in her hands.
"For your consort, lover your husband or whatever you call your future male partner. No one else but the man you chose will be able to do so."
"Why does it look like there are bloodstains on it?" She asked, noticing the detail.
"When the Wizengamot sent your father to Azkaban, he refused to leave the ring in another's possession, screaming no one would be Lord Potter but him," sighed the old goblin. "The Ministry's executioner removed three of his fingers and gave us back the ring as per the conventions. Under the circumstances," his voice turned predatory after that. "I didn't bother to clean it."
Now frankly ill-at ease, Alexandra placed the ring on her left middle-finger. She could rapidly feel a very small tingling and a small pulse. The ring glowed and then faded. She had been accepted as the Potter family heiress.
"I was expecting something more... spectacular," she remarked.
"That is only for your ascension as a lady, I'm afraid. Although, it is more painful as well."