Sirius knows that many of the newer pureblood families, and especially the halfbloods and muggleborns, are more squeamish about using blood for rituals and such, but it's how he was raised. "He will need to come in," the goblin says. And lastly, I need you to open access to Black Manor to Harry Potter." "A thousand galleons, I'd say, and inform me if it reaches below 100 galleons. Start it with." He taps a finger on the desk. "Next, I want to set up a trust vault for Harry James Potter, for him to be able to access immediately. If only Remus had had fewer scruples, he would have used it anyway, just to get back to Sirius, but it's hardly a shock that he didn't. Though Sirius supposes he can't be that surprised, given that Remus thought that he was a traitor. "The yearly deposits of five hundred galleons did occur without fail, though the vault has not been accessed since it was established."ĭamn it, Remus. Everything in it is written in the same runic language as the blood confirmation, or so it appears. The goblin turns around and pulls a massive book from the shelf behind him, leafing through it with quick fingers. I want to know if those deposits have been happening and whether the vault has ever been accessed." "I have a vault set up for Remus Lupin which should have automatic yearly deposits from my main personal vault. What information would you like to confirm about which vault?" "First," Sirius says, "there's a vault I want to check on and another I want to set up." After a thorough examination of it, he nods. The goblin slides the paper back towards himself with a single long-nailed finger, peering at it intently. Some sort of goblin rune, he thinks, but he doesn't particularly care. He slides a piece of paper and a knife across the desk towards Sirius Sirius cuts into his thumb, smearing the blood against the paper it sinks in and turns black, then flares out into a mark that Sirius can't read. Sirius recognizes him, vaguely, but the memory is tangled in the way so many memories from before Azkaban are. He's shown directly to an office, where a different goblin is sitting behind a high desk. The goblin bares his teeth at him, then gestures for Sirius to walk past the desk. "Lost," Sirius says, because it's somewhere in Grimmauld Place, but he has no interest in looking for it. The goblins watch him as he walks in, and when he reaches the desk he says, "I wish to speak to the Black account manager." He goes to Gringotts first, not only because he has no money but also because he has some things to sort. Given his choice, he would never step foot in that place again, but the Order still needs it for their headquarters, and so he still needs to go there as well. Nobody curses him, nobody curses at him, and there are eyes, yes, eyes that follow him, but he will take that over the walls of Grimmauld Place that were once his prison and have been again. That isn't the great battles, the great victories.īut regardless, nobody spits on Sirius when he steps into Diagon Alley. Or perhaps it had had just as much deceit, but that's just not the part of war that people speak about. But even that war had less deceit than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's war. If he had demanded a different sort of loyalty. Not that there haven't been wizarding wards before-he knows all about Grindelwald, a man who his parents would have fought for if he had been British, perhaps.
The Goblin Wars, in every iteration, not wizards fighting against wizards. There's too much pureblood in him, he thinks, because he learned of wars, at home, at Grimmauld Place, wars that his ancestors had fought in, true wars, honorable wars. It was a war of secrets and lies, and that's no true war. Nobody understood that war, he thinks, other than perhaps Dumbledore. He's been a supposed mass murderer for nearly all of his adult life-and how bizarre is that, that he's a true adult, not whatever he was when he was of-age but only just, fighting in a war he realizes now he didn't understand.
NOBODY EXPECTS A WIZARDS IMPOSITION FREE
The first time Sirius goes outside as a free man, he half-expects to be accosted, either by a Dementor or by some well-meaning parent who still thinks he's a mass murderer.
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