He passed through the revealing waterfall, then suddenly dropped in almost a vertical direction, making him hold the minecart tighter.
The goblin, of course, enjoyed his reaction, even if Allen tried to not show it and give him the satisfaction of scaring a wizard. He didn't know how the cart would react if he used magic, so he was holding onto it for dear life with only his strength and nothing more. It honestly scared him, he didn't really like rollercoasters in his previous life, and this one is no better, you could say that it's worse since if he falls down, it's certain death to a dragon's mouth.
After the goblin had confirmed his identity as the child of his parents, they passed through behind warded doors, leading up to the minecart, in which they were right now.
Apparently, his parents decided to keep the vaults away from each other, for what, he didn't know. The only way for him to know would be to check what's inside each of them.
They were currently going to his father's vault, the 'closest' one since it only takes fifteen minutes to reach it.
Allen hoped the next two vaults wouldn't be as 'close' otherwise he would spend the whole day here.
As the goblin walked towards the vault, his steps resonated around the cavern. There wasn't any silence, but the few noises that Allen could hear were indistinguishable to him.He hoped one of them wasn't from the dragon.
When the door opened, the goblin took a few steps back, and made a body movement to show Allen that he was free to enter, he nodded and walked inside the vault.
He didn't expect much of course, and it was a good thing, since there weren't any gold, or anything valuable, just a few bookshelves filled with books, enchanted clothes and other utilities, Allen wondered why his father would put all of this here in a bank's vault, instead of somewhere else.
Then, in the middle of it all, he saw a distortion, it moved irregularly with a venomous green light. It dawned on to him, this was a ward, different from all the previous ones he had seen. When he stopped using his eyes, turning back to a brown colour, the distortion disappeared as if it was never there, and when he tried to walk towards it, something in the back of his mind repeatedly bombarded him to go another way.
He pushed his magic forward, turning his eyes green with a small light in them. The distortion appeared again right before him, pushing him back a little bit, the banging in his head telling him to go another way stopped.
In all honesty, Allen wanted to leave and not come back, but curiosity won him over anything else.
Almost as if they were in a staring match, Allen continued to look at the bizarre ward but the more he looked at it, the more it went crazy, or at least it looked like that to him.
Then, as if the ward could hear his thoughts it went crazy, shooting the magic that was used to build them up, Allen took cover behind one of the bookshelves. He stopped looking at them since he had to find a place to hide, and that's when the ward calmed down again.
'Are my eyes… messing with the ward?'
He couldn't believe it since his eyes never did anything to Hogwarts' wards, but he didn't try to use them against smaller ones.
Taking a big breath, he shot out of his hiding place and looked again at the small dome of wards, this time, he took his wand out, holding it in his left hand, while keeping the right one free.
The wards began to shake violently again, shooting the magic beams one more time, but Allen was prepared, he casted the shield charm to protect him from incoming beams with his right hand and with his left hand he diverted the ones he considered too dangerous to met with his shield, all the while looking at the dome of wards.
Of course he was sorry for the state the vault would end up in, but why would his father leave something like this if he didn't want him to fight against it, unless he wanted to kill him, but that seemed unlikely.
He tried to redirect the beams towards the ceiling of the vault, so at least the objects his father left behind would be intact. Alas, this was his first time casting two different kinds of magic besides the summoning of the four elements he did as a child, so he couldn't control the output of where he shot the beams of magic back with his wand.
After a while, the ward began to fade, leaving behind a small podium and a small object layed on top of it.
Allen couldn't really tell what it was since the magic that consisted of the ward was making a lot of smoke while dissipating. He took a few steps, getting closer and closer, careful to look for any other traps, and when he could finally see the objects, his eyes almost popped out of his head.
He dashed backwards, running away from it almost as if it was his nature.
The ward wasn't to protect against thieves, it was to protect the people who one day would come.
He passed his saliva with difficulty and tried to put his thoughts in order.
Even if he couldn't remember the exact shape and form of the object in front of him, the magic he saw emitting from it was a dead giveaway as to what it was.
A vibrant green with black, it moved around the object as if trying to escape from inside of it. The magic moved like wild animals trapped in a bag, the more he saw it, the more repulsive he thought it was.
The only thing that crossed his mind was how his father managed to get Helga Hufflepuff's cup, that is to say, one of Voldemort's horcrux, and how he knew what it was that he even set up wards to mask the magic.
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He looked around the vault, trying to find a way to activate the wards back again, but the more he looked, the less he found. There was only one place he hadn't searched thoroughly, the podium where the cup rested.
A sigh escaped his mouth as he got closer to it, baby steps, every time he took one step, he stared intently at the cup, wondering when it would do something. It went on like this until he was finally standing in front of the podium, the cup now calling for him, trying to mix with his magic. Allen used the magic from his eyes with the same intensity that he did when he met with his relatives, something akin to small green flames appeared in his eyes, making the magic from the cup crawl back from where it came from.
He had to keep looking at it, otherwise it would try to possess him.
Something similar to a journal seemed to be resting against the podium, Allen picked it up as fast as possible, then ran away, turning down the intensity from his eyes so he wouldn't overexert himself again.
Time was of essence, Mr Bailey was waiting for him, and so was the goblin outside of the vault, he didn't want to spend more time than necessary inside, but he had to find a way to put the wards up to mask the cup again. It was a long shot, but he hoped that the journal would shine at least a bit of inspiration on him, otherwise he was doomed.
He passed the pages with lightning speed if it looked like it talked about gibberish and nothing important, until he finally reached a page that fortunately talked about the ward.
It was his father who wrote it.
There wasn't much to it, and he didn't want to feel sentimental so he tried to put it in the back of his mind and find a way to put back up the wards.
Apparently, it was his mother the one who put the ward around the cup, to protect him until he was strong enough to do what they couldn't, destroy Voldermot's horcruxes. He suddenly felt goosebumps all over him.
How did they know about the horcruxes? Not only that, but where it was hiding, Bellatrix Lestrange's vault wasn't an easy target, even in the books, the golden trio couldn't steal it from Gringotts quietly, and yet, his parents managed to not only steal it, but put it in their own vault.
Too many coincidences to call it sheer luck.
'Were they also… Or maybe one of them dragged the other around because they knew what would happen.'
'Then, how did they die? If they knew what would happen, wouldn't that make it harder for them to die in the previous war?'
'If the two were reincarnators from my world as well, they must've read the book as well, seeing how they left me the horcrux right here, and are even telling me how to destroy them.'
'But why couldn't they do it? What stopped them from doing so?'
'And more importantly… Why did they leave such a dangerous job to an eleven year old!'
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After he lashed out for a bit, Allen managed to calm himself down, finding the way to activate the ward again. His mother came up with it, as well as the way to deactivate them, since she had the same eyes as him.
All he needed to do was to find four crystals in different parts of the vault and look at them, this would in turn activate the magic in the crystals because of the external pressure that his eyes exerted.
It took him a few minutes before finding out the four crystals and looking at them. He sighed of relief as the ward activated back again and the poisonous green light covered the cup in a small dome.
Allen took the journal and exited the vault as fast as he could, he needed to see what was in the other two, after all.
The goblin greeted him when he got out in an unfriendly tone, apparently he got tired of waiting and was about to leave him to his devices when he got out.
He didn't know whether to believe him or not, so he stayed quiet on the way to the next vault.
When the goblin opened the door to his mother's vault, he dashed to it, and of course, it was there, the same ward protecting something of similar nature.
A scream almost escaped from his mouth but decided against it, getting mad wouldn't solve anything, not only that, but it would worsen his decision making abilities.
He took a big breath of air and steeled his resolve, activating his eyes again. The ward began to crumble at the same time it shot beams of magic.
Allen pulled out his wand and casted a shield charm again and proceeded with the same battle that took place in the previous vault, but this time, he tried to minimize the damage, sending the magic beams back to the ward.
When the ward was down, Allen stepped towards the podium in the middle of the vault. He expected it already, but didn't know exactly what object to expect.
The moment he saw Gaunt's ring in the middle of the podium, his heart jumped a beat, he took the journal that lay down on the podium and quickly ran off towards the crystals to activate the ward back again, fearing that prolonged contact with the object would convince him to put it on, and that was the least thing he wanted to do, die a horrible death in minutes.
He stored his mother's journal in his fanny pack and when he was done with the crystals, he exited the vault, without even looking at the few things that she left for him. There would be more time for that, but not now.
Allen had to make sure what they left him, and why they did it.
As he sat down on the minecart, the goblin looked at him weirdly but Allen glared back at him, utilizing the full potency of his eyes. The moment the goblin saw the bright green flames appear on his eyes, a horrible sense of dread overcame him, making him turn around, trying to avoid his gaze. Sadly, it didn't work.
His blood pressure skyrocketed, his heart wouldn't stop beating, and he had to clean his hands every so often from the sweat he was producing. The moment they reached Allen's vault, the goblin quickly took off towards the entrance, trying to escape from his eyes. He opened the door and gestured to him to go in as he posed a small reverence.
Allen walked inside, ignoring the goblin sigh of relief when he entered his vault. In there, he found the exact same ward, protecting the same kind of object.
It didn't surprise him anymore, but this did confirm it if there was even a small shadow of a doubt, at least one of his parents was a reincarnator, and there was the possibility that the two of them were as well, and not only one.
He put his right hand on top of his chest and a small green light shone, it covered him completely before disappearing, one of the first spells he created which had no name, but helped with his feelings of anxiety and nervousness. He opened his eyes and proceeded to to the same thing as before.
After he destroyed the ward, a diadem laid down on top of the podium, with the intricate design of a raven, a blue sapphire encrusted in the middle, and etched on the surface the legend 'Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure'.