Harry's POV
Harry and Sirius were sitting in the room with all the creature heads. Sirius was still creeped out by the werewolf head. They had gone under the Thief's Downfall, but like last time it didn't turn them back to their normal selves. Harry was looking at all the different creatures, he wondered if he had ever known what the all were. The heads mounted on the walls looked nothing like non-magical animals, except the lion. It, however, had two rows of teeth, which made it very intimidating.Harry's Dilemma
Snarlfist slammed his dagger on the table, very upset these two wizards weren't paying any attention to him. He was the one who could ruin their lives after all. "Wizards," he barked. "You would do well to put your attention where the danger is," he snarled, leaning over the table as far as his short stature would allow.
"What? You?" Harry asked with great disbelief, turning his attention to the goblin, and taking a seat next to Sirius, who seemed worried for some reason.
"Harry," warned Sirius with a bit of a whine.
"What?" he asked again, turning his head towards his godfather. "Why are we in danger from him? We've broken no laws that I know of. He has no right to question us as if we had," he stated, looking back to the surly goblin. "I'm a paying customer here, you don't have a right to hold me," he snapped, slamming his hands down on the table and standing threateningly over the smaller goblin.
"You came into this bank under disguise, you have breached our wards, and you defeated the Thief's Downfall. You could be a threat to the nation," Snarlfist argued back, poking his long finger into the boy's chest, not backing down an inch.
"I have no weapons on me," Harry protested the accusation, slapping the goblin's hand away.
"You have a wand," was the rebuttal.
"If you haven't warded your bank to nullify them, then that's your bad. Every fucking person who comes in here, over the age of eleven, has a wand. You can't hold me for that. I want my lawyer here," the teen demanded, standing back up and folding his arms over his chest.
"Harry," Sirius said again, this time tugging the boy's arm.
"You are not under wizard laws at the moment. You are under goblin laws," the goblin stated proudly.
"So, your laws state that you can hold anyone you don't like?" was the shocked question as he pulled his arm from Sirius' grasp. The more Harry learned about the Wizarding World the more he thought of leaving. It was shite like this that made that closer to a reality. "And we trust you with our stuff, when you can just snag someone you think might be a threat? If that's so, then I think I'm just going to pull my accounts. All of them. And, I'll make Sirius pull the Black accounts too. He doesn't need your bullshit either," he threatened, unknowingly causing a silent alarm to blare.
Snarlfist didn't back down, instead he picked up his knife and held up threateningly. "I want to know where you learned the magic that you have," he demanded instead. He was going to get his answers if he had to fight to do it. To him, this wizard was a huge threat and he wasn't going to let him go until he knew how to stop him.
Harry stared at the goblin and then laughed. "Sure, I'll tell you, when you tell me your secrets," he said mirthfully. He played with the thought on just leaving, but then he'd never get his things from this 'bank', and his mother's library was well worth the hassle. Still, he would fight if necessary.
"That is not an option," the goblin growled, getting ready to gut the upstart.
"Neither is you learning mine," Harry stated back, getting ready to rumble.
Sirius seeing where this was going, stood at his godson's side, ready to die if it came to that. Unlike Harry, he knew just how much danger they were in. Harry on the other hand didn't remember the history taught at Hogwarts. He didn't know of all the wars, and lives lost. The kid just thought it was this one goblin being mean.
Just then the door opened, and a majestic looking goblin came in with a team of guards, who all looked like they had been running. Well, not the regal looking one, he looked… regal. "What in the name of Gringotts is going on here," he demanded, looking the three occupants of the room.
Harry spoke first. "He's threatening me, and I don't think I should put up with it. I am a fucking paying customer, who has done nothing to warrant this kind of treatment. If I don't get some fucking customer service around here, I'm taking my business elsewhere," he all but shouted.
"Your Majesty, this is the wizard who had been getting through our wards," Snarlfist defended his actions.
"Shite," Sirius swore, thinking they were in more trouble then they had been.
"Majesty?" Harry asked, looking the regal goblin up and down. "Do you let all your subjects treat customers this way?" he inquired with a bit of a snarl in his voice.
"Peace, young wizard. I am King Ragnuk the 10th. I am sure Snarlfist just wants to know if you are a threat. You are the first to ever get through our wards and defeat the Thief's Downfall. You would not have us leave such an opening in our protections, would you?" the king asked, taking a seat at the head of the table.
"Maybe not, but all he bloody well had to do was ask. He had a fucking knife drawn," Harry pointed out, indicating said knife in the grumpy goblin's hand with a wave of his hand.
"Put it away," snapped Ragnuk, in such a manner that there would be no defiance.
Snarlfist quickly did as he was told and then went to stand with the guards, who were now stationed around the room.
"Harry," Sirius said for the third time, frantically pulling the boy's sleeve. This goblin was a greater threat, he could declare war on the Wizarding World, if not handled correctly. "Sit down," he all but begged.
"Fine," Harry huffed, sitting in the chair behind him. He could see that Sirius was quite worried, and he hoped to just get their business done and get the fuck out of this joint. He had been in a good mood until he came here, and he wanted that mood to return.
"When I learned that you intended to pull your accounts and take the Black accounts with you, I took it upon myself to find out why," Ragnuk started. "Imagine my surprise when I came in here to find one of my goblins ready to gut you. Just what has been happening to cause this?" he asked, turning to Harry for the answer, after cutting a withering glare to Snarlfist.
"Look, we came here to open another account. Sirius wants to call the Black name dead. In order to do that he needs to transfer, or rename, his current accounts. It's not my bloody fault, your alarms blared the moment we came in. Then your fucking guard dog over there took us here and demanded I tell him my secrets. If you don't want me here, I'll be happy to oblige," Harry stated, starting off calm and ending angry.
"Peace," the king said with upheld hands. "We can discuss this to everyone satisfaction," he bargained. It would cause significant damage to the banks reputation if the Boy-Who-Lived withdrew his and his godfathers accounts. He had to come up with a way to appease the child, where they were all satisfied. He couldn't leave the hole in the bank's protection, but he couldn't declare war without a very good reason. They had no proof it was this boy who was causing all the problems.
"Fine, fucking talk," Harry said, not sure they could come up with anything that would change his mind.
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