Harry nodded and waited for the goblins to leave. Standing, Harry found that he had grown slightly and was now standing at around 5'9". His body, which had always been painfully thin, was still malnourished but shaped more willowy, his slight muscles making him lithe.
Making his way to what he thought would be a bathroom, Harry turned on a tap and splashed some water on his new face, still fascinated by the changes. His body felt foreign to him and it was only his innate grace that was keeping him from falling over his feet as he got used to the changes.
Once he had washed up and taken care of his business, Harry returned to the room and found his former clothes had been placed on a dresser. Putting them on, Harry found that the fit was okay but not perfect. Seeing his wand next to the pile, he picked it up and concentrated on changing his clothes to fit him, trying not to be surprised when the spell happened before he had a chance to say the incantation. Straightening his spine Harry walked with purpose towards the parlour, hoping that the next order of business would be more pleasant than the last.
"I have taken the liberty of procuring a light meal for us," Ragnok said as Harry made his way into the room.
Harry nodded his head and tried to wrap his mind around the situation. From what he remembered, and it was surprisingly a lot, goblins were notoriously formal with wizards, therefore Harry was having difficulty determining how to act around the goblin chief.
"Thank you," he said simply, seating himself opposite Ragnok.
After a few moments of silence Harry decided to speak, foregoing the strict rules of propriety.
"Chief Ragnok, not that I am not grateful for your aid in ridding me of the numerous compulsions and charms placed on me, but I find myself lost as to what you gain from helping me. It is well known that the goblin race tries not to get involved with the affairs of wizards."
"You are correct, Mr. Potter," Ragnok said. "However, your situation is unique in that we both owe each other debts. The goblin nation owes you a debt for ridding this world of the insanity of Voldemort—"
At hearing this Harry's heart gave a painful twinge that he was barely able to mask.
"—and you yourself owe the goblin nation a debt for the release and destruction caused by the dragon Riari."
Harry pondered at this. "So you helped free me because I destroyed Voldemort?" he asked, ignoring the ache that grew.
"Freeing you was not our initial goal, in your current state Mr. Potter you are unable to meet the reparations required to you by the goblin nation. It was our goal to aid you in claiming your lordships so that you may make the necessary payments and gain your rightful place in society. Therefore, both of us would be free of any debt: we by helping you and you by paying us," Ragnok explained
"So what happened was merely a lucky coincidence?" Harry asked.
"I do not believe in luck, Mr. Potter," Ragnok stated.
"Either way you have aided me immensely," Harry said.
Ragnok nodded his head at this. Before they could continue a soft knock was heard coming from the door.
"Enter," called out Ragnok.
The door opened and a young goblin entered, pushing a trolley covered in food. Placing the dishes on the table between Harry and Ragnok, the server disappeared quickly.
"We will continue our discussion after we have eaten," Ragnok stated. "It would not do well for you to collapse from hunger just after being released from my wife's clutches."
Harry smiled slightly at that and looked at the food offered; he recognised most of it but found the presentation to be slightly different from what he was used to. Picking up a small bowl of what looked like a beef stew, Harry inhaled the aroma and found that he was surprisingly hungry.
"This looks delicious," he said before they fell into a comfortable silence.
After they were both done eating and the meal was cleaned away with a flick of his wrist, Ragnok took a moment to look at the wizard opposite him. The young man looked better than when he had first appeared in his office only hours earlier, but he still had the same haunted look in his eyes.
"What do you understand from the test results?" Ragnok asked.
Harry thought about everything he had read. He began slowly, "I guess I understand some of the titles and the money, but…." Harry trailed off, the more he thought about it the more he found himself at a loss.