"Makes sense," Harry said.
Fleur left to get them dinner and Harry lay staring up at the ceiling. "Are you up for teaching me French?" he asked when Fleur returned.
"Sure," Fleur said. "It would be better if you were to come over this summer. Then people won't be able to talk behind your back."
Harry chuckled. They agreed to speak French on Tuesday afternoons and English on the weekend so Fleur could improve too.
Harry roped Hermione into it as well. She didn't mind. She wanted to improve her French.
3rd of December, 1994.
"Ready to go?"
"Qui, give me just a moment."
Fleur and Harry headed off the Hogwarts grounds. Harry removed his glamour and put his earrings on. "This is Kato. A glamour I use when I don't want people to recognise me," he said.
"You look different. It is not bad different," Fleur said. "This will make things easier I guess."
"Easier than you walking around with a fourteen-year-old that wants to buy clothes for an adult certainly," Harry said.
Fleur laughed. She took Kato's hand and the two of them disapparated. They landed on an apparition point and headed into Diagon Alley.
They needed to head to the bank first so Kato could get a hold of some money.
They were talking merrily as they walked towards the big marble building. Then they reached the stairs and Kato looked up.
"No," Kato breathed.
"What is it 'Arry?" Fleur asked.
"Those doors… they look just like doors in a Dwemer ruin," Kato said.
"Coincidence?" Fleur asked.
"Maybe," Kato said. He led them inside and he tried to look at everything at once. He felt almost like the first time he had entered the bank.
He was looking at the stonework through Nirn-coloured glasses this time. It felt like the cut of the pillars and the way that the metalwork was done looked familiar.
He could be utterly wrong. It could just look similar.
Kato and Fleur reached a teller. "Good morning sir, I would like to speak to the Dwemer in charge of the Potter vault, please," he said in Tamrielic. He knew it was a long shot, but he had to try.
The goblin teller looked him up and down a few times. If he was surprised, he didn't show it.
He quite obviously had understood Kato though as he turned around and spoke to another goblin. "You can wait over there, sir," he said in English and pointed towards a set of benches to his right.
"Thank you," Kato said. He led Fleur over and they sat down.
"What was that language?" Fleur said.
"The common language in Tamriel," Kato said.
"He understood you," Fleur said.
"That he did," Kato said.
"If you would come with me, Mister."
Kato and Fleur looked over at the goblin. Kato thought there was something familiar about him.
They stood up and followed the goblin through a series of halls and up a set of stairs. He stopped in front of a door and opened it for them. "Just inside, sir," he said.
"Thank you Griphook," Kato said realising why he recognised the goblin. It was the same one that had led him to his vault the first time he had been to Gringotts.
Griphook's eyes widened momentarily, but he gave no other sign of recognition.
Kato and Fleur walked into the room and the door closed behind them. There was a white-haired goblin sitting by a desk in the office. He was looking through a stack of papers.
Kato lifted a hand and took his earrings out so the glamour fell. He had no wish to create any kind of subterfuge around the goblins at the bank.
The goblin looked up. "Ah, well now a Potter," he said. "It has been a long time." His eyes narrowed. "You are older than you should be," he said.
He placed a piece of parchment out and handed Harry a quill. "Sign this; it will handle any oddities connected to your case," he said.
Harry reached out and grabbed the quill. He wrote his name down in a swirly script developed after years of writing in Skyrim.
The back of his left hand stung and the ink or rather blood on the parchment glowed for a second. He placed the quill down and the page was snatched up by the goblin.
"Everything seems to be in order, Mister Potter. I am Dumac the Potter account manager. I could swear that you are too old, but well, this doesn't lie," the goblin said.
"Dumac, like the creator of the first council of Chimer and Dwemer," Harry said.
"This is the second time this morning that you show knowledge that should not be possible for you to know," Dumac said.
"Not probable you mean," Harry said. "If your people can come here, then it is certainly possible for another to go to Nirn.
I have seen the glory of Fal'Zhardum Din deep beneath the earth of Skyrim."
Dumac looked at him somewhat disbelievingly, but he was not about to call this human a liar.
He seemed to know far too much, and goblins tried not to judge before having more information,
"My circumstances are a bit strange. It is a long story," Harry said. "Right now I would like to make sure that I am the only one with access to my vault.
When I first entered the Wizarding World my key was handled by Rubeus Hagrid. It was never given to me.
I'm pretty certain that Molly Weasley used my key to access my vault this previous summer. I do not mind this happening though I would prefer that it did not happen again."
"Of course Mister Potter," Dumac said. "Now that you have officially been declared as an adult by Gringotts.
We will recall any other keys and have a new one forged for you right away." he made a note and it seemed to glow for a moment.
"Ah, that is perfect," Harry said.