Power Stone Goal: 259/300 (For extra chapter)
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Stepping into Gringotts Harry adjusted the collar of his shirt, discomfort settling in his stomach as he anxiously weighed the likelihood of Dumbledore having ruined his family's vaults. Based on all the information he had It was unlikely the old codger hadn't messed with his parents stuff.
Taking a deep, measured, breath he walked up towards the teller. Around the bank's interior he was receiving unbelieving stares and weighing gazes from the Goblins. Speaking of the greedy species... He had always believed them to be utterly foreign to Human emotions and concepts but from what he was reading of their presence in the force they were just as emotional as Humans... Oddly, they were more expressive in some ways, mainly in areas such as desire, yearning, jealousy and honour.
He dispelled the errant thought with a small imperceptible shake of his head. Reaching the end of the line that was strung out before the teller. Most of the goblins got back to their work within seconds of him reaching the line, their noses once again being buried deep within stacks of parchment and ink once more. Alongside this observation Harry stopped to appreciate the architecture of the bank itself.
The walls glistened with a fine polish and the small golden runes that were etched around circular indentations on the wall that held various weapons and armours. Similarly the floors glowed with light from the floating chandelier in the centre of the reception room. Stygian concentric circles looped throughout the floor and highlighted vibrant art pieces that depicted conflicts from Goblin history.
One of the many artworks that took Harry's attention was the artistic display of the 16th century witch burnings. There were muggles surrounding a young girl with a wand in her hand, torches blazing towards the top of the art piece. The next image that followed was of four people, two women and two men in distinctive colours casting powerful spells towards the muggles, presumably killing them.
"Next!" The teller shouted down at Harry, the people behind him wincing at the volume and the fact that they were stuck behind him; most of them not realising who he was.
Having been snapped out of his appreciative scans Harry promptly strut up to the teller, waiting for the goblin's question. Said goblin grimacing in distaste at his waste of time.
"State your purpose." The goblin succinctly commanded.
"I'm here to see my account manager."
"Name...?" The teller snarled out.
Now, Harry had always been shy and reserved in the past. Due to the abuse of his relatives and the lack of love present in his life he preferred the company of his own thoughts and feelings to those of others. This changed when he was forced to confront his own emotions, experiences and faults inside the Holocrons. Now? Well, now he was done being a pincushion for everyone's anger, malice and bullshit. More importantly, he was done taking insult and snarls directed towards him, blatantly in front of him to boot.
The goblin growled at him as he failed to answer, the pudgy goblin leaning forwards over his desk in malice.
"Treat others as you would have them treat you, goblin. Have you heard that phrase?" The teller froze whilst simultaneously narrowing his beady black eyes on Harry's own verdant orbs.
"Grrrr... EXPLAIN!" The teller yelled out in anger, drawing the attention of several armed guards that had been sequestered in the corners of the room.
"I said, treat others as you would have them treat you... goblin. Are you not only arrogant but deaf as well?" The teller leaned back as if he was slapped whilst all the other goblins had dropped their implements and were watching the exchange in shock.
"YOU INSULT MY HONOUR AND THAT OF MY CLAN'!?"
"So you are deaf..." Harry rubbed his right hand under his nose and began inspecting it before locking gazes with the teller once again.
The goblin was quivering in rage by this point and had several hundred veins over his body pulsing vigorously over his head and body.
"I will only say this once... So you better pay attention since you are partially deaf..." The goblin looked close to committing a murder at his leading words.
"You. Will. Treat. Me. With. Respect." With every enunciated word Harry sent a pulse of magic out into the room that made the entire bank shake as if it were being struck by several earthquakes at once. Amplified by the force the shaking made several goblins tumble over and drop to the floor in a panic. "Now, take me to the Potter account manager before I kill you and ensure that your soul is placed in a dimension so far removed from this mortal coil that even death will struggle to find you."
The shaking stopped abruptly as Harry crossed his arms in front of his chest. Magic leaked off of him as if he were a font of it, the ethereal material that formed spells leaking off of him in an aura that matched his alignment in the force... Dark... It was a red and black mass of power that had deep dark green tendrils that idly flicked upwards into the air.
Everyone around the room slowly started coming back to their senses and adjusting themselves, all of them keeping a respectful distance from the young Wizard who had just threatened to kill a goblin in the goblins' own nation. Said goblin who was threatened had turned pale, the beady black irises that were once filled with malice flickering into abject horror at the sheer promise behind the young man's threat. The ability to do what he had threatened was beyond impossible... But the goblin couldn't escape the concept of such a punishment even being remotely possible.
"V-very well, this way, Mr. Potter...!" The goblin said in a panic.
Merely nodding at the teller Harry followed after him as he half ran, half jogged towards the accountant doors. A few armoured guards broke off from the sides of the room to join him and the teller but Harry just waved his hand and created a fog within their minds that meddled with their intentions.
A few minutes of walking later and he was directed into a cushy office with a multitude of paperwork stacked onto a fine mahogany desk. Sitting behind the finely crafted desk was a goblin of more refined stature and bearing, his features far more human than the teller's had been and his irises shining a bright amber against the slightly darkened interior.
"Mr. Potter, it is good to finally meet you. Teller, we will have words... Off with you." The Teller scampered away like a rat caught scavenging in the rubbish by a cat; with barely a squeak.
Harry smirked as the annoying receptionist was harried out of the room by the magical wards in the room. His enjoyment only lasted a moment however as the door slammed behind the rat-like goblin and the accountant coughed into his hand.
"In future Mr. Potter I would advise you not to flare your power within our nation as you did. I have already been informed by several guards that it was the teller's fault, however, the poem at the entrance of our nation is not just a decoration and can only be circumvented under situations where one of our own is responsible..." Harry awkwardly smiled, rubbing his thumb against his right palm in a soothing motion.
"I understand. As for any future actions I might make inside your nation... It would be dependent on the actions of those I am dealing with." The accountant grinned wickedly before chuckling, his eyes crinkling in enjoyment.
"You truly do follow in your family's footsteps Mr. Potter... Your grandfather said something very similar to me when we first met and your father was much the same, though he added that he wouldn't make it obvious it was him."
Harry cheekily smiled at the mental images his accountant had conjured inside his mind. The goblin accountant became serious a few moments later however, his posture straightening and his face straightening into placidity.
"Alas, we must forge forwards with regards to your business I am afraid." The goblin paused for a moment before continuing. "My name is Nagnar, I am the accountant for: The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter, The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Greengrass."
Another pause occurred as Harry noted every detail down inside his mind, a technique taught to him by Apocrypha.
"Since you have come to me after the events of the Triwizard tournament you are formally considered an adult. As confirmed by magic once your name was accepted in the Goblet of Fire. You are hereby granted the following titles..." He grabbed a stele that was on the far left side of his desk and fiddled with it for a moment, gaping several seconds later before going back to his stone-cold demeanor. "Lord Potter, Baron of Westminster, Earl of Stafford... Lord Slytherin, Psion of Hogwarts, Champion of Snakes, Snake Lord, Duke of Wessex... Lord Ravenclaw, King of Camelot... Heir Black, Son of Prongs, Slayer of Basilisks, Conqueror of Dark Lords... The Boy Who Lived... The Man Who Conquered... Dark Lord of the Sith... Darth Revenant."
Nagnar looked paler and paler as he neared the end, especially when he saw the titles granted to him through magical feats.
"Is there anything wrong Nagnar?" The goblin startled at the innocent question, instantly exhaling at the absurdity of the stele's answer. He didn't even know what a 'Sith' or a 'Darth' was but if it came before the previous answers than they were much more prominent in importance to the client... Mother magic was very thorough in such magics and never missed details.
"No, no there isn't Harry. I was just shocked is all... That is a lot of titles for a Wizard of your age."
"Meh. Now, can you tell me if my vaults have been messed with or if there is anything I need to do with these titles?" Nagnar must have sat there silent for more than a minute in shock as he comprehended how easily the boy in front of him had just discarded all of those titles and dove straight into vaults and issues...
"well..." Nagnar said wearily, his brain already throbbing from the headache of another Potter being in his office.
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Lehon, Rakata Prime
The Stargate lit up for the hundredth time today as I deflected another lightsaber blow from Barriss, her body twisting in unique angles to dodge a thrust of my blade towards her exposed side. I stepped forwards and tried to angle the base of blade so it made contact with her skin but she turned off her saber and leapt back, turning it back on mid-flight and lowering into a defensive stance, reminiscent of Soresu.
"Hah... Hah... I can keep on going master..." Barriss huffed out stubbornly as sweat drifted off of her face in shining beads.
"I know you can, but I am not trying to push you beyond your limits. First we must understand your style of lightsaber combat. From there we gain clarity as to the mix of styles you can use to the most effect. Through this you gain the power to control a duel and lightsaber fight. Then you can shape the restrictions and morals of your fight to fit the opponent and willingly choose to use those chains or shatter them."
Barriss nodded softly before deactivating her saber, her exhaustion causing her shoulders to sag forwards.
"I understand master... I- I just fail to understand... The Jedi forms are something I can easily use, but they are rigid and make me feel hollow inside." Drecarios sighed.
"The first line of the code is?" She dropped to the ground, her hands leaning backwards as she stared up into the sky with her rebreather slightly growling at the roughness in her breathing.
"Peace is a lie, there is only truth."
"Indeed. When I first started learning the code from my master, she taught me that 'the truth' was our own emotional state, our own truth, our own existence. The code teaches us that peace can never be accomplished within oneself... Until you understand what motivates you, what annoys you, what angers you, what makes you happy... All of these things. Once you comprehend that, then you can understand what is needed to stimulate yourself into certain actions, good or bad. From that discovery, you gain clarity."
"And through clarity I gain power..." She said aloud, her voice quivering with the epiphany.
"And through clarity I gain power. Wonderfully understood, apprentice." Drecarios winked towards her before turning back towards the gate, receiving a burst of data from Apollo through technopathy.
'Huh, the biological transport work perfectly. Great!' He inwardly smiled at the confirmation of his brilliance.
"Let's have a break Barriss, we'll head to my home universe for some lunch. Then I'll introduce you to some of my staff... Perhaps you'll meet my sisters as well." He mused before stepping towards the Stargate, placing a hand on the side of the deactivated gate.
Barriss had already leapt up and was running towards him, the gate thumping as energy flowed into it and force the chevrons to lock once again.
"Is your world advanced master?" She asked in curiosity.
"Not as advanced as you are used to... But you could be surprised by the powers our people have and some of the technology we have stumbled into." She cocked her head sideways in confusion as he chuckled.
'She's way too cute! Cordelia and Emma are going to love her...'
The Stargate connected with a massive explosion of exotic particles before it stabilized and a stable wormhole was formed.
"Let's go apprentice, I'll have some droids come back to look after our ship and the gate."
"Mhm."
They both stepped through.
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