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Diagon was as colourful as ever. Just the sight of it as she came out through the Leaky Cauldron heartened her. Heri took her time to appreciate the rejuvenating power of the cheery shopping district as she made her way to where she to hoped to stay. The Leaky Cauldron had a special place in her heart, but she had been raised too highly-strung to stay in a place where all sorts — including the disreputable and dirty — came and went as they pleased. Call her a snob, but she would pick a more discerning place if it was available. Heri ended up staying at an inn down in Vertic Alley called the Nightengale's Cage. It was a corner building with walls a shade of watery blue and large tinted windows. The inside was much the same, but with painted birds flying across the walls.
She got herself settled in a room that was much like what one would get at a respectable muggle hotel but without the electronics.
She paid for three nights in advance with the money she had left over from her trip for school supplies last year and decided to pop down to the bank the next day to top off her money pouch. She should have known that a quick stop to the bank would be impossible for her. Heri got the bank a bit before lunchtime, while the crowd was thin. It was a good month before the school-rush started so the crowd was even thinner than she had expected.
She spotted an unoccupied teller and snagged the spot before a new line could form. When Heri had asked about going down to her vault, the goblin at the counter peered over the counter at her with a dubious once-over. "Your name?" Heri checked to make sure no one was in hearing distance before answering quietly, "Heri Potter." It was a bit of a hullabaloo after that. The goblin teller had asked for verification, looked over Heri's key when she presented it, and then asked if she would also be retrieving her heir rings. Heri, of course, had no idea what heir rings were, and promptly told her teller so. What followed was quite a bit of hollering in what she assumed was Gobbledegook, some confusion on her part when she was bustled out of the front area, and general discontent on the part of the goblins involved. She was shoved off into an office with an older looking goblin before she could understand what was going on.
Grimbak, who turned out to be her account manager, was extremely unhappy about her ignorance. He gave her the nitty-gritty — how the Potters were among the magical families that were landed and titled before the Statute of Secrecy went into place ("Wizarding Britain does not currently have a royal family but those of title and land before the enforcement of the International Statute of Secrecy retained their status since it was through their collective power that the British Ministry of Magic was first formed."), how her father had been the 12th Earl of Heorshire (along with a handful of lesser titles), and how she was now of-age to formally assume the role of heir apparent by wearing the Potter Family heir ring. Heri had known that the Potters had been pretty influential and well-off, but she hadn't known how it came to be; all this new information was enough to make her dizzy.
If that wasn't enough, she was also heir presumptive to another family; the Blacks, traditionally Marquess' of Swetechester. "All I wanted was to withdraw some money," Heri muttered to herself, trying to come to terms with the situation. "You would do everyone involved a favour by accepting your duties," said Grimbak severely, not allowing Heri to wallow. "Since the time that the mantle of Head of Potter House fell to you, those accounts have been essentially frozen, neither making gold nor paying their dues.
That's over a decade of inactivity, Ms Potter. It is only because you are a minor that we haven't seized the holdings as we would have had the vault-holder been an adult. You will not be obligated to reactivate the vaults until you are seventeen, but . . ."
here he leaned in with a harsh expression, "Gringotts highly recommends you do so as soon as possible." Heri sighed through her nose and looked over at the portfolio of parchment listing her vaults, properties, stock-holdings, and entitlements from various accounts. Grimbak had retrieved it when she told him that she had thought she only had one vault. She picked up the cover page and read the summary of her holdings.
Herakles Lilith Potter Evans - Heir by Blood Vaults: #529 (14,437 Galleons) Potter - Heir by Name and Blood Vaults: #132 (38,032,268 Galleons, 13 Sickles, 23 Knuts and assorted items)/ #687 (45,100 Galleons, 9 Sickles, 14 Knuts) Properties: Potter Estate. Heorshire. England/ Töpferei. Bavaria. Germany/ Bramblewood Hall. Massachusetts, U.S.A/ Vacation home. Verona. Italy/ Leonis House. Fife. Scotland Investments: 42% Daily Prophet stocks/ 25% Magical Menagerie stocks/ 38% Nautilus' Newts stocks Entitlements: Wizengamot Seat, 14 votes/ Earldom of Heorshire/ Viscounty of Heaham/Barony of Nettlestone/ Barony of Leonis Black - Heir by Name and Magic N/A Riddle - Heir by Magic N/A Collections Account Vaults: #782, #985, #639 (Total 196,284 Galleons and assorted items) A name jumped out at her. Riddle? What? Was this the same Riddle family that that beastly spectre from the haunted diary came from? If so, why was she set as their inheritor? "What about the rest of these?" asked Heri, her voice revealing none of the breathlessness she felt.
"Evans is from my mother, but what about this Riddle person?" As an afterthought, she tacked on, "And what's a Collections account?" Grimbak looked irked but resigned. He held his hand out for the summary and Heri gave it to him. He placed it on the desk between them and gestured for her to look.
"There are three ways to inherit accounts," he began. "The first is by blood, which means through the family." He pointed a clawed finger to Evans and traced down to Potter.
"You are are the only child of the late Lily Potter whose maiden name was Evans and you are a Potter by birthright.