Harry Potter: Sphinx Society

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"Thanks Nev." Harry said, rocking his shoulder into his best friend. "So, what have you thought you’d like to see happen?"

"Muggleborns being treated better." Neville said. "Hermione’s probably the strongest witch I know, although the other girls in the club can give her a run for her money. It makes no sense that she should be seen as anything less than that. You haven’t been around it much, but there is a very big anti-muggleborn sentiment. Even Gran, who is fairly progressive as far as a lot of the Wizengamot is concerned, still occasionally slips and thinks Muggleborns are lesser. As a Half-Blood, you’re theoretically just slightly better, but you’re the best in our year by a wide margin, and probably going to just keep getting stronger and stronger. Why should you be seen as any less than what you are?"

"Wow Nev. Thanks." Harry said, a bit flustered at the praise. Taking compliments for Harry was still a tad difficult. "Yeah, Ted had told me the kind of things that he had to go through when he was younger, and what he still has to deal with. Hermione and I had met a muggleborn shopkeep in Hogsmeade who said a lot of the same things. Making everyone feel equal? That’s a cause I can get behind."

"Glad we agree on that. I’d have Hermione tear you a new one if you said anything else." Neville said, sticking his tongue out.

A few days later, Harry had been slightly unceremoniously dressed in some dress robes and brought to Diagon Alley alongside Sirius, where they made their way into the slightly askew centerpiece of the area, Gringotts bank. Goblin tellers were busy with various customers, shuffling around papers, coins, and other monetary ephemera as Harry walked by. He hadn’t been here since his first year really, he had entrusted his trust vault key to Andromeda whenever shopping for school had been needed, as she always felt somewhat strange about using that money. While it had been set aside for Harry to use for school, the Tonks family was far from requiring the help to buy Harry’s school supplies for the year. Andy was an excellent charms mistress, who brought in a hefty salary, and Ted’s work at St. Mungos was equally as lucrative. Add in Nymphadora, who while not making quite as much as her parents as an auror, still could afford a comfortable life on her own had she chosen to. As such, while the Tonks weren’t wealthy, they were certainly well off.

Making their way to one of the teller desks, Harry felt a number of eyes on him, goblin and wizard alike. He was getting better at handling this kind of attention, but still didn’t enjoy it very much. Sirius thankfully noticed, and moved along quickly. "Hello. We have an appointment with one Hookclaw today?" Sirius said.

"Yes, I see, one Mr. Black and a Mr. Potter? Come along, I’ll guide you to one of our meeting rooms." The goblin at the desk said. His nametag identified him as being named Scratchbit, which Harry secretly found somewhat amusing. Everything Parvati had told him about Goblins made them seem actually rather threatening, they were a race of warriors who had somehow made their way into the world of banking through their ability to provide excellent security. Their names were meant to represent power and danger, but Harry occasionally found them to be somewhat tryhard. He was smart enough to not let those thoughts show, since he wasn’t one to talk, given his name was equally as ridiculous if one thought about it for too long.

The meeting room they were brought to was sparse, merely a short table with a few padded chairs nestled around it. "Hookclaw will be here in just a moment, he may need to grab a few files. Feel free to take a seat." Scratchbit said, as he walked off down the hallway.

Harry and Sirius sat down, Sirius taking out some files that he had brought with him. Harry had little idea what they were, but attempts to look over them caused the ink on the page to ripple into unfamiliar shapes. "What’s that?" Harry asked.

"Oh, these are simply some financial records from when I was incarcerated. Trying to keep track of who has and hasn’t been making payments for rent and the like has been a bit of a hassle, but I’m managing. You can’t see these though I imagine. Goblin security spell from what I understand. They tie the ability to read the documents to the wizard and goblin who work on it, although an unenchanted copy exists somewhere in deep storage. You’ll probably get some of these too, although I’ll ask that you have me included in the ability to see them, so I can help you manage some of this stuff. That’s your decision though. If you’d rather it be Ted or Andy, that works too." Sirius said. "Because of agreements made between the Goblins and the older Blacks, until I have you recognized as my heir, you won’t be allowed to see any of these documents. Another reason I’ll need to do it." Sirius said, shuffling through them a bit before placing them back into the folder he had gotten them out of.

"Are you certain about doing that? Shouldn’t you wait a bit and see if you have a kid of your own first?" Harry asked.

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