Harry watched the goblin jerk slightly, then focus sharply at him. "I am not sure what you are trying to accomplish Lady McGonagall, but this young man is not magical. From what our sensors have determined, he is a squib, unable to use his magic." He reached his hand into a drawer and several lights glared before he removed a piece of paper. "The only record we have of Harry James Potter was submitted by Lord James Potter upon the setup of his school vault, which clearly states he was a wizard at that time."
Harry raised his hand, causing the goblin to look up from his document. "Private Clerk Nagnok, I have been holding back my power to avoid people suspecting my identity. If it won't cause an issue, I can release the binds on my magic."
The goblin paused, placing the paper back on the desk. After some thought, he nodded. "Would you require use of a wand to accomplish this? I have not heard of such a binding, but I understand you have specific requirements for security reasons."
Harry shook his head, and told Jim to let the threads loose.
Minerva shivered as she felt the magic flow forth from the boy. She hadn't realized how far or how thick his power could be felt, it seemed to fade into the background when he wasn't hiding it. The goblin quickly began pressing shapes on his desk when suddenly the door slammed open and four armed guards marched in, weapons drawn.
Harry stayed seated, not moving, as a blade was held at him and a rapid conversation occurred between the unknown guards and Nagnok. Finally the guards pulled back the weapons, but lined up behind the two magic users.
Nagnok grinned even more widely as he turned to the older witch. "That was exciting, no? Apparently his natural field reached far enough into the corridor that he tripped the sensor there. They thought he had somehow apparated or port-keyed into the office, which of course would be met with... significant force."
Harry tried to stay calm, although the sudden entrance seemed to have tripled his heart rate. "Well... Well." He coughed. "What do I need to do prove that I am indeed Harry Potter? Not something that will create more such... excitement?"
Nagnok pressed a rune on his desk and said some words in a strange language to a goblin who looked in from a hidden wall section. Moments later, a black stone tablet and a sharp knife was placed on the desk.
Harry watched the knife carefully. "So... uh. It is a nice knife?"
Minerva seemed to have caught back up to the conversation and helped. "Mr. Potter, he will require a few drops of your blood on that heritage stone. The stone will compare your blood to blood patterns stored from all account owners, and compare them to determine any declared magical or inherited accounts." She saw his expression and quickly continued. "The knife is covered in carvings of runes, it cuts only enough to draw blood and heals the cut as it goes. It is an older version of what became blood-quills, and is used for the oldest rituals. It is perfectly safe."
His green, now glowing eyes still stared. "Well, you mean safe to make me bleed. Not safe in general." He turned to the goblin, who held his long fingered hand out. With a sigh, Harry gave his right hand out. He watched as the blade was carefully pressed against his right hand ring finger, and a series of red drops hit the black stone as he tried not to move or make noise.
Pain he could handle. Still, this was... unpleasant. He watched the blood soak into the black stone, and suddenly his finger felt warm. Nagnok released his hand, and Harry felt his finger healing even as the knife pulled away. Apparently it had a healing carving on it somewhere... rune? Would have to look up runes.
Nagnok looked at the stone and pressed it into a drawer, before pulling another sheet of paper and reading it. He looked up. "A pleasure to meet you at last Lord Potter. I am afraid your account manager passed on three years ago, and it has currently been held without an active guide due to us being unable to contact you or your guardians."
Harry sighed. "We think my mail had been blocked to prevent abduction and murder attempts. What would I have to do to assign an account manager to the Potter Accounts?"
Nagnok looked at some more parchments that appeared in the drawer before looking Harry in the eyes. "My clan historically took care of both the Peverell accounts and the Potter accounts over the years. You can approve either myself, one of my clan, or any other Goblin you wish at this establishment if you have found some fault in our service."
Harry tilted his head. "The Peverell accounts?"
He nodded. "The Peverell family became the Gaunt family, which became the Potter line." He leaned back slightly. "My ancestor was the account manager for the Gaunt family for most of his life. It was a sad day when they passed."
The boy thought. "Private Clerk Nagnok, would you be willing to become the Potter Family Account Manager?"
A bright, sharp smile crossed the goblins face. "I would be honored, Lord Potter. As I understand you have an afternoon of shopping planed, we will get you your new keys created before you leave today and a full report of your holdings will be made, reviewed, and I will send you a list of options to your address. With your blood on file, we should have no issues contacting you from now on, mail-block or not."
Harry smiled, and stood, shaking Nagnok's hand. "I am sure you will not let me down sir. Now, what do I need to do to access my school funds? Is there a way to access the money without visiting every day or so?"
Before speaking, he turned to the teacher. "Professor, we thank you for finding our missing Lord, but as you are aware family business must be handled in secrecy."
Minerva stood, nodding. "Of course Private Clerk Nagnok. Mr. Potter, if you have questions that you need to ask me I will be outside the door." She looked toward the goblin who nodded. Turning back, she continued. "We wizards trust the Goblins with our money, our most precious objects, and in some cases with our lives. Treat them as the equals they are and they will never lead you in a direction without profit."
Nagnok bowed deeply to Minerva as she exited, and was already pressing carved runes on his desk, each glowing for a moment as he looked up. "Lord Potter, your vault key is tied to your blood, so you can use it at any shop that accepts Gringotts currency, which is the majority of Europe and part of America. We also can exchange funds into other currencies as required for a fee."
He held out a hand toward the wall and a section of the wall opened. A long clawed hand reached through, placing what appeared to be a metal business card into his palm. "This is one our newer model keys, designed to not be too conspicuous if seen by non-magicals. If you lose this, you can replace it for a nominal fee, but no one else can use it unless you authorize them here at the bank." The goblin grinned a bit blood thirsty. "By default we tied this key directly to your personal vault, as you do not have access to your family funds yet. I would still suggest getting some change for vendors who have not invested in the key system, such as street vendors or the knight bus."
Harry was about to get up when he looked at the card again. "If people don't use their key, how do they hold onto the money? Those coins have to get heavy."
Nagnok pulled out a black wallet. Pressing it into a drawer, he pulled it out to display a fancy crest with a P in it. "If you are willing to part with a couple of Galleons, we provide these wallets. Some of the older wizards feel it is not as traditional as a bottomless coin sack, but the younger ones love having something more discrete to hide their wizard coin."
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