Hawktooth looked at the funds in the Dumbledore vault, in total it came to just 1 million and twenty seven galleons, giving the order to his team to remove the gold and place it in the Potter vault gave him a feeling of pleasure, he hated thieves and enjoyed it when they were brought to book. As soon as the gold was removed Hawktooth began to check through the paper work that was contained in the vault, having found the deeds to several properties including the ancient Dumbledore estate he nodded his head as he checked his ledger for their current value. If Dumbledore managed to sell all he owned at the top market price he would still be a half million short of the funds required to pay back all he had stolen not including interest on all he took from the Potters Vault. Placing the parchments into his dragon leather brief case he noticed there was one more item further back on the shelf. Reaching over he was surprised when he found a Goblin sealed envelope, the seal having been broken Hawktooth opened the envelope in the hope of finding something more he could sell off, the more he could recover of the Potter money the more he would earn, it was the way of the Goblins.
What Hawktooth pulled from the envelope came as a small shock. The last will and testament of James Henry Potter, that stated Harry James Potter was to be placed with one of three families if his godfather Sirius Black was unable to take him in. The people he had been sent too were not on the list and further down the will James and Lily had taken steps to ensure that the Dursleys never received a single Knut from the Potter family. With the will was a letter addressed to Harry James Potter along with a signed paid for and authorised enrolment form for Harry J Potter to attend the London Academy of magic from the age of five years. Hawktooth had a reputation for sniffing out wrong doers and his nose was definitely twitching. Full payment for seven years tuition at Hogwarts had recently been paid out of Harry Potters trust vault. Yet according to the signed form both of Potters parents had wanted him to attend the elite day school in London and not Hogwarts.
It seemed to Hawktooth that a visit to his clan members Tailhook and Griphook were required. They needed to discuss why Dumbledore had the Potter will, and just how many laws the old wizard had broken and to what extent. And what if anything the Goblin nation could do to rectify the breach in their security that had allowed Dumbledore to steal from one of their customers on a regular basis.
Helen Granger stood in the living room of Potter retreat holding the hands of both Petal and Paddy "According to Petal I should be back soon," she said to Richard moments before she vanished from the room.
Up stairs Harry and Hermione had quickly fallen asleep and were both clinging to each other as they dreamt sweet dreams about growing up in Ireland, away from all the problems they had hopefully left behind. Richard stood in the doorway of the master bedroom and looked at the two children, a single tear escaped from under his eyelids and trickled slowly down his cheek as he wondered what these two wonderful young people were dreaming about, and prayed they lived a long and happy life away from the dangers of the British wizarding world and its corruption. The fact that they were now considered married at such a young age still caused him some concern, but as they slept clinging to each other with looks of real happiness on their faces he wished them both a happy and long future together.
Richard had only left the living room for a few minutes to check on the children and he was certain he had been gone only a short time when he heard movement from down stairs. Rushing to see what was going on he found the living room full of the possessions they had left behind them, he near jumped out of his skin when his wife arrived holding Andy in one arm and the hand of the elf in the other, on the other side of the elf was his mother in law. As soon as he saw her standing there he wondered just how the heck they were going to explain everything to her, especially about Hermione being married.
Helen and Richard sat in stunned silence; they had just spent two hours explaining while Helens mother Sarah listened to every word in complete silence. After Helen explained that Hermione was married and both she and her husband Harry were the principal targets of a mad wizard terrorist Sarah finally spoke.
"And we thought it was gone for good," Sarah said as she stood and began to walk toward the window. As she reached the window she opened it and looked out into the dark early morning sky "did you hear grandmother, it is not ended, Hermione is upholding the tradition."
It was a few minutes before Helen asked her mother what she was talking about. And why she was referring to her grandmother, it struck Helen as odd that her mother was having a rather odd reaction to the news that her grandchild was a witch, a reaction neither she nor Richard had expected.
Helen be a dear and make us all a fresh cup of tea, I have a long story to tell you, one I would have told you when you reach your fortieth birthday, why forty I'm not sure, maybe its because that is the age that muggles think a woman is past child bearing. Still it is time to tell you now, you need to know now because of Hermione and her forth coming role in the war that will shortly begin.
As Helen and Richard got comfortable on the sofa, Sarah sat in an armchair facing them. "Just over a thousand years ago one of our ancestors, a Rowena Ravenclaw was born, and it was soon discovered that she was a witch, a truly powerful one. According to the legend she was the most powerful witch of the time, and at the age of fourteen she was noticed by a young Wizard by the name of Godric, son of Merlin.
From the first time they talked to each other they became inseparable, sometime during their third month together they kissed and became a bonded couple. The bonding was witnessed by two of their mutual friends and several others including Merlin. Merlin announced that from that day forward they were to be recognised by all as man and wife and he gave them the name Gryffindor.
Together with their two friends Godric and Rowena grew into a fine couple, they became exceedingly good at magic and their powers grew. At the age of twenty one with their magic at its peak they set out on a journey to seek out and train other young magicals, especially those who had not been recognised as magical.
They were joined in their third year of searching by their friends Helga and Salazar, together the four of them began to discover that there were far more magical children who were being born than had been known about before, many of these children had gone on to grow in their non magical homes and thus losing their abilities through lack of use.
The four friends decided to set up a magical school where all magical children could go to get a magical education. It was free to all who could not afford to pay, while those who could afford were asked to pay and to make a small donation to the school. The school prospered and eventually they were able to afford to buy an old castle, where the school has remained to this day.
The legend tells us nothing more of the four friends who's dreams started the proper teaching of magic, but it does tell us that when ever the dream was threatened, or the school was moving away from that dream, one of Rowena's female heir's would be born to be soul bonded, and she would find her soul-mate with a kiss. Together the bonded couple would set the school back on the right path even if they had to fight a war to do it. For the past thousand years around once every 150, to 200 years one of our female ancestors has been an exceptionally powerful witch and has been soul bonded to a powerful wizard. Together with two close friends they have always kept the dream alive. The last of our family to be soul bonded was a witch named Helen, she was soul bonded to a wizard named Lovegood. That was 250 years ago.
My mother was convinced that the legend was just that, a family legend that had been passed down as a story to tell on cold winter nights. My grandmother told me of the legend on my fortieth birthday, unlike my mother I wanted the legend to be true, I even named you after the last witch of the family in the vain hope you would be the one to carry on the legend. I think when my grandmother died without seeing the legend come true, we both began to doubt it was true. That's why I was talking to my grandmother, simply letting her know that the legend is true. Now Helen your daughter is the bonded one and she will be a powerful witch, it will be your task to pass the story on to the next generation.
Helen and Richard simply sat and looked at Sarah, after all they had seen since Hermione got her letter almost a year before. "So Hermione's not the first witch in the family?" Helen asked trying to think it all through.
"No she's not. But for some strange reason up until Helen, each witch and her mate after they did what was needed left the magical world and lived as simple ordinary people.
Helen and Richard questioned Sarah for another hour before Andy started to cry, at which point they called it a night. Richard showed Sarah to a room that had been prepared for her while Helen fed Andy and then took him up to bed.
Harry woke early the next morning and not wanting to waken Hermione, he crept from the room and made his way down to the kitchen, only getting lost twice on the way. Entering the kitchen Harry stood and stared at the strange woman sitting at the table drinking a cup of tea.