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"I can't really believe you're doing this," Sirius stated walking closer to his godson, "but I get why you'd want to. I'm proud of you, kiddo." If possible, Harry's smile widened. "Apparently, you're rich enough for the goblins to want to make sure they won't lose you as a client." At that Harry had to laugh.
"Well, it would seem they're not very fond of the idea." The teen admitted; he would give Nagnok a huge bonus for this, he promised once more. His parents made sure everything and everyone needed was present and stepped into the fireplace one by one. Harry was ready to follow their example when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked back to make sure even if he already knew whom it belonged to; he had wondered when Dumbledore would choose to speak to him about what he was about to do.
"I would like to talk to Harry for a few moments, if you'd please." He told Remus and Sirius, the two other remaining people of their group still at the manor. The two wizards nodded as Harry sighed; he was being delayed.
"Professor." The teen greeted his Headmaster once more, green eyes meeting blue.
"Harry." Albus greeted back. "I must admit, when your parents told me you were planning on undergoing an Emancipation Ritual, I was more than surprised. Have you truly thought this through?" Harry sighed and smiled sadly. Did everybody think he was going through this blindly? And why did he owe the Headmaster of all people an explanation? The only thing Dumbledore had done that he was grateful for was making sure Severus was the one that would look after him when he was a baby. But even that had been done purely out of luck and Albus had since then been overjoyed to wash his wands off both Harry and Severus.
"Yes, I am."
"This isn't truly about the money though, is it?" The Headmaster asked, his eyes boring holes into Harry's head. The green eyed wizard took a moment to affirm his Occlumency shields were in place and that his mind wasn't under attack before answering; honestly he didn't want to, but he knew that Dumbledore would never let the subject drop otherwise.
"Of course not." He answered, looking towards the fireplace once more. "The money just comes with it. It's just…" He turned back towards Dumbledore, opting in telling him at least past of the truth. "Honestly they could melt down all the coins in my vault if they wanted. But I've worked hard on the Firebolt. I've worked just as hard on the memory spheres. I don't want somebody else to take credit of that hard work. I did that; and I'm proud of what I've achieved. I hope I don't sound conceited but…"
"No, Harry. You don't." Dumbledore assured him, sighing. "You're a very bright young man; maybe you haven't heard that enough in your life. Maybe you should have."
"I don't really need to." Harry admitted, a sad smile etched on his lips; he didn't need to hear it. Not any longer; the people who mattered the most knew who he was. That was enough. He then laughed as he recalled a conversation he had had with Sirius and Remus a few months ago. "You know, professor, Sirius said something along he same lines last year, when I had visited him and Remus at their office."
"Sirius can be a very sensitive individual, should he so wish." Albus offered, causing Harry to chuckle at the truth of his words.
"Yes, he can."
"Harry, before we go, one last thing." The teen looked at the old wizard speculatively.
"Yes, professor?" What was it this time?
"I want you to remember that, no matter how things may seem, our families are our greatest treasure." Harry smiled softly, his mind flickering to his father and brother; Severus and Neville were set to meet with him outside Gringgots.
"I know, professor." Harry stated, looking straight into the wizard's blue eyes. "Nothing is more important that family." Even the densest man on the face of the earth could see Harry meant every single word and that was enough to bring that merry twinkle in the Headmaster's eyes.
"After you then, Harry." The teen smiled one more time before throwing a handful of floo powder in the flames and walking in. Before he knew it, he was met with Severus and Neville outside Gringgots. He ran forwards and hugged them, laughing freely.
"I can't believe it! An Emancipation Ritual? How wicked is that?" Neville exclaimed, making his best friend laugh again. Adrian snorted and Harry turned to look at him in confusion. The older twin just turned his eyes to the cobble covered street and stood there silent. Harry opted to not ponder on twin's reaction at this day of all days. Instead he held his head high and walked in. Nagnok greeted him at the entrance and asked them to follow him; they did, through half a dozen of doors and flight of stair till they reached a grand mahogany door. It was the Director's office, Harry knew as much.
"I'll be right here, Harry." Severus whispered as Nagnok asked everyone but Harry and James -who would serve as the witness- to wait in the hallway. The boy nodded and smiled wide at his father, trying to convey his thankfulness and every emotion he was feeling in one glance. Elation, happiness and a bit of fear were all intermixed in his eyes and somehow he knew his father got the message loud and clear.
The door closed behind him and James. Harry moved forward and greeted the director, bowing respectfully and offering the official curtsies of the goblin race. The director greeted him back and gave Nagnok the signal to proceed. A piece of parchment lay on the desk, simple in wording and small for all the promise it held. Harry smiled once more and followed the instructions Nagnok gave him. Sign once here, a drop of blood there -it disappeared the moment it touched the parchment as it should- your witness signs here and then you cast the actual ritual.
Magica, audite placitum meum
Puer non magis
Ambulo mundi
Vir nunc.
And as golden sparks flew around him and the black ink he had signed the contract with turned red, Harry knew it had worked. It was done. His fate was officially his own now, he even had that in writing. The future was suddenly less scary than it had been one day ago. And he was more ready than ever to face it.
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