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Dalia Potter, Diagon Alley.

The calm of Diagon Alley on this November morning was disturbed by the appearance of the golden door her brother had made allowing them to walk from the cottage in Godric’s Hollow to the very doors of Gringotts.

The magical disturbance surprised several wizards and even made some witches jump and let out small cries of surprise, at the same time that Harry, her mother and she crossed the threshold.

“Diagon Alley looks so empty,” said Dalia distractedly, as she held her brother’s hand tightly, his mere presence giving her great stability.

“When the students are at Hogwarts the place stays quite calm, Dalia,” said her mother, who held Harry’s other hand firmly, as if she feared her brother would disappear if she let go.

Harry’s wives had stayed behind in the small cottage, saying they would turn it into something worthy of the royal family of Leyndell, the kingdom her brother now ruled.

Oh, Dalia still trembled just remembering the story Harry had told them, his awakening, the guidance of his wife Melina, the rotten and decadent land that Leyndell had been before he ascended to the throne, and how he defied fate, taking control of all the Lands Between, as well as his three wives.

He mentioned battles, betrayals and a giant tree, and although interesting, all of it paled compared to his final words.

That once the tournament ended, Lily and she would leave with him to Leyndell, they would be his, forever, as par amounts and lovers.

And she could hardly wait.

Dalia still trembled at the thought, her brother did not ask for opinions, did not negotiate, he simply gave an order.

One that, Dalia knew, her mother and she would obey instantly.

Being completely objective, there was not much tying her to these lands.

Dalia was a rather solitary witch, her circle of friendships was limited to Hermione and Ginny, and being honest with herself, it was not something she wished to change, she felt quite comfortable with it.

Throughout her years at Hogwarts, Dalia had earned a ruthless reputation, she was beautiful and she knew it, and for years she had been the focus of attention of many young wizards at Hogwarts, whom she had rejected without a single ounce of pity or care, completely indifferent to the advances of the frankly pathetic wizards of Hogwarts.

For a time, she had even come to think that she would never be interested in men, always finding carnal relief between the sheets with Hermione and Ginny, ways of thinking that the three witches shared, they simply felt no attraction whatsoever toward men.

Until now, thought Dalia, trembling just remembering the last twenty-four hours of her life.

The first day she remembered under the shadow of her brother Harry.

With complete calm, the trio of Potters walked through the doors of Gringotts, Dalia frowning at the mocking stares of the disgusting goblins, who had begun whispering among themselves, no doubt thinking about the “entertainment.”

Or the damned beasts would find out today, she thought with perverse satisfaction.

With complete calm, the trio walked toward the banker who, as usual, continued writing, ignoring them.

"Good morning" said her brother with a polite tone, being ignored by the filthy beast, like always happened to Dalia and her mother.

Oh, but this time, Harry came with them, and he would not tolerate these insults.

Without making a single gesture, all the papers on the putrid creature’s desk burst into powerful golden flames so intense that all the gold, silver, jewels and documents being evaluated were reduced to ash in seconds, curiously leaving the wood of the desk intact.

“AAHHG—!” screamed the goblin, horrified as he looked desperately around, at least until her brother’s voice, cold and dangerous, made itself known.

“Harry, Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter, here to claim the family vaults.”

At those words, the goblin in question looked up and stared at Harry, his face twisted with fury.

“Who the hell do you think you are to—AAHHHHGG—!” the words of the horrible beast were cut off when one of the golden hands, one of Harry’s favorite spells apparently, emerged from the ground, shattering the desk and grabbing the goblin by the face, only to slam him against the pristine floor of Gringotts.

“It was not a question, it was an order, be a good beast and obey,” said her brother, as the hand threw the terrified goblin toward the back of the lobby, who quickly got up and fled into the depths of the cave.

Dalia watched as her mother looked at Harry with absolute fear, but her brother simply replied with complete calm.

“Behind me.”

Both obeyed instantly, although the young Potter looked around with some wariness, watching as a regiment of armored goblins entered the lobby, causing the few wizards inside Gringotts to begin fleeing while screaming.

“Shit…” whispered Dalia, as the evident captain of the goblins stepped forward, while the rest aimed with clearly enchanted crossbows.

“You have attacked a goblin in—”

Alas, Harry moved his hand indifferently, silencing the captain the same way he had done with Headmaster Dumbledore.

Erasing his mouth.

“I have no interest in hearing your putrid voice, the Potter vaults, by right belonging to my mother and sister in my absence, but now I am here so, you will take me to them, you will open them for me, and we will take the entire Potter fortune.”

Dalia looked at her brother with absolute surprise upon hearing those words, while her mother tried to stop this madness.

“Harry… I’m not sure about this, we—”

However, her mother’s voice was silenced instantly the moment Harry raised a single finger with complete calm.

A gesture that Dalia understood instantly, that he would take care of everything, that neither she nor her mother had to worry about anything.

And the goblins’ response? To show their sharp teeth like the beasts they were and fire all their crossbows at her brother, who, evidently, had been waiting for that action.

All the crossbow bolts stopped mid-air, still charged with the particular magic of the goblins, who stared in disbelief at Harry’s actions.

“I could read your thoughts, you know? All of you are putrid creatures, enjoying inflicting pain on others, you boasted about the entertainment, about how the foolish Lily Potter returned to beg for scraps,” said her brother in a calm tone of voice, although Dalia had no doubt that Harry was furious.

“However, you made a grave mistake, you meddled with my family,” he said, making a dismissive gesture, destroying the goblin magic within the steel bolts and charging them with his own.

Immediately after, the now golden projectiles shot out across the entire lobby, with lethal precision and at a simply absurd speed, so fast that none of the goblins had time to react.

The deadly magical projectiles began to pierce the goblins’ bodies while screams of agony and suffering flooded the atrium.

Dalia watched with perverse pleasure, remembering all the humiliations, the contemptuous looks and the cruel comments every time her mother came, always being rejected from accessing the Potter gold.

Her brother was merciless, all the goblins, without exception, fell victim to his fury, the golden projectiles pierced knees, elbows and wrists, leaving a mysterious crimson and sickly magic within the agonizing beings.

It did not matter the luxurious enchanted clothing the putrid beasts wore, trying to hide their poisonous nature, nor did it matter the armor forged from the famous goblin steel, everything fell before the relentless assault of her brother.

Seconds later, all the goblins present were on the ground, groaning in pain and agony, but surprisingly, all alive.

And Dalia doubted it was due to her brother’s mercy.

Another of Harry’s hands appeared, lifting the goblin captain as if he were nothing more than a doll, raising him up to the imposing face of her brother.

Slowly, the enormous hand began to apply a simply brutal pressure, making the goblin shriek in agony, all under Harry’s relentless gaze.

“AAHHGHHG MERCY, MERCY!!” begged the goblin, finding none.

“The same you showed my mother and sister, disgusting cockroach?” her brother spat, his bicolored gaze shining like stars, emitting a magical power that simply could not be from this world.

“Which are the Potter vaults?” roared her brother, demanding answers, and with an agonizing scream, the captain broke, spilling the entire truth.

The Potter family had three vaults, one in Harry’s name, which his father, Lord James, had placed under his name at the moment of his birth, the vault assigned to his mother, which was almost empty, and finally, the family vault, hidden in the depths of the bank.

Dalia thought it was over, that Harry would take the Potter belongings and they would leave this horrible place, however, her brother was not finished with the goblins, it seemed.

Harry continued applying pressure, now adding a second hand and torturing the goblin.

“I can see the disgusting truth in your horrid eyes, do not be a fucking coward for the first time in your pathetic existence and tell me your plans for my family’s belongings,” Harry spat, completely furious.

The terrified goblin spoke instantly, about how they planned to do with the Potter gold what they had done with several families in the past, take the gold and properties for themselves.

Dalia listened, growing angrier and angrier as the putrid being, who seemed incapable of holding himself back for some reason, revealed each and every one of the goblins’ dirty secrets.

They had done it to the Prewetts, the Rosiers, the McKinnons, and they planned to do the same to the Potters.

Dalia looked at her mother, who had remained silent throughout the entire visit, but her gaze was clear, Lily Potter was pleased with the result, years of humiliation and begging, seeing the beasts subdued was… liberating for both of them.

“Enough,” her brother snapped, making a twisting motion with his hand and causing the goblin’s elbows and knees to rotate one hundred and eighty degrees, making him shriek in agony, at least until Harry used his body to slam him against the floor of Gringotts with indifference.

Immediately after, he raised his right hand, curiously in a way that left only his index finger pointing upward, for a few moments nothing happened.

Until…

A simply overwhelming power began to manifest, condensing an enormous amount of blue-colored magic, forming two massive orbs that seemed to pulse with a power never seen before.

The magic took the shape of a pair of twin moons, one white, emitting a glow of the same color, while the other was a black moon, of far more chaotic and volatile energy, but no less powerful than its counterpart.

The goblins, of course, were utterly terrified, unable to comprehend what the hell was happening.

The captain even looked at her brother and whispered, completely terrified.

“What… what are you?”

Harry looked at the subdued beast, his hand still raised, and replied, his words so powerful that Dalia felt a chill run through her, at the same time that an intense heat flooded her lower body.

“I am Harry Potter, Elden King of the Lands Between, Lord of Leyndell.”

And without wasting another second, Harry lowered his finger, causing the imposing moons to begin descending toward the floor of Gringotts, making the entire place tremble unstably, unable to withstand the monstrous magical power of his magic.

After a few seconds, both moons pierced through the atrium floor and continued their constant descent, exposing the lower levels of Gringotts.

“Oh Merlin,” said her mother, watching the ever-growing hole, Dalia was able to see the low-security vaults, many of them being destroyed by her brother’s magical attack, then came the rails and the enormous network of caves inside, all illuminated by the imposing and unstoppable moons.

The goblins watched in utter devastation the state of their home, their gold and everything they considered precious, while Harry destroyed the caves down to their foundations.

Dalia did not truly know the full extent of the damage, but she was certain that the goblins would take years or even decades to recover from what her brother had just done.

Immediately after, her brother made another gesture with his hand, causing a kind of metallic screech and a rumble similar to falling rock to echo from the dark abyss.

For several seconds nothing really happened, at least until something massive and metallic emerged from the hole, something resembling a chunk of rock from the interior of Gringotts.

For a moment, Dalia was genuinely confused, but with a spark of admiration on her face, one that, she noticed, her mother also shared, who could not stop looking at Harry with obsession and pride.

And a little bit of lust.

The massive chunk of rock emerged, revealing that it was not simple stone from the goblins’ mine, but rather the family vault of House Potter, the one that contained the gold, documents and secrets of her family.

“This belongs to House Potter,” he said calmly, at the same time the vault began to shrink and levitate toward Harry, who simply took it once it reached the size of a marble and stored it within his robes, under the shattered gaze of the goblins.

For a moment, Dalia thought this would be the end, that now that they had the Potter gold they would simply leave and prepare to face the consequences of her brother’s actions.

Alas, it seemed Harry was not finished.

A golden aura, powerful and divine, surrounded her brother, his eyes shining like two suns, overwhelming and unstoppable.

And then, he spoke, but not with his usual voice, but with one deeper, more ethereal and powerful.

The voice of a God.

“I, HARRY POTTER, SOVEREIGN OF LEYNDELL, CURSE YOU! CURSED BE YOUR RACE! MAY ALL THE GOLD YOU TOUCH TURN TO ASH, MAY ALL THE WEAPONS YOU FORGE CRUMBLE INSTANTLY, MAY YOU NEVER AGAIN RAISE A WEAPON TO ABUSE ANOTHER, IN THE NAME OF THE ERDTREE, I CURSE YOU GOBLIN RACE!!”

As those words ended, Dalia felt a disturbance, making her shudder as she felt a kind of invisible wave of power spread throughout the bank, causing the goblins to begin writhing in total agony.

Some of them, those wearing armor, began to tear it off, as if the contact of steel against their skin burned them.

Seeing this, the captain looked at Harry with pleading eyes and cried out.

“What have you done? No, no, mercy, mercy!” he sobbed, humiliating himself at her brother’s feet, the scene so pathetic that her mother hesitated for a moment, looking at the putrid creature with something close to pity.

Lily was about to speak, but Dalia quickly took her hand firmly and shook her head.

“No, we stand with Harry, these things planned to rob us and leave us in the streets, do not feel pity for such disgusting beings,” said Dalia with determination, making Lily look at her firmly before nodding and responding.

“You’re… you’re right,” said her mother, now returning her gaze to the pitiful state of Gringotts, the goblins, a proud, powerful and ancient race reduced to… this.

Gringotts in ruins, the goblins deprived of what gave them the most pleasure, weapons, gold and war.

The putrid beasts would take decades to recover, perhaps more.

Alas, that was no longer their problem, they had the Potter gold, the true purpose of this visit.

“Do not mistake my mercy for weakness, creature, I spare your pathetic life simply because you are not worth the effort of executing your miserable race, however, if you become a nuisance again, I will make sure all of Gringotts collapses upon that beautiful and fragile city you call a capital,” her brother threatened, making every single goblin nod, many of them sobbing, completely broken by the destruction of the bank.

“We should go, Harry, this… will have consequences,” said her mother cautiously, but fully supporting her son, taking his hand calmly.

Her brother nodded calmly and without another word, manifested one of those golden portals and, taking both of them by the waist, guided them back home.

Leaving behind a terrible chaos, a humiliated and broken goblin nation, and a red-haired witch, Head of the DMLE, with the worst headache of her life.

Amelia Bones, Diagon Alley.

“Everyone back, stay away from Gringotts!” the witch shouted firmly, as her Aurors established a security perimeter, keeping civilians away.

Amelia opened the bank doors with her wand in a single strike, expecting fierce resistance, perhaps even lethal force.

However… what she found was completely different.

She found a completely destroyed Gringotts atrium, goblins of all kinds, warriors and bankers groaning in total ruin, while praying to their axes and crossbows with broken hearts, many others simply stared into nothing, lost in their turbulent thoughts.

And although the goblins’ state was disturbing, everything paled in comparison to the massive and terrifying hole in the center of the atrium, exposing like never before all the protective layers of Gringotts, completely laid bare.

“The lion… beware… the golden lion…” muttered a goblin, repeating it over and over, clearly mentally broken from the ordeal.

“What… what the hell happened here?” the red-haired witch wondered, unsure of what had occurred, but Amelia Bones would get to the bottom of this.

One way or another.