New And Improved Harry Potter

Amelia's POV

Amelia finally made it to a teller, she came up to the goblin and said, "I need to speak to someone who handles 'dark' objects." She made sure to keep her voice low.

"How 'dark'?" the teller asked just as quietly, already putting his finger on the alarm for the bank.

"Soul magic," she leaned over and whispered to him as to not cause a commotion. She got one anyway.

The goblin quickly pushed the alarm and for the second time that month Gringotts closed. Everyone was hurriedly shuffled out, barring Bones. She stood there a bit baffled that they would go to such means at the mere mention of the words. She knew they wouldn't like it, but really. Four goblins suddenly appeared around her with spikes at the ready. She made sure to keep her hands in sight, not wanting an incident.

"You, follow me," Snarlfist demanded as he appeared at her side.

"May I ask why you closed the bank?" she asked politely, letting the goblin lead her further into the bank. "I merely wanted to speak to someone."

"We do not take chances with soul magic. It is too risky, and the rituals involved are dark and always deadly. There are too many things that can go wrong. At your mention of it, it is standard procedure that you undergo an examination to make sure that you are not possessed. We have already been robbed once by a possessed person, this will not happen again," Snarlfist explained to her as he led her to a room with a healer, who was wearing a strange headdress. He was still angry over the fact that a human had started using intent magic to get through the wards of the bank, and he was sure that that human was involved in this as well.

Amelia held up her hand and stated, "I am not possessed; however, I carry with me an object that is a horcrux." She didn't want to leave anything to chance. "I came to ask for your help in locating and destroying them."

The still unnamed healer pointed her to the center of the room, where a ritual circle was carved into the floor. All curse-breakers were required to make use of is when returning to the country.

"Due to the treaties we have with your people, we are limited to the bank. If there is one here. we can confiscate it and eliminate it," was the snarled reply.

"That's more than I had hoped for really, though I was hoping you could find them," she sighed as she moved to the circle. She put her hand in her pocket and handed the ball to Snarlfist.

"There is no magic to uses one to find another, it is inherent in the ritual used to create them," the grumpy goblin explained. They had run into many of these in their explorations of digs around the world. Egypt was full of them. Gringotts had done extensive research on them. They wanted to know how long the soul would last when the wizard who made them was… killed. If said wizard was a wraith, how long would it take until the soul piece died. Their reading on Herpo the Foul, led them nowhere. That vile man only discovered how to make them, but since he wasn't around anymore there must be a time limit. He took the toy and waved his hand over it and snarled, "This is a child's toy."

"That's what I thought as well. However, I am told that it is hidden very well. I would never waste your time or money on a prank."

Snarlfist growled again. More intent magic, he knew that the stupid wizard, whose name they still didn't know, was involved. He had thought adding his signature to the wards would prevent anything he had his hands in from coming into the bank. It was not a nice surprise to see he was wrong. They would have to do something to stop this wizard, their security demanded it.

"Whose soul is it supposed to be?" the goblin in the headdress asked as she too waved her hand over the ball, very impressed at the shields on it.

"Voldemort's," Amelia answered, with a small shiver, not wanting to waste their time.

The two goblins hissed and Snarlfist dropped the ball. It started bouncing in front of him. He had a vague thought that the soul piece was getting slammed around and that brightened his attitude a bit. "I will take this up the chain of command. We will see about searching the vaults. Normally, we don't care what you keep in them, but these are abominations that need to be eliminated," he said, catching the ball on the fourth bounce.

"That's all I ask," she agreed.

"Is this all you can tell us?" Snarlfist asked, hoping that she could name the blasted wizard that was making child's play of their wards.

"Yes, I am under oath to say no more," she answered sadly. She'd loved to be of more help, but her oath to office and her promise to Lupin tied her hands.

"Fine," the surly goblin said as he stormed out of the room. Once more disappointed that he couldn't 'question' anyone… again.

The goblin in the headdress performed a quick ritual to see if Amelia had been possessed or influenced by the soul magic in any way. She hadn't, so she was sent on her way. The bank remained closed for the rest of the day, while the goblins did their search. They did find the cup, and were incensed, and vowed that Voldemort and his followers would not get the drop on the goblin nation. No, they would not be caught unaware. It was with great glee they threw them in the furnace used for smelting. It was equivalent to Fiendfyre, so it did the job. The screams were music to their souls.

A small note was sent to Amelia that both objects had been destroyed, because she was the one who brought this to their attention.

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