Harry kept looking towards the cup, it must have been of great importance for them to break the rules and store it in the vault. Harry suddenly fell and cried out as his scar began to glow an angry red, Voldemort was using their connection again and he was pissed. The pain was ten time worse from what he had felt last year, suddenly Harry fell and knew no more.
Harry suddenly stood up and noticed he was no longer inside the mines of Gringotts, but was now stood in the hallway of a very expensive furnished house. He could hear screams coming from one of the rooms. Harry, wand out, charged into the room and what he saw made him sick. There on the floor was girl who couldn't have been more than seven, Voldemort was stood over her, and was chanting. Harry raised his wand, but no spell would fire. He then charged towards Riddle, as he did he ghosted through the image. He got to his feet and then noticed the Dark Lord wasn't alone. Harry's eyes were drawn to a small silver cup that was now sitting on the table. That was the same cup he had seen at the vault. Harry also noticed there was a robed figure kneeling just outside the ritual circle. Harry watched helpless, as the girl screamed, and the circle glowed brighter and brighter. He watched Voldemort raise his wand, however before he cast the spell he turned and his eyes narrowed.
"Potter! You have seen enough!" Harry suddenly found the vision fading, until he woke up, and sat up sharply. What had that been all about?
"Harry!, Harry"
"Mi lord, Mi lord"
Harry's eyes slowly opened, as his eyes adjusted to the light two faces came into focus, one was his best friend Hermione, and the other was Backslicer looking a little concerned. Harry sat up slowly and traced his finger over his scar, it was still throbbing a little but the pain was gone. Something had made Riddle very angry, and from what he got to see then it had to do with that cup. Harry slowly stood with the help of Hermione. He brushed himself down. For now he decided to keep everything he had seen to himself.
"I'm fine Hermione, sorry Backslicer, allow me to be the first to say sorry for your loss."
The account manager was rather taken back by the young wizard, he actually cared that they had lost one of their own, most witches of wizard wouldn't give a damn that a goblin had died. Backslicer bowed at the waist.
"Thank you Mi lord, that coming from a witch or wizard is a rare thing indeed. He was one of our finest vault sorters he will be missed. Now on to the business at hand, if you would follow me." Boneslicer led both Harry and Hermione to a huge steel vault on the front of it was the house crest of the Black Family. "Mi lord all you have to do, is place your hand on the vault door. You see unlike the other vaults above that require a key, these vaults are magic related. Anyone who tries to approach them, who is not part of the Black family, or more importantly an enemy of the Black Family, well lets just say it wouldn't be a pleasant experience. Now Mi lord if you will."
Harry stepped forward and laid the palm of his hand on the door, he felt the Black magic well up inside of him and connect to the same magic that was being given off by the vault. Several seconds later the sound of mechanical locks could be heard. Harry stepped back sharply as the huge vault door swung open. Inside was were mountains and mountains of gold coin, but what had grabbed Harry attention the most was the two article of clothing hanging up. Harry moved closer and examined each garment, he recognised immediately what they were made off. Harry turned to Backslicer if to confirm his suspicions
"That's correct Mi lord, One is a suit of Basilisk armour in your size that can be worn, under your clothes and robes. It has been charmed to grow with you, both articles have in fact. The other is a set of duelling robes, again made from the skin of the Basilisk. Your late Godfather felt you will need both and commissioned for our tailors and black smiths too tamper both sets of garments."
Harry nodded and removed the duel robes, they felt a little weighty, but they would do very nicely, after all it was well known Basilisks were resistant to spell fire. It was then Harry was drawn to a Portrait of Sirius, the moment he went to touch it, Sirius eyes opened and he shouted
"Boo!" Harry jumped back in complete fright and fell on his backside as he heard the laughter coming from the portrait of his late Godfather.
"You really didn't think I would you leave you Harry did you. Before I died I had this portrait painted. I didn't want to tell you during the Will reading and thought it would make a nice surprise for you when you came here to collect your new armour and duelling robes.
Harry had tears in his eyes. "You stupid dog! Why did you have to go and get yourself killed like that."
Harry noticed Sirius' demeanour suddenly changed. "I'm sorry Harry, the old fool did warn me, but I couldn't let you fight alone. All I had done was hide, but it seems my back up plan worked you're now the head of the Black Family, I trust everything was carried out smoothly."