Rockclaw made a couple of notes on a pad he had pulled out of his bag. "Very well, we can have them owled to you tomorrow. Anything else?"
"I would like to talk to Professor Dumbledore about this whole situation, so if you could remove the Fidelius Charm that prevents him from knowing he is a secret keeper, I would greatly appreciate it."
Rockclaw nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out a thin stick.
"If a Fidelius is only needed temporarily, a special Goblin version of the charm can be used, binding the charm's existence to an object like this, which is enchanted to only be nigh indestructible and can only be destroyed by a certain action." he explained to Harry, "In this case…"
He grasped both ends of the stick and snapped it in half, releasing a flash of gold light.
"Your headmaster is now fully aware of the secret. Is that everything, Mr Potter?" Rockclaw asked politely.
"No, thank you, Account Manager Rockclaw. That is all of the business I have to bring to you today." Harry replied formally.
"Very good…oh yes, before I forget…" Rockclaw dipped into the black bag yet again. Harry suspected that the interior was magically enlarged to fit a portfolio that was longer than the bag was deep.
"Ah, here they are." the Goblin withdrew a pair of ring boxes from the bag and passed them to Harry. One had an unusual triangular sign on the box that resembled an eye; the other had a gold lion rampant on a red field with a sword clutched in one paw.
"Those are the Heir's rings for both House Potter and House Peverell. You are permitted to wear them from your thirteenth birthday onwards." Rockclaw explained, "Please do not try to put them on before hand, as there are spells on the rings to detect the age of the person trying to wear them and will not permit someone under thirteen to wear them."
"Understood." Harry nodded as he pocketed the boxes, "I'm afraid I should get back to Hogwarts, as I think Professor Dumbledore will be eager to have a conversation with me about what we have discussed."
"I can imagine." Rockclaw said dryly, "In which case, I bid you good day Mister Potter. May your gold overflow."
"May you be successful in your own endeavours, Account Manager Rockclaw." Harry replied solemnly and he turned to look at the mantelpiece to look for the Floo Powder.
"The jar on the small table next to the fireplace contains the Floo Powder, Mister Potter." Rockclaw called over his shoulder with a chuckle as he walked out the door.
Harry flushed in embarrassment and reached in to the jar for the familiar green powder. Obviously, the Goblins wouldn't put the powder where they couldn't reach for it physically!
He tossed the powder into the flames, turning them green, and stepped forward shouting, "Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office!"
He fell into the network, thinking how much he hated this method of travel.
When Harry emerged from the Floo, he only fell to his knees this time, which he counted as a slight improvement over his rather embarrassing entrance to Gringotts.
"Ah, Harry my boy." a rather concerned looking Albus Dumbledore said as he stood from his desk, "Dare I ask if your meeting with Rockclaw has been…enlightening?"
"Yes sir." Harry replied as he stood and muttered, "Scourgify" as he pointed his wand at his robes, getting rid of most of the soot he had accumulated from his two Floo trips.
"I see…Sherbet Lemon?" Dumbledore offered him a bowl full of the sour boiled sweets. Harry politely refused and took a seat when the headmaster gestured him to it and sat back down on his own seat.
"Now then, I have all of a sudden recalled that I am a Secret Keeper for you as a result of the Line and Lineage Conquering Act." Dumbledore said, "Might I enquire if Rockclaw was responsible for my sudden forgetfulness?"
"Yes sir. He cast a temporary Fidelius Charm on the knowledge that you are a Secret Keeper." Harry replied, "He broke it, at my request, just before I left Gringotts."
"Ah, I see…" Dumbledore mused, "Yes, that does sound like Rockclaw. I presume he informed you of everything to do with the Line and Lineage Conquering Act, as well as the Bloodline Legacy Continuation Act?"
"Unfortunately, yes." Harry moaned, "How do these things keep happening to me?"
"Alas, it happens when one ventures into battle against the unknown." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling merrily, "Why, one time in my younger days, I had just fought off a coven of Hags in a forest in northern Germany and was suddenly beset by a swarm of Doxys, swiftly followed by a herd of Pogrebins. Dear me, I had quite the time getting rid of them. At the end of it, I was awarded accolades from the locals for cleaning the forest of the Hags and Pogrebins and was given the honorary title of Defender of the Forest, which involved me getting married to the mayor's daughter. It took quite a bit of wrangling for me to get out of it, which is saying something."
Lucky you." Harry groused, "I can't do that. The Sovereignty magic won't let me; especially considering Merlin himself cast the spells! I'm stuck."
"That is an accurate and to the point summation of your situation." Dumbledore admitted, "Did Rockclaw mention the, ah, consequences of not selecting your own wives?"
"He said that the Fidelius would be broken and the Wizengamot would be put in charge of selecting my wives." Harry said with a scowl, "Likely meaning I'd end up married to three daughters of Voldemort's supporters."
"Quite." Dumbledore nodded, "That would be, shall we say, sub-optimal for you in the long run, so let us bend our minds to ensuring that circumstance doesn't come to pass, shall we?"
"No arguments from me sir." Harry replied, relieved that Dumbledore was helping him.