Adopted from Slayer Anderson and Hikari Nova with most of the 1st chapter (Words: 2323 of 5813 is hers/his.) being the one he/she made so I'm hoping you enjoy!

Harry's body snapped up as if he'd been electrocuted.

There had been…something…

[Compatible Energy Source…Found.]

Young Harry's head swivels left and right, looking for the source of the oddly artificial voice that rang out through his small cupboard. There wasn't anyone in the small room that could be speaking to him and the idea of the Dursleys allowing him some sort of phone or video-game was ludicrous.

[Permission to connect to Linker-Core?]

Harry blinked, that had…almost sounded like a question. "Hello, is anyone there?"

[Contact confirmed. Viable mental sympathy channel established. Permission to connect to Linker-Core?]

"Are you talking to me?" Harry asked warily, the hair on the back of his neck rising uncomfortably.

[Affirmative. This unit petitions to connect to the Linker-Core of unaffiliated Mage Unit.]

Harry looked about himself again, sure that Dudley or…someone was playing a trick on him. "Look…I don't exactly know…what you're asking."

There was a long pause and Harry almost thought the…whatever it was had left. Then the voice was back. [This unit expresses apologetic sentiments. This unit also wishes permission to establish a power draw on your life force bundle know commonly as the Linker-Core.]

"Life force?" Harry asked, unnerved greatly now.

[Subject is experiencing a rise in stress levels. Anxiety is unnecessary, power draw will do no harm to human subject and will allow this unit to repair itself.]

"You're…hurt?" Harry asked, suddenly alarmed. "I really don't understand what you want me to do, but…if you're sure it won't hurt me."

[Affirmative. This unit will do no harm to human subject, behavioral programming does not allow for undirected aggression towards individuals. This unit will explain further, but power reserves are becoming dangerously low and human subject's Linker-Core is the only viable power source within several extra-dimensional units. Permission to connect to Linker-Core?]

Harry paused for another moment before making his decision. Something inside him, though, was crying out to help the strange voice and he'd always trusted his instincts. So, drawing his body up to its most official stature, he tried to match the official tone of the voice.

"Permission granted."

Silence for a moment, then…[Permission acknowledged. Linker-Core connection process beginning. Stand by, My Lord.]

Harry blinked before stars exploded behind his eyes. It was a feeling like no other he had ever felt before. His head suddenly seemed to be far too large to contain his mind and he felt his senses expanding to fill the gap.

Light, sound, smell, touch, and even taste: all were magnified a hundred fold as they turned inward and were assaulted by wave after wave of foreign and powerful sensations.

It was…intoxicating!

He felt more alive than he could ever remember in the seven short years of his life.

After what felt like a lifetime, but was really no more than a second, Harry's eyes opened to a world that had brightened several shades and was now in almost supernatural focus.

[Sensory and computational enhancement package installed into My Lord's operational software. Running diagnostic…diagnostic complete. Linker-Core connection operating a 100% capacity. Magical capacity estimated at 5,000. Rerouting magical capacity to auto-repair systems.]

[This unit's systems are currently at 56% operational capacity. Permission to devote all resources to auto-repair?]

Thoughts whirled faster than he'd thought before. Words, definitions, and meanings came more easily and he hardly had to try to understand his new companion. The sensory enhancement and computational software was doing its job, he realized, quickening his mental processes and opening up further space in his mind for other uses.

Ingenious…The thought crossed his mind and he felt a glow of pride flow from a link that hadn't been there before. Devoting an instant to refer to the problem at hand, he replied to his new companion. "Permission granted."

[This unit is now in recovery mode. Estimated Time to Recovery: 17000 vecs.]

Harry blinked, despite his new…thinking capacity, he had no idea what a vec was, but he did know that his companion would be out of commission for several hours…if not days.

Reluctantly, Harry relaxed back onto his cot and tried to get back to sleep.

It would be a fitful rest.

Harry's chores were completed in record time.

With his new mental competency, he systematically finished each task with an efficiency and thoroughness that brought a grudging satisfaction and approval from even the Dursleys. Reluctantly, they allowed the boy recreational time in the backyard, having nothing more to assign him that day.

He'd accomplished his normal day's workload in little more than three hours, after all. Harry would have none of it, though.

His mind was too busy, too active, to simple let it stand idle.

He consulted Dudley's little-used reading material as he volunteered to clean the miniature whale's room. Synapses fired faster and faster as whole reference books were committed to memory with an effort usually reserved for watching television.

He made lunch and ate his somewhat larger than usual share as he volunteered to clean Vernon's tool shed. Stainless steel boxes were broken open for the first time in their existence as Harry pulled instructional booklets from their packing.

He memorized them and devoured their methodology as his progressively more nimble fingers polished every available surface they could reach. When he found he had finished with the manuals and only half-through with the task at hand, he opened up the backs and folds of the manuals.

French.

German.

Spanish.

Japanese.

Chinese.

He couldn't read the languages and had no understanding of what the symbols meant, but he dutifully memorized it just to keep his mind occupied.

The tools' chrome finish sparkled when Harry was done and he turned his attention to the lawnmower, which was in a horrible state of disrepair. Harry pulled free a toolkit and began to disassemble the frame…

Vernon Dursley was a simple man who likes simple, normal things.

Money, the occasional glass of booze, and his family. Well, most of his family. The boy, his nephew, was usually among those that could sour his day by merely existing…

The dullard of a child was unusually industrious.

No, more than that, he was positively driven!

It had started last month. He'd finished his chores early, but instead of slacking off like he had been wont to do, the boy had invented new chore for himself. He had continued with cleaning, the moved onto repairing, then modifying. He'd set a pace that was grueling even for Vernon to comprehend!

The drill salesman was wary initially of letting the brat anywhere near the major household appliances with his tools, but after he'd seen what the boy had done to the lawnmower…

Vernon watched as Petunia let out a contented sigh as their nephew put the finishing touches on the television and closed up the paneling. Their electricity bill had been halved, they were paying a quarter of what they usually did for petrol and gas, and the appliances had never worked so well!

Thank god that little urchin had talked Vernon into letting him meddle with his car!

Mentally, the whale of a man congratulated himself, he'd done it! He'd broken the brat of that freakishness that ran in his blood and turned him into a good and worthy Englishman just like his kin! Just like his father had said, hard work and the occasional belting and who knew the wonders you could work!

Puffing out his chest a little more at the self-indulgent praise, Vernon marveled at the clear picture and booming sound of their new television as he and his wife and son gathered around the glowing television set for their two hours of "family time."

So engrossed were they, that they didn't notice Harry slip back into his cupboard.

Not like they would have cared much, anyway.

The small cupboard under the stairs had undergone a transformation in the last month, much as its resident had. The cot had been dismantled and replaced with a hammock to allow for full use of the space. The scraps of the cot had been re-forged into a collapsible workstation, whereupon sat Harry's latest project.

Assorted gadgetry for mundane, eccentric, and completely unlikely uses lined the four walls, hanging from hooks alongside an assortment of Vernon's tools. These, and the renovations around the Dursley household were the result of Harry's near endless quest to occupy his mind.

He'd grown used to it quite quickly and discerned counteractive measures almost immediately. However the…voice had done it, he was thinking hundreds of times faster than he ever had before and absorbing information at a rate that he was sure was beyond any normal human capacity.

To quiet the buzzing thoughts in his head and the nervous energy that had infected his body, he'd worked himself to exhaustion day in and day out. He did whatever he could think of, read dictionaries, and tore apart Dudleys broken toys to fix or cannibalize into his own inventions…

He worked until his body and mind simply shut down from sheer exhaustion!

If he tried going to sleep any time before that happened, he couldn't close his eyes without twenty or forty new ideas popping up, his fingers aching to get to work so badly that he'd torn his sheets more than once…

He'd have been irritated if those incidents hadn't spawned another outlet for his energies.

Sewing!

By god, needle and thread were his salvation more than one early morning when, having awakened from his fatigue-induced slumber, he'd realized that it was simply too early to get to work without waking his relatives.

So he'd cut, stitched, and embroidered and learned to do things with a needle that had amazed him for a time. His pathetic wardrobe was now, if not something royalty would deign to wear, at least properly respectable for a child his age.

And when he needed new material…

Well, one of Vernon's shirts or pairs of trousers went an awfully long way when one was Harry's size.

[Auto-Repair complete, My Lord.]

Harry blinked as his mind processed the statement and all its implications. "Systems fully functional?"

[Structural Integrity: 100%

Memory Database: 100%

Power Circuitry: 100%

Sensory Modules: 100%

Attack and Defense Modules: Inoperable Without Reprogramming.]

Harry nodded. He'd had his theories, but was now convinced that whatever had made contact with was a computer of some kind. "What are you and why did you call me Lord?"

[This unit is Designation Brilliant Wisdom: Research and Database Intelligent Device. You are My Lord due to your classification as the current Mage in possession of this unit.]

Harry stared at the wall of his "room." Already, his belief was being stretched thin… "Brilliant Wisdom…define Intelligent Device and Mage please."

[Yes, My Lord. Intelligent Device refers to any classification magic-capable piece of technology imbued with sentient or sapient Artificial Intelligence. Such devices are usually separated into operational categories:

This unit is a Research and Database Intelligent Device (ID), which means that this unit's primary function is to acquire and store knowledge. Secondary functions include standard-form attack and defense magical forms. These modules were rendered inoperable by previous circumstances.

Other units include, but are not limited to: Battle ID, Navigation ID, Construction ID, Constabulary ID…Would you like this unit to continue?]

Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on absorbing the world-changing information this non-physical computer was telling him. It was hard. "No. Please define Mage now."

[Yes, My Lord. Mage is a general term used to refer to any magic-capable humanoid. Mages possessed variably progressed Linker-Cores which correlates directly with the Mage's strength. My Lord's strength is rated at 5,000 currently. This qualifies My Lord to a Mage-ranking of "D." D-ranked mages are incapable of higher-order battle spells and are not usually paired with an Intelligent Device. Mage-ranks span from "F," denoting someone with no magical ability, to the highest confirmed ranking of "AAA." Extrapolation of the ranking system allows for a theoretical "S-class" or higher Mage, but this unit does not have a confirmed Mage of that strength on file.]

Harry didn't know whether to feel flattered or insulted that he was nearly powerless on the scale displayed to him. He blinked. "Wait…why did you ask me, then? Why not find a better person?"

[My Lord is the only currently available humanoid on this dimensional level who possesses a Mage-ranking higher than "F."]

The word dimension rattled around his head for several long seconds before Harry dismissed it for later consideration. "Where are you, anyway?"

There was a considerable pause before Brilliant Wisdom replied. [This unit is currently located one-half dimension out of phase with local reality, an area commonly known as "Dimensional Time-Space." If My Lord wishes it, this unit will shift dimensions to avail My Lord of all of this unit's functions.]

"Please," Harry asked.

[Stand by, My Lord.]

There was a flash of emerald light and an arcane circle appeared in front of Harry, the construct of light spinning as it was empowered. The ebony-haired boy felt a tugging sensation as eldritch energies flowed from his body and solidified into two bracelets, which launched from their floating positions to snap around Harry's wrists.

Strange runes glowed briefly before subsiding to the shine of regular gold.

Harry mentally goggled, he had not been expecting anything like that. "How are you…how can you be a computer with this little mass? Your circuitry would have to be nanoscopic!"

Translucent green screens popped up all around the boy, surprising him as he was bombarded with schematics for general Intelligent Device structures.

Spells…enchantments…magical structural glyphs…revised physics capacities…Harry stared unblinkingly as his world view was shaken yet again. Sighing deeply, he focused his eyes on the first non-physical tablet and he began to read.

July 22nd, 1988

Harry frowns at the extra letters for him. The five pertaining to payments from different locals he expected, the one about the 'goblin bank' grabs his attention though, and with what happened nearly a week ago confirms that they speak the truth. Brilliant Wisdom confirmed that the tattoos which appeared on him are in fact fairy wings hidden from muggles. Not even his relatives can find or see the tattoos.

He looks down at the Gringotts Letter again.

Number 4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging, Surrey

Bedroom Facing the Lawn

.

From: Director Ragnok Roydan

Goblin Director of Gringotts Bank

Diagon Alley, Leaky Cauldron

Charing Cross Rd, London

.

Heir Hadrian 'Harry' Jameson Fleamont Potter,

Your presence is requested immediately. Due to your recent inheritance some things have popped up that need tending to. Among those things are investments made in your name, familial/inherited investments, and illegal withdraws from your vaults by others. To rectify the problem we wish to speak with you in person.

The second envelope is a Portkey, or instant travel device. Simply smear some blood on it and say 'ready' when you are prepared for a meeting and the portkey shall take you and your belongings straight to the nearest Apparation Room.

Sincerely,

Director Ragnok Roydan

Accounts Manager to the Potter, Black, Fleamont and Gryffindor Lineages.

Looking at the smaller envelope, which is devoid of even paper inside of it, he sighs as he looks at his packed little trunk he placed and shrunk everything into. The trunk is shrunken to the size of a matchbox and it looks like a trunk, though a carved one instead of a real one. Using a sharp conjured pin he pricks his thumb, releasing the conjuration afterward, before he smears blood onto the parchment causing it to faintly glow. "Ready." He feels a nauseating sensation as he is apparently dragged through a tiny, needle-thick tube. Barely staying upright he finds a goblin a few paces away.

"Heir Potter, please follow me." Harry sees the appraising look at his professional looking outfit. The goblin seems to be stunned at his outfit and Harry can understand exactly why. According to many it looks like a master crafted, hand sewn formal outfit. Few ever expect him to have made it himself. After several minutes he is taken to a waiting room and he looks around. Many of them here are goblins. Walking up to the desk Harry decides to be respectful.

"Hello, can you please inform Director Ragnok that I am here? I can wait until he is finished for the day if need be." The desk operator looks up at him with a wrinkled nose.

"Very well. Please have a seat." Harry looks around and goes for the furthest seat from the door he can find before he sits and pulls out his latest project. Ignoring the curious stares he starts cross-stitching and embroidery stitches along the hems of the dress he is working on.

After several long minutes where quite a few are watching him an elderly goblin strides over to him and points something out. "This color would do better for stitching. It makes a nice contrast." Harry looks at the color she points out and smiles.

"I am planning on using that color on the collar area before making the majority of the waist area be different colors of entwining stitches to make a whole image. I am thinking that the bottom of the dress isn't going to be looked at much and so they won't need as much embroidery. The waist area, since it is so badly judged by people, can be more elaborate to make a person's natural beauty come out better." The goblin grins as she nods with a soft hum.

After that, several women in the lobby begin asking him questions relating to the image he is making, how he learned to be a master seamstress, and what else he can do. Then he hears someone clear their throat from just beyond the women.

Looking up he sees a Guard. "Why are you here?" He asks rudely with an obvious, snarky attitude.

"I came to meet with Director Ragnok. I have a summons from him and I decided to come and allow him to complete his business before speaking with me. It is rude to demand someone else's time, as I'm sure you know." Before the reply on his tongue leaves his mouth a larger goblin steps between them. This goblin garners attention rights with the more elaborate formal suit he is wearing.

"Heir Potter, I assume that you are ready for the meeting?" Harry nods before using a quick wandless-non-verbal spell to pack the sewing supplies and his project back into the trunk. The whole room quiets at the magic performed both non-verbally and wandlessly.

"Yes, Director Ragnok, I had assumed that you may be having a busy day and decided to wait until you had time but I think this urgent if your quick reception is to talk for itself." The goblin barely manages to process those words with the awe inspiring magic from one so young before he grimaces. Those words showing the truth in them.

"How perceptive; there is in fact a few things needing immediate attention. Also, it seems that you may be heir to more than we apparently have down. We have been curious about your mother being a squib born instead of a muggleborn." Harry frowns at the revealed terms before deciding to take things into his own hands. Thoughtfully, he follows behind Ragnok until he is seated in a chair.

"I'll be honest with you, I have known of the existence of magic for some time, but I never knew there was a community or the place called Hogwarts. I still haven't been formally introduced to the wizarding world so I apologize if I offend you with any of my questions." Ragnok's eyes narrow thinly revealing righteous anger before his eyes close, as he focuses on calming himself.

After his eyes are once again open he grimaces. "It seems our belief that your magical guardian has been lacking is true. I will briefly be quizzing you today to see if you are fit for your inheritance. Having your inheritance, in this case, means that you gain vaults, properties, and ownership of things. However, if I may request such, I believe it is near lunchtime." Harry nods to him before deciding to ask the question popping into his mind. Smiling softly at the goblin he concedes.

"I believe that you need your lunch to remain healthy. If allowable I would like to question a employee about different things pertaining to the wizarding world. This might save you some time as it means you eat and don't have to explain as much to me when we meet again later. Though a book for muggleborns might also be helpful." Ragnok chuckles for some unknown reason. Turning toward the side he calls into a side room.

n a matter of hours he has read a few guidebooks which are on the table in front of him. One is for general muggleborns, one for laws, one for Hogwarts, and there is even one on Goblin Etiquette on the table in the conference room he is sent into for privacy. "Are you sure that you are willing to speak to me so late in the afternoon? I hadn't intended to read this many books and go past your dinner time." Harry says to Director Ragnok.

The sneaky goblin has allowed him to read to his heart's content, reading more than thirty books in the span of nearly 6-7 hours. "Potter, I am aware that you are concerned for me, but I am perfectly healthy without more than two hours of sleep a night. I will be fine but we really need to speak." Harry sighs as he looks at the five books he has not read. Picking them up he turns to follow Ragnok, which is watching from the door with an amused grin.

"I am going to quiz you on those books." Ragnok says suddenly, as they are walking toward the guest room. Harry barely understands the man's words, having exhausted himself once more. After being placed on the most heavenly bed he slips his tops and his pants off before crawling into bed, never realizing that he had given Ragnok an eyeful. "Holy Helga, he has a toned body." Ragnok whispers before he hears a snore from the boy in the bed. He can't help feeling slightly embarrassed at having seen lithe muscles and abs to die for oneself to have. Shaking his head to get out of the stupor he heads towards the door before calling out.

"Wonky," The elf in question appears in a silent pop. "I need you to take care of mister Potter while he stays in this room. I expect him to be asleep for quite a while. But do make sure he gets a bath and that he is allowed a decent meal from the Leaky Cauldron from the Guest Suite's expense." The elf's large ears swivel around as she nods vigorously.

"Yes Master, Wonky will see to it." She quietly pauses before looking at Director Ragnok as he turns to leave. "Master Ragnok? Wonky think it be wise to buy several books for Harry Potter Sir to study. Harry Potter Sir seems very mature and while Wonky was eavesdropping on Master and his Guest Wonky noticed that Harry Potter Sir seems… too intelligent. Wonky also noticed that Harry Potter Sir would pause as if listening to someone for brief moments of time before barely nodding or shaking his head." Ragnok frowns, he had noticed it himself but thought he was imagining it until it repeated several more times when Harry was carefully considering his options.

"Wonky, I want you to keep an eye on him. Ania forbid he be possessed." He looks worriedly at the boy before freezing causing Wonky to look over at the glow from the bracelet.

[Greetings. I am an Intelligence Device known as Brilliant Wisdom. While I am sure that Master Harry will be amused at your fear for his well-being I am programmed not to harm any human host. I have been teaching him what you refer to as 'Wandless Magic' and 'Non-Verbal' magic. I have also been teaching him the schematics for creating another like me. Any questions need to be directed to Master Harry. Please understand that master now has my program, which enhances how fast he thinks, his understanding, and his mind in general, attached to him which is what makes him so 'abnormally intelligent' in a few people's words. I will be going into sleep mode now, I sense from your mind-waves that you do not intend my Master harm and thus I will not activate should you enter the room when he sleeps. Should anyone else enter without me being aware of them and their intentions I will automatically wake Master Hadrian. Goodnight.] The glow stops until they can't even see it as anything other than wrist devices or bracelets of some foreign kind.

Wonky looks at the thoughtful Ragnok nervously. They both know they have an answer but it also opens up new questions. Questions the device seems to refuse answering at this point. And Harry seems to be the only one who will or might explain the new curiosity. "Wonky, make sure nobody enters without the device being aware that someone will be visiting. Also, go get a few different books on laws, etiquette and the likes from anywhere you can buy them. Put them on the Potter Main Vault's Tab. I have no doubt that the young man will be showing his true colors, even at his own unknown risk." Wonky salutes him before setting off to work.

July 23rd, 1988

Harry yawns widely as he awakes on the most comfortable bed he has ever slept on. Remembering yesterday he sits up slowly, observing the room he is now in before spotting a being filling a trunk with books. It is akin to the British Brownie Fae, he believes. "Must hurry and have Harry Potter Sir's trunk ready for him. Harry Potter Sir needs more information on all laws, etiquette and even the different races. Wonky must complete the task before he wakes, yes Wonky must."

Harry decides to chip in. "Wonky can get them done as soon as possible. Even if Harry Potter Sir is awake." He mimics the sound of a voice similar to Wonky's before the elf pauses. She turns slowly before her eyes land on Harry with astonishment.

"Harry Potter Sir should still be asleep! How does Harry Potter Sir get enough sleep in five hours alone?!" Harry sighs, before he gets out of bed.

"I usually sleep at most four hours and thirty minutes. I slept longer than I usually do to be honest. I need to get to a bathroom please." The elf quickly points at a door before Harry enters and find the bathing supplies ready, except for the water. He quickly gets the tub full of lukewarm water before climbing into the bath and starting to scrub with the strange sand labeled soap. After several minutes he accesses exactly how the sand works.

After several, long minutes of thoroughly getting sweat and dandruff out of his waist length, thick and curvy hair he starts on his body. His body is more easily cleaned as it isn't very much or thick. As he gets out he notices a new outfit is on the small stand next to the sink. He quickly dries off before starting to put on the clothes. These are of a different cut and style but they are just as elegant as his homemade clothes.

After several moments he re-enters his guest room to find the elf from before waiting with a tray of food. Harry eats it all before handing the dishes to the tiny girl. "Wonky be told to tell Mister Harry Potter sir about the trunk with Mister's books. Winky gathered several from Mister's familial vaults to allow him to study as well as purchasing several modern law, etiquette and customs books for Mister Harry Potter sir to browse and read. Master Ragnok wishes to meet with Mister Harry Potter Sir after Lunch, which is in 8 hours."

Harry uses his magic to bring the trunk over to him before deciding to get started on the law books since they will be helpful the most. "Thank you, Wonky. Can you bring me some Green Tea?" Wonky nods before she pops away. Harry wonders over to the sofa and sits comfortably before he starts reading the first book he can get.

/.-.-=-.-.\

Harry blinks as Wonky brings him some lunch to eat, he looks at the clock to confirm the time. He carefully conjures a piece of paper before slipping it between the pages. He has finished most of the law books and now only needs to read the last 2 dozen or so of them before moving to the other books. The goblin law books have especially been helpful to him. Placing the book on the nightstand he moves to the desk to eat.

Once he is done eating he moves toward the office Ragnok wants to meet him in. As he arrives he sees the door is open and he steps inside. Ragnok is sittin in the chair behind the desk and Harry smiles, "Good afternoon, Director Ragnok. I've been reading the majority of the three hundred law books you bought for me." Ragnok looks up at him as he hears his voice.

A serious look is on his frowning face. "Heir Potter, we have been looking into your accounts all day yesterday and today and the news is bad. Apparently your former accountant was siphoning your money away from your vaults. Thankfully your mother limited everything to being money which can be drawn by your guardian and all those he allows access. However, compared to the rest of your funds, they haven't taken but a dent out of your money." Harry sits in the chair across from him, sighing with annoyance.

"I see. Is there any possible way we can get the funds back or take them to court? Especially my former guardian for neglecting his duties. I haven't even been aware of the magical world, as you know, but I have been aware of my magic, I use it often." Ragnok looks at him carefully as he clasps his hands on top of the desk.

"Heir Potter, I presume that getting the public involved will be the worst idea to complete as of right now. I want you to be able to put some of your etiquette knowledge to practice before having to stand before the public as a noble house member." Harry pauses to think about it knowing he is right. He sees Ragnok pick a jewelry box off a nearby shelf.

"What is this?" Harry asks reaching for it.

"Your inheritance test without the bigots of the Wizengamot." Harry slowly opens the box and sees the opal stone with a gold inlay of a owl with spread wings. Harry conjures some polish at the sight of the dust on it.

"When was the last time I was brought out? Poor thing." Ragnok chuckles at his sense of compassion.

"It hasn't been out in nearly 300 years. It will only accept those it deems worthy and there is a running joke being passed from Potter to Potter made by an ancestor of a curse upon the ring. They all think it is real so they fear trying it on." Harry sighs before looking at the rather dusty box. He uses a bit of his magic to clean the box, polishing the stones on the outside and freshening the box in smell.

"Alright." He polishes it until it shines beautifully. He smiles at his work being done before he sees it give a barely there glow. He carefully slips it onto his finger, mentally commanding it to do its job. He can feel the magic of the ring flowing from memory to memory before it settles on the memory of his mother's death. It then searches through his knowledge for several minutes, before it decides while shrinking to fit his finger.

Harry belatedly realizes that it has a mind of some kind. With that thought in mind he mentally thanks the ring for its favor and presence. Harry feels it vibrate briefly at the praise and thanks. "That took longer than it should have at your age." Ragnok says with confusion.

"It has a mind… and it was searching to ensure I am worthy… and it seen my memories and knowledge. Interesting." Harry ignores him for a moment while answering briefly in his self dialogue.

"I believe that most objects can be imbued with sapience, Lord Potter." Ragnok says politely. Harry nods before he turns toward Director Ragnok with a serious look.

"We need to start reviewing the investments and I want everyone but myself or workers known to be working for the Potter Family to be removed from accessing all accounts. Anyone not working for a former Potter is to be removed from the access list." Ragnok nods before he gets ready to go over the paperwork before he pauses at a thought.

"Mister Potter, what exactly is that device on your wrists?" Harry looks up at him, surprised at the question.

"It is a sapient device which helps me learn and is designed for research. There are different kinds, and this one is for research but there are such kinds as constabulary devices, investigation devices, battle devices, and several other types of devices. They are also noted on how to create more of them." Harry says as he realizes something. He looks at the utter fascination on the goblin's face before smirking.

"For a price I can make you one." Ragno looks surprised before he nods in agreement. Then they begin speaking about several different things.