The elevator descended deeper than any cart had dared go in centuries. Griphook and two elite goblin sentinels stood beside Harry silently, their eyes never meeting his. Ragnok had ordered a full ceremonial escort—not for a mere vault visit, but a coronation.
The air grew cold as the ancient cart passed into a section of Gringotts closed off from the world. Runic flames lined the walls. Old magic hummed around them—magic that bowed to only one bloodline.
His.
Griphook cleared his throat. "Lord Athan… we are approaching the Vaults of Eternity. No wizard—no being—has stepped inside for over a thousand years. They are keyed only to your magic."
Harry nodded. He didn't know how he knew what to do, but his blood did. His legacy did.
As the cart halted, massive golden doors loomed ahead, covered in ancient runes from Atlantis, Olympus, Jedi glyphs, Kryptonian symbols, and more. Above them read the words:
"To the Heir of All – The Universe Awaits You."
Harry raised his hand.
Power surged through his fingertips—Jedi calm, Sith fire, Merlin's wisdom, Arthur's steel, and something deeper: the primal roar of nature from Jurassic Park, the echo of leprechaun mischief, the pulse of ancient Spartan war drums, the hum of a hidden Stargate.
The doors opened.
Inside was not a simple vault.
It was a world—a hidden pocket dimension larger than Hogwarts itself. Floating platforms connected by light bridges hovered over an endless void of stars and galaxies. Each platform held one legacy:
One had a Jurassic Park lab—complete with InGen blueprints, DNA samples, and his own private island.
Another held the Sword of Gryffindor… beside Excalibur… and a glowing lightsaber hilt.
One platform displayed armor: Mandalorian Beskar beside Spartan battle gear, beside Batman's suit and a Kryptonian cape.
Another had tech: Stark suits, Halo armor, Q-ships, and S.H.I.E.L.D. gadgets.
A giant crystal orb showed floating cities—Olympus, Asgard, Atlantis—and hovering above them: his personal airship, carved from Asgardian gold and powered by Force crystals and arc reactors.
Harry stepped forward. The vault responded.
A shimmering figure appeared—an echo of Merlin himself.
"You are more than heir, young Athan. You are convergence. You carry every title, every power, every hope. But power is not your gift. Choice is. The world above is broken. Dumbledore has kept you weak. But now… you must rise. Hogwarts waits. The galaxy watches. What will you do?"
Harry stared out into the vaults.
Then, with ancient keys in hand, he said, "I'm taking everything back."