The Throne Room of King Ragnok was vast and imposing, its cavernous expanse illuminated by floating crystals that radiated a soft, otherworldly glow. The walls were carved with intricate murals depig goblin victories, a pacts, and moments of profound signifi their history.

  At the far end of the chamber, atop a raised dais, sat King Ragnok. His throne, fed from silver bck adamantine and inid with veins of shimmering gold, was a testament to goblin craftsmanship. His pierg bck eyes fixed orio as they approached, his presenanding and inscrutable.

  Graldrik stepped forward hesitantly, his head bowed low. "Your Majesty, I present Princess Luna, Prince sort Harry Potter, and Lady Daphne Greengrass-Crocell, as you requested."

  King Ragnok’s gaze swept over them, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he leaned forward slightly, his voice resonating through the chamber with a measured, deliberate tone. "Wele. Your journey here, I trust, was... enlightening."

  Harry exged a gh Luna, his wariness evident. He stepped forward and gave a polite nod. "Your Majesty, it’s an honor to meet you, though I must admit, we didn’t expect this meeting."

  The King’s lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile. "Expectations often falter in the face of y, Prince sort. The matters at hand more tharansas.”

  The king takes a breath before his mouth opens again. “Bck, Cruze, Faust, Gryffindor, Lovegood, Perville, Pendragon, Potter, Ravencw, Slytherin. These are your names are they not?”

  Harry stiffened. Luna’s smile remained unged, but a flicker of curiosity danced in her eyes. Daphanding slightly behind them, furrowed her brow in fusion.

  "Eaame is a legacy," Ragnok tinued, his voice ringing through the chamber. "Eae carries power, influence, wealth, and artifacts that shape the fabric of ical world. bined in you, Prince sort, and you, Princess, these legacies form an unpreted force. The mere existence of your union warrants my attention."

  Harry’s jaw tightened as he stepped forward, his voice firm but respectful. "With all due respect, Your Majesty, these are just o me—names I didn’t even know half of until retly. I’m not here to leverage legacies or cim power, I am more than powerful enough on my own already. I’m here because the goblins otts have been honorable and trustworthy in matters of my vaults and my family’s affairs."

  King Ragnok’s smile deepehough it carried an edge of sharp amusement. "Spoken like a Gryffindor, yet with the caution of a Slytherin. I expected no less. But uand this: whether you cim them or not, these legacies bind you. I feel that you have already cimed the Perville legacy, which is rather suprising because the attempt to cim that legacy has killed many.”

  “Ragnok, if you are attempting to threaten my husband.” Luna says aloud airly.

  “We goblins would never dream of that princess. Please do not strue our words as such.” Ragnok respohe hasty response from King Ragnok echoed through the chamber, his sharp bck eyes flig back to Luna as if to gauge her mood. Despite his posed demeanor, there was an unmistakable tension in the goblin king's posture, as though he uood the gravity of Luna’s casual-sounding statemeer than most would.

  “Good,” Luna said airily, her silver eyes seeming to gleam with an otherworldly light. “Because if you were, it would make this versation very short, wouldn’t it?”

  A ripple of unease passed through the room. Goblin guards standing along the walls exged uain gheir grips on their ons tightening ever so slightly. Harry, notig the subtle shifts, fought to suppress a smirk it was so much more eaining whenever Luna was stumping others. It would be more apt to call it a verbal bludgeoning.

  Harry tilted his head slightly, his gaze unwavering. “Then perhaps you could enlighten us, Your Majesty, as to ere brought here uhe guise of meeting our at manager. If this is merely an academiterest, why the theatrics?”

  Ragnok’s lips twitched in what might have been a smile, though it bore no warmth. “An astute question, Prince sort. The truth is that your presence here transds mere financial matters. The Potter and Lovegood legacies—along with others entwined in your fates—have left marks upotts, marks that demand our attention.”

  “I always khe potter family was an ally of the goblin nation.” Harry stated

  “Right well, Luna… How much of your past do you remember?” Ragnok asks

  Luna replies with a so so motion with her hand.

  “Well, Princess,” Ragnok began slowly, his voice resonating with a tone of cautious respect, “it seems you may recall less than you should. The Lovegood name, while respected in the magical unity, while you yourself… Selene. Or just Luna. Are a goddess of the moon.” Ragnok states

  “I already khat, Although I t wait to see how Tia is doing. I bet she doesn’t even know of my return.” Luna states

  “Do the Greeks know of your return?” Ragnok asks

  “I meaia adopted Harry and I retly visited camp half blood. So what do you think?” Luna asks

  “If the Greeks know, then the implications of your return stretch beyond even the wizarding and goblin nations. You uand, Princess, that the awakening of a deity—particurly one as iial as yourself—creates ripples.”

  Luna tilted her head, her silver eyes gleaming faintly. “Ripples, you say? Perhaps, but it’s not as though I’ve been hiding. If anyone has noticed, it’s because they were meant to.”

  Harry crossed his arms, his expression calm but alert. “Ripples or not, we’ve got no iion of creating chaos. We’re here to ehat things are in order—our vaults, our business with the goblins, and whatever else es with it.”

  “:But husband dear chaos is fun!” Luna states with a pout.

  Ragnok looks at harry, “I wish you both a long and prosperous marriage.”

  Harry sighed, his hand ing up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Luna, love, please don't ence the goblins to think we're pnning to upend the world order for fun. We're trying to keep things stable."

  Luna’s pout deepened, her eyes shimmering with mischief. "Stable is so dull, though. Just a little chaos keeps everyone ooes."

  Ragnok chuckled, a sound like grinding stones, and ined his head toward Harry. “Prince sort, it seems your life will never ck excitement.”

  “Daphhe king of goblins is beio me!” Luna whines.