Third POV

Harry quickly got up from where he sat in the middle of the ruin and ran to Griphook, dropping to his knees to quickly check his pulse for a heartbeat. Harry sighed and leaned back on his hands in relief, hair coloring lavender. Griphook was only unconscious.
A few minutes later, Griphook gave a quiet groan and reached a hand up to his forehead, sitting up slowly. Upon opening his eyes, Griphook jolted slightly, and Harry smiled. "Oh Harry, I though you had died... So good you are safe... You are okay, correct?" Harry giggled and nodded. "Master of Death, remember?" Griphook gave a quiet sound of remembrance as he rubbed the back of his head. "Are you alright Griphook?" His eyes flitted open, and he nodded. "Yes, I apologize if I gave you a scare, Harry." Harry laughed, a musical sound. It enchanted Griphook, and he knew he would try his hardest to make him laugh more often, the little submissive deserved it. "You do know your hair is lavender, correct?" Harry's eyes blew wide as he grabbed some of the hair dangling at his shoulders, noticing it was, indeed, lavender. Harry blushed and focused on turning his hair back to black. He gave small pleased sound as it slowly changed back to black. Griphook was slightly surprised, but smiled to himself, of course Harry would be able to control it fast, the submissive is special. Suddenly the blush on Harry's face deepened as he took a step back, curling in on himself again. "What's wrong Harry?" The submissive looked up, and bit his lip nervously. "Umm, I was wondering... if you could... bring my mates here? I think Dumbledore might have put them on potions as well." Griphook's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded to himself. "That would make sense, if they hated you so much, but are you sure, Harry?" He nodded, twirling his fingers together. "I just don't want them to see me though, just in case." Griphook looked a little skeptical, but, after appraising Harry a bit, he nodded reluctantly. "Alright. I will send them an owl for this afternoon. Do you wish to go home for the time being?" Harry scooted back a bit more and shook his head. "No... But I was wondering if I could get my apparition license now? Or is that offer no longer standing?" Griphook shook his head in disbelief, of course the abused submissive would not want to go home! "It is fine. We have wizards coming in at all different times for these. As such, I can give you your apparition license right now. I just need you to apparate across the room and back for me." Harry nodded and disappeared with a pop. Griphook saw him at the other end of the room for a moment before Harry reappeared right next to him with a fragile grace. Griphook clapped quietly before they were walking out of the room and back to his office. "Brilliant Harry! You passed with flying colors. You will just need to put three droplets of blood on a small card and it will become your license. Please, sit." Harry smiled and sat back down, pricking his right finger on his left incisor once again. After the precious lifeblood dropped from his finger onto the card, the blood was absorbed and Harry's picture, along with his name and special information, surfaced on the card. Griphook picked it up and held it out to Harry, who gently took it and placed it in his breast pocket, happy to finally be able to apparate on his own. "So Harry," Harry flinched out of his trance by the sudden sound, and watched Griphook, "would you like me to send the letters to your mates now, or later on today?" Harry silently thought to himself for a second, biting his lip. "If now would not be too big of a struggle, that would be nice, as I know they don't really like surprises." Griphook chuckled to himself at the submissive's behavior, and nodded. "I will get to that right away. In the meantime, what would you like to do?" Harry hunched his shoulders while his hair turned to an azure, but he didn't seem to notice as he looked through his eyelashes at Griphook. "Could I stay here...? Just for today, of course. I just..." He shrugged and sunk into himself a bit more, tearing up as the silence continued to grow longer. Griphook sighed and gave him a small smile. "Of course you can stay Harry. It's just that I will be busy the rest of the day, and no other goblins can set aside their work to be with you. I will just have to trust you-" Harry shook his head vehemently. "No! You don't have to trust me. I can leave, you could have just said no one wanted to spend time with me-" Griphook shook his head as well. "Now this is where I have to stop you. It is not that no one wants to spend time with you, but it is the fact that we don't have time for you. Every goblin here would never willingly miss a chance to be with you, Harry. As dominants, we treasure you already; we could care less about your Boy-Who-Lived title. Don't even think about it." Harry pouted under the stern gaze of Griphook, but a smile was visibly trying to push it's way onto his face as his hair turned a pure white. "As I was trying to say," Griphook playfully glared at Harry, "we have a secret room that we put all of our children in when both the parents are at work here. A sort of daycare, I suppose. I believe you would like it in there." Harry's eyes swelled with emotion as they became a kaleidoscope of colors and he smiled as tears trickled down his face. Harry knew just how important their young were to goblins, and he couldn't be more touched that Griphook trusted him to be with them. Griphook gave a quiet chuckle at the mood swings of the submissive in front of him, but gestured to the door. "Would you like to go now then?" Harry jumped up with a smile, his tail raised and flicked the chair he had recently vacated a few times in his excitement. Griphook chuckled once more and stood up, only coming to a little below Harry's chest. He walked down two unknown halls before walking straight into a wall and disappearing. Harry stood slightly shocked before he physically shook his head and smiled, walking into the wall to a place unknown to any other wizard alive.