THIRD POV

Griphook lead the party deeper down the tunnels until they reached his private office. He walked up to the doors and they swung wide, allowing the party entrance to their colleague's workplace. The group slipped in quickly and shut the door. Harry dropped his glamour and launched himself at the goblin who chuckled and wrapped the little submissive in a hug. Draco growled lowly and Griphook chuckled. "Peace little veela, I won't take your mate from you." Draco huffed and looked at Tom with puppy eyes, causing Harry to giggle. He let go of Griphook and attached himself to Draco's arm, causing the blonde to preen. They started quietly talking as Griphook sat down behind his desk, taking on a more stern look while looking at Severus and Tom. "I understand you reasons for bringing Harry here while under a glamour, but I must warn you to never try such a thing again. Harry may come under his cloak if he wishes, but we do not like amateur deceit." Severus looked quizzically at Tom, who glanced at Harry. "Amateur deceit? You welcome masterful trickery?" Griphook smiled ferally, showing off all of his pointed incisors. "Us goblins love a good challenge when it comes to our security, and Harry presents us with that. How do you think he broke in and out of this bank?" Severus cast a glance at Tom and he received a raised eyebrow. "As I thought. We wish to figure out how to stop things like that from happening with others, and thus, as a goblin nation, we proclaimed him one of us during a royal meetings. This won't change much, though if anything goes wrong, we will always protect your little one. He is also the last of his kind, so it is not that hard to cover up the real reason behind our declaration." The dominants' eyes widened as they heard the news, but smiled slightly in relief when they understood exactly what the goblins was saying. "Thank you, Griphook. The offer is very much appreciated." The goblin nodded in response. Their attention was diverted to the two submissives as Harry giggled, watching the juvenile dragon nuzzle his palm, its silvery wisps enchanting his sight. Draco smiled at his little mate and laid his chin on top of Harry's head. "What's your patronus, mon petit?" Harry frowned to himself, feeling an odd tickling sensation in the back of his mind. It felt like it was trying to tell him that his patron is had changed, as he was no longer under the emotional potions Dumbledore had forced into him. "I'm not sure. It used to be a stag, but I don't think that's right anymore..." Harry carefully stretched out his hand, thinking the incantation inside of his happiest memory- when Tom, Severus, and Draco enjoyed and complemented his cooking. Slowly, wisps emerged from his palm and the three mates' eyes widened as they saw three animals emerge. One was a young doe, happily trotting around Harry's antlers, while the second was a lion cub, laying in Harry's lap. The third was a juvenile occamy that flew down and started playing with Draco's dragon. Griphook gave a gentle smile at the shocked and scared submissive. "There is nothing to worry about, little one, this is natural. A trinity being usually always has multiple sets of threes. The more triples, the stronger the being." Tom and Severus smiled to each other as the facts fit together like a puzzle pieces, while Draco accepted the news and dismissed it, watching his patronus in curiosity. The way it interacted with Harry's occamy made him feel all warm and tingly inside, eliciting a silly smile. His mate was most definitely special, and Draco promised himself that Harry would never want for anything. If that meant his mon petit would be spoilt and his reputation would be ruined, then he could care less. Tom watched contentedly as Draco snuggled Harry, just plain grateful that his precious had made an ally of the goblins. He wouldn't need to worry for his little submissive's life if Draco, Severus, and he were indisposed. Griphook sighed quietly to himself and cleared his throat, eyeing the clock on his desk. "I hate to cut the moment short, my lords, but I have another post I must take up soon. Do you require any more assistance?" Draco let his patronus flicker out and stood up, Harry following his lead. "If you could, Severus and I would like to visit our vaults." The goblin nodded and jumped down from his desk, politely opening the door for his clients. Following Griphook, the dominant mates instinctively formed a wall surrounding their submissive once more as the walked the twisting and confusing hallways that made up the superior goblin bank. Harry smiled to himself at the pink aura that settled around him, feeling the wonderful sensations of being loved, protected, and coveted creep into his mind and calm his inner self. As they reached the railroad tracks- that were more like a roller coaster than a transportation device- the group got into one of the waiting cars and situated themselves accordingly, with a few protective spells cast here and there.
The ride to the vaults was a silent affair. It was not of an angry or awkward silence, but was comforting and peaceful. No one needed to say anything, as each person's head was filled with pleasant thoughts and emotions. Sadly, because of this tranquility, the goblin and the mates took no notice of the sinister being in a passing car, going back to the entrance of Gringotts. She smiled to herself in relief and greed, palming a certain communication coin. Her plans would not be ruined, everything would soon go as planned.