Harry Potter and All That is Known
Chapter 1: Inheritance
Leaning against a fence post, a young boy with raven black hair and emerald green eyes observed the empty street. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, even to him, soon the most powerful wizard ever to be known to history. Though he did not know it, his life would take a drastic change over the last month of his summer vacation. Surprisingly, this boy was quite eager to go back to school. Over the summer, he had been beaten by his overly drunk uncle, or guardian as some people could say, and was suffering from a couple of badly broken ribs and bruises. With this weight on his shoulders, in addition to the loss of his godfather just a couple of months ago, his life wasn't going just as it should. Infact, it was probably not the best time for a birthday. Unlike most teenagers of his age, he was not at all happy about his upcoming birthday the next day, even though he would officially become of age. In the world where he was from- the wizarding world- on one's seventeenth birthday, one was of age. To many people, again, this would be a ver happy thing, but not for Harry Potter.
He had lived all of his life suffering from the loss of his parents and loved ones. But that is now in the past, and we must start thinking of the future, for though the past can hurt, there is not time like the present to change the rest of one's life. That was exactly the deal with Harry Potter. He always brooded on the past.
Looking up, Harry saw an owl soar through his open bedroom window on the second floor of the house of number 4 Privet Drive. It was too early for presents though, he still had nine hours until he officially turned seventeen. Curiosity taking the better of him, he slowly made his way into the house and up the stairs to his room, wincing at the sharp pains in his ribcage.
Upon his bed sat an unfamiliar owl of an auburn and white color with a letter tied around its leg. Harry walked over and relieved the owl of its burden, just as it took off. He slowly opened the letter and read its contents.
Dear Harry,
It has come to the counsel's recent attention that you are now approaching your seventeenth birthday, which, as I am sure you know, marks the age of being of 'age' in the wizarding world. It was your parent's will for you to inherit their estates, extra money, heirlooms, ect, now. We would like to invite you to the firm's place to discuss your inheritance and fortune. Please come at 8:00 tomorrow morning. Due to your certain position, we have contacted Albus Dumbledore, and he has reassured us that you will be dropped off and accompanied by him to discuss your fortune.
Sincerely, Frederic Hopperty Head of the Gringotts Will and Inheritance Branch
Harry stopped. How much did his parents leave him? Why had Dumbledore not told him about it beforehand? These questions, accompanied by many others, ran through his mind. Well, atleast he would not be cooped up in Number 4 Privet Drive for his birthday.
The following morning around 5:00- an absolutely absurd hour in my mind- Dumbledore walked in the threshold of the house for the first time in sixteen years. Looking around, it didn't look very different since the first time he had set foot in the place. The only recognizable difference was the pictures on the wall now held photographs of a much older and larger pigish boy. Making his way through the house up to Harry's room, he paused. What was the sound coming from the room above? It sounded like a loud thumping sound and gasping breathes. Quickening his pace, Dumbledore shortly arrived in Harry Potter's miniscule bedroom. What he saw he would never forget. Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, Defeater of the Dark Lord, Soon-To-Be Most Powerful Wizard In The World, was being beaten by his wretched Uncle, Vernon Dursley.
Pointing his wand at Vernon, Dumbledore yelled, "Stupefy", sending Mr. Dursley halfway across the room, unconscious. Immediately Dumbledore turned his attention to Harry. Knocked out, bloody, bruised, and most likely in a deal of pain, Harry lay helpless on the floor of his room. Gently and fatherly, the old professor helped Harry onto his bed after clearing it of unopened birthday gifts. After this was done he pulled out what looked like a hand mirror and said, "Madam Pomfrey" into it. Immediately the head of the Wizarding Nurse at Hogwarts was looking at Dumbledore urgently.
"Come to Number 4, Privet Drive immediately. Harry Potter is in great pain and is suffering immensely." Without another word, the nurse disappeared and was soon in the tiny room belonging to Harry Potter.
"What happened, Albus" she said with care after starting to attend to Harry.
"I am afraid that he has been beaten up by his Uncle over these past few months."
"Well, I cannot deal with this alone. We had better get him to St. Mungo's. He has internal bleeding which needs to be treated with the proper instrument and potions, which, I am afraid, I don't have with me."
"Very well. I need to be on my way to Gringott's, however. Harry was going to go and talk about his tremendous fortune this morning with Frederic Hopperty, but I am afraid that appointment must be rescheduled. Harry is in no condition to be thinking about all of that at the moment."
"I agree with you Albus. Let's get going, or I am afraid it will be too late."
After these words were said, both of the wizards disappeared with a 'pop' and were off to their important buisness.
It didn't take long for the Wizarding World to find out about the Famous Harry Potter's Beating. It was all over the Daily Prophet the next day, in addition to his rescheduled engagement. Though Harry was healing quite well, Dumbledore made arrangements to have Frederic Hopperty come to St. Mungo's to discuss Harry's financial status.
Sitting up in bed, Harry was awaiting Mr. Hopperty, not knowing what was in store for him. His thinking, however, was soon interupted by a slight knock on his door, quickly followed by Albus Dumbledore and Frederic Hopperty, a stout man with brown eyes, graying hair, and a very friendly and jolly nature.
"Now, then, Mr. Potter. Let us get started. My name is Mr. Frederic Hopperty as you probably know. I am here to discuss certain terms with you."
Harry greeted him politely and offered him and Dumbledore a chair.
"Now, then, let's get started. We have a number of things to discuss today, including the ownership of ten estates, five vaults, and even some land ownership."
Harry was astounded. Ten estates? Five vaults? This was a serious matter now, Harry could see that.
"Now, then, Mr. Potter. You probably know that you are a descendant from Godric Gryfinforr, Merlin, and a number of powerful wizards. No? Well, you are, which is why there are such important matters to discuss. Well, I believe that we should start off on the matter of gold. You parents left behind five of the largest vaults at Gringotts behind for you, all of which are filled with gold. I assure you that this will all be yours to give or keep. Are you willing to accept that?"
"Yes, I am."
"Good. Now, the land includes 1,000 acres in France, Wales, Ireland, and Russia. That is, there is 1,000 acres in each of the places I described. Here is a list of the specific locations and important information. Oh, and here are the keys to the five vaults- which of course doesn't include the one you already have access to. Now, regarding the ten estates, I have a list here of all of the names and locations."
Harry glanced at the list. It read:
Lionswood- England
Pheonix's Lair- England Crestwood- England Bakersfield- Spain Contose- France Myersland- Wales Lakeshire- Wales Ryebeard- England Hogwarts- Unknown Camelot- Camelot
"Excuse me, but why is Hogwarts here?"
"Well, Harry," Dumbledore replied, "Because you are realated to Godric Gryfindorr, and he was the last living founder, it now belongs to you. In order to keep the school running, I need your permission to keep the School running."
"Of course you can." Harry said.
"Now, then. Your parents will is not the only matter needing discussion. Sirius Black was recently cleared, but too late. In his will, he left everything that was his to you. This includes three estates and two vaults of gold. Now, one of the estates is Grimmauld Place, and as I understand it is already being used by the Order of the Pheonix. Does Albus Dumbledore haver permission to continue to hold these meetings there?"
"Yes, of course. I already have enough estates."
"Very well then. Everything is in order. I will leave all of these keys, paper, and in formation here, for I think that Dumbledore needs a word with you. It was a pleasure doing buisness."
As soon as the man had left, Dumbledore started to talk again.
"I am very sorry about what has happened this summer. You will be able to make one of your estates your permanent residence. May I suggest, however, Crestwood. It is by far the largest of the estates and has a very large and extensive library, along with training rooms and high protection."
"Yes, that would be perfect."
Chapter 1: Inheritance
Leaning against a fence post, a young boy with raven black hair and emerald green eyes observed the empty street. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, even to him, soon the most powerful wizard ever to be known to history. Though he did not know it, his life would take a drastic change over the last month of his summer vacation. Surprisingly, this boy was quite eager to go back to school. Over the summer, he had been beaten by his overly drunk uncle, or guardian as some people could say, and was suffering from a couple of badly broken ribs and bruises. With this weight on his shoulders, in addition to the loss of his godfather just a couple of months ago, his life wasn't going just as it should. Infact, it was probably not the best time for a birthday. Unlike most teenagers of his age, he was not at all happy about his upcoming birthday the next day, even though he would officially become of age. In the world where he was from- the wizarding world- on one's seventeenth birthday, one was of age. To many people, again, this would be a ver happy thing, but not for Harry Potter.
He had lived all of his life suffering from the loss of his parents and loved ones. But that is now in the past, and we must start thinking of the future, for though the past can hurt, there is not time like the present to change the rest of one's life. That was exactly the deal with Harry Potter. He always brooded on the past.
Looking up, Harry saw an owl soar through his open bedroom window on the second floor of the house of number 4 Privet Drive. It was too early for presents though, he still had nine hours until he officially turned seventeen. Curiosity taking the better of him, he slowly made his way into the house and up the stairs to his room, wincing at the sharp pains in his ribcage.
Upon his bed sat an unfamiliar owl of an auburn and white color with a letter tied around its leg. Harry walked over and relieved the owl of its burden, just as it took off. He slowly opened the letter and read its contents.
Dear Harry,
It has come to the counsel's recent attention that you are now approaching your seventeenth birthday, which, as I am sure you know, marks the age of being of 'age' in the wizarding world. It was your parent's will for you to inherit their estates, extra money, heirlooms, ect, now. We would like to invite you to the firm's place to discuss your inheritance and fortune. Please come at 8:00 tomorrow morning. Due to your certain position, we have contacted Albus Dumbledore, and he has reassured us that you will be dropped off and accompanied by him to discuss your fortune.
Sincerely, Frederic Hopperty Head of the Gringotts Will and Inheritance Branch
Harry stopped. How much did his parents leave him? Why had Dumbledore not told him about it beforehand? These questions, accompanied by many others, ran through his mind. Well, atleast he would not be cooped up in Number 4 Privet Drive for his birthday.
The following morning around 5:00- an absolutely absurd hour in my mind- Dumbledore walked in the threshold of the house for the first time in sixteen years. Looking around, it didn't look very different since the first time he had set foot in the place. The only recognizable difference was the pictures on the wall now held photographs of a much older and larger pigish boy. Making his way through the house up to Harry's room, he paused. What was the sound coming from the room above? It sounded like a loud thumping sound and gasping breathes. Quickening his pace, Dumbledore shortly arrived in Harry Potter's miniscule bedroom. What he saw he would never forget. Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, Defeater of the Dark Lord, Soon-To-Be Most Powerful Wizard In The World, was being beaten by his wretched Uncle, Vernon Dursley.
Pointing his wand at Vernon, Dumbledore yelled, "Stupefy", sending Mr. Dursley halfway across the room, unconscious. Immediately Dumbledore turned his attention to Harry. Knocked out, bloody, bruised, and most likely in a deal of pain, Harry lay helpless on the floor of his room. Gently and fatherly, the old professor helped Harry onto his bed after clearing it of unopened birthday gifts. After this was done he pulled out what looked like a hand mirror and said, "Madam Pomfrey" into it. Immediately the head of the Wizarding Nurse at Hogwarts was looking at Dumbledore urgently.
"Come to Number 4, Privet Drive immediately. Harry Potter is in great pain and is suffering immensely." Without another word, the nurse disappeared and was soon in the tiny room belonging to Harry Potter.
"What happened, Albus" she said with care after starting to attend to Harry.
"I am afraid that he has been beaten up by his Uncle over these past few months."
"Well, I cannot deal with this alone. We had better get him to St. Mungo's. He has internal bleeding which needs to be treated with the proper instrument and potions, which, I am afraid, I don't have with me."
"Very well. I need to be on my way to Gringott's, however. Harry was going to go and talk about his tremendous fortune this morning with Frederic Hopperty, but I am afraid that appointment must be rescheduled. Harry is in no condition to be thinking about all of that at the moment."
"I agree with you Albus. Let's get going, or I am afraid it will be too late."
After these words were said, both of the wizards disappeared with a 'pop' and were off to their important buisness.
It didn't take long for the Wizarding World to find out about the Famous Harry Potter's Beating. It was all over the Daily Prophet the next day, in addition to his rescheduled engagement. Though Harry was healing quite well, Dumbledore made arrangements to have Frederic Hopperty come to St. Mungo's to discuss Harry's financial status.
Sitting up in bed, Harry was awaiting Mr. Hopperty, not knowing what was in store for him. His thinking, however, was soon interupted by a slight knock on his door, quickly followed by Albus Dumbledore and Frederic Hopperty, a stout man with brown eyes, graying hair, and a very friendly and jolly nature.
"Now, then, Mr. Potter. Let us get started. My name is Mr. Frederic Hopperty as you probably know. I am here to discuss certain terms with you."
Harry greeted him politely and offered him and Dumbledore a chair.
"Now, then, let's get started. We have a number of things to discuss today, including the ownership of ten estates, five vaults, and even some land ownership."
Harry was astounded. Ten estates? Five vaults? This was a serious matter now, Harry could see that.
"Now, then, Mr. Potter. You probably know that you are a descendant from Godric Gryfinforr, Merlin, and a number of powerful wizards. No? Well, you are, which is why there are such important matters to discuss. Well, I believe that we should start off on the matter of gold. You parents left behind five of the largest vaults at Gringotts behind for you, all of which are filled with gold. I assure you that this will all be yours to give or keep. Are you willing to accept that?"
"Yes, I am."
"Good. Now, the land includes 1,000 acres in France, Wales, Ireland, and Russia. That is, there is 1,000 acres in each of the places I described. Here is a list of the specific locations and important information. Oh, and here are the keys to the five vaults- which of course doesn't include the one you already have access to. Now, regarding the ten estates, I have a list here of all of the names and locations."
Harry glanced at the list. It read:
Lionswood- England
Pheonix's Lair- England Crestwood- England Bakersfield- Spain Contose- France Myersland- Wales Lakeshire- Wales Ryebeard- England Hogwarts- Unknown Camelot- Camelot
"Excuse me, but why is Hogwarts here?"
"Well, Harry," Dumbledore replied, "Because you are realated to Godric Gryfindorr, and he was the last living founder, it now belongs to you. In order to keep the school running, I need your permission to keep the School running."
"Of course you can." Harry said.
"Now, then. Your parents will is not the only matter needing discussion. Sirius Black was recently cleared, but too late. In his will, he left everything that was his to you. This includes three estates and two vaults of gold. Now, one of the estates is Grimmauld Place, and as I understand it is already being used by the Order of the Pheonix. Does Albus Dumbledore haver permission to continue to hold these meetings there?"
"Yes, of course. I already have enough estates."
"Very well then. Everything is in order. I will leave all of these keys, paper, and in formation here, for I think that Dumbledore needs a word with you. It was a pleasure doing buisness."
As soon as the man had left, Dumbledore started to talk again.
"I am very sorry about what has happened this summer. You will be able to make one of your estates your permanent residence. May I suggest, however, Crestwood. It is by far the largest of the estates and has a very large and extensive library, along with training rooms and high protection."
"Yes, that would be perfect."