A/N: Thank you all for the reviews. It is nice to see that some do appreciate the work that I do. And your reviews definitely give me the incentive to continue writing as best I can. I warn you all though, with my double major along with a minor, two sports, and multiple jobs, it will be difficult for me to update as often as I would like. I will attempt to update once a week. Though, if inspiration strikes, it may be more often.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is under the sole ownership of J.K. Rowling. I claim no ownership to her creation, and am receiving no monetary compensation for this work.

Chapter 2:

Gringotts:

"Mr. Potter," Ragnok announced "we have much to discuss, if you would please follow me." Harry nodded and followed Ragnok and Griphook further into the bank, after descending several flights of stairs and traveling through what felt like several miles of a labyrinth of caves, the trio stopped before an ornate set of doors. Ragnok retrieved a silver knife from somewhere on his person and made a small slit on the palm of his hand before pressing his blood covered palm to the center of the door. Ragnok left his hand in place for a few moments before the door began to emit a soft glow and then slowly opened to reveal a rather comfy looking meeting room.

"Please Mr. Potter if you would be so kind as to take a seat at the table, we can begin our discussion." Ragnok began speaking while ushering Harry to the table at the center of the room that was surrounded by 3 comfortable looking chairs. While Harry took a seat, Ragnok proceeded to place his bloody palm against the interior of the door. Again the very same soft glow was emitted before the door shut again. Both Ragnok and Griphook proceeded to sit at the same table as Harry, Griphook to Harry's right and Ragnok to Harry's left.

"Very well, Mr. Potter, might I ask that we continue our discussion in English?" Ragnok queried.

"While, I would like nothing better Master Ragnok, I am afraid that what I may tell might be overheard by unfriendly ears. I have secrets to share with you that must not yet be revealed." Harry responed.

"Relax Mr. Potter that glow you observed earlier, and yes I know you saw it, signified the warding of this room against unwanted listeners." Ragnok assured Harry in english.

"Ah, that is good to hear Master Ragnok, but please I insist that you call me Harry, at least in settings as informal as this." Harry said.

"Very well, Harry. Likewise, in such settings please refer to me as simply Ragnok, now let us begin." Ragnok continued before nodding to Griphook.

"Now Mr. Potter…" Griphook started

"Harry, Master Griphook" interrupted Harry.

"Harry then, Griphook to you as well," Griphook said before continuing "Harry, you have been officially declared deceased now for 4 years. In normal circumstances you would have complete access to the entirety of the Potter fortune as you are now 16 and the last living descendant of the Potter line. However the current estimate of the Potter assets is around 8 galleons, as that is the value of your wand, and the clothes on your back."

The look of rage and confusion was readily apparent on Harry's face as he spoke "What do you mean the entirety of the Potter fortune, and what do you mean my wand and clothes. The only money I was aware of was that in the vault Hagrid took me to in order to get money for my school supplies for my first year. I am pretty damned sure that there was a hell of a lot more money in there than 8 galleons. Second, what do you mean wand, my wand was broken when my plane was wrecked."

Ragnok and Griphook shared a look before Griphook continued "Mr. P…Harry, we know that you are aware of the Potter fortune, just as we know you know it is gone. We also know that you don't know where it went. We are aware that you came into the possession of several inheritances during your, shall we say, absence. Furthermore, we are not referring to your Holly and Pheonix wand."

Harry physically tensed up and looked at the two goblins warily, "Whatever are you talking about, I was stranded alone on an island for 5 years…."

"Harry, relax. We are not your enemies, we are actually your allies, Et ex omni quod movetur super terram spirant." Ragnok interrupted.

"Nihil homine imbecillius educatusque," Harry intoned before visibly relaxing, the confused expression melting off his face replaced by a look of cold calculation.

"I was not aware that Gringotts London was intimately connected with Gringotts international?" Harry asked.

"On the front we appear not to be as to appease the ministry's isolationist policies, but believe us we are rather interconnected." Ragnok informed Harry.

"Now Harry, we are aware of what happened to your fortune and where it has gone." Griphook stated

"Well, I would dearly like to know that if you would be so kind as to inform me, I would greatly appreciate it." Harry said while looking at the two goblins with interest.

"First, tell us Harry, are you aware of whom your magical guardian was?" Griphook asked.

"Dumbledore," Harry answered quickly.

"Quite right," Ragnok said "Are you aware of the marriage contract he created between you and a miss Ginerva Weasley?"

Now Harry's rage was genuine as he quietly and coldly responded with "No."

"Well, he created one, and apparently used blood obtained from you during your hospital stay after your encounter with Quirell to legitimize it. Molly Weasley dosed her husband with a powerful sleeping potion so that he would be incapacitated at the time Dumbledore presented the contract so that she could act in his stead. Thus, when you were declared deceased Molly Weasley was able to lay claim to the entire Potter fortune since young Ginerva was not of age. She proceeded to give Dumbledore half to fund his special Order of the Pheonix, and kept half for her family. Dumbledore gave a Mr. Ronald Weasley several thousand galleons to befriend you on the train, money which he took from your trust vault as was his right to as your magical guardian, and upon your death gave him several hundred thousand more. Ginerva was privy to the marriage contract as Molly Weasley trained her from a young age in the art of seduction so that she could seduce you in later years in Hogwarts, and should that fail, she also taught her to brew amortentia. After your death, Molly gave Ginerva several hundred thousand galleons for playing along as well. On a side note, if you were to go to the burrow now, it would give Malfoy Manor a run for its money in ostentatiousness and expensiveness." Griphook informed Harry.

"How can you possibly know all this?" Harry asked, shaking with barely contained anger.

"We have eyes and ears on all families who have family members employed by Gringotts." Ragnok replied.

"Well, is there any way for me to reconstitute my losses?" Harry queried.

"Oh yes, Harry," Ragnok and Griphook replied in unison, both smiling evilly.

"Then do it please," Harry stated.

"It is done, I will attend to it immediately." Griphook said before leaving the chamber.

"Now, Harry, we must settle the matter of your inheritances." Ragnok said.

"I agree Ragnok, what must I do?" Harry asked.

Ragnok produced a piece of parchment and a long slender ornate gold knife. "I am going to need a drop of your blood on this parchment. Once you do so, all inheritances you are legally entitled to will appear and we can go about claiming them."

"Very well," Harry agreed. He took the knife and pricked his finger. He then squeezed out a single drop and had it land in the very center of the parchment. A few moments passed before ink began to swirl across the page. A few minutes later the test was done and Ragnok picked up the parchment to inspect it before handing it to Harry with a raised eyebrow "This is interesting."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked while taking the parchment and reading over it. "Holy Merlin!"

The Parchment read:

The Inheritances of Harry James Potter:

Titles: Lord Potter, Lord Gryffyndor, Lord Hufflepuff, Lord Ravenclaw, Lord Slytherin, Lord Emrys, Lord Black, Lord Peverell, Arch-War-Mage

Estates:

Potter:

8 Galleons

Gryffyndor:

258,687,249 Galleons, 12 Sickles, 3 Knuts

Gryffyndor Manor, Avalon, various villas in France, ¼ Hogwarts

Hufflepuff:

212,357,114 Galleons, 10 Sickles, 1 Knut

Hufflepuff Manor, Various Islands in the Agean Sea, ¼ Hogwarts

Ravenclaw:

144,368,222 Galleons, 11 Sickles, 6 Knuts

Ravenclaw Manor, Ravenclaw Library, ¼ Hogwarts

Slytherin:

415,258,963 Galleons, 7 Sickles, 4 Knuts

Slytherin Manor, Slytherin Menagerie, ¼ Hogwarts

Emrys:

5,687,159,247 Galleons, 5 Sickles, 8 Knuts

Emrys Manor, Camelot, Merlin's staff, Excalibur

Black:

10,351,188 Galleons, 2 Sickles

Black Manor, Grimmauld Place

Peverell:

1,258,981,576 Galleons, 1 Sickle, 11 Knuts

Peverell Manor

Businesses:

Daily Prophet – 60%

St. Mungoes – 60%

Quality Quidditch Supplies – 80%

Knockturn Alley – 99%

Zonkos – 65%

"Damn," Harry muttered under his breath " I knew about Black and Emrys, but the founder's as well, Dumbledore's gonna be pissed."

"Quite Harry," Ragnok said, "as you can see, you are now the wealthiest wizard in Great Britian, and so to be the world once the reacquisition of the Potter fortune is finished. Now may I see your wand Harry, I have heard the tale of its creation, and I would love to be able to see it, perhaps you could shed some light on the questions I have about the method used to make it?"

"Here it is Ragnok," Harry said as he pulled out his wand "but those questions will have to wait, I have tarried here long enough, I must be on my way soon." Harry handed his wand to the elderly Goblin. Ragnok reverently took the wand and examined it, the appeared to be made of blend of Hornbeam and Walnut, the cores a Chimera scale and Basilisk Skin.

"I am truly astounded that you managed to create such a wand Harry, I do hope you intend it for good use?" Ragnok questioned.

"Indeed I do, Ragnok. Indeed I do." Harry replied before taking his wand and proceeding out of the bank.

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Headmaster's Office:

Dumbledore was just attending to some paperwork, when the fireplace spewed out a furious and irate Molly Weasley "Dumbledore, the Potter brat is alive, our plans are ruined. My family and I are going to be left in poverty again!"

"Relax, Molly," Dumbledore reassured "Harry has no knowledge of the potter fortune, all he knows about is his trust vault, which I can just say is empty because of the cost of maintaining his position here at Hogwarts. And even if he did find out, there is no way he can reclaim the fortune as the contract was ironclad. He cannot refute it."

Molly looked much more appeased now, but then something occurred to her "Oh, he is going to want to come visit. How am I going to explain how we suddenly have money, I know Ron told him we were poor?"

"Just tell him that you came into an inheritance. Because in a way you did, it's just his inheritance, but he needn't know that." Dumbledore told Molly.

"Besides," he continued "Harry seemed adamant about not seeing you, I suggested it to him at St. Mungoes but he didn't want to."

"Well, I guess that's okay then," Molly said "that means he won't be around for a while. Excuse me headmaster, I have to go inform my children and coach them on how to act around him. Merlin! It's like the summer of 1991 all over again." At this, Molly proceeded to floo home.

Surrey:

A tall young man silently appeared in front of the Granger residence. He looked at a piece of paper in his hand before looking up. It appeared that he had come to a decision right then and there and strode up to the door before ringing the doorbell. The door was answered by broad man with light brown hair, blue eyes, and of average height. "Good day sir, I do apologize for bothering you but I was wondering, is Hermione home?" the stranger asked.

The man who answered the door, known as Daniel Granger, or Dan, looked the young man up and down. He was taller than Dan but a good amount and definitely outweighed him, all of it appearing to be muscle. His head crowned with a mass of unruly raven hair and his green eyes were fierce. If Dan was being honest, this youth intimidated him, intimidated him a lot. "Yes, she is," Dan replied before asking "who would like to know?"

The young man smiled "an old friend from school."

Dan nodded before yelling back into the rather large house "Hermione someone is here to see you!"

The young man heard her response "Who is it!?"

Dan looked exasperated "He says he is an old friend from school!"

"Alright coming" Hermione yelled back then in a quieter voice that both the men could still hear "Come on Daph, let's see who it is. It better not be Ronald, I am sick of him trying to get me to go out with him."

The young man raised an eyebrow at Dan who smiled sheepishly back and motioned him to come inside before shutting the door behind him "She'll be right down, she has another friend here from school so don't be surprised."

The young man seemed to lose himself for a minute before responding "Don't worry…I won't be."

Dan looked at the young man surprised, that look was one he had seen many times, on the faces of his friends from the army and in the mirror, it was the face of man who had seen too much and he was surprised to see it on someone so young. "Well, I have work to do so I'll be in the office, they'll be done in a moment," Dan said before turning and leaving.

The stranger was standing alone in the hallway for a few moments before a form with bushy brown hair came flying down the stairwell, followed by another form with long blonde hair, screaming, "Ronald Bilius Weasley how many times do I have to tell you, leave me …." The rest of what she was going to say died on her tongue as she and her friend got a good look at the young man standing with his back to them. Both girls seemed to lose themselves for a minute in admiration. He was tall, and obviously well-muscled, his broad shoulders tapering to a very narrow waist. He turned around and caught the girls staring before giving a slight lopsided smirk; both were immediately mesmerized by his striking emerald green eyes that contrasted so well with his raven hair.

"Hello Hermione," the young man spoke "it has been a while but it's good to see you again."

Hermione looked a little flustered before responding "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

The young man's smirk grew a little more pronounced while he gave his reply "You do, though I will again say, it has been quite a while since I saw you last…"

Hermione glanced at her friend questioningly her friend looking just as puzzled "Again I'm sorry but I really don't know who you are."

The young man seemed to pause for minute as though he was thinking quite deeply before saying "Me…Books! and cleverness! There are more important thing, like friendship and bravery and…"

Hermione's eyes widened and she let out a small squeak before fainting to the floor.

The young man smirked and muttered, "Well, that seemed to do the trick. Boy am I in for it when she wakes up." Before turning his attention to her friend with a look of quiet confusion and some concentration he asked, "And who might you be?"

Hermione's friend for that matter looked rather angry at the young man for apparently causing her very good friend to collapse and responded in her famous ice queen voice "Daphne Greengrass, now tell me who you are before I get angry and decide to do something you'll regret."

"Greengrass, yes I remember you, you are a slytherin are you not?" the stranger asked and at Daphne's nod he continued "Well, if any would have branched out it would have been her." The young man's face clouded over a moment before it cleared again as if he had just made a major decision "As for who I am well, I'm told my name is Harry Potter."

At this Daphne's eyes widened and she let out a squeak before she too fainted on the spot.

'Great! Now what am I going to do, I can't very well go back to school if everyone is going to fall over at the mention of my name' Harry thought to himself. Coming to quick decision, he quickly waved his hand and levitated both girls into the sitting room and onto the couch, making them more comfortable before heading out to and find the Drs. Granger.

He found Mr. and Mrs. Granger sitting in the kitchen drinking some coffee, Mr. Granger was just tell Mrs. Granger about Hermione's other friend, when Harry walked in. "Ah, there he is!" Dan said, "I do apologize but I never got your name, I was just telling my wife Emma here about you and I realized I never got it."

"No worries, I completely understand. My name is Harry, Harry Potter." Harry responded.

At this Dan, who was taking a sip of his coffee sprayed it out all over the kitchen, and Emma just stared wide-eyed at the boy.

"D-did you say Harry Potter?" Emma asked and at Harry's nod continued "But we thought you were dead…."

"Well, I gathered that since both Hermione and her friend Daphne are unconscious on the couch…" Harry said, at this Dan started laughing so hard he almost fell off his chair "in actuality I was stranded on an island for 5 years and I finally had a way back so I took it."

Both Emma and Dan looked at each other before Dan said "Well that explains some things…" he trailed off as his eyes went over Harry's shoulder.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!"