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When he closed his eyes Harry could still hear the sounds of the phoenix song echoing through his memories. It dug them out one by one in full force and one by one Harry made sense of all the emotions tied to them. Each memory flashed by at the speed of thought. It took him three days of work to sort through it all, when he finally came to barely six hours had passed...he was up in time to make breakfast. That was almost a fortnight ago. Harry sighed looking down at the image of his late godfather's animagus form. Scratched onto paper by everlasting 'No Smudge" graphite, it wasn't the best drawing by any stretch. It certainly wasn't going to be hung in any museums but it served it's purposes. The Phoenix ritual didn't erase his pain completely but it did allow him peace of mind enough to focus and grasp the concept of Occlumency like he never had before. Though in all fairness that wasn't saying much since he had only ever dabbled in It after finding an obscure reference to the practice in a book during a lone study session in the Hogwarts library. His progress was slow going but Dhelila had said it would take time. In the meantime the new found clarity had...interesting side effects on his Occlumency training. Harry looked up as Hedwig his snowy owl flew in through the open window and landed on his bed.
"Hedwig" he calmly scolded. "You know you're not supposed to be flying when it's light out. Aunt Petunia is going to have kittens if she sees you doing that."
Hedwig responded by ruffling her feathers moodily and gave Harry a look that plainly said 'I could care less what that woman thinks." Harry smiled at her and went back to his musings. It amazed him how very human his odd little bird behaved at times. Harry busied himself with fixing up Hedwig's cage until a shrill voice interrupted the calm.
"BOY!"
Hedwig squawked, ruffled her feathers and sent a baleful glare towards the slightly ajar bedroom door. Harry smiled shaking his head at the owl's antics. He stood up from his chair and made his way out the bedroom door, which he could have sworn he had closed completely, onto the first floor landing at the top of the steps.
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry replied calmly.
"There you are, get down here. The backyard is a mess. What have you been doing all morning? Get down here and tidy it up before your uncle gets home." She drilled in an irritated voice.
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry said making his way down the stairs to the ground floor. As he came level with her Petunia added
"And don't you even think about using your freaky powers to make the work go easier...do it the normal way. You could do with the exercise, honestly if I cared one lick I'd demand you tell me what you do all cooped up in that stuffy old room. And just to make sure you stay in line I've asked Dudders to watch you while you work."
"Oh now I'm in for it." Harry mumbled as he made his way past his aunt to the back door in the kitchen.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
Harry knew his aunt was referring to the first "Incident" at the breakfast table the morning after his meeting with the Arc phoenix a few weeks ago.
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Harry and the Dursleys were sitting down to breakfast. He had spent all the while preparing the meal bracing himself for the wrath of his uncle for all the noise that had been made last night...but it never came. Vernon and Petunia were deep in conversation about one of the neighborhood boys who had gone missing the afternoon before while walking his dog., Dudley had his eyes glued to the television occasionally poking himself in the face with a bit of fried egg whenever he tried to eat and watch the telly at the same time. It seemed that the strange new creature, the Arc Phoenix Dhelila, had the wisdom to block out all sound coming from the room. Harry meanwhile was thinking about what he saw while Dhelila's song cleared his head. He had been racing though his thoughts and memories when he came across an early one. Harry could not have been more than eight months old, he was in the backyard of a fairly large house. He didn't recognize it but he assumed it was his home in Godric's Hollow. He was rolling around in the grass with a large shaggy black dog licking his face with a large rough wet tongue as he was giggling his head off. His parents were sitting by the backdoor of the two-story house smiling as their son played with his godfather. As Harry continued to go further and further back he had found more memories of his time in Godric's Hollow. The thought of always having these memories gave him a content feeling but even now he could feel them fading. He would have to begin his Occlumency training soon.
"BOY! Pay attention and go get the mail." barked Uncle Vernon startling Harry out of his musings.
"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry responded not altogether focused.
Harry stood up from the table and made his way out of the kitchen into the narrow hallway. He vaguely registered his uncle yelling "BOY!", but it came to him as though from a long distance. Harry entertained turning back to see what the great walrus of a man wanted but he was already so close to the front door. He bent down to pick up the two letters that came through the flap.
'Merlin, what are these envelopes made of, lead?' Harry thought as he made his way back into the kitchen. He heard the sound of Dudley snort as he tried and failed to hold in a quick laugh. Harry paid him no mind dropping the letters in front of his uncle and sat down.
"WHAT THE RUDDY HELL WAS THAT?" Vernon bellowed his face turning a violent shade of puce, staring daggers at Harry.
"What are you on about? I got the mail just like you told me to." Harry shot back confusion marring his features.
"Don't you dare take that tone with your uncle." Petunia snapped sharply.
"You know bloody well I don't permit you using your freak powers in my home." Vernon barked.
Now Harry was completely dumbfounded. He had not used any magic, he would have known if he did. Harry knew what magic, especially his magic felt like, smelt like, even tasted like. He had the Weasley twins to thank for that last bit but it came in handy.
Harry looked around at the faces of his relatives who had all turned to stare at him. He stared back at them with their varying degrees of mistrust and suspicion, and fear. Except for Dudley, he looked...curious.
'So why is my uncle so passionately claiming that I did do magic?' Harry thought to himself...unless...
Harry reached across the table to the letters I front of his uncle, picked one up, brought it towards him and proceeded to open it laying the letter smooth out on the table.
He looked around at the others occupying the table. The look in Dudley's eyes had taken on a sharp edge that was odd on a boy like Dudley. He stared wide-eyed at his cousin, then to his aunt Petunia who sported the same expression, Vernon on the other hand had an angry mix of smug satisfaction smeared across his face.
"You've gone and done it now boy, you're not allowed to use magic outside that dratted school of yours, you're going to be expelled."
"No I'm not." Harry said quietly not taking his eyes off the paper that lay before him, excitement slowly building up in the pit of his stomach.
"Oh yea? And why the ruddy hell not?" asked Vernon.
"Because...it wasn't magic that I did...it was telekinesis."
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He had sent Hedwig off with a letter to Luna when he was back in his room as soon as he had cleared the dirty dishes from the sink. He sat by the window waiting patiently for the owl's return. He was rewarded a half hour later with the arrival of Dhelila in all her shining glory with Hedwig stumbling across the bed towards her perch on wobbly legs. Phoenix travel...however Arc phoenixes did it must not have agreed with poor Hedwig. Luna's letter explained that some magical families carried special gifts that were passed down through their bloodline. She wasn't aware that the Potters carried the trait for psychic abilities but most families kept that knowledge closely guarded. Harry spent scarcely a second wondering why he had brought this discovery to Luna and not the obvious choice Hermione. He knew he probably would have gotten a more thorough answer from his bookish friend but he trusted Luna more, somehow. Besides, Hermione would have asked too many intrusive questions; questions Harry just wasn't ready to answer at the moment. After the new discovery Harry used every opportunity possible to practice this unexpected ability. His first practice was one that Harry would never forget. He had tried to lift his school trunk and ended up being knocked unconscious from the strain. What Harry found out was that his mental muscles were much like his actual muscles, they needed to be trained to lift heavy objects. He had started out with pens and and small books and worked his way up. Once he could successfully lift his school trunk above his head and keep it there for an entire day without breaking a sweat Harry decided to move on to more challenging endeavors like splitting his focus between lifting and doing other things. As part of his morning routine along with Occlumency meditation Harry woke up before the Dursleys, snuck into the basement and worked out with Dudley's weight set. Harry could now lift 180 lbs with his physical muscles and 300 lbs with his telekinesis (550 if he combined both efforts.) When he asked why he was advancing so quickly Dhelila informed him that he most likely possessed the ability from birth but it was made dormant somehow. With it now unleashed the power was being augmented by his magic.
Harry made his way out into the currently blooming backyard passing Dudley, who was lounging on a lawn chair, on his way to the shed once he gathered his tools Harry began to rake the dead leaves out of the grass. As he worked Harry noticed Dudley shooting him furtive glances. After ten minutes of this treatment Harry had had enough.
"Do you need something Dudley?" Harry asked stopping in front of him. Dudley just sat there looking up at him. When no answer was forthcoming Harry rolled his eyes and went back to work.
"What's it like?" came the quiet voice of his cousin.
"Sorry?" Harry turned around.
"What's it like?"
What's what like?" Harry asked suspiciously
Dudley sat there for a minute, looked around as if to make sure that no one was listening then elaborated. "What's magic like?"
If Harry had not seen his mouth moving he would not have believed that Dudley Dursley had asked that question. Was this some type of sick joke? After years of taunting Harry for being a freak Dudley was asking him what it was like as if inquiring about the weather. It wasn't until Dudley cleared his throat that Harry realized he didn't answer the question.
"Oh. Well magic...right...magic is...magic...is...actually I don't really know how to explain it. Magic-." Harry started getting frustrated with himself. It wasn't like he wasn't asked that question enough times at the start of every Occlumency session, but for some reason coming from Dudley...
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU"RE DOING?" Aunt Petunia's shrill cry came from the kitchen door. She came bustling out at him menacingly. "I don't want you contaminating my son with you're unnaturalness, come inside now Diddikins." She shot Harry one last venomous look at stalked off, Dudley following in her wake.
'That was quite possibly the oddest thing I've ever experienced in my life.' Harry thought shaking his head and going back to combing the leaves out of the grass.
He turned around and watched as Petunia and Dudley went inside the house. Before he stepped into the kitchen Dudley shot one last wistful glance at Harry looking him right in the eyes.
Harry awoke early the next day as he usually did, before the rest of the house's inhabitants. He changed into a pair of black oversized sweat pants, and an old pair of black trainers. Harry didn't wear a shirt because after he started sweating he found that the shirt restricted his movement. He made his way down to the basement and began stretching and focusing his mind. After twenty minutes he went to work. He started at 150lbs and made his way up. Harry got up to 325 lbs. (515 with telekinesis) when he realized he was being observed by someone from the bottom of the stairs.
"Hello Dudley." Harry called putting away the weights carefully then turned to see his cousin staring in wide eyed wonder as the heavy weights put themselves back on their racks under no power but their own.
"Did you want something Dud?" Harry asked
"You know, you're not supposed to be down here. I noticed those being out of place, was wondering why those weren't in the order I left them in." said Dudley shooting Harry an accusing glare and getting up from the step he was sitting on.
"Oh yea? What are you going to do about it then Big D?" Harry asked using his telekinesis to lift a couple of the smaller weights. This didn't go unnoticed by Dudley who raised his hands in surrender.
"Alright then mate, don't go an get your knickers in a bunch, I was only havin' a laugh. I don't really mind you being down here that much."
"What do you want Dudley?" Harry asked in a wary voice.
"Same as you. Just came to get my morning workout." Dudley replied plastering a fake grin on his face.
"And I'm Mary, Queen of Scots." Harry shot back rolling his eyes
"Nice to meet you your Highness." Dudley said as he sunk into a low bow.
"What do you want Dud?"
"...What's it like?" Dudley asked, his face completely serious as he straightened up. "What's magic like?"
"Why are you all of a sudden so interested to know what magic is like? After years of tormenting me, and bullying me, and teasing me, and making my life hell. Why do you all of a sudden want to get to know me?" Harry asked his temper slowly rising, something it hadn't done in weeks.
"Oi! What makes you think I haven't always wanted to know? Maybe Ive just been...I dunno afraid. There's more to me than meets the eyes."
'That I find hard to believe.' Harry thought eying his cousin's leaner but still somewhat large form disbelief coloring his expression.
"Hey you, I heard that, I can see it in your face you don't believe it. But it's true, Ive got layers 'bout me. Like an onion. Besides I don't want to get to know you; I want to know what you can do."
"See that's the thing Dudley, magic isn't something I do. It's who I am."
"...then I guess I do want to get to know you" Dudley said slowly and quietly "...my whole life I've been taught to hate magic. That it was evil and unnatural...something to be ashamed of, but I don't think I can think that way anymore...not when..."
"When what?"
Dudley stood there looking at Harry.
"When what Dudley?"
"You know it sounds exciting, all the adventures you get to go on. So many things happen while you're there. A lot happens while you're not here too ya know. It may not be as exciting as all your...magic...but it serves to keep us lesser beings entertained...Never mind, it's not important, besides I know that it isn't bad...well not all bad."
"Yea you're right." Harry said noticing Dudley's abrupt change of subject but not commenting on it. "You've got no idea how cool it can be."
They stayed in the basement for over an hour talking about magic and the magical world. For the most part Dudley was a decent audience. Asking questions and getting wide eyed whenever Harry described something, particularly the sweets. Their conversation was cut short by Aunt Petunia.
"Diddikins are you down there?' Came her sweet sing-song voice from the top of the 1st landing steps two floors above.
Dudley rolled his eyes and called back "Yes mum."
"Could you start the tea for me sweetheart?"
"No problem mother." He called back. He looked back at Harry "We should do this again sometime cousin."
"You got it Big D" Harry grinned as his cousin's face turned to a grimace "What? Don't like the name?"
"Ugh I hate it, I only let my mates call me that for show."
"Well I think it suits you."
"Whatever...thanks by the way."
"For what? The talk?"
"No, for saving me from those Dementy thingies." Dudley said scratching the back of his head. The short blond hair that use to lie flat on his head had grown out and started to curl, it made him look less piggish.
Harry wasn't surprised Dudley remembered the incident almost a year ago; he did come rather close to having his soul sucked out of him after all.
"Oh that, that was nothing, I'm kind of glad I did now"
"Me too" Dudley said climbing up the stairs with Harry close behind him. When they were back in the kitchen he turned to Harry and said "Happy Birthday by the way."
Harry stood rooted to the spot. He had forgotten that today was his birthday. 'Good going Potter, forgetting your own birthday'. He thanked Dudley and made his way back into his room closing and locking the door. He looked over to his desk and saw no less than six owls including Hedwig waiting for him most of them carrying packages.
Harry made his way over and released them of their burdens and they flew off. All but two anyway, one was Ron's owl Pigwidgeon and a rather official looking screech owl with the letter to match. He decided to open Hermione's present first. She had given him a birthday card and a wand maintenance kit. Hagrid sent him a moleskin pouch on a long string so he could wear it around his neck along with a gigantic bar of Honeyduke's finest high quality milk chocolate, the ones with the fluffy strawberry nougat filling, his favorite. His next present was from the Weasley twins which turned out to be a rather expensive looking dragon hide jacket. 'Business must be really good' Harry thought as he looked the jacket over trying it on in his mirror. The jacket accented his features giving him a definite look of being muscular without being bulky. Harry felt Auto-fitting charms at work. Moving on to Ron's present Harry found to his utter disbelief that Ron had given him a book. He looked at the title and grinned "Twelve Foolproof ways to Win your Witch". 'Typical Ron.' Harry went on to read the letter that came attached.
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Harry,
Happy Birthday mate, I hope you like the gift. It's already done wonders for me.
How's your summer been? I can't wait to see you. Mum and Dad spoke to
Dumbledore and they said you can come stay with us in a week until the end of
the summer hols. I'm not too thrilled about getting our O.W.L results though.
Hermione's here too so it's just you that we're waiting for. Enjoy your birthday
and don't let the muggles get you down... There's something I need to speak to
both of you about. Ive kept it hush from Hermione, she was upset at first till I
explained that I needed you both here to hear it. We'll talk more when you
arrive.
Ron
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'So' Harry thought 'Hermione's with him...that's probably what the book helped him with.' Harry chuckled laying Ron's letter aside. He pondered what Ron could possibly need to talk to them both about while he opened the next present. It was a vast jar of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans from Luna with a small note attached to it. 'For when life gets boring.' Harry thought this was an interesting gift. He had never thought of the beans this way 'Finding a vomit flavored jelly bean certainly does make life a bit more interesting' Harry mused smiling at the jar. He picked it up and felt the refilling and preservation charms on it. All in all Harry thought that this was a pretty good haul; he felt a strong surge of affection and loyalty to all his friends. He couldn't wait to see what that book Ron gave him had in store.
Harry turned at last to the official looking envelope. Picking it up he felt a wave of strong magic that he was not familiar with. Turning it over he saw the Gringott's seal holding it closed. Harry broke the seal and pulled out the folded parchment inside accidentally cutting his finger on the edge. A small bit of blood got on the parchment and it began to glow red, when it stopped words appeared.
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Harold Potter,
I must firstly express my sincerest regrets for the loss of your godfather Sirius
Black. It is however, on this subject that I am contacting you. Sirius Black,
being the last male in the Black line was the head of his family. Under normal
circumstances the title of Lord Black would pass to Sirius' oldest living male
relative Draco Malfoy. In his will however he named you his sole Heir, with the charges
against him being posthumously expunged the document has been deemed valid.
As such you are to be named the head of The Ancient and Most Noble House
of Black. As a result you would be eligible for emancipation and therefore
become eligible to seize the role as head of the other Houses left to you. An
appointment has been scheduled for you today at noon. During that time
your inheritance can be discussed in further detail.
Awaiting your reply,
Master Goblin Shecklenum the Destroyer
Executor of Inheritance and Estate
Gringott's Bank, Diagon Alley
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Harry's head was spinning. 'Me? Head of The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black?' He sat there pondering this bit of information for a few minutes before coming to a decision. He got out a quill and some ink and wrote as neatly as he could "I accept". Gave it to the owl and watched it fly off into the distance as the sun began to rise properly now.
Harry made his way into the Leaky Cauldron around 11 feeling slightly apprehensive. As he walked across the moderately filled pub he gave silent thanks to the brilliant person who came up with the simple hooded cloak. No one in the bar even gave him a second glance as he walked out the other end. Harry raised his wand and tapped the brick wall opening the entrance to Diagon Alley. Harry's nervousness only magnified as he got closer to the white marble building.
'What's going to happen? Oh bloody hell, I can't take on the role of head of a Noble House, I'm going to make a bleeding fool of myself...but...emancipation. Does that mean I wouldn't have to live with the Dursley's anymore. I could live in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Sure it's dingy, but it was headquarters for the Order. I might even be able to call the shots in my own life...if Dumbledore can keep his nose out of my business...if I can act before Dumbledore finds out. This might not be so bad after all then.'
It was with those thoughts that Harry walked into the main hall of Gringott's Bank. He made his way to the closest available goblin.
"Hello, my name is Harry Potter. I have an appointment with Master Goblin Shecklenum."
"Ah yes Mr. Potter." the goblin grumbled giving Harry a calculating look. "you were not expected for another 45 minutes, your punctuality borders on rudeness...no matter, if you will please follow me your meeting with Master Shecklenum is in conference room VII." The goblin walked from behind the counter and strode off to the other side of the room down a narrow hallway. Finally stopping in front of a plain black door bearing the roman numeral seven on it.
"If you will, make yourself comfortable. Master Shecklenum will be with you shortly." The goblin said bowing to Harry as he entered the room. As far as conference rooms went Harry found it quite cozy. The room had luxurious red carpeting, a roaring fire, a small collection of books on shelves, and a beautifully polished walnut desk. The desk, which looked to hold no more than six people, was littered with documents, a shallow obsidian basin, and several vials of swirling liquids. The door to the office opened and a goblin that looked quite old came bustling in and sat in the seat across from Harry.
"Good afternoon, or rather morning Mr. Potter my name is Sheclkenum. I am the executor of the Inheritance and Estate department."
"Good morning Mr. Shecklenum but if you don't mind please call me Harry."
"Very well...Harry. We are here as you know to review the last will and testament of Sirius Orion Black as it pertains to Harold James Potter. So shall we begin?"
"Yes sir."
Shecklenum unrolled a sheet of parchment and began to read:
The Last Will and Testament of Sirius Orion Black
I, Sirius Orion Black being of sound body, mind and magical strength do hereby declare the following:
To my godson Harold James Potter, I leave the entire Black family fortune, all my worldly possessions and properties. I also name Harold James Potter as my sole Heir as head of The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, to be bestowed upon him on his 16th birthday.
Harry sat in his chair and looked at Shecklenum with a blank stare hardly believing his ears.
"There you have it. Short sweet and to the point. No need to check that you are Harold James Potter, if you weren't that cut from the letter sent to you would have released a mild case of Dragonpox into your bloodstream. A rather mild form of security I assure you." The ancient goblin quipped baring sharp looking teeth.
"Wouldn't that have killed me?" asked Harry eying the already healing cut on his finger.
"Oh yes. Now, let us move to the initiation ceremony." the goblin pulled the obsidian basin in front of him and began to chant in what Harry suspected was Gobbledygook, he picked up one of the vials that had a shimmering black substance in it and poured the liquid, next he pulled out a satin pouch and produced a roughly cut diamond and dropped it into the basin as well. Looking up at Harry he said "Do you Harold James Potter accept the duties and responsibility of becoming Lord Black, head of The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, and promise to uphold the expectations of the position?"
"I accept." Harry said in a strong clear voice.
"Please give me your hand." Harry reached his open palm towards Shecklenum who drew a short silver dagger and pricked Harry's finger allowing a small drop of blood to fall into the basin before healing the wound. Shecklenum waved his hands over the basin chanting in Goblin language again. The inside began to glow an opaque purple then subsided. Shecklenum lifted an ornate black ring and placed it on Harry's right ring finger. Immediately Harry felt a wave of strong new magic rush through him and mix with his own. He was now Lord Harry James Potter-Black.
"What was that?" Harry asked feeling lightheaded as the power settled.
"That, Lord Black was the small fraction of Black family magic tied to the Lordship ring. It is what gives the position power. There is a minimal increase to your magical strength and allows you access to any magical gifts tied to the family bloodline."
"Now Lord Black."
"Please call me Harry."
Shecklenum stared at Harry for a minute before slightly bowing his head. "Of course Harry. Now as it stands you are legally an adult and as such are able to claim the other Lordships left to you."
"...Lordships!, I...I thought that the only other inheritance I had waiting was for the Potters?" Harry asked in a weak voice.
"Oh no Lord Black, I mean Harry. Let me see..." he began to shuffle through the documents on his desk then pulled out a rather yellow sheet of parchment "Ah here we are." Shecklenum cleared his throat: In the matter of Harold James Potter, upon his 17th birthday or in the eventuality of his emancipation Harold shall be inducted as the Lord and Head of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter, The Noble and Most Ancient House of Delwyyn, The Noble and Most Ancient House of Carter, and The Noble and Most Ancient House of O'Shayley.
"Delwyyn, Carter, and O'Shayley? Those names sound familiar." Harry said his brow furrowing.
"As well they should Harry, Delwyyn, Carter, and O'Shayley were three of the 12 original magical families that established Wizarding Europe, they produced extraordinary witches and wizards in fact your ancestor Rowena Ravenclaw is descended from the Carter line."
"I'm a decedent of Rowena Ravenclaw?"
"Indeed, though to be fair most of magical Britain is somehow descended from the Hogwarts founders particularly Godric Gryffidor. He did as one would say "get around". It is a seldom knowledge that before her disappearance Helena Ravenclaw gave birth to a squib...Now, shall we perform the rituals?"
An hour and a half later Harry became Lord Harold James Carter Delwyyn O'Shayley Potter-Black.
"Before we go over your estates Harry it is necessary that we perform a magical detection exam."
"A magical detection exam?" Harry asked bewildered
"Yes, it is customary for the new Head of a family, to ensure that they haven't been corrupted by the magic added to their core as a result of the ritual." Shecklenum explained. "We can perform the detection exam here, but to actually have any curses, spells, jinxes, or foreign malevolent magical fingerprints removed you must see a Healer."
"Um, ok. What do I have to do?"
"Simply hold out your hand and I will prick your finger, let the blood dip onto this enchanted parchment and a complete medical diagnostic will appear." Shecklenum explained.
Harry did as he was told and two minutes later Shecklenum had his report and was looking down at it.
"It would seem that you have had a number of tracking charms and power blocks placed upon you." The goblin commented looking at the parchment and handing it to Harry.
"Ok, so I can get them removed by a Healer right?"
"Yes."
"Good then." Harry said putting the parchment down, the diagnostic didn't say who put the charms and blocks on him. He was fairly certain he knew who had placed the tracking charms on him. The blocks however gave him pause, 'what power is being blocked and why?' Harry thought to himself.
"Now Lord Po–, sorry Harry I have here a complete summary of your monetary standing, properties and their value."
Shecklenum handed Harry a stack of parchments all with the Gringott's Seal on them. His jaw dropped when he saw all of his possessions.
Monies and Properties of The Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter
Head of House: Harry James Carter Delwyyn O'Shayley Potter-Black
Members of the House: Harry James Carter Delwyyn O'Shayley Potter-Black
Money Value (In Vault): 26 million galleons, 574,000 sickles, 200 knuts
Properties: Potter Manor- Located in Scotland. : Valued at approx. 50 million Galleons
Cottage in Godric's Hollow: Valued at approx. 40,000 galleons
Chateau De'crace- Located in France: Valued at approx. 422,000 galleons, 6 sickles, 2 Knuts
Total Monetary Value: 76,495,800 galleons, 14 Knuts
Harry couldn't believe his eyes. The money from the Potter vault alone would be more money than could be spent in 6 generations. Harry looked up as Shecklenum cleared his throat.
"With the position of Lord to these five houses you have a voting seat on the Wizengamot for the Potters, Blacks and Delwyyn. The other Founding houses did their best to stay out of the burgeoning politics of our developing society. Along with that you have one seat on the Board of School Governors of Hogwarts through the Potter relation."
"Oh." was all that Harry could muster at the moment; he was too shell-shocked by it all.
"If I may be so bold Mr. Potter...Harry, You have inherited a very important position in the Wizarding World. While you cannot wield it now, you stand to gain quite a bit of political power even amongst us goblins. Most of the magical community may have forgotten them but the old names, especially the Founding family names hold much power. There are pacts struck long ago between the ancestors of your family houses and the various magical races that still hold validity. It is not my place however to divulge the details of such workings. Once your emancipation has been made public knowledge you will be watched even more keenly than you already are. You must prepare yourself."
"I agree, I will start on that immediately." Harry said sitting up straighter.
"Now Mr. Potter, will you be making a visit to your vaults today?" Shecklenum asked standing up.
"I think I'll just go to the Potter vault, just to have a look around.
"Very well, I will have a lower ranking goblin escort you."
They made their way out of the conference room and back into the main hall where Shecklenum waved over another goblin wearing less expensive garments. The goblin looked familiar to Harry
"Griphook, please escort Lord Potter-Black to the Potter family vault.' Shecklenum ordered Griphook in a stiff manner.
"Yes Sir." he replied gruffly.
Harry followed the goblin to the familiar dark stone tunnel where the trolley was waiting for them. Harry and Griphook rode down to the deepest parts of the bank. Harry certainly didn't remember going this far down when he came in the summer before his first year. After passing through a waterfall, that oddly enough didn't get them wet, the trolley stopped in front of an enormous door bearing the number "XVIII." Griphook stepped out of the trolley and went to the door, Harry right behind him. "Key please, Lord Potter-Black."
"Oh please call me Harry." He retorted handing the goblin his vault key "You know I remember you from the first time I was here. You escorted me to my vault then too."
"I remember you as well Harry."
Griphook turned the key and ran his finger along the door and it opened. Green smoke began to billow out as it cleared Harry tried to gasp but found that his throat had closed up from the sight that met his eyes. Before him lay a room that was twice as large as the Great Hall of Hogwarts and covering most of it, piled almost to the ceiling were small mountains of gold. As Harry made his way through found suits of armor, various animal skins, trunks filled with precious gems, rare looking potions, ancient tomes and scrolls. Harry came out of the vault with a large bag of galleons.
"Griphook, I'm going to be making many expensive purchases while in Diagon Alley and in the muggle world. Is there a way for me to withdraw money from my vault without having to stop by every time?" he inquired.
"Yes there is, most wealthy families have tabs with the stores they frequent. We also provide a Gringott's ledger card. It works somewhat like a muggle credit card except the money is taken directly from your vault. Would you like me to assign you one?"
"That would be perfect...there's something else I would like to ask you about as well."
A/N: So there you have it the second chapter. Im proud of the changes I made in the details. Hope you all liked it as well. As always REVIEW! It helps me write faster.
-Aubrey