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Hollowed wounds: Chapter 1 Riches of Sin

Harry could not think. His logic in his brain had shut down from contrast. His mouth hung open, his eyes unaligned. He dropped the parchment as he fell back words towards the bed. There was several questions running threw his head but the main one was "how could this be?"

Looking back at his first year, harry had seen all the signs, Ginny was looking more and more like his mother lily. She was always willing to help out, and she was almost like a lost puppy when it came to Harry. It made sense that Ginny had given him something but his Heart said otherwise.

His head was thinking it threw but his heart had rejected all thought of Ginny tricking him. If the letter was right then it made sense, his heart wanted a family and couldn't bear to see Ginny be cast away. His heart and his brain where having a battle of emotions and everything else seemed as if it didn't matter.

It was only then that the one thing had come to mind about the letter. Ginny wasn't at Hogwarts tell his second year. How could she sneak it into his food if she wasn't there? Ether the letter was a fake or she had help… Ronald Weasly.

"That snake, he was always a prat and a hot head." Harry screamed into the air. Come to think of it he has been manipulating my actions with his so called advice. It's the reason I never became a Slytherin, why I distrusted Draco… no I hated Draco because he was a prat. If it wasn't for the Weasleys, it was nice that they had given me a family but Ginny convince her brother to drug me was low.

Harry now wondered who was all in on this, who his friends were really and who was out to use him. He would be that Hermione was there to be his friend, hell with the letter he would bet that she was with him for more than just friendship. Harry would be willing to see this threw but first, to purge his body of that awful potion.

The Muggle world had a fruit with for this, Prunes. If you ever ate too much prunes you would purge the system… literally. After looking at the clock (10:30pm) Harry decided to go down to the kitchen to grab some prunes. He had gotten 5 prunes to be safe, and then he headed back to his room to find Hedwig with a letter tied to her leg.

Harry took the letter from his owl and plopped on his bed. After taking a huge bit from the first prune, he opened the letter which was addressed from Hermione.

Dear harry,

It sounds like a great idea to stay in contact this summer; I am looking forward to more letters from you.

Things at home are ok, my parents have taken up over time to help pay for the basics. As for hanging out some time, I would like it if we just hang out. How in the world did you know I have already planed this summer out? Well there isn't much planed, with the cost of living going up we have cut back from family trips to places like New York.

Now it's my turn for question, how are things at home? Are you studding your spells for next year? What did you have planed this summer? Where do you want to hang out?

Singed

Hermione Granger

"Should have guessed she would ask about studding" Harry said before stuffing the rest of the second prune into his mouth. It was good to see that she was looking out for him. He decided to wait for the morning before he responds to Hermione's letter. Harry stayed up tell 12:30 reading his text books and eating prunes.

That morning felt like any other morning, Harry woke up and made breakfast. Harry even completed all his chores before Noon; Harry did this so Vernon would let him go to Gringotts. Vernon wouldn't know that it was Gringotts until the chariot comes by but that wouldn't stop Harry.

Harry had sent a letter that morning to Hermione; he wanted to meet up with her at Gringotts today around 1:00 pm. He wanted her there for support and advise which she was good at. It was getting really close to 12:00pm and there was no signs of a chariot anywhere. Harry was starting to panic, was this a good idea or would he be making the biggest mistake of his life? What could come of him activating the account?

Right at 12 Harry heard a car horn honk, as Harry ran out the front door he saw a stretched limo sitting in front of the house. "Mr. Potter, the chariot has arrived. Will you be accompanied by anyone?" a man in a tux said as he opened the door to the limo. "Yes but she is not here with me, is there a way we might be able to pick her up?" the man in the tux smiled "yes, just tell us who, the chariot will do the rest."

With that Harry had jumped into the back of the limo along with the man in the tux. "Her name is Hermione" the man just sat there. "So what should I know about the Potter family name" Harry asked to see if he could get any information out of him. "Well Mr. Potter, your family name is the third richest family in the world. You have several family houses around the world, and the only two families that exceed your wealth are the Malfoy house hold which is the second richest, and the Delacour which is the richest family in the wizarding world."

At that time the limo had pulled up to a house, the house was blue with white trim. As the horn honked a tall man had opened the door. The man in the Tux stepped out "is Miss. Hermione Granger home? This is a ride requested by a Mr. Harry Potter" with that Hermione had dashed past her father with a wave good bye and hoped into the back of the limo.

Hi Hermione, did you know that the Potter family is the third richest family in the wizarding world?" Hermione looked at him with curiosity in her eyes. "No, I never heard much about you parents Harry, so I guess that we are headed to Gringotts early?" Harry let out a laugh of amusement "correct."

The ride over was filled with questions about everything, summer, next year, family trees, and wizarding affairs. A lot of the information came from the man in the tux. After arriving at Gringotts, Harry and Hermione had walked in to find a small Goblin with several Stitches all over, almost as if the stitches where holding him together.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, you have arrived. I am Stitches, your Account & Funds Manager. If you would fallow me so we may began the poses of verification. Your female friend will have to wait here for now." Harry looked at Hermione; her only response was to pull him into a hug. "Hermione, it's ok. Just wait for me."

The goblin had lead Harry over to a room with the Letters I.D. on it. "This room is an anti-alteration room. It also makes it so you can't lie to us." The goblin then proceeded to open the door; Harry was escorted in and sat down at a table with two other goblins sitting there. "Well you look like Harry Potter, or one hell of a charm. What is your name?" one goblin said.

"My name is Harry James Potter" Harry responded without thinking. The truth just slipped out. "Who gave you that scar on your four head?" "Lord Voldemort, also known as Tom Riddle." "Last one, who was to be your legal guardian after your parents died?" Harry said it without hesitation "Sirius Black." both the goblins looked at each other. "In our records, you where never told who your guardian was to be." Harry just started talking "I was using my father's cloak to spy on a teacher when she was told about Sirius being my God father."

"Well that concludes the test; we have confirmed you are indeed who you say you are. If you think of any way to improve our test please let the security manager know before you leave" Harry got up and walked out to find Stitches waiting for him. "Now if you will follow me down to the dungeons, we will begin to open your family vault."

It was a small walk to Griphook's office, from there Harry was taken to the rail track and the cart. It was one hell of a rush as they rode the cart threw several turns and twists. After a while they stopped at a door labeled 1945 Potter Family Treasure. There was no key hole but a key pad with all the letters on it.

"He said that you where allowed one question to find out the answer. So what question did you want to ask?" Griphook stood there staring at Harry who replied with "what position did my father played during Quidditch?" Griphook raised an eyebrow at the question "a Seeker" with that Harry walked over to the key board and typed in Snitch.

The vault doors opened, the room was massive and filled to the brim with what looked to be books, chairs, scrolls, and even Gallions. Harry turned to Griphook "do you think I could get Hermione Granger down here to help me?" Griphook smiled as he snapped his fingers. At that moment a small house elf popped into sight.

"Go fetch Miss Granger; she will be in the waiting rooms." Griphook said with a stern look in his eyes "and just teleport her here." The house elf popped out, a minute and one loud pop latter, Hermione was with him. "Who do I see about the abuse of House Elf around here?" she was ranting.

"That would be me" Griphook said "but there is no mistreated, we keep them safe and you should look at their sleeping quarters." Hermione was angry but willing to let it go for now. As the two of them entered the vault Harry looked at Hermione. "Never thought you would be helping me with this, by the way we are going to be looking for a stack of documents."

"Harry do you mean those documents?" Hermione said as she pointed to a small stack of papers. "Yes, Hermione those documents. What on earth would I do without you?" Hermione rolled her eyes "I don't know maybe pick up a book" she said with sarcasm "but I don't read books?" Harry clearly not getting the joke.

After sorting thru the stack to confirm it was what he was looking for, Harry then began to browse for something else. "Now what are you looking for?" Hermione said with curiosity in her voice. "I'm looking for my mother's jewelry box… Don't ask" Hermione rolled her eyes and then pointed to a jeweled box on top of a book shelf. "That's it, wow I feel sheepish."

Harry also pulled some books from the shelf and handed them to Hermione. He had picked the ones she was eyeing. At that time Harry had escorted them out only to ask Griphook for a money bag. Harry scooped a large pile of Gallions into the bag and walked out. "We should be done for now Griphook" Harry said as he exited the vault.

On the ride back Hermione asked a question "so Griphook..." "You little girl do not have the right to call me Griphook, you must call me sir" Griphook had snapped at her. Hermione looked scared "Sir is it possible to trace a mud bloods ancestry?" Griphook smiled "yes it is Miss. Granger, but you would need a wizard willing to found such a thing." At that moment both Griphook and Hermione both turned to Harry.

"Fine, I will fund this. I would like to state in advance that I don't think it will do any good." The rest of the trip back was quite. After being escorted back to the Potter Account & Funds room, a stitches turned and looked at Harry "now for the documents with singed in blood that you are funding this trace." Stitches held out a parchment and a quill. Harry singed it and then quickly retracted his hand.

After everything was singed (and Harry's hand hurting badly) Harry had asked for a room where he and Hermione could go over the documents they had picked up. "Harry? Just in thought how did you know about these documents in your vault?" Hermione looking at harry with confusion. "I just thought that my mother would leave me some documents to better understand them." Harry said with an almost no duh attitude.

The two of them were escorted to a room with a table, coffee, doughnuts, and some chairs. It looked almost like a meeting room. Hermione placed the documents on the table and started sorting them. "How are you sorting them?" Harry looking confused. "I'm putting them in certain piles according to what they are." Hermione pretty much quoted form the dictionary "I know what sorting is I meant, what are the categories you are sorting them into" harry sounding frustrated. "One to my left is Business, the middle left is location, the middle right is ownership, and the one to my right is debt." Hermione was almost speeding through the Documents.

"Wow your fast Hermione, are you even reading them?" "Of course I am Harry otherwise I would not be able to sort them." It didn't take long for Hermione to sort the pile of parchment. "One of these days I should have you sort my fan mail" Hermione looked at him, a look that could only be described as the evil eye.

Harry cleared his thought "Let's go over debts fist, it's the smallest stack." Harry moved to the right of Hermione. After counting up all the amounts, the total came to 2,650,473,000 galleons. Both of them noticed that some of these purchases had names of people. "Wonder why the Lovegoods name is here?" Hermione scratched her head. "'For ownership of Alexandra Lovegood' " Harry quoted the document.

I don't think we want to know the truth about all this. Let's move on to the next pile." Harry was trying not to jump to conclusions. "Business then Harry?" Hermione grabbed the document to her far left. "That sounds good. Let me see if we can get some food in here first." Harry had gotten up and opened the door. Stitches were at a desk signing some documents. "Hay stitches, could we get some food?"

Stitches had looked up to see Harry "why of cores, just let us know what you want and we will deduct the amount out of your accounts." Harry had ordered a Pizza (three cheese no meat so Hermione would eat it) "what is the current exchange rate of Muggle money to Wizarding money?" Stitches smiled wide "well the Knut is equal to 50 muggle dollars; a Galleon is equal to 10 Knuts, so a Galleon is equal to 5,000 Muggle Dollars." Harry's Draw dropped.

"Is something wrong Harry?" Hermione's voice rung threw his head. "You remember how many Galleons is my debt right? Well every one Galleon is equal to 5,000 Muggle Dollars" Hermione twitched "that would mean that your debt is 13,252,365,000,000 Dollars…." "Hermione… I'm not feeling so good." Harry didn't look that good as well. "Come sit down Harry, you have more income than you do out come." After Hermione said that Harry's eyebrows went all askew

"Your family has a Business, the best way I can describe it is a Filthy business." Hermione was starting blushing. "Your family is a bunch of 'pimps' harry" harry was silent for the longest time. "You food is ready here Mr. Potter" stitches had entered with a pizza in hand. "So, all the business contracts are people who work for my family?" Hermione smiled "yes, and if you wanted to you could start back up the family business. I would not approve of such a thing"

After going through the business pile, they stopped to eat. They decided on sorting ownership next. There where names of wizards and witches the Potter owned. The last step was locations, there where houses all over the world. There where houses in but not limited to Tokyo, Seattle, France, and even Salt Lake City. Then there was one paper stuck to the back of the New York one.

"Hay, what's this?" Harry said as he pealed it from the back. "Let me see" Hermione said as she snatched it from Harry's hands. "to our darling twins, if you have found this then you both have turned 17" Hermione was reading aloud. "You will notice that the family business is in fact the whoring of witches and wizards out for hire. It's not just for sex but can be a gunslinger for hire." Harry had interrupted "twins?" Hermione shrugs her shoulders and continues reading.

"We know the dark lord is coming after us and hope you didn't have to read this but if you are reading then we did not get our wish. You are very special as you both will have the right to a magical familiar at age 17, and you both have the ability of a self Animagus. You must remember your third year, Animagi class with Professor McGonagall. Or we hope it was your third year, but any way you have the right to turn into an animal."

"Now we know that there is a lot to understand about our family line but we can't share it with you know so we are leaving a series of parchments behind with information and a clue to the next one." "Talk about a bizarre letter" Hermione said aloud "you're telling me, I have a twin brother" wait there is the clue "your father disobeyed it, but you mother was better. To do it was time consuming, to learn a title only held at Hogwarts"

Harry was tired of all these new things and decided he was going to call it for the night. "Well I'm tired so I am going home with these documents. Would you like a ride?" Harry extended his hand "thank you Mr. Potter, I would be delighted" she said as she wrapped her arm around his. Harry stuffed all the documents into a box and headed out of Gringotts and back into the Limo that was still there.

After dropping of Hermione at her house and then he himself was returning to the Dursley's house. The second he walked in he found the family waiting for him. "Hi" harry said in a very timid voice. "You go to a bank, a wizarding back at that and you don't bring anything back for us?" it was Uncle Vernon who had opened his pie stuffer. "Well if you want to get all sentimental about it, how about a paid vacation to any one of these locations?" harry said in a loud voice full of Honor and Pride, while taking out the locations pile and slamming it down on the coffee table.

Vernon's mouth gaped open wide then snapped back closed "what's the catch boy?" Harry then pulled out a parchment. "All I ask are you making my life more livable, no more treating me like crap. I have discovered a lot of things from my bank run, one of which being I am the third richest family in the world."

Both his Aunt and his Uncle said in unison "Deal" harry smiled "alright and the next step is to sign this document, it's just technical wizarding world law of ownership. If you sing this, it will tell the wizarding world that you and only you have the right to guardian ship." Uncle Vernon had taken it and signed the document very quickly. He then screamed in pain "what the bloody hell was that?" "Sorry I forgot to mention that all wizarding documents are singed in blood. But that's it"

Harry had left to his room, he was proud to say that he had eliminated a lot of problems that his future self warned him about. After going to his room, dumping contents of the box onto his desk, and pulling off his shoes. Harry had decided to tell Hermione about the future letter.

What was going to happen fourth year was to be unknown, but harry had a better idea than most people.