The Power He Knows Not

by wemcall

This is a What-If Story. What if A young Harry Potter somehow gained knowledge from the Horcrux inside his head. What would he do with the knowledge that he gained, and what changes would happen in his world. My very first story, so please be kind (but Accurate) with any reviews. I have no Beta, so please bear with me.

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 9

A/N The joys of not having a job. I have a lot more time to write. I went over this three or four times before posting, so hopefully mistakes will be kept to a minimum. Reviews are appreciated. Flames however, will be ignored worse than my witch of an ex- wife.

After breakfast, Harry, Remus, and Jennifer sat down in the den to plan out their day. Harry said, "First thing we need to do is get a copy of my vault key, or at least get access to my vault in Gringotts. We are going to need money for what I want to do."

Remus asked Harry, "How are we going to get to Gringotts without someone recognizing you? Dumbledore has people looking everywhere for you!"

Harry agreed, "We might have a problem with that. I am sure that I am not yet authorized to take money out of my account. Also I am not sure who my guardian is in the magical world. All I know is that if I have any money in Gringotts, then my aunt and uncle does not know about it. They would not have any problem spending it once they converted it to pounds."

"What about muggle disguises?" asked Jennifer. "Magical people would not expect it, and even if they were looking for you in disguise, magic would not be able to penetrate our disguises.

"How would that work?" said Remus.

"Well, I could cut my hair and dye it a different color," began Jennifer. "We could dye Harry's hair and put a hat on him to hide the scar. New clothes would not hurt either. You should do something along those lines as well so that anyone that knows you will not look too closely at us."

Harry protested, "Hey I do not need any new clothes."

Jennifer replied, "Your clothes are at least two sizes too big for you. People will be looking for you in those clothes Harry. If we get new clothes that fit you, your disguise will be even better. Also, they would not be expecting you to wear robes, so we need to get those as fast as we can!"

Harry started to pout, "But robes look like something a girl would wear."

Both Jennifer and Remus laughed, "Well if you are going to be taken seriously by anyone in the wizarding world, you will have to have some robes," said Jennifer. "We can get you some robes in Diagon Alley and then find some regular clothes."

Remus interrupted, "We can get the regular clothes in places other than Diagon Alley; the less time we spend in there, the better. If Dumbledore figures out who we are, he will try to take you back to your relatives."

Harry thought for a moment and then sighed, "Dumbledore can be a powerful ally for us. I will need to talk to him eventually. But if we see him now, he will just take me to that family he was telling me about."

Remus agreed with him and then added, "Let's get you to Gringotts and get some money, if at all possible. Then we can see what else we can do. You will need a wand at some point, but that may have to wait."

"We can go to Knockturn Alley and get some wands," said Harry. "If we go to Ollivander's, he will go straight to Dumbledore. Wendolyn's wands should do nicely, his wands are more expensive, but tend to be more powerful."

"How did you know about that Harry," asked Jennifer.

"Voldemort sent his people there to get backup wands and replacement wands when theirs were damaged in fights. You have to remember, I still have all of his memories."

"Creepy thought, you having all of those memories," said Remus. "But very useful at times! You do know Harry, that wands like you are talking about are very expensive."

Harry laughed, "Remus, have you seen the size of my house? I am not bragging, but I think that money will be the least of our worries.

"Maybe not," countered Remus. "But that does not mean that we need to waste it. That is your money, not ours!"

"Agreed, now let's go get dressed so that we can get over to Diagon Alley and do some shopping. I want to get back here soon so we can plan out some other things and I can get started on my Occlumency."

"What is Occlumency, Harry," asked Jennifer.

Occlumency is a type of mind magic that will help you shield your thoughts so that others cannot read them. It will also help you remember things. Voldemort was a master at Occlumency as well as its opposite, Legilimancy. I know how he became good at those arts, but knowing how he did it does not make me a master myself. I will have to practice. This will also help me access the memories that I gained from his Horcrux." Harry called out, "Leah, I need you please." Leah immediately popped into the room.

"Master called," said Leah.

"Yes I did" replied Harry. "By the way, there is no need to call me Master. Harry will do nicely. Will you find robes and clean clothes that will fit each of us and send them to our rooms. We will be going out in a while and need to be dressed. Also, do you know where we could find some muggle hair dye?"

Leah replied, "I can find the clothes easily sir, but why does Mas… I mean Harry need the muggle hair dye?"

"We are going to go in disguise, and if we use magic to change our hair, wizards can figure that out."

Leah smiled, "Not if an elf changes your hair. The only ones that could tell then would be another elf or maybe the goblins if you go to see them. None of them will care though."

Harry grinned, "Can you give me short blond hair and blue eyes? I will be getting new clothes so leave me the same height. Oh and can you put a glamour over my scar so that is not noticeable?"

Leah snapped her fingers and his hair and eyes were instantly changed, along with his scar being covered up. Remus and Jennifer saw how easy this was and got Leah to help them out as well. Remus was given a goatee and long hair. His hair was also charmed to look like it was blond with some gray in it. His eyes matched Harry's. Leah was given waist length black hair. Her eyes were changed to a blue-gray color. Overall the three looked like two parents with their son.

The three went to a mirror and checked themselves out to make sure the disguises would be effective. The changes shocked them. They were certain that no one would be able to tell it was them. Leah helped them out by transfiguring their clothes into the robes and clothes that they needed. They then had Leah show them the Floo entrance for the Manor. Harry noted to himself that he really needed to get Leah or Jax to show him around the Manor, or else draw him a map so that he could find his own way around. When they got to the Floo, Jax was waiting for them.

"Master, you will not need a password to leave the Manor, but you will need one to come back in. The floo address is Potter Manor. The password is Familia Primus. If you need me to get something for you, just call any of our names."

"That is fine," said Harry. "Will you and Leah tell the others that I do not wish to be addressed as Master? Harry will do just fine!"

"I will do so, Harry. Please be patient as we will have trouble getting used to calling you Harry instead of Master. We will do our best though. Do you have any other orders for us while you are gone, Sir?"

Harry thought for a moment. "Do we have a dueling room in the Manor?" He asked Jax.

Jax nodded. "Yes sir, do you want us to make sure it is ready for use, Harry?"

Harry nodded, "We may not get to it today, but we will need to practice some once we all get new wands."

Remus started to protest, "Harry, you may need a wand, but mine is just fine. If Jennifer's is working ok, why would you need to get her a wand either?"

"It is due to Dumbledore being able to tell who you are by looking at your magical signature. I cannot change your aura, but if you use a different wand, it will change the signature of any spells that you cast." Harry argued. "Also, I intend to get each of us two wands, and for a wizard, or witch to cast well with two different wands, they need to be as much alike as possible. No arguments on this Remus. If you want to help me out with what I have to do, I will have you equipped with nothing but the best."

Remus had no way to argue with this so he shut up and moved towards the fireplace with Jennifer, while Harry grabbed the Floo powder. He stepped in with them and threw it at their feet while saying "Gringotts VIP entrance."

Remus looked at Harry and grinned weakly, "We might be in a spot of trouble now."

Harry looked back at Remus just a bit confused, "Why would that be Remus?" About that time ten goblin guards came rushing into the room with weapons drawn. Harry looked at them and then turned back to Remus. "Okay then, never mind! I think I understand now."

Harry stepped forward slowly with his hands up to show that he was unarmed. He stopped when a goblin put his spear within an inch of Harry's chest.

"I am sorry for the intrusion," Harry said. "But I did not know who to call for an appointment and we did not need to be seen outside the bank."

"And why would we bother with giving you an appointment boy?" asked the leader of the guards.

"Because I am Harry James Potter, heir to the House of Potter. That makes me one of your richest clients. If you wish to retain my business, then I suggest you get whoever is in charge of my accounts NOW!"

The leader looked at one of the goblins and nodded once. The other goblin left the room in a hurry. They waited there for five minutes. Nobody moved during that time. Harry knew if he showed any signs of weakness, or worse fear that the goblins would have no mercy on him or his friends.

Finally another goblin walked into the room. He was dressed very expensively and carried himself like someone that was used to being in charge. "Which of these humans claim to be a Potter?"

"That would be me," said Harry, still showing no signs of fear.

"You had better be a Potter; otherwise you and your friends will die… slowly"

"What do I need to do to prove it?" asked Harry.

The Goblin produced a piece of parchment and tossed Harry a sheathed dagger. He then told Harry to prick his finger and let three drops of blood fall on the parchment. Harry did so, and watched as writing appeared on the paper. The goblin read it and then dismissed all of the guards. He then looked at Harry. "You and your friends follow me!"

Harry, Remus, and Jennifer followed him to an office near the entrance to the vaults. Once everyone was settled in a chair and had been offered refreshments, he leaned across the desk to look at Harry. "Do you know how frantic Albus Dumbledore is right now, Mr. Potter?"

Harry grinned at the goblin, "I can make a good guess, sir. I am almost sorry that my disappearance has got him in such a state."

The goblin laughed heartily, and then grinned at Harry. "Well young man," he said. "Anything that gets Albus Too Many Names Dumbledore this flustered is all right by me. But enough with the fun, we have a lot of business to discuss. Allow me to introduce myself, Mr. Potter. My name is Gnarltoe. I have been the account manager for your family since you grandfather Charlus was in his early twenties. I considered your dad to be a good friend."

Harry spoke at this point, "Well Gnarltoe, I hope I can be your friend as well, so please call me Harry. That is what I tell all of my friends to call me."

"Very well, Harry. I am here to assist you in any way that I can. What can I do for you today?"

"The first thing that I need is a list of all vaults that are mine, or that I will inherit when I come of age. The second is a list of all properties that I own or will inherit as well as what charms has been placed on these properties. The third is another glass of that pumpkin juice the other goblin brought me. That stuff is Great!"

This broke up the serious mood that everyone was in and had all four occupants of the room laughing. Gnarltoe called for another goblin and one ran in the room. "Nailbiter, go get Harry a pitcher of the pumpkin juice, and send Griphook in."

A few seconds after Nailbiter ran out of the room another, slightly younger goblin ran into the room. Gnarltoe smiled at the goblin and then turned to Harry, Remus, and Jennifer.

"This is my son Griphook. He just completed his education and is working here as my assistant. One day, if he is worthy, he may take over as manager of your accounts." Gnarltoe then leaned over and whispered into Griphooks ear. The young goblin nodded at his father, bowed to Harry, and left the room.

Gnarltoe looked at the three seated across from him. "It will take Griphook about twenty minutes to pull all of this information together. Please, if you need anything let me know." Harry had his pumpkin juice and Remus and Jennifer were talking to each other quietly. Harry smiled when he noticed that the two were flirting with each other just a bit, but he did not say anything.

After about ten minutes, Griphook came back into the room with a slim leather-bound book. Gnarltoe snapped at him, "I did not tell you to do all that in book form. He then smiled at Griphook. "Good job, son. Since you did it like this, you will show Harry how to use it!"

Griphook looked nervous, but nodded at his father. "Of course father, I would be glad to show Mr. Potter how to use the book."

Harry smiled at Griphook. "Call me Harry, Griphook. I have a feeling that you, your father, and I will be working together a lot over the years."

Griphook nodded at his father and set the book on the desk in front of Harry. Before he could say anything, Harry reached over and tried to move the book closer to himself. He was nearly knocked out of his chair by the shock that he received. Griphook apologized to Harry and told him to prick his finger and place three drops of blood on the center part of the book cover. He did and the book glowed blue for about a second. Harry then looked at Griphook and nodded at him to try again. This time the book opened without any trouble. To Harry's surprise, it was blank.

Griphook told him, "This book is connected to all of your vaults and has a listing of your property holdings. It is blank until you write a question in it, and then it will write the answer back for you. Griphook then placed a quill and ink in front of Harry for him to use.

Harry picked up the quill, dipped it in ink and quickly wrote. "How many vaults do I own and what is in them?"

The book started writing immediately. "You have a total of eight vaults."

Vaults 12-15 are part of the Potter Family holdings and each hold the maximum amount of galleons (10,000,000) that a vault can hold.

Vault 321 was opened on your behalf by Gringotts (June 1, 1984) to hold the interest from vaults 12-15. It currently has 940,932 galleons in it.

Vault 3 belonged to Salazar Slytherin (Won by conquest over Tom Marvolo Riddle, Heir of Slytherin on October 31, 1981). Vault 3 has the maximum amount (10,000,000) of galleons allowed in a vault. Due to the amount of time that it has been since anyone could claim this vault, it has stopped gathering interest.

Vault 7 belonged to Salazar Slytherin (Won by conquest over Tom Marvolo Riddle, Heir of Slytherin on October 31, 1981). This vault has no money in it, but is filled with Slytherin Heirlooms as well as the Slytherin Grimoire.

Vault 11 is part of the Potter Family Holdings. It does not have money in it, but holds Potter family Heirlooms as well as the Potter Grimoire

Harry finished reading the list and pushed the book over to Remus and Jennifer. They read over it quickly. Remus whistled to himself for a second. "Well Harry, we will not have to worry about you running out of money any time soon."

Harry was forced to agree. Then he had a thought and wrote it down in the book. "What is the conversion rate for galleons to the pound and how much money do I have in pounds.

The book started writing again. The conversion rate is ten pounds for one galleon. The complete total is 509,409,320 pounds. Harry just stared at the amount.

He finally got his thoughts together and wrote one more question. "How many of these vaults can I access now."

The book did not hesitate with its answer. "You have full access to all vaults and property in your name."

Harry turned back to Griphook with a confused look on his face. "Griphook, I am only six. Why am I allowed to access this much money at one time?"

Griphook looked at him and then looked at Gnarltoe. Apparently he did not know the answer to this question either. Gnarltoe sighed, "Mr. Potter, I do not know what happened, but according to our records, and most likely the ministry's records as well, you were reclassified yesterday afternoon as an adult. We do not know what caused this, and the ministry has not tried to contact us regarding the matter. Since you are, according to our records, an adult, you get full access. There is one way that we can make sure that the ministry of magic does not take control of your vaults 'for your own good'. That would be to have you try on the Potter Family Rings. If they accept you, then you are the head of your family and there is nothing the ministry can do.

Harry asked rather intently, "When can I try them on?"

Gnarltoe called for Nailbiter and whispered to him for a moment. Nailbiter soon returned with two boxes. Gnarltoe passed them across to Harry. Harry had learned his lesson the first time and asked Gnarltoe if the boxes needed blood to open. Gnarltoe just grinned. "It seems you are learning, young Harry. One drop on the square on top of each box should do it. Try the black box with the image of the phoenix on top. Try to put it on your ring finger on your right hand."

Harry put the blood in the spot required and the box opened. Inside sat a beautiful ring. He picked it up and put it on. To his surprise, it fit perfectly. Harry then opened the second box. In it was a darker looking, but still very nice ring. Harry looked at Gnarltoe with confusion.

"That one is the Slytherin Family Ring. You should be able to wear those as well since you defeated the Heir of Slytherin," explained Gnarltoe. "Put it on your middle finger of your right hand."

Harry put the ring on and once again to his surprise, the ring fit perfectly. He started to ask Gnarltoe why they fit, but then he remembered from Voldemort's memories about how certain rings had resizing charms on them.

"Good" said Gnarltoe. "Now no one can take over any of your vaults for any reason." Now, with you inheriting Slytherin's accounts as well as your own, we will have to get a new key made so that all of your vaults will open with one key."

Gnarltoe reached under the desk and pulled out a box and placed it on the desk. He looked at Harry and smiled. Harry sighed and asked him how many drops. Gnarltoe grinned for a second and told him that one would be enough this time.

Harry put the drop of blood on the center part of the box and watched it glow for a second. Gnarltoe opened the box and pulled out a silver key and started shaking his head. Harry asked him what the problem was. Gnarltoe handed him the key.

"Only ten account holders in Gringotts have silver keys. That lets us know that they are our richest clients and that none of us can be rude to them. I wonder who fell off the list."

Gnarltoe grabbed a book off of a shelf behind his desk and opened it. He read through it for just a second and then started laughing. "Lucius Malfoy is going to be so pissed!"

Harry laughed with him. He had never met Malfoy personally, but with what he knew of him from Voldemort's memories, he knew this would really make the man mad. Harry then had another thought. "Gnarltoe, who had my old key? I know that the Dursleys never had it or I would not have nearly as much gold."

Gnarltoe looked at his book and then at Harry. "Albus Dumbledore was your magical guardian, and was given your old key. That key will no longer work for him though."

Harry grabbed the quill and wrote another question in the book. "List all withdrawals from my vaults since October 31, 1981."

The book immediately wrote back. "One withdrawal every month for the amount of 100 galleons for payment to Dursley Family for the care of Harry James Potter."

"Gnarltoe, how do I stop those payments?" Harry asked. "Those people treated me like dirt! I will not have them paid for it any longer."

Gnarltoe told Harry to write in the book to stop payments to the Dursley Family. Harry did so and then took a large gulp of his pumpkin juice to help calm himself down. Afterwards, he told Gnarltoe and Griphook to let him know if Dumbledore ever tried to reinstate the payments.

Harry thought a moment and then looked at Gnarltoe. "Can I take this book with me sir, so I can keep an idea of what is in my vaults? Also I will need to visit vaults three twenty-one and eleven."

"Of course Harry, that book is for your use only. No one else can access it unless you give permission. The book can tell you how to do that. We can go to the vaults right now if you are ready."

Harry smiled, "Hang on just a moment." He then proceeded to finish of the last of the pumpkin juice. "Okay," he said. "Now I am ready."

Good," said Gnarltoe. "It has been a while since I go to ride in the carts. Do you mind if I ride along with you?"

Gnarltoe motioned Griphook over and whispered to him for a moment. Griphook nodded and left the room. Gnarltoe told Harry, "The carts only seat four at a time, and Griphook is going to follow us once he gets some items that we may need."

Everyone followed Gnarltoe to a waiting cart. The ride to vault three twenty-one took about five minutes and had Remus and Jennifer looking a bit green. Harry and Gnarltoe, on the other hand, looked like they wanted to go again. Harry followed Gnarltoe to the door and then asked, "Okay, how much blood do you need this time?"

Gnarltoe just laughed. "Put your hand on the box to the right of the door and state your name, then place the key in the keyhole."

Harry did so, and the door just faded away. He walked into the vault with a look of amazement on his face. This was his smallest vault and it nearly overwhelmed him with the amount of gold that was stored within. Remus and Jennifer started to follow him in but could not pass the doorway. Harry turned back and asked Gnarltoe how to allow them into the vault.

"Just place your hand back on the box and state their names, and then if you want them to have a permanent or one time pass."

Harry did as he was told and keyed both Jennifer and Remus in as having permanent access to the vault. Both protested this but stopped when Harry gave his reasoning.

"I may not be able to come in here with you every time, and if we need money for something, I want you to have access. I trust both of you to not rob me blind. This will be useful to us in the long term."

Remus and Jennifer did not like this, but both decided not to get any money out unless they absolutely had to. Harry filled a nearby bag with about two thousand galleons, and struggled to hand it to Remus to carry, but was stopped by Griphook, who had just arrived.

"We have something that will make shopping a lot easier for you sir. This is a mokeskin bag that you can put your money into and it will be easy for you to carry. Also, only you can get money out of it."

Griphook took the bag that Harry had filled and emptied it into the smaller mokeskin bag. Harry was surprised when the smaller bag did not swell or get heavier. Griphook grinned at him, "The bag has a featherlight charm on it as well as a space saving charm. Just put your hand in it and state how many galleons you want. The bag will place that amount where you can reach it."

Harry then asked about getting some converted to pounds so that they could shop out in the muggle world. Again, Griphook had the answer for him.

"We borrowed this idea from the muggles," he said, holding a black credit card out to Harry. "It pulls money from your account automatically and is used in the vast majority of muggle businesses.

Griphook then handed Harry a thick black wallet. "Hold this wallet in your hand and ask for however many pound you need. It will appear in your wallet automatically. No one else can use it unless you key them into the wallet. This will save you having to come and convert galleons to pounds every time you have to buy muggle items and also prevent your money from being stolen."

"How much do I owe you for this service," asked Harry.

Gnarltoe laughed, "Ten galleons normally, but we do not want you to run out of money, now do we? Seriously, you are one of our richest clients and so we do these sorts of things for free… for you anyway. After all, we do not want you to take your money to the Dwarves in Switzerland now do we?"

Harry looked at the still open door. "How do I close my vault, Griphook?"

"Wait until everyone is outside and place your hand on the box and say close. Do not do it with anyone inside. The vaults are airtight and you can kill someone by doing that. We do not have a way for our clients to open the door from the inside. We have lost a couple of clients that way, although to be honest, their heirs did not mind too much."

Everyone loaded up in the cart and rode the rest of the way down to vault eleven. This time, Harry did not have to be shown how to get into the vault. He opened it up and keyed Jennifer and Remus into the vault. They protested again, but Harry pointed at the stuff inside and said that they might need to get to these items without him around. They took a look inside and were forced to agree.

One wall held nothing but weapons. Some of them were goblin made items but the others were so well made that Harry could not tell the difference in them just by looking. Swords, daggers, and shields were stacked on shelves. There had to be hundreds of each type. Most of the weapons looked as if they had never been used. There was also a shelf with archery equipment in it. The second wall held nothing but the Potter Library. The third wall held family portraits. Harry looked at these a moment and then walked over to the weapons.

"Gnarltoe, how many of these are goblin made?" he asked.

Gnarltoe walked over and looked at the piles of weaponry. He turned to Harry and told him. "Two or three of each type is goblin made. The rest are made by skilled wizards. Not as good as goblin made, but still better than you can buy anywhere else.

Harry walked up to Gnarltoe "I have a proposal for you. I know that Goblins consider anything that is made by goblins to be their property correct?"

Gnarltoe nodded. "This has always been our way Harry. Most wizards do not understand this and that is part of the reason that we do not get along with wizards."

Harry smiled at Gnarltoe. "I will not lie to you Gnarltoe. I need the goblins help. Are you aware that Voldemort is not really dead?"

Gnarltoe nodded again. "We thought he might have somehow survived, but were not sure how."

"There is a prophecy that says I have to be the one to kill him… or he will kill me. I do not know the whole prophecy, but that is enough for now." Harry began. "I can use the goblins help in this. After all, if he does manage to kill me and then gain power, guess who he is going after next?

Gnarltoe growled at this. "That thing might try to kill the Goblin nation, but he would have to work at it. We will help you with this Harry. Make no mistake, we want him dead as badly as you do!"

Harry smiled, "I may need some of the goblin made swords and daggers in here for what I have to do, but once Voldemort is dead, any piece of goblin made weaponry in this room will be given back to the rightful owners, or their descendants."

Gnarltoe was shocked by this declaration. "Harry, I have to tell you that according to the Wizard/Goblin Treaty of 1613 you do not have to do that."

Harry replied, "I may not have to do it, Gnarltoe, but I believe it to be the right thing to do."

Gnarltoe and Griphook both were so shocked by this declaration that they started to bow in front of Harry. Harry saw them start to do this and grabbed each of them by the shoulder. "There is no need to bow in front of me. Friends do not bow to each other. Will you choose a goblin dagger and sword for each of you to carry back to the rightful owners, or their descendants, as well as a goblin made dagger and sword that we can take with us to use on our mission?"

Within a couple of minutes the two goblins had chose the weapons that would go back with the goblins and handed Harry a small short-sword and dagger.

Griphook handed them to Harry. "Something for you to remember Harry; since these are goblin made, they are nearly indestructible. Also¸ they will pull anything into themselves that will make them stronger. So if you dip them in Basilisk venom, for example, they will take some of the venom into themselves. This means that anything or anyone you cut with that weapon afterwards will be poisoned with Basilisk venom."

"Great," said Harry as he admired the sword. He handed the dagger to Jennifer. She was a bit nervous handling the razor sharp weapon.

"Let's have Remus carry this," she suggested.

"That would not be a good idea," Harry responded. "His furry little problem would make that dagger very dangerous for him to handle."

Remus laughed, "Your dad used to call my condition the same thing, Harry. I really do miss him!"

"I know Moony, but we will get revenge for him and my mother," said Harry.

Harry then turned to Gnarltoe. "Will my book show me an inventory of everything in here if I ask for it?"

"Yes it can, Harry. Do we need to get you anything else today from the vault?"

"Not today," Harry replied. "We will check the book to see what all is in here and come back for more if we need it."

Once all five were outside again, Harry closed the vault. He then turned back to Gnarltoe to speak. "We have other business in Diagon Alley today. Would it be okay if we set an appointment for next week?"

"Certainly, Harry!" replied Gnarltoe. "You and your friends are welcome here anytime. Next time, however, send an owl first so that you get a better… reception from the guards.

Harry smiled at Gnarltoe. "Let's have fun on the way back up Gnarltoe!"

Gnarltoe grinned back at Harry. "Of course, but do you think that Jennifer and Remus should ride with us… or Griphook?"

"That depends," said Harry. "How fast does Griphook drive?"

"He is not quite as fast as me," Gnarltoe replied.

This was enough for Jennifer and Remus. Before Harry could say anything, they were both in Griphooks cart. Before Gnarltoe or Harry could say anything else, they were gone.

"Of course," mused Gnarltoe, "he is not as good at driving as me. He tends to take steep curves on two wheels, and he has not figured out how to slow down before having to stop."

Harry just grinned to himself as he heard two terrified screams from high above him.