Hey people. I just want to ask you to please review to help my story become better and to give me ideas for more fan fics. I think I'm only going to have Harry Potter fan fics so please don't ask me for others.
Disclaimer: I'm not a billionaire, so don't even think that J.K. Rowling is my alias.
This is post fifth book so in the summer between fifth and sixth
~Parseltoungue~
Flashback
Gobbledygook – the goblin language
Thoughts
(Umm... the conscience?)
Last Chapter
And for the second time that day, harry blacked out.
"Why, in the world does Lord Potter-Black-Pendragon-Merlin-Grindelwald-Evans-Gryffindor-Ravenclaw-La Fay keep fainting today?"
Chapter 3 Revenge Is a Dish Best Served With Ice-Cream
After Harry fainted again, he was taken to the infirmary as something extraordinary had taken place. He was transforming into the handsome/hot young man that he would have been without the neglect and occasional abuse.
His muscles were becoming well deformed, as well as putting a little of weight on. He was also losing the baby fat in his face, which would make his eyes stand out more against his black hair. You could almost mistake him for an angel, with the aristocratic grace that could show, even he was sleeping.
He then woke up.
Everything was as clear as looking at a diamond through a microscope. At first he thought he didn't have his glasses on, but guess again!
He also noticed that his robes were straining against his body and that it was a couple of centimetres too short.
"What happened?" he asked while noticing that he was in an infirmary of some sort, with Ragnok standing at the side of his bed.
"You passed out again Lord Potter-Black-Pendragon-Merlin-Grindelwald-Evans-Gryffindor-Ravenclaw-La Fay."
"Now that you have the Head or House rings, and amulet, you have automatically claimed the Wizengamot seats which would have no doubt alerted Mr. Dumbledore to your situation."
"Does this mean that I still have to go to Hogwarts?"
"I'm afraid so. Even Lords need to go to school. But as a Lord of the Founders, you are immune to detentions, suspensions and expulsions. You also cannot be subject to the points system."
"How do you know about the points system? That's kind of creepy."
"Miss Bones asked that as well"
"Okay, what about Dumbledore? In the letter Sirius gave me, he thought that Dumbledore was taking money out of my vault"
"SnarleyyGoblin! Get me all of Lord Potter-Black-Pendragon-Merlin-Grindelwald-Evans-Gryffindor-Ravenclaw-La Fay's files"
"Of course Mr Ragnok, Sir!"
2 minutes later SnarleyyGoblin came back holding nine different folders. He gave the folders to Ragnok who started cross-referencing them with the other files.
10 minutes later he was onto the last folder when he started shouting in Gobbledygook
"SnarleyyGoblin! Bring in LongHorne! He will be executed for this. Mark my words!"
"Would you please explain to me what happened just then to make you scream like a maniac?"
Pushing the files into Harry's hands, Ragnok stood up and started pacing.
Harry Potter Trust Vault - at last check
Number of Galleons: 154,2424
Number of Sickles: 112,429
Number of Knuts: 1342,890
Number transferred to Trust from Family Vault per month: 50,000 Galleons
Transfer History for the past year:
100,000 Galleons to Albus Dumbledore's private vault per month
5,000 Galleons to Weasley Family Vault per year A/n: so the rest of the family think she just got a job to earn a little extra money
80,000 Galleons to Molly Weasley's private vault per month
40,000 Galleons to Ginny Weasley per week
50,000 to Hermione Granger's vault- transferred to muggle bank per month
50,000 to Ron Weasley private vault per month
Transactions authorised and oversaw by LongHorne.
Harry was astounded. Never had he known that he was that rich! And he hasnt even seen the rest of his assets.
Bang! The door slammed open and a regiment of goblins walked through holding onto a goblin who seemed to be swearing in gobbledygook.
"LongHorne, you are charged with Grand Larceny. How do ye plead?"
Drawing himself up to his full height. He said "Oh, yeah? What proof do you have?"
Sneering at the pitiful excuse for a goblin of Gringotts, Ragnok told him that he had forgotten that every transaction has been recorded on a duplicate set of documents in the archives.
Since when was there an archives? Were the thoughts racing through Harry's head (you really are a piece of work, aren't you harry?) oh, thank you (that wasn't a compliment, by the way you still haven't gotten that hot dog) go get it yourself (I can't, remember I'm your, uh, conscience?) ...and? (I can't walk idiot, Your conscience is in your head)
"Well then, you will have to cope without your bloody hotdog"... everyone was staring at him. Turning to Ragnok he asked, "Can I leave now?"
"Of course Lord Potter-Black-Pendragon-Merlin-Grindelwald-Evans-Gryffindor-Ravenclaw-La Fay."
"We really need to shorten that name"
"At least you have not come into the Hufflepuff and Slytherin heritage as of yet. If you were to marry Miss. Bones, or she and Tom Riddle were to die you would be the new Lord Potter-Black-Pendragon-Merlin-Grindelwald-Evans-Gryffindor-Ravenclaw-La Fay-Hufflepuff-Slytherin."
And with that note, our hero left to go to Florean Fortescues Ice Cream Parlour.
While he was walking, he definitely noticed a few witches checking him out.
Walking up to the counter, he ordered a double Mushle Brunkle Ice cream (picture rocky road with something similar to tiny Boost bars), and sat over near the window and started to eat.
When he was half way through his ice cream, he noticed three familiar heads heading his way. Two redheads and a bushy brunette.
"Harry mate, what are you doing here? "
"Professor Dumbledore and the order are going spare looking for you"
And Ginny was just checking him out. Apparently his abs was worth dribbling for.
Deciding to keep his cool for a moment "I only felt like an ice cream, jeesh"
"An ice cream! You had us worried for an ice cream?" By this moment she was shrieking and everyone inside and just outside the ice cream parlour were staring at them as if to ask what the hell was going on.
"Are you worried about me, or my money? You know that you are going to be arrested, right?"
The spectator's eyes were practically bulging out of their heads. With the three wankers opening and closing their mouths like goldfish, Harry turned to walk out the door.
"Oh and Ron" he said turning around once more "I know how much you love food so here, have some ice cream." And with that he shoved what was left of his ice cream into Ron's face and left, leaving a confused audience and three angry teenagers."
Deciding that he may as well get some shopping don, he turned into a second hand robe shop to buy a dark cloak with a hood, and entered Knockturn alley.
Heyy, sorry that I was taking soooo long updating this chapter, but I went to Sydney to visit my aunt and forgot to take my laptop with me. I hope that this chapter makes up for it *insert puppy dog face here*
Keep reviewing!
A/N My fave fic of the day is:
Jaded Avenger by deaths demise
-Dumped by his aunt, Harry grows up on the streets. Wizarding world knows nothing of this abandonment for 10yrs by then is it too late? Who will be his allies? Ron, Ginny, Hermione Bashing Manipulative Dumbledore. Independent, Dark Harry.
