A/N: Okay here's my next installment. Word of warning Dumbledore is not favored in this chapter so beware if you like dear old Albus stop reading.
Disclaimer:
Fred: Hey George why are we doing the disclaimer
George: Cause Darkcloud's lost her mind and decided to trap the evil sock stealing snowmen using their natural enemy.
Fred: What's that?
George: (shrugs) Not sure. She left mumbling something about pink glitter an hour ago.
Fred: What the hell does she need pink glitter for?
George: No clue but if it actually works I'll eat that jello from the fifties she has next to her bed.
Fred: (shudders at the thought) Man that's nasty!
George: I know, but I think we got a little side tracked and I really don't want the author mad at me
Fred: yeah, so Darkcloud owns…
George: Nothing except the product of her dark and somewhat twisted mind, but don't tell her I said that! (yells at the first year that just ran toward Darkcloud's room)
Fred: hehehehe you're gonna get it Gred
George: Oh shut it Forge.
Fred: Your own fault you know authors are all off their rockers
Darkcloud: (enters hallway and glares at the twins)
George: I think we're both in trouble now
Fred: Well I hope people at least enjoy the chapter…
George: Even if we won't be in anymore
Darkcloud: (stalks over and drags them over to a small bamboo cage by their ears.) I'll let you out once I've captured the sock thieves.
An hour later Harry was walking up the steps in front of Gringotts. He stepped inside and made his way over to a goblin that didn't look busy.
"Hello." He said quietly.
"Good day, how may I be of assistance?" The goblin asked courteously.
"I need to talk to someone about my account." Harry told him quietly. "I'd like to keep this quiet if I can."
"Of course, financial matters are no one elses concern. Name please."
"Harry Potter."
"Ah, I see why you wish to keep this quiet. Come with me, Mr. Potter and keep your head down." The goblin told him sharply before leading him through a door and downa hallway to a large office. "The director of special accounts will be with you shortly. Wait here please, Mr. Potter." He bowed and left the room quickly.
Running a hand through his hair Harry sank down into a chair facing the desk. A few moments later an older looking goblin entered and sat across from him. "Good day Mr. Potter, I am Gracknog. We have been trying to get a hold of you for quite some time. What may I ask has brought you here today?"
Harry shifted uncomfortably. "You know what happened at the Ministry right?"
"Indeed we do, Mr. Potter." Gracknog confirmed. "We are also aware of the Minister's…dislike of you at the moment. Perhaps I should explain some things to you Mr. Potter."
"Harry, I hate being called Mr. Potter." Harry interrupted.
"Very well, Harry. There are many things of which I am certain you are not aware involving your account. For instance how much gold do you believe you possess?"
Harry frowned. "What's in my vault, you mean there's more?"
"Oh, yes Harry there is much more. You see when James Potter died you were his only living relative making you his heir. You inherited all of the Potter holdings. Of course these accounts were frozen at the time of your father's death, however since you turned fifteen these accounts were unfrozen and have been in use."
"Wait! If I didn't know about the accounts whose been using them?" Harry asked.
"Your magical guardian Albus Dumbledore." Gracknog supplied. "This is why we have been trying to get in touch with you. We had a feeling that you were unaware of what was happening."
"Then why did you let him take the money?" Harry asked glaring at the goblin.
"Ahh, you see we had no choice." Here Gracknog did not look happy. "He brought in a letter on your fifteenth birthday with your magical signature and a sample of your blood, which is required for all transactions when you are not present. This letter stated that as your magical guardian he would gain access to your vaults. We tried to contact you immediately but were unable to and we had no choice but to honor the letter."
"So not only has he lied to me but he stole from me too?" Harry seethed angrily. "Did he try to do anything else?" Gracknog hesitated for a moment before summoning a piece of parchment and handing it to Harry. "What is this?" Harry asked in horror as he continued to read.
"It is a marriage contract between yourself and Miss Ginerva Weasley. As your magical guardian Mr. Dumbledore has the right to arrange a marriage for you. Of course he once again required a sample of your blood."
"You mean I have to marry Ginny or lose my magic?" Harry shouted angrily.
"Indeed not Harry, when we scanned the sample of your blood this time we came upon a discrepancy. It seemed there was a compulsion spell cast on you at the time the sample was collected. Therefore we would not bind the contract, however we did not inform Mr. Dumbledore of this. He believes the contract is valid and must be completed before your twenty first birthday or you will lose your magic. This however, is not the case. You will not have to marry Miss Weasley nor will you lose any of your magic."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You have no idea how much that means to me!" Harry exclaimed throwing the parchment aside. "But how do I deal with what he's already done?"
"Might I suggest recalling all of your vault keys." Gracknog suggested. "At least until we can settle everything."
Harry nodded. "Yes do that."
Gracknog called another goblin in and talked to him in Gobbledygook before turning back to Harry. I believe we should go over everything you have inherited not only since you were an infant but also since your godfathers death as he made you his sole heir."
"Sirius made me his heir?" Harry asked dumbly.
"Yes, so you have now inherited all of the black vaults as well as the Potter vaults." He summoned two think folders and set them on the table between them. "Let me see you inherited forty vaults from you father as well as another thirty-three from your godfather. All combined bringing your inheritance to five billion twenty thousand one hundred twenty-two galleons. This of course does not include the many family heirlooms businesses or properties you have inherited." Harry blinked in shock and stared at Gracknog. "Mr. Potter are you alright?"
"You mean to tell me that I'm rich and I spent the first ten years of my life living in a cupboard?" Harry croaked.
"Indeed Harry you are one of the richest wizards in England. Even with what Mr. Dumbledore has taken from you it barely made a dent in your fortune."
Harry groaned and dropped his head insto his hands. "What am I going to do?" He asked no one in particular.
"I am afraid I do not know what you speak of." Gracknog said in confusion.
"My best friends hate me, I trusted Dumbledore and he betrayed me, my godfather's dead because I was an idiot, and if I stay in England much longer Fudge'll try to commit me to the psyche ward at St. Mungo's and have me declared insane. And now I'm rich. What am I supposed to do?" He asked again the shock of everything catching up with him and causing him to cry ever so slightly.
"Perhaps we should get something to eat. It may help to calm your nerves." Gracknog ordered two meals to be brought one with usual human fare as well as a calming draught. "Here this will help." He handed the potion to Harry who drank it down and grimaced at the taste but after a few moments he was feeling better.
"Thanks, I haven't really eaten much today." He said after they had finished there meal.
"You are our client, it is our duty to ensure your financial needs are met, and one cannot concentrate properly on an empty stomach. Now about your friends I can do nothing, however if you wish to press charges against Dumbledore for fraud we will provide evidence at the trial."
Harry shook his head. "No that'll just give Fudge more of a reason to have me committed."
"Very well then I would strongly advise making it so you have to personally show up in order for anyone else to access your account."
Harry nodded. "That sounds good. But what am I going to do about Fudge?"
"Unfortunately he is not guilty of any crimes we have proof of. We suspect he has been behind several frauds, however, we cannot get any evidence of it." Gracknog frowned thoughtfully leaning back in his chair and fixing Harry with an appraising look. "You say your friends hate you, what of your family?"
Harry blinked for a moment. "They wish I was dead."
"So you are not attached to this place?"
Harry shook his head.
"Perhaps it would be better for you if you were to go somewhere else and make a new life." Harry blinked for a moment before a slow smile spread across his face.
"How we would we pull that off?"
"We would need to change your name, and perhaps modify your appearance enough that you will not be instantly recognized. Then we can take a decent amount out of your account and you will start a new account under your new name. A Gringotts goblin will be the only one capable of telling you are both Harry Potter and whatever new identity you choose."
Harry grinned. "How do we get started?" He asked cheerfully.
The first thing Harry did was pick his new name. He thought about James but that seemed too obvious. Instead he finally settled on Evan Jamison Taylor, so he had both his mother's and father's names but they weren't obviously from them.
The next was picking a place to live. He couldn't use any of his properties since that would be a dead giveaway and he had no idea what it was like anywhere else. So they set up a map and he closed his eyes and randomly threw three darts. One landed in the ocean and was immediately vetoed. Another landed in Germany which was vetoed because he didn't know German. The third landed on the southern coast of Ireland.
Gracknog nodded his approval of that. "Ireland has its own Ministry of magic. Minister Fudge could not legally take you from there, of course there are other ways he could take you."
Harry nodded. "But will I be able to find a place to live there?" He asked worrying his lower lip.
Gracknog nodded and gave another goblin orders in Gobbledygook. "A real estate agent will be here shortly to answer your question. Now we should discuss how much money you wish to put in your new account."
Harry sat down and sighed. "I don't really know. I mean I still have two years of school to finish, and how am I going to finish those?" He asked in a panic.
"Do not worry, you can hire a tutor to teach you at home. Ireland doesn't not have the same rules about underage magic. Many are homeschooled there." Gracknog told him simply. "Now you can take up to three point five million out of any one of your vaults and it would most likely go unnoticed by anyone who does not know of your wealth. You can use this to make your new account at our branch in Ireland so no one here would suspect you. Does this sound reasonable?"
"Three and a half million?" Harry gasped. "I, I don't really think I'll need that much. I mean I can start work in two years."
"It would be better to be safe rather than sorry. I do have to ask you about what you would like to do with your businesses. We have been taking care of them discreetly and you have made quite a large profit so far. Would you like us to continue in this manner or would you prefer we show you how to run a business?"
"Oh, I think it'd be better if you kept at it." Harry rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"Very good, you can be assured we will continue to make as large a profit as we can for you. Now before the real estate agent arrives perhaps we should change your appearance so you aren't recognized." Harry nodded as Griphook got a thoughtful frown and cast a few glamours on him. "Excellent she should now see Mr. Evan Taylor. Now I would suggest when you buy a house the funds should come from your potter vaults to further the discrepancy between your transfer."
"Sounds good." Harry said as the door opened and Griphook led the real estate agent in.
"Ah Mr. Taylor is it. My name is Christine Heart. I understand you're looking for a home in Ireland." She introduced herself sweeping long blone hair away from her pale blue eyes.
Harry nodded. "I'm looking to leave Britian for a while."
"And what part of Ireland where you interested in?" She asked leafing through a magical briefcase.
"The Southern Coast."
"Ahh, the southern coast is lovely. It does get a bit chilly though so I'd suggest studying up on warming charms. Now let me see what I have available. What is your price range by the way?"
"Oh, um price isn't an issue." Harry said uncomfortably.
"Really, well then I have quite a few options. Would you prefer to live near muggles or perhaps a wizarding community?"
"Um, wizarding I suppose." He really didn't want to live anywhere like Privet drive.
"Lucky for you there are several small communities in Southern Ireland which consist of both muggles and wizards. Most of the muggles have either married into wizarding families, or they had wizarding children so their very magic tolerant and know all about it." She flashed him a pearly white smile.
"Oh, well that'd be great!" Harry smiled back.
"Excellent now I have five homes for sale near or in several mixed communities. Are you planning on having children in the future?"
"Well, I'm a bit young right now but I would like to have children someday."
"Alright, then the smaller homes probably won't do or you'll just end up house hunting again in a few years. Now here are our larger estates." She handed Harry several sheets of papers.
Picking the first one Harry started to look through it. "Now this estate is a great investment property."
"Why's the price so low?" Harry asked curiously. From the pictures it looked like it would be worth more.
"It has been empty since the last occupants passed away around thirty years ago. I'll admit this property does need some tender love and care but it would be perfect for a growing family once it's been fixed up." She told him sweetly.
"Um, I'm not really looking to have to do a whole lot of work on the house." Harry said softly.
"In that case I think this estate would be perfect for you." She took the third option from the bottom of the pile and handed it to him. "It has sprawling grounds with a large pond that is perfect for swimming in the summer. The garden is a bit messy but with some work it would be a paradise."
"What about the house?" Harry asked curiously. So far it sounded really good.
"The house was built in the late 1840's it's been wizard owned for its entire life so it doesn't have any modern muggle fixtures but it has beautiful woodwork and it's been kept up very well over the years." She said excitedly. "It is rather large but if you're considering a family in the next five years or so it would be perfect and there's plenty of room for friends to stay over. There are five bedrooms, two with attached bathrooms. There are two other bathrooms, one upstairs and one downstairs. There is a large living area and the kitchen is perfect for making a meal for yourself or a Christmas feast. It does come partially furnished but you will need to add furniture to it I'm sure."
Harry nodded. "It sounds great. How much?" He asked biting his bottom lip.
"Well the current owners have already started moving and they're in rather a hurry to get rid of the house so the price is lower than it would be normally. They're looking to get one hundred twenty thousand galleons for it." Christine answered. "Which for this property and the amount of land is remarkable."
"Will I have any neighbors?"
"You do have neighbors on the right. They own and operate a dog breeding business on their property. This wouldn't be a problem since the house is set far enough away you won't here anything."
Harry bit his lip and looked at Gracknog. "What do you think? I mean I've never bought a house before."
Gracknog looked over the estate and everything it entailed and nodded. "The price is a bit low but it has been listed for two years. I believe for the money you would be spending it would be an excellent investment."
Harry nodded. "I like the idea of being out of the public eye. I think I'll take it."
"Excellent." Christine said excitedly. "The family is just finishing moving out. How much would you like to put down?"
"Uhhh…" Harry frowned and looked at Gracknog for help.
"I would advise putting down half of the asking price." The goblin put in.
Harry nodded. "I'll put half the asking price down. And I'd like to move as soon as possible."
Christine was a little taken aback. "Well, I see you really are very eager to get this property. If I can get a bank bond I will come back tomorrow with the current owner to settle the deal as long as no one else wants the house."
Gracknog stood and went to the door. He spoke with Griphook outside in Gobbledygook before returning.
"Griphook will bring the bank bond."
"Very good. Why don't you two look over the contract while we wait?" Christine handed Gracknog a copy of her usual sales contract.
Once he'd looked it over and explained it to Harry Griphook was back and handed the bank bond over. Harry looked at Gracknog as he handed over a quill and ink. He nodded. "You can go ahead and sign Mr. Taylor."
Harry nodded and signed Evan J. Taylor at the bottom of the contract.
"Excellent, I'll be back tomorrow at around one o'clock to close the deal." Christine smiled taking the bank bond and contract as she stood. "It was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Taylor." She offered her hand which Harry took willingly.
Griphook led her out and Gracknog sat back in his chair and looked at Harry. "I believe once the paperwork changing your name is in order we should call it a day, Harry." He said as kindly as a goblin can be.
"Where should I stay?"
"I will make arrangements for you at a muggle hotel for the night. A portkey will take you there tonight."
Harry nodded as one of the other goblins from earlier came in with a whole sheaf of papers. Harry started the tedious process of signing and initialing everything. Finally Gracknog said he was finished and he sat back in relief.
"Congratulations, you are now Mr. Evan Jamison Taylor." Harry now Evan smiled at that. "Now this is a portkey that will take you to a muggle hotel here in London. I have it set so your bill will be paid directly from your account. Might I suggest some relaxation before tomorrow? You will be able to get a good meal and don't worry about the cost it will all be taken care of. Your reservation is under Evan Taylor. Be sure to be checked out before eight am tomorrow morning since that is when the portkey will bring you back here to my office. It will be safer than taking the night bus again even with your glamour." Gracknog said handing him a muggle pen.
"Thank you so much I honestly don't know what I would have done without your help." Evan said with a smile.
"Nonsense you are our client it is our job to protect you. Good night Mr. Taylor." He stepped back and Evan felt the familiar tug around his navel.
When he stopped spinning Evan found himself in a sheltered corner of a large muggle hotel in London. Smiling he pocketed the pen and walked inside thankful he'd changed into his muggle clothes on the train.
Walking into the hotel and up to the main desk Evan smiled shyly. "Can I help you sir?" The manager behind the desk asked.
"Yes I'm Evan Taylor. I have a reservation." He smiled.
The manager typed something into his computer and smiled. "Ah, yes. Do you have any luggage?"
Evan shook his head. "I'm just staying for the night."
"I see." The manager said his name tag read Jeff. "Here is your key. Room 304 on the third floor. Is there anything else you will need?"
"Yes, how late is the kitchen open?"
"The kitchen is open for two more hours. Just dial 346 on the phone in your room to be connected." He smiled. "Have a pleasant evening."
"Thank you." Evan said heading over to the elevators. Once he'd made it to his room he ordered room service and looked out the window. He smiled as he looked out at the Thames. He had a good feeling about tomorrow. "Maybe things will finally start to go my way." He murmured softly as his dinner arrived.
A/N: Well what do you think? I had trouble writing the goblin, cause I'm not real sure how goblins are supposed to act but I think I did ok. Yes Dumbledore is a manipulative bastard who should rot in hell and Fudge is an idiot.
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