Disclaimer: No matter how many times I wave my wand, I do not hold any rights to any of the Harry Potter series but I am grateful to JK for writing them.

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Chapter 4: Lord Potter-Black

Harry reread the letter from Voldemort... no Tom Riddle, three times before he looked at the goblins; a single tear fell down his face.

Fireforge looked up from reading the will. "He left you everything: gold, artefacts, houses, everything including the properties of his followers and his slaves."

"To the victor go the spoils" Magnus stated.

Harry snorted. "The bastard thought of me as a son."

Harry proceeded to read the letter aloud and against his better judgement another tear fell down his cheek. "Riddle was essentially a victim of Dumbledore just like I am".

Fireforge closed the file. "You know we could confirm all of this." He again closed his eyes and several files appeared.

Fireforge looked through the files and then took out one. He opened it and read the first page. "This does confirm that Tom Marvolo Riddle opened the Slytherin vaults and one day later donated everything to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Magnus was reading another file. "In 1945 the Ravenclaw vaults were emptied and sent to the Hogwarts vaults."

Grobrick nodded reading another file, "the Gryffindor vault was emptied the day after your parents died."

Looking at the closed Hufflepuff file Harry did not have to read it to know what it stated.

Fireforge looked at all the files and then at his companions. "These vaults were not only emptied but were closed and absorbed into Gringotts, which means that the magic of the families were either transferred or no longer exist. This confirms Riddle's letter."

"Dumbledore was worse than Voldemort. He messed with my life, with our lives, he created Voldemort. I wish the bastard was alive so I could kill him. I wonder if the Headmaster's portrait at Hogwarts could be destroyed."

"Can the magic be returned?" Magnus asked to no one in particular.

"No, not without destroying Hogwarts itself. The magic is now infused in the castle itself" Fireforge answered.

There was a knock on the door and Griphook entered. "Lord Potter, Masters; Miss Ginevra Weasley is in the lobby demanding to see Lord Potter and be a part of this meeting."

"Fireforge is there a legal contract binding me to Ginny?"

"No."

"Griphook could you send Miss Weasley to an empty office and tell her that I am inspecting my school vault and I will be with her shortly" Harry told the goblin who was standing near the door.

Griphook bowed and left to do Harry's bidding.

"We could leave her there for a good half an hour before she fusses again. What should I do immediately to stop the Weasleys?"

"While the wizarding world has already accepted you as Lord Potter, you have yet to officially and legally claim the title. You also have the option of claiming the Black Lordship, as you are not blood it is optional, it would however mean more political power. Once you have claimed the titles you could don the Lordship rings. The rings have protections against many minor potions and charms so it should block any further love potions and any compulsion spells" Fireforge advised.

"It would be an honour to claim both the Potter and Black Lordships" Harry said strongly, however in his mind he was crying as he thought of the two men who both died protecting him.

"Also formally declare that Ginevra Weasley is not your intended and that she no longer has access to any vaults. You should recall all your keys and demand an audit. This will stop everyone beside you from using or accessing any of your homes or vaults" Grobrick said looking at Harry.

"If you wish you could have them arrested and publically denounce them" Magnus volunteered.

"No, I think I will just leave it as is. I am not going to have them arrested and I will let them keep what gold they have already taken. I however want back my great grandmother's dress and the Potter wedding rings and any other Potter or Black heirlooms they may have. As you have said the amount of money stolen barely made a dent in my fortune."

"Are you sure? It's not just the gold; they used a love potion on you and fraudulently sent letters pretending to be you. For that alone you could have them sent to Azkaban for at least 10 years each."

"I am sure. I want this out of the public's eye. They will not however escape punishment; I will punish them in my own way."

"If you wish we will contact the Potter elves and have the homes evacuated and blocked against everyone except you for the time being."

"Yes make everything as you suggested except the arrest. Leave Grimmauld Place open for tonight only. When I leave to go to the Burrow I will get Kreacher to block anyone from entering but not before. I will send Ginny there for the time being. Then I will deal with her and the Weasleys on my own tonight" Harry said firmly.

All three goblins nodded.

"Grobrick could you arrange for an eye healer to come to the bank now?"

"Of course Harry."

The next half an hour was a blur of activity; Harry was formally installed as both Lord Potter and Black. He signed acceptance of the Riddle fortune, legally freeing all of Voldemort's slaves. He made arrangements for the Gringotts curse breakers to check Riddle manor for cursed items (which Harry was sure existed all over the Manor) and recalled all the Potter and Black vault and home keys.

Then he sat reading some of the letters of people who had left him fortunes, while waiting on the magical optometrist. He picked up the Prince file, if he remembered correctly Snape's mother was a Prince. Opening the file he read the opening statements. Lord Prince died when Harry was eight and left all his wealth to him, though he could only claim it when he became of age. Lord Prince was in essence disappointed that his only grandchild became a Death Eater and feared that his family's wealth would go towards the resurrection of the Dark Lord and therefore left the vast fortune to a "true Prince" of the wizarding world. Harry got angry reading the document, not at the Lord Prince but at Dumbledore. He never told Snape's grandfather that the man had repented and was spying for the light side. Had Lord Prince known he would have reconciled with his grandson.

"Damn you Dumbledore; why are you not burning in hell?"

Fireforge collected the vast pile of files which held Harry's fortune and suggested that they be dealt with the following day. "I think we should reconvene tomorrow, by that time we could sort through the many files and put them into categories. You could also think about what you are going to do with all of these."

Nodding Harry told the goblin "I think I have some ideas but yes we could wait until tomorrow."

Harry paused for a second still holding the Prince file in his hands. "Could you arrange to have this entire estate passed over to Severus Snape? That bastard Dumbledore tried to cheat away his heritage as well. I think that Snape deserves his family's estate. If his grandfather knew the truth he would have left it to him."

"I will take care of it right away."

Grobrick entered with a young wizard who looked too young to be out of medical school and an old man who looked like a strong breeze would blow him over. The two walked up to Harry and shook his hands. Grobrick introduced them as the eye healers Damon Grant and his great grandson Brandon. The elder Healer Grant walked up until he was nose to nose with Harry, yanked off Harry's glasses and looked into his eyes. He started hemming, humming and mumbling. Harry thought the man a little odd but trusted Grobrick's recommendation that they were the best in Great Britain. The young healer stepped in and gently directed Harry to the divan that the goblins had conjured earlier.

"I think it would be best if we make ourselves comfortable."

Brandon Grant pulled out his wand and directed some diagnostic spells at Harry's eyes; his grandfather scowled at him. The old man pulled out what looked like a small muggle torchlight and shined it into Harry's eyes. Both healers stood up at the same time and started talking at once.

"Yes, your eyesight can be restored to full vision."

"It is a simple procedure; it will not take more than half an hour."

"We can do it right away. Boy go get my things at once."

"No need grandfather I brought them with me."

There was a knock on the door and a frazzled looking Griphook entered. "I'm sorry to disturb you Lord Potter, Healers Grant and Masters but Miss Weasley is becoming most insistent on seeing Lord Potter."

"Fireforge if you don't mind, you seem to have the ability to sooth a savage beast. Could you possibly occupy her for about forty five minutes? Tell her that you are showing me one of the Black vaults and I am trying to find the perfect wedding gift for her."

The old goblin laughed. "Of course, it would be my pleasure Lord Potter-Black" using Harry's new title for the first time. Fireforge passed over the Prince files to Grobrick speaking to him in gobbledegook for a minute and then directed Griphook to lead him to the irate Miss Weasley.

The elder healer looked at Harry in amazement. "In my 140 years on this earth, I have never heard a goblin laugh."

The eye surgery was a complete success but Harry was reminded of the Weasley twins as the two Healers kept up a running commentary of what was going on and each kept finishing the other's sentences. The two were simply brilliant and Harry for the first time in over 16 years was able to look at himself clearly in the mirror without his round nerdy glasses. He was pleased, his emerald eyes twinkling; he thanked the healers with all his heart. He was about to ask about payment when the two Healers brushed him away, it was their pleasure to do it for the Saviour of their world... that and the goblins paid them in advance. Like Healer Marchack, they handed him their card and promised that everything was confidential.

By the time the Healers left, Grobrick, Magnus and Fireforge had re-entered the room. They all smiled at Harry.

"You look amazing Harry. The removal of your glasses has really enhanced your looks."

"Yes for a human you are quite, what's the word... handsome."

Harry blushed.

"I have something that will make you look even more dashing."

Harry looked at Magnus as he handed him fine black robes with the Potter and Black crests on them, black leather boots, as well as a black walking stick with a golden Lion's Head on the top.

"These are gorgeous, thank you."

"Yes well a wizard of your stature should remind others that you are not a young boy but a powerful wizard and Lord of our world" Fireforge told the new Lord Potter-Black as he helped him with the robes.

"With your permission, we will have a new wardrobe made for you by tomorrow."

"I don't know how to thank you three you have saved my life. I owe you a life debt."

"Please no Harry you don't, your gold and friendship are all we desire."

"Here are the Prince files all transferred to Severus Snape. As well as a few papers you might need tonight" Grobrick handed Harry a soft leather briefcase.

Looking at the young wizard all three goblins smiled. Yes, no one would underestimate him again; he looked every part the Noble and Honourable Lord Potter-Black.