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Two figures walked out of Gringotts in good spirits. Well one walked the other skipped like a giddy little school girl.
"Uncle David, I know your happy but you are realy embarrasing me at the moment." Was Michael's annoyed only response to his uncles behavior.
"YOU are rich Michael, and by extension I am rich. You have more money than either of us could spend in ten lifetimes. Just think of what we could do with that much money, and to think it came from only ten percent of the tuition paid at only ONE school." Giggleing to himself as he walked down the steps of Gringotts he didn't see his nephew rolling his eyes at his uncle.
"Now you're my Rich crazy uncle."
"It's too bad we can only fit 500 galleons in these expandable bank bags."
"Yeah too bad at that." Good thing Uncle David doesn't listen too well when he's bathing himself in gold coins. Otherwise he would know about the bank drafts the goblin handed me were Michael's private thoughts on the matter.
"Well, I'm off to the pubb. Maybe I can make some business contacts here. The American business is drying up now a days."
"Right...Don't spend all your money. I am NOT going on one of those cart rides today. Puking all over that goblin was not pleasant for either of us."
"You and your motion sickness. You can stomach the vilest things out there, but can't keep it down when you ride in anything that that moves up or down more than a few inches. Meet at the ice cream shop in two hours." Pointing at the shop just down the street he quickly walks off to the pub leaving a thirteen year old with unlimited funds to himself.(he doesn't know about the unlimited funds but 500 galleons is still alot of money)
With a crafty and disturbing look Michael began his shopping spree with undisguised glee.
Six Weeks later- Gringotts bank
"Key please."
Handing the goblin his key Harry Potter was wondering what he was going to do for the time he would be staying at the Leaky Cauldron. After his escape from Privet drive and his meeting with the minister regarding his blown up aunt he was trying to decide what to do with his time.
"Your key Mr. Potter. You have a message from the new head of your family." said the goblin as he handed back his key.
This startled Harry more than anything else. He had family he didn't know about? Family other than his aunt?
"What is the message?" His hesitant reply was caused by fear that this as a dream.
"If you need any help we are to direct you to him." Was the goblins reply.
"When did he become the head of my family." This situation was just too surreal.
"Six weeks ago he came in and laid claim to the Gryffindor inheritance as you declined to lay claim to it in the past two years you have been part of the wizarding world. Opened the option to find another possible heir. One was found, contacted and accepted by the inheritance ritual and declared the new lord Gryffindor."
"But how does that make him the head of my family? I'm a Potter." Asked Harry bewildered.
"As the last blood heirs of Gryffindor, which you are one of two, one of you regardless of surname would be made the main heir of the wealth, titles, and responsiblilities the line entails. One of which is the care and well being of other blood relations. You may decide to publicly split from your blood relations, but you would be forever declaring independence from the family's protection. I am surprised you are ignorant of these facts. Your education is almost as lacking as your family head." this was in fact the longest converstation Harry had ever had with a goblin. This was in fact the indirect result of the lord Gryffindors extension of assistance. The bank likes to keep it's rich customers happy.
"So where can I find him?" If he could find his relative he could finally escape the Dursley's for good. This could be his dream come true.
"You can find him at his new property. It's unpottable so you'll have to use his floo access. The floo address is The Cat's Lair." Speaking in distaste at the mention of the floo address. It was obvious that the goblin found something wrong with it. Whether he had visited the home or had something against cats was unclear. "Ask for Lord Michael of House Gryffindor."
Filing the name and information away for use Harry was distracted until the goblin spoke again.
"Will you still be visiting your trust vault Mr. Potter?"
"What? Ohh yes I still need to purchase some of my supplies."
"Yes, yes of course. Fragshard! Take Mr. Potter to his vault."
"Have a good day Mr. Potter." Was the last the goblin said as Harry was lead away.
As Harry got into the cart with the goblin. He couldn't help but reflect on how well the goblin teller had treated him compared to other times he had been in the bank. Not to mention the bombshell dropped on him about his new relation.
I'll have to see about visiting him sometime today. Goodbye hell at the Dursley. One way or another he was going to get away from them and learn more about his family.
Author's Notes: Points to anyone who can tell me where lord michael home name came from. lol
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