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Harry glared blearily at his father across the long dining room table, not happy at all about being abruptly woken from a very nice sleep by Julian, shoved unceremoniously in the shower, dragged to breakfast—only to find out it was only six in the morning! Six!

Crowley watched in amusement over his newspaper as Harry muttered to himself, switching between giving him a cute glare to poking at his food. He snorted, causing Harry to snap his head up from his plate to glare at him again. Crowley schooled his face as Harry eyed him suspiciously 'teenagers…' He grinned behind the newspaper as Harry went back to pouting at his food 'my son is too damn cute…'

One hour later Harry was sure he was dreaming, maybe he dozed off at breakfast? 'Yes' Harry nodded to himself, that must be it, because there is no way that this can be real. Harry stared hard at his father, willing himself to wake up, only to be disappointed a moment later when nothing happened. Perhaps it is true? His father was actually chatting with a goblin?

chatting with a goblin. Well perhaps this wasn't the strangest thing he has ever seen… Harry sighed, looking at the unbelievable scene, just in time to catch the goblin smile. Okay— he takes that back, this was definitely the strangest thing he has ever seen.

Harry startled out of his thoughts as Crowley placed a hand on his shoulder "Come on, Larnast here is going to take us to see Ragnok, your vault supervisor."

Larnast grumbled as led them down a long, elaborate hallway filled with identical doors on either side. They walked in silence for a few tense moments before they stopped at one of the nondescript doors. Harry watched as the goblin placed his hand in a fist before beating it against his chest and grunting before abruptly turning around and leaving.

Crowley watched the goblin walk away in amusement, before turning to face his son who just continued to stare at the space the goblin had left. He snickered at the look on his face "The Goblins and I have an… arrangement. They get a cut from my… business partners when they... move on— in exchange for information and recourses."

Harry nodded, even though he was a bit suspicious of what his father wasn't saying, but he figured that he would be better off not knowing.

Crowley chuckled, knowing exactly what he must be thinking. "Come on" he patted Harry's shoulder "Let's go."

Crowley pushed the door open, guiding Harry to sit on a creaky-looking chair, before moving to sit on one himself. Harry watched enviously as he made the action look elegant, looking dignified even in such an uncomfortable chair. Crowley folded his hands on his crossed legs, clearing his throat impatiently.

They watched in hidden amusement as the goblin startled, looking up at them "Ah yes. I have been waiting for you two. I am Ragnok… let's get right to business, shall we?" He shuffled through the papers piled on his cluttered desk "Potter… I have been waiting for someone to come and sort out this… mess— here it is."

The goblin cleared his throat as he read from a long parchment "1981, Albus Dumbledore sealed the wills of Lily and James Potter illegally… placed the beneficiary Harry Potter with unknown persons, bypassing the will— illegally. Named himself magical guardian…" the goblin scoffed "Confiscated all assets and monies given to Harry Potter in 1981 for— 'defeating the Dark Lord, saving us from such evil, etc. etc.' Sealed all lineage vaults, except the Potter trust vault…" Ragnok shook his head as he continued to read, amazed that a goblin-kind could let all this happen.

"Also in 1981— a few months later, the vault of James Potter is opened by Albus Dumbledore with the removal of 200 galleons— illegally of course— continuing once a year in 1982, 1983, etc. Until…"

He shifted more papers around, picking up another parchment "Until 1991 where 250 galleons were removed—15 of the galleons were tracked into the vault of one Molly Weasley, another 15 to Ginevera Weasley, and 20 into the vault of Ronald Weasley. The same transaction has continued for five subsequent years, with the latest being this year."

Ragnok straightened in his seat, looking directly at Crowley and Harry, smiling nastily at them "The goblin traitor who was previously handling your accounts has been appropriately dealt with as soon as we were made aware of the illegal activities… we take theft very seriously."

He folded his hands on the desk, leaning towards them eagerly, his smile widening in anticipation "The question is now… what do you want to do? I'm assuming you want your money back, I have already drawn the paperwork. I just need your signature ."

A few moments passed in silence, Harry and Ragnok staring at Crowley's blank face tensely. Harry held his breath as Crowley spoke, wary at the calm tone, "The Weasleys…" Crowley inhaled sharply through his nose "Yes, yes… of… course we will be getting our money back… along with… compensation."

"O-of course sir." The goblin stuttered, starting to sweat from the danger in the room "It is within your rights to do so…" Ragnok opened a desk drawer, taking out a parchment and a quill, starting to write. "For this size of theft, the standard is 20 percent of—"

"50 percent of monetary assets. 20 percent of all other assets."

"E-excuse me?" the goblin squeaked, Harry watching in hidden amusement as the ink from the tip of the quill dripped unchecked onto the goblins robes.

"70 percent total of all assets that the Weasleys currently hold and will acquire in the future." Crowley continued ruthlessly. "And of course, Gringotts will also allow compensation… shall we say— by doubling the monies lost by the hands of your traitorous staff?"

The goblin sputtered "70 percent— double! Sir, that— that is outrageous! You can't expect—"

"Yes, you are quite right." Crowley interrupted, giving the goblin a cruel smile "I am being too lenient, aren't I? Especially after the agreement I made with Gringotts… lets change that to triple the monies and add 10 percent of any assets seized by Gringotts in the future."

"TRIPLE?!" The Goblin gasped, but Crowley continued relentlessly "Well if you feel like that isn't good enough we can always raise it higher..."

"No! No, triple is fine. And ten percent… yes, yes very good sir." Ragnok speedily started writing, hoping that the demon wouldn't change his mind.

"Oh! One more thing!" The goblin looked up in dread "My son needs to have a purification ritual performed. Today."

"Of course, sir. Wh-why don't I call in our specialist so you can have that done while I draw up these contracts."

"Yes, I think we will do just that."

Ragnok nodded quickly, touching his long spindly fingers to a glass orb sitting in the only uncluttered corner of his desk "I require Karlack for a purification ritual right away" the orb emitted a soft glow when Ragnok removed his fingers, and he went immediately back to writing.

"He will be here shortly." He spoke, not looking up from the desk.

"Wonderful." Crowley smiled winningly "And once you are finished with the contract, forward it to Hurfast, won't you? He will take it from there."

Ragnok grunted in affirmation, just as there was a knock on the door. Ragnok waved his hand uncaringly at the door, swinging it open magically to reveal a surprisingly tall goblin.

"I'm Karlack, follow me." Was all he said before turning around and shuffling down the hallway.

"Well…" Crowley said as he stood up, Harry following suit. "I guess that's our cue." He straightened his jacket, smoothing it down before striding confidently out the door.

Harry followed, but stopped just outside the room, turning back to address the goblin diligently writing at his desk "Err… thanks for your help…"

Ragnok grunted, never stopping in his writing. He waved a hand again, Harry stepping back in shock as the door closed in his face.

Well… Harry shrugged, glancing about the hallway, spotting his father and the goblin, who was impatiently tapping his foot, waiting for him at the end of the hallway.

Harry hurried to catch up to them, embarrassed for making them wait. The goblin huffed, turning and walking away again without a word. Crowley rolled his eyes at the goblins back, sharing an amused smile with Harry before they both followed after the goblin.

The goblin leads them down multiple hallways, the air feeling colder and damper the longer they walked. He stopped at a massive set of double doors, etched with many strange runes and designs.

The doors moved open, just enough for them to squeeze through, before they shut behind them again. Harry gaped at the antechamber, tracing the different runes, not one inch of the place blank. Crowley whistled, impressed. "Nice…"

Karlack cleared his throat, throwing a bundled-up cloth at Harry "Take off your clothes and put this on," he ordered.

Harry just stared at the goblin, shifting on his feet uncomfortably. Karlack huffed in irritation, pointing him towards a small door.

Harry changed quickly in the bathroom, uncomfortable wearing no clothes beneath the white ceremonial robe.

Harry walked back out of the room, holding the robe closed self-consciously. He looked up from his bare feet, watching his father and Karlack talk in hushed tones. After a moment, they both looked at him, Crowley sighing at he walked over to him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked seriously "Karlack told me that your personality might change and— I- I- just wanted to let you know that I— even if you don't want to go through with this— that I love you, and that no matter what changes or doesn't change, that I still will love you, Harry."

Harry nodded, feeling a weight lifting from his chest that he didn't even realize was there. "I—" he cleared his throat "I l-love you too, dad."

Crowley breathed in deeply, before quickly wrapping Harry in a tight hug. He held him in his arms for a few moments, both of them clutching at each other desperately, never wanting to let go, but knowing that they must. Crowley sighed, pulling back from the hug. He ruffled Harry's hair, "Alright, let's do this then, eh?" he grinned, leading Harry over to the goblin who handed Harry a vial, with the short instruction of "Drink this."

"What is it?" Harry stared warily at the… sludge.

"You don't want to be awake for the ritual. Depending on the level of repressions put upon you and how long it has remained on, you would feel agonizing pain…" Karlack explained, wanting to go into detail but stopping himself after seeing Crowley glaring at him warningly.

Harry drank quickly, wanting to get the ritual over with as soon as possible. He watched as the goblin went around a circle he only now noticed, lighting up candles and runes as he went.

"Lay down in the middle of the circle." He instructed once he was finished. Harry did, starting to feel woozy soon after. He settled down, staring at the ceiling as the goblin moved around him. A short while later, his mind started drifting…

his head feeling lighter…

his eyes heavier…

and then…

nothing


I hope this wasn't too confusing with the different goblin names. I made this chapter a bit longer, I figured you guys deserved it after waiting for so long.

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