[a/n]So 1 review, unsigned, offered :Qui gon jinn was not Yodas master, he was the student of Yodas student. That is only half right. Yoda, at the end of RotS, acknowledged Qui-Gon as HIS master in learning to exist in the Force.

[a/n1]Couple of things caused delay in posting this. #1, turned out way longer than my average 1shot. 5k words+. #2, as a couple PMs asked me, I was getting email notice of new updates but the links didn't work. I waited until the links worked to post this.

[a/2]This is the Dumbles is robbing HP blind genre, featuring good Gringotts

Harry Does Different CCCLXI

Potter Money

"Ah-wha-ha!" Vernon Dursley dropped his morning London Times all over his breakfast and nearly fell out of his seat. His meal interrupted by he knew not what. Out of habit he turned on his nephew "HARRY POTTER! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

In this case, despite the bane of their existence not being in the dining room, that wasn't far from the truth. A very official looking owl unerringly flew through #4 Privet to where he was coming down the steps and landed on his shoulder. He greeted the owl politely while continuing "Hi there, boy, got something for me?"

'Obviously, genius.' The brown bird pompously held out the leg with the envelope.

Harry looked at the creature on his shoulder and giggled "Yeah I guess that's why you're here but no sense being snotty. Don't have bacon already cooked for you, but I can nuke some while you drink water?"

'Acceptable' was the bird's squawk in reply.

Vernon was finished eating and readying for work "Get that bloody pigeon out of here, boy."

"THIS Uncle Vernon, is an official owl from a real scary race in my world." Harry was filling a small bowl with tap water while explaining the situation using the Headmaster's threat to Lucius "If he doesn't go back healthy and happy WITH a reply, the consequences could be …severe…" He took some microwavable bacon from the freezer and set it cooking "Right. Let's see."

Gringotts Bank July 24 1995

Harry James Potter

Titular Head of the Noble and Moste Ancient House of Potter

Earl Potter

It is with great regret I contact you. A routine bank audit uncovered irregularities in your accounts. The initial indication was discovery that no review of your account had taken place in the past seven years. Reviews on our Class 9 clients are supposed to be conducted annually, or as often as the client requires. This revelation led to a full-scale investigation.

On my orders, for the last three moons, all deposits and withdrawals have been tracked closely. Gringotts will fully reimburse you for any fraudulent activity. As the end of month approaches, multiple large transactions are expected within days.

I, personally, am deeply dishonored by this affair. Gringotts requests your presence to discuss the matter in greater detail. While our owls are absolutely reliable, certain details must be discussed in person. I, personally, will be available to you 24 hours of any day.

May you dine on the innards or your enemies while counting their gold

Gringott Ragnok

Executive Director, Vice Chairman of the Board, Gringotts

2nd in Line to the Throne of the Goblin Nation

The teen wizard couldn't repress a cringe at the closing. He scratched a rapid reply while the owl was feeding, then turned his attention to his relatives "I told the goblins I would be there immediately. Your way to work, Uncle Vernon, is pretty close to where I need to go. Can I ride with you?"

"Don't be absurd boy!" he went to snatch Harry's reply from the owl and was attacked, he nursed a finger "Bloody thing! I have no intention of participating in your freaky goings on!"

Harry thought a goblin would be proud of his expression "Well, it's like this, I promised to be there. If I'm not they'll probably send someone, maybe a lot of someones, to find out WHY I didn't come. If you didn't like the Weasleys visiting, imagine a couple goblins…yeah they're real…and they do NOT look human…knocking on your door. Really give Mrs #9 something to talk about."

"Don't you threaten me boy!" he growled.

But Petunia cut into the conversation "Perhaps you should, Vernon, if it's not out of your way. Keep the boy out of my hair for the day."

"Very well." Every syllable of agreement cost him blood pressure points "I'm leaving in ten minutes. If you aren't in my car by then, I'm leaving without you."

Harry readily agreed "I'll be there in five." And he was, though Vernon didn't come out for more like 20 minutes.

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"I'm here to see Ragnok." Said Harry to the teller after waiting in line.

The goblin glared over his counter, down at the him "A rare human is even worthy of speaking His name, let alone a child."

"Children are the future, or so I've been told." Countered Harry "I'll wait."

The goblin sneered at the customer, but left briefly. There was some scurrying to be heard. Then all activity ceased as every goblin, except the guard at the entrance holding a spear, dropped to a knee. Out came a plainly dressed goblin, that is he seemed that way, until you realized his ordinary looking clothes were woven gold. Everyone present was shocked when the goblin bowed deeply to the teen wizard.

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The private office was sealed, the desk overflowed with scrolls, before sitting the Goblin Prince again bowed to Harry "You did this shamed one much honor by returning his bow, Earl Potter.

"Thank you for the courtesy." Replied Harry "Now please, your letter was vague and incomplete. And I'm not even that smart."

Waddling back to his desk Ragnok offered "Please be seated as this is to be a serious conference. How complete is your knowledge of your financial situation?"

"My financial situation?" asked Harry, shaking his head "Sir, I know about the vault I've been using for Hogwarts tuition, books and supplies- -" he trailed off.

The goblin smiled, it didn't mean the same thing as in humans "That deepens our suspicions, while at the same time vastly restricting the field of suspects and motives. We call that a trust vault for a reason. Compared to your true wealth, it is little more than a rounding error. That is not to say it should be cast about with no concern for value. Nor would it have been had your manager followed his oath. Fraud is not inconceivable here, even without goblin help, but it does make it remarkably easy."

"Be blunt, please, sir." Complained the boy, his head spinning "Who are we talking about? What did they do?"

Again, Rognok smiled "Pleasing to have a client concerned only with the essentials. No witch or wizard received payment direct from your trust vault. The vault is annually filled to GG20,000 on Jan 1 every year. On Dec 30, regardless of the current holding, it is emptied to a token amount, never more than GG500. An account as large as the Potter Estate, the main account has tens of thousands of Galleons moving in and out every month. Though that is down, I will explain later."

"You're talking millions!" exclaimed Harry, shellshocked. He only had a vague idea how much it truly meant. Thinking the vault he'd seen before his First Year the extent of his money, he'd never spent much and still expected it to be near empty by graduation "I've got more money than God!"

This the Prince found amusing, the goblin laugh resembled a burp "You are not that wealthy young wizard. But your rage pleases me. Though your British businesses saw little impact some hugely profitable operations abroad were left to flounder. Europe. South Africa. Canada. Australasia. USA. Hong Kong. You are likely to lose a vote in The Wizengamot due to the negligence when it is reapportioned in 2000."

"Someone is going to have to teach me some of this; Sirius, maybe Mr Weasley." Harry considered his options "In the meantime, I have a request. Would you bring them up to snuff, Ragnok?"

The being behind the desk managed, just barely, to conceal a reaction "An unusual request, young Earl. And especially after the nation failed you so deeply. In real money transactions the cost exceeds GG12 million. Our preliminary estimate of lost revenue and profit is another GG80 million."

"BLOODY HELL!" exclaimed the wizard, then unable to help from laughing "Hermione forgive me. Anything else?"

The Prince pushed over a scroll "This is a list of real estate holdings. England. Wales. Scotland. Every continent, Antarctica included. Rental units are in good repair and occupied, however homes are not. We do not have access."

"All I wanted when I wrote was how much was in that trust vault." Harry pushed his hands into his temple "How about people? You said Gringotts employees?"

Ragnok was pleased that the boy seemed to not differentiate between goblins and humans, but couldn't hide his shame "My own grandson. I believe you have met Griphook? He was corrupted by his superior, the goblin who managed your account, one Riptorn. Those two manipulated the records as only high ranking goblins could."

"I want to see Griphook. He must have known when he first took me into your caverns to my vault. Needs to explain himself he does." Harry felt betrayed.

Ragnok looked down, again in shame "We did not anticipate your personal desire for revenge. I apologize, but goblin law has already been followed. Two auditors have been stripped of their personal wealth for incompetence. Griphook and Riptorn were executed, the human term is eviscerated, for treason and corruption four days ago. Their wives and children were sold into slavery. The proceeds, plus the contents of both vaults have been forfeited to House Potter."

"I…see" Harry forced himself not to react though his stomach heaved "Well if that is your *ulp* law. Ragnok, do you know who received all this stolen money?"

His different culture led the Prince to conclude the client was moving onto important matters, his estimation of this particular wizard soared "Indeed. The most commonly used vault is registered to The Order of the Phoenix."

"Never heard of it?" replied Harry.

"There were a number of individuals who received funds from that vault." Ragnok went on, looking at yet another scroll "Charlus, your Grandfather, made a generous contribution of GG500,000 in 1969. After his death your Father, who never formally claimed the earldom, made further donations. Though of lesser amounts. Do you know any of the names there?"

Harry took the proffered scroll and read "Albus Dumbledore 3 million, well yeah. Aberforth Dumbledore 200,000 met him last year a couple times. Arabella Figg that stupid cat lady on Privet! Elphias Doge Emmeline Vance, 50,000 each No. Mundungus Fletcher 50,000 going back to 1972, 14,000 since January. Severus Snape 8,000 a month EVERY month since 1982! Kingsley Shacklebolt sounds like I heard it before 100,000 twice since March. Oliver Wood my ex Quidditch captain 2,000 He's gonna get a bludger upside the head. Can you retrieve all this?"

"Most. By emptying the vaults." Again the goblin was ashamed "When combined with the forfeitures from my former employees, you can be made whole for the actual losses. The estimated loss from what should have been invested and our projected incomes, plus restart costs and repairs could …it staggers the mind."

The Sorting Hat had said Harry would do well in Slytherin. He certainly didn't know everything about Goblin culture. He didn't know much about Wizard culture for that matter, but some of useless Binns' lessons found their way into his thoughts. He asked "Would it be fair to say your people owe me a debt of honor?"

"You see to the heart of the matter, Earl Potter." He replied formally.

Harry smiled in much the same way he'd seen the Goblin "Director Ragnok, you know Voldemort is back? That he plans new outrages? That he will seek to murder me as he did my parents? That he's already tried?"

"My people may live apart from yours, wizard, we are not ignorant." The Prince countered "The Dark Lord does not even pretend respect for us."

"Then you can serve yourselves as well as repay me. By what I see your people like a good fight. All Professor Binns talks about in class is Goblin Rebellions. Join me." The wizard was most pleased with his idea.

No expression could be seen on Ragnok's face as he considered, he was cautious "By treaty, my army is banned from carrying weapons in human territory."

"The Muggle government uses private contractors in other countries sometimes. I saw that on the news." Harry countered "They have to follow almost all the same rules as the Army, I think. There's even want ads for former soldiers and sailors to work for them."

The Prince scratched his chin with a nasty looking dagger, still looking reluctant.

"They could work for me …personally. You do have security here." Harry pointed out.

The Prince's personal honor was at stake. He would have to study the legalities of what the boy wizard argued. But ultimately, it was agreed…depending on circumstances… Harry Potter could have up to a battalion of Goblin warriors. Two would be with him at all times with what were, officially, personal weapons.

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Privet Dr was tense, to say the least, for the next week. Caused by the first major encounter, which occurred minutes after Harry was brought home by Petunia. Vernon glared at him from his spot in front of the TV "Well boy? Get your scrawny arse in the kitchen and cook my supper. I want to eat within the hour."

"If I'm scrawny it's your fault Uncle." He knew his tone would signal an alarm to the disillusioned Goblins in the room "Dudley's been eating my share of the food I cooked for years."

Vernon was out of his recliner and purple with rage he roared "I'll not have disrespect in MY HOME!" He struck out with a heavy fist. Barely halfway to his brat nephew's head, it spurted blood. A knife was sticking out both sides of his hand. Vernon cried out in pain, yanked it out on instinct, and screamed more at the second fountain of blood.

"AHH! HYGGG!" Petunia emitted a strangled noise. She ran to the kitchen and staggered back with a dishrag to nurse the wound.

Dudley thundered down to investigate the noise and was only tripped for his trouble.

"Dursleys meet the Goblin warriors Lan and Amp." Though loathing the gore, he could feel little but amusement at the suffering of his relatives "You leave me alone, they'll leave you alone. They're my bodyguards. Oh, and for the duration, not past August 31 of course, we owe them the courtesy of meals while on duty. Auntie luv, I've been told they are particularly fond of sausage. Were I you I'd get cooking."

Her rant was cut off when the more intimidating of the pair flashed a tremendous axe that no one could even see before. Petunia's blouse was sliced open above her bellybutton and a line of red dribbled down her torso. She fainted.

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The four Heads of House of Hogwarts had discovered, at different times and with varying degree of concern, the reduction or elimination of the vaults used to run their assigned portion of the school. The Headmaster had a laissez-fare attitude on the subject, which the Heads were quite content with. Involving him was all but unheard of. They allowed the Deputy to speak first "Professor Dumbledore, are you aware of any reduction in funding? My Head account is down by a third and my access to the Hogwarts main account is frozen."

"There is a similar drop in the Ravenclaw funds, Headmaster." Reported a less worried Filius.

At this stage none of them had any clue as to Harry Potter being the cause. Pomona was highly alarmed "My balance may be down about the same, but Gringotts will not allow me to withdraw even usual expenses, Albus."

"Apparently, the situation is more heavily targeting Slytherin." Severus had been the most affected "My Head account is entirely depleted, as is the fund used for Potions brewing. AND my personal account!"

Minerva rolled her eyes, but forced a professional tone "Professor Snape, not everything in the world is driven by your perception of anti-Slytherin bias."

"Professors peace" Albus' tone was grandfatherly but insistent "I shall look into it myself. I'll speak to Severus a moment, then deal with Gringotts personally."

After the other Heads departed, the Potion Master's expression turned angry "The boy MUST be behind it!"

"Well thank you for keeping that private, Severus." Replied Albus "However there is no logical connection between Hogwarts financials and Harry Potter. Minerva had a point. NEVERTHELESS you will goto headquarters. Alastor Nymphadora and Remus are to escort Harry from his Muggle residence tonight. You may check your suspicions then."

The dark man made a curt not and departed.

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"There's too much magic here." The leader of a trio of magicals approached the darkened Muggle residence of Harry Potter ordered "Wands out."

Don't-call-me-Nymphadora Tonks took the lead, wand undrawn "Ahh, rubbish, Mad-Eye. It's a kid's home, and everyone should be asleep. Alohamora!" the front door of #4 swung open."

"I do smell something unusual. Not Harry, or the Lily scent I should pick up from her sister." Remus inhaled the air deeply and drew his wand.

The boss elbowed his way to the front and clop-thumped up the stairs "Listen to the werewolf, silly gel."

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Harry was awakened by a hand on his mouth. One of his guards looked down at him and whispered "Intruders. Orders?"

"Disillusion. No killing. I want to know who they are." The wizard was just as brief. A glow came through the keyhole and a wand in a hand entered. A heavy battle hammer struck, disarming the magical and came down on a leg. Harry leapt out of a seeming sound sleep, landed on a second, seized the throat and pressed his wand into soft flesh "I don't need many spells like this- - - Freeze! Or die!"

The goblin battle axe pinned the third intruder to a wall. The wielder nodded appreciatively "Well done young warrior."

"Harry! Stop!" came from under him "It's me Remus. Moony!"

The boy focused on the face, recognizing it even in the faint light. He couldn't resist slapping as he stood "You know, this is called breaking and entering."

"What is going on out there!?" screamed multiple Dursleys.

Harry shouted back "Shut up! They're here for me! ….Apparently. Well?" he eyed his former professor suspiciously.

"You gonna lemme go!" demanded the girl. Only to have the large blade push ever closer into removing her head.

Remus put in desperately "Harry please! Goblins! We're altogether. Let's not do anything hasty! As it is Moody's leg is broke."

"So? It's fake anyway." The boy countered callously. The goblin holding his hammer on the old Auror's chest looked disappointed.

Moody groused "You should've listened to me. So boy, where'd you get the reinforcements?"

"What're you lot doing in my room after bedtime?" he didn't deign to answer.

The werewolf answered "Dumbledore sent us to bring you to headquarters. It's where Sirius is. He is looking forward to seeing you."

"I am too." Harry softened some, then scowled "So he's meddling in my life again?"

The girl put in "Albus Dumbledore is a great man. And could I PLEASE not lose my head?"

"Amp, Lan, please release your captives. Well, ready to go. How about you gimpy?" the last was a jab at Moody's ruined artificial leg. Then he shouted "AUNT PETUNIA SEE YOU IN JUNE!"

He gave an angry glare as the girl helped him to his feet and he hobbled about and pointed to the goblins "They're not coming with us. HQ is a secret."

"THEY have names. Lan and Amp. Their Goblin honor requires them to guard me. Why is not your business, but where I go Lan and Amp …and sometimes others… go. Of course, if you want to argue with them" Harry paused in his explanation and smirked, a look understood by all "feel free."

The goblins raised their weapons, looking eager.

The girl objected "Professor Dumbledore won't like it."

"What's your name?" asked Harry.

She answered "Tonks."

"That's it? Just Tonks?" he was curious but shrugged "Well just Tonks, right now he's on my shit list. Now I'm not sure how my guards feel about tangling with Dumbles, but even assuming he wins, it might start something he CANT handle."

Lan and Amp let a shoosh of their weapons and that goblin smile speak for them.

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"Order of the Phoenix, huh?" Harry held in a reaction. Then temporarily forgot it as #11 and #13 Grimmauld Place moved away from each other, revealing #12.

Amp noted "Level 9 protection. Adequate."

"You could do better?" sneered Moody.

Lan taunted him "How's the leg?"

"Gentleman please, let us take this matter inside before we attract Muggle attention." Remus was the voice of reason.

Entering, Harry was delighted to see "Sirius!" He threw his arms around the clean, but still gaunt, Azkaban escapee.

"Do not worry, young one." Lan said to his apprentice "It is a human gesture called a hug."

Amp hesitantly lowered his axe "Curious, superior sir. Seems terribly rude, almost a death challenge."

"That is what I said during my first foray among humans." Replied the old warrior "Yet I have seen it countless times. Something only done between intimates. Mates even. Though both are male. I still have not grasped all their complexity."

Sirius ended the embrace digging his knuckles, affectionately, across the teen's head then took official notice of the rest of the group, asking "Remus, would you care to explain why you all look like you got your arses handed to you? Particularly Mad-Eye, your leg mate?"

"They broke into my bedroom and argued with Lan and Amp, here. And didn't win." Harry summarized briefly with a smirk.

Sirius looked his fellow Marauder over appraisingly, "Alright there Moony?" turned back to his Godson and invited "Come in the kitchen. Well, you can tell us all about it." Bowing slightly to the Goblins "Explanations later. Your protection of my Godson is appreciated. I welcome you in the name of the Moste Ancient and Moste Noble House of Black."

The intimidating goblin weapons vanished from sight.

"It was wicked Sirius!" Harry was starting a detailed account of the evening. The pair were followed by the others from Privet. Humans looking annoyed, Goblins scanning for threats. His Godfather waived him through the kitchen door. As soon as he entered, his temper went right through the roof. He charged while raging "SNAPE YOU FUCKING THIEF!"

Hermione and the Weasleys, all about to welcome him in good cheer all were totally stunned.

The visitor reflexively turned to the shout began "Potter yo- -" Whatever he might have said was cut off by a running tackle. He was completely bowled over and, in a very real way, fighting for his life. Blows landed on his chest and face. Likely, if he'd been expecting a fight, Harry would never have had a chance. As it was, Severus Snape was beaten to a bloody unconscious pulp.

Goblins Lan and Amp reacted the instant their charge bellowed. The human's war cry was impressive… well, for a human. They mounted guard with Harry between them, weapons drawn. When the humans tried to intervene, they hefted axe and hammer menacingly.

Arthur and Molly hustled their children to the far side of the kitchen, meal forgotten. Moody, without a leg could do nothing to help. Remus and Tonks both had drawn their wands, but hesitated on what to do. Ginny looked stunned and Hermione yelled for Harry to stop. The Weasley boys couldn't refrain from grinning, while Ron outright cheered.

"Wands away Nym! Remus!" the family might be Pureblood bigots, but they knew certain facts of life. As a result Sirius Black knew all about Goblin culture, not the language, but speak in a way they understood "Lan, Amp, Harry is my Godson. I have parental rights. Add to that, I am the Head of House Black. There is no killing in my home without my permission. Now! Step aside!"

The bodyguards looked briefly at each other ….and obeyed.

"Sorry Harry." He muttered while moving in. He seized the teen by the scruff of the neck and yanked him from his childhood enemy. He felt even worse at having to slap him; just once and just hard enough to get his attention "ENOUGH!"

Harry just stared for a long moment, eyes blazing with fury, then "I wanna kill the fucker!"

"I have too. More than once." He admitted "But it would just land you in Azkaban and I DO NOT want that. You three, get Snivilus to Mungo's."

Moody demurred "What I need fixed is more in line with a blacksmith than a healer. And I am sure Albus will want an explanation as to why his Potions Master is out of commission."

"Harry! I can't believe you attacked a teacher!" exclaimed Hermione "You're going to be in so much trouble!"

Trembling with unspent adrenaline, he slumped down in a chair. Shrugged off a congratulatory slap on the back from Ron and growled "I didn't attack a teacher Hermione! I kicked the ARSE of a thief!"

"You'll have to explain that Harry" she lectured a little "And if you can tone down the testosterone I would appreciate it."

For an instant he looked angry, but then dissolved in a giggle "Sorry about this Ron." He first apologized "I know you're sensitive about money…Buuuuuut, Hermione, did you know I have more money than God?"

"You're famous, of course, and we never think about that." The witch looked uncomfortable "But, rich? Sorry Harry, I have seen you in rags too often. You wear nice enough uniforms of course!" she was quick to apologize "More money than God? I don't doubt your word, but…ahh…"

He snorted "Well not much of an exaggeration. I could swim in Galleons, though. Literally. Ask my Goblin friends."

"Not an appropriate use for the valuable metal." Both looked offended at the notion "But perhaps accurate."

Sirius nodded in agreement "Apparently you didn't know. Well, color me shitfaced."

"Sirius!" Molly scolded him while all the kids present giggled.

Waving dismissively he went on "Irregardless. I suppose we have another topic, but later. For now, would you mind explaining why Snivilus needed a hospital visit?"

Again there was more giggling which Mrs. Weasley had a considerably harder time suppressing "That is no way to speak about Professor Snape. He is a Hogwarts teacher. Harry, you could be expelled. There is no reason- - -"

"I'll give you two million VERY good reasons!" he snapped at her. "Like I said…..he's a bloody thief!"

For someone to speak to their mother that way shocked the redhead kids. Hermione spoke for the assemblage, very subdued "two million galleons? that is what you mean?"

"Bloody hell!" exclaimed Ron.

Harry just nodded his way and fired another shot "While we're on the subject of thieves, who here is a member of The Order of the Phoenix? Seems I've been paying its bills for twenty years."

"Don't be talking about things that're none of your business boy." Came a growl from the dis-legged Auror. The Weasley children were oblivious, while their parents exchanged furtive looks.

Harry however almost jumped on Moody, but then smiled in a way that made his Goblin bodyguards proud "Lan, Amp, he might or might not be a threat to my wellbeing. Feel free to use anything except deadly force to remove him. UNLESS he actually threatens you."

"TWO humans who actually understand us!" hammer wielding Amp smiled in the human fashion.

They seemed to communicate mentally and Lan's axe sliced through Moody's chair like it was warm butter, spilling the man. With an expression of pure Goblin glee he said "Resist….please."

"I will comply!" he gave the boy an angry, but somewhat respectful look and allowed himself to be escorted.

Lan spun his heavy hammer like a baton to the ready. He was now deeply pleased with the assignment. His stance promised mayhem on anyone endangering the humans he stood between.

"Why don't we sit?" Sirius offered to the room at large "Master Goblin, you are welcome at my table as well, though not required to do so. Your colleague as well. I will sleep soundly knowing you are on the job. Harry! I freely admit to the desire to thrash Snivilus while at school, b- -"

Mrs. Weasley interrupted "Sirius Black! Don't encourage your Godson! She was glaring at her children, but mostly Ron for the reaction to the reference to the Potions Professor." Arthur, however, was very subdued.

"AS I was saying" he continued "Harry OBVIOUSLY knows something we do not. How about we begin with that."

So the teen wizard did just that, beginning with "It all started with an owl , about a week ago, from Gringotts…" during the narrative, Amp had returned from helping Mad-Eye leave. He too was offered a seat at the table. Then later with an appreciative nod to the Goblins, he wrapped up "I still haven't got a report of the EXACT amount, but it's coming. The Crown Prince of the Goblin Nation himself promised it. And insisted on the protection detail. And…well…let's just say we made a deal."

"Little blighters mighta done it themselves!" shouted Ron angrily.

The noise he made could be interpreted as amusement, but it was directed to his bodyguards, who subsided. "Ron, don't do that again. I asked to speak with the employee involved, but he was …err… dealt with… according to Goblin law."

"What does that mean?" asked Hermione curiously. And at her friend's cutting gesture across his neck, her eyes bulged "That's totally barba- - -"

He cut her off "Hermione! They are NOT human, it's not our place. Lan, Amp, please remember I was surprised too. She is as much Muggle as I am and death is not a punishment we are used to. I'm kind of wiped out **YAAAWWWN** Can we pick this up tomorrow?"

"Harry I think you should know something." Mr. Weasley spoke without a hint of emotion "While I do not know, at the moment, exactly how much it comes to Professor Dumbledore helped us extensively over the years. Putting children through Hogwarts is expensive, as you know. He never told us where he got the money, but in light of this you have told us, I can guess."

Several glasses exploded in people's hands. Harry got up, shoving his chair into the wall behind him "You got some place for me to sleep?" he wasn't addressing anyone in particular.

"Take my room, Harry." Said Sirius quietly "Stay as long as you like. I'll deal with the headbastard. Third floor, all the way at the end." He cared much more about his Godson than anyone protesting either the language or the clear insult to Dumbledore,