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Harry Potter's exceptional summer between his third and fourth years at Hogwarts begins with revising the goblin wars and figuring out how to get help from adults he could trust. He does get to spend time in the sunshine and thinking about his runic arrays in the cartouche. The summer gets intense in August and in September, he returns to Hogwarts where professors challenge him with stupid restrictions on magic once again.

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Chapter 1 Birdshot Summer CHANGE SCENE: Ministry Mystery

At 2:37 AM on 14 November 1993, one floo activated in the ministry atrium and remained open for almost eleven minutes. During those many minutes, fourteen kneazles and half-kneazles slipped through the flames from a private residence and took up residence in the Ministry for Magic. The house-elves who cleaned and maintained the subterranean office complex arrived almost immediately with saucers of cream, shredded chicken, and canned tuna for the kneazles who appreciated the food followed by the brushes and combs used by the bored elves to pamper the hungry kitties.

Throughout the winter of 1993-1994, the kneazles slept and spied during the day before exploring and playing during the evenings. Three mother kneazles hid their nests and bore litters of kittens in January and a dozen kittens learned to walk and play in different offices in February and March. In April, several witches and wizards found the kittens and grown kneazles in their offices and quickly grew attached to their companions and carried them home through the floo in the evening.

The stories spread around the ministry of the kneazles appearing magically as gifts from Mother Magic and they quickly became a status symbol among the ministry workers. After a week of stories and very complimentary pictures of various ministry workers and their pets appearing in the Daily Prophet, Dolores Umbridge was determined that one kitten would go home with her! She'd stared with envy as the beautiful kittens and kneazles appeared in the arms of different witches and wizards.

The stories of the animals just appearing in different offices aggravated her tremendously when none of the creatures appeared in her office. On a rainy afternoon in London, when a young witch working in the Office for International Cooperation stepped toward the floo to return home with the kitten that had chosen her, the unpopular Undersecretary attempted to take the calico coloured kneazle.

Needless to say, the kitten protested with yowls and claws that triggered an attack by four protective adult kneazles. While Dolores attempted to get her hands around the kitten, the adult kneazles leapt from concealed locations in the atrium and left Delores with a rat's nest hairdo, painful scratches on both arms, tears in her robes, and a terrible bruise on her posterior when she dropped to the floor. Once again safe in the arms of her chosen human, the kitten disappeared with the witch through the floo to her new home, and Dolores made page 3 of the Daily Prophet seated on the floor, her hair akimbo, and an angry frown on her face.

When the undersecretary returned to work the next morning, her office was torn apart, and all of her decorative plates of kittens were empty of the little creatures she'd captured in porcelain. Worse still, when she returned home that evening, her home was wrecked. Aurors were summoned and after careful investigation, assured her the criminals were long gone. And the Aurors were disturbed to find a large number of illegal contract quills scattered about the woman's bedroom. With the option of arrest for possession of the highly illegal items or claiming they were planted by the intruders, Dolores watched the Aurors bag and tag her torture devices. The quills would disappear into the Department of Mysteries and quickly be tossed through the veil.

Trapped in Mrs Figg's home the previous autumn, the intelligent kneazles learned to use the floo and their yowls could activate the magic of the fire using kneazle dander (an ingredient in floo powder). They had no intention of being trapped inside a magical home without a way out again. If Dolores had taken one of their kittens to her home, the kneazles would have visited her that evening and destroyed more than the witch's furniture and household decorations.

CHANGE SCENE Harry's Summer

When the Hogwarts Express arrived at King's Cross Station in London, the students hurried off the train and found their families or guardians and vanished by an apparition, through the floo, or in muggle vehicles to begin their summer holidays. Lady Longbottom collected Neville and Harry quickly and moved through the mash of grownups and children to the floo room where Neville dashed through first followed by Harry and then Lady Longbottom. No one seemed to notice that Harry did not go through the portal into mundane London to meet his relatives. Upon arrival in the floo room of the family manor, Lady Longbottom quenched the flames and banished the fuel in the fireplace. Then she pulled the lever to close the chimney.

"Now, no one will interrupt our etiquette lessons," she told both boys. "Let's have tea and discuss where we'll start tomorrow."

A little surprised, Harry agreed to the suggestion and followed Neville upstairs where a pair of rooms were cleaned and ready for them to occupy.

"Harry, take your time. We'll go downstairs at six and eat dinner though Gran will call it 'tea'. She'll ignore us afterwards and we can get a good night's sleep without Ron's snoring."

"Okay," Harry agreed. In his room, Dobby quickly unpacked Mr Harry Potter's trunk and smiled when he realized his wizard would need larger clothes by the end of the summer. The little elf began a list of items in his head – boots, trainers, jumpers, underwear, shirts of different types, colours and sleeve lengths, and pants too. New robes with the Potter crest on the shoulder…or just off the shoulder.

At 'tea', Lady Longbottom thanked Harry for visiting with Neville and then discussed the schedule she expected her grandson – and any friend who was visiting for the day – to follow. Breakfast at seven, reading the newspapers until eight. She continued, "Your morning will begin with exercise, reading, and lessons until noon when we have lunch together."

"Each day, I shall discuss the Wizengamot and using proper manners with you, and any friend who is visiting. At least once a week, I shall discuss estate management with you and how to deal with the goblins. After your birthday, there will be more goblins talking about your estate."

"But I shall be very busy with charity work in the late afternoons, and you'll eat supper without me."

Casually, Lady Longbottom mentioned, "I understand Hannah Abbot wants you to visit at least twice a week, Neville. If you, and any friend loitering around that day, visit Hannah, Mrs Abbot will instruct you on negotiating between magical and mundane Britain. And Mr Abbot can talk about business with you…he is interested in the plants from your greenhouses."

For the first week, Harry relaxed and did a lot of thinking about his misadventures at Hogwarts again. He made a bag of gold and sent it to Gringotts via Dobby who enjoyed the vacation by working with the Longbottom elves on the estate, gardens, and surrounding farms.

CHANGE SCENE Hypotheticals

Neville and Harry ate breakfast without Lady Longbottom's presence that week. Then one morning, she appeared in her dressing gown, lay the Daily Prophet on the table, and told Neville, "You need to read this article and next time you see Mr Potter, make certain he reads it as well. I shall change our schedule for a few days – there's to be a trial that will take several days, and I intend to be there for every minute of the proceedings."

Once Lady Longbottom departed to dress for the day, Neville and Harry took turns reading the newspaper article.

"I was sitting here but she pretended that she didn't see me," observed Harry while he read the article in The Daily Prophet. The newspaper reported that Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was suing Mr Samuel Abbot and demanding the return of a basilisk carcass. The headmaster accused Hannah's father of breaking into Hogwarts and stealing the carcass from the Chamber of Secrets sometime during the last school year.

Neville glanced at Harry who looked very pensive after reading the article.

"I have very good hearing, Harry and from this side of the table, I can hear the trolls gnashing their teeth and banging their clubs on the ground wanting to rush out and beat up someone for you."

"Huh?" asked the distracted wizard, looking up from the newspaper.

Neville laughed at the expression on Harry's face and explained, "I didn't want to use that muggle expression about hearing the wheels turning in your head."

"I don't want Mr Abbot to get into trouble because of me," Harry said after snorting at Neville's comment. "I asked him to sell the basilisk for me."

Neville nodded but said nothing while Harry thought about things for another minute. "Neville, how can I find a lawyer to help me? Can your grandmother help me?"

"When I talk with Gran about our summer, she was very adamant about not talking about you or any of your questions with her. She tells me that both our lawyer and the goblins say that as long as she doesn't interfere in your 'business' you can stay here. If there's a big stink about something without a lot of preparations, we all could be in trouble."

"Ugh, Nev! I never wanted to cause problems for you and your grandmother."

Shaking his head, Neville explained, "Gran has wanted to find you since I can first remember. Your mother was my godmother, and my mum is your godmother. You were supposed to come here when your mum and dad died."

Harry sat up and said, "So that's why she only 'sees' me for lessons each day."

"Yep, she can honestly say that she only sees you during our etiquette lessons each day. You and I eat separately from Gran, and she goes to visit friends every afternoon and eats supper with someone every night so that she does not see you."

"But I need to talk to a lawyer," Harry insisted.

"Let me ask her about hypotheticals," Neville replied.

Harry grinned and said, "Now you're channelling Granger and the dictionary."

During their etiquette lesson that afternoon, Lady Longbottom explained the conundrum that was Harry Potter and lawyers.

"Neville, your friend Mr Potter is an underage wizard who cannot hire anyone or sign a contract of any kind. His magical guardian is the only person who can and last autumn our Gringotts account manager and lawyers hinted very broadly to me that it would be disastrous to pursue a case against the Grand Poohbah who claims to be Potter's guardian. And because the Potter account manager – a goblin named Sowsbreath – is in cahoots with the Grand Poohbah, Gringotts can't move either.

She sighed and continued, "If Potter made a stink about anything before his fourteenth birthday, his account manager might investigate the sale of some potion ingredients and demand those funds come under his control."

"Where the Grand Poohbah can steal them," Harry said angrily.

"What happens when he turns fourteen, Gran?"

"At fourteen, you and Mr Potter must be given the rings that identify you as Heir Longbottom and him as Heir Potter. The law is very clear about this and Gringotts must follow the law. You will have tutors from Gringotts to learn about your estate during the summer and at Hogwarts during the school year."

"So, after the end of July, Harry might be able to get a lawyer."

CHANGE SCENE Plotting a Goblin War

That evening, Dobby came to Harry and said, "Mr Harrys Potters be needing attorneys lawyer?"

"I think so Dobby. I need some adults I can trust to help me with Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. I can't use the teachers because they have to report to Grand Poohbah, and I don't trust him."

"And Mr Harry Potter's runes cartouches and arrays that will change magicals, too."

"Do you think so Dobby?"

"Dobby do!" the elf insisted.

"And I don't want Mr Abbott to get in trouble about the basilisk."

"Carcass of basilisk makes lots of wizards jealous and makes goblins lay lots of galleons so giant snakey-snake always going to be trouble. Gold means troubles."

Harry paused and asked, "Dobby, do goblins really lay eggs like chickens? Do they 'lay' galleons?"

The elf snickered and said, "Mr Harry Potters pretends to be a prankster, but Dobby always pranks wizard with a silly story."

Laughing Harry agreed with his friend but then said, "If the goblins know it's me – Harry Potter – making that new gold they like to chew on, will they help me?"

The elf frowned in thought but then said, "Mr Harry Potters write letters to Bloodhook. Dobby pretend to be goblin for an hour, and we see what happens."

For the next two hours, Harry wrote different letters and Dobby pretended to be a goblin and acted how he thought the goblins would react. Twice Harry started a goblin rebellion which left Diagon Alley in ruins. Once, Harry was sent to Azkaban as a result of the letter, and then another letter got him thrown through the veil alongside his godfather while the goblins burned Hogwarts and Hogsmeade to the ground.

Between battles, Neville knocked on the door to Harry's room and peeked inside. Seeing Dobby dressed in goblin armour with a shield and sword, and Harry in torn battle robes with fake blood on his face and arms, the teenage wizard asked, "Are you revising the goblin wars?"

Harry grinned and replied, "Nope. Plotting to start the next one."

Snorting, Neville said, "I'm going to the greenhouse. Try not to tear my family home apart Potter."

"Sure, Neville. Dobby can fix anything we break."

Finally, Harry wrote the letter that would capture Bloodhook's attention, the attention of the goblin leaders, and conclude with goblin-Dobby helping Harry save Mr Abbot's business from the Grand Poohbah, rescue Sirius Black, and send Peter Pettigrew to prison. Once the room was cleaned (and holes in the walls repaired), the goblin armour vanished back to Hogwarts, and the fake blood scrubbed off Harry, Dobby popped away to Gringotts with the letter.

CHANGE SCENIC VIEW Gringotts Plotting

Bloodhook was busy in the treasury deep underneath Gringotts watching the master goldsmiths melt the old galleons with the spoiled gold while goblin spell crafters pulled the protective magics off the coins to allow them to melt. The dross of other metals was pulled away – it would be cooled and reworked to be used in future galleons or other metal goods. The small amounts of real gold in each galleon was carefully gathered and then mixed with the fresh gold created by the unknown but remarkable wizard somewhere in Magical Britain.

"Mr Bloodhook be reading this letter now, please," said the familiar elf the instant he popped into the treasury. Several goblins noticed the presence of the strange elf in this forbidden area, but Bloodhook raised his hand and forbid any action against this protected messenger.

"Go," the goblin said to dismiss the elf.

But the creature shook his head and replied, "Dobby must stay until Bloodhook reads and screams 'Yes' or 'No'.

Hearing the elf's name, the goblin had another clue that was no longer needed when he opened and read the letter. His eyes popped out when he saw that the letter was from Harry Potter, and he read the request. Thinking about the conversations he and his father had enjoyed with their king, he knew the direction the horde would take.

"Tell him 'yes', and I shall call you tomorrow to take him a reply," the goblin told the elf. Immediately popping away, Dobby returned to Harry while Bloodhook hid the letter in his coat before dealing with an angry supervisor about protecting the treasury's location and spells.

Bloodhook hurried to the carts that would carry him back toward the surface, more than two kilometres above. While riding silently, he wondered absently about the amount of magic the elf carried to be able to descend to the depths where only goblins dared to venture. The heat and air pressure here were formidable – dragons, trolls, wizards, and regular house-elves fainted at two kilometres depth in the tunnels.

'Harry Potter makes the fresh gold…of course, his elf can go where no wizard or elf has gone before,' Bloodhook mused. 'And he needs our help. The king will go to war if the boy wants.'

Imagining Harry Potter with a long white beard and terrible robes, Bloodhook chuckled and could almost hear, the young wizard saying, "For the greater good."

Ironstream was grooming his hair when his mate hurried into their private chamber, "Iron…our troublesome pup is in the front chamber asking to speak with you immediately."

"He knows my day is done," Ironstream grumbled but allowed Flame to help him into a housecoat and slippers before shuffling down the hall. Stepping into the room, Ironstream recognized that his son was terribly excited about something.

'Got to be the fresh gold…something about the gold,' Ironstream realized.

"Father, we must talk and then speak with the king today," stated Bloodhook, holding out a sheet of muggle paper.

Ironstream took the paper, read it, and sat down rather quickly. He looked at Flame first and then at their pup before he whispered, "Harry Potter is the fresh gold wizard, and he asks for our help. Goblins will dance for weeks!"

"Or we shall rise and strike down many wizards in Diagon Alley!" Bloodhook crowed.

Father and son hurried from the den and made their way to the cavern where Ragnock kept his court. The king of the goblins had trusted advisors around him to keep the account managers and goblin runners at an appropriate distance. This day, the advisors passed Ironstream and Bloodhook through with only minor delays when the youngster mentioned the 'fresh gold'.

Grindaxe frowned and told Fireknife, "They can't be allowed to turn the words 'fresh gold' into easy access to the king."

Fireknife didn't reply at first but then said, "Better Ironstream than Sowsbreath."

The first advisor spit and swore, "That goblin sold his spirit to Whitebeard. Someday his head will adorn a spike."

"Or his eggs will smoke the throne," the second one said referring to the goblin tendency to break wind when seated for an extended period of time, like the king on his throne.

The two advisors found themselves quickly summoning guards to seal the tunnels leading into the cavern as Ragnock plotted with Ironstream and Bloodhook. Other advisors were summoned from their dens, and a few select account managers were consulted. Sowsbreath was summoned to hear the discussions between Ragnock and Swordtooth, the account manager for Albus Dumbledore's vaults. The discussion was acrimonious between the two old goblins – Swordtooth's client stole from other accounts without any attempt at stealth. The wizard just arranged things to his benefit and failed to understand the harm this caused to the honour of his account manager.

After four hours of discussions about gold, wizards, and the reasons not to rebel, Ragnock dismissed everyone. Ironstream and Bloodhook were invited to eat with Ragnock where the real conversation occurred.

"The wizard asks for our help?"

Nodding their heads slowly, Ironstream and Bloodhook did not speak.

"Tomorrow I have a previously scheduled meeting with Stoneheart to discuss sales of the giant snake. In the next few days, he will meet with his client, Samuel Abbot and his attorney, Less Evil Tonks." The king paused and sighed, "I see no way to bring in Greater Evil Tonks for the first meeting with Freshgold."

Ragnock branded the wizard Harry Potter with a goblin moniker – Freshgold. Ironstream nodded his head though Bloodhook was lost in thought and both goblins noticed.

"What are you thinking pup?" asked Ironstream to remind his king of his son's age and to bring the young one back into focus.

"The elf," Bloodhook stated as though that explained everything. "Freshgold's elf could take a message from Less Evil Tonks to Great Evil Tonks during the meeting to bring her to the bank."

Ragnock smirked and said, "Great Evil Tonks will enjoy the irony that her sister's elf now serves Freshgold."

"Her sister? She-Who-Must-Be-Killed?" exclaimed Ironstream. Every goblin feared Bellatrix LeStrange and cursed her name.

"No, the other one…Fluff-Who-Married-Malfoy," replied Ragnock. "She-Who-Must-Be-Killed murders every house elf the moment she sees one."

"The elf was Malfoy's? How did Freshgold get that elf?"

Ragnock smiled and replied, "My informant in Hogwarts reports faithfully to me all the rumours and truths from that cesspool around Whitebeard."

Then he explained the story of the elf rebelling against Lucius Malfoy, warning Freshgold (Harry Potter) about the danger at Hogwarts, and in the end, defending Harry Potter from his former master. "This past year, the elf clung to the boy and helped him. My spy reports that the castle herself supports both of them."

End Of Chapter.