Gobbledygook
Harry woke up slowly. He wasn't aware of anything except that the bed was more comfortable than it should be. His stomach didn't hurt either, so he must not have been too hungry anymore, and there was a comfortable weight resting on his chest. The room didn't smell right though, it didn't smell like his room at the Dursley's, it smelled almost like... the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts.
Wait, what?
He shot up, scaring Hedwig and sending her toppling off the bed with a screech. Luckily, she managed to right herself and glide a bit before landing heavily on her feet. At the same time she fell, he felt an overwhelming fear, followed by annoyance and reproach after she landed.
What was going on?
Then he remembered. The goblins unexpected rescue, the conversation in Sharpaxe's office. The Familiar Bond with Hedwig, what Bill told him could sometimes happen with those forming mental connections of some kind. The rituals, getting rid of those blocks and charms. He sent back an apology through the link, and she hooted reproachfully before hopping back up on the bed and making herself comfortable on his lap.
It was then that Harry noticed he was in an infirmary similar to the one at Hogwarts, and that most of the beds around him were full of the Curse-Breakers from the ritual room.
And they were all staring at him.
"Er, hi." He said, waving shyly whole curling himself around Hedwig. A couple of the wizards shook their heads and muttered something about kids that Harry didn't quite catch. The next thing Harry knew, he was being swarmed by Healers while Severus and Sharpaxe walked into the room.
The Healers started doing various scans, and when they were finished and apparently happy with what they found, one of them handed him a pouch. "These are your nutrient potions for the next week, you will need them for the next three months, but your godfather can make the rest easily enough. You will take these, you are severely malnourished and need the help to get back to a good weight. Now, your growth has been severely stunted, so I'm afraid that you will never reach the height you were supposed to, but there is still a chance for further growth."
"Er, alright, thanks." The Healer nodded and went back to her duties taking care of the amused and slightly angry looking Curse-Breakers.
"Um, what happened?" Harry finally asked, looking around the room again at all the injuries. Head wounds, a couple of broken bones, what looked like a couple of concussions... Yeah, he didn't remember them being this injured when they started removing the soul-piece.
"Ah," Severus said, looking around too. "Well, unbinding your core was a little more violent than anticipated. Don't do that, they were doing their jobs, its not your fault. If anything, blame Dumbledore for binding your core in the first place." Severus scolded when he saw Harry start to look guilty over the injuries. Harry looked startled for a moment before he nodded slowly.
A few of the Curse-Breakers chimed in too that it wasn't Harry's fault. They were already beginning to like Harry, and so far the only contact they had with him was in the ritual room, even if the only one Harry spoke to was Bill. But Harry was nothing like they were expecting. Too small for his age, wearing over-sized rags, and everything Dumbledore did to him.
To everybodies amusement, Harry just ducked his head to hide his face in Hedwig's feathers.
Sharpaxe clapped his hands suddenly and waited until Harry raised his head. "well, Harry, the Healers have declared you fit to go. Your clothes are there," He pointed to the bedside cabinet, and it was then Harry realized he was wearing hospital pajamas and not his clothes, "When you are done changing, we still have a few more things to go over before you leave."
Harry nodded and waited until Hedwig moved before he hopped down and opened the cupboard, confused to find brand-new clothes and not his old rags.
When he looked at Sharpaxe, confused, Sharpaxe said, "We burned your old rags. Those were not proper to go out in public in, even if the public appearance was so you could get new clothes." Harry burned in embarrassment even as he grabbed the clothes and let Severus take his potions before turning him in the direction of the bathroom and gently pushing him forward.
'It's amazing, really, how magic works sometimes.' He thought as he pulled on the slightly too-big clothes, only for them to shrink once they were on to fit him perfectly. Once he was dressed, he pushed open the door, but stayed in the doorway listening when he heard talking.
"...be up to him." Severus was saying. "From what I have observed, they rarely went further than missed meals. Besides, as much as I may want to go there now and make them pay, Harry has had enough control taken from him regarding his own life. What happens to those relatives," he sneered, "should be his choice."
"I want nothing to do with them." Harry said, letting everyone know he was done.
As soon as the bathroom door closed behind Harry, the Curse-Breakers restarted their conversation from before Harry woke up. Now that Severus and Sharpaxe were here, they could get a few answers rather than just speculating. They wanted to know what Dumbledore was playing at, doing all this to the Boy-Who-Lived and then lying to the entirety of Wizarding Britain. If the public knew, they would be up in arms!
"Bill, didn't you say earlier in the chamber that your youngest brother was friends with Harry, has he said anything about him?" One of them remembered as he watched Severus put Harry's pouch of potions in the other pouch they remembered him taking from Harry earlier.
"Well, he wrote me once towards the beginning of the year... he mentioned something about Harry not being at all what he expected. Over-sized clothes, not mentioning or even seeming to like his fame or the attention, an average student... he wrote me again a little after Christmas and told me how shocked and surprised Harry was to find presents for him. Apparently Harry hadn't been expecting any at all. His aunt and uncle apparently sent him a... what was it? A 50 pence piece, I think it was? Harry gave the 50 pence to Ron, he was excited to show it to dad."
"His aunt and uncle?" Severus interrupted. When Bill nodded, "Did he ever mention them by name?"
Bill nodded, "Yeah, I think the aunt's name was Petunia, why?"
Snape's eyes were wide. "Because in their wills, James and Lily specifically said Harry wasn't to even learn of their existence. Petunia was always bitter towards Lily for having magic, bitter and spiteful. And I met Petunia's husband at James and Lily's wedding, absolutely horrible man, every time one of us tried to talk to him, he would loudly tell us 'Freaks' to stay away from him, that he was perfectly normal and didn't want to catch our 'freakishness.' Lily didn't want her son anywhere near them for a reason."
"Was their last name Dursley by any chance, do you know?" Sharpaxe asked after giving everyone a moment to fume and regain control of their emotions. Bill nodded. "Then we can easily get them for theft. The only money we've allowed to be taken out of the Potter accounts over the years after discovering Dumbledore's use of them was the standard monthly stipend to Harry's guardians as that was something specified in his parents wills. On the condition that the money was actually used for the care of their son. If it wasn't, the guardians automatically forfeit their home and half of their fortune. And then, we were given leave to do what we wanted with the thieves. But, all we've known until now is that their last name was Dursley. I think its very clear the conditions of James and Lily's will is met, as none of that money went towards Harry."
Snape frowned. "I think what happens to them should be up to him. From what I have observed, they rarely went further than missed meals. Besides, as much as I may want to go there now and make them pay, Harry has had enough control taken from him regarding his own life. What happens to those relatives," he sneered, "should be his choice."
"I want nothing to do with them." A young voice chimed in, alerting the room to the fact that Harry was done. He looked much better in clothes that fit and weren't rags.
"Much better, Harry. And if you want nothing to do with them, then you shall have nothing to do with them. Although I must tell you that as your guardians, despite the fact that you being there was already a breach of your parents wills, they committed a serious breach in not using any of their monthly stipend for your care. I ask that if you don't let us carry out your parents wills regarding them, that you at the very least let us put the Muggle authorities onto them for embezzlement." Sharpaxe said.
"Embezzlement?"
"For them not using the money they received monthly for your care on you."
Harry froze, he must have missed that part earlier. Everyone jumped when the empty beds suddenly caught fire and several potion vials exploded everywhere. Hedwig flew up to his shoulder and started crooning softly as she rubbed her feathered head against his cheek, Severus assumed she was also sending a feeling of calm through their link. According to Bill, from what he could tell while he was getting rid of the Horcrux, their link was already quite strong.
Snape tried to put the flames out, but they wouldn't go. He sighed and waited until Harry looked calm enough. When he finally opened his eyes again, he said. "Harry, can you put out the fires?" Harry started and looked around, his eyes going wide and the fires went out. "Sorry." He muttered, suddenly finding his shoes interesting.
"No need to apologize, it happens." Sharpaxe said, still a little shocked at the casual display. He wondered briefly if Harry even realized what he did.
"I guess, as long as the Wizarding world doesn't find out and I never see them again, you can do what you want with the Dursley's. Just curious, what did my parents wills say to do if my guardians didn't do what they were supposed to do?"
"The moment your relatives neglected to use the money for your care, they automatically surrendered all legal rights to any property they own as well as half of whatever their monetary worth is. After all that was done, Gringotts was left permission to do with them what we liked. We do not tolerate thieves, Harry." Sharpaxe noticed all the Curse-Breakers wince when he mentioned Gringotts having permission to do what they wanted with the Dursley's. He heard one of them mutter that the Dursley's were probably going to end up in the Goblin Mines for the rest of their lives. Sharpaxe grinned ferally at the wizard who said that.
Harry shuddered, he heard enough about Goblins in History of Magic, not that he thought ALL of that was true for a second, to know that he didn't want to know. "As long as the wizards don't find out. I get enough attention as it is."
Sharpaxe nodded. "Well, shall we continue this conversation in my office? Remember boys," He turned to the Curse-Breakers, "Your oaths of silence. Senior Curse-Breaker Weasley, you are in charge of finding and destroying the other Horcruxes using the one we have."
"Yes, sir."
"Oh, um, can you tell Ron I'm fine? Before the twins talk him into doing something crazy because he hasn't heard from me in a while?" Harry asked Bill. "I haven't told him anything, but he knows me and my relatives don't exactly get along..."
Bill chuckled and nodded, already imagining what the twins could possibly talk him into. "Hopefully its not already too late for that. I will tell him a rescue isn't needed."
Harry nodded before Severus steered him out of the infirmary after Sharpaxe.
Bill snorted when the door closed. "I just gotta figure out how to do it without giving anything away that could be considered a breach of my oaths of silence."
The others just laughed and wished him luck.
"Now then, you were out over-night, and I've taken the liberty of changing the locks on your school and personal vault. The locks on your family vaults were changed years ago. Here are the keys," He handed Harry a small key-ring full of about ten keys. "I'm afraid that you cannot access the family vaults until you are 15. Some of those are to various vaults that used to belong to various family members, it is your choice whether or not you want to close those and put the contents back in the main vault. Your heirlooms have already been placed back where they belong... there were a couple pieces of jewelry that had curses on them that had to be gotten rid of, but they are now clean. I also took the liberty of taking several of your family journals out of the main vault for you to look over. This will be a good start for you to learn a bit more about your family." He handed the journals over to an eager Harry.
Harry was already opening one read like he had with the Grimiore, but Snape cleared his throat and held out his pouch. They watched as Harry visibly deflated and took the pouch to carefully put the journals inside.
"Now then, you can get to and read the rest of them when you turn 15 and have full access to the family vaults. Here is an overall audit of what you have, including business's your family has invested in over the years, and who owes your family a monetary debt that has yet to be paid. And Severus informed me earlier that you have inherited the Slytherin vaults through right of conquest. The H means that vault has the highest security we could possibly give it." He handed over the lists. "Of course, the Black audits are not there since the Head of that Family is still alive. Once he is out of prison, it will be his decision to let you in on the Black Family finances or not."
When Harry saw the list, all he could do was gape.
Potter Accounts
Main vault- number 50 H
596,487,265,510 G 16 S 2 K
Assorted Jewels- 585,000,152 G
Heirlooms
Family Wands
Books
Heir vault- number 51 H
540,987,651 G 15 S 5 K
Assorted Jewels- 547,221 G 12 S 16 K
Heirlooms
Books
Manor vault- number 52
Furniture
Portraits
Library vault- number 53 H
Originals of Potter Library
Family journals
Armory vault- number 54
Weapons
Armor
vault- number 55
548,584,332 G 15 S 22 K
Books
Brooms
vault- number 56
642,581,214 G 15 S 25 K
Books
Jewelry
Dresses
James Potter personal vault- number 57
985,254,854 G 15 S 2 K
Books
Portrait
Brooms
Lily Evans Potter personal vault- number 58
541,336,547 G 12 S 28 K
Books
Dresses
Jewelry
Harry Potter personal vault- number 59
658,857,154 G 14 S 24 K
Books
Knickknacks
Brooms
Potter family school trust vault- number 687
501,546 G 12 S 22 K- refills every September 1
tops at 600,000 G
Godric's Hollow vault-number 826
Furniture
Books
Baby toys
Potter Properties
Potter Manor- unplottable
Hunting Lodge- Belgium
Marauder's Retreat- France
Godric's Hollow- England
Lake Cottage- Caribbean
Lyons Castle- unplottable
Ravens Tower- unplottable
50% of Hogwarts
Potter Businesses
Daily Prophet- 44%
Nimbus company- 55%
Honeydukes- 22%
Zonko's Joke Shop- 15%
Eeylopps Owl Emporium- 5%
Potter Farms and Apothecary- 75%
Microsoft- 6%
Apple- 4%
Nike- 10%
General Motors- 11%
Slytherin Accounts
Main Vault- number 5
574,254,257,115 G 14 S 24 K
Heirlooms
Books
Portrait
Weapons
Armor
Wands
Slytherin Properties
Asp Palace- unplottable
25% Hogwarts
"All this is mine?" Harry finally squeaked.
Severus smirked, "Yup, all yours. It would be advisable to visit your properties at some point, although you are NOT going to be staying at them alone, no matter how many elves I know your family had. I believe the Potter Head Elf was Mipsy. Call her."
Harry frowned, Elf? Like Dobby? "Mipsy." He called. To his relief, this elf wasn't wearing wearing a dirty old pillow case, although her tea-towel with coat-of-arms on it was a little rumpled and dirty.
"Young Master! Mipsy is sorry, Mipsy is not finding you, magic hide the Young Master!" She cried, throwing herself around his legs and sobbing her relief that 'the Young Master' was safe, even if he was too thin for her liking.
It took a while to get her to let go, she seemed to think that Harry would disappear on her if she did.
"Mipsy, Harry is going to be staying with the Longbottoms for the rest of the summer." When the little elf looked like she was going to start crying again, Sharpaxe hurried to add, "I'm sure Madam Longbottom will let you tag along if you want to and take care of your Young Master. " He ignored Severus's snort of amusement. "For now, if you could let the other Elves know Harry has been found and is safe and make sure the properties are ready should he decide to visit?" Sharpaxe asked her.
Mipsy waited for Harry's nod of approval before saying she could do that and popped out to carry out the Goblins request. She didn't go without one parting admonishment for Harry to eat though.
"She was much different than Dobby, happier." Harry muttered quietly.
"Dobby?" Severus asked sharply. "How do you know that elf?"
"Er, he's the elf that got me in trouble with the Dursley's and the Ministry with that Hover Charm. He's been stopping all mail from my friends too, why?"
"Because Dobby is the personal House-Elf of Lucius Malfoy. Did he say why he was doing all that?"
"Yeah, he said horrible things were going to happen, that there was an evil plot or something. He was trying to get me to promise not to go back this year. Couldn't it have just been a joke from the Malfoys or something? I know Draco Malfoy would love to get me expelled."
Severus shook his head. "The bond between the elf and master weakens the more the master causes harm to the elf, either directly or indirectly. As you could see, Dobby was very much physically harmed. If the Malfoys had tried to order Dobby to go play some kind of trick on you like that, the bond is weak enough that he could refuse, especially since he has always been a little... obsessed. with the Great Harry Potter. As I'm sure you noticed." He said when he caught Harry's grimace. "And I wouldn't put it past Lucius to really be plotting something. No doubt when it happens, the Headmaster will ignore the problem long enough for you to feel like you are the one responsible for stopping it. Forcing you to play the hero, no doubt as a test." He sat there for a few moments staring at a wall while Harry and Sharpaxe watched.
Finally he shook himself, "I will keep an ear out, if you see Dobby again, tell me." He instructed.
Harry nodded slowly. He would try, but he had grown up knowing adults weren't to be trusted, they would always let you down. McGonagall had proven that last year when they went to her about the Stone.
"Now, then!" Sharpaxe said. "I think that is all we had to discuss, I will take you to your personal vault and let you get to your shopping. It just so happens that your school book-list came earlier this morning while you were still out." He held the letter out, Harry took it and opened it up to see what kind of book would be assigned for Defense so he could get an idea what kind of teacher it would be this year, only to find a bunch of book titles that looked like they could be fiction written by a guy named, "Who's Gilderoy Lockhart?"
Snape frowned too, "What?" he asked as he took the list from Harry only to start cursing in every language he knew that wasn't English. He absently reflected that he wouldn't be able to do that anymore after he started teaching some of these languages to Harry. "This idiot? What is Dumbledore thinking? The new teacher is either the idiot himself or some witch who's huge fan, either way the teacher is going to be useless and you won't be learning anything." He sighed at Harry's confused look. "Lockhart is a giant fraud. Half of the stuff he writes in his books is so false and impossible that its laughable. Something that anybody with a brain should know. Not to mention, if you look carefully, you could tell that his own timeline doesn't add up. He'd have to literally be in three places at once."
He hummed a bit as he thought. "I know of a place within Hogwarts... where I could tutor you in secret if you would like. Potions and Defense mostly... I need to repair the damage I caused last year during my classes, and last year's Defense teacher was pathetic... it would also be a good idea to teach you how to control your new magical strength. By the way... you wouldn't happen to know what happened to Quirrel do you? The Headmaster wouldn't tell me anything." He asked curiously.
"Um, he Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head. He was trying to steal the Stone so he could come back... I, um... I kind of... killed him." Harry said reluctantly and quietly.
"Are you telling me, that you killed someone at the age of eleven, encountered the Dark Lord and survived again, and Dumbledore just sent you back to your relatives with a pat on the head and a good job?"
"Um, yeah? What's wrong?"
"Nobody came to speak with you about it, you killed a man and nobody came to speak with you about it?" Severus asked incredulously.
Harry shook his head, confused about what the problem was. Adults being unhelpful and not doing their jobs where he was concerned was nothing new to him after all. Severus stared at him for another moment before shaking head and deciding to drop it... for now. Sharpaxe watched the whole thing and mentally added yet another strike against Dumbledore.
"Anyway, we'll discuss this some more later... tutoring. You will have to wear your Cloak to make sure you are not followed and for now keep this silent from your friends. I will let you know when you can tell them, when I am sure where they stand. Especially Weasley, his family is notorious Dumbledore supporters... Mr. Weasley is alright, we are protected there by his oaths of silence he took as part of his employment with the bank." Harry made a face at having to keep this secret from his friends but could agree that they didn't want them running to Dumbledore, first though...
"Yes, please!" Harry said, bouncing up and down in his seat. Severus's mouth twitched towards a smile again at his godson's eagerness.
"Alright then, expect a detention from me after your first class so we can plan a schedule." Harry made a face at the detention, but nodded eagerly.
Sharpaxe grinned too, "Well, then, shall we go visit the vault?"
Harry leaned against a wall, trying to get the hallway to stop spinning. They had just gotten out of the cart outside his personal vault, vault number 59. They had just spent the last 20 minutes on that cart, twisting and turning the whole way down, at some point the tracks turned into a spiral, one that went on and seemed like it would not end, like an endless spiral staircase.
Ugh, just thinking about that dumb spiral made him feel sick.
Hedwig herself was perched on his shoulder shaking. He could feel her own dizziness through their new link, he didn't doubt that they were only making each other's dizziness worse.
While he got his bearings, Sharpaxe and Severus talked about random things. Harry heard snippets and figured they were talking about Harry's safety at Hogwarts and what Mr. Malfoy could be up to. Harry had a moment of envy that neither of them seemed the least bit affected by the ride. But they were also probably used to it or something.
When he was finally able to see straight, he pushed off the wall and and walked over to the two, silently handing over his key when Sharpaxe asked for it.
He knew from reading the audit lists, that he had a lot in there, but reading about it, and seeing it, were two completely different things.
The vault was full, with floor to ceiling bookshelves, some covered in trinkets, some full of books. There were trunks sitting around, opening one. Harry saw precious jewels and other knickknacks, there was a small pile of brooms in one corner, and filling the rest of the room, was a very large pile of gold.
Sharpaxe walked over to a bookshelf and pulled down two envelopes, which he handed to Harry along with a money pouch. "Read these later, they are from your parents, written shortly before That Night, and this has an expansion charm on it so you can put as much as you want in it, I would recommend taking a lot, you have a lot of shopping to do. If you would like, we can even convert some of this into British pounds if you feel like you would go into the Muggle world for some of your shopping."
Harry took the letters reverently before tucking them inside one of the books Severus handed him from the shelves, looking at it, Harry saw that it was a book on Familiar's. Some of the other titles were on his book-list for the coming school year and one was on Animagus transformation. Looking at it, he saw the names James Potter and Sirius Black on the cover as the authors. He stared at it for a while until a cleared throat brought him back to the present and he carefully put the books into his pouch before taking the money pouch from Sharpaxe, angrily wiping away a stray tear.
"One thing about that pouch that you should know is the security measures on it. It will only open for the first person to put money into it. Once you have placed coins into it, it will bind itself to your magical signature," he watched as Harry started sweeping piles of money into the pouch, once the first coin was in it glowed blue for a moment before stopping, "It is now keyed to your magical signature. No one else will ever be able to open it, and you do not want to know what will happen to whoever tries to force it open." He grinned ferally, making Harry shiver. He made a mental note to never get on the goblins bad side.
Once he put more money than he thought he would need into it, he turned to go only for Severus to stop him and pass him several more handfuls.
"Do you want to take anything else with you from here? Some of these things were stuff your parents bought for you from various places, your parents loved to travel before they had to go into hiding." Severus said softly.
Harry shook his head, but stopped on his way out when a small fang sitting on a nearby shelf caught his eye. He decided to take that along too, when they reached the cart again, Severus took it and transfigured a strip of leather to string it on, putting it over Harry's head just as the cart started moving again.
On the trip back up top, he tried to distract himself from the ride by thinking back on the past couple of days.
He was starving in his room, now here he was, a pouchful of his possessions and money, one of the wealthiest people in Britain, and a godfather with him plus a plan to get the other one the trial he should have received years ago. Not to mention, said imprisoned godfather also happened to be his adopted father. Factor in an old man who apparently felt the need to manipulate everything and everyone he could and had control over the whole world, without the world realizing it... life was so much simpler a couple of days ago when he was trying to figure out how to get him and Hedwig out of the house alive.
"Alright, I have a slight Notice-Me-Not charm on myself so people won't look twice, it would not be good for word to get back to either Dumbledore or the Death Eaters that we were seen together in the Alley. Ollivander's first. We need to make sure your wand will still work for you since your core was unblocked." Severus said as he led Harry out of Gringotts.
Only to bump straight into the Weasley's.
"Harry! There you are mate! I was getting worried, why didn't you tell me you were coming to the Alley? For that matter why haven't you owled me at all this summer?" The youngest Mr. Weasley said as he clapped Harry on the shoulder in greeting.
"Er, I couldn't owl, Uncle Vernon had Hedwig locked up, and coming to the Alley today was... unexpected, and a long story that I will tell you later. In private." Harry said.
"Oh, Harry, dear. Your not here alone are you? You really shouldn't be on your own dear, does Dumbledore know you are here? Come on, you can come home to the Burrow with us, and then we can contact the Professor." Mrs. Weasley chimed in.
"That will not be necessary, Mrs. Weasley. I'm with him and arrangements have already been made for him to stay for the summer." Severus said smoothly, subtly putting up a privacy ward while he cancelled his charm.
While all the Weasley boys jumped at the sudden appearance of their least liked professor. "Harry! What are you doing with him?"
"Keep it down, I don't want the street to know I'm here, I won't be able to shop in peace. A lot's been going on the past couple of days. I'll explain more later."
"Ok, hey. Listen... me and the twins went to get you, we saw your room. Are you sure your alright?"
Harry smiled, even if he was a little embarrassed that his best friend saw all that. "Yeah, I'm alright. Thanks. I'll explain more later."
Through the boys entire exchange, he had watched the Weasley girl, she was alternating between hiding behind her father and looking like she wanted to say something to Harry. And he didn't like the predatory gleam in her eyes. It was the same thing he had seen before in Blaise Zabini's mother when she first met the poor rich man who would become her next husband. Whether that poor man knew it at that time or not. He made a mental note to have Sharpaxe check to see if Dumbledore had tried to arrange another marriage between Harry and someone he deemed an 'acceptable light witch'.
In other words, any witch in Britain that supported Dumbledore or was otherwise controlled by him.
"We best be going, we have a lot to buy." Severus cut in. Weasley startled again and eyed him warily, while the twin terrors eyed him like they were already planning their next prank. And he was the target.
Great.
"Alright, well, owl me later, and I'll see you on the train?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded and smiled. "Yup! See you, Fred, George."
Severus got an idea and grabbed Arthur's arm before he passed and told him to ask for Sharpaxe about getting his family checked, and to not mention seeing him. The fact that Molly immediately asked if Dumbledore knew where Harry was concerned him.
Arthur looked confused, but agreed.
Severus reapplied his Notice-Me-Not and took down the ward, "Right, Ollivander's first." He said as he led Harry away. Harry turned to wave at Ron.
"You really think Dumbledore did anything to them?" Harry asked, worried. He liked the Weasley's, he didn't want them controlled.
"I hope not. Here we are," he opened the door and let Harry in first, hearing Ollivander as he stepped in behind him.
"Ah, Mr. Potter. I was not expecting to see you in here, and certainly not so soon. You didn't break it did you?"
Harry blushed, "No, its fine."
"We've just come from Gringotts." Severus cut in, "Harry had 80% of his core blocked the last time he was here, it is now unblocked."
"Ah, is that what the magical disturbance last night was?" He asked. He turned his creepy stare to Harry again, "Yes, yes, I can tell the difference in power levels. You are concerned whether or not his current wand will still work for him? Yes, lets see it then."
Harry slowly pulled out his wand and held it out. Ollivander didn't take it though. Instead, he held his hand over Harry's and the wand. "Hm, yes, this is now a little out of line, you can still use it fine, it will just be a little more difficult than it should be... but that's not because of your new core size. That I believe is because of your new Familiar Bond. This is a common problem for wizards who develop one. It won't take much to fix, all I need is a feather from the pretty lady on your shoulder and 15 minutes."
When he finished speaking, Hedwig lifted her wing, preened a bit, and came out holding one of her primary feathers in her beak.
"Aren't you a smart one?" Ollivander asked as he took her feather from her and grabbed Harry's wand, disappearing into the back with a brief, "It will only be 15 minutes."
Severus and Harry stood there for a moment. Finally, Severus sighed. "While he works, we might as well go get some owl treats or something for Hedwig." Harry nodded and followed him out of the shop, and across the street to Eylopps Owl Emporium.