Gobbledygook

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.

Arthur Weasley was slightly worried about what Professor Snape told him. What would he need to get the family checked for? He hadn't noticed anything wrong... but he was also with Harry, and if he remembered correctly from what his father told him, the Potter Account Manager was the oldest and most trusted Account Manager in the Goblin nation. He was a goblin who served the Potter's for 150 years. If Severus was telling him to ask for him, then something must have happened.

And whatever that was, it clearly involved Harry. He looked at his youngest son in concern. From what little he'd been told about the previous school year, what concerned Harry Potter, concerned Ron too. According to the twins, the two were practically joined at the hip at school.

Going up to the nearest teller, "Excuse me, Professor Severus Snape has requested that we speak with Accounts Manager Sharpaxe about getting our family checked? He didn't say for what though."

The goblin frowned briefly, "What is your families connection with Heir Potter that Lord Snape would request you to speak with his account manager?" The goblin asked cautiously.

"Arthur, what is going on?" Molly asked her husband. He shook his head, letting her know that he didn't know, but he had a feeling that whatever it was would be serious.

"Er, my youngest is his best-friend and dorm-mate... and I believe Headmaster Dumbledore approached us in the past about signing a marriage contract between him and my daughter, we turned him down though."

The goblin nodded, then turned and barked, "Inform Accounts Manager Sharpaxe that Lord Prince-Snape has directed the Weasley family to him to be checked, and see if Senior Curse-Breaker Weasley is well enough to meet them in Manager Sharpaxe's office if he is agreeable." The messenger nodded and raced away, coming back five minutes later to inform them that Sharpaxe was waiting.

His children looked at him, worry written all over their faces, when they realized they weren't going to the carts, but instead back to the offices, more specifically, the Account Manager's offices. "Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with our account." He reassured them. "I hope." He added under his breath so they wouldn't hear. The goblin obviously heard, but he chose not to say anything.

Finally, they stopped outside a door, with a name plate reading,

Sharpaxe

Potter Family Accounts Manager

"Dad?" Ron asked, confused.

"Hold on, Ron. I don't know quite what is going on, but Professor Snape told me to come speak with Sharpaxe about getting the family checked. I'm going to assume Manager Sharpaxe will know what that means. Whatever is going on, it's obviously serious and involves Harry, and from what the twins told me, what involves Harry usually somehow involves you too. So, I'm going along with what the Professor said." Arthur said as the goblin announced their presence.

Finally, he stepped back out of the doorway and ushered them inside. What they were not expecting was to see a clearly injured Bill standing in the office behind the goblin occupied desk.

"BILL!" Molly gasped, she would have run to him, except that would be considered extremely rude by the goblin in the room, and the goblins did not tolerate such rudeness in their own offices.

Arthur saw Sharpaxe signal to Bill that it was alright before Bill came around to their side of the desk to accept his mothers hug and fussing.

"I'm alright, mum, it was just an accident, they happen." Bill said, trying to get his mother to back off, she was currently talking about calling the family's Healer or taking him to St. Mungoes, finally, Bill, had enough. "MUM! I only have an hour here before the Healers want me back in the infirmary." He said, stressing the word's Healers, and infirmary. Making it clear to his mother that he was already receiving the best of care.

Sharpaxe watched the whole thing in amusement. Finally, he cleared his throat and watched as his siblings all quietly piled Bill into a quick group hug before speaking. "Senior Curse-Breaker Weasley was injured in the course of his work for the bank, while undoing a block somebody placed on one of our clients magical cores. The release, was... more violent than expected. You are here, because, the core block was not the only thing we had to remove from the client. Yes, Mr. Weasley?" He asked when Ron slowly raised his hand like he would in class.

"Sir, the client, it's Harry, isn't it? Somebody blocked Harry's core and then had a bunch of charms on him." Ron said in a small voice.

Bill smiled and pulled his brother into a side-hug. "See, I told you my little brother was brilliant and would be the first to figure it out."

Sharpaxe smiled slightly at that. "Yes, Mr. Weasley, it is Harry. The charms we found on him were tracking, loyalty and compulsion charms. As well as an aversion charm to anything related to Slytherin and studying."

Everyone gasped at hearing of the loyalty and compulsion charms. Those were borderline illegal. "The concern here, is that because you are so close to the one who cast those charms, that he might have done the same to your family, or at least to young Mr. Weasley here. Due to his closeness to Harry, we feel it best to check. Obviously when you ran into Professor Snape outside, something was said to cause him concern regarding this or he would not have sent you to me."

Ron was mumbling to himself, all the others heard was something about goats. "One of the first things mum said to Harry was to ask if Dumbledore knew he was in the Alley today." He said when his oldest brother poked him in the side.

"What does Dumbledore have to do with this?" Molly asked, confused. It was a legitimate concern, after all the man was Harry's magical guardian. It was only right that he knew where Harry was.

"Because, Mrs. Weasley. Headmaster Dumbledore is the one who blocked Harry's core, abilities, and the one to put a loyalty and compulsion charm on him."

"Young man, that owl needs to be caged if you are going to have her in here. I will not have her eating the merchandise." The shop keeper called.

"Don't worry, she won't leave my shoulder. She's well-behaved." Harry called back as he moved further into the shop, he had to squash his irritation over Hedwig being called 'that owl'. He could feel Hedwig's irritation too and worked to calm her down even as he tried to calm himself down.

He narrowed his eyes briefly. "She better not. You pay for what she eats."

Harry nodded, "Yes, sir."

He sighed. "What can I get for you then?"

"Just some treats, and maybe some of your more rare mice breeds? The ones she won't find hunting in Britain." He asked, feeling Hedwig's satisfaction and excitement over his request.

The keeper grinned, "Going to spoil someone, are we? Here we go." He said as he gathered the requested items. "That's going to be... 10 Galleons, 2 Sickles, and 3 Knuts. I'll give you an extra box of treats free since she's so well behaved."

Harry's eyes widened as he counted out the money, then he grinned, "Thank you!" Everyone chuckled as Hedwig hooted and puffed up proudly.

Harry put the new items in his 'pouch of stuff', as he was starting to call it, while he let Severus steer him out of the shop and into the leather shop next to Ollivander's. They still had time.

This shop, Harry discovered, sold the finest leather goods. Quality Dragon-hide gloves, boots, and wand holsters. Their least expensive item was a piece of cow-hide. Nothing done with it, not made into anything, just a random piece of leather. He figured it must be for craftsman, crafts-wiz? He thought he even saw a saddle in one corner.

Severus steered him straight for the wand-holsters, finding the section on the wall made of dragon-hide with anti-summoning charms on them. "Pick one."

Harry picked a black one that the tag said was made from Hungarian Horntail, with the design of a dragon stitched into it, Severus told him the design was also a Hungarian Horntail. The most vicious and protective dragon breed out there. Especially when it came to their young. Before going to pay, Severus picked up a can of Leather oil so Harry could take proper care of it. He explained that if he didn't, then even Dragon-hide would eventually start to dry out and crack. The more it cracked, the less sturdy it was and the more he ran the risk of it breaking on him.

When he went to pay, Harry protested, until Severus told him, "Consider it a late birthday present." Harry looked confused for a moment before he decided to go with it.

After helping Harry put it on, he steered him towards Ollivander's to get his wand back so he could have something to put in his new holster.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, or should I say Heir Potter-Black?" Ollivander asked when he spotted the Heir rings on Harry's hands.

"Whichever is fine." Harry said softly.

"Not a word of this to anyone though, we are trying to keep it quiet for now." Snape warned.

"Of course, of course... now, your wand was being difficult at first, but once I got the two cores intertwined, it calmed down and behaved itself. If it decides to be difficult again, give it time and if it still doesn't work as it should, bring it back and I will see what I can do." Ollivander instructed as he handed the wand back to its owner.

When Harry took the wand, it was like holding it for the first time a year ago all over again. His hand felt warm, and that warmth traveled up his arm. He smiled when he levitated the chair by the door and using the spell felt easier than it ever had. He jumped a little when the chair shot up to the ceiling instead of slowly floating upwards like he had expected. It almost hit the ceiling before suddenly falling back to the ground when Harry released the spell. It would have crashed and splintered if it weren't for Severus's quick spell-work.

"Sorry."

"Not to worry, lack of control is a common problem for wizards when they get their cores unblocked. Especially with how much of yours that was blocked. You just need to re-learn control, Mr. Potter." Ollivander said before Severus could say anything. Severus rolled his eyes but nodded his agreement.

"How much?" Harry asked, putting his wand in his new holster.

Before he could pull his money pouch out though, Severus was already handing over the two galleon labor fees Ollivander asked for. "Hey!" Harry protested again.

Severus just smiled slightly as he steered Harry out of the wand-shop. Severus decided he would let Harry pay for most of his stuff. Since he grew up taking care of himself, he knew that Harry would be very independent. He was still going to pay for what he could though, after being denied the simple pleasure of providing for his godson for 10 years, he was going to provide all he could now.

The office was filled with stunned silence. Molly was disbelieving, while everyone else was horrified at what they heard. They couldn't believe it. Why would the Headmaster do such a thing?

Sharpaxe let them have a few moments to process what he heard, before clearing his throat again, and gesturing to Bill to hand him the dagger and parchments. "These parchments are specially treated with a potion designed to show a person's abilities, any blocks they might have on their abilities, and whatever charms, or potions the person might be under the influence of."

"What reason would the Headmaster have to place those charms on my family?" Molly demanded to know.

Sharpaxe smiled slightly. "He came to you, years ago, did he not? About creating a marriage contract between Harry and your daughter? And you refused him. He doesn't, ah, take kindly to people refusing him, and tends to take measures to ensure it doesn't happen a second time." He explained. Molly was stunned silent.

"Mum, when I first started working here, this abilities test was required, and it showed a block on my magical core and my ability to see wards." Bill said softly. "I didn't say anything at the time, because we got rid of it, no problems, and we didn't know who placed the blocks. But... now we are almost certain we know who it was."

"But, why would he block your ability to see wards? Unless..." Ron trailed off.

"Yes, Ron?" Arthur asked.

"Unless, the supposed impenetrable wards at Hogwarts aren't really impenetrable anymore. What if the Headmaster has also been tampering with them? Making them weaker somehow, or just neglecting to keep them strengthened and maintained? That troll we fought last year shouldn't have been able to get into the school, and yet, it did. Plus the one he was deliberately keeping in the school to guard the Stone."

"Trolls? Stones? We will discuss when we get home, young man." Arthur said, he had no idea what his son was talking about, but it didn't sound good.

Ron grimaced, "Yes, sir." He said quietly.

"Unfortunately, the young Mr. Weasley is right. We have sent Ward Masters to check the condition of the wards around Hogwarts yearly. Every year they are weaker. But that is not why we are here." He gestured at the parchments and knife. "All it requires is some blood on the center of the parchment. Who is first?"

Arthur walked over, shaking his head the whole time, muttering under his breath exactly what he planned to do to the Headmaster if he dared touch his family. Sharpaxe watched him pick up the dagger and let the blood fall onto the parchment before he suddenly barked, "Go get the ceremonial bowl and dagger from the Weasley Family Vaults. While you are gone, send someone to fetch the potion for Inheritance tests. One for you and your father. And get the old Weasley Account Manager, I think it was Quickjaw." Bill nodded and left the room.

"He is going down to the Weasley Family Vaults to get a couple of things for us. Your old manager will also join us shortly."

"I thought our old Family Vaults were cleaned out and closed decades ago." Arthur said as he watched the writing appear on the parchment.

Sharpaxe raised an eyebrow. "And that thought is exactly why Quickjaw is joining us. Now, then..." He said, taking the parchment. "You look clean, no charms or potions on you that shouldn't be there. I suspect that is because you work for the Ministry and they routinely check for things like that. Mrs. Weasley?" He held the dagger out to her. She stepped forward, clearly thinking all this was a waste of time, but she took the dagger and cut her finger with it, letting the blood fall on the fresh parchment.

Sharpaxe took the parchment and raised an eyebrow before handing it back to Molly. "I'm afraid to say, you are potioned and charmed, Mrs. Weasley. You also have an ability block."

Her eyes widened and she grabbed the parchment.

Molly Prewett Weasley

Abilities

Ward sight- blocked

Charms

Loyalty- keyed to Albus Dumbledore

Compulsion- keyed to Albus Dumbledore

Suggestions- keyed to Albus Dumbledore

Obliviations

Potions

Obedience

Loyalty- responsive to Albus Dumbledore

She stared in horror at the parchment. "We will take you down to the ritual room after we have tested your children." Sharpaxe said, holding the dagger out to Percy.

After he sliced his finger, he just handed it off to Fred so they could keep this moving. There were a lot of them, after all. And they did still have to shop for school.

"Arthur, we don't have time for this today, we still have to shop for school, and this is the only day you could get off for that." Molly said quietly as she watched her children take the test.

"After we take care of the Inheritance stuff, I can take the children that are clean and take them to get all of the school stuff while you go to the ritual room and get this taken care of. I worry how we are going to pay for this though." Arthur said.

"Don't worry about that dad, I've already made arrangements for this to be taken out of my paychecks. I recently got promoted, so it won't be too bad." Bill said quietly, coming in just in time to hear that.

"Oh, but Bill..." Molly started to protest. He just smiled and gave her a hug before going to put the Bowl and Dagger on the desk, placing two potions on the desk beside them.

"Quickjaw is coming, apparently when our Account was 'closed out', he kept everything waiting for the day when we would come asking. Seems he took everything that happened back then as a personal insult since he didn't do anything wrong, did everything he could to stop it, in fact, and it still happened." Bill informed Sharpaxe.

Sharpaxe nodded as he examined the Weasley children's parchments. "Mr. and Miss Weasley," He said, handing Ron and Ginny their parchments, "Are clean. The other three boys, however..." he said. Handing the parchments of Percy, Fred, and George to their father.

He took the parchments, and everyone could see his anger that somebody dared to mess with his children's magic.

Percival Weasley

Abilities

Eidetic Memory- partially blocked

Ward sight- blocked

Charms

Aversion to rule breaking

Obsession with rules and authority figures

Obliviations

Potions

Loyalty- responsive to Albus Dumbledore

Fredrick Fabian Weasley

Abilities

Twin-telepathy- partially blocked

Ward sight- blocked

Charms

Tracking- keyed to Albus Dumbledore

Aversion to Slytherin

Obliviations

George Gideon Weasley

Abilities

Twin-telepathy- partially blocked

Ward sight- blocked

Charms

Tracking- keyed to Albus Dumbledore

Aversion to Slytherin

Obliviations

"Ron and Ginny have the ability to see wards too, but their's hasn't developed yet." Bill said, looking over their parchments.

Fred took his parchment his tomato-red father. "Well, the hat did want to put us in Slytherin." He slowly said as he looked everything over. "And the tracking is probably so he could tell where we were so he could avoid our pranks or something... but twin-telepathy?" He asked his parents.

Molly nodded. "It is rare, but sometimes with wizarding twins they are telepathic with each other. I should have figured you two had that with how close you are and all that. I should have known something wasn't right when you didn't develop that." What she didn't tell them was that it was a good thing Dumbledore didn't try to completely block it. The shock that would have caused could have killed them.

Fred frowned but he didn't say anything. They all knew that their parents couldn't pay them the kind of attention that children with less siblings got, and they didn't mind. They all loved having so many siblings, and they all knew their parents did their best to pay them all equal amounts of attention, even if it didn't always seem like it.

"There has always felt like something has been missing." George said to his twin quietly.

They may have looked calm, but every Weasley in the room knew that Dumbledore was going to pay, Weasley twin style. And there would be no escape.

"And now we know why Percy suddenly got so stuffy about rules and stuff when he started Hogwarts." Fred said lightly. He didn't want to dwell right now on what was taken from him and his twin for so long.

"Yeah, remember the pranking war we got into with him when we were younger?"

"Yup, I remember Forge."

Molly groaned. She remembered that too. She also remembered how happy she was when Percy came home from his first year and told the twins that their pranks were childish and he didn't have time for such things anymore. She was beginning to feel like a failure of a mother.

Arthur noticed how down she was getting, and pulled her into a hug, whispering reminders that it wasn't her fault, she couldn't have known. Finally, she came out of it and turned her thoughts towards making Dumbledore regret he ever messed with her family.

Severus decided they might as well go visit the bookshop now, Harry didn't need any of his school books, he would be using his parents, the ones he got from his personal vault. Severus thought he might have grabbed Lily's, they were in better shape than James were if he remembered correctly. But he had a feeling that Harry would be well on his way to starting his own private library by the time they were done shopping and Severus dropped Harry off at the Longbottoms.

He quickly decided to save the trip to the bookstore for last when he saw the line of witches snaking its way outside the shop, and the sign by the door stating that Gilderoy Lockhart was doing a book signing today.

As they walked away, Harry said, "Hey, I saw in through the door, I thought I saw Malfoy and what looked like his father. Mr. Malfoy was slipping something into Ron's sisters cauldron. Both he and Mr. Weasley looked like they were fighting, they were pretty roughed up."

This concerned Severus, a hundred possibilities of what Lucius could have been giving her was running through his mind. "That can't be good... I believe Miss Weasley is starting Hogwarts this year?" When Harry nodded, he continued. "Whatever that was must have been part of the plot Dobby warned you about. I will keep an eye out when we reach school and warn her Head of House, who will probably be Minerva, to keep a close eye on her. Keep an eye out while we are here for her father, get his attention if you do see him, I will tell him what you saw. Hmm, strange though, I would have thought the Weasley's would still be in Gringotts. I told Mr. Weasley to request an audience with Sharpaxe and ask for his family to be checked. Unless Molly Weasley decided to save time and sent her husband and youngest on to go ahead and get their shopping while she stayed at the bank with the other boys."

"Or she outright refused to let her family be checked. From what Ron has told me, she would take it as a personal insult for someone to suggest that something was wrong with her family and she didn't notice. She's very proud of her family and her ability to be a good mother."

Severus hummed. "Its possible. Molly Weasley is indeed a very proud woman. But at the same time, if there were the possibility of there being something wrong with her family, she would want to know right away and she would want it fixed as soon as possible. And then she would do everything she could to make the one who messed with them seriously regret it. Regardless of whether or not she thought someone was questioning her ability to care for her family."

"True."

Severus pulled Harry into an alcove and asked him to take out his trunk so he could inspect his potions equipment and see where he was on his uniform, whether or not they would need to get it refitted along with the rest of their clothing order.

From what Severus remembered, it had been Hagrid to take Harry his letter last year, and then took him shopping. While Severus could not deny that the gentle half-giant knew his creatures and the students all loved him (except for his snakes), he wasn't exactly qualified to introduce a Muggle-raised student to the Wizarding World for the first time. Let alone take him shopping and help him pick out the best quality potions ingredients he could.

He deemed the cauldron in good shape, and the scales would be good for their tutoring sessions where they were just working with the basics that every wizarding child learned about long before Hogwarts, although Harry would need a better set for class itself where the potions would be more complicated and needed more precise measuring. Everything else needed replaced. They might have been acceptable once, but Harry clearly did not know how to care for them properly. He'd done his best, but you couldn't just clean these like you would a kitchen utensil. All the ingredients were bad, they hadn't been the best quality in the first place, and then Harry hadn't even known how to store them properly to make them last.

All this was something the person introducing the Muggle-raised student was supposed to teach them about after they were done shopping and back in the students home. He sighed.

"Hagrid was not the best person to send to give you your letter last year." He said as he banished the stuff he deemed needing to be replaced.

"Hagrid is great!" Harry said angrily as Severus started holding his school robes against him to see if they would need refitted.

Severus sighed and dropped the robes into Harry's hands so he could see what else Harry would need for school. "I didn't say he wasn't, I merely pointed out that he wasn't qualified to introduce you to the magical world. There is a reason why only Heads of Houses are allowed to do it, and why said Heads of Houses have to be trained by the Ministry first. Take your potions equipment that I banished, for instance. None of them were properly taken care of or properly stored so they wouldn't go bad. Not your fault, nobody told you how to take care of them or how to store them. That would have been the job of the professor who came to give you your letter and bring you shopping for your school stuff. We will have to get your telescope looked at and possibly realigned too..." He muttered quietly.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Your school robes look like they will fit for another year, but that might not be the case in a few months when you are done taking your nutrient potions... we'll go ahead and get them refitted slightly bigger just for that... we will need to have growth charms added to them. This is another example of Hagrid not knowing what to do. He didn't make sure Madam Malkin knew to add the standard charms we usually have her put on for our Muggle-born students. The Pure-blood children, their house-elves can put them on no problem, but she has to be the one to do it for the Muggle-borns and those who don't have house-elves."

"Er..."

Severus looked up at the sheepish look on his godson's face and sighed. "He didn't even go with you into the shop, did he?"

"The Gringotts cart didn't exactly agree with his stomach..."

"So, he went to the Leaky Cauldron for a quick drink?"

Harry gave a half shrug and nodded. Severus shook his head. Honestly, that man...

He continued looking through Harry's trunk, surprised the only book he saw in there that wasn't on the first year book- list was a book on owl care. "I'm surprised the only extra book you have in here is this one. I would have expected it to be full of extra reading."

Harry grimaced. "I had to fight Hagrid just to let me get that one. Basically, if it wasn't on the list, I wasn't getting it."

Severus frowned. "Well, after the bookstore clears out of all those Lockhart fans, we will just have to fix that, won't we? The only books I will require you to get in there since you now have your mothers second year books will be the introductory books we have all Muggle-borns buy. And don't bother buying the Lockhart books, they may be on the list, but those, things," he sneered, "Aren't worth the parchment they are written on."

Harry beamed.

Severus smiled slightly again before he magically repacked Harry's trunk, noticing that Harry's Cloak and a photo-album with a picture of James, Lily, and baby Harry on the cover were carefully packed away in the corner while everything else had been thrown in. Harry saw him looking at the album and told him softly that Hagrid gave him that album at the end of last year while he was in the hospital wing. Severus subtly ran a scan on the contents of the trunk and disabled all the tracking and compulsion charms he found on almost everything before Harry closed the lid for him to shrink again before he put it back in the pouch. He really must thank Sharptooth later for providing Harry with that pouch.

Because of the charms on everything, he decided that they should get Harry a new trunk, one with better security on it than the one he had. Maybe make it a multi-compartment too... one of the compartments would of course be a library, he had a feeling Harry would be needed a trunk space like that soon. The one he currently had was the standard trunk sold to Muggle-borns with a lower budget. The ones who could afford a bit more usually got a slightly pricier model with security features or more than one compartment. For the Pure-bloods, of course, it was not uncommon for them to come to school with trunks holding full walk-in closets, their own bath, and a full study. To name just a couple of compartments. He'd even seen one with a professional dueling room in his. Really, what did a first-year need with his own professional dueling room?

Arthur took his youngest shopping for their school supplies, for once not going into the second-hand stores for everything. Instead, they were buying everything new. He thought back to what he learned in Sharpaxe's office about the Weasley Family Vaults and what really happened all those years ago. Now, he wondered if his memory too hadn't been messed with to make him think things had happened differently.

"Now, we can get to the Inheritance." Sharpaxe said as Molly and the three boys were led out of the room to go get the charms and blocks removed. As they left, a goblin in Healers robes stepped into the room and looked pointedly at Bill.

"You should have been back in my infirmary half an hour ago, Master Weasley." She said sternly, her tone of voice made all the Weasley's in the room look around for Madam Pomfrey.

Bill grimaced, and gestured at the potions on the desk, "I know, something else came up, 15 more minutes? I will take whatever foul tasting potions you shove at me without complaining anymore." He asked hopefully. Sharpaxe chuckled at his wheedling. The Healer looked at the Inheritance potions on the desk and raised an eyebrow. Then, she went behind the desk and conjured up a chair before plopping down into it. She then proceeded to watch Bill like a hawk.

Sharpaxe sighed, only Healers could get away with this kind of behavior, every goblin quickly learned to never come between a Healer and their patients, whether the Healer be goblin or human. They were scarier than the fiercest goblin warriors. He then held out the dagger and potion to Arthur, "Just a few drops, then make sure you mix it well before pouring it into the bowl." He said as he got the parchment out.

When Arthur was done with the dagger he handed it to Bill. Bill decided to wait until his fathers results were ready though.

"Dad, what do you want us to do at school?" Ron asked, pointing between himself and Ginny.

Arthur sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Depends on what Harry is doing right now." He said, looking at Sharpaxe.

He shrugged. "Right now, Harry is planning on simply not drawing Dumbledore's attention. I will be meeting with him again in a couple of weeks before the next Wizengamot meeting to go over plans in more detail. I will get the results of your tests to Madam Bones, she can add it to the list of crimes Dumbledore has committed since the Halloween the Potters died. Luckily, Dumbledore will be busy with the ICW during the next Wizengamot." he said as he put the parchment in the bowl and watched it start to soak.

Arthur nodded and the Weasley's started quietly making plans about how to stay low while at school regarding all they learned today. Arthur made sure his youngest knew to never look Dumbledore in the eye, since he was well known to be a Legilimens, and could easily read their minds and be able to know he was found out and the Goblin nation was onto him.

Finally, Sharpaxe took the parchment out of the bowl and put it to the side so Bill could pour his potion into it, which he had added his blood to a few moments before. Sharpaxe also took the Weasley Lordship ring out of the bowl. Arthur stared at it. He thought that thing was destroyed when their family was cast from the Wizengamot and their Family accounts closed.

The door opened and they all turned to see Quickjaw come in. "Quickjaw, what really happened all those years ago to our Family?"

Quickjaw studied him for a moment before responding. "What really happened, Lord Weasley, is that your father borrowed money from the Malfoy family when the accounts suddenly drained dry with no explanation. Myself, Abraxus Malfoy, your father, and Stonethrow came up with a plan to pay them back, one that involved closing the Family accounts until it was paid, as it involved all income from the business investments going straight to the Malfoy family until the debt was paid. Which it was three years ago. You now have three years worth of accumulated wealth back in your Vaults and the account was reopened. However, you never returned to the bank to reclaim them.

It was agreed that the Vault itself would stay open and the Heirlooms would be untouched while the debt was paid off, so all of that is still intact. As for your Family being cast from the Wizengamot for illegal gambling, we have now managed to trace those accusations to Albus Dumbledore, as well as the sudden drain on your family accounts all those years ago."

"But, then Dumbledore really did mess with my fathers memories, my father remembered gambling away all our fortune. He never mentioned anything about borrowing money or a payment plan to the Malfoys. He told me he lost the money gambling and all the accounts were closed out and seized to pay the debt he amassed. Same with the Family Farm."

The office was silent for a moment while Sharpaxe wrote a letter to Amelia Bones, and then held out an empty vial, which Arthur gratefully took and gladly put the memory of that conversation into it after being told it would go straight to Madam Bones.

Quickjaw took Arthur's inheritance test and nodded, nothing surprising or new here, all Arthur inherited was the Weasley Lordship.

He then took Bill's when it was finished and raised an eyebrow. "Curse-breaker Weasley, you have only inherited the Weasley Heir-ship, I am going to assume that the way the Prewett line is set up that your younger brother would have inherited your mothers line?" He asked the Weasley men. Arthur nodded. Yes, the Prewett line was set up so that the second born would be the one to inherit if the first-born already inherited another line.

"Yes, I will message Charlie and ask if he can get some time off so we can come here and get all that settled." He pushed a hand through his hair. "I would go through the accounts right now with you, but I still have to take them school shopping, and this is the only day I could get off work."

Quickjaw nodded, "I will assume by that statement that you still want me in charge of your accounts, then?" He asked carefully. Arthur nodded. Quickjaw nodded too. "Send me a copy of your work schedule and I will schedule an appointment to go over everything in detail. Until then, here are your Family Vault keys back." He said as he handed Arthur a key-ring with 5 keys on it. "I will call somebody to take you down so you may get some money out of the school trust vault for supplies. The Main Vault has recovered enough financially to start supplying that one again."

Arthur nodded before he took the Lord's ring on the Sharpaxe's desk and put it on, grabbing the Heir ring and taking Bill's hand so he could put it on him. "I never thought I would see you wearing this." He said softly.

"It's not your fault dad, it's Dumbledore." Bill said. Arthur smiled at him before giving him a quick hug as a goblin arrived to take them down to the Vault.

He turned to Sharpaxe and bowed slightly. "Thank you for your time and assistance. It was much appreciated."

"Just looking out for my client." Sharpaxe responded, nodding his head in return.

The trip down to the Vault had been silent, both Ron and Ginny were still shocked and trying to process that the reason they were dirt poor was because Dumbledore stole all their money and then modified their Grandfather's memory to make him believe he lost it all gambling.

Ron's eyes had widened when the Vault door opened and he saw all the money inside. Arthur sighed again before taking the money pouches from the goblin, "Do these have security measures on them?" He asked. When the goblin nodded, Arthur handed Ron and Ginny their pouches and handed them some money, explaining the security measures on them and telling them that what they didn't spend for school supplies while they were shopping was theirs to keep. "But, I expect you to spend it wisely. You will not go crazy just because you suddenly have money in your hands, I taught you better than that." He warned. He filled his with slightly more while pocketing the others to give Fred, George, and Percy later. He would give them their allowances then too.

After they got out of the bank, they decided to go ahead and get their books first. That turned out to be a mistake. Even now knowing what really happened, there were just too many years of hatred between him and Lucius Malfoy.

For years, he had thought that the Malfoy's had been the ones to take everything after his father was 'caught' gambling. Now, he knew that the Malfoys taking everything was because they owed the Malfoys a debt after they borrowed money to keep their Family from going completely broke. He suspected that even though the deal was for ALL their investment to go straight to the Malfoys, he had a feeling that their Account Managers had a side-agreement with each other that MOST of the Weasley's investment income would go to the Malfoys. He just couldn't see the vaults recovering enough that the School Trust Vault would be funded again otherwise.

"Hey," he said suddenly. "Ron, can I see your wand?" he asked. He suddenly remembered before today, they couldn't even afford to buy their children proper wands that fit them.

He shook his head when he saw the sorry state his sons wand was in, he touched the Unicorn Hair poking out of it and frowned. Why hadn't McGonagall said something about that? That was very dangerous, Ron could have been severely injured using a wand this damaged. "Alright, we are going to Ollivander's. You two are getting proper wands. Ron, has Professor McGonagall not asked you anything about this?" He asked as he led them to the wand-shop.

Ron shook his head and Arthur sighed again. He found himself hoping that McGonagall too was under potions and charms, and wasn't just neglecting her duties as Head of Gryffindor to see that the students were safe and had the proper equipment. Although, he supposed she was rather busy, being Head of the rowdiest group of students, being Deputy Headmistress, and being the Transfiguration Mistress as well.

He resolved to Floo the Professor later and ask her if she even noticed.