Harry Potter sat on his bed, slowly but surely becoming enraged. It
was July 31, and nothing had come to him by owl, not even the Daily
Prophet. Dumbledore in supreme wisdom 'or arrogance' thought Harry, had
decided to keep news of the wizarding world from him. Harry had lost his
faith in Dumbledore midway through his fifth year, due to Dumbledore's
insistance on keeping him in the dark about everything. 'Dumbledore in for
a big surprise when I get back to Hogwarts!' Harry thought, viciously.
The Dursley's were terrified of Harry, and not just because of the Order's threats. Harry had blasted Dudley halfway across the Dursley living room when dudley had started picking on him. What terrified them more was that it was done wandless, and no owl had been sent by the ministry. He had tried to gain access to the wizarding world, but as soon as he left Privet Drive the Order had appeared and ushered him back to the Dursley's. They had attempted to scold him, which resulted in Harry tossing Fletcher, Moody, and Shacklebolt out the front door and slamming it behind them.
A rapping on his window broke him free of his thought, and he let a barn owl in. In the owls claws was a letter from Hogwarts, carrying the list of books and supplies needed for sixth year. Also in the letter was the sraw that proke the camel's back.
P.S. Harry, your supplies and books have been gotten for you. There is no reason for you to leave, I also have your letters sent to you over the summer with me.
"That son of a BITCH!" Harry roared in anger. He walked over to his trunk and attached a button on top of it. He pressed the button, causing the trunk to shrink and become a muggle keychain. He put the keychain on the chain he kept his Gringotts key on, and placed it back around his neck. He stormed out of the house, only to be intercepted by Tonks, Lupin, and Moody.
"Harry, you must go back." Remus said, his voice calm.
"No." Harry said simply, a cold expression on his face.
'You are going back, boy." Moody said, attempting to grab Harry's shoulder.
Harry ducked the hand, grabbing Moody's wrist and tossing the retired auror into Lupin. "No, I won't." Harry said, standing tall and calm, before turning and walking away. He heard Tonks shout "Stupify!" and turned around. He raised a hand and caught the red beam of light. He formed it into a ball, the red light casting sinister shadows across Harry's face, as he threw it back at Tonks. He continued on, raising his wand in the air before replacing it in his cloak. With a crash, the Knight Bus appeared and Harry climbed aboard and paid. With another crash, two shocked Wizards and a stunned Witch were left alone on the road.
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Harry exited the bus, heading straight for the door to The Leaky Cauldren. He entered, walked through, ignoring the hush that had formed when he entered, and entered the alley to Diagon Alley. Just as he was about to tap the bricks a swirling vortex appeared underneath him, swallowing him and disappearing as if it had never been.
The same vrtex appeared again, only this time sideways, and a glowing figure emerged. The man who came through, floated down and landed, the glowing fading. He had wild black hair, and deep emerald eyes. Muscles twitched along the body, giving the impression that the muscles may look small, but could lift many times what a normal person could. Standing out boldly on the figure's head was a lighting bolt scar, proclaiming him to be Harry Potter. He cracked his neck before tapping the brick with a battered wand, causing the brick to form a door allowing entrance to Diagon Alley.
Harry strode into the alley, gathering many stares, and gettiing a lot of attention. He felt something tug on the baggy jeans he was wearing and crouched down on one knee. A 11 year old, brown haired, brown eyed, girl faced him. "Excuse me, sir. Are you Harry Potter?" The girl asked Harry, shakily.
"Yes, I am. And you are?" Harry asked, smiling gently at the girl.
"I'm Katie Wood," she said, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Any relation to Oliver Wood?"
"He's my older brother, I wanna be a keeper like he was!" She said, cheerfully. This caused a big grin on Harry's face, and he picked the girl up and placed her on his shoulders.
"So, where's your parents?" Harry asked, walking where she pointed.
"They're right over there!"
Harry took the giggling girl of his shoulders and set her on the ground, before grasping Oliver's outstretched hand.
"Hey, Oliver! Lose somethin'?" Harry asked, grinning.
Katie watched the two talk for a bit before they seperated, and called out a question loudly. "Are you going to defeat V-V-Voldemort, Harry"
Harry turned back with a big grin, "Of course! And thank you for saying his name!"
Harry continued onto Gringotts, greeting parents and children alike, leaving less worried people in his wake. Upon entereing he was greeted by a goblin. "Mr. Potter, would you please come with me."
"Sure," Harry said, following the goblin back to the head goblin's office.
"Mr. Potter?" Asked an goblin, who gave off an impression of being middle-aged.
"Yes, sir?"
"My condolences on your loss, however there is the matter of Mr. Black's will." At Harry's shocked face the goblin asked, "Surely, you have recieved our owls, have you not?"
"No, Dumbledore decided to keep mail from me. I am sorry if this caused problems, but I had no say in the matter."
"You mean you do not know of the original will and what Dumbledore had said you wanted?" The goblin, Mr. Munta, his tag said, asked.
"No, I know of neither of these things. Why?" Harry said, carefully keeping his anger in check.
"GRIPHOOK!!!!!!!!" Munta yelled, before turning back to Harry. "Mr. Potter, Dumbledore told us that you had decided to give everything to the Order of the Pheonix. We had sent a confirmation letter, and recieved a letter back confirming it. Would it be possible for you to give us an example of your name in you handwriting?"
Harry's anger was reaching the boiling point, but he fought it down. "Sure," Harry said, signing a scrap of paper with a quill and handing it to Munta. Munta meanwhile had had Griphook retrieve the letter and was staring at the two signatures.
Munta was slowly turning red, a feat for a goblin, and crumpled the confirmation letter. "Mr. Potter, may we keep theis signature on records? Also, would you mind setting up all things concerning you, require a signature?"
Harry was amazed at how Munta controlled his anger, and said," Sure, go ahead. On both things."
"Thank you, Mr. Potter." Munta said, before turning to Griphook. "Griphook, remove all of the things concerning Mr. Black's will form the Order of the Pheonix and place it into Mr. Potter's accounts. Also remove half the gold from Dumbledores accounts and transfer it to the bank as a penalty for what he did."
"Yes, Sir!" Griphook said, a malicous grin on his face, before running out.
"Now, Mr. Potter, may we discuss the will." Munta said, his anger fading.
"Umm..Sure," Harry said, glancing at the foot thick book on Munta's desk.
"Well, Mr. Potter, Mr.Black left everything he had to you. Were it to converted to liquid assets it would be equal to roughly 475 million galleons." Munta said, grinning when Harry Went into a coughing fit. "Now added to your accounts," The book got two feet thicker, " Your account contains roughly 2 billion galleons." Munta nearly burst out laughing as Harry's caughing fit increased 10 fold.
"Wow!" Harry said, once he got his body back under control. A thought struck him upside the head. "Mr. Munta, would you like to enter into an agreement with me?"
"That depends on the agreement, however everything said in this room will stay here."
"What are your relations like with the wizarding world in general?"
"Surely you've heard of how many wars we've had?"
"Right. Well What would you say to becoming equals to Wizards and Witches?"
"And in exchange?"
"Gringotts bank works for me." Harry placed a think notebook on Munta's lap. "I have plans to make the elves, house elves, goblins, wizards and witchses, muggles, and any other intelligent race. I've been working on them for a year, having friends I've made poke as many holes in it as they could, so i could find and weaknesses and fix them. Also in the notebook is a list of laws that will be made under the new economy. I've done everything I can, without drawing in support from others, however I need your support now. Don't answer me now, Mr. Munta, I'll be back in two weeks to speak with you. Read the book before you decide though." Harry said, rising from his seat. He shook Munta's hand and left the office.
Harry withdrew 500 galleons from his vault before attempting to leave the bank. He was directed back to Munta's office where Munta was finishing the notebook. "Mr. Munta?"
"Mr. Potter, you have a deal! Griphook! Fetch the bonding rod!" Munta said, causing Griphook to race out of the room and back in with a silver rod. Munta turned to Harry. "Mr. Potter, this will bond us together. Please grab one end. Now repeat after me."
"I, Harry Potter/Mark Munta, swear to, Mark Munta/Harry Potter, that any oaths I make to him will not be broken, and to never lie to him."
The rod glowed and a silver light struck both in their heads, surroung them in a halo of light. The light died away, showing a much younger Munta. "It is done, we are Bonded. Gringotts is at you service, Harry."
The Dursley's were terrified of Harry, and not just because of the Order's threats. Harry had blasted Dudley halfway across the Dursley living room when dudley had started picking on him. What terrified them more was that it was done wandless, and no owl had been sent by the ministry. He had tried to gain access to the wizarding world, but as soon as he left Privet Drive the Order had appeared and ushered him back to the Dursley's. They had attempted to scold him, which resulted in Harry tossing Fletcher, Moody, and Shacklebolt out the front door and slamming it behind them.
A rapping on his window broke him free of his thought, and he let a barn owl in. In the owls claws was a letter from Hogwarts, carrying the list of books and supplies needed for sixth year. Also in the letter was the sraw that proke the camel's back.
P.S. Harry, your supplies and books have been gotten for you. There is no reason for you to leave, I also have your letters sent to you over the summer with me.
"That son of a BITCH!" Harry roared in anger. He walked over to his trunk and attached a button on top of it. He pressed the button, causing the trunk to shrink and become a muggle keychain. He put the keychain on the chain he kept his Gringotts key on, and placed it back around his neck. He stormed out of the house, only to be intercepted by Tonks, Lupin, and Moody.
"Harry, you must go back." Remus said, his voice calm.
"No." Harry said simply, a cold expression on his face.
'You are going back, boy." Moody said, attempting to grab Harry's shoulder.
Harry ducked the hand, grabbing Moody's wrist and tossing the retired auror into Lupin. "No, I won't." Harry said, standing tall and calm, before turning and walking away. He heard Tonks shout "Stupify!" and turned around. He raised a hand and caught the red beam of light. He formed it into a ball, the red light casting sinister shadows across Harry's face, as he threw it back at Tonks. He continued on, raising his wand in the air before replacing it in his cloak. With a crash, the Knight Bus appeared and Harry climbed aboard and paid. With another crash, two shocked Wizards and a stunned Witch were left alone on the road.
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Harry exited the bus, heading straight for the door to The Leaky Cauldren. He entered, walked through, ignoring the hush that had formed when he entered, and entered the alley to Diagon Alley. Just as he was about to tap the bricks a swirling vortex appeared underneath him, swallowing him and disappearing as if it had never been.
The same vrtex appeared again, only this time sideways, and a glowing figure emerged. The man who came through, floated down and landed, the glowing fading. He had wild black hair, and deep emerald eyes. Muscles twitched along the body, giving the impression that the muscles may look small, but could lift many times what a normal person could. Standing out boldly on the figure's head was a lighting bolt scar, proclaiming him to be Harry Potter. He cracked his neck before tapping the brick with a battered wand, causing the brick to form a door allowing entrance to Diagon Alley.
Harry strode into the alley, gathering many stares, and gettiing a lot of attention. He felt something tug on the baggy jeans he was wearing and crouched down on one knee. A 11 year old, brown haired, brown eyed, girl faced him. "Excuse me, sir. Are you Harry Potter?" The girl asked Harry, shakily.
"Yes, I am. And you are?" Harry asked, smiling gently at the girl.
"I'm Katie Wood," she said, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Any relation to Oliver Wood?"
"He's my older brother, I wanna be a keeper like he was!" She said, cheerfully. This caused a big grin on Harry's face, and he picked the girl up and placed her on his shoulders.
"So, where's your parents?" Harry asked, walking where she pointed.
"They're right over there!"
Harry took the giggling girl of his shoulders and set her on the ground, before grasping Oliver's outstretched hand.
"Hey, Oliver! Lose somethin'?" Harry asked, grinning.
Katie watched the two talk for a bit before they seperated, and called out a question loudly. "Are you going to defeat V-V-Voldemort, Harry"
Harry turned back with a big grin, "Of course! And thank you for saying his name!"
Harry continued onto Gringotts, greeting parents and children alike, leaving less worried people in his wake. Upon entereing he was greeted by a goblin. "Mr. Potter, would you please come with me."
"Sure," Harry said, following the goblin back to the head goblin's office.
"Mr. Potter?" Asked an goblin, who gave off an impression of being middle-aged.
"Yes, sir?"
"My condolences on your loss, however there is the matter of Mr. Black's will." At Harry's shocked face the goblin asked, "Surely, you have recieved our owls, have you not?"
"No, Dumbledore decided to keep mail from me. I am sorry if this caused problems, but I had no say in the matter."
"You mean you do not know of the original will and what Dumbledore had said you wanted?" The goblin, Mr. Munta, his tag said, asked.
"No, I know of neither of these things. Why?" Harry said, carefully keeping his anger in check.
"GRIPHOOK!!!!!!!!" Munta yelled, before turning back to Harry. "Mr. Potter, Dumbledore told us that you had decided to give everything to the Order of the Pheonix. We had sent a confirmation letter, and recieved a letter back confirming it. Would it be possible for you to give us an example of your name in you handwriting?"
Harry's anger was reaching the boiling point, but he fought it down. "Sure," Harry said, signing a scrap of paper with a quill and handing it to Munta. Munta meanwhile had had Griphook retrieve the letter and was staring at the two signatures.
Munta was slowly turning red, a feat for a goblin, and crumpled the confirmation letter. "Mr. Potter, may we keep theis signature on records? Also, would you mind setting up all things concerning you, require a signature?"
Harry was amazed at how Munta controlled his anger, and said," Sure, go ahead. On both things."
"Thank you, Mr. Potter." Munta said, before turning to Griphook. "Griphook, remove all of the things concerning Mr. Black's will form the Order of the Pheonix and place it into Mr. Potter's accounts. Also remove half the gold from Dumbledores accounts and transfer it to the bank as a penalty for what he did."
"Yes, Sir!" Griphook said, a malicous grin on his face, before running out.
"Now, Mr. Potter, may we discuss the will." Munta said, his anger fading.
"Umm..Sure," Harry said, glancing at the foot thick book on Munta's desk.
"Well, Mr. Potter, Mr.Black left everything he had to you. Were it to converted to liquid assets it would be equal to roughly 475 million galleons." Munta said, grinning when Harry Went into a coughing fit. "Now added to your accounts," The book got two feet thicker, " Your account contains roughly 2 billion galleons." Munta nearly burst out laughing as Harry's caughing fit increased 10 fold.
"Wow!" Harry said, once he got his body back under control. A thought struck him upside the head. "Mr. Munta, would you like to enter into an agreement with me?"
"That depends on the agreement, however everything said in this room will stay here."
"What are your relations like with the wizarding world in general?"
"Surely you've heard of how many wars we've had?"
"Right. Well What would you say to becoming equals to Wizards and Witches?"
"And in exchange?"
"Gringotts bank works for me." Harry placed a think notebook on Munta's lap. "I have plans to make the elves, house elves, goblins, wizards and witchses, muggles, and any other intelligent race. I've been working on them for a year, having friends I've made poke as many holes in it as they could, so i could find and weaknesses and fix them. Also in the notebook is a list of laws that will be made under the new economy. I've done everything I can, without drawing in support from others, however I need your support now. Don't answer me now, Mr. Munta, I'll be back in two weeks to speak with you. Read the book before you decide though." Harry said, rising from his seat. He shook Munta's hand and left the office.
Harry withdrew 500 galleons from his vault before attempting to leave the bank. He was directed back to Munta's office where Munta was finishing the notebook. "Mr. Munta?"
"Mr. Potter, you have a deal! Griphook! Fetch the bonding rod!" Munta said, causing Griphook to race out of the room and back in with a silver rod. Munta turned to Harry. "Mr. Potter, this will bond us together. Please grab one end. Now repeat after me."
"I, Harry Potter/Mark Munta, swear to, Mark Munta/Harry Potter, that any oaths I make to him will not be broken, and to never lie to him."
The rod glowed and a silver light struck both in their heads, surroung them in a halo of light. The light died away, showing a much younger Munta. "It is done, we are Bonded. Gringotts is at you service, Harry."