Harry strode calmly down Diagon Alley heading for Knockturn, and once
more met, and reassured, people on his way. He made a stop at Flourish and
Blotts, purchasing several large tomes on spells, potions, and various
other things concerning magic. Once he entered Knockturn Alley, the smile
diappeared from his face as he walked to one of the many Apothicaries.
"Excuse me?" Harry said, tapping the shoulder of an old man taking inventory.
"Yeah? Whatta' ya want?" The old man answered.
"I need the things on the list. I'd also like to speak with you about purchasing your shop, to work for me." Harry said, handing over a peice of parchment.
"And why would The-boy-who-lived want to buy a dark arts shop? eh, boy?" The man asked, collecting several various potion ingrediants from shelves.
"Because, I plan to make them legal. Old man!" Harry growled out. "Now, yes or no!?"
"Fine, fine," The old man mumbled. "2,000 galleons for it, providing you begin paying me as an employee! Do you have your key?"
"Deal!" Harry said, whipping his key out and inserting it in to wizarding equivalent to a MAC machine. He signed his name, and stepped back for the man to do the same. Once the man was done he put the key back around his neck and paid for the potion supplies. He turned and walked out, leaving the old man speculating what was happening.
Harry walked a dozen feet further, before entering a dark arts bookstore. Once there, he started grabbing illegal books pertaining to the same things as he had bought in F and B, before repeating the same thing he had done in the apothicary. He continued this all the way through Knockturn Alley, and back up the other side, having his items shrunk at each store. Finally, he returned to Diagon Alley and began the same process, only this time he didn't buy anything but the businesses. Harry acted at each store as if he was only buying that store, swearing the owner to secretcy until Harry gave them the word to tell. Harry grinned widely at Tom when he completed his last sale by buying The Leaky Cauldren. Finally he turned back, his money bag containing on 50 galleons, and headed back into Gringotts.
"Excuse me? Who do I talk to about aquiring land?" Harry asked one teller, who fell off his chair when he realized that his boss was asking him a question.
"S-Second door on the left, Mr. Potter!" The goblin said, pointing a finger down a hallway to his right.
"Thank you," Harry said, before turning down the hall and entering a door labeled 'Aquisitions'.
"May I help you, Mr. Potter?" Smith asked, rising from the goblin sized seat.
"Yes, I'd like to purchase every scrap of land surounding Hogwarts, as well as Hogwarts itself, for at least 20 mile surrounding it." Harry said, sitting in the chair in front of the desk and speaking in a no nonsense tone. " I would also like this done on a 20 million galleon budget, if it's indeed possible then what remains of the budget will go directly to the bank as a thank you." Harry said, knowing full well that the goblins that make the purchases for him would do their absolute best to get the lowest price to get the extra galleons for themselves.
Smith looked gobsmacked for a moment, before an almost evil grin spread across his features. "Yes sir! I'll have a group on it post haste!" Smith said, thinking of the reward he'd get for getting such a large sum of galleons from one of his deals. "Is there anything else, Sir?"
"Yes. If you check the records you will see I bought out every store in Diagon and Knockturn Alley. I would like the same done for Hogsmeade, but I also don't want my name to be thrown around as the buyer. I was wondering if you could aquire them in my name, without actually giving me away as the aquirerer?"
"Why, yes, we can!" Mr. Smith practically chirped. "I don't suppose there is anything else?"
"Onle one more thing. Once you have done all this consult Mr. Munta for the next thing I want done, as well as a 1 million galleon donation to you personally and a 5 million galleon donation to the bank." Harry said, grinning as Smith fell of his chair at the donation to him personally and the reward he'd get for getting a 5 mill donation to the bank. Smith's eyes practically screamed to Harry that the goblin would do anything for Harry that he could possibly do.
"YES SIR!!" Smith screamed, bolting out of the office to get right on Harry's business. Harry was still chuckling at the goblin's fast departure as he walked out of Gringotts. His laughter was cut short as an old, wrinkled hand came down on his shoulder, turning him around.
"Dumbledore!" Harry spat in disgust, wrenching his shoulder away.
"What did you do!" Dumbledore practically yelled, no trace a twinkle ever existed in his eyes. "Not only do I find everyone but the Weasley's kicked out of Grimmauld Manor, myself included, but half the money I have gone! Not to mention that the Order lost a 500 million Galleons it had gotten!"
"I visited the bank! I found out they had sent me Sirius' will! I found out an old man had not only went against the will but he'd forged my signature to get the everything Sirius left to me! I conversed with the Head Goblin, a nice goblin to talk with, and fixed the error! The bank took half the old man's money away as a penalty for stealing and fraud! I learned just how much my family had!" Harry nearly roared out, as various scraps of paper and debris began blowing away from the two.
"You arrogant little child! I am charged with your safety and your custody conderning things in the wizarding world! Therefore what I say concerning you goes! Now you're going back to your house, and you're going to stay there!" Dumbledore hollared, trying to catch Harry's shoulder.
"Not a chance in hell, old man!" Harry yelled back, dodging Dumbledore's hand and touching two fingers to his head. "Bye, now!" Harry said, using instant transmission to teleport away.
Harry stumbled as he landed in his room at The Leaky Cauldren, before regaining his ballance and threw a punch into a pillow. Feathers flew every where as Harry's punch went straight through it.
"Excuse me?" Harry said, tapping the shoulder of an old man taking inventory.
"Yeah? Whatta' ya want?" The old man answered.
"I need the things on the list. I'd also like to speak with you about purchasing your shop, to work for me." Harry said, handing over a peice of parchment.
"And why would The-boy-who-lived want to buy a dark arts shop? eh, boy?" The man asked, collecting several various potion ingrediants from shelves.
"Because, I plan to make them legal. Old man!" Harry growled out. "Now, yes or no!?"
"Fine, fine," The old man mumbled. "2,000 galleons for it, providing you begin paying me as an employee! Do you have your key?"
"Deal!" Harry said, whipping his key out and inserting it in to wizarding equivalent to a MAC machine. He signed his name, and stepped back for the man to do the same. Once the man was done he put the key back around his neck and paid for the potion supplies. He turned and walked out, leaving the old man speculating what was happening.
Harry walked a dozen feet further, before entering a dark arts bookstore. Once there, he started grabbing illegal books pertaining to the same things as he had bought in F and B, before repeating the same thing he had done in the apothicary. He continued this all the way through Knockturn Alley, and back up the other side, having his items shrunk at each store. Finally, he returned to Diagon Alley and began the same process, only this time he didn't buy anything but the businesses. Harry acted at each store as if he was only buying that store, swearing the owner to secretcy until Harry gave them the word to tell. Harry grinned widely at Tom when he completed his last sale by buying The Leaky Cauldren. Finally he turned back, his money bag containing on 50 galleons, and headed back into Gringotts.
"Excuse me? Who do I talk to about aquiring land?" Harry asked one teller, who fell off his chair when he realized that his boss was asking him a question.
"S-Second door on the left, Mr. Potter!" The goblin said, pointing a finger down a hallway to his right.
"Thank you," Harry said, before turning down the hall and entering a door labeled 'Aquisitions'.
"May I help you, Mr. Potter?" Smith asked, rising from the goblin sized seat.
"Yes, I'd like to purchase every scrap of land surounding Hogwarts, as well as Hogwarts itself, for at least 20 mile surrounding it." Harry said, sitting in the chair in front of the desk and speaking in a no nonsense tone. " I would also like this done on a 20 million galleon budget, if it's indeed possible then what remains of the budget will go directly to the bank as a thank you." Harry said, knowing full well that the goblins that make the purchases for him would do their absolute best to get the lowest price to get the extra galleons for themselves.
Smith looked gobsmacked for a moment, before an almost evil grin spread across his features. "Yes sir! I'll have a group on it post haste!" Smith said, thinking of the reward he'd get for getting such a large sum of galleons from one of his deals. "Is there anything else, Sir?"
"Yes. If you check the records you will see I bought out every store in Diagon and Knockturn Alley. I would like the same done for Hogsmeade, but I also don't want my name to be thrown around as the buyer. I was wondering if you could aquire them in my name, without actually giving me away as the aquirerer?"
"Why, yes, we can!" Mr. Smith practically chirped. "I don't suppose there is anything else?"
"Onle one more thing. Once you have done all this consult Mr. Munta for the next thing I want done, as well as a 1 million galleon donation to you personally and a 5 million galleon donation to the bank." Harry said, grinning as Smith fell of his chair at the donation to him personally and the reward he'd get for getting a 5 mill donation to the bank. Smith's eyes practically screamed to Harry that the goblin would do anything for Harry that he could possibly do.
"YES SIR!!" Smith screamed, bolting out of the office to get right on Harry's business. Harry was still chuckling at the goblin's fast departure as he walked out of Gringotts. His laughter was cut short as an old, wrinkled hand came down on his shoulder, turning him around.
"Dumbledore!" Harry spat in disgust, wrenching his shoulder away.
"What did you do!" Dumbledore practically yelled, no trace a twinkle ever existed in his eyes. "Not only do I find everyone but the Weasley's kicked out of Grimmauld Manor, myself included, but half the money I have gone! Not to mention that the Order lost a 500 million Galleons it had gotten!"
"I visited the bank! I found out they had sent me Sirius' will! I found out an old man had not only went against the will but he'd forged my signature to get the everything Sirius left to me! I conversed with the Head Goblin, a nice goblin to talk with, and fixed the error! The bank took half the old man's money away as a penalty for stealing and fraud! I learned just how much my family had!" Harry nearly roared out, as various scraps of paper and debris began blowing away from the two.
"You arrogant little child! I am charged with your safety and your custody conderning things in the wizarding world! Therefore what I say concerning you goes! Now you're going back to your house, and you're going to stay there!" Dumbledore hollared, trying to catch Harry's shoulder.
"Not a chance in hell, old man!" Harry yelled back, dodging Dumbledore's hand and touching two fingers to his head. "Bye, now!" Harry said, using instant transmission to teleport away.
Harry stumbled as he landed in his room at The Leaky Cauldren, before regaining his ballance and threw a punch into a pillow. Feathers flew every where as Harry's punch went straight through it.