Summary: It's Harry's fifth year and the war between Good and Evil is starting. Voldemort is on the rise and is trying to tip the balance to the side of Evil. Harry discovers new powers not even the Gods could dream about and learns some interesting facts after he is thrown into Azkaban by Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge. What Fudge doesn't know is that he just triggered the series of events that will lead to the greatest battle the history of muggles as well as the history of wizards have ever seen.
Warning: swearing, angst and tragedy.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's note this is my first attempt at fanfiction so don't expect too much and enjoy reading this fic.
Harry potter and the Betrayal of Trust
Their final message
Griphook looked surprised and apprehensive at the same time, he had accidentally slipped confidential information but how was he supposed to know Dumbledore had kept Harry's other possessions a secret.
"Well?" Harry said towering over Griphook and staring intently directly into the goblins eyes while his eyes started heat up and a small red tinge became visible in Harry's eyes.
Griphook found out that he couldn't look into the young wizard's eyes and not tell him.
"The extent of the Potter estate is known by practically every goblin and I assumed Albus Dumbledore" there's that anger again and Harry could feel the fire in his eyes raging "had told you about the rest of your assets besides this vault, he had instructed us not to tell you. He had told us he would do it himself when the time was right." Griphook said in a small voice while turning his eyes away from Harry's, glowing intensely in the dark vault.
Harry was using his occlumency full force to stop himself from blowing something up right then and there and entered a trance. After five minutes Griphook spoke up.
"Mr. Potter, are you alright." He asked as he tried to get his attention.
Harry snapped out of his trance and looked at Griphook, his anger fading as he realized he owed Griphook for revealing him something about his family Dumbledore had kept from him, again.
"Yes Griphook, I'm fine. Thank you." Harry said while standing up.
Harry picked up the piece of parchment from the ground where he had dropped it before using his occlumency and examined it.
Harry James Potter
Vault number 687
Amount Date From
+300.000 Galleons October 1st 1980 Potter family Vault
Harry saw the top lines and his jaw was hanging open when he realized just how much money he had and if Griphook was right, this wasn't all he owned, he quickly skimmed over the page and saw there were many more transactions than he could have possibly made over the last few years, he just went straight to the bottom of the parchment and stared at it in shock.
+122 Galleons, 22 sickles 1st August Nimbus' Broomsticks company
Total amount
637.359 Galleons, 1256 Sickles, 5481 Knuts
"How is it possible the amount in my vault has doubled and why is Nimbus depositing money into my account?" Harry asked Griphook.
"The Potters are known to be very good investors and your parents have invested a vast amount of money in various companies in the entire world plus the interest rates for your account have been generous with the Dark Lord being defeated." Griphook stated.
Harry nodded and took some money from his vault, he was planning to see the manager before he went to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor.
15 minutes after Griphook and Harry had left his vault they arrived the Main Hall and Griphook led Harry through a door guarded by two goblins in red battle robes who nodded at Griphook and led him and Harry pass.
They went up a spiralling staircase and stopped in front of a heavy looking mahogany door with Account Manager carved in it.
Griphook knocked on the door and a muffled 'come in' was the reply. Griphook opened the door for Harry but didn't enter himself, he just closed the door and went downstairs to continue his work.
As soon as Harry entered he was awed by the office, a large ornate desk stood in the centre of the room and the walls were decorated with goblin weaponry, armour and other items Harry couldn't identify. Harry was still staring at the decorations when a voice startled him.
"Ah Mr. Potter, I have been expecting you since yesterday." An old looking goblin said.
"Why were you expecting me?" Harry asked the goblin a little suspicious. The goblin was startled by this "How do you mean Mr. Potter, aren't you here for your parents' will?" He asked.
"My parents will?" Harry asked and the goblin nodded, suddenly something, or rather, someone sprung to his mind. Dumbledore.
"Yes, Mr. Potter, I believe they asked Albus Dumbledore if he would tell you on your fifteenth birthday you were to be given full control over the Potter family estate." The goblin stated.
Harry was torn, on one side he was pissed beyond believe and on the other side he wanted to cry for the loss of his parents and the things kept from him about them. "I swear if I find out that old man has been interfering with my life even more then he is now I am going to have a less then friendly talk with him." Harry cursed under his breath.
The goblin saw a small transparent glass sphere hanging on the wall turn a violent red, an indication of a very powerful energy burst about to occur and saw the anger and sorrow and Harry's face, he was frightened to see such a young wizard with so much power.
"Please Mr. Potter, calm down and take seat, we have matters to discuss. My name is Ragnor by the way." Ragnor said while he steered Harry to a comfy leather chare in front of the desk while he seated himself behind it and adjusting the chair to his height while grumbling something that faintly sounded like Weasley.
"I see your headmaster hasn't informed you of your parents will." Ragnor stated. Harry shook his head not trusting his voice for the moment. He began to use his occlumency skills to calm himself, Ragnor noticed what he was doing and gave him a few minutes to recompose him self.
Finally Harry spoke up "Ok, so what is this about my parents' will?" He said in a normal voice.
"Your parents wrote their will shortly after you were born in case they wouldn't make it out of the war, they gave instructions to give you full control over their assets the day you turned fifteen, now most wizards have to wait until they are seventeen but we goblins don't abide by the rules of the ministry and a parent can give their child control whenever they wish here." Ragnor explained. "Shall we proceed to reading your parents will?"
Harry felt a weight settle in the pit of his stomach and nodded again not trusting his voice.
Ragnor opened a drawer on his left and placed a black wooden box with a crest of a lion, a grim and a wolf trotting next to each other on a path flanked by beautiful flowers, lilies, Harry would realize later.
"What is the crest in the front" Harry asked. "The Potter family crest, it is changed every time to the next member who is head of the family, this is James Potter's crest." Ragnor said.
Harry just stared at it for some time, again losing control of his emotions until Ragnor brought his attention back with a slight cough.
"Are you ready Mr. Potter?" Ragnor asked.
"Yes, and please, call me Harry." Harry croaked.
Ragnor nodded and felt respect for this wizard "He may not know he is as rich as the sea is deep but he does know he is famous all over Britain and some parts of Europe, and still he stays modest unlike Malfoy." Ragnor mentally spat the name and opened the box on his desk.
A female voice that Harry faintly recognized emerged from it.
Dear Harry
In case you don't recognise my voice this is your mother speaking.
If you hear this, I'm sorry Harry, but we didn't make it out of the war.
We hope your godfather Sirius has raised you and if he couldn't raise you we hope Albus Dumbledore has placed you in a loving family who cares about you.
Here the voice changed to a male voice.
Harry, this is your father speaking.
Harry, when you hear this you will have a great responsibility to look after the Potter family estate.
Our family is an old and noble family going back to Godric Gryffndor's line, we have lived in prosperity for many years and our numbers were great but the war has made an end to that, if you hear this it will probably mean you are the last Potter, we had some family who had fled to France but we haven't heard from them in a while and fear that Voldemort got them, yes Harry, I am not afraid to say his name, and neither should you.
Enough of this now and on with the will,
The voice said and Harry could hear his dad was almost in tears but he continued.
My family had a grand mansion on the English country side but it was destroyed in the war, we also have a castle in the south of France, an island in the Caribbean and Godric's Hollow were we live now.
You also get everything in the Potter family vault number 72 in case you have spend everything in the account your mother and I set up for you on racing brooms or something.
Harry could almost see his father laughing at this, hoping his son would be like the marauders
The voice changed again to his mother's
Harry, we hope you have a good and very long life, don't blame yourself for our deaths, I don't know if Albus has told you about the prophecy, we know he's a bit weird sometimes but everything he does is with the best intentions, let him help you if you need it
Say hello to everyone from the afterlife from us
Here his dad spoke up again
We hope we don't have to see you here for a very, very long time until you are old and grey
Here they spoke together
Goodbye Harry, we love with all of our hearts.
The lid closed itself and the voices disappeared.
Harry was crying openly by now and Ragnor ordered silently for some refreshments.
A minute later a tray appeared on Ragnor's desk with a steaming kettle on it and two cups.
Ragnor filled one cup with a red fluid and handed it two Harry who was staring at the floor in front of him with a vacant expression while tears streamed down his cheeks.
Ragnor coughed slightly, startling Harry.
Harry took the cup absently and looked at it questioningly. "It's something we drink when we are very emotional to calm ourselves" Ragnor said. Harry shrugged and downed its contents in one swig.
Harry immediately felt himself relax and looked Ragnor, "Was that everything we had to discuss, if it was then I would like to go and see my family vault." Harry said.
"I'm afraid it is not Harry, there is the matter of Sirius Black's estate, when a man is sentenced to live in Azkaban his assets are handed over to the people in their will, I know Mr. Black has accounts under other names, he has used one of them almost two years ago I believe. The ministry of magic asked us to do it like this when it happens but they do not know about the other accounts, frankly we don't care if a man is convicted, some are innocent as Mr. Black is." Harry's jaw dropped to the floor "now, now Harry, don't look so surprised. We know every person who is a Death Eater the moment they set foot in this bank, of course this information is confidential, and if the ministry knew of this they would demand we break our oaths and we can't do that. I am sorry for this or else we would have helped him, your family was well respected within our community." Ragnor explained.
"Now what would you like to do with the Black estate?" He asked very seriously.
"I would like everything to be placed in a separate account under the name Snuffles but please keep this a secret." Harry said.
Ragnor had an inscrutable expression but nodded. "Would you like to see to this yourself?" Ragnor asked.
"I give you complete control over this Ragnor, I have no experience whatsoever in these matters." Harry said.
Ragnor was surprised that a wizard would trust a goblin with such a vast amount of money, most Wizards don't trust them with these kind of matters at all.
"Very well Mr. Potter, it will be taken care of, it should be done by two this afternoon, would you like to come and see for yourself then?" Ragnor asked.
Harry nodded. "Very well then, I will see you then Mr. Potter, Griphook and I will be waiting for you here, just come right up to my office." Ragnor said with a large grin and led Harry towards the Main hall.
Once outside he realised he didn't have a watch asked on of the goblin guards what time it was who informed him it was eleven thirty.
Harry thought he had enough time to buy a watch before meeting Hermione at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor.
Author notes: My Yahoo group is still open for everybody who wants to join and discuss my fics or anything else related to HP. The address is http/groups. New chapters will always be posted there first.
Special thanks to Ekstasis for doing a wonderful job on betaing this chapter.
Review responses:
Athenakitty: that will be explained in the next chapter, and the rest you will have to wait until it's revealed in the story.
Heather: No I don't think there will be some Dumbledore bashing, if you want to see some of that I'm still trying to get my other story posted as soon as possible and for the death eaters I think it will be in the next chapter.
maya100: Sirius is still hiding for the moment but he will be making an appearance very soon, somewhere in the next three chapters.
japanese-jew: before you charge of blatantly stealing anything from Rosswrock I would like to tell you I ASKED him if I could borrow some of his ideas, it just shows I admire the writer for his ideas. By the way, Hedwig the phoenix is also Rosswrock's idea.
Shadowed Rains: well yes, I plan to change that. about the floo, it was accidental but it gave me an idea, thanks for improving my story some more.
blubb-blubb: I couldn't agree with you more and bee sure this isn't a Dumbledore bashing fic, I intend to forgive him eventually, but don't count on it one hundred percent, I could still change my should I feel it's the right thing to do.
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