Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling created an entire universe. I decided to put on my space suit and go tweaking a few things in this universe of hers.
(Chapter 3)
The minute Harry landed back in his room, he let go of the Portkey, and turned harshly at Moody. "I'm safe back here, now you can leave."
Moody stared at him in a queer way, "Look kid. I know you probably don't want to be back here, especially so soon after a Death Eater attack. But you're safe here."
Harry met his two eyes, magical and normal, with a stare of his own. "From who?"
"Well, You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters for one."
Harry barked a harsh laugh. "Please Moody, I've heard people call you the greatest Auror of the age, so why don't you start using those observational skills that comes with the title?
Am I really safe from the Death Eaters? They just attacked mere hours ago. Am I really safe from Voldermort when I have this bloody scar on my head? Am I really safe from the pain that comes with Sirius' death? Am I really safe from the loneliness in this house? Am I really safe from the bloody prophecy?"
"So you heard the prophecy?"
"He," Harry practically spat that word out, "told me just after Sirius died."
"Well, he sure didn't tell the Order."
"Not that the prophecy matters anymore."
Moody actually seemed shocked. "Anyone knows that prophecy holds the secret to defeating Voldermort. How could that not matter?"
Harry debated telling Moody Voldermort was gone. 'Nah, let them flounder around a bit. When that Bumblebee gets around to telling his club of roasted turkeys then I'll step in and tell them that Bumblebee knew all along. After all, he has that slimy Snape as his spy."
"Just go." Without another word, Moody spun and disappeared.
Harry didn't waste time resting. He needed to get out of Privet Drive, and fast. There was no doubt in his mind that the Dursleys, or Vernon, was downstairs building up steam for his rant. He sat down at the chair in front of his desk, and grabbed a parchment, dipping his quill into his ink bottle.
Plans to get out of Privet Drive and Dumbledore's Club of Roasted Turkeys
Find out when is Mundungus' shift. Escape during that time would more likely go unnoticed.
Harry paused to think. Then where? A thought struck him like lightning. Long have he heard that the Potters were an old pureblooded family dating back to the Founders' time. Much of that information had actually spewed out of Hermione's mouth.
Surely he would have inherited some property, like Sirius had Grimmauld Place. Before his mind could grab on to the fact Sirius was dead, he started scribbling again.
Cover self with Invisibility Cloak, take only the barest possessions. Summon Knight Bus to the Leaky Cauldron.
Go to Gringotts and find out if I have any property
Or else …
He continued scribbling for a while before he set down his quill and took up the parchment, flapping it dry. Yes, taking another look at his plan, it would most definitely work.
He tore it up, having committed it into his memory. It would not do for anyone to find it. Harry stood up and collapsed into his bed, as night had already fallen. It had been a long day. First, he had a new power, then he 'dreamt' of someone he had never met, including a whole group of other people whose features were blurred. Death Eaters attacked, he found out Voldermort was defeated and a whole other bunch of things.
He fell asleep and for once, Voldermort, Sirius, Cedric, and his parents did not haunt him in his dreams. What he dreamt was a girl he had never met … or so he thought.
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Currently, said girl needed help.
Much as she hated to admit it, Dark needed a second-in-command who actually had brains. And that meant a goddess, possibly one of the other Exalted. And the first person who she thought of might or might not agree, depending on her mood. Looking up at the full moon night, she thought she might be in a good mood.
Taking a deep breath she jumped, and the next moment, she was at the Moon Palace of the Night.
The Palace had walls of white, sparkling marble, all reflecting bright light. Dark squinted. TOO MUCH LIGHT! She felt like screaming. Instead, she conjured a pair of dark sunglasses which were so dark you would have been blind. But then she had night vision.
She walked the halls she had walked for many times previously. A Palace did not seem complete without guards, and none of them stopped her. If anyone of them did, they would find themselves in deep trouble.
She pushed open the door to a long hallway and continued down until she met another door. Pushing it open, she was met with a luxurious bedroom that would make six start hotels look like a rat's nest.
Moon, predictably, was at her dressing table, brushing her solid black hair. She raised her eyes to look into her best friend's brown eyes, and commented. "I always wondered why you didn't want to dye your hair black. It would suit you so much better."
Dark sauntered over, and collapsed into Moon's overly large bed. There was silence for a while, then, "I saw him."
Moon actually paused in her brushing, and then continued on, "How was he?"
Silence once more, then, "I don't know." she replied, her eyes burning into the ceiling above, her glasses still present.
Moon turned around, staring at Dark incredulously. "How can you possibly don't know? Did you even try to find out everything about him?"
"I did. His name is Harry Potter, which kind of suits him, and his parents died when he was one. He lives with his uncle, aunt and cousin. And the world he's at is one of the magical ones, which means he studies at a magical school for the school year."
"Well, is he happy?" Moon wanted to know about the 'brother' she had. While she wasn't in the direct line, as in a child of Father Heaven and Mother Nature, she doted on Light. After all, he gave her light to pretty herself up. Since he left, the light had not shone as brightly as before, showing her unhappiness.
"From what I gathered, miserable. His 'family' never showed him concern and love. In the magical world, he's a celebrity, defeater of the Dark Lord." She then proceeded to tell Moon a brief summary of Harry's life. "So I sent that Dark Lord to Death's place and told him to play with him while I think of ways to make Light suffer betrayal."
"Man, Light sure leads a complex life even as a mortal … Well, he kind of has to blame himself for choosing to be a subject of Prophecy."
"The problem is, I don't even know what the prophecy says, and I also can't find out to what extent Light's block spreads to since he knows when I reach out to him."
"His powers are activating you say? That's strange. And just when you happen to go there … So, you came to find me just because you felt a need to tell me all these?"
Dark sat up, "Actually, I needed a second-in-command with a brain, and well, Father Heaven did say I could get all the Exalted to help if needed."
"Well, it does get a little boring with nothing to do, and recently the attacks from the lower gods have stilled …"
Dark actually reached out to shake Moon, hands gripping her shoulders. "The attacks have stopped? How can that be? Last I heard they were going to launch an army at the walls of the (1) Court."
Moon shrugged. "Beats me, it just happened."
Dark's expression grew calculative. The lower gods had always been jealous of the Exalted. Even those who actually ruled over something, like Memory. After Light left, they started to grow bolder, sending assassins to attempt to hurt the Exalted. A few ambitious ones even plotted to harm Father Heaven and Mother Nature. Most of the Exalted never let this affect them. They all knew a simple wave of their hand could case an army made of their strongest to fall. The Exalted were that strong. But then, many of the lower gods were branching out, and starting to have their own families. This started a few hundred centuries ago, and they had even ventured to the worlds and had relationships with the mortals.
This created demigods. They weren't immortal, but they could live for a very long time. The lower gods infected their offspring with jealously, and while the Exalted were strong, their numbers had grew overwhelming in recent times. Recent as in the last few centuries.
And these demigods had a lot more creativity than their more powerful parents. They worked on the sly instead of attacking outright. Poison slipped into food, daggers flying round corners, the possibilities were endless. However, they were not the Exalted for nothing. They never let their guard down nowadays, aware an attack could come at any point of time. Guards weren't trusted either. They mostly served out of fear, but there were still a few who were loyal.
The Exalted also helped their own. While to the minds of the lower gods the Exalted almost never cooperated with each other, they did. After all, they were one big family. The only lower gods who never helped the others in their jealously quest were the Emotions. Because of this, the 26 Exalted gods grouped together and named them the main gods, together with themselves.
The lower gods weren't that closely related to Father Heaven, Mother Nature and the Exalted. Between the two groups, there was a group of gods called the Mymors. They were also children of Father Heaven and Mother, only they had not been included into the Exalted. Some of the children of the Exalted were part of the Mymors. Rain and Cloud were both part of the Exalted, with their parents, and these children resented the fact they got in while they weren't. Jealously consumed these people, and not one god tried to stop her from doing so. This was because Prophecy had spewed words out of her pale-lipped mouth, stating they weren't supposed to interfere.
The Mymors did not die, as they were immortals, but the disintegrated into shadows. Dark was appointed keeper of the Mymors, making sure the shadows would never be able to solidify into humans. The shadows were so huge that they could cover the all the worlds in the entire universe. Dark kept to her job, making sure the Mymors would never return. While if they did it would not be too much of a problem to return them to their shadowy form once more, it was something no one wanted to be bothered with.
Also, the Mymors lacked energy to return. They would remain in that state for all eternity.
"DARK!" Dark snapped out of her thoughts. "So," Dark said like she hadn't started thinking of the Mymors and lower gods, "are you coming with me to be my second-in-command?"
Moon just shrugged, "I'm bored. Guess that means I'm in." Moon got up once more and walked over to her dressing table, taking up her brush from where she had slammed it down and walked over to the bed when she heard Light's fourth year at that school. She sat down and started brushing again. At that exact moment, an arrow shot through the wide window, aimed straight for Moon. Her expression did not change at all as she threw the brush she held in her right hand at the arrow. The two objects exploded, yet the two Exalted acted like nothing happened.
Moon proceeded to a wardrobe probably as big as the White House, and her eyes landing on an outfit she liked, she gestured and the outfit was on her. She then turned and the two Exalted left the room, heading for Earth.
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The minute he knew Mundungus was on guard duty, Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak. He crept silently down the stairs in the dead of the night and climbed out the window in the dining room. Thankfully, Mundungus' patrol around the house hadn't reached that portion and throwing the Invisibility Cloak on, Harry hurried down to the playground. Checking to make sure no one was around, he removed his cloak and whipped out his wand, almost hesitantly, held it out.
BANG! The purple triple-decker bus appeared and the door opened to reveal Stan Shunpike. "'Elcum to 'e 'Night Bus …" Harry shoved eleven Sickles into his hand and murmured "The Leaky Cauldron, London." Then headed to the back of the bus past people sending him distrustful looks. Thankfully, none of them recognized the BWL considering he had a growth spurt, and his bangs were hiding his scar. Harry collapsed into a chair, and kept his head down, trying to stop himself form puking.
The trip took quite some time, about 45 minutes, as the bus made many stops to let people alight and board. As the bus entered London, Harry sighed in relief that the trip was about to end. But to his absolute horror, the bus stopped at a Muggle area that didn't look one bit wizarding … because the only wizarding house around was out of sight. The bus stopped in front of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry couldn't believe his luck. Of all the times the Weasleys and Hermione could go to Diagon Alley they chose today … which was suspicious. Harry narrowed his eyes as he watcher Mrs Weasley, Percy (he had to double-check), Ron, Hermione and Ginny chose seats at the front.
Why are they visiting Diagon Alley today of all days? Ron and the others couldn't possibly have received their letters already. Unless they aren't going to Diagon Alley …
Harry snapped out of his thoughts to hear Stan shouting 'The Leaky Cauldron' in his horrible accent, and Harry hastily got off. Walking directly in front of him was the group. Quickly transforming his Invisibility Cloak into a normal black hooded cloak, a feature he discovered once in Hogsmeade only never exploited, he tailed the group. Mrs Weasley tapped the bricks to Diagon Alley, and Harry followed them. They didn't seem to find anything unusual about the cloaked figure following them.
Out of the corner of his eye under his hood, Harry could see the Aurors patrolling Diagon Alley, all keeping an eye out for mysterious figures that might be Death Eaters. Funnily, none of them thought of him dressed in a black cloak as unusual. Seems like people don't want others to recognize them nowadays in public, as Harry noted quite a few others dressed similarly.
Harry followed the group up the white marble steps into Gringotts, and Harry almost snorted when he saw Ron look and read the inscription upon its doors. Harry could almost feel the enchantment on those words. Percy took charge and headed directly to the goblin teller at the counter. "We are here to withdraw money from Harry Potter's vault." he said pompously as Mrs Weasley and the trio came up to stand behind him.
Harry had to stop himself from saying 'WHAT!' as loudly as he could. When had he allowed the Weasleys to withdraw anything from his vault? While he didn't actually mind, it was the invasion of privacy. The goblin teller looked up at Percy. "I am afraid I cannot allow you to touch Mr Potter's finances."
Mrs Weasley took over the situation. The look she gave the goblin was one Harry would have seen on Draco Malfoy's face when he was facing an house elf. "We have always been allowed access into Harry Potter's vault, why can't we now?"
"While it was previously possible due to Mr Dumbledore's permission, in his capacity as Mr Potter's magical guardian," he sniffed here, as if he wasn't glad, "It is not currently as Mr Potter has no more need for a magical guardian."
"What! He is still underage –" the Weasley banshee shrieked, but the goblin cut her off. "It is not my problem whether he is underage or not. The bank's policies states that you cannot enter, and that means you cannot enter." Here, the goblin actually smiled nastily, "NEXT!"
"Wait, we want to enter our own vault as well," Ron actually said in a very good imitation of Percy. The goblin teller looked at them as if they were beneath him and said, "Goldrag, take them to their vault. NEXT!"
Harry approached the goblin, his anger simmering just below the surface. "Would you like to tell me," he said in a barely controlled voice, gritting his teeth together, "what was going on just now?"
"I do not believe that had anything to do with you." the goblin said nastily. Harry took out his key and all but slammed it on the counter. One look at the key told the goblin all he had to know. "LONGTAIL!" the goblin positively shouted. A goblin that looked almost exactly like the first appeared. "Man the counter." and then he left, expecting Harry to follow him, which he did.
He led Harry down long hallways, and stopped in front an office with the words 'GIMHORN, HEAD GOBLIN TELLER' The goblin went in and hoisted himself onto the chair behind the desk, motioning for Harry to sit in the other in front of him.
The goblin studied the BWL, who most definitely looked a lot different from his last public picture, which had been taken during the Triwizard Tournament. Harry kept quiet, refusing to let the goblin think he held all the cards to this meeting.
"I most certainly wasn't expecting you any time soon Mr Potter."
Silence.
"Really?"
"You ask about the incident earlier in the lobby."
"I do, especially about … the magical guardian?"
"Mr Albus Dumbledore, your headmaster is your self-appointed guardian."
"And when was this decision made?"
"When the magical guardian the late Mr and Mrs Potter named was sent to Azkaban. I am referring of course, to the late Sirius Black."
"Was it … legal?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Him naming himself as my magical guardian. Did he do so legally or did he get to be because of his political position?"
"Most people would say that it was done so legally. But here as Gringotts, we know that it was actually a favour done by the previous Minister."
"Fudge's predecessor huh?"
From the start of the conversation, Harry had remained calm, and the entire meeting had seemed like the bored conversation between two business partners. But inside, Harry was about to erupt. The things Dumbledore did behind his back … the strings he pulled, Harry was about to erupt like a volcano.
His mind flashed to the year 1816, known to some as the 'Year Without Summer', 'Poverty Year', and 'Eighteen hundred and froze to death'. In that year severe summer climate abnormalities affected the world's crops, and caused deaths. It was the final blow and primary motivation for the rapid settlement for what it now called the American Midwest. In Hungary, people experienced brown snow, and in Italy, red snow fell throughout the year. Europe was still recovering from the Napoleonic War, and suffered severe food shortages. Food riots broke out in Britain and France; grain warehouses were looted. The violence was worst in landlocked Switzerland, where famine caused the government to declare a national emergency.
Huge storms, abnormal rainfall and flooding (of the major rivers) happened throughout Europe. The European fatality totaled to est. 200, 000 deaths. And all these happened because of the eruption of Mt Tambora on the island of Sumbawa in the Dutch East Indies, which is current-day Indonesia. The volcanic eruption ejected a million and a half metric tons of dust into the upper atmosphere. Temperatures fell worldwide due to less sunlight passing through the atmosphere.
(A/N: this part is pure fiction.) In the end, it took the efforts of all the Exalted to stabilize the condition. Every major event that happened in one world, the same thing would usually happen in a few others either in the same dimension or on the same plane. Similarly, the explosion was mirrored in other worlds, though what happened in this world was much more severe. Even though the gods above hardly felt the change, they all felt, except for a few such as Dark, War and Death, that they had a responsibility to help those they ruled over … even if they did not know it. The wizards thought their pathetic attempts of magic helped solve this, but it was the gods above who had made a difference. Fire's ego suffered a lot during then, seeing as it was always so cold, and he s-…
"MR POTTER!" Harry jumped, not having noticed he had slipped into a trance. He shook his head, I have absolutely no idea where all that information came from, and I don't want to know … Dark, War, Death, Fire, Exalted … who or what are all these people? Gods? Do they really exist? Why do I keep thinking about them? Are the gods getting involved in the wizards' war?
Harry sighed and raised his hands to his temple, rubbing little circles. All these 'god' talk was getting to him. "Sorry, I was just thinking, back to the Weasleys, from what I could gather, they have been taking money from my vault for the past few years as per Dumbledore's permission."
"Yes," Gimhorn frowned, which wasn't really that noticeable given that he looked like he was frowning half the time anyway. "we goblins hate those who get money that should not be allowed to them. And it was not just the Weasleys' taking the money. Albus Dumbledore has also been transferring money from your vault to a few others. Fortunately, Dumbledore is only allowed access to the vault set aside for your school uses. You are not allowed into any of the other vaults until you turn 16. In fact, it should have been by 17, but your father managed to persuade your mother to lower it by one year."
"Your parents have invested wisely, as have your grandparents. While you have been restricted access, the accounts have not been frozen."
"Until I'm 16? Then do I own any property? And can I actually move in?"
"Regarding the properties … well, I have to apologize Mr Potter, but Gringotts has made certain decisions without running them by your late parents or you. When Mr Dumbledore noticed these decisions, we passed them off as the wishes of the late Mr and Mrs Potter."
Harry narrowed his eyes. He did not particularly like anyone messing in his business. Dumbledore was one, and he was going to get his revenge on him soon … somehow. "What decisions?"
"Well, Mr Dumbledore wanted the goblins to transfer certain properties and vaults to the Dumbledore name. Between you and me, and this is confidential information, the Dumbledore vault is severely lacking in finances. I believe Mr Dumbledore has sold certain priceless magical artifacts in a bid to raise funds. I have no idea what he uses this money for but Gringotts has gotten curious, and despite our best efforts to track down where the money ends up, we have not gotten any efforts. Our best guess is that is has gone into the dealings at black markets."
Dumbledore? The leader of the Light? Somehow that doesn't seem right … yes , leader of the Order is more like it. Him messing in black markets, little hard to believe but then I wouldn't have believed he was messing in my finances in the past.
"I heard Dumbledore had an elder brother. Shouldn't … Aberforth Dumbledore, if I didn't guess wrong that's his name, shouldn't he do something about the Dumbledore finances as well?"
"Aberforth Dumbledore does not care in the least about the finances. He only cares for his bar, the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade."
"…"
"Regarding the decisions Gringotts made on my behalf, I am more than willing to let it slide. If you would just draft up a document regarding the decisions Gringotts made and let me sign it, stating that all decisions have been seconded by Harry James Evans Potter.".
The goblin gave him a weird look.
The BWL actually smiled. "Just because Dumbledore doesn't do things legally doesn't mean I don't."
"Well, regarding your finances, you would have to come back here on your 16th birthday. But regarding your properties, you can choose from a list I have here …" the goblin rummaged through a drawer.
Harry raised an eyebrow. Why the hell would he happen to have a list of Potter properties in his drawer. "This was just compiled a few days ago. It includes the Black properties you inherit as well."
If Harry had been drinking, he would have choked. "BLACK PROPERTIES!" he practically shouted.
"Yes, Mr Dumbledore has confirmed with us that Mr Sirius Orion Black has recently passed away, rather unfortunately. Have you read the Prophet yesterday?"
Between the Death Eater attack and the trip back to Headquarters, Harry didn't actually have much time. He shook his head. The goblin was actually shocked. "I had assumed you were here with regards to the main article yesterday." He passed him a copy of yesterday's Daily Prophet.
Minister Fudge Announces Plans to Add Funds to War Chest
Yesterday, Minister Fudge assembled his Council and discussed ways they could increase the Ministry's War Chest. With the return of He Who Must not be Named, it is certain that war would once more return to Wizarding Britain. In a bid to stay one step ahead of You-Know-Who, Madam Amelia Bones, Head of the Auror Office, has been submitting many proposals to the Minister to approve. But while these plans are unknown to the public due to security measures, they are most definitely going to be effective. Unfortunately, many of these plans require large funds to implement.
As such, the Minister gathered his Council to discuss ways they can increase funds. One such way is to confiscate the accounts of known Death Eaters at Gringotts, using their own money to fight against them. This plan has yet to be implemented, as the goblins at Gringotts Wizarding Bank have yet to reply to the Ministry. If this plan is to be implemented, the families that will be greatly affected would be the Lestranges, and Rookwoods. Even more greatly affected would be the Blacks, whose current wealth is estimated to be the richest in the entire continent. The figures were based on those given 16 years ago, and by now, their money would have doubled and tripled.
Another plan the Minister and his Council has discussed is to gain control of the dormant large magical fortunes at Gringotts. These families either have no heirs or have heirs below the age of 17. If implemented, families that will be affected include the Malfoys, Longbottoms and some others. The family that will be affected the most will be the Potters, whose heir is none other than the Boy-who-Lived, Harry James Potter. As such, it has been rumoured that the Potter fortune is only rivaled by the dormant families of the Four Founding Families not including Slytherin. The Potter estate is equal to the Black fortune, and according to a source from the Ministry, known Death Eater Sirius Black is dead, killed in a Death Eater attack at the Ministry. The same attack was foiled by Harry Potter, and some of his fellow classmates.
Until now, these plans have yet to be implemented and …
Harry did not bother reading on. Instead, he crushed the paper in his hand and blew it up with a flare of light, not remotely noticing what he was doing. It was the stupidest thing Fudge could ever attempt. And boy was he so going to pay for it. There was absolutely no chance in hell that he would let Fudge get his money sack anywhere near the Potter and Black fortunes. The other families … he would do his best to ensure that the Longbottoms would also get to keep their money. If Fudge wanted the money of other Death Eater families, he could take them for all Harry cared.
His eyes glowed in unnatural power and a wind swirled around the Boy-who-Lived. He truly looked like a god. Not even his Dudley-sized clothes could spoil the image. Harry almost snarled, "And what have the goblins replied?"
Gimhorn actually looked a little afraid for his life. "We've not given a reply, but we mostly do not agree. I believe that all families that will be affected by the plans Minister Fudge has proposed would be coming down to Gringotts to protest. The goblins also have no wish to help the Ministry. After all, they have been less than helpful to us."
"And currently my accounts cannot be accessed by anyone except myself as I myself am inheriting?"
"Correct … and from more than one family."
"What?"
"You heard me, congratulations Mr Potter, come your 16th birthday you would be legally emancipated, and the riches person in the entire world. You would be pleased to know that your mother is far from the Muggleborn people believed her to be. Your mother was descended from the Evans line, an old pureblooded line. However, the Evans line only allows wizards, meaning males who are magical, to inherit. And from 1600 AD till now, you are the only descendant who fits the description. Your cousin, a Dudley Dursley, could contest your claim, but seeing as his magic was bound, by who we have no idea, he cannot inherit. At least until he unbinds his magical core."
"Wait, rewind, Dudley's magical?"
"Yes, though he's a relatively weak wizard at that. And also, your grandmother's parents were descended from the Ravenclaw line and the Grindelwald line respectfully. And the Merlin line had actually married into the Grindelwald line ... Looking further up, your grandmother's father was an illegitimate child, from the Grindelwald line and the Hufflepuff line." the goblin said, reading from a file he had procured when he was explaining Harry's mother descending from the Evans line.
"So, might I be the first to congratulate you Mr Potter. You would be inheriting from Merlin, Grindelwald, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Evans, Potter and Black. That makes you the richest person in the entire world. Following you would be…"
"HOLD UP! I'm a descendant of GRINDELWALD, RAVENCLAW, HUFFLEPUFF, AND MERLIN?"
The goblin flipped a few more pages. "Sorry Mr Potter, I made a mistake," Harry almost sighed with relief. "You'll be inheriting from the Gryffindor line as well."
Harry felt he needed to sit down, and voiced so.
Gimhorn replied, "If it helps, you are already sitting down."
Harry took a deep breath, and frowned. It wasn't like him to be so calm. The old Harry would have erupted the minute he heard someone had been manipulating him. The old Harry would have stormed out of Gringotts heading for the Ministry to kill Fudge instead of just blowing up the paper. He was different …
Somehow, over the last few days, without realizing, he had changed. With the growth spurt, things were changing in his life. He no longer knew who to trust. Not even his friends could be trusted. Harry had a sneaky suspicion that they had been reporting his actions to Dumbledore …
"Hand me a list of all the properties I'll be inheriting. And is there anyway I can travel between all those properties? I can't apparate yet."
The teller handed Harry a file about 50 pages thick. Harry's eyebrow shot up. The goblin actually shrugged. "You can't blame me that all the heirs to powerful and rich bloodlines married each other."
Harry accepted the file, and the teller handed him a chain … of pure gold. "This is a bank, gold is what we have. That chain will enable you to get from one place to another. Sort of like a Portkey. Just say the name and tap it with your wand. That kind of magic is purely dormant, and the Ministry or the Order would not be able to track it. I do not need to remind you that you will be unable to perform magic with your wand."
"You don't need to. Can you hand me the entire file of whatever I will inherit?"
Without missing a beat, Gimhorn swiped up a file that must have contained over a thousand pages.
Just before leaving, Harry said, "You won't tell the Order and the Ministry I was here, would you?"
"I never saw you."
"Oh, and Gimhorn? How is it you have everything I need in this room?"
"I just happened to be the goblin dealing with the Potter finances and in relation, everything else."
"Thank you."
And Harry got the hell out of there.
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Back with the Order, they never realised that Harry was gone, until one day, Moody was on guard. He himself didn't take a look at the room until when he was just leaving. Search parties could not find him at all, and as far as Dumbledore knew, Harry never touched his finances at Gringottts. If only he knew Harry was not only the Heir of Potter House but also Grindelwald, Merlin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Evans and Black. Oh well, his loss.
Obviously they never found him, as Harry was hopping from one property to another every single day, never staying at the same place. It was rather sad that none of these places made him feel like calling it home, but knowing that he owned the place, or would own come his 16th birthday, made him feel a little better. When Harry hopped on to his second property, he realised he forgot to get the books he wanted to buy, not that it mattered. Every property had a large library that rivaled Hogwarts'. He managed to learn Apparating and was on the way to becoming an Animagi. Luckily, both were wandless magic. Harry also managed to control his telekinesis better, as well as his 'blowing things up in light' trick. He could also create a harmless ball of light to just light up his surroundings. He also found himself daydreaming about 'the girl' whenever he had free time.
He also spent some time trying to find the group of people that 'the girl' was associated with. He wasn't having any luck. It wasn't the best vacation ever, but it was the most luxurious and comfortable. It sucked that he couldn't use his wand, but come his birthday, his entire world would be made easier.
He also remained in contact with Gimhorn, using his status as soon-to-be heir to eight major families. Thankfully, the goblin's superiors listened to him, and were delaying the Ministry as best as he can. The Ministry also learnt of Harry Potter's disappearance and the newspapers showed many baseless theories regarding Harry's whereabouts, ranging from Harry being kidnapped by Voldermort, to Harry running away to be a gigolo in a Muggle nightclub. That caused Harry to laugh until he was rolling on the ground, scaring the house elves. That had been something that was rather fortunate of him. They were house elves at every single property, which helped a lot as Harry was missing clothes and the barest necessities.
Somewhere else, in a property that was also going to be owned by him, Ron, Hermione and Ginny trained hard, to become better than Harry. Only problem is, how could they possibly win against a god?
A/N: Here's the chapter I promised. Regarding the Mt. Tambora thing, well, it was a dare. Someone, namely a boy I hate a lot at school who knows I'm into fanfiction, said that there was no way I could incorporate that into my fic. Hah! I showed him … at (1) Court refers to the meetings the Exalted takes with FH & MN every morning. Review please … I would really like some constructive feedback!
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