A/N: Thanks for reviewing. Sorry it's been a while, but school has been rough. I have midterms from January 19 to January 24. So the wait again might be long. Here is Chapter 6. Some questions should be answered, and others will be formed. Enjoy.
Chapter 6: May The Force Be With You
They got off on Charing Cross Road in front of the infamous pub, The Leaky Cauldron. The record store and big bookshop, which nearly drew Hermione in, bordered the pub. The boys were utterly horrified from the ride on the "bumpy" Knight Bus. Harry rubbed Evan's back as he emptied the contents of his stomach onto the pavement. Ian looked on, quite green himself.
"Are you boys all right?" Charlotte asked, worry etched within her features.
"Am now," they both muttered. She sighed and looked towards the tavern.
"What is this place?" Ian asked, pointing to the somewhat rundown looking building. Harry looked to Hermione, and with a quick smirk nodded.
"This is The Leaky Cauldron. It is one of many bridges into the Wizarding World. It was built around 1500 by Daisy Dodderidge, a witch," she said it in her know-it-all tone. Harry snickered, causing her to squeeze his hand a bit too tightly. Whoops.
The twins looked amazed; however, they seemed a bit incredulous.
"We need to change your parents," Harry said quietly. Hermione nodded in agreement, looking around.
"There in the alleyway," she said. He nodded and they led them over to the nearby alley. Harry cast a silent notice me not and Hermione changed her parents to look similar to her and Harry. When everyone's disguise was in order, Harry spoke.
"We need names. Let's be the Bonds," he said mischievously. They all laughed, considering none of them weren't full wizards or wizards at all.
"Ill be James," Harry said fondly. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Do I get some type of risqué name since I'm your lover?" She asked teasingly. The boys groaned.
"Why sure," he replied, wiggling his brows. "You can be Roxanne."
"Lovely," she retorted.
"What about us?" Evan asked.
"Hmm. How about Mark and Clark?" She asked, chuckling beside herself.
"Sounds cool," they replied. Her father waved his hand absentmindedly to his daughter.
"We'll take our middle names. I'm Ann and he's Michael." They all nodded in agreement, and Harry led them in.
The pub was rather busy during the Friday afternoon rush. There were wizards sitting at the bar, drinking what looked like Firewhiskey and Butterbeer. Off to the side was a man sitting in an armchair reading a book quietly, his black hat covering an eye. A group of odd-looking witches giggled to themselves merrily off to the left, their topic of the evening unheard. If a regular muggle had looked at the seen, they would have stared in confusion. Surprisingly, Hermione noted, her parents seemed particularly calm. Harry nodded his head to Tom, who had no clue it was actually the great Harry Potter.
They walked to the back and then out into a separate alleyway where a brick wall divided the land. The boys looked oddly confused, but nevertheless, they were patient and silent. Harry tapped the right brick, three up and two across, causing the archway for Diagon Alley to appear. The long cobbled street ahead and the rickety looking buildings gave a peaceful aura, despite the somewhat crowdedness. Witches and wizards sat outside of some cafés, sipping pumpkin juice in the warm mid-July air.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley," Harry said. The twins awed every now and then, as they began their journey through the crowd. They looked at the odd animals displayed to their left, their eyes lingering on the owls that hooted softly. Hermione noticed her boyfriend looking fondly at the boys before looking back to the road ahead.
The enormous building of white marble finally entered their view. The steps of Gringotts Wizarding Bank were empty, as if calling for someone to make a deposit. Harry pulled them all to the side.
"Just follow my instructions. Don't speak to anyone; they might be trying to find out who we are. If anything happens, stay close. All right?"
The twins saluted him with a click of their heels, causing Harry to laugh good-naturedly.
"Excellent. I have to check to see if I am eligible to hear the rest of Sirius's will read, withdraw money, set some things up, and get a roll count of everything I own. Ready?" Everyone nodded and they began making their way up the stairs to the Wizarding word's most trusted bank.
Harry and Hermione were last to enter; their hands were clasped as they chatted lightly.
"Why were you crying?" She prodded softly, trying not to embarrass or upset him. He rubbed her thumb affectionately, a rough sigh escaping him.
"I told them my story. How I lost my parents like they had. I told them that I would not let them have a childhood that I did. They were touched, which was the whole point. They needed to cry though. I could just sense," he paused. "I could just sense their true sadness. I don't know."
She kissed his cheek softly, allowing him to wrap his arm around her waist. They watched quietly, as the boys raced each other to the front gaits. Her parents waited at the side and stole glances at the two Wrights.
Harry opened the doors and ushered them all inside the large and elegantly decorated bank. The boys remained silent, although Hermione could tell the excitement held behind their young eyes.
The goblins looked wearily at them, especially glancing rapidly at both her and Harry. It was unusual for the goblins to take that much notice of a particular witch or wizard. They stayed rather close together and followed Harry to one of the goblins on the far right.
"Excuse me," Harry said politely to the goblin, catching the horrid creature's attention rather quickly. It, whom she assumed was a she, peered down at Harry and then suddenly pulled back the moment she met its eyes.
"How may I help you?" The goblin asked. The boys looked absolutely mortified. She watched Harry put a privacy charm up around them, before telling everyone to stay put.
"I need to settle a few things. I need to set up three new accounts as well as go to my vault. I also would like to know how much I own." Hermione looked at him strangely. Why three?
"Very well. Your key please?" The goblin asked evenly. Harry pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to the creature. The creature waved its hand over the key and a long list of parchment appeared as well as figures. They waited patiently until finally all the figures settled on the paper. The look of surprise, if possible, filled his face. "Mr. Harry James Potter?" Harry nodded his head, while glancing around. No one seemed to notice since his charm was in effect. "In your vault, you now possess fifty five million galleons. You own over two hundred and fifty thousand books. There are over 500 magical artifacts. You own Twelve Grimmauld. All other wills are to be read until you are of legal age."
The six people stared in shock at the goblin, who was quite astonished as well. Harry nodded and asked to set up the accounts.
"Ok. I need to set up an account for Evan Richard Wright. Shall I write it?" Harry said. Evan began protesting but Harry shushed him with a hand. The goblin nodded and handed Harry a quill and parchment. Harry filled out his name and handed it back to the goblin.
"Are you Evan?" The goblin asked. Evan nodded shyly. "Please place your hand on the parchment." Evan followed instructions and the goblin waved his hand. There was a blue light, which faded slightly. Hermione noticed there were new figures and words on the parchment. "All of his personal information has been filled out. The guardian space will be left empty until September nineteenth of this year. Is everything acceptable?" Harry shook his head in the negative.
"Can you please place one million of my galleons in this new account?" The goblin nodded his head vigorously. He traced his nail along Harry's key, odd noises coming from his mouth. Then he went to Evan's key and repeated the words.
"Here is your key Evan Richard Wright. Your vault contains one million galleons." Evan shakily took his key and stared appreciatively at Harry.
"Don't worry about it. You'll be getting all new stuff, and you'll still have enough money for life. Just don't blow it, okay?" Evan nodded and muttered a soft thanks.
"The second account, Mr. Potter?" Hermione watched in awe as Harry began to write Ian's name out. He gave the same amount of galleons to the young boy, causing him to react basically the same way his brother did. Both boys were stunned into silence.
Then, Harry turned to her. His emerald eyes, shining with warmth and love, stared into her own. She felt a slight shiver, but quickly recovered with a raised brow.
"Do you have your key?" He asked. She nodded in an obvious manner. He stuck his hand out expectantly. She placed it gently in his, and that's when she realizes what he was going to do. It was too late.
"Two million galleons to Hermione Jane Granger's account please." She looked up at him in shock, although he simply smiled back at her kindly.
"I can't take it Harry," she hissed. He waved his hand absentmindedly.
"You seriously think I need fifty million galleons? I'm probably one of the richest wizards next to Malfoy. I'm going to be giving a lot out, so hush. You need new stuff." She simply huffed, causing him to bring her closer to his side. She felt his warm lips graze her forehead, and she was no longer mad.
The goblin gave her the newly replenished vault's key. Harry asked for her parents' to give him their key. They willing obliged knowing they couldn't stop him. "Two million to this vault please."
Her parents hugged him mercilessly, thanking him over and over again. He blushed slightly and muttered a quiet "your welcome" back.
"The next visit I'll give out more. I'd give some to the Weasleys, but I don't want Ron to think we're bribing him into liking the idea of us. We'll talk first." Hermione nodded in agreement.
"May we please be taken to our vaults?" Harry asked. The goblin nodded and led them to the carts.
"Brace yourselves," Hermione said quietly. The boys nodded and held onto anything in reach, as the cart sped off. Hermione held onto Harry tightly, her head muffled in his chest. "I…hate…this," she said, causing him to laugh freely. He ran his hands through her hair, trying to calm her.
"It's almost over. For now," he said, chuckles still escaping him. She hugged his body tighter, and he simply complied. Finally, the cart stopped. Hermione's parents seemed to have had a blast! Damn roller coaster lovers! Evan and Ian didn't seem too bad; apparently they had like the ride as well. They all hopped out, well except for her and Harry. Her because she was trying to find her equilibrium, and Harry since he could not get her off of him. She wondered when he got so patient with her.
"Better?" He asked once she picked her head up. She nodded and stood up, allowing her lover to stand as well. He helped her out of the cart and handed his key to the goblin. Once the nearly impenetrable magic was lifted, Harry led them into his vault. She heard him intake a breath of air, his emerald eyes wide with surprise. A number was just a number. The sight of such a number would take anyone's breath away.
"Your vault expands as does your wealth," the goblin said. Harry nodded and began to walk around. There had been a path created around a huge pile of gold whose top was imperceptible.
Books lined newly set bookcases up to the ceiling, which seemed forever away. Hermione gaped, just itching to go through everyone. She heard Harry snicker besides her, earning him a slap in the side.
Behind the pile of gold, all of the artifacts were neatly organized. In the center, there was an old wooden podium. Resting on this podium was a huge scarlet tome. Around it were probably more interesting devices; however, Hermione felt pulled to the tome. She didn't want to touch it. She had to. She let go of Harry's hand and began to slowly walk to it. Originally, it had a faint glow to it. As she near though, it seemed to brighten. She felt Harry right beside her. They both reached the book and stared down at the blazing light. There were engraved words that surprised both lovers.
The Gallant House of Potter Née Gryffindor