Author's note: I own nothing but the plot. If anybody but me noticed that nobody talked about it. For those of you on A03 might have noticed the tag changes. Otherwise, pay attention. The reason this wasn't out the January 10th like I planned is because of two reasons I needed a new chair, and I caught covid after avoiding it for the last two years! And I can't tell who brought this plague upon my house and person! But I'm making the best of the debacle. Oh yeah, I have named the goblin language hewn because gobbledygook sounds and is very racist sounding to me. Just like muggle-born sounds racist? Remember to do all the things and subscribe if you haven't already.

Morgana's Haven, January 2nd, 1989, 11 Am, Just Six Miles North of Chichester

If Selene had the time and the energy. She would have taken time to really absorb and compliment the home of her ex-mentor. She would tell Augusta that she genuinely loves the décor, that the house felt warm and cozy. Knowing the pride that her husband is getting on in years than with a child still in their home, her grandchild specifically. The house-elves can even get overwhelmed even with several of them at the best of times. The house was well put together, and the type of home people desire more than anything else. The home was beautifully decorated, with portraits of her son and her daughter-in-law plastered all over the place. Though I remember that Mrs. Longbottom would moan about something Alice wanted to do, even then? She would always have a soft smile on top of the annoyance. So, I knew it wasn't indeed out of malice.

From what I could see of her now, Augusta had aged almost twenty years since they last saw each other. Looks nothing like she should at the ripe youthful age of seventy. By their very nature, Wizards age slowly, living to the age of two hundred with no problems. Most of magical Britain's population was not living for so long because of the constant dark lord uprisings. Voldemort and Grindelwald are in a lengthy list of dark wizards attempting coup or seizing power, clearing the way things are for both the magical and nonmagical. The end goal is always being a dictator and subservience. The lack of originality and constant pattern of this nonsense. One of the many things observed by visiting agents and dignitaries is just that. The continual power vacuum and the struggle for power and domination. So petty and childish ambition, and it's a prevailing problem. Thankful the rightful government can step and set things to rights once again.


The house-elf had been tending to Selene Lovegood's thought of the future of her kind being brighter than it had been patted the little elf's head. Thanking her quietly for her years of servitude and knowing the chains will finally be more accessible than it's ever been. More symbolic and equal than it's ever needed.

"Selene, you're asking for a tall order," Augusta spoke evenly. Not really sure herself how to feel with everything she had been told so far.

"I've already secured your son and daughter-in-law to a very safe and secure location," Selene said, matching Augusta's tone but trying to make her ex-mentor understand her position and urgency.

"You know, I wish you had at least told me about all of this before having a try in healing them or who you really were and planning. Unlike some of my peers, I want to change the status quo. understand some secrecy for a good reason."

"If I asked you ahead of time, I might lose the window of opportunity when the healers aren't visiting the ward or checking on patients."

"The healers of England wouldn't and couldn't help them, nor have the education or the knowledge to even attempt the feat." Selene, for her part, made clear that she was more than sure the treatment would work.

I know it sounds unbelievable and almost like a fairytale come true for you. But I swear on my life that I speak only the truth.

It just seems so unbelievable and almost too fantastical, like a trap to kill me and finish off the Longbottom line for the last time.

Knowing and training under Augusta meant knowing that her paranoia was all but warranted at this point, losing her son and daughter-in-law and ailing husband and her grandson, whose magical potential seemed weak. She was a woman who had to be at her strongest and should barely be keeping it together but was good at holding the façade up. She was not a woman many could charm with sweet words. Not one to be trifled with or a woman you tried to pull the wool over her eyes. As if that wouldn't have a significant difference on your chances of dying in the extremely near future. She was and is a battle-ax and a hell of a woman, and one of the many reasons she chose to study under her for charms and runes mastery. The woman was terror in both fields, and most people who had ever been on it ran in fear of her.

Placating her by showing her proof that I was who I say I am and that I was really there to help and protect and help her family was the least I could do for my old mentor

"As well as have healed them all with medical advances from the Avalon monarchy. The rightful government will be coming back by this time next week, and they would like to see their prime knights and most ardent supporters standing strong once more. All I'm asking is for you to allow us to get you to safety as well."

"And we won't have to abandon our home and our lands?"

"No, every inch of your plot of land is coming with you. That I guarantee you, but I know you are putting faith and trust in both me and strangers. I know that isn't a straightforward process for you, not after what you have been through." Selene said with a solemn nod.

"After Dumbledore's action putting faith has become such an untenable idea for me. To put my lot and trust with the rightful government," Augusta sighed and looked to the ceiling looking every bit of her current age.

"Still, it isn't just me. Tiberius will have to leave too, and with his health, as it is …" Augusta wasn't one to mince words, but Selene that her husband possibly dying would make her stutter.

"It was in the paper that he has been missing Wizengamot meetings. He has a bad case of flustering flu, right? I'm so sorry. Can even imagine how this is for you." Selene knew something had to be serious; she had been concerned about him. When she first heard Tiberius was ill, she knew nothing good could come of it. Tiberius was the joy of their marriage and made Augusta such a youthful force despite her age.

"You know how Flustering Flu is in men. The disease always hits harder than it does in women, especially in what would we consider our mid-lives. If he were younger or a bit older, it would probably just blow by him, but right now, it's been something he's been dealing with for the last eight months or so now, and there's no sign the flu even going away. It's one of the biggest concerns I have on top of the concerns about the welfare of my son and daughter-in-law."

"Maybe my young apprentices may have something; they were the ones who the solution for Frank and Alice's condition."

"You want me to entrust strangers to take care of my loved ones? Are you sure you're the same Selene I mentored for three years?"

"Augusta, if you see them in action, you will think they were a direct descendant of Merlin themselves the way they seem to act and behave; they will more than surprise you at what they can do for you."

"You see them as outstanding now. I know I need to meet them myself and see if they're as good as you say they are; then, I will allow them to assist."

"Mummy!" Luna took this moment to appear in front of her dragging a rather red Neville in hand

"Neville made the butterflies' wings change color in the garden; they were rainbow of wings!"

"I…" Neville spluttered and stuttered, and Augusta beamed so brightly, her eye glittering happily for her grandson as Luna dragged him out of the room, giggling excitedly.

"Come on, Neville, you said you had two nets in the closets; let's go catch some bugs together!"

Neville smiled and was happily dragged off by the energetic blonde. August seemed to be contemplative, a soft smile rising on her face.

"Didn't you mention that you now reside where you giving my son and daughter-in-law medical aid? Give me your word on your magic; you are doing all this with no ulterior motive but doing this out of the kindness of your heart?"

"That I can do without a question."

As Selene did just that, the older woman was both excited to see her timid grandson excited and playing with another, his magic actively coming forward. Maybe some happiness with other children might be what her grandson needed. Some regret-filled Augusta's heart, but she knew that she would more than make up for that misstep in the future.


January 2nd, 1989, 8:45 am, Diagon Alley

Harry Potter's Perspective

It was an anxious Harry Potter who was walking to the right of Lola Zacharia, who seemed to be accepting of her place in the world. At ease here and were really reminding me once again that out of the two sisters? Lola seemed to be more emotive and expressive despite the job placed on her shoulders, her sisters, as well as my own.

Since all of this started, time travel basically getting dragged into a covert operation for a rightful government, I hadn't thought once of the prophecy that Dumbledore decided to grace me with letting me know about. Hadn't even brought to mind the fact that right now, even though right now I'm so young, I should be taking advantage of the fact that I could end the dark dumbass as quickly as possible now putting a dent in his forces and everything would turn that I didn't maybe there wouldn't be a war, to begin with. Something Katherine mentioned yesterday as well, and before this mission started, she hinted at it. But for some reason, she had found ways to dodge or skirt the question to his annoyance. But she asked me to trust her, and considering she used her giant bag of tricks to help me once again to have a clear mind and have clear thoughts and has been pretty upfront with what she is planning. And she gave her word in a magically binding way, not much more than that. So, I can least trust that she isn't out to get me, unlike some people.

Grateful Lola took the time to prepare me for goblins and their customs since it's one of those things Hogwarts fails to teach as well fails to see a need for it. Reviewing the vital aspects over breakfast. Highlighting what I should have known. Taking the time this morning to wake me at the crack of dawn and give me an energy drink, Katherine swears is from the future that taste like peaches, and I had to admit I was more animated than I would be willing to being at my current age. Slightly jittery but fine. Drilling into my head until I could hear Lola's voice telling me how I had to be.

Remember that goblins prefer confidence; look them in the eye whenever possible and use the traditional greeting it will endear or impress them about showing your decorum. And it's customary if you smile with your teeth when you finish the greeting! "May your enemies lie at your feet defeat, and may your returns be fruitful!"

Be courteous and cautious, if shrewd and wise when needed; they listen and remember being honest and forthright in your intentions. When you lie to a goblin, they never let it go. They prefer clear communication and shrewd but transparent business conduct…

Remember, as a rule of their species, goblins are protective of children, even those outside of race.


I could feel myself filled with nervous energy, hoping that her pep talk would be enough. We passed through the familiar stark white building with two goblins standing on either side of the front door.

Remember that goblins, due to the treaties and concessions during the second and third goblin rebellions, act in many of the same capacities of a nonmagical bank, so any land you own, any assets, liquid or otherwise of note, would be in your bank vault for safekeeping. So never anger a goblin, demean them, or try to swindle them of what's rightfully theirs. If you try to cast magic at them, well, it will be your head that will roll.

"You got this, just breathe?" Lola whispered to me while wearing formal robes, her hair up, and she had stashed away the broom we rode on. Following him through the doors as he held her hand, considering he was covered in his invisibility cloak, hastily giving it to Lola

Taking a spot in line? Only for the goblin to speak harshly, Hewn that he couldn't understand.

As the line was quickly dealt with, many of them came in for money exchanges, in language both either out recognized or spoken, respectively. With Lola's desire as an aspiring polyglot, something they had only found out in passing. When she was murmuring to herself yesterday in French and what Harry could have only guessed was Italian when they began scolding Kat for overdoing it yesterday, though even he was unsure of exactly what she did in its entirety, stating that she would explain tonight since the next three days she was essentially on house arrest.

"Name and business today?"

"Harry Potter, and can I speak to my account manager?"

"Mr. Potter? Very well."

Speaking a rather harsh sentence of the goblin Language Hewn to his own ears, a much younger goblin seemed to take off right through the back and not even a minute waiting.

It came back with a more genial and rather astute and well dressed in a pressed suit goblin.

Who beckons them to follow him without a word, both Harry and Lola grateful that they hadn't come any later? As there seemed to be more and more customers coming in.

If they had gotten this treatment with many people, there would be some spectacle, possibly a journalist?!

The goblin in question was better dressed and put together by his colleagues who worked the front counter, proving that he had been lied to more than he could have ever known.

Him and Lola were following the goblin, whose pace wasn't brisk and faster than you would expect from his size.

The room they hand found themselves is not what they had been expecting; it was beautifully decorated and comfortable but professional, with two seats that looked like they would be easy to sit in.

The goblin had his name Bloodstone on the door and a name plaque on his desk, a first for the wizarding world that Harry could note a being that decided to keep something familiar as standard nonmagical business conventions.

"Mr. Potter, we need to ask for a drop of blood to make completely sure you are who you say you are and make sure the intel was correct; we got is. This is standard for accounts as prestigious and financially fortitudinous. Place your finger on the proffered parchment, and it will get the blood painlessly."

Looking to Lola since she didn't mention this, and I had never met with my account manager.

She nodded, which was enough for him.

Placed his finger on the parchment. Like an invisible pen quickly and intricately start to write and draw out a tree of ancestry in written hewn that Bloodstone quickly.

"Well, hello Scion Potter, I expected to meet you next year at the latest? So, what brings you to my office with a knight of Avalon acting as your advisor, or is she your betrothed?" His hands templed, and a patient looks on his face. As he waited for the answer, everything was spoken nonchalantly as if you were talking outside the weather. Remembering the lessons drilled into my head.

"May your enemies lie at your feet in defeat, and may your returns be fruitful!"

"May new investment bring fruitful dividends, and may our enemies receive no mercy from lord death." He raised his eyebrows, knowing how few wizards even attempt the polite greeting in English.

"As for your questions? No, no, she is nothing like that! She is acting as my advisor; I don't know too much about goblin customs, and I have some issues that I would like to bring to Gringotts' attention since this is within their purview and domain." I was trying to find the strength to remember what I was told to explain my purpose and be honest about how familiar he actually was.

"What can I do for you, scion Potter do?" There was an undercurrent of tenseness, almost like a hair-trigger like you could practically see the warrior beneath the business suit.

"I require a full audit of my account. I know that if you look it over with a fine-tooth comb, it will show there have been fraudulent charges and withdrawals in my account, supposedly for my upkeep and maintenance."

Though they were for no such thing, the possibility that my money is being used to feed and house people has nothing to do with me. That doesn't also cover the other things I believe are being done with my account by a so-called magical guardian.

"Are you telling me you aren't living with Andromeda Tonks as your primary guardian? As the agreement claimed that was reached by the ministry of magic?"

"There was an agreement by the ministry over him?" Another thing to investigate for Lola and Kat was to look over if her slight nod was any indication.

"No, sir, I've never met her, but I doubt she is involved with the plot; I'm guessing that Andromeda Tonks? She is listed as my primary caretaker? With Albus Dumbledore as my magical guardian?"

"That's it exactly. This is odd since Mrs. Tonks is a witch and can handle positions without anyone else. Since the magical guardian can directly access the personal vault of the orphaned children with no magical caretaker to assist them.

"Then I doubt that Mrs. Tonks even knows she is being paid a stipend or that she was tasked with taking care of Mr. Potter at all."

That aspect of things won't fall to you, and your kind the fiscal fraud aspect is all yours, my friend," Lola, for the first time, smiled a giant smile as sharp as any goblin, which Bloodstone reflected.

One of my duties before Avalon comes back is settling and setting the stage for their best return scenario. And getting any information that will be time-critical or needs to be dealt with immediately.

"Young lady, please do not give my kind and me that glimmer of hope."

"Remember that you recognized my status and rank. I bypassed the protections that keeps everyone here trapped, and I know and am actively undoing the protections that have trapped all of you in these isles. That has been preventing the rightful government from returning to the land. So, I ask you to spread the word to your strongest guards; they will be here next Monday morning and ask for your aid alongside the strongest knights in their current ranks. We are the setup crew breaking the barrier. So, your assistance and influence within your community will help.

"I'll see what I can do; I'm going to take from your demeanor as well the positivity?"

"I'm going to presume that you are Miss Lourdes, preferably called miss Lola. we got a message through convoluted means from your sister that would be you specifically here to pick something up from Gringotts." Mr. Bloodstone said with a matter of factly with a nod, but Lola seemed shocked and paled as she didn't think that her sister looked into the future and might have planned for that aspect on her own. Being around Hermione for so long, she can already tell Kat was mostly likely using her punishment to her advantage once again. And that

Pressing the intercom on his elegant desk, speaking Hewn with a lot calmer than his front desk colleague.

Within the minute, a younger goblin came in with a bag of something to give Lola, who looked inside and smiled with a soft Hewn thank you.

"Now to the task at hand, Mr. Bloodstone?" Lola said bring attention to herself as up until this point she hadn't spoken up acting like as his guide through this only comment when necessary

"Before we truly begin? I need to send a message to my superior and my partners since it's clear this might go on longer than expected since Scion Potter here has a lot of business dealing and things that need to be handled with care, and that can't be done in an hour or two, I presume?" she said, but it was clear that everything needs to be discussed would take them through lunch at the very least.

"If you are going to contact them, please do it quickly; time is gold after all."

She quickly penned something in the notebook that she didn't show, but it seemed that it did intrigue Bloodstone a bit.

She nodded at retook her position like harry giving him her full attention once more.

"One of the things about being the Potter account manager is that you have to handle many kettles burning at once. I believe that's the saying, right?"

"Considering the earnings from the Sleekeazy's Hair Potion company which has kept your family very wealthy even with all the tragedy that has befallen them over the last century?

Fleamont made the company and the product, but your grandfather Charlus added on to his father's business, a shampoo and conditioning treatment that makes the effect of Sleekeazy permanent."

"As well as the other products he had in the works, but he never lived long enough to make a viable prototype for someone in his line to pick up his life's work. Though notes are kept in a lockbox with the main potter vault. Which you should have access to right now since you are the last of your line and apparently the guardianship or they will have been circumvented it allows to enact a stipulation your family had for you if not only you had no suitable guardian you can appoint your own temporarily until a suitable candidate can be found

"That isn't the only venture that has provided fruitfully; honestly, the financial windfall has been not amazing."

A younger goblin came in with a manila folder that seemed thick. Quickly exiting before Bloodstone or I could thank him.

"There has been since after the defeat of dark lord Voldemort licensed merchandise and books certified using your name and likeness; I'm going to assume, based on the aghast face, you want that to stop?"

"Yes, as soon as you can."

"I'll put a message to the family lawyer. He and his team have been stymied since your parent's death, with the only thing he and his firm can do is decline arranged marriage contracts and mitigate counterfeit or businesses infringing or stealing secrets to for their own business. Something we have alerted them to over the last decade." He said with a hum. While Harry was choking from the shock whispered horror of their being multiple times that arranged marriage contract in his name.

"Otherwise, perpetuity business like Potter Woods Tree Farm has been doing well recently; the international spike in magical births has created a need for more wand wood. That as well the Arrow and Bolts Brooms Company have spent the last two years in the development of a new broom that they claim will be the faster than Lightning Bolt 12, the first in its line, the Fire Bolt. But they have doing well looking at the last five years, the best sales are Eagle and Hawk model arrow brooms have skyrocketed over clean sweep line for training and leisure broom respective netting a massive profit."

I would like to mention you have one family that has an outstanding balance and hasn't paid their loan in eight years now. Keeping in mind theirs five large plots of land within the British ministry domain that you own outright outside of the business investments and other than one account, it has been a stable year. Thiers is itemized list of every family that owes your family money. As well as a separate list of people who took a mortgage on your lands. That's something I could explain now to you, but I can tell you are both on schedule

"No, we have the time to ask about this since I explained the situation with my superior and the rest of the team; what is this about loans?"

Mr. bloodstone sighed and tapped his claws together, clearly annoyed at this aspect, not the question knowing that harry was woefully uniformed and he should have an idea of the booby-trapped crypt he is walking into at least financially when he becomes an adult since it's doubtful anyone would tell him assuming he already knows.

"The British ministry is well known for getting their pound of the flesh outside the taxes that every magical family pays to the British government. And they place a tax on taking loans since most of the jobs within the ministry aren't high paying unless you are willing to put yourself in danger or you are connected enough to rise to be a department head. Our delegate within the goblin affairs has made it clear that is not always the case, and sometimes families struggle and turn to Gringotts directly for a loan, and those that have? Honestly regret it, and we tend to discourage them from doing it, but the truly desperate will come back often enough that our hands are tied by treaty to grant those loans at the rate the ministry demands out of it. it's so much trouble and end with the family that does work for the ministry losing their position and doing drudge work to pay off the loans for next to nothing or ending up in the mines paying off a loan they were never supposed to pay off; in the first place." You could feel the cold, unfeeling actions. The words that aren't being said this is an underhanded way to kill off nonmagical born who decide to stay in England and work for the government if they refuse to leave the magical world after they graduate Hogwarts. No one else would struggle to get paid what they are worth. its genocide with a dash of punitive justice

"You see, most of the ancient and ancestral families, yours included, have been, for lack of a better phrase. Trying to circumvent the system, the ministry was created. Whether for the betterment of their friends and allies as the Longbottoms, Diggory's, or the Potter's? Or to permanently create loyal servants in their debt; some like the Blacks and the Malfoy's capitalize on that aspect. You would call the practice angel lending. Your family would lend a struggling family enough money to solve whatever issue was currently ailing them at 1 percent interest annually with the stipulation they have to pay it back. With the terms being renegotiated between the child if the parent fails to pay back the loan in their lifetime as rare as it has been. Loans like this are usually paid off in ten years, with the interest paid in full. The Weasley family being the only exception being in astronomical debt for close to eighty years for calling the bride price of the Cedrella Weasley nee Black to marry her himself, putting the family in financial ruin. The family couldn't afford her extravagant taste between that and keeping her happy? Keeping in mind that the family was constantly struggling as they had three children together, her need for the finer things, and the tuition of three students for Hogwarts, it makes sense that they came to the Potter's for financial help. With their sons and grandsons taking on the burden their family has accrued, the only not paying as of late is Arthur, who is supposed to be the next family head when his parents finally pass, keeping in mind he is the oldest."

"Considering what you own, I wanted to bring it to your attention since you mention theft and fraud; that the family that haven't paid their loan have been given sizable monetary compensation and bribes from your account. As well as funding to the Headmaster Dumbledore, I can see from the inventory your family's cloak and the Pensieve are also in his possession."

"Clearly, none of this is what you want, but we will override any future payments and force a full repayment considering the situation. For what was fraudulently stolen from your bank vault, as well allow you deal with Mrs. Tonks more discretely."

"Who usually meets with the tellers for the monthly stipend sometime soon, and by British law, we aren't permitted to clear or interrogate British citizens being used as an unwitting pawn for theft? No matter how common the practice is. Unless they can confirm and ask for that assistance for a modest fee or have one. "

"A fee for a fellow magical being?" Lola said with earnest that made it clear she wanted to know the fee then being offended at having to pay.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Zacharia? Gringotts is still a business, and our specialty brew can clear and keep any species from mind control or coercion of any kind and protection for nearly a year. A fee of a galleon is cheap compared to how much it would be if you were buying it from a Wizard seller? If they ever had a recipe for a potion of this caliber. as I don't have a doubt in my mind that the market would be astronomical comparatively."

The intercom lit up softer spoken. Hewn came out, as Bloodstone seemed to close his eyes and nodded and say respond all of it incomprehensible to the human.

"It seems Mrs. Tonks is here, one of the tellers. He's bringing her here right now." A nice comfortable armchair appeared on their side of the room as the young goblin from earlier came with Andromeda Tonks, who visibly had a rather dead look and slight film over her eyes if you only took a moment longer to look at her.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" Her voice sounded air, and not all there the woman who looked nearly identical to her insane younger sister had the most vacant look in her eyes

"Mr. Bloodstone, if you can please get treatment, I'll cover the bill for it and bring her back when you're done."

Without another word, the young goblin took her before she could protest being hustled somewhere else though it was doubtful the older woman would have the capacity to argue.


It was another few hours and a lot of conversation that seemed completely shocked, amazed, and overwhelmed harry. He had no idea about his family's finances and only thought he had the vault he used for school; not only was that wrong, but it was a fraction of a fraction the money he actually and if he wanted, he could spend his life running the business and investments, but they more or less ran themselves without much say? Bot of them appreciative that some version of refreshment was brought since they had been for a long while, at least midway through.

"We have covered almost everything about your estate. I would like to have a meeting with you in two weeks' time with your appropriate guardian, then all the final arrangements for the will reading and contacting the beneficiaries can be put into place. I'm going to presume that you would like to make a withdrawal from your trust and to see if there were anything you would like to take with you from the main vault? typically, you have to be thirteen years of age to see but not make a withdrawal the main vault as per laws within Gringotts, but items of emotional value can be amended in special circumstances?"

A lot of this had to be gone over that standard procedure went out the window when you were discussing the last in the ancestral client since the laws had to protect them from dying entirely and amended to protect them more to prevent losing the client in question at least as much protection that the bank can provided within their limited scope.

"Ah, to have independent land to call our own once again," the goblin nearly muttered.

"Can I ask what land you used to have?"

Most of the goblin nation resided in what is now called Cheddar's Gorge, and if you go looking around, there are still entrances to the dwellings and the prime chamber of where the court of the goblin king and queen would be. When Avalon colonized the country, they made a treaty with the goblin people that what they would call their nation would be sacrosanct and couldn't be sold under them or stolen from them as long as they were in power.

I see the implication is clear

The dark families even back then thought it was unfair that the goblins had so much land when at the time, wizards and witches were being persecuted and unable to form villages and protect their homes from their more paranoid and bloodthirsty nonmagical counterparts.

Even then, our delegate was willing to make a deal; it was fair. The families in question could make their homes on top of the gorge while we lived below. They could have the same warding and protection that the nation itself has, and it would have been mutually beneficial for all in question; they refused because they didn't want to depend on goblin help; ironically, Avalon asked and paid for our help for the settlement Pendragon's Cove as well as paid for the warding of secondary protection. Which was Hogwarts since it housed a gift, the vaults. It was the last gift to the castle, and it was supposed to be implemented; then, this country became a prison for the people who live here.

The rest of the trip to Gringotts involved a few tidbits like the debit card for the potter account that exclusively only works in the nonmagical world until Diagon alley is forced to modernize as well as a revelation that they were going to discuss at home.

It was nearly four in the afternoon, appreciative they had stopped for lunch and getting him some things, they had forgotten yesterday like shoes and mittens, grateful they had the bag with them to make the shopping a little easier for them making their way to their temporary home.

Lola's mind had been worried about what Katherine wondered what she had been doing if she was furthering the plan and would she need to be on house arrest until they moved on Hogwarts for the final part of breaking the warding and so the ritual can be performed. All she had to do today was take Hermione to five ward stone location and take her back to Pendragon's Cove while her replicant takes her place temporarily.

Final note: before anyone asks, I'm working on chapter 12 as we speak since it was original a part of chapter 11. I wanted an explanation about Gringotts. including the reason why the goblins would be so hell-bent on having Avalon back. with Avalon, they can diversify and have banks essentially out in the open that operate like non-magical ones like they can give loans but at 20 percent interest every fiscal quarter. Even they see it as thievery, but it was the policy that the ministry proposed the tax wanting the other ten of the interest accrued that made only the desperate that knew the service existed to beg for a loan or the extremely rich to take a loan just to gloat.
It is more common to have angel lending from wealthier light or grey families. With the angel loan being written by goblins with a fairer rate and it's something the ministry can't control because they didn't think of it. and it its a 3 percent interest annual standard with one of them going goblins don't like fucking people over,
dark families do this only to end up with their children indentured servitude. The Flints, Goyle's, and Crabbe families were indentured to the Black family with Sirius in prison, Regulus dead the closest kin in Narcissa Malfoy.