JK Rowling Owns Harry Potter

FASA Owns Earthdawn

Note: All conversations in France are in French unless specified. I may start with Bonjour or oui, but that is the true limit of my knowledge of the most beautiful language on earth. Sorry.

I am starting anything in parcel tongue with §"Italic script"§

-CS-

Titles and Vaults

Potter House

Yvoire, France

The Next Morning

Harry woke up early. It was about 4:30AM and he wanted to get a workout in. The girls wanted to hunt, so he took them outside with him. They had no interest in banking, so they were on their own until that was wrapped up. He expanded his Iklwa short spear to full spear size and went through an intense set of exercises at least a dozen times. These exercises were practiced in an ancient civilization called Landis. An allied warrior spirit taught them to him. The exercises were named after the four main elements. The Earth Defense, the Water Defense, the Air Attack, and the Fire Attack*. The emphasis was on low stances and explosive jumps, so his legs were burning when he was done. Then, he switched to short swords, and gave his shoulders and arms an intense work out.

Finally, he pulled his two primary wands – Holly and Elder, and fired water hexes at various trees and plants while simulating intense combat maneuvers. Harry combined the 4 different exercises all into what he called the Wood Kata. He replicated many of the moves with his wands and key spells. After the first six runs, he switched out the Elder wand for the Blackthorn wand. Six more exhausting runs and he was finished, he went upstairs to the third floor for a shower.

Harry realized, as he entered his bathroom, that he did not have a shower on the third floor, so he just relaxed in the bath. While enjoying the warm water, he thought about last night. He had spent his time asleep inside his mindscape talking to the incarnations of his parents**. They filled him in on France and the Flamels. Basically, the house was purchased while they were studying under Nicolas and Perenelle. They had planned to move back, but Voldemort found them first. The vault under the house might have a few books in it, but it is mostly empty. The only exception was an enchanted sculpture that Lily had acquired. It was enchanted to defend the grounds if under attack. Some kind of stone golem. She confessed to wishing she had brought it with her to Godric's Hollow. It might have bought them time…

They also talked about Ginny. Harry came to realize he was too young to start a family. The travel he has with his job and his work preventing future dark lords makes family near impossible until things settle down or he gets an apprentice or two. His mum was quick to point out, "Ginny should have talked to you about it before breaking up the way she did." Lily continued with, "She'll regret it. Mark my words." James nodded along before adding, "Don't wait for her to come around. You have options. Live your life to the fullest and give your heart a chance to heal. Don't be afraid to find someone new. Your soul mate is out there. Trust me." Harry felt there was a story there, but that would be another night.

His parent's incarnations seemed angrier than he was about the breakup, but that's to be expected. He hasn't written Ginny off and they may reconnect, but he took what his dad said to heart. Live life to the fullest, follow your heart, and take time to heal.

He talked about calling Andromeda 'mum'. He had felt guilty about it. Lilly's incarnation said she was happy he had a mother figure and was proud of him for having the courage to talk about it. She knew she would always be in Harry's heart and was glad he was open to someone like Andromeda, whom she deeply respected.

They talked about other residential Potter properties. To James' recollection, the only one still habitable, besides Yvoire, was Godric's Hollow. The manor had been destroyed with fiend fire, but the estate grounds were still there. The basement vault was likely still there, but getting to it would be a challenge. And the wards were lethal to non family members. Most of the valuables were transported to the Gringotts vault by the elves before they were slaughtered. Of the four Potter elves, only Pipsey survived.

It was worth a visit. The grounds were beautiful and rebuilding on them made a lot of sense. But that would be expensive. James once had a bachelor's pad on Diagon Alley, but he sold it when he got married. James did not know anything about the Peverell properties as Harry was the first to assume the title. He suggested summoning Charlus or looking in the vault for a portrait, if anyone would know...

The rest of their time together was spent playing scrabble, enjoying old stories and just relaxing. Harry vowed to enter his mindscape at least weekly. This was very therapeutic. Getting out of the tub, he felt better than he had in days. He toweled off, put on a nice set of Kreacher approved clothes, and headed down for breakfast. He had not heard from the DMA, but he knew it was just a matter of time. They said Thursday, two days from today, he would hold them to it. Hopefully they would not wait too long. Lives were at stake. The auction was three days away now.

Coming down to the second floor, Harry was overwhelmed with the heavenly scent of a hearty breakfast. Pipsey was preparing breakfast for the family. Harry knew better than to try and help, she would be offended. The girls were back and waiting for him. Clearly they had eaten. Hopefully just a rabbit. Harry settled in and decided to just talk to his little family while going through his mail from the banishing box. Since Pipsey was there, he would stick to English. No, strike that, French. He needed to sharpen that skill a bit now that he had a home here.

"Gareth Greengrass sent a letter of apology. That was unexpected. Apparently, he deeply regrets his behavior at Gringotts and hopes to make it up to me when I am back in London. He Says he has always been close to his nieces and let his protectiveness override his good nature and professionalism. He hopes I do not take it out on Daphne. Seriously? Like I'd do that. What do you guys make of this? I figured him for an arrogant and vindictive ass."

Pipsey chimed in with, "Maybe he was just having a bad day. Most people are good at heart, Master Harry." Pispsey always made him smile. She was a sweetheart. Harry felt like he needed Kreacher's input on this one. That would be amusing.

Artemis had a different opinion. §"He is a sycophant. No doubt he is wanting to hitch his wagon to the biggest game in town. Watch your back with him. He'll switch on a dime."§ The other girls were nodding along. Harry gave a short nod of agreement.

Opening the next letter, "Hermione asked if she could visit. She wants to check on me and make sure I am OK. Oh god. Something about my 'id' and 'Super Ego'. She really reads too many books. You have GOT to love Hermione." Harry read the letter again. No doubt about it, she is his best friend.

"She is a good friend, Master Harry!" Pipsey nodded along so much her ears were shaking.

Harry took another sip of tea and pontificated, "If she were an elemental, it would be Air all the way. She needs a little 'fire' mixed in. I guess that's why she's with Ron. Only way I can make sense of that crazy pairing."

Selene tilted her head mischievously. "§We all like Hermione, Harry. The question is, do YOU like her, love her, lust after her, or want her to bear your progeny?§" The other girls were hissing in laughter. Hecate seemed to think it was less funny and appeared to be waiting on an answer. She had always liked Hermione best and deeply despised Ron. Selene just liked to keep Harry on edge. Silly flirt.

Harry laughed and smiled. He was not answering that question. He did care for her. He just wished she would get out from behind her books more. Harry wrote her a quick note including his Yvoire address. He asked her to come by next week before he left. Too much "interesting work" to do before then. 'Interesting work' was code for DOM work and Hermione would understand it. If she decided to come by before next week, it would mean she was helping. He doubted that would happen. She had had enough of that life. Yet, she is dating an Auror… Maybe there was a little fire there too.

Next letter, "Colin's press passes came through. Daphne must have pushed it to get this fast a turn around." He'd hand-deliver them when they meet up. One for the Beauxbaton Garden event and one for the Auction. He could use a friendly face there.

Last letter was from Arthur Weasley. "Arthur wrote us. He invites us over for Boxing Day with Teddy and Andromeda. He and Molly are not happy that Ginny and I split, but they want to make sure I know I am always welcome. Oh, boy. There is blame here, but not directed at me." Laughing, Harry looked at Pipsey and the girls and said, "I bet Molly had a heifer! How much you wanna bet Ginny got a howler over it all!" The girls 'hiss' away in delightful laughter. This laughter had a slightly malicious tone to it.

Harry put down the letter. "Arthur has always been there for me. So calm. That man is the calmest person I have ever met." He pulled out some paper and began writing a response. Thanking them both for their kindness and saying he respects Ginny's need to walk her own path. He added, they were still very close friends. Harry inquired about the ministry and how Molly was enjoying the beginning of autumn. He knew that was her favorite season. He'd wrap up the letter and send it when he spoke with Andromeda about Boxing Day.

Andromeda and Teddy came up as Harry was setting the passes aside. Pipsey had made chocolate chip pancakes for Teddy. Plenty of whipped cream. Andromeda preferred toast and black coffee. Harry enjoyed a loaded omelet and a second cup of Earl Grey. Teddy talked about everything he had seen in Yvoire and the back yard. He seemed to love the house. But he loved everything. His face was delightfully smeared with chocolate and whipped cream. Where is a camera when you need one?

Harry paused after finishing breakfast and asked Andromeda if he could call her mum when in private. He would still refer to her as Andromeda or Lady Black in social and Professional settings. She enthusiastically agreed. She was very much interested in attending Boxing Day with the Weasley family. She did occasionally enjoy a casual atmosphere. She asked if Harry would be OK around Ginny. After considering it, he said he would as long as she didn't bring a date. Harry completed the Weasley letter, accepting the invitation, and sent it through his banishing box. They then wrapped up breakfast so they could meet Colin at 7:30 in front of the Yvoire Five-Senses Garden. More and more, this was feeling like home.

-CS-

The Five Senses Gardens

Yvoire, France

The Tour and the Gardens

Harry accompanied Andromeda and Teddy to the photoshoot. Colin was so excited! He captured a number of photos in the gardens. Teddy alone, with Andromeda, with Harry, and all three together. Harry even got a sit with Colin while Andromeda took the picture. As they were wrapping up, a very poised gentleman approached them.

The man was tall and had very symmetric features. "Hello, I hope you are enjoying the gardens. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nicolas Flamel and these are my gardens. Well, my wife's gardens, actually." He then extended his hand.

Harry enthusiastically took his hand, "Mr. Flamel, it is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Harry Potter and I have been hoping to have a word with you. This is Andromeda Tonks, the Lady Black, my God son Edward Tonks, the heir to the Black family, and my long-time friend Colin Creevey."

"My name is Teddy!" The young boy exclaimed while shaking the hand of Mr. Flamel. His hair shifted to the same shade as Nicolas, much to his surprise. They all chuckled at the introduction to Teddy. Hands were kissed and social peasantries were exchanged.

Once the fancy talk was complete, Nicolas Flamel opened up with his desire to discuss the events that brought Harry to the DMA. "Firstly, I would like to welcome you to Yvoire. Your parents loved that charming house and Perenelle and I are both overjoyed that you have decided to keep it. We did discuss your letter and would like to invite you and your lovely family over for dinner to discuss the issues at hand. Perhaps next Friday, Mr. Potter?"

Harry winced at the date, "Please, call me Harry. Unfortunately, I have a social event that day. A Bachelor Wizard auction, if you can believe it. For a good cause, of course. Can we possibly meet soon after?"

"That would be fine, Harry. I will discuss with my wife and arrange a more suitable date. And please, call me Nicolas." Staring at Harry for a moment longer than expected, he added, "Your father was my apprentice and he was brilliant. You very much resemble him. Except, as I am sure you have heard, the eyes. I look forward to sharing stories with you."

Nicolas thanked them and departed, promising to arrange a dinner in the near future. They had just met the most influential mage in France.

Daphne and Astoria showed up at that point. Harry thought he recognized Astoria, but was having trouble remembering where. She was petite and pretty. Outwardly, she seemed very much like her sister. But she had a warmth to her similar to Andromeda. Her eyes seemed less guarded. Harry was introduced and kissed her hand. He felt something. Something… tainted. A curse maybe? He just stared at her.

Suddenly, voice from the past drawled out, "Don't even think it, Potter! Astoria is my fiancé, you can't have everyone." Standing to the side, was his old nemesis, Draco Malfoy.

"Well, Malfoy. You seem to be punching above your belt." Colin chuckled. He was the only one that got it.

Draco, like the other pure bloods, looked confused. "Is that a muggle phrase? Really, Harry. I expected better. Why not insult me in Russian or Swahili?"

Harry just laughed. "It means you did well, Draco. Ms. Greengrass is a lovely young witch." Turning to Astoria added, "Sorry I stared, I felt… well. Probably nothing. Draco, do you remember Colin? I assume you are here for a photo?" Colin looked meek. He had been on the receiving end of Draco's vicious insults before and did not seem comfortable.

Nodding stiffly to Colin, Draco simply stated, "Mr. Creevey. No, Harry, I am only here to see the sights and to take Astoria shopping."

Colin took the sisters along and began the photo session. Andromeda excused herself and took Teddy to a nearby shop. Clearly, Draco had a question for Harry. Harry took Draco to a local bistro and ordered coffee and croissants.

Draco started talking before the coffee arrived. "Harry, I need to ask, why were you staring at Astoria? That was not a normal look. What do you see?"

Annoyed at the lack of security, Harry cast a sound disruption charm to prevent eavesdropping. He silently summoned an orbital spy and, once satisfied, began, "She has a curse on her. A very old one. But you know that, don't you." Looking up at Draco, he focused is gaze. "Did you come here just to see my reaction?"

Wincing, Draco responded, "Yes, Harry. The Greengrass women have a longstanding blood malediction. It skips a few generations here or there, but it resurfaces. I wondered if you could sense it." Harry could see how pained Draco was.

"It's old Draco. Very old, actually. I suspect it was once far more potent. Time waters curses down. I only just sensed it, but it's there. Currently buried. I suspect she suffers a bit now, but the full effects have yet to be triggered. Maybe." Harry knew Draco had suffered over the years. Between his Deatheater father and the Horcrux exposure in Harry's scar. It had particularly loved affecting Draco.

"We are here for treatment. The best healers in Europe can't seem to make any headway, they just treat the symptoms. Unfortunately, it's not a sickness or a normal curse. They don't know what to do with it and I don't know where to turn. I can't lose her, Harry. I just can't."

The coffee arrived and they quietly ate and sipped. After Harry checked it for toxins and potions. Draco watched him with amusement. Their friendship took years to build, but it was solid. They still loved the verbal sparring, it now just stayed witty and fun, rather than malicious.

"Have you talked to Andromeda? She is an excellent healer AND she knows her curses. She is the Lady Black, you know." Harry had seen her in action, both treating and delivering curses. She could be as frightening as Bellatrix. In her own way.

"Yes, Harry. She recommended I talk to you." Draco just waited. Harry could see the man looked tired. As he thought about the situation, he realized that he really was one of the leading authorities on ancient curses. And this one screamed Nethermantic curse.

"I only got a brief look at it. Come by the house tonight, and I'll take a closer look. Bill is coming by with his family, he is good with curses, too. Especially anything from Egypt." Finishing his coffee, Harry added, "In the meantime, just relax and enjoy Yvoire. The curse is mostly dormant and the area is lovely. I'll have Pipsey make something for dinner. Let's keep it casual, though. Nothing fancy." Harry didn't want Draco to dress up. "We will likely be spending time outside the house. Dress appropriately. And expect it to get very cold. Don't wear anything enchanted that can't be removed. Given how faint the signal is, it might throw me off."

"Thanks, Harry. Really." Pausing a moment, Draco added, "I am sorry to hear about your split with Ginevra. If I can help, let me know." Harry knew that he meant it. All of it. He just smiled and nodded.

They were soon joined by the rest of the family. 'The family'. Harry realized that they were all either related or would be once Draco married Astoria. So different than a decade ago. Removing the privacy charms and releasing his orbital spy, he stood and offered Astoria his seat. They made plans for dinner at Harry's house, and Harry's party broke off.

The ladies apparated back to Harry's house and prepared for the trip to Gringotts. Harry opted to walk with Colin and talk. He handed Colin the press passes and advised him to always buy from Wizarding stores. He gave Colin the basic run down that he had received from Andromeda. He could tell Colin had no idea how his purchases had affected his treatment. Harry really needed to get the word out.

Finally, he advised Colin to consider Draco a potential client. Seeing Colin's inner 'Griffindor' start to come out, Harry hastily added that Draco had grown up and changed for the better. Harry invited his friend up for tea and a little down time, then back for dinner. But Colin had to develop his photos and finish buying his clothes for the events.

Entering his house, Daphne and Andromeda looked like they were waiting on him. He knew they had an idea about the discussion with Draco. "I assume you both knew about Astoria's curse?"

Both women nodded. Andromeda asked the key question, "Can you help?"

Harry took a deep breath, "Maybe. I'll take a look tonight. Whatever the curse is, it's an old malediction. Daphne, can you pull together your thoughts on your family history. Think in terms of a millennia or more in the past. Whenever the first time the curse was mentioned in your family. If it only affects Greengrass women, it may have come through other family lines by marriage. The more we know, the better."

Realizing he was suddenly having a dinner party, Harry looked around. Slightly panicked, he exclaimed, "Oh, Merlin. We need furniture. I can't just sit them at the table all night. Mum, Daphne, do either of you know anyone who could get us a few pieces for the main room? Something in the right style for the house? Comfy and kid friendly? Kind of fast?" Harry suddenly looked insecure. "I didn't think this through. Maybe there's a shop in Yvoire…"

Daphne came over and hugged him. She never hugged. She was like Harry, not one for displays of affection. "Thank you, Harry. Don't worry about the furniture. I can't tell you what this means to us all." Then the waterworks started.

Harry awkwardly patted her on the back. "Hey, we're going to be family soon." He suddenly remembered Astoria. She was a Slytherin that never fit the stereotype. When Hannah or one of her friends had cursed him, Astoria and two others eventually came over and helped him up. He didn't know any of them, but they were wearing Slytherin colors. Astoria showed him more kindness than all of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff combined. With a few exceptions, of course. No way would he turn his back on her.

Bill and Fleur came over with Victoire. They would stay with Teddy while Harry and his crew went to Gringotts. His Familiar showed up and played with the kids. His familiar loved the kids and Fleur. Harry briefed Bill on Astoria and the need to get a better look at the curse. It would be a long night, but so worth it.

-CS-

Gringotts

Paris Branch

11AM

Harry, Andromeda, and Daphne arrive at Gringotts a few minutes early. The Paris branch is a little different than the London Branch. It was somewhat brighter and had more crystal chandeliers. They were met by Director Argus, Head of the Paris branch, as well as Director Ragnok, from the London Branch. Pleasantries were exchanged and they were led back into one of the conference rooms.

As they walked through the bank, the goblins stopped what they were doing and stared at them. Harry began to notice that they were all whispering. This was odd. He'd never seen goblins act like this before. Were French goblins different in behavior than British goblins?

Noticing all the stares and whispers, Harry asked the obvious question, "Director Argus, why are so many of your employees watching me? Is there something about today's meeting that I don't know?"

"There is nothing out of the ordinary, but you are well known to the Goblin Nation. They are excited to see their favorite wizard. You are quite the celebrity, Lord Potter. Or is it Lord Peverell?"

Harry knew his track record at Gringotts. He also knew they cut him a tremendous amount of slack. Most wizards would be horrifically punished for his outbursts. "Potter is fine, sir. I am afraid your employees are going to be very disappointed, this is just a simple visit."

With a sharp toothed smile and a wicked gleam in his eye, Director Ragnok chimed in, "There is never anything simple about you, Lord Potter."

Director Argus was so excited, he was practically jumping up and down. Harry wondered if he would be signing battle axes or something. He had every intention of disappointing them. No drama today.

This would be simple. In and out. No trouble. Where had he heard that before?

Entering the conference room, they were greeted by one of the Black family lawyers, a Mister Brun. A few notaries were present as well as a small number of guards. All waiting to see something fun. Harry was determined to disappoint them.

Mr. Brun approached and gave a small head bow. Harry extended his hand. "Mr. Brun, thank you for attending on short notice. I'm sure you remember Lady Black. I'd also like to present Ms. Greengrass." The lawyer kissed her hand and turned to Daphne. Repeating the process.

"I am glad to be of service. Now, on to business." Those Black family lawyers don't mince words. Vicious bastards. Harry frequently missed Ted.

Once they were all seated, the business review took place. Harry heard a repeat of all that Andromeda had walked him through. The changes Harry had discussed were reviewed and implemented. Then it got interesting.

Director Ragnok then got to family stipends. "Ms. Weasley has asked for a cessation of her stipend and has petitioned to return the unused portion of what has already been paid out. Lord Black, how would you like us to proceed?"

That surprised him. He was still considering how and when to end the stipend. Andromeda had convinced him to give Ginny notice and a period of time to adjust before ending it completely. He was still angry, so he decided not to do anything. When did his grief turn to anger?

"Director, how much of the payout is she returning?" Harry really wanted to know.

"Approximately 89% of the payout to date. She has not drawn from it significantly over the last year." He looked like he was waiting for Harry to blow up or wail in grief. Nope. Not today, at least – not here.

"Very well. Put it into a separate account. Maybe we can donate it to the Harpies or get her to endorse some of our businesses. Or something. Season tickets? I don't know." Harry looked over at Andromeda. She had an unusual look on her face. Surprise maybe. "Lady Black will let you know what we want to do with the funds."

Next, Director Ragnok discussed legal issues. Last time Harry was a part of these discussions, it involved suing the Ministry for the Godric's Hollow ownership. Now that he had defeated Voldemort once again and personally saved MANY lives, there would be no moderation. This should be interesting.

Apparently, there were a few lawsuits against the Black family. Many by Conservative and Traditionalist families that claimed the Black family turned on them without just cause. Basically, they claim the Black family led them to Voldemort, pressed them into service, and then switched sides. Harry was too stunned to be angry. Could it be true? He always thought the Malfoy family, Abraxas Malfoy specifically, had been the one recruiting and applying pressure. Maybe the LeStrange family, too.

Andromeda took control. "Director Ragnok, it appears we were not informed of this in advance of our meeting. Mr. Brun is our attorney and he can review the documentation and begin counter actions. Let's proceed with the inheritance that came with Harry's twenty first birthday. Mr. Brun, I trust you have this in hand?" Mr. Brun looked over and simply nodded.

Looking like someone had stolen his favorite battle axe, Ragnok proceeded with the Potter holdings and condition of the primary vault. The vault held a number of family artefacts and magical tomes. It also held nearly two hundred orichalcum coins and a dozen orichalcum bars. Dumbledore admitted to using a few dozen of the coins to learn more about horcruxes in his attempt to help Harry. Harry just let it go. About three quarters of the original quantity was left. The tomes were primarily large discs written in Theran, aka, Linear A ***. Few could interpret them, as Dumbledore learned. Harry, was one of those few, Albus was not.

The galleons were nowhere near as high as Harry had expected. It was actually less than what was left of his trust vault. Harry knew his liquid assets in the Black family were enormous and he had no need to ever fear being out of galleons, but he wanted to shore up the Potter funds too. He still saw the Black fortune as belonging more to Andromeda and Teddy. In the near future, he planned to partition the funds between the branches and it would not do for the Potter funds to be dry.

The Potter estate is still wealthy on paper. They were massively invested in various wizarding businesses across Great Britain and in Europe as a whole. There were also plenty of investments outside of Europe. The account strategy was focused on rebuilding the wizarding economy with prodigious investments. Apparently, Dumbledore expanded on what the Potters originally invested in and diversified into South America, parts of Africa, Australia, Canada and the US. He moved most of the liquid assets to this 'investment only' strategy after getting control of the vaults when Harry was placed with the Dursley's. The Potter vault now had much less liquid funds than it did twenty years ago, but far more assets and influence.

Obviously, Dumbledore used his connections in the ICW to invest strategically, and it had paid off. The return was high. Unfortunately, the vault was nowhere near as liquid as it should be due to the re-investing strategies left in place. However, the influence Harry now had through the Potter name and holdings was almost like the Malfoy family once was. Technically, The Potter estate was at its wealthiest in family history, but had the least amount of galleons in the vault.

Of course, the Black accounts would and had always dwarfed the Potters by a factor of at least fifty. But, while the Potters very affluent, the Black family was filthy rich. Now that Dumbledore and the investments he made had compounded over twenty years, the Potter estate was indeed a small fortune. Just not liquid. Based on what Ragnok was showing him, overall value had increased in value by a factor of eight or nine.

Harry's feelings were mixed because Dumbledore had no right to do this. Harry wondered if it was even legal given Dumbledore's position in the ICW. Wizarding law was different than Muggle law. Hermione would shake her head and cry foul. But Harry knew enough about the Wizarding world to know it was probably just part of the 'Old Wizards Club'. He would privately confirm this. Andromeda had taken back control with Ted's help, but with the war turmoil, minimal changes were made.

Harry put the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes investment into the Potter holdings. He also transferred half of the funds it had paid to the Potter vault with the other half earmarked for re-investing. Ideally in a Paris location. Director Argus agreed to have his team look for a suitable location. Ragnok would inform George of the re-investment and potential opportunity in Paris.

Harry also moved his trust vault back to the main family vault along with his funds from the Basilisk harvesting. Knowing the actual exchange rate, Harry realized how significant this actually was. He changed the investment strategy from the '100% re-investment' strategy that Dumbledore set up to a more reasonable, but still very aggressive 50%. That would help build up the funds while continuing to expand the assets.

The list of businesses owned and partially owned by the Potter family was too large for review today. Harry would get an independent solicitor to review the accounts and holdings. Andromeda said she could help him. Basically, he needed a new Ted. One holding did catch his eye, apparently Dumbledore purchased 40% of the Puddlemere United quidditch team. Knowing the old man was an avid fan, Harry saw this as a selfish indulgence. 'Hey, maybe I can get box seats. Time to stop only following the Harpies,' he thought somewhat sadly.

He decided to continue donating 100% of the profits from his likeness to various orphan funds and charities. It was a very tidy sum and it built a great deal of good will for the Potter name. He asked Mr. Brun to have his team review the accounts to make sure the Charities were well managed and passing on the bulk of the funds to the proper families.

Daphne put forth a new trademarked design. It was a simple lightning bolt. It would be used for any product Harry developed and personally approved for his 'brand'. She had ideas she was going to cover with Harry when he was back in London. It would separate the 'independently licensed' products from the 'HP Owned' products. Harry had liked the idea and was looking forward to her thoughts. He had a few Ideas as well.

Ragnok took the application for the design and agreed to submit it within twenty four hours. Director Argus did raise a concern that it may be too generic for international approval. Daphne presented a few stylized versions that would be less generic. They could be submitted if the application failed to be approved.

Ragnok cleared his throat and moved to the next topic. "Now, onto the Potter residential properties." This is why Harry was here.

"The Potter family owns the home at Godric's Hollow. Fully restored and placed in stasis per instructions from Lady Black. It currently sits on a conjunction of two ley lines. Magical collection stones around the perimeter of the property have been disabled and returned to the ministry as of your twenty first birthday. With their removal, the wards were fully charged within three days. As of today, the Potter wards are now fully charged and the Gringotts wards have been removed. Of note is a very lethal ward on the staircase. We avoided it per your instructions, so the staircase has not been re-finished. Fortunately, it was in excellent condition. The furniture in the house was similarly restored. The only pieces that could not be restored were in the nursery and were destroyed when Voldemort was killed. The first time he was killed."

Not easy to listen to, but that was done now.

"The next property is the 118 acre primary estate. It is located in Oxfordshire on the edge of the ancient forest of Wychwood. The manor house is completely destroyed. A few of the other buildings were put in stasis and are still in functional condition. They include a dowager house, a groundskeeper house, and various maintenance and storage buildings. The ministry had been collecting mana as it has three ley lines that join on the property, but this ceased on your twenty first birthday."

Harry interrupted, "What the hell?" Harry had no idea the ministry was siphoning off his estates mana supply. The Godric's Hollow house he knew about as it was part of the settlement. The manor property he did not agree to. Bastards. And Dumbledore let them do it! Apparently, his reaction held a bit of 'flair'. The temperature dropped and he saw his hands were starting to clench into fists. Director Ragnok stopped talking and watched jubilantly.

Then, Ragnok began again, "The gates contained a few bars of orichalcum and were removed when the ministry fell. They were not returned, but we should be able to track them down as long as they were not melted down and divided."

Now Harry was getting pissed. His family property had been raided. "Track them down Director Ragnok! Those were family artifacts. They dated back to before the Bronze Age and I will have them returned. Mark my words, there will be a reckoning! I will not rest until the looters are found and punished!" A bright electrical spark leapt involuntarily from Harry's left fist to the center piece on the table, destroying it utterly and leaving a smoldering burn mark. Waving his hand, Harry extinguished the flame. Director Argus was just beside himself with joy. Despite himself, Harry was putting on a show.

Continuing, Ragnok smiled viciously, "And so they shall, Lord Potter! So they shall. Now. The grounds have a low stone fence that has center posts every one hundred feet or so with various protection enchantments and wards. One post was destroyed, likely in the initial attack. Another post was in the process of being moved, but, once Voldemort fell, deconstruction ended. It can be re-built along with the destroyed post for a moderate sum."

Harry nodded. "Proceed with the reconstruction of the stone fence and posts." He would inspect the condition and make his own evaluations. Building wards was something he and Bill could do, but they could layer on top of Gringotts wards easily enough.

Harry quickly added, "Mr. Brun, I'd like you to take steps for re-compensation for the stolen Mana. No discounts. I don't care if it was started while Voldemort was in power, they never returned the mana or stopped operations. The perpetrators may have even done it after the first war. Likely, they took the orichalcum as well. If it is the ministry, track it to the department and the individuals that signed for it." Staring directly at Mr. Brun, Harry added, "I want blood, Mr. Brun. Do you understand me?" The lawyer simply smiled and nodded. Harry's eyes were glowing.

Andromeda noted that Harry may need new glasses, these no longer do enough to contain his glowing eyes. Her eyes were showing pure pride. Harry was so much like Dorea. So much like Arcturus. He is a perfect Lord Black. Well, he will be. With a little coaching.

Ragnok grinned and continued "There appears to have been mining activity to find the basement vault, but the efforts were unsuccessful and abandoned upon your victory. Overall condition of the estate is very good." Harry just smiled. He knew what happened. No doubt the body count was too high to continue. Charlus was one skilled Warder. Without an inside man, likely Pettigrew, Voldemort's forces never would have breached those wards. His wards were ahead of their time.

The director took a sip of water and proceeded. "You have already taken possession of the Yvoire home. Nothing to add to what has already been communicated. Of note is the minor ley line intersection on the property, which is probably why the Potters purchased it to begin with."

Harry simply nodded, signaling Ragnok to continue.

"As for rental property, you own 3 properties in Diagon alley. All of which are rented out. One has a tenant that fell behind in the payments and is to be evicted at the end of the month. You own one property in Horizont alley, currently leased, and one property in Carkitt Market, currently open."

"Director Ragnok, which shop in Diagon alley is about to be closed?" Harry was curious about this. His knowledge of the Potter properties was minimal. Obviously, much of this came from Albus' investments.

"Florian Fontescue's shop fell behind during the war and never was able to recover solvency."

"I'm not going to close Florean Fontescue's. Please reach out to the Fontescue family and let them know we will work this out. The man gave me free ice cream when I was down on my luck, there is no way I'm shutting his doors. Who else is leasing from me?"

"In Diagon alley, there is space rented to 'Bells' and 'Sugar Plums'. Horizont alley has space rented to 'Flimflam's Lanterns'. Finally, Carkitt market has property beside 'Cogg and Bell Clockmakers'. This is a good upscale property and we expect it to fill soon."

Harry nodded along to this. He would have to check out these properties soon. "Thank you, Director." He had a soft spot for Bell's. Not only was it Katie's family that ran it, but it had the best Shepherd's pie. "Daphne, if you have any ideas for the open property, please let me know." Harry noted that she had already been taking notes.

"The Potter estate also has three Hogsmeade properties. One is currently empty retail space. The other property is leased out by the 'Wizarding Wireless Network'. Lastly, you own a modest sized wooden house nick-named 'the shrieking shack'. Of note is the ley line that runs through the property toward Hogwarts and the reputation for being haunted."

"I own the Shrieking Shack. Wow. That has a good amount of property, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter. Five and a half acres to be specific."

Harry wondered if he could build there. A small Tudor cottage, maybe? The land was nice… When he had kids, it would be good to be close to school. Good hills for sledding. Assuming they don't go to Beauxbaton's or Ilvermorney.

"Finally, you own wizarding business properties in the United States, France, Peru, Brazil, and Uganda. I can review the details with you now or I can make this information available to your solicitors. The list is extensive and we have a lot of ground to cover."

"Let's review the French properties in detail and the rest to be delivered to my solicitors." Harry's head was beginning to spin a little.

"Very well, you own three properties here on the 'Place Cachée', here in Magical Paris. All of which you can see from the second floor of this branch. Two locations that are leased and one location that is currently empty. It is in the shopping district, but it is rather narrow. It's narrowness makes it a challenge to rent. The establishments are all together, making it easy to find them. The two rented properties are 'Belle écriture' fine writing store and 'Dans le Sac', In the Bag - briefcases and bags for the discerning professional witch or wizard."

After the properties, Ragnok reviewed the charities and outstanding debts owed to the Potter estate. It lasted over an hour. Harry deferred the non-property businesses investments held to his solicitors. They would be here all day at this rate. He'd rather review in London.

Once completed they took a brief recess. Harry sent Colin a note – he did not see any possible way he could meet him today in Paris. They would just synch up in Yvoire for the afternoon photos with Bill and Fleur.

When they were all seated, Director Ragnok started with a surprising question. "Now, would you like us to begin with the Peverell, Slytherin, or Dumbledore accounts?" You could hear a pin drop.

"Dumbledore accounts? What Dumbledore accounts?" Harry had mended fences with Dumbledore before he died, but the man had left everything to the school and his brother. "Oh good lord. Let's start with Slytherin. That should be short and easy."

"The Slytherin vault is bare, the Gaunt family spent the entirety of the holdings. The only assets that come with the Slytherin title is a founding seat on the Wizengamot and a seat on the board of directors for Hogwarts." At this, Harry just laughed and shook his head. Two groups he had no interest in.

To activate the seat on the Wizengamot comes at the standard price of 10,000 Galleons. The seat on the Hogwarts board can be activated after teaching a class at Hogwarts for one school year. During this time, you will live on the school grounds and be the head of the Slytherin house."

Andromeda was staring at him. Daphne was looking at him as well. The message was clear, 'Please don't reject this out of hand.' Harry just started to laugh. He tried to hold it back, really he did. The harder he tried, the redder he became. After about ten seconds, he just let it all out. "Directors, maybe we can get something a little stronger down here. Do we have any fire whiskey?" Time to 'let loose' my 'inner Potter', the goblins were going to get a show.

Andromeda had her most disapproving face on. Tonks had told him about that look. But what really stopped him from cutting loose was the look on Daphne's face. She looked crushed. Harry put back on his game face. "There may be some benefit to this. I'll take it under advisement. Let's skip the whiskey. Is that all for the Slytherin account?"

Andromeda noted the change in tone. She also noted the way he looked at Daphne right before he regained control of his temper. Was he just being polite? Could there be more?

Ragnok shook his head, "Unfortunately, Lord Potter, there is more. The Slytherin account comes with a debt of approximately Two hundred and ninety six thousand galleons that need to be paid to the British ministry before any of the benefits can be realized. Most of this is from the Gaunt family debts and they have been growing with interest and late fees."

Harry did the math in his head, "That's over ten million pounds!" Harry could not even think in terms of that much money. Shaking his head he was about to tell Ragnok and company where the ministry could go to get the late fees…

Andromeda quickly inserted herself before Harry could utter a word. "We'll pay it! Out of the Black accounts. Along with the Wizengamot seat." Looking sharply at Harry, who was stunned beyond measure. "Think of your Godson." That shut him down.

Harry was lost. There was much discussion at this point. Mr. Brun was talking to Andromeda, Daphne was almost in tears she was so happy, Harry slowly rose up, walked to a the corner, and focused on holding down his breakfast. He just paid over ten million pounds to become Lord Slytherin. He shifted his hearing a bit and heard Andromeda say something about childhood trauma and needing time. A word about delaying this session… Harry coughed out a simple "No. Hell NO!"

Harry did not want to draw this out. "Let's proceed. I'd like to wrap this painful visit up." Andromeda and Daphne looked concerned. Looking at the table, it seemed a bit green. He realized he had overwhelmed his glasses and his eyes were glowing full beam.

"Ignoring His companions, Ragnok began again. "You have inherited the Dumbledore vault and the Hogs Head establishment in Hogsmeade. Aberforth Dumbledore asks that you view his memory before claiming the contents of the vault or the establishment. The vault content consists of eighteen hundred and twelve galleons, numerous books from the now extinct Dumbledore line, and various family heirlooms. The inn is currently in stasis awaiting your review and visitation. Additionally, there is one house elf that is associated with the Dumbledore family and comes with the estate."

"I see. Well, I guess it can't hurt to take a look. I'll view the memory in private when I return to Britain." Pausing a moment, Harry added, "I barely ever even spoke to the man. He was kind of a jackass and I think he came to his brother's wake drunk... I can't say I liked him. I might have punched him in the face. This is really odd, when did he pass away?"

Ragnok simply shrugged and said, "He was found in his pub last week. He had acute liver failure and had been on an all week drinking binge. No one knew he was dead for three days. It was only a complaint about the smell that resulted in his being found."

Harry found that truly heart breaking.

Harry had a sudden thought, "Lady Black, Ms. Greengrass, do you remember if Hogsmeade has any other inns? I really don't remember any." Both women considered the question, then shook their heads.

"Director, can you look into what it would take to purchase the surrounding properties? It's near the main strip, but if I'm going to own an inn, I'd like it to be a nice inn on a nice street. Please do this before anyone knows I am the new owner, I'd like to buy for less. We could have our own shopping district if we do this right." Pausing a moment, Harry added, "Also, see if we can get the property around the 'shrieking shack' for as low a price as possible. I bet that is near worthless due to the reputation of the property."

Andromeda and Daphne looked suddenly very interested.

Ragnok nodded and began once more. "Now, the Peverell estate. Apparently, a Potter married into the Peverell line. His wife, a Peverell by birth, was your many times great grandmother. She felt uneasy about many of the artifacts his wife inherited and was compelled to place them in a separate vault for when there is an uncontested heir. The other Peverell women who joined other families did the same. They kept the gold, but placed the 'unusual' objects in the Peverell vault until an uncontested heir claimed it."

Ragnok took a sip of water before continuing. "You see, Lord Potter, the Peverell line was split across multiple families. Namely, the Potters, the Gaunts, and the Blacks. You are now the head of all three families, with Slytherin absorbing Gaunt, making you the undisputed head of the Peverell family. Those artifacts put in storage by your ancestors are in one of the deepest vaults in Gringotts. We do not know what is there. All we know is that it is not gold. It is opened by a drop of blood and your ring."

Ragnok looked over his clients and shifted topics. "Now, family alliances. Shall we proceed?"

Andromeda stepped in quickly, "No, Director. We need to delay that discussion until I have time to educate and advise Lord Black. Before we break for the day, can you confirm that there are no open marriage contracts?" That got Harry's attention.

"No, Lady Black. There are none." Harry slowly began breathing again.

As they wrapped up the meeting, Harry was led out and to a nearby restaurant for a snack. He was mentally exhausted and perplexed. All that, and he was ten million pounds poorer. Well, the Black accounts were.

Someone had been stealing from his property. At least Ginny did the right thing. That made him feel happy. He was now Lord Slytherin. Unbelievable. "Please, please tell me why you did that? Why the Slytherin name?"

"You can't pass that up Harry. A 'Founders' seat is worth five votes at the Wizengamot. 'Even Ancient and Most Noble' families only get three. 'Ancient and Noble' families get two votes and 'Noble' families get one. Order of Merlin first class recipients also get one."

Andromeda was really seeing the deficiencies in Harry's education. Dumbledore should be dug up and killed again. It wasn't just negligent to fail in training a future family head, it was actually criminal.

"You now have five votes as Lord Slytherin, three Votes as Lord Black, one vote as Lord Potter, and one vote as an order of Merlin first class recipient. That is ten votes. Now add in the firmly allied families: Longbottom has three votes, Weasley has one vote, and Greengrass has one vote. Then there is an extra vote from the Malfoys. Yes, Harry. We count them. They owe you. Also, their old allegiances are no longer in place."

Pausing for effect, Andromeda made eye contact and continued, "All in all, you can influence at least sixteen votes. That is unheard of. You essentially control a sizable voting block without even trying. It is doubtful that anyone has come to realize this. When they do, you need to be prepared. The only other 'Founding' seat is with the Smith family from Hufflepuff, but they only have those five as Smith is not a noble house, unlike the Potter family."

Continuing she added, "There may be more allies, Harry. I don't pretend to know if the old Potter alliances are still intact, but I suspect they are. As a rule, Multi-generational alliances usually need to be formally ended. I know of Bones, Abbott, maybe Prewett, through the Weasley family. There are possibly a few more. The Bones are worth three votes and Abbot is worth two. Prewett is worth one, but they tend to be a bit… unusual in their voting. They are a light family that is also a supporter of blood purity." Saying that, Andromeda raised one eyebrow. Her eyebrows speak volumes. Harry often wondered if she practiced using her eyebrows in the mirror when she was younger. Narcissa could do it too. Bellatrix, on the other hand, had only possessed one look – crazy.

Harry let these numbers sink in. "Forget Bones and Abbott... The Bones alliance is dead now. I doubt there is an Abbott alliance." So, can I represent multiple families? Would I have to delegate off any of the seats? I don't remember paying for any of these seats. I need to think about this." Suddenly realizing the count, he looked at Daphne. "So, our families are officially aligned? I thought it was just friendship and something or other."

Daphne paused, considering how much she had to teach him. It was almost sad how little he still understood. She was grateful that he was helping her family. Grateful that he was helping her sister. Beyond the benefits of aligning with him, she really had grown to like him. "Yes, Harry. Our families are aligned. It is an alliance we can both benefit from and do wonderful things for our world."

Daphne took a deep breath, now or never. "Harry, I have regretted for years the way my friends and I behaved at Hogwarts. I can't believe the way I acted and I hope you can forgive me. I want to help shape Magical Britain into a better place for generations to come. Ideally, we can work together to make that kind of bigotry and behavior a thing of the past… Can you forgive me, Harry?" She looked to be in pain and near tears. The ice queen had left the building.

"I'd like that Daphne. And you are forgiven. I'm very glad to be allied with the Noble House of Greengrass." Pausing a moment, he added. "There is too much to look forward to for us to continue looking back." Daphne just smiled and nodded. Harry knew it sounded good, but he was just being nice. Harry would always be haunted by the hell he went through at Hogwarts.

He had received this kind of confession and apology before. The horcrux in his scar had caused so much pain. Ron was so broken up with guilt, he sometimes had trouble relaxing in the same room with him. As did so many others. Draco. McGonagall. Cho Chang. Add in most of the prefects at the school while he attended and pretty much all of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. He knew Daphne was sincere. He couldn't tell her about the horcrux, but he could help mend the wounds.

Andromeda was just looking on with a concerned face. Harry knew she had no idea what he went through. If she had, she never would have hired Daphne. Andromeda may have even refused to support Hogwarts. Given that the Black family is a top donor, cessation of donation would have been terrible for the school.

The tension ended and Harry began to see Daphne as a person he could count on. She struggled with the apology, not because she didn't mean it. She struggled because she meant it so much. Dudley had the same discussion with him after the horcrux was removed. He was now a youth minister, counseling kids with violent behavior. They keep in touch and are as close as siblings. Harry knows Dudley will never completely forgive himself. Nor will Petunia or Vernon. Maybe he will have more success with Daphne. It's not like she behaved too badly. To the best of his knowledge, she just laughed along with the crowd. Her sister was one of the few who ever came to his aid. Water under the bridge.

They went to a few shops and Harry bought a 'one of a kind' bracelet for Gabrielle. It was really nice. Rather expensive, but she was practically family. And he now knew he could afford to be generous once in a while. Andromeda helped him pick it out. The bracelet itself was platinum with sapphires inset. He hoped Gabrielle liked sapphires. If he had time tonight, he'd put a few protection charms on it.

He also purchased a singing Birthday card and a gold Eiffel tower 'charm' for Ginny. She had a charm bracelet she put charms on when she traveled with the Harpies. She would like this. When you held it, you would smell baked bread and red wine. 'A charmed charm'… or would it be a 'charming charmed charm'? That thought made Harry chuckle. Happy Birthday Ginny. It was comparable to the boots she had given him for his birthday. He'd send it off when he got home. The banishing box is a life saver.

It was nearly four o'clock and Colin would be at the house soon to take photos of Bill and Fleur with Victoire. Time to go.

-CS-

Authors Notes

Next, Harry and Bill deal with the curse on the Greengrass family. Plans are made. Teddy meets one of Harry's admirers. Harry considers his options.

Earlier in the story, I thought Teddy's real name was Theodore, but I was wrong. Apparently, it is Edward. I am adjusting this in the earlier chapters. Normally I'd just go with the mistake and live with it, but changing a name is too big to ignore. Sorry. Hopefully I catch them all.

* The Exercises Harry walks through in the morning are straight from the Warrior Discipline in the Earthdawn by FASA. He uses them to keep in shape and improve his dueling skills.

** An incarnation is like a spirit guide that is bequeathed to a recipient. The 'Lightbearer' organization uses that to pass on their ancient lore and skills. Covered extensively in the Dance of Death Prequel. It is how Harry got so good at using his abilities by the age of 21.

*** Linear A is an ancient script that has never been translated. First found in 1893, and later found on the island of Crete. Predates ancient Greek. Used by the Minoans between 1800 and 1400 BCE

****I never really saw the Potter family as being filthy rich. I prefer to think of them as very affluent to moderately wealthy. Nice investments, royalties on inventions (sleekeazy's), Low birth rates, and modest living can result in a nice accumulation of wealth. By the time Harry turned 21, the principal had not been touched and proceeds were re-invested for twenty years. Increasing the overall wealth of the estate by a factor of 8 or 9 is an aggressive, but realistic return. Consider: If a good portfolio doubles in value every 7 years, Dumbledore was able to use his 'old boys network' to double the funds every five years or so. A very well managed fund, aggressively invested, can do that in the real world. Especially with a little 'insider knowledge' helping out. Wizarding laws seem to favor the rich and pure blooded groups, so I don't see it as a stretch to say old Albus would not have seen anything wrong with helping Harry out and rebuilding the wizarding economy at the same time. The man was over a hundred years old in a culture that is, in many ways, even older. Yadda, yadda, greater good.