The Wolfstar Foundation
Albus Dumbledore huffed as he left Gringotts. He had attempted to go through channels he remembered from the War, wizards who worked for the goblins, but had been rebuffed at every turn. Even William Weasley turned him away, though a curse breaker likely wouldn't have had access to the information Albus needed anyways. After a third person who should have felt indebted to Albus told him 'no,' he came to the realization that Petunia Durlsey wielded far more power and goodwill within Gringotts than he had thought. He had originally assumed that the goblins were working with her to spite him, but that should not have swayed all of their human staff as well!
Deciding that Gringotts would be a dead end until he understood why they were so enamoured with Petunia Dursley, Albus shifted his attention to the Ministry. Remus and Andromeda had been acting on her behalf for a while now, and he needed to update himself on their most recent movements in the Ministry. Unfortunately, it seemed that Peony Acacia's file was inextricably linked with that of Sirius Black, and both were currently being reviewed by the Head of the DMLE. He couldn't be sure, but Albus thought he saw Amelia Bones smirk at him when her secretary gave him the news.
Arabella Figg was still a dead end for information, at least of the voluntary kind. At some point Ms. Acacia had elected to pay off the loan on Mrs. Figg's residence, removing the leverage he had used to get her to report on the Dursleys to him. Now the elderly squib was content to simply breed kneazles and cats and live quietly. It didn't help Albus' case that he had misled her concerning the situation at the Dursley household, and the only information he was able to get came from passive Legilimency; it wasn't useful.
Three strikes, and Albus was out of places he felt he could turn for information. The correspondence he'd received indicated that the goblins had found some "forgotten store of valuable artefacts" belonging to him, the implication being that he had an unmanaged vault that he did not remember; and he while he may not know what artefacts they were talking about, he would be damned if he let goblins get their hands on wizarding artefacts they had no business messing with. He had hoped to at least find out what they were talking about, rather than be surprised on the day of the meeting, but as his time dwindled away the old headmaster resigned himself to once again having his plans and expectations destroyed by Petunia Dursley.
I thought we were getting over our differences, he mused to himself, they seemed to understand my actions' explanations back over Christmas… Of course, though caught in his self-righteous attitude he could not see it, understanding is not the same as forgiveness.
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"So you are absolutely sure this is what you and Harry want to get into?" Andromeda asked Petunia Dursley as they sat on the front porch of the Smith's cottage and watched the children playing a game of football on the lawn by the greenhouses. They had met up with several of their friends from Hogwarts that afternoon, after the Dursleys and Polkiss's returned from Easter Service at church, and immediately wanted to teach them how to play the game, "I just feel I should remind you that there hasn't been an attempt to reform Ministry-Muggleblorn relations in a couple decades now. The closest that happens are the periodic attempts to increase the penalties for muggle-baiting, like the bill we've been helping Arthur Weasley on."
Petunia frowned at that. Arthur Weasley's Muggle Protection Act, as he had originally presented it to them, was an exercise in futility. The loose language, and lack of understanding of non magical items, would leave the bill either completely powerless or completely draconian depending on how the Wizengamot chose to read it. Neither outcome was what the man intended for his work.
"I think it might be fun." Petunia finally answered, "I've had much less to do from day to day with the children at school, even with all the things I help with for Harry's Family. Plus, this could be how Harry and Dudley keep themselves grounded in both worlds in a few years."
"I suppose it will depend on how the Creeveys answer." She continued, "If they refuse after learning everything, it might be a sign that we are just overreaching."
"If they do agree, and you decide to go forward, let me know." Mrs. Finch-Fletchley added, tearing herself away from watching her son weave around a group of confused wizards, "My husband and I might be interested in helping with your charity, we could provide materials for the non magical society class you mentioned."
As they were talking, Harry was charging the goal while Ron stood protecting it. The redhead had turned out to be pretty good as a goalie after the basics of the game were explained. At first he complained that no sport not played on brooms could be worth it, but Dudley laughed and asked him how he thought guarding Quidditch hoops and guarding a Football goal were really different; Ron gave it a chance after that.
Harry sent a powerful shot into an upper corner, but Ron was clearly the designated Keeper when his family played Quidditch; he was able to get his hand in front of the ball and bump it out to Tina to get back downfield with a grin on his face.
Neville tried keeping up with her to play defense, but he wasn't taking to Football nearly as well as Ron. He ran out of breath after running back and forth so much, but was definitely going to be joining Dudley more often for his exercise in Hogwarts in the future.
After the game, Petunia and Temperance brought out lemonade to refresh the group and discovered that some of the pureblood wizards had never heard of the drink.
"Tea, water, pumpkin juice?" Ernie Macmillan answered when asked what kinds of things he normally had to drink. Petunia just shook her head, while Harry and Dudley secretly planned to introduce some of their friends to Cola. The sugar rush that would induce would be legendary.
"How are you feeling Sirius?" Temperance asked as she handed him a glass of lemonade, "That was a lot of running around, even as the goalkeeper."
He took a large gulp of the drink before answering, "I'm alright, gonna sleep well tonight!" He laughed, losing his breath for a moment as he did, "But Merlin, if Harry and his friends play this game at home then there's no wonder he's so good at Quidditch. And he runs, Harry just kept running the whole time! With that kind of stamina he could just dodge and beat most duelists by watching them tire themselves out!"
A bit away, Harry and Dean were asking Neville how he enjoyed the game. The other boy was worn out, but was laying on the grass with a smile. He had ultimately managed to take the ball from Christina once and sent it down the field to Harry before they called the game.
Dudley stood beside them, asking the same questions of his Hufflepuff friends that had agreed to come. Ernie enjoyed it; as had Stephen Cornfoot, the quietest boy in their year. But 'Mr.' Wayne Hopkins was clearly unimpressed. He was fanning himself while complaining about how much he was sweating and how a "true wizard" would never find such "strenuous muggle exercise" to be fun. That didn't stop him from complementing the lemonade, though.
"Yeah, and that's why Su Li in Ravenclaw owns you every time you duel in Defense." Dudley replied to Hopkins' complaint, "She does martial arts, uh… that's like professional non magical dueling. I asked her earlier in the year 'cause she had such good reflexes. She said she's been practicing since she was six."
"Do you have any other potential Guardians in mind before we start taking the steps to make this official?" Remus asked a short time later. The adults were sitting around a conjured table in conversation, while the children were mostly split between flying brooms and walking through the trail in the woods after cooling off from the football game.
"Arabella volunteered this morning." She answered, causing Remus to crinkle his nose, "She doesn't have anything to do besides care for those cats of hers, so I told her I would see about it. I don't really know how to contact other people…"
"Once you hear yes or no from the Creeveys I'll see what Gringotts can do to help." Andromeda added, "Though I am sure that explaining the charity to Axegut will take some time."
"Silversnarl is probably going to have a heart attack." Sirius joked, referring to the Accounts Manager for the Black Family and startling the group who was under the impression that he wasn't paying attention; he hadn't taken his eyes off the group of kids since they arrived on the island.
"He looked like he had a good time playing." Temperance whispered into his ear, earning a slight smile from him, "You'll have to work on your stamina so you can keep up with him this summer."
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"You want to what?" Axegut's voice betrayed his utter confusion.
"We are planning to establish a charity," Petunia repeated, "for helping underprivileged witches and wizards to attend Hogwarts as well as make their way afterwards."
"We are planning to provide assistance to more than just muggleborn." Andromeda expounded, "Pureblood and halfblood children who would normally be homeschooled will also be given a chance."
"And how are you getting the members of your Wizengamot to go along with this?" Axegut asked, "I assume the intention of this charity is for other families to donate their own gold as well, no?"
"We are planning to offer introductory courses before first year, and potentially during summer breaks as well, to help recipients of the charity to blend between the worlds more effectively." Petunia answered politically. "The ones we intend to target are those who would be best served by such."
Axegut took a moment to ruminate over that, "There is more than one kind of such course being planned, isn't there. A mirrored pair, one might say?" Seeing the nods from each of the witches in front of him, he grinned a toothless grin and continued, "And is there a reason that you came to me with this proposal today? After all, shouldn't you be preparing for your meeting with Albus Dumbledore in the afternoon?"
"While I admit that the two meetings are connected," Axegut's grin somehow got wider as Petunia spoke, "I was also waiting on acceptance from a muggleborn family in need. They will be the first recipients of the charity." She waited while he processed that, "They have agreed to let me be their children's Magical Guardian; which is something that I want to push with this charity, options for contacts in the magical world. Non magical parents should be given a choice as to who their children's other Guardian is, rather than being forced to accept an assignment from the school."
"Well, why don't we get things started so the parchmentwork can begin?" The goblin offered, "I must admit I am not sure how well this will go over, but it is still my job to assist you. If possible, I would like the chance to confirm with Heir Potter that this is what he wants. I mean no offense, it is just that this account has been so…"
"I understand, Axegut, that won't be a problem." Petunia interrupted him, "I didn't want to bring Harry to the meeting with Albus, but I'll make sure we come by at the start of the summer so you can speak with him. Will that be soon enough?"
"Of course, ma'am." He replied, "Please understand that it is not that I do not trust either of you. I just need to be able to document that everything has been handled properly after what happened over the past decade."
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"Ron, could I talk to you about Harry and his family for a bit." Arthur pulled his son aside after they finished dinner. "You've visited them twice now, and gotten to know them in school, I was wondering what you could tell me about them."
"I am actually in Potter's House, father, so I can tell you all about him." Percy interjected, "He's rather smart, particularly in potions and herbology, and earned plenty of House Points as well. He is also at the top of his class for defense, but-"
"Yes Percy, as a prefect I'm sure you know all about his academic ability; and anyone can tell me about how well he flies." Arthus sighed, "I was hoping your brother could tell me something more interesting about who he is."
"I don't understand." Percy replied.
"I know," Arthur explained without any malice, "but what I'm looking for isn't the kind of thing you would even think of."
"I get it dad." Ron said, fighting to keep the grin off his face at the fact that his dad needed his help and not Percy's, "We can talk."
They went outside for some privacy during their talk, annoying Percy even further.
"I guess you wanna know what people are saying about Harry?" Ron asked after his father sat down beside him on the porch swing.
"Well, yes." Arthur said, "But I also want to know your thoughts. I've always thought you were more insightful than you showed, when you actually put your mind to something at least, and I'm fairly confident that Slytherin House would not let you continue to hide it. What do you think of Harry Potter's family?"
"Dudley is a really good guy," Ron started, accepting his father's words for the praise they were meant to be, "he doesn't see any of the stuff people normally care about, so he's ended up with friends in all four Houses." When his father made no motion to interrupt him, Ron continued, "He was the first one to try and be friends with me. I don't know for sure, but I think Harry only gave me a second chance at first because Dudley asked him to try. Harry trusts him a lot."
"Percy could tell you about her grades, sure, but Hermione is scary smart." Ron moved on to the next closest person to Harry that he knew, "She's memorized all the chapters of our textbooks that have been assigned so far so she can read ahead 'for fun.'" He grimaced at the idea of reading that much and enjoying it, "I also remember she asked me if our family had house elves earlier in the year. I just laughed and told her we weren't that well off, but she was relieved, which I kinda thought was weird."
"Many muggleborn scoff at the nature of the House Elf Bond." Arthur supplied for his son, "They see it as fundamentally the same as slavery." He frowned, "Did anyone ever sort her out on that?"
"I think Harry took her to the kitchens to meet some real house elves and get their opinions. I haven't really heard anything else about it." His father nodded approvingly and waited for Ron to finish.
"Harry is really patient, he even helped me and Neville Longbottom in potions, and we're the worst in the class! I know it was in the Prophet, but he wants to be a healer when he graduates. It's weird though, when he gets angry, he stays that way. He was mad at Diggory for a couple months straight after his dad started going after Harry's Godfather."
"Is there anything else?" Ron hadn't really given him anything he couldn't surmise yet, himself.
"It's really hard to tell what he's thinking." Ron answered after thinking for another moment, "He'll be talking to you, but his face looks like he's on something else. Then he says something odd and you can tell that that's what he was thinking about. Makes it hard to keep up with him sometimes."
"What about the adults in his life?" Arthur pressed after nodding his understanding, now coming to the crux of the issue. He had been offered quite a bit of advice on editing his bill by Andromeda Tonks; as well as from a mysterious squib 'Peony Acacia,' who had written to him a couple times.
"His aunt is great. You wouldn't even know she's really a muggle if you talked to her, she's more comfortable with magic than any of the other muggle parents I met." Ron fidgeted in his seat as he remembered Mrs. Dursley's cooking and lemonade, "She and mum should trade recipes sometimes."
"Mr. Dursley is nice enough, he sorta stayed off to the side though." Ron thought for a moment, but didn't really have much else to say about him, "You know Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, I think, yeah? Then there's Ms. Acacia. I haven't met her yet, but she's the squib who's Harry and the other's Magical Guardian. She picked them up from King's Cross on Friday, Neville said she was nice."
"So she's real? I have received correspondence from a 'Ms. Acacia' concerning the Muggle Protection Act I have been working on. But since they only started coming after Halloween, I was worried that it was simply Petunia Durlsey; especially after I couldn't find a record of an Acacia family." Arthur pinched his nose in frustration as he finished, "The advice she gave was good, but in the back of my mind I was worried that someone would find out that the ideas came from a muggle; that would kill the bill immediately."
"Ms. Acacia pulled one over on the Headmaster." Ron answered, "She's wicked smart too, I guess."
Later that night, after speaking with Ron for a bit longer, Arthur Weasley spent time thinking over what his son had told him. Most of his worries were put aside, but he still had the nagging suspicion that there was something he was missing. One thing was certain, though; these weren't the sort of muggleborn-and-raised to go about trying to change things without understanding them first. Miss Granger's actions concerning elves, as well as their aunt's easy acceptance of magic in her everyday life spoke volumes about that.
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"How wonderful to see you both." Dumbledore said amicably as Andromeda and Petunia entered the room with the Potter Accounts Manager, "Have Harry and Dudley enjoyed their break? What have they been getting into?"
Petunia fought not to wince in annoyance as she answered, "The boys have had a wonderful time while they have been away from school, not that it is any of your business, Headmaster."
Albus examined the pair of women behind the goblin, and was secretly glad that Vernon Dursley had elected not to come; the man seemed far too insightful, practically a Legilimens.
The meeting did not start as expected, instead of confronting him with whatever he had forgotten about, Andromeda and Petunia instead sat back and allowed the Accounts Manager to reverify all of the facts of the situation with the Headmaster. Rather than try and seriously haggle over what had or hadn't been directly used for Harry's benefit, something Albus knew he would never be able to do while still looking like the good guy, he was being offered to repay exactly two-hundred thousand Galleons. He was confident that he didn't have that much gold to return, not even close, but that didn't seem to phase the goblin in front of him as he spoke.
"It is Gringotts' understanding that, at this time, you are unwilling to return sufficient gold to the Potter vaults." The Accounts Manager droned, ignoring Dumbledore's grimace at the way he phrased the statement, "However, in their magnanimity, the Regent and Guardian for Heir Potter have offered to accept alternative means of payment."
Albus waited for the goblin to explain to him what 'repository of artefacts' they wanted to plunder or pawn to cover his mismanagement, but was instead addressed by Petunia.
"We are intending to start a charity organization, Headmaster." She began, "One that I believe you will wholeheartedly approve of." His eyebrows rose in shock and confusion, "We have been at an impasse since Christmas. Minerva informed me that you are under the impression that we were no longer pursuing this. You were mistaken. My husband warned Harry and I before we met in December that even if you were able to repay the money that it could not be done all at once. A transaction that large would be noticed and draw gossip, and we don't want the general public to know what has been happening."
The Headmaster was clearly shaken by the quick change in topics, and Andromeda didn't let up as she filled the void left by her compatriot's silence, "The charity we are planning will begin by providing additional funding to prospective students of Hogwarts who would otherwise not be able to go for financial reasons. The current assistance measures are completely insufficient. For instance, did you know that the Muggleborn Introduction Fund only provides assistance for the first child, regardless of how many siblings they have or just how bad their situations might be?"
"I am aware," Albus confessed, "unfortunately any attempt to change those regulations ends with certain Wizengamot families finding some other Ministry function that needs even more money. There is simply too large a faction in our government that would rather there be fewer muggleborn, I have spent my time as Headmaster trying to change the minds of the young people so that they will not repeat their parent's mistakes."
"But she did not say we were only planning to help muggleborn." Petunia continued, "There are also many children of magical families that are homeschooled in lieu of going to Hogwarts because their families cannot afford to send anyone besides the oldest boy if they have more than one child."
"And you want to include them as well?"
"Yes, but we would like to take this beyond being simply a scholarship." Petunia elaborated, "We would like to provide assistance other than simply paying for tuition and supplies."
"Such as?" Albus asked, clearly interested.
He must know more about the situation than I thought, Petunia mused, why hasn't he tried doing anything before now?
"The most common complaint from traditional pureblood families concerning muggleborn is that they do not respect magical tradition." Andromeda answered, "We would like to provide, among other things, a sort of 'Introduction to Magical Society' seminar for new muggleborn students." She could see Dumbledore's face falling as she said that, but continued anyways, "In addition, we would like the charity to provide Magical Guardians for the children. Our idea is to find squibs willing to do it; the fact that they are magical but cannot cast spells will help them break the ice with non magical parents."
"I fear you do not understand how your intentions could be used against you." Albus said as soon as she was finished, surprised to find the goblin Accounts Manager nodding silently in agreement with him, "The pureblood faction in the Wizengamot largely does not want new muggleborn knowing too much of how to get by in our world. Even worse are the families in that faction that actually do want such a class, but only to attempt indoctrination to their way of thinking as early as possible."
"We have no intention of letting that happen." Petunia declared, "We will be ensuring that the children only receive appropriate materials for introduction to the magical world. Something that the Houses of Potter and Black will guarantee."
"So Sirius is involved as well?" Albus asked, "I suppose I should have assumed as much. I certainly stand behind any attempt to help integrate muggleborn, though I am worried that you are going about it in a rather naive way." He took off his glasses and cleaned them on his robe as he thought about how to address another problem he foresaw, "In addition, I fear you are about to suggest that I pay into this charity in lieu of directly paying back the money to House Potter. I fear that would shoot your efforts in the foot, to use a muggle expression, Petunia; if I were to pledge such an amount then no traditional family would back you. It might even lead to them pressing the Wizengamot into shutting you down for fear of indoctrination in the opposite direction than they want."
"We understand that, and have a different plan in mind." Petunia answered.
"So do I finally get to find out what trinkets I have forgotten I own?" He returned.
Petunia nodded to Axegut, who began explaining, "In nineteen forty-five, after your defeat of the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, many magical beings from all over Europe and Asia gave you gifts of thanks." The goblin fought not to sneer at the shocked expression that Dumbledore failed to keep off his face, "At the time, you had everything that wasn't immediately useful to your positions in the Ministry or Hogwarts in a storage vault. Though we aren't one hundred percent sure, the value of the contents of said vault should be more than enough to cover your debt."
"Gringotts has offered to sell the contents of the vault, discreetly, over a period of time." Andromeda picked up, keeping Albus off balance, "You can repay House Potter in this way: A donation of ten thousand Galleons will be taken from the proceeds of selling contents from the vault, the standard liquidation fee will be paid via selling excess items to cover them. This will continue for twenty years, or the vault is empty, whichever happens first. At that time, the matter will be considered settled and the vault reopened to you."
"Should I not be allowed to check the contents of the vault first?" Albus ventured, "Some items might rather pers-"
"The Potter Family has been rather kind in their allowances already." Axegut interrupted him, "It would be poor form to try and take anything out when they are already promising to return everything above-and-beyond what is needed to repay them."
"After all," Petunia added with a slight smirk, "if we let you check the vault, and then there wasn't much in it, how could we accept that in good faith? How about, instead, we will also agree to inform you if an item in the vault seems likely to possess more sentimental value than financial, will that work?"
"We could even offer you the chance to decide if we start by selling the most expensive items first or if we should begin with those of lesser value?" Andromeda offered.
"I would prefer, if you would, that you left those items of greatest value in the chance that they could be returned to me." He answered.
"So you agree with our proposal?" Andromeda returned, not giving Dumbledore time to deny it, "Excellent, Axegut has some parchment for us to sign and then everything can get underway. The charity was made official this morning, and it is our hope that this September will see the first of our students attending Hogwarts."
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The Day Before
"It's nice to see you again, Mister Olivander." Harry asked after the wandmaker finished speaking to another customer about refurbishing their wand. "I was wondering if I could ask you a question?"
"Hmm? Mister Potter, how are you?" The aged wizard asked with his trademark crazy-smile, "Tell me, which wand did you end up deciding to use?"
"Um, the redwood wand, sir." Harry answered, "It feels better most of the time."
Olivander nodded, "Yes well, I am sure that the other wand will make its purpose known sooner or later. Now what did you want to ask me?"
"You have a lot of wands here, sir." Harry began, "What happens to the wands whose owners never come for them? Like, what would have happened to mine and Dudley's wands if we hadn't come here for them?"
"Well, assuming no one else meets the wand's requirements, it will eventually degrade." The wandmaker answered, "Wands will generally last much longer than the wizard, but only if they are used often. Channeling magic makes the wood and focus of the wand more resilient to time and decay. An unclaimed wand will begin to rot from within after enough time, which is determined by the nature of the core. The more magically active the core focus of the wand, the quicker it will begin to decay if left unclaimed. Dragon heartstring wands last the shortest on a shelf, about thirty years unused, before they are too degraded to be claimed."
"Um, if it isn't rude, how many wands do you have like that?" Harry asked, "That are close to being too old?"
"Oh my, it isn't often that people take an interest in wand making young man." Olivander chuckled, "I am not sure exactly how many aging wands I have, but it is quite a few." He frowned, "I am more worried about the fact that more and more wands that I believe should be claimed aren't finding their proper users. I wish I knew why, though. I know that some children never come to claim a wand, but… I used to see more and more muggleborn each year. That slowed down after the Great War; I think that has something to do with it."
Petunia and Vernon nodded behind Harry, their suspicions confirmed. Wizards in Britain called World War II the "Great War" or "Grindelwald's War" because they didn't get involved in the first World War; which means that the decline of muggleborn entering magical society lined up with the the Wizengamot raising the tuition of Hogwarts, as well as the taxes on muggleborn, to pay for war expenses. It probably would have been even worse, with Voldemort's war following so soon after, but the Death Eaters who claimed Imperious had made extravagant donations to the Ministry to make sure they were believed.
"Mister Olivander, I'm sorry to interrupt." Vernon began as he stepped forward into the conversation, the man had continued telling Harry about wandmaking after his detour to the War; and it was certainly helpful for Vernon's self-assurance to think of him as a craftsman and shopkeeper rather than a wizard, "But I was wondering if you would be willing to work with us on a project, a charity for young magicals. We were trying to think of a name for it when Harry randomly wondered about unclaimed wands and we thought you might be willing to help us."
"I'm sorry sir, but I will not be able to help, I barely make a profit." Olivander answered, raising his hands in apology, "I take a loss on every wand I sell to first years because I know that there are so many other ways that the Ministry, and less savory shopkeepers, will overcharge the new blood."
"You misunderstand," Vernon corrected him, "we aren't asking you for donations or anything like that; just information, and a statement. When Harry asked about the wands, he thought it was something like what you said. If the wand chooses the wizard then it has to be made before that person enters the store, what happens when that wizard never comes? It gave me an idea for a name for our charity, as well as something of a celebrity endorsement."
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Frustrated, and still off balance from the talk of the charity at what he thought was going to be a heated negotiation concerning repayment, Albus accepted the terms that had been presented to him. It didn't seem too bad, all things considered; he hadn't put anything truly useful in there, now that he had time to think about it. He had managed to get the two women to explain more about their plans for the charity as well, pleasantly surprised that they included non muggleborn in them. He was often so focused on his progressive agenda that those children had all but fallen from his mind. After all, it wasn't like they received no tutelage; and their parents were perfectly capable of determining what was right for their children.
Across the table, Andromeda couldn't believe how accurate Vernon Dursley's assessment of Albus Dumbledore had been. The moment a large scale charity had been mentioned the old man changed into almost a totally different person. He had switched from defensive to open in scant seconds at the thought that he could influence something like this, "for the Greater Good" no doubt.
Behind his passive expression, Axegut grinned internally, Albus Dumbledore apparently adored the spotlight enough to get sloppy; the standard liquidation rate, applied to items of "middling value" would see him paying hand over fist. The rate for selling unidentified magical items was one hundred galleons or two percent, whichever was higher. This prevented wizards from wasting Gringotts' time moving their garbage; and by his estimation that vault had a lot of garbage.
It had also escaped the Headmaster's notice that they had promised to "inform him" of items with obvious sentimental value, not to return or refrain from selling them.
"What will you be calling this charity? Or the scholarship it will offer?" Albus asked as they prepared to leave. He wasn't completely at ease, and was sure that he had been tricked somehow; the absence of Vernon Dursley had stopped being comforting when his three conversation partners had taken turns speaking without pause. But despite that, he was still quite happy to feel like he was involved in yet another important function, "I could give you some ideas, I am well versed in what kind of thing would get the notice of the Wizengamot."
"That won't be necessary, but thank you." Petunia waved him off, "We have spoken with another prominent figure about that. You said it yourself that your name being too associated with us would have a negative impact on our success. So we have another celebrity of Magical Britain ready to provide a public endorsement, and you can remain an anonymous donor."
When it looked like he was going to ask again, she continued, "I know how wizards love their acronyms, so the scholarship will be introduced as 'NWLU.' Offered by the Wolfstar Foundation, whose overall purpose will be to even the playing field for magical children."
"Just because you present it as an official organization does not mean the most pureblood families will approve." Albus said, "The vagueness you are no doubt planning to employ will help a lot, but I am sure this will be an uphill battle, regardless, when it comes to helping more muggleborn enter our world and stay. Anyway, what does it stand for? Or is it just an acronym?"
"You just need to change how the topic is viewed to get support. 'Optics,' Vernon called it." Petunia said. This was a collaboration between Mister Olivander and her husband, designed to refocus the scrutiny of the Wizengamot on a problem that their traditions would not allow, "For that purpose, we have decided to call our scholarship program 'No Wand Left Unclaimed,' after the massive back storage of wands that our celebrity sponsor, Mister Olivander, has in his shop."
Albus Dumbledore could find no fault in the name; most Wizengamot members got their wand from Garrick Olivander, and they knew his words and beliefs about the wand choosing the wizard. The implication that there were dozens, or hundreds, of wands that were rotting away while they waited for their worthy owner would likely offend many. The more traditional the Family, generally the more importance they placed on caring for their wands.
