Chapter 11: Inheritance Ritual

A pin could be dropped into this room and the sound of it would echo endlessly in the office as the silence was absolute.

At long last, Sirius spoke up and it was clear that he was trying to hold it together, "I must say, you have all failed quite spectacularly. I think we shall take our business to the Gnomes of Switzerland, they are a lot more accommodating and seem to have a lot more competence."

"You can go over to those bludgeoning nitwits," Gorkit shouted as a look of disgust and loathing was plastered on his face.

"Master Black, you can not blame the goblin nation for this- the fault all lies at me," Barnott also added as he looked close to weeping. "I can immediately be removed from the Potter accounts." he then helpfully added.

"NONE OF YOU have any right to tell me what to do," Sirius bellowed out, silencing any protest. "Your bank was given one simple task- carry out the Potter's Will, and let us not even get to the breach in the Potter's accounts. I do not have to tell you how adamantly you failed in this task, do I? Thanks to it my godson has been living with magic hating animals who mentally, physically, and emotionally abused him!"

"Merlin Balls." the plump goblin whispered as he looked even more grief-stricken.

"He had no clue about his own legacy; whether that be if he was a wizard or even of his own family and house."

"The audacity of them," Gorkit muttered in a spitting rage, "How could they treat the heir of a Most Noble and Ancient House like that!"

"I think that they get the picture." Harry uttered, stopping Sirius right there.

Grumbling, Sirius came to a pause and sat back in his seat which he had jumped out of somewhere in his wrath.

Speaking up in a composed tone, the goblin king addressed the two clients, "Let me first say on behalf of the nation I apologize for this terrible error. I would understand if you wish to take your business elsewhere but first hear me out,"

Giving Sirius the look, the older wizard stayed silent and let the taller than average goblin continue speaking.

"No matter what choice you make in the end, we will increase the security level of the Potter's vaults from Earldom to Marquisdom. We will also pay out of our own coffers the amount due to the recipient listed on the Potter's Will. Plus from now on you both will get 50% off on all of Gringotts bank's services. Finally, we will give young Harry Potter our very own Inheritance Ritual."

"I only heard whispers of that." Sirius muttered as a look of surprise flickered past his face.

Catching on to the mood of things, Harry asked, "What is an Inheritance Ritual, and what's the difference between the one Gringotts has?"

"It basically tells you what House you have Heir ship for," Sirius simply answered as he laid back in his chair and took a bite out of one of the biscuits.

Snorting out loud in disgust, Gorkit spoke up, "He is not giving you a full picture boy-each House has their own Inheritance Ritual to scrutinize if you, a heir, are truly the scion of that house and so line-theft is not committed. However what happens when a house dies out or there is no male living heir?"

"What happens?" Harry echoed, curious to know.

"You do what they do and sit the gold, do nothing." Sirius helpfully added.

Ignoring the wizard, the goblin continued, "You need to reach out, of course. All of a sudden bastard, cousins, nephews, aunts, in-laws are next in line to inherit. Now with the way you wizards and witches are killing each other off, there are countless houses that have died out and need new heirs to restore them."

"So basically you are telling me I might be in line to inherit multiple houses," Harry asked, trying to clarify things up.

"Yep," Sirius answered for him, "And there might be a whole host of houses you might be in line to inherit since this is an Inheritance Ritual that included each and every House since all the way back until King Arthurian times where the first Magical Houses arouse."

"What do you say to that?" the goblin king asked as he looked right at Harry.

"Now listen here. You can not simply buy us with-" Sirius tried to start off with, but Harry quickly cut him off.

"Sirius I appreciate you getting angry on my behalf, but let bygones be bygones. I want to move on with my life and not let the past weigh me down. I do not know about you but I think that this will make good recompense."

Sighing, Sirius turned to face his godson, and his features softened, "If that is what you want pup, then..."

"Hey, I am not above getting sweet, sweet revenge." Harry affixed as he gave a crooked grin.

"HA, now that is my godson," Sirius uttered as he slapped his knees. Then turning to face the trio of goblins with a solemn gaze, "You heard the boy, let's get this ritual on the way."

Groaning, Harry recalled the two rituals he went through; the removal of the Horcrux and the assimilation of the Phoenix plus Basilisk. All the pain and agony he went through, he never wanted to relive that ever again but he knew of the sweet, awesome reward that awaits him at the end of the tunnel, he wanted that.

Feeling both miserable and exuberant, Harry got up from his chair and set aside his cup then followed everyone out of the office.

"You will need to sit."

"Yea, yea, I do not need to be told what to do twice." Harry cut off the goblin. Right now they were deep within Gringotts bank and two robed goblins that looked like shamans flanked him.

"You will need to cut your palm and smear it on the Great family tree," the second shaman goblin voiced as he gave Harry an Athame.

"Is that even safe." Harry joked, but the goblins gave no response but silence.

"Enough with your jokes boy," Gorkit called out from the sideline where he stood with his King, Barnott, and Sirius. "Go sit beside the Great family tree."

"Alright, I will be on my way." Harry said as he looked at the carving of the massive tree. Inscribed within its leaves of the tree were countless names of what he imagined to be wizards and witches, and on the trunk of the tree was written; [The Kingdom of Avalon]

"Anyways what is this 'Great family tree'" Harry asked as he put air quotes around the name.

"This marks all the wizards and witches that came to be since the times of King Arthur and Merlin," answered the goblin king. "We were ordered by His Majesty himself to create this when our nation came underneath his royal sovereign."

"Wow." Harry finally uttered getting a full scope of the picture as this marked nearly 2,500 years of wizarding history.

"Sort of does remind me of the blasted tapestry that my mother had." Sirius grumbled under his breath to no one in particular.

Once more appreciating the massive tree carved in the stone tapestry, Harry made his way over and sat at the base of it. Nodding his head to the goblin signaling that he was ready to get started. Standing at two opposite cardinal directions, the goblins started chanting and Harry found that as his cue to do as he was told. Cutting his palm with the silver ritual dagger, Harry smeared his blood on the carved tree.

He was surprised when he saw the tree light up like it was a Christmas tree and his blood slowly flowed upward, though he should have known better since this was MAGIC.

Closing his eyes shut, Harry knew the pain was about to start, and just as the thought crossed his mind, agony exploded within his mind.

Unknown to him the blood continued to flow upward until it reached the leaves of the tree and split into two distinct paths.

In Harry's mind eye, images of a man who had a close resemblance to him and woman with the same emerald-green eyes flickered past. Instantly Harry knew who the two individuals were- his mother and father.

The two of them seemed to branch off far into the distance as two new couples appeared within his mind eye. The first was a plump friendly man who shared the same resemblance to Harry and his father and right next to him was a woman with the same Black family's features as Sirius and Aunt Dromeda. The second couple was a tall, well-built man with emerald-green eyes and black hair, besides him was a woman with fiery red hair and sapphire-blue eyes.

Harry did not know how he knew it but instinctively he realized that they were his grandparents.

Then quickly they too branched off into the distance as his great-grandparents came into view then his great-great-grandparents and his great-great-great-grandparents. The cycle kept on continuing as more and more people came into view- they were of wild variety; some adventurers, others scholars, each and every single one of them leaving a small imprint behind.

Finally, a milestone seemed to be reached in what Harry assumed to be the Potter's line. A woman entered it by the name of Iolanthe Peverell, again Harry had no clue how he knew it but his blood seemed to be singing it to him. Iolanthe Peverell the granddaughter of Ignotus Peverell, he wondered where he had heard that name before, married his 15th-century countless great grandfather Hardwin Potter and with her, she carried the last of the Peverell line.

After that encounter, the Potter line seemed to hit another momentous occasion as this time a man entered it one by the name of Leo Gryffindor- last of the Gryffindor and great-great-great-grandson of Godric Gryffindor. It seemed like his long forgotten ancestor died in some war far away before his son was even born and Henry took his mother's family name of Potter and continued the line until today.

What came as a surprise to Harry was when the Evans' line hit its own milestone, here entered Rose Evans(née Ravenclaw) the second daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw who ran away and married a simple farmer. She was never known to the world because of one simple fact. She was a squib.

All of a sudden, things took a darker turn as the silent nightmares that plagued him all his life came to the forefront. Harry heard shouting coming from downstairs then a thump as a body seemed to fall to the floor, there before him was a woman with fiery red hair and the same emerald-green eyes as him whispering sweet words of comfort into his ears.

Then the door to the room flew off its hinges and in walked a figure cloaked in a black robe. The woman tried to plead for his life, but the dark figure was having none of that and fired a green, sickly spell at her and she dropped like a fly.

"NOOO." Harry shouted as he watched his mother die right before his eyes, the nightmare still persisted as the figure who Harry now knew was Voldermort walked towards his crib. Whispering a single incantation a bolt of dark neon green magic hurled towards him and seemed to bounce off something and fling back at the Dark Wizard.

The Dark Wizard went down with a shriek of defiance and pain until he branched off into the distance and figures quickly passed by- dark figures of people who stood alone and committed countless atrocities. All of it came to a stop until a dark, green haired man with aristocracy features burned in his mind and Harry was quickly sent hurling out of the vision.

Coming back to the real world, Harry took in a sharp intake of breath as he tried to calm his nerves and wildly beating heart.

Coming right up to him was Sirius who had a concerned look on his face, "Are you alright pup?"

"Yes." Harry replied, lying to the man as he did not want to worry him about what happened long ago in the past.

Offering his hand, the older wizard helped the young one get up from the floor and helped him dust off. "Are you sure your alright pup?" Sirius asked once more, sensing that his godson wasn't telling the honest truth.

"Yep," Harry stated as he put on a false cheerful expression, "So what did I get?"

"Look up,. Sirius simply answered as he stepped aside.

As he looked up, before him was the carved stone tapestry and it was lit up with a thousand different lights. Harry stared at it in fascination and quickly picked up on all the witches and wizards he dreamt about during the ritual.

"What does it all mean?" Harry inquired as the goblins came into view.

"All the lights symbolize different things Master Potter," Barnott answered helpfully. "For example, the green light is symbolic of close blood ties," the goblin uttered as it pointed towards the Black Family and Ollivander Family. "Then there are blue lights which are symbolic of families you have alliances with," next the Longbottom Family and the Diggory Family were pointed out.

"Next is the grey lights which are Houses you have neutrality with," the Greengrass Family and the Prewett Family where pointed out. "Here are also the black which stands for families you have blood feuds with," families such as the Lestrange Family, Prince Family, and Gaunt Family were shown.

"Oh, and the lightless ones are Houses that died out," the goblin next pointed out, and no matter how many lights glowed there were even countless more that where blank and lifeless.

Cutting off the plump goblin, Gorkit spoke up, "All that matters is the Golden lights and the Red ones!"

"What do they stand for?" Harry asked, as he already had a partial idea of what it stood for.

"The Golden lights represent families which you can claim Heirship over since you are the last living heir," the goblin stated as he pointed to countless houses across the tree. "The ones of real note are the Duke of Gryffindor, Duchess of Ravenclaw, Marquis of Peverell, and Earl of Potter."

"Then there are the red lights which means you have Heirship by right of conquest, surprisingly that includes the Duke of Slytherin and many others that of little note really."

Whistling out loud, Sirius patted the young wizard on the back and expressed his astonishment, "It seems like you are on your way to riches and fandom!"

"Well, it was all thanks to you when you bullied the goblins into this," Harry elbowed the man. Then in mock severity, he added, "Don't worry I shall never forget you."

"Ha, so now you became a cheeky brat when you see all the money waiting for you, huh." Sirius replied in laughter.

Interrupting their light banter, the sour looking goblin asked, "If you are both done playing around like little children, let's head back to the office and review everything."

Being back in the same office, Sirius and Harry found themselves back in their old seats and the two goblins stood across from them and the goblin king sat in his lavish chair.

Presenting them both some papers with a whole lot of money, the Black family's account manager spoke up, "Now for most Heir apparently they can only claim Lordship when they reach the age of Majority."

"Ah, I sense a however here," Harry stated with a shake of his head.

"Yes," the goblin continued, not liking the young wizard's interruption, so Harry decided to shut his trap and let him do all the talking. "Since you are the last living male heir, you will need to claim Lordship immediately."

"Okay, so how do I go about doing that?"

"It is simple, Rings of Lords," Sirius answered.

"Yes," Gorkit resumed, "We have already done the task and asked that they be brought up from the family vaults so that you can put them on."

Just as the goblin uttered those words, a polite knock echoed from the brown mahogany door.

"Come in." the goblin king called out.

Entering was a goblin who carried in his hands a box with 5 rings of different colors and shapes on a richly furbished black pillow.

"So those are the rings?" Harry asked as he stared at the fine pieces of artwork. No wonder their called lord rings, they would put any wedding ring to shame. "Well, it doesn't sound that hard putting on some rings." Harry voiced to the room at large.

"Sure it isn't difficult for a true heir," Sirius uttered with a shrug, "But if you're not then there are plenty of nasty curses placed within them if you aren't."

Gulping, Harry swallowed down his nervousness. He then turned to face the goblins, "So are you guys 100% sure that I am eligible for these Houses?"

"50-50" Gorkit uttered with a savage grin.

Laughing awkwardly, "Yeah, that was a joke right? Good one, Gorkit."

Giving his goblin coworker a disappointed look, Barnott reaffirmed, "Yes, Gorkit is only joking with you Master Potter-Peverell-Gryffindor-Ravenclaw-Slytherin."

"Just Potter will do." Harry stated.

"Yes Master Potter," the goblin returned with a nod, "The only issue lies in the fact that some heir or heiress might be hidden beyond our magic's, other than that it is assured that you will claim the rings."

"Great," Harry muttered, "Let me just throw my life on the line for the millionth time."

Hearing his sarcastic remark, Sirius smacked him on the shoulders and retorted, "Now that is the spirit pup!"

'Yep, that proves it,' Harry thought, 'I am surrounded by madmen!'

Chapter 12: Rags to Riches

Picking up the Potter lord ring first, since it had to do with his closest kin, Harry closely scrutinized it. The ring was of a black-greyish metallic color, the width of a quarter of his finger. On the center of it was a coat of arm, a Golden Aquila, within a read and gold shield and in its talons was House Potter written boldly. Then on the edge of the ring were words that read; Deeds, Not Words!

Turning the ring around in his palm, Harry held it out, took a deep breath, and put on the ring in one single motion. Once the ring was on his left ring finger thankfully nothing seemed to happen until the ring started to adjust itself till it fit snugly.

Letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, Harry presented the Lord's ring to the room at large. "It worked," Harry announced looking himself over, he added, "And I am still alive."

"Well that is good and all pup," Sirius declared, "But you got four more rings to put on before you go start celebrating."

"Ah shit." Harry muttered as he looked at the four other rings that awaited him.

"Yes," Harry declared as he gazed up at the five different rings on each of his fingers on his left hand. It was a pretty good decision on his part if he was going to lose a hand then let it be only his left than his right hand he figured. However, he somehow survived through it and came out alive with 5 different lordships within hand.

"I finally did it." Harry uttered with a sigh of relief.

"I never had any doubts you would pup." Sirius voiced.

"You're lying." Harry declared.

"Okay, I had bets going on inside my head for a 4 to 1 odds."

Laughing at his antics, Harry turned to face the goblins and asked, "So do I have to carry around all these rings?" It would be obstructive if he were to have rings on all fingers.

"You can fuse them all into one ring," Gorkit stated, "Just think of it and it will happen."

Doing as the goblin instructed, Harry made the thought and watched as all five rings flowed into one single ring. "Wow." Harry uttered as he gazed at the simple black band.

"Now if you can have a seat," Gorkit said as he waved at Harry's chair, "We will need to review all your assets and you shall begin your lordship duties."

"Alright sure," Harry said as he sat back down in his seat. "What are these lordly duties I must perform anyways?" Harry asked, in his opinion it really couldn't be that hard, can it?

"There are numerous things that will occupy your attention Master Potter," Barnott answered. "You need to maintain your properties, manage your assets, expand your family magic, run your business, formulate more patents to keep your repository competitive, arrange alliances, lobby for rights, claim your seats and participate in the Wizengamot, organize parties and gathering, see to your vassals."

"What the hell, that is a full-time job all in itself." Harry shouted as he listened to the goblin list more and more duties.

"Yes," Gorkit stated, "And you have five whole Great Houses to manage. That is why we told you to forget about the other Lesser Houses you have Heir ship over and stick to the more prominent and well to do Families."

"No shit Sherlock." Harry cursed, where was the simple he was imagining about. Was this what all Pure-bloods got up to during their working hours?

"For now," the goblin king uttered, "You will need to pick and choose new account managers so you can go over everything since there hasn't been one for over 300 years on just the latest house to die off."

"Won't Barnott do?" Harry asked as he signaled with his head towards the plump looking goblin.

"I am sorry Master Potter but I will be stepping down as the Potter account manager for all that has transpired under my supervision," the goblin solemnly declared. "Nevertheless I can never take on all the duties for 5 Great Houses."

Staring fixedly at the goblin, Harry inquired, "How long have you been serving as the Potter account manager, Barnott?"

"42 years, Master Potter," the goblin replied though from the confusion written on his face he clearly had no idea where this was heading. However, he respectfully decided to not ask and play along with the young wizard.

"So you have been faithfully serving my parents for countless years?"

"Yes, and your grandparents as well, Master Potter."

"Now tell me," Harry asked, "Does anyone have the wealth of knowledge and know-how about the Potter accounts than you?"

"No Master Potter." the goblin polity answered.

"Well then that settles it," Harry uttered as clapped his hands together in total finality, "You will continue with your services."

"But Master Potter," the goblin exclaimed, "I can not. I have failed you and your family deeply."

"Everyone in this room knows who betrayed the Potter family, Barnott, and it clearly wasn't you," Harry stated. "Anyways, I like you and I rather have you as my account manager for the Potter family assets."

"Master Potter," the goblin called out as he looked close to crying once he heard Harry's remark. Then standing up with his head held high and the best savage look he could intimidate, he declared, "I promise you, Master Potter, I will have your coffers flowing and your enemies bleeding beneath your feet."

"Thank you." Harry replied, though he wasn't sure of the sudden bloodthirstiness that the goblin showed, all the same, he appreciated his newfound confidence and eagerness to serve.

Finally turning back to face the Goblin King, the young wizard stated, "As you can see I will be keeping Barnott on retainer and about the other Houses, I will count on your nation's discretion to find me the four new account manager's."

"Will do." the Goblin King answered as he nodded his head.

Speaking up, Barnott interjected, "If so, then I shall act as your account manager for all five accounts during the interim, Master Potter. Now if you can look closely at the parchments laid out before you, they shall list all your family's assets."

Doing as told, Harry flipped over the first small pile named Potter family and turned to the first page.

House of Potter

Title: Earl of Powys

Vassals: House Boot(Baron), House Cole(Knight), House Dehoff(Knight)

Total Assets: 15,874,933 Galleons, 63,012,752 Sickles, 489,943,771 Knut

Private Properties in Great Britain: Potter Manor- Powys(Unplottable, Fidelus, Blood Ward), Potter Wizarding Tower- Yorkshire(Unplottable, Fidelus), Potter Fortress- Beddgelert(Unplottable, Fidelus), Potter Villa-Scotland, Potter Estate- Wales, Potter Mansion- North London, Potter Studio- downtown London, Potter Cottage- Godric's Hollow.

Private Properties outside Great Britain: Potter Vineyard- Portugal, Le Potturis Chateau- France, Lily's Lagoon-Italy, Marauders' Den-Florida, Potter Retreat-Caribbean islands, Potter Hotel-Eygpt, Potter Lair-Istanbul, Potter Citadel-Jerusalem.

Shareholds: Sleekeazy's Hair Potion Company(100%), Daily Prophet(27%), Fleetwood(82%), Rolls Royce(42%), Firebolt Broom Manufacturer(51%), Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour(68%), Taxis London(23%), Honeydukes Company Ltd.(22%), Sovereign Theatre(33%), The Kingly Court(21%), Peachy Witchy(19%), C. Gilbert & Co. Ltd.(61%), Incantation Records(27%), Magical Chrome(13%), London Estate(5%), Wand Tuning(37%), Schletters Distillery(74%), Enchanted Feather Co.(53%), Kowalski Quality Baked Goods(77%), Scribbulus Writing Implements(81%), Quality Quidditch Supplies(45%), Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment(64%), etc...

Patents: Probity Probe, Two-way mirrors, Golden Snitch, Boots of Speed, Invisible Ink, Omnioculars, Bag of Tricks, Beautification Potion, Volubilis Potion, Brooch of Shielding, Laughing Potion, Confusing Concoction, Emerald Potion, Dust of Sneezing and Choking, Invisibility Potion, Drowsiness Draught, Murtlap Essence, Invigoration Draught, Oculus Potion, etc...

Turning from page to page, Harry read the about the Title which made it obvious that he was real-life nobility and if that wasn't enough proof then there were the two vassals he had- a Knight family, and Baron.

Harry knew about the ranks of nobility within the Wizarding Families, there was one in-depth reading he had done were some Black Family member bragged about his family noble heritage. At the bottom were the Knight Houses; the lowest rank of Nobility but not of the peerage.

Then there was Baron Houses- the first step into the peerage, which include families like the Wood, Prince, Weasley, and Goyle. Next where the Viscount Houses- houses of average power which included families like the Lovegood, Scamander, Lockhart, Zabini, and Dumbledore.

After that were the Count Houses- Houses of moderate power like the Crouch, Nott, Greengrass, and Malfoy. Then there were the Earl Houses- families that stand at the near peak in Great Britain these include the Black, Longbottom, Lestrange, and Potter Houses as he just found out. After is the Marquis Houses which you rarely see around including the Peverell and Ollivander.

Finally are the Dukes which are only made up of four families Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Last but not least is the supreme House of Wyllt, the one, and only Arch-Duke House. Also as each and every young wizard and witch should know there is the Royal House of Pendragon- the Monarch which has long been extinct just like the Arch-Duke family.

Moving on Harry got to the asset part and his jaw nearly dropped when he saw it. Doing the quick math in his head it came out to be that he had a little over 20 MILLION GALLEONS in liquid assets just sitting there in his account, and as a side note that meant he was HALF A BILLION rich in muggle money equivalent.

"Wow," Harry simply said, it really just felt like he went from rags to riches in a single moment and also found out he was a prince as well. Harry always knew that his family was well off- 10,000 Galleons set aside for just for him and a 1,000 more deposited each year for school and all he could ever fancy was a good indication. But now it really struck him, it really struck home how filthy rich he was.

Wanting to really make sure this was all true and not a dream, Harry turned the stack over to Barnott and asked, "Am I really this rich Barnott,l or have I lost my mind and I'm seeing things?"

Chuckling at his godson's final remark, Sirius shook his head, but said nothing and let Barnott do all the talking.

"Yes, Master Potter all this wealth is real and yours, however, you did lose a quarter during the war in support of the light faction."

The loss of all the gold during the war never registered in Harry's mind as he only saw endless zeros laid out before him.

The next thing that captured Harry's attention was all the properties- there were just too many to count that it was ridiculous. "Hey Barnott, what about all these properties?" Harry wondered, as he wanted to learn more about them.

"Oh yes, the Potter Manor is the ancestral home of the Potter, though you can not visit right now since it will need to be cleansed since sadly it is where your grandparents died and it might be contaminated with Dragon Pox. Potter Wizarding Tower is where all the family research and experimentation goes on and new assistance will need to be hired since nearly all the old staff left. A new force will need to be trained at the Potter Knightly Fortress since many House Potter hit-men and women died in the war.

The Potter Villa and Potter Mansion still stand but they will need to be refurbished since they haven't been used since your grandparents' times. The Potter Estate has been severely damaged during the war when it was attacked by Death Eaters. The Potter Cottage as you sadly know has been destroyed."

Stopping the goblin right there, Harry affirmed, "So basically all our Properties are in need of repair."

"Not quite so," the goblin answered, "Yes all your private properties within Great Britain might be damaged in one form or another, but I do know for sure that the Potter Studio still stands and your parents did live in it before they moved to the Potter Cottage so you can find some of their belongings there."

"I will have to pay a visit then." Harry muttered to himself as he really would enjoy walking within the very walls his parents lived in.

"Also your properties outside Great Britain still stand and they are doing quite well. The Potter Vineyard is still producing the best fine wine till today. You can visit the Potter Retreat and Le Potturis Chateau at any time. The Potter Hotel might be providing accommodations to other visitors but the penthouse is still reserved for you. The Lily's Lagoon and Marauders' Den are still operational." the goblin continued.

"Ah, we need to go there pup," Sirius cut in, obviously speaking of the Marauders' Den, "You would love it there, wrangling with alligators, canoeing down the rivers, agh and the parties!"

Giving his godfather a second look, Harry asked in a disbelieving voice, "Did you and my father really go wrangling with alligators?"

"Yep," Sirius replied as he had a far off look, "And we hunted some sharks and tangled with some giant snakes."

'Dang!' Harry thought, 'Talk about living to the extreme.'

"Ah, if we can get back." the plump goblin interrupted.

"Oh, yes do continue." Harry said as he waved the goblin on.

"Now for the Potter Lair and the Potter Citadel nobody know where it is as it has been lost to the ages of time."

"Interesting," Harry said, he would have to look into that whenever he got the time.

"Well for now, make sure you run things along and have all the Potter families properties repaired and set back to proper standard."

"Will do Master Potter." the goblin replied as he bowed his head in acknowledgment.

"What about these shares I have, and these patents as well?" Harry then asked as he moved along to the next topic.

"Ah, yes, these are all the hard work of countless generations so make sure to keep track of it and invest some more."

"Mhm, yes," Harry said as he looked over everything that his family invested in, "I see here a few muggle companies." Harry pointed out which was a shock to him since he had no idea wizarding families where interested in muggle stuff.

"Oh yes," the goblin replied, "Your family invested all over- their philosophy was money!"

"That is good," Harry said as he was about to bring forth his own idea. "Could you mark this for later Barnott."

"Yes, Master Potter what is it?"

"I want you to invest into some muggle technology."

"Are you sure Master Potter?" the goblin asked as a bit of doubt crept into his face.

"This is not something to be done lightly boy." Gorkit uttered as he scowled at the young wizard's reckless spending.

Even Sirius waded in, "I never imagined that I would say this, but the goblins are right. Muggle businesses are fickle, at best they last for a few years while wizarding inventions last for hundreds of years."

Ignoring them all, Harry stated, "I made my mind up on this; Barnott invest in big tech companies like IBM, Sony, Microsoft, Apple, and Intel." Harry didn't want to go into detail and even if he did, it was clear from everyone's prejudices that they weren't going to listen to him.

Technology is the future! Even if these wizards and witches can't see it, Harry won't miss out on it.

"While you are at it," Harry added, "Could you also invest in Oil, Energy, Telecommunication, and Banking companies." Harry threw in the mix since why not! He was already a rich boy and there really wasn't much he was going to do with his wealth so best to grow it. Oil, Energy, Telecommunication, and Banking are lucrative industries and even if he wasn't going to get a big share of the pie like Technology since it was in its infancy age, he would still be making bank for decades on end.

"Of course Master Potter." the goblin said as he looked a bit downcast and resigned.

Giving in as well, Sirius patted his godson on the back and sighed, "To be young again. Taking risks and trying new things out. Well, you will always have our other fortunes so you have well to do and it can be a good lesson."

"Sure," Harry said, not making any other comment, his godfather will see one day that today he made the best investment ever. "Now, I wanted to talk about my other fortunes. Are we done here with the Potter."

"No, no, Master Potter," the goblin said as he shook his head vigorously. "There is more, much more Master Potter!"

"There is more," Harry repeated, as he so wanted to get done with this.

"Oh, yes, there are countless gems, jewelry, treasures, art pieces, magical items, rare ores, legendary alchemical substances, mythical magical ingredients, weapons, armor & robes, wands, and staffs that we will need to catalog. Oh and most importantly your Family Grimoire is down below in the vaults. Also, there are the countless small stashes your ancestors have hidden around in the globe which you can use whenever you are in a pinch. Thus we will need to talk about that. Then there is even more; you will need to claim your seats in the Wizengamot..."

"Okay, okay," Sirius said stopping the goblin in his tracks. Harry didn't know at that moment if he wanted to kiss the man or shout his name in admiration. "We will get back to this on a whole other date. Right now we have appointments to keep and numerous things to do. So how does that sound?"

Chapter 13: Lunch

"Okay, okay," Sirius said stopping the goblin in his tracks. Harry didn't know at that moment if he wanted to kiss the man or shout his name in admiration. "We will get back to this on a whole 'other date. Right now we have appointments to keep and numerous things to do. So how does that sound?"

"Ah, ah," the goblin said as he was left speechless.

However, he was quickly saved as Gorkit spoke up, "What about your accounts? Are you just going to leave without checking them or even claiming Lordship for the Black Family?"

"What? I thought I was kicked out of the family, and couldn't claim Lordship."

"No, your mother might have removed you from her tapestry but your grandfather never rescinded your future Lordship and made it impossible for your mother to do so."

Laughing out loud as Sirius got up from his chair to which Harry quickly followed in step, "HA! What would she think if she ever found out I am to be the next Lord Black. Well for now as long as you haven't been giving away my money to people like Narcissa or Bellatrix, then we can pick this up another time."

"Do you not want to raise up an Heir Apparent?" the goblin asked, "If you die with no descendants then the Black family fortune will go to your closest kin, Narcissa's son- Draco Malfoy."

Pausing as he was putting on his leather jacket, the older wizard's eyes narrowed when he heard what the goblin said. "That is never going to happen, make my Godson Heir Apparent!"

"What?!" Harry shouted, as he heard what the older wizard said. He did not want to take on the task of another family at all, five were plenty enough, thank you sir.

Both of them ignoring him and his outburst, the goblin continued, "Well then we will need to Bloodline Embrace if that is the case."

Waving it away, the older wizard stated, "Like I said before, another time. Right now we have places to be."

"Fine." the goblin grouched out.

"Master Potter," Barnott exclaimed, seeing his chance to cut in. "There is much that can not wait until another day."

"Like what?" Harry inquired.

"We can leave the matters that concern the other accounts to another day, and make the visits to the vaults when you get back, but there is one thing I will need to bring to your attention."

"Spit it out," Sirius urged as he stood at the precipice of the door.

"I have no other way to say this Master Potter but people are using your good name for profit."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he already had a clue where the goblin was taking this.

"Well, Master Potter there are numerous books being sold that feature you without your explicit permission, one series by a witch named J.K Rowling is so successful that it made millions in Galleon. There are also ads running that have your face, toys that in the likeness of you, your name being thrown around in countless products, numerous people impersonating, a whole chain that is about you, and that is only scratching the surface."

"Wow, I had no idea I was that famous," Harry voiced, he did see a few books about him, but wow, everyone seemed to be slapping his face unto each and every product.

"Of course you are," Sirius scowled, "You are the one who defeated a Dark Lord that has been terrorizing Magical Great Britain for countless years on end and has killed too many wizards and witches to even count."

Turning away from his godson, the animagus wizard demanded, "So what do you recommend we do then?"

"Of course you will need to collect all the Royalty payment that has built up, for that you will need a Solicitor."

"Mhm, if I recall quite well my cousin's husband is a Solicitor, so I shall speak to him. Now is there anything of importance that can not wait until another day?"

Shaking both their head in a clear no, Sirius nodded his head and finally turned to face the goblin king. "You will do as you promised, correct, your grace?"

"Yes." the bulky goblin simply replied.

"Good, before we leave, we will require a vault card; which of course grants us access to the Potter and Black fortune."

"Oh, yes, yes, how could I have forgotten," the plump goblin uttered. Taking out two platinum cards, the goblin presented it to them, and he clarified to his young clientele, "All you need to do Master Potter, is give a drop of blood to the card, then the enhancements would start working, and you will have direct access to your vault. You can present the Vault Card to any store or business and it will work."

"So it is basically a credit card?" Harry wondered out loud.

Snorting in distaste, the bad-tempered goblin replied, "We have invented these hundreds of years before those muggles even thought about it."

Shrugging shoulders, Harry didn't really care anyways as he was only pointing out his observation. Watching Sirius bite his thumb, and let a droplet of his blood fall onto the card, Harry followed in his example.

As if by magic, of course, letters started to appear on his card when he let it drink his blood. In bold, elegant letters were the words; Vault Card of Lord Potter!

Continuing on his explanation, the plump goblin added, "No one can use this card except for you since it is blood tied to you, and you never have to fear of ever losing it since it will magically appear in your pocket."

"Thanks." Harry said, as he nodded his head in appreciation to the goblin.

Drawing things to a close, Sirius uttered, "We will be back before the start of the school year for the Bloodline Embrace, to check up on all the other accounts, and to go down to the vaults. For now, I wish you a farewell, until then."

Watching as the two wizards made their way out of the office, only the three goblins were left inside the room.

"Ah, they already left," Barnott sighed in glumness, "I had so much I needed to cover with young Potter."

Snorting out loud, the scowling goblin remarked, "You even bored me through the end."

"This is important stuff."

"Yea, yea, you know wizards like there stuff to be brief and simple."

Ignoring his coworker, the plump goblin continued sighing, "Ahh the Young Harry how could he recklessly invest into muggle business."

"It is his wealth so he can do as he wills."

"Enough bickering you too," the goblin king cut in, "You both know what to do, speak to the Dumbledore family account manager, and have his accounts frozen. Then call in the Enforcers for me."

"Yes, Your Majesty," the two goblins shouted as they bowed low then hurried out of the room to do as they were told by their King.

Watching as his subject hurried along, the Monarch's face finally took on an expression one of a savage grin. "All will pay who dare to interfere with our gold!"

"Wow, Sirius," Harry uttered once the two wizards were out of the bank. "I never knew you were such a hard ass!" The way the ex-Auror handled the goblins was superb. Not only has everything been set straight with his parents Will, the money going to the Dursely, and Dumbledore with all his interferences. He is also the Heir to multiple fortunes thanks to the older wizard's hustle.

"Well pup," Sirius replied as he walked out of the large door leading inside the bank. "You need to know one thing; goblins care about one thing and one only, GOLD. If you interfere in it they will come down on you with the wrath of god."

Nodding his head and taking his godfather's words at face value, Harry asked "So are we heading back or continuing with our shopping?" It was already noon and they had already wasted a good quarter of their day inside the bank.

"If I know Dromeda well then she will be taking all day to prepare for the surprise party, so I think we have some time before we will be needed back at the house."

Shrugging his shoulder in acceptance, Harry remarked, "If that is what you say."

"Now," Sirius said as he went down the flight of stairs in twos and threes, "Let's get lunch, then we can go to a barbershop, after that we can get your school supplies and anything else that you would need."

"Sounds like a plan." Harry inclined his head.

With that agreement, Harry followed behind Sirius as he lead them away from Diagon Alley and into a new section he never knew before. From the street sign he read the place they were in was called Boards Way. A fanciful place that was clearly tailored to the rich and affluent as they passed by clean, pristine roads, polite and subservient shop owners, and small crowds that were dressed up as if they were going to a ball.

Finally, they came to a two-story building with an open terrace occupying the second-floor and a staff standing outside at a booth.

"This is it." Sirius said as he walked up to the entrance.

Following at his heel, Harry came to a stop at the booth where the waitress greeted them. "Hello Sirs and welcome to the Fabled. Do you have a reservation?" It was clear from her underlying tone of distaste, the woman thought not, as she gave their muggle clothes a look over.

Silently presenting his vault card, Sirius stood back and awaited on the hostess.

"Oh," the woman said as she took in a sharp intake of breath, "You are a Platinum member of Gringotts bank!"

"Yes," Sirius simply replied as he plucked the card right out of the woman's hand, "Now if you can find us some seats with a good view."

"Yes, yes, of course, Sirs, right this way, and apologies for the delay."

Saying nothing, Sirius followed the waitress as she led them inside, up the golden-colored stairs and into the terrace... which opened up to the sea? Looking from the waitress to Sirius, Harry's confusion was evident and his silent question was clear.

Leading them to a table for two, the woman laid down their menus and stepped back. Harry couldn't hold it any longer and blurted, "Hey, why does the view show a body of water when there is clearly none outside?"

"Oh that?" Sirius asked as he turned to face the wonderful view of the ocean, "That is an enchanted view. We are not really facing the ocean, here come touch it."

Doing as told, Harry walked nearer to the enchanted view and slightly tapped it, and the whole section shimmered like it was a pool of water.

"Stick your head out," Sirius went ahead and invited, "You will see the real view outside."

"Ah, Sirs please don't do that, you might unravel the enchantments." the waitress called out as she had on a strained smile.

"Come on you are being a worry wart, let my godson have some fun we will pay for it if it breaks."

"I'm fine," Harry called out as he stepped back from the false view and made his way back to the table. "I already know what's beyond." Harry added, as he did not want to inconvenience the waitress and get her into trouble with her boss even though she might have been a slight snotty bitch for a moment before she found out how rich they were.

"Alright, sure." Sirius said as he sat down at the table.

Once they were both seated, the waitress asked, "Now what can I get you for some drinks?"

"Do you serve beer?" Sirius inquired.

From the slight wrinkling of her nose, it was obvious that was not a choice drink for the fine and fanciful. "Yes, we do Sir, and what about you?" the woman asked as she turned to face Harry.

"Get some juice," Sirius playfully mocked, "He is still too young and can not handle any alcohol drinks."

"WHAT! I can handle some alcohol," Harry exclaimed as he put on some false bravado. "I tried some Firewhisky." he then outright lied.

"Really? Okay, get him some Hard Cider!"

"Yeah, go ahead." Harry added continuing on with his false bravado.

"Alright then," the woman said, "I will be right back with your drinks and then you can start ordering."

As the waitress hurried along, maybe to outrun these wild, and crude bunch, Harry opened up the menu.

"What are they selling here, wands?" Harry exclaimed once he saw the prices. Even his wand which cost 12 Galleons cost less than these menu choices.

"If they still have the same quality as I remember then this place serves the best sandwiches in all of London. So it's well worth it, and don't worry I pay for it, it is chump change for the both of us now."

"Oh yeah," Harry replied as he recalled the HALF BILLION sitting in his account.

"So what's good here," Harry asked as he saw a whole lot of opinions laid out before him.

"Ah, they are all equally good, so don't fret. You will be getting a small slice of Europe from each option."

"Mhm." Harry said as he continued to stare at each option. As he was doing that the server walked back in with their drinks.

Setting them down, the lady asked, "Are you Sirs ready to order?"

"Yea," Harry said, making up his mind on what he will have, "Can I get the Mitraillette sandwich, the Gyro, and the Grilled Cheese."

"Okay," the woman said, not commenting on the excessive amount he ordered. "And what about you sir?"

"Just the Cucumber Sandwich will do for me." Sirius replied as he took a sip of his drink.

"Alright then," the woman said as she closed her small note pad, "Your sandwiches will be out in a moment. Is there anything else you will require?" the woman then asked while she took their black leather-bound menu.

Shaking their head in a clear no, the woman once again hurried along to complete their order.

As they were both having small chatter while they waited upon their meal, Harry noticed from the corner of his eyes a family being walked in by another waitress.

Glancing over at them for a quick second, Harry did a double-take as he turned back to face Sirius and asked him. "Is that the Malfoys?"

"I think so." Sirius said as he racked them with his eyes.

"Agh," Harry grumbled, "I so don't want to deal with their bullshit."

"What, you got a rivalry or something going on with the little junior Lucius?" Sirius asked as he grinned over at his godson.

"You can say that or something," Harry answered as he too took a sip of his drink. "All he does is throw insults around and complain like a little bitch."

"Ha, then he reminds me of Snivellus!"

"Who is Snivellus?"

"Snape, that old bat!" Sirius answered as if it was obvious.

"Ooh," Harry said as he waggles his finger at the older wizard, "I get it now. That is a good one, I should really use it behind his back."

"Go right ahead, and help yourself by all means," Sirius encouraged. "You got to keep up the Marauders' tradition of putting little old Snivellus in his place."

"Ah, there's our meal," Sirius took notice of as the waitress came towards them with their food piled up on heaps."

"Here you go, a Cucumber sandwich for you," the waitress said as she set down Sirius's light meal. "And here is the Mitraillette sandwich, the Gyro, and the Grilled Cheese for you."

"Thank you," Harry said as he started to ravenously dig in, he did not know if his large appetite came with his transformation or all the removal of all his inhibitors, but he could literally eat a horse right now.

"So," Sirius inquired, "How is Hogwarts treating you besides of course all the life-threatening things."

"It's pretty good you know, learning magic and all that stuff."

"Aha, made any friends beside of course the two I saw that night?"

"No, not really," Harry replied as he picked on his chips from the Mitraillette. "I do not know if the twins or Neville-"

Right as they were getting into the conversation, Harry heard one obnoxious voice he knew pretty well and could do without in his life. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Potter."

Turning around, Harry saw Draco coming up near him with his parents not to far behind. Sighing, Harry knew that there would be one outcome to this, a confrontation. Can't a man be left alone to eat in peace, Harry wondered to himself.

"What do you want Draco?" Harry growled as he stared up and down at the racist pureblood. No longer where they both of the same height as before, now Harry had a definite advantage over him in height, weight, build, and even aristocratic looks.

Raising his nose to the air, the pompous ass replied. "I never thought they would let in rubble like you into this fine establishment."

"And I am starting to wonder why they let in a bigot like you who only knows how to throw around his father's name."

Going red to the face, the young wizard looked like he wanted to jump his opponent, but his father came to the rescue like always. "Now boys, play nicely."

Narrowing his eyes at the Death Eater, Harry stated, "It is Lord Potter to you, Viscount of Mersea," as Harry made sure to stress the Viscount title. Although he did not want to play his hand, there was still a certain amount of unveiling of power and authority required to put some of the scoundrels in their place.

"You will address me with the proper respect required of one higher in station than you, Viscount Malfoy. Is that understood?"

Face slowly contorting, the Death Eater quickly settled back into a neutral expression though the anger was palpable in his eyes. "Of course Lord Potter."

Chapter 14: Shopping

"You will address me with the proper respect required of one higher in station than you, Viscount Malfoy. Is that understood?"

Face slowly contorting, the Death Eater quickly settled back into a neutral expression though the anger was palpable in his eyes. "Of course Lord Potter."

Wanting to dismiss him out of hand to further humiliate him, Harry held himself back from doing so. Who knew if the self-conceited ass would lose his shit and start flinging spells at him.

As the egotistical lickspittle was about to head back to his table, his wife spoke up. There was no denying that Narcissa Malfoy was an attractive woman, with her silver-blonde luscious hair, steel-grey eyes, slim hourglass figure, high cheekbones, full red lips, and haughty features. Harry would have been drooling all over her if he didn't know that she was so black-hearted. Why shouldn't she be when she married a man like Lucius and had a son like Draco.

"Who is this guest with you, Lord Potter? Is he your mysteries caretaker? We at high society have always wanted to know who took in the Potter heir."

Harry was just about to answer that it wasn't any of her business until Sirius spoke up for himself. "The name's Andrew Goldhound," Sirius stated as he had out his hand for the Malfoy woman to greet and made sure to also lay on thick the American accent. "And yes, I am the Guardian for young Harry Potter."

"Ooh, really" the woman said as she put on what was clearly a modicum of amazement. "How did you amount all the people looking to take in Lord Potter, result in him being in your care?"

"James and I go way back, so he left me first in his will to take care of our young Lord Potter."

"Ah, but I never heard about you, Mr. Goldhound. You would think that James and Lily Potter will leave their son in the care of someone well known. Not a total stranger."

"Well, you see me and James are distant cousins, plus we hit it off so well when we first met, we were instantly like brothers. So James knew I would take care of his son like I would my own if anything happened to him."

"I see, well, nice to meet you Mr. Goldhound, we will leave you to your lunches."

"And to you as well." Sirius replied as he nodded his head.

With that, the Malfoy couples started to walk away with only Draco lingering for a moment as he looked to and fro as confusion was written all over his face.

"Draco," Malfoy senior called out without even turning his head around, "Come along now."

Draco seemed to want to argue but he wisely shut up and followed along in the footsteps of his parents towards their reserved seat.

Once they were far gone, Sirius eased out his wand and waved it around as he muttered something under his breath. "That should stop them from eavesdropping." Sirius announced as he put away his wand.

Nodding his head, Harry didn't put it past the Malfoy's to eavesdrop in their conversation and he did not want anything to be let slip at all.

Facing his godson head on, Sirius seemed to have a scowl on as he asserted, "What were you thinking doing that?"

"Doing what?" Harry asked, as this was a fit that Sirius never seemed to be mad towards him. No, it wasn't anger. It was something much worse that made the pits of Harry's stomach fall out, disappointment.

"Confronting Malfoy like that!"

"What, I was putting him in his place," Harry answered, "Just like you taught me."

Putting his face into his hands, Sirius groaned out loud, then turned back to face his godson. "I have never taught you anything like that, and if I did, I apologize if I gave you the image of that. You need to know pup, that you stand in a very precarious situation. You just can't be making enemies left or right."

"But isn't Lucius already an enemy of ours?" Harry shouted, trying to defend his position and change Sirius's opinion of him.

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean yes and no. He is a death ea-"

"Shh, even if I have some wards placed around us, you shouldn't be shouting that name. Anyways, what I mean to say is that good old Lucius over there doesn't yet know he is our enemy since unlike us he thinks the Dark Lord is long dead, so we can use that to our advantage."

"Why would we ever work with our enemies." Harry asked in a barely level tone. He just couldn't believe that Sirius, the man who he thought was incorruptible, would ever recommend something like that.

Sighing out loud, Sirius stated, "Remind me next time, your politics needs a lot of work. I am not saying we bring him to our side or even turn to his side. No, all I am saying is we can use him to our advantage. Do you understand that pup?"

Taking a moment to think it over, and realizing he was overreacting for no reason at all. Harry slowly nodded his head, and said, "What you are saying is we can get him onboard for key matters, we would like to see pass."

"YES!" Sirius shouted, glad that his godson was opening his eyes.

"But what sort of matter?" Harry asked.

"Well of course, Dumbledore, duh."

"Lord Malfoy, Lady Malfoy" Harry called out as the pair of two wizards were heading out once they finished their meals.

"Yes." the older Malfoy wizard responded as he looked up from his meal and the light chat he was having with his wife.

"I have come to realize the error of my ways when my uncle pointed out that I was being insolent towards you while you have only been the proper gentlemen."

"Ooh," the wizard simply said as he clearly was never expecting that in his life. He quickly took a glance from the corner of his eye where Sirius stood a few paces away and where the Animagus nodded his head in acknowledgment.

Taking advantage of the man's moment of unbalance Harry continued, "You see I thought that House Malfoy took up a feud with House Potter when your son showed me animosity and malice."

"Is that true Draco?" Mrs. Malfoy asked her son who looked like a fish plucked out of freshwater.

"Yes," Harry continued, enjoying Draco' nervousness and unease. "Your son has on multiple locations called me a Half-blood to my face and behind my back. He has also insulted my companions numerous times, showed me complete lack of respect when he demanded a duel and never came. Plus I must add, he has shown my family's closest alley House Longbottom's heir Neville distant and loathing, plus even calling him a squib at times."

Turning to give his son a single long glare who squirmed under his father's hard glower, Malfoy senior spun around and faced the young Potter heir. "You have my deepest apologies, Lord Potter, we had no idea our son was carrying out these acts. It is clear that we have let our son's behavior get out of hand."

"There is no need for apologies, Lord Malfoy," Harry said as he played to the man's ego, "Your son's act is his alone and nobody else's."

"Yes." the man said as he nodded his head, seeming to argue wholeheartedly.

That is until Mrs. Malfoy spoke up, "Even still, our son represents his house and his behavior shines a bad light on us. There is the matter of recompense, what do you say dear husband?"

Malfoy senior seemed to be once again stumped as he processed everything his wife said and scowled at her. Then seeming to realized where he was, the old Death Eater straightened himself up, and declared, "Yes, there is the price of recompense to discuss."

"Ooh, no, no, there is no need for that Lord Malfoy," Harry said as he continued to flawlessly play the part of the innocent party in all this matter.

"Lord Potter there must be amends," the gorgeous woman said. "What do you say bequeath you a few of our magical farms and greenhouses, plus formal alliance between our two families."

Holding back the grin that was about to split his face when he got what he came here for, Harry continued with his facade and played along. "That would be too much to ask my Lady I could never accept that."

"You must my Lord," the older witch said, and oh how that sent a shiver down the young wizard spine when she spoke his title like that. "There is no way I can accept anything less."

"If you insist, my Lady." Harry said as he hung his head in stiff acceptance.

Once the two wizards were long gone, Malfoy senior turned to face his wife with rage in his eyes and shouted. "How could you give away my own properties like it is your god damn own."

"Oh hush dear husband," the woman said as she uttered their marital title in pure contempt. "I will be giving away my own properties from my dowry. You won't have to worry your little self about it."

Straightening himself up, and ignoring the tone that his wife kept with him, the wizard simply uttered "Good."

"What I would worry about is your own son." the milf voiced as she didn't even turn to face her son but rather the exit where the two wizards left from.

"Yes," the older wizard uttered as he turned to face his only son with narrowed eyes. Then the shouting started, as the Malfoy senior yelled, "Do you know what you could have cost me boy?!"

Ignoring the little father and son bonding time that was going on in front of her, the wicked witch bit her lips in a sensational manner as she turned her mind towards the young wizard that played her husband like a fiddle and ran off with all that he wanted. Steamy, carnal thoughts crossed her mind as she imagined how she would try to get her hands on the young, vigorous, and very rich wizard.

Ow, the things that they would do behind her husbands back, the things that they would do!

"So what sort of score would you give me?" Harry asked as he and his godfather walked down the roads of Boards Way.

"I would give you a 7." Sirius responded back with as he only gave it a moment of thought.

"A seven! Come on, that had to be a 10 out of 10. A clear perfect score."

"You might have fooled Malfoy and his little clone, but don't think for a single moment that your little tricks got past Cissy old dearie."

"Pfft! Come on, I had her by the strings." Harry uttered as he wasn't believing his godfather's bullshit

"Are you sure it was her and not you?!"

"No way." Harry replied but he was now sort of hesitant.

"Would you rather trust me, who practically grew up with the woman or yourself?" Sirius asked as he moved along. "Who really knows nothing about her?"

"Wait." Harry called out, trying to catch up to the man but he made sure not giving his young ward no chance at all.

"First stop, the barber shop!" Sirius announced as they stood before a small squat blue building that had the sign of: Weeoanwhisker's Barber Shop. The store was located in Horizont Alley much like "Diagon Alley" is a play on "diagonally", Horizont Alley was a play on "horizontally".

Walking inside, both wizards were greeted to a pleasant atmosphere where a single elderly man whose hair long turned grey sat listening to the radio.

Seeing two new customers walk in the shop owner got up from his chair, and patted the stool over. "Hello, are you here for a hair cut?"

"Yes, Mr. Whisker's" Sirius announced, "Just for my nephew only though."

"Alright, come, sit, sit."

Doing as he was told, Harry sat down at the rotating stool, there really weren't that many hair cuts he got in his life. Usually, his hair magically stays the same mop of unruly hair. Once he was comfortably seated, the older man asked what type of hair cut he wanted and Harry started to describe what he fancied.

"Yea, just trim the top and cut my hair short on the sides and back." [A/n: check out the cover to see haircut.]

"Okay." the man answered as he started to get to work.

As the man was finishing up, Harry asked, "I was wondering Sir, will my hair grow back up overnight?"

"Is that an issue you face son?"

"Yea, once my aunt gave me a really bad hair cut and my hair grew back up overnight. That was the last time I ever got a hair cut, and strangely my hair stays the same."

"Ah, you got magic running things amok," the old man said as realization blossomed on his face. "Let me see what I can do about that." the man said as he reached into a drawer and started looking around.

"Yes here it is," the man said as pulled out a Sleekeazy's hair product. Spraying the canister all over his head, the man expressed, "This will make sure your hair grows naturally and keeps out magic from running wild."

"Thank you," Sirius said as he got up from his seat where he was reading some magazines. "Here is the payment," Sirius added as he presented his vault card, "Make sure you take an extra 25% for the spray."

"Thank you Sir," the older man said as inclined his head.

Once they were done, both wizards headed out, and continued on with their shopping.

The next stop they made along their tour was Gringotts Money Exchange a wizarding Bureau de change, there they used their vault cards to exchange some Galleons into British pounds so they could have some pocket change on hand.

Next stop was the Stowe & Packers Magical Bags which sold all sorts of bags whether it be suitcases, backpack, wallets, handbags, small packs, duffel bags, briefcases, and other accessories. Harry made sure to spend well there as this shop had very useful bags that were magically expanded thus he got himself a magically expanded suitcase which was as big as a whole closet.

Then he got himself a wallet that could fit thousands of British pounds and as many business cards as he could want. Last but not least, Harry got himself a handbag which would be of immense use since from now on he would not have to lug around his books at Hogwarts. Just those three magical items cost Sirius over a hundred Galleon and when it was changed into pounds it was thousands.

After that, the two wizards went to a shop called Cogg and Bell Clockmakers. There Sirius picked up a mysterious package, and no matter how much Harry begged and pleaded the man never said what was inside it. The only thing the older wizard let slip was that it was his birthday gift.

Then it was to go to Dr. Filibuster's Fireworks where they picked up all kinds of fireworks for the birthday party. Just from that alone told Harry, Sirius and Mrs. Tonks were going above and beyond for his birthday party.

Afterwards Sirius and Harry made their way to Bowman E. Wright Blacksmith, metalsmith shop that sold numerous weapons, armor, and other accessories. Harry was more interested in the accessories more than anything else as he bought an Earring of Evasion which helps you dodge spells and physical attacks, though he did not know when he would get his ears pierced.

He also bought a Ring of Resistance which grants the wearer resistance to most elemental damage whether it be Fire, Lightning, Ice, Acid, Force, and Psychic. In addition to that, Sirius pointed out an unusual pocket knife which granted you a small modicum called a Lucky Blade to which he quickly bought on Sirius's card. At that point, he really didn't care when the blacksmith named the ridiculous price of 400 Galleons for all three items.

Following that, the two of them made a small pit stop at a cart called Eternelle's Elixir of Refreshment which sold all matters of beverages and smoothies. There Harry got some rainbow-colored drink which contained every fruit possible in each sip and it had the inverse effect of temporarily changing your pupil color every time the sun shined on it.

After drinks, it was to the House-Elf Placement Agency. When Harry asked why they were going there, Sirius's simple answer was, "You need a bunch of house-elves to make sure all your properties are at tip-top shape and so do I."

Harry couldn't argue that point since he recalled that his account manager telling him the horrible state all his properties were in.

Walking into the place, they were immediately greeted to two house-elves that held the door for them. Entering the store which was dark and dingy, and contained nearly nothing, they spotted a young man sitting behind a desk picking his nails and twirling his wand in the other hand.

"Hello." Sirius greeted as he walked deeper into the store.

Looking up from his nails, a young man with slick back blond hair and muddy blue eyes stared up at them. "Hello to you," the young man greeted back as his teeth shined in the light. "What can I do for you today?"

"I am here to buy in bulk house-elves." Sirius stated.

"Great," the young man said as he got up from his reclined position and removed his feet from the table. "Do you have proof of your buying power?"

Presenting his vault card before the laid back young man, he stared down at it as his eyes widened and nodded his head.

"A platinum member, dang you do not see a lot of those. Well then come with me to the back!"

Chapter 15: Slave Market

"May I ask why you are buying all these house-elves?" the young man asked out of plain curiosity as they walked into the back which was set behind a purple velvet curtain.

Giving the boy a blank look, Sirius's glare said it all.

Holding up his hands in mock surrender, the young man gave a sort of apologetic look to placate the powerful wizard. "Alright, I shouldn't be asking!"

"Then don't." Sirius simply stated as their short journey finally came to an end. Up ahead was an opening large enough to fit 2 men abreast which seemed to lead into a wide area.

Passing through the opening, all three wizards walked into a large cavern that seemed to stretch on forever. Glow worms lit up the cavern in a dozen different hues as it shined a light on all passes going on below.

Up on above from the precipice that they stood on, everyone seemed to be like tiny ants as they scurried along.

"If you would follow me." the boy said as he walked down the ledge built into the cliff.

Following after the man, they all made it to the foot of the cliff, they walked towards the market place and entered under a giant archway where two wizarding guards stood at attention.

Finally entering the market place, Harry had a good view of the whole plaza.

Walking down the roads were other witches and wizards dressed in all kinds of robes and strange hats, and purchase of the day were slaves. An endless variety of different magical beings were collared and caged with wizards and witches buying and selling them.

Harry saw tiny races like Sprites, Pixies, Fairies. Short races like Gnomes, Dwarves, Goblins, Brownies, Leprechauns, Kobolds, and Darklings. Mighty, powerful races brought low by wizarding hands like Giants, Trolls, Centaurs, Ogres, Orcs, and Minotaurs. Fairer races like Veela, Nymphs, Succubus, Dryad, Mermaid, and Naga.

The list of all the magical beings that Harry saw in the marketplace was endless, and they were all at mercy of the wizarding-kind.

Elbowing his godfather in the ribs, Harry whispered, "Is this place even legal?"

"Yes it is," the boy leading them answered as he must have heard Harry. "And it has the Ministry's stamp of approved all over it."

"My nephew wasn't speaking to you." Sirius stated as he gave the guide a hard glare.

"My apologies then, I was only answering the kid's questions. I did not want him to have the wrong thoughts about this fine establishment."

Snorting out loud in clear derision, Sirius responded with, "There is nothing 'fine' about enslaving intelligent beings."

"Ow come on," the man said, "Aren't you here to purchase enslaving intelligent beings?"

Going stoic in the face and eyes lightly blazing over, the magic flowing in and out of Sirius was palpable. "DO NOT presume anything boy! Unlike you, I do not abuse and torment other magical beings for profit and gain. So DO NOT compare me to the likes of you!"

Wiping that obnoxious grin off his face, the young man hastily nodded his head and the overwhelming pressure abated then disappeared altogether and everyone was finally able to get a wheezing breath in.

"Now," Sirius simply said, "Take us to the house-elf section of this vile place and be quick about it."

"Yes, yes." the boy said, and this time he truly meant it as he scurried along the marketplace and towards their destination.

Finally, they reached a large tent the size of a house and rooted on the ground was a sign that read; House-Elf!

"We are here." the yellow tooth man declared as they came to a stop at the foot of the tent.

Taking out his black leather wallet with dragon designs on it that he just bought at the magical bags store, Sirius withdrew a few hundred-pound notes and passed it along to the man. The man gracefully nodded his head as he took the money, though from the wrinkle of his nose, it was clear he did not appreciate getting paid in muggle money.

As a final note Sirius added before the young man ran along, "Next time make sure you keep your mouth shut. Not that many people will be as patient as me and won't throw a spell at you when you run your mouth at them."

Nodding his head in understanding, Harry didn't know if the young man took to heart all that Sirius said to him as he watched him run along.

"Let's go in." Sirius voiced as he strolled up to the tent. Opening the tent flap for all of them once he reached the canvas, both wizards walked in.

Immediately the first thing that Harry noticed was that this place was a whole lot bigger than it looked from the outside. Straight away Harry knew that some sort of magical expansion was at work, a seemly all-time favorite proficiency for wizards.

The person who greeted them was a portly, short man who instead of being dressed in traditional wizarding grab he wore muggle formal dress wear with a top hat. Hanging off of his coat was a golden chain connected to a pocket watch and a monocle positioned on his right eye.

On his table were three tiny caged creatures who looked despondent inside their gilded cages.

"Greetings, greetings, gentlemen. What may I do for you today?" the man squeaked in his high pitch voice.

"We are here to purchase house-elves." Sirius plainly announced.

"Wonderful, here we have many options that you can choose from. We have house-elves that can cook all kinds of cuisine, ones that can make your home spotty clean, others that can fix and repair all damages, some that can throw elaborate parties, those that can take care of your children, and of course we have personal house-elves for wizards and witches."

"Good," Sirius said, "I want all of them." he promptly stated.

"Al- all of them?" the man asked in shock. "Did you say you want all of the house-elves I have, Sir?"

"Yes," Sirius answered as he put the seller in a conundrum. Harry had the feeling that his godfather was finding great enjoyment in bothering and putting the short man in awkward situations. "Can you do that?" Sirius asked, and it was clear from his tone if the man couldn't then the wizard was leaving.

"Yes, yes I can," the house-elf seller replied quickly. "Please come with me to the back."

Following after the man, they all walked deeper into the tent until they reached the back which opened up to a squat housing area that contained dozens upon dozens of house-elves.

"We have in stock a total of 37 house-elves that have been trained up and ready to be sold. A total of 98 house-elves that have yet to be instructed to a proficient, and 215 youngling house-elves that haven't even started their training yet."

"Good, good," Sirius said as he nodded his head. "I would like all of them then."

"Ar- are you sure my Lord?" the man asked as he took a handkerchief out of his coat pocket and dabbed at his forehead. "A lot of them still haven't been trained up a skilled level, and do you want the house-elf youngling as well?"

"That is of my concern," Sirius stated as he gave the short man a hard look, "Can I get all of them or not?"

"If that is what you wish my lord then it shall be fulfilled." the man squeaked.

"Good, how much will it all be?" Sirius asked.

Closing his eyes shut and silently muttering under his breath the man did some quick calculation, then declared, "It will be 25,000 Galleons, my Lord."

"Here." Sirius said as he presented his vault card.

Taking the proffered vault card, the short man gawked at the card for a moment then nodded his head in appreciation towards Sirius. "Would you like the house-elves transferred anywhere my Lord? It will be free of charge thanks to the large purchase you made."

"No, I am fine," Sirius replied. "I will just have them apparat and side along apparition any younglings."

"All right my Lord, will there be anything else that you require of me?"

"No." Sirius stated, but Harry cut him off and asked, "Are those three creatures out front for sale?" Harry asked.

"No," the house-elf seller seemed to begin with, then he thought better of it and changed up his tone. "For you my young Lord, those fairies are all yours."

"Thank you." Harry replied, he did not know what came of him but he just felt sad for those caged fairies as he got to learn. He knew that there was nothing he could do for all those caged magical beings since he realistically couldn't buy all of them and free them no matter how rich he was. That would make him broke no matter how he looked at it, but there was something he could do for a very few.

"Now if you can leave us for a moment, while we take care of the bonds." Sirius declared with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, yes," the man said as he hurried out, "I will just wait for you at the entrance my Lord."

Once the man was long gone from the dark, dingy housing area, Sirius turned to face the house-elves who had been watching them. "Who is the one in charge here?" Sirius asked to the small crowd at large.

"I would be the eldest here master." an old house-elf spoke out loud as the crowd made way for him. The creature was even more ancient than Kreacher and it seemed like it would fall over at any moment and die.

"What is your name?" Sirius asked as he turned to face the house-elf who stood before him.

"Habrey master." the house-elf replied as he bowed his head low.

"Well Habrey," Sirius said as his expression softened up for the first time since he entered this slave market, "It looks like we are your new masters, but let it be known that we will treat you all with respect and care. Also as long as you serve us faithfully, we shall give you any clothing."

Bowing his head low once again, Harry thought for a moment he would tip over and break a hip, but the house-elf stood rigid and firm. "Thank you master, we shall ever be in your good graces."

"Thank you," Sirius said, "Now I will need you to divide everyone into groups. We have a lot of properties that need to be taken care of and some in dare need of repair."

"I will get to it at once master," the house-elf stated. "Can I present to you two house-elves?"

Nodding his head in acquiescence, the elderly house-elf called out, "Makrey and Halpey, come up here."

At his call two adult house-elves walked up to the front and bowed low when they came before both wizards.

"May I present to you, Makrey and Halpey, masters. They will make wonderful personal house-elves for the both of you."

"Thank you, I really do need one." Sirius stated, obviously mentioning his unhelpful house-elf, Kreacher.

On the other hand, Harry shook his head, and stated, "No thanks."

"Why master?" the elderly house-elf asked, "If both of them are not to your liking, there are others to choose from."

"No, it is not that," Harry said, "I already have a house-elf in mind for the spot."

"Ooh," the elderly house-elf replied, "My apologies then master for asking."

"It's alright." Harry said, trying to console the house-elf before he starts punishing himself.

"Well then let's quickly bond, we must be on our way." Sirius announced to which the house-elves lined up in a single file line.

"Ah, this is going to take a while." Harry remarked as he saw that the line stretched on for quite a while.

"Won't it." Sirius nodded as he sighed.

Exiting out of the shop they came through, both wizards were back in the busy cobblestoned street of Carkitt Market. Behind them walked out a few house-elves who wouldn't let up until they permitted for them to come with and carry all their shopping supplies.

"So," Harry began, "I am still curious to know, did the Ministry really allow the existence of that slave market?"

"Yep." Sirius simply stated.

"But- but how?"

"It is just the way that the wizarding world operates- the subjection of other magical creatures for the benefits of the wizarding-kind. Where do you think your magical ingredients come from whether that be minotaur horns, pixie dust, thunderbird feather, or those wand cores like phoenix feathers, dragon heartstrings, and unicorn hairs? What about clothing material like Acromantula silk, Dragonhide, and Wampus cat fur?"

"I thought, you know, hunting or... asking nicely." Harry replied as he went red in the face at his own idiotic response.

"Maybe in the past we might have hunted for our own magical ingredients, but now they are all grown in farms where magical creatures and beings are breeded for wizarding use."

Feeling sick to his stomach Harry asked "So those farms and greenhouses I am being gifted by Narcissa are slaughterhouses for magical creatures and beings?"

"Yes." Sirius answered back with a deep resonate sigh.

"Wait," Harry said, as he thought back to what the older wizard said to him, "Didn't you say that my family owns some farms and greenhouses?"

"Well you should know that Light families only raise magical beasts, not magical beings. Your family is well known for their Griffin and Golden Snidget farms."

That was a big relief for Harry, the only comfort he found in that was it was basically magical animals and everyone had farms of cows, sheep, and chicken. He wondered if that was exactly what his ancestors argued to themselves, that they were not subjecting thinking beings but only animals.

"Now are you going to release these fairies or are you going to keep them in there forever." Sirius asked as he pointed towards him.

"Ooh," Harry said as he remembered the fairies he bought from the man. Looking down at his hands were three beautiful gilded cages that contained three equally adorable tiny fairies.

Opening up the latch, the doors swung open to the slight hot air breezing past. "Sorry I totally forgot. You're free." Harry announced to the tiny creatures as he put on the warmest smile he could. They must have thought it was a trap by the evil wizard as they didn't move an inch from their spots inside the cage.

"Come on," he said, "I promise I won't hurt you."

Staring up at him, one fairy was brave enough to take the first step then when nothing happened, she took another until she was out the cage and flapping her wings outside. Once the other two saw that one of them made it out safely, they also followed and stepped out of their cages.

"You're free," Harry repeated, waving them off into the distance, "Go out there and live free."

"What's the point?" one fairy asked. "We will just be recaptured again, especially in this crowded wizarding area."

"Not with that thinking will we ever be free." another fairy argues, to which Harry picked up was the one who was brave enough to step forth first.

"I just want to go back to the grove." the other fairy cried out.

"Okay, okay," Harry said, stopping the little incessant chatter right there. "What if, I set you free outside of some forest, huh?" Harry asked, as he got to know that fairies lived in forested areas.

"That wouldn't really help us at all Sir." the plucky fairy stated.

"Why?"

"We are disconnected from the hidden groves." the gloomy fairy answered this time.

Breaking out into tears, the fragile one cried out, "We will never get to see our sisters again!"

Having nothing to say, Harry let the fairies play out their grief and lose, he really had no idea what else he could do for them.

Hesitantly asking them that exact question, Harry queried, "What can I do then for you?"

Speaking up for the first, Sirius voiced, "They have no choice but to stick with you or else they risk being recaptured since now they do not have the full backing of their kind any longer."

Turning to face his godfather, Harry grilled, "Why are they disconnected from their hidden grove?"

"We were cut off because we were captured and our sisters safety can not be jeopardized by slaver wizards following the bond between us and our grove." the tiny gloomy fairy answered him in a matter of tone voice.

"Ooh," Harry simply replied. Taking a deep breath he faced the tiny magical creatures and asked, "If you do not mind then you are always welcomed to my godfather's home and mine's as well."

"Thanks, I guess." goth fairy shrugged out in response.

Once again breaking into tears, the plucky fairy tried to comfort her sister and muttered to her, "Don't worry Fluttershy, the nice wizard will let us live with him."

"Yea," Harry tried to console the fragile fairy, "You will have a lot of fun, Fluttershy, and we are just about to go to my birthday party."

Turning back to face the other two fairies, Harry asked, "Since we will be living with each other, can I get to know your names. I already know Fluttershy."

"The name's Twistyweb," the goth fairy answered back, "And she is Bravegrass."

"Nice to meet you wizard," Bravegrass greeted, "And what is your name?"

"Harry Potter," Harry answered, "And this is my godfather, Sirius."

"Harry Potter?" Bravegrass repeated, "As in Harry Potter who defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort?"

"Yep, that is me," Harry replied, "In the flesh and all."

"Wow." Fluttershy said, speaking up for the first time without breaking into tears.

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