"Talking"
"Thoughts"
"Writing"
"Spells"
AlekTas: First let me say that Harry is not going to become some Adonis that women fall over or a muscle head who beats everyone up. I originally thought up those rituals to help him with his Dueling skills, thus the endurance, reflexes and eyesight. His strength will not be insanely high and people could easily be stronger then him if they are older or in better shape. As for not being mentioned, everyone always says Voldemort did rituals to increase his power so I went with it in a different way. Harry will be effected by the mind probes in Hogwarts but I made it that way so he has something to work around and figure out, I didn't want to just give him a free pass.
bookaddict19: Thanks for the correction, I think spell check caught it and changed it but whatever. I will keep those girls in mind as options.
Pric3y: Harry will be starting his own business and hire the Jacobs to come work for him, I know I didn't go into detail but Michael was not a boss just good at what he did.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
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Harry Potter let out a sigh as he stopped writing in his notebook and rubbed his eyes. He had been reviewing Tom's, Voldemort's real name he found out, memories of his first trip to Diagon Alley after getting his letter. Harry's had arrived a few days ago and Harry would admit he was quite excited to get it and immediately wrote out a reply only to go outside looking for an owl and not find one.
And so Harry waited until the next day, more letters arrived but no owls were to be found again. This pattern continued for another day, Harry even waited outside early to try and catch one but the owls never landed and simply tossed the letters towards the house and they magically floated through the slot. Harry had even spent a few hours meditating and looking through the mind book, what he called the memories of Voldemort, to see if he had any idea what was going on but it was for not.
Harry turned to the clock on his wall and saw that it was getting close to midnight, raising an eyebrow he flipped the calendar on his desk and found it was going to be his eleventh birthday at midnight. Harry leaned back in his chair and thought about the years that had passed since his trip to America and how much better he felt. No longer was he the nervous and scared little boy who worried about upsetting people, now he was confident and saw the world in a new light. Oddly enough he found he was imitating a young Voldemort, through the memories Harry had watch the soon to be Dark Lord and found him to be what Harry wanted to be. Able to blend in with Purebloods and Muggleborns, Harry found out Voldemort was actually a Half-blood like he was, and had the respect of all the teachers in the school. It seemed Dumbledore was the only person in Hogwarts that didn't like the young student; something Harry knew wouldn't be a problem for him. Harry stretched and stood from his chair and started to get ready for bed. The only drawback that Harry found with the memories was everything he watched was in real time so for every minute he watched a memory a minute passed in the real world. Harry had to be careful with what he wanted to see as well; asking for vague things like dark arts would show him every memory Voldemort had that even mentioned them. After trial and error Harry found that if he was specific as possible or had a date it was easy to filter through the memories.
Looking at the clock Harry realized it was his birthday in two minutes, just enough time to watch a certain memory. The very first memory he watched was the night of his parents death, he wanted to know what happened and why Voldemort came after them. He had cried the first time he saw it and even now, after years of watching, it still chocked him up when he saw his parents. Of course after more research he found out more about that night and those involved, needless to say what he learned stoked the coals of his anger and Harry was already making plans for vengeance. Taking a breath Harry started to focus and bring up the memory of his parents death, he had watched his father get hit with the killing curse when suddenly he was broken from the thoughts by a loud noise.
"What the devil is that?" Harry said as he got up from his desk and moved to the window. Moving the curtain aside Harry saw a large man on a motorcycle pulling up in front of the house. Harry raised a brow as the man got off the vehicle and headed towards the house, curious Harry started towards the stairs when he heard the knocking at the door and Vernon yelling about degenerates with loud motorbikes. Harry waited a moment before he headed out of his room and down the stairs.
"Budge up ya great lump." Harry didn't recognize the voice as he walked down the stairs.
"I won't have your kind in my house!" Vernon yelled, hearing this Harry realized the visitor had something to do with him. Taking the stairs two at a time Harry arrived at the door to see the large man squatting to keep his face in the door way, which Vernon was doing his best to block.
"Is there a problem Uncle Vernon." Harry asked, calling Vernon uncle for the first time in years. Vernon turned around at the sound of his nephew's voice and looked panicked at what to do, Harry had grown colder over the years and it was not lost on Vernon. The man would admit he was afraid of his nephew now. "It is rather late to have guests."
"An here's Harry!" The large man said as he finally pushed past Vernon, who was frozen with what to do. "Last time I saw you, you were only a baby." The large bearded man looked Harry up and down. "Got your fathers look to ya but those eyes are all your mothers."
Harry smiled at the words, after the rituals he no longer needed to wear glasses and also found if he wanted to he could cut his hair and comb it. After Petunia had forcibly cut his hair and it grew back Harry had never bothered with it until recently. "You knew my parents Mr.?"
"Haven't introduced meself have I?" The man chuckled out. "Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts." Hagrid said with a smile and held out his hand, which Harry had to shake with his whole arm.
"A pleasure to meet you Mr. Hagrid." Harry said with a smile. "Why don't you go sit in the living room while I speak with my Uncle." Hagrid turned back and looked at Vernon then back to Harry and nodded.
"Course Harry, would ya mind gettin me a spot of tea? The trip was a bit rough." Harry nodded to Hagrid as the man walked deeper into the house; Harry waited a minute before he turned to Vernon.
"First I didn't know he was coming so calm yourself down." Harry said in a harsh whisper, cutting off his Uncle before he could speak. "Now I don't want you here and you don't want to be around more "Freaks"." Harry used air quotes as he said the word. "Take Dudley and Petunia to a hotel, I'll reimburse you later." Vernon mulled the idea over in his head before nodding and heading back up the stairs.
Harry let out a sigh and rubbed his temples before heading into the kitchen and preparing the tea. Harry walked into the living room as the water began to boil to see Hagrid taking up the whole couch. "So Mr. Hagrid to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this late?"
Harry watched as Hagrid thought over what harry had just said, making Harry believe the man was a bit slow. "Well Harry we was gettin worried when your letter to Professor McGonagall never came, so the Headmaster asked me to come and check on ya."
"I see, well the reason I did not respond was because I didn't know how to send a reply. The owls that brought them never stayed for a response." Harry said calmly as he sat down on one of the living room chairs, Hagrid shot him a confused look.
"That's not right." The large man said as he stroked his beard. "Owl's supposed to stay and wait for a response, hmmm." Harry studied the man and believed Hagrid had no idea the owls were not staying. "Well don't matter now, Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to take ya to get your things tomorrow at Diagon Alley."
A bulb went off in Harry's head when he heard that. "Dumbledore must have planned for this man to take me to the Alley. From talking to him he doesn't seem all that intelligent so maybe this is a way to keep an eye on me and in the dark still." Harry mused to himself as Hagrid reached into the pocket of his coat.
"Almost forgot." Hagird said as he pulled out a package and sat up to hand it to Harry. "Happy Birthday Harry, I might have sat on it at some point but it'll taste alright." Harry took the package and opened it to see a slightly mushed cake with the words Happy Birthday on it.
"Thank you Mr. Hagrid." Harry said with a genuine smile, Hagrid chuckled and waved at the boy.
"None that Mr. stuff lad, just Hagrid is fine by me." Harry nodded at the man and rose to get plates and silverware. "So Harry I bet you have questions bout you parents and Hogwarts?"
For the next hour Harry asked general questions about Hogwarts and his parents, some of which he knew the answers while most about his parents brought a smile to his face. Soon enough though Harry announced he should go to sleep so they could head to Diagon Alley early, Hagrid agreed and did his best to get comfortable on the couch.
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Harry woke up to the sound of his alarm and quickly began getting ready for the day, making sure to look over his notebook at his plans. While it wasn't going like he planned Harry found this hiccup actually might make things easier, Hagrid was trusting and seemed to be easily manipulated because he saw Harry as a kind little boy. Putting on a white long sleeve button up shirt Harry then put on a black tie, vest pants and shoes. While it might look odd for an eleven year old Harry knew after he got a robe it would all look correct for a Pureblood wizard. Harry walked into the bathroom and opened a drawer to pull out some make up, knowing people would recognize him from the scar, and the fact it would draw attention if he placed a notice me not charm on it, Harry came up with the idea of covering it with make-up. After the Removal Ritual the scar was fainter but still visible to anyone that would look for it. Finishing up Harry jogged down the stairs to see Hagrid snoring and sleeping on the couch still. Walking into the kitchen Harry went about making breakfast for the two of them, while he no longer had to cook for the Dursleys Harry found cooking a useful skill to have until he could get some house elves.
"Mmmmm somethin smells good." Harry turned to see Hagrid looking into the kitchen from the doorway. "Well this is a treat, no one'l believe Harry Potter cooked me breakfast." Hagrid finished with a chuckle, Harry pretended to join in the laughter.
"I hope I made enough." Harry said as he put another skillet of bacon on a plate, he prepared enough for a family of four but put three servings on plates for Hagrid. The large man was very thankful and soon after they finished Hagrid clapped his hands.
"Right well lets get going, we need to get your things for Hogwarts." Hagrid announced before they both heard a tap on the window, turning they saw a small owl tapping its beak on the glass. "Oh seems me papers here." Reaching into his pocket with one hand Hagrid opened the window with the other to let the bird in. Harry watched Hagrid take the paper and hand the small bird some coins. "I can read this later." Hagrid said as he got up from the table, Harry nodded and started to clear the table.
"Hagrid how am I supposed to pay for all my things, I saw you give that owl some coins and I assume the money magical people use is different from non-magical money?" Harry said innocently though it was all a part of his plan.
"Ah right you don't know, see Harry we use coins in the Wizarding World. Gold one's called Galleons, Silvers are Sickles and them Bronze ones I gave the owl are Knuts." Hagrid explained. "As for money your parents left you some at Gringotts, that's the Wizard bank run by Goblins."
"Goblins really?" Harry asked in fake surprise, Hagrid chuckled and nodded. "So my parents left me their bank account?"
"Well they created a vault for you." Hagrid said as he dug into a pocket on his coat. "Headmaster gave me the key to it so we can get your money out." Harry was curious how Dumbledore had his key but put on a fake smile and nodded. "What happened to ya scar Harry?" Hagrid asked as he finally looked at the boy.
"Oh well in school some kids would pick on me for it so I learned to cover it with make-up." Harry said as he moved closer and so Hagrid could make out the faint outline of the hidden scar.
"Well that's smart; help keep others from swarming us in the Alley as well." Hagrid replied with a grin at Harry. "Smart boy like ya mother, course your dad had a good mind to just used it more for pranks then books." Hagrid finished with a chuckle as he headed for the door. "Let's get to it Harry."
Harry nodded and followed after the large man out of the house to the motorcycle, Harry noticed it had a side car he missed last night. Hoping into the sidecar Harry got comfortable as Hagrid started up the bike, which was even more irritating close up to Harry, and began the trip to London.
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Harry let out a sigh of relief as Hagrid pulled the bike to the curb and shut it off. Dusting himself off as he got out of the sidecar. "Right, here we are Harry." Hagrid said with a grin as he waved at the pub. "This is the Leaky Cauldron, it's a famous place." Harry nodded absently as he followed Hagrid towards the shabby looking pub.
Entering Harry noticed a few people sitting around chatting quietly, most with half empty drink in front of them. Almost everyone looked up as they entered, several giving a wave to Hagrid or a small greeting.
"Morning Hagrid, the usual?" Called out the man from behind the bar but Hagrid shook his head.
"Can't Tom, on official Hogwarts business." Hagrid said before clapping Harry on the shoulder, making the young boy almost fall to the ground. Tom seemed to give Harry a long look before nodding.
"Shame, need any help opening the alley?" Tom asked as he jerked his head towards the back wall.
"No thanks Tom." Hagrid said as he led Harry to the back wall and stopped in front of a trash can. "Let's see Three up..two across, stand back Harry," Moving a step back Harry saw Hagrid tap a brick three times with his umbrella. The brick wiggled for a second before a hole appeared in the middle of it, slowly growing until it became a archway. "Welcome to Diagon Alley Harry."
Harry did his best to look awestruck; through the memories of Voldemort he had seen the alley. Harry looked around at all of the stores as he and Hagrid walked down the street.
"You'll be needing one of those." Hagrid said as he saw Harry looking at a display of cauldrons. "First we need to get ya some money."
Walking farther down the alley they came to a large white building with bronze doors, Harry's eyes immediately looked to the armed guard standing by the door. "A goblin." Hagrid whispered to Harry as he saw followed the boys line of sight. Harry nodded and started up the stairs to the doors, the goblin giving them a bow as the passed.
Inside the bank many goblins sat on tall stools behind a long counter, some writing in ledgers while others weighed stacks of coins. Hagrid led Harry over to a free goblin and cleared his throat to get its attention. "Morning, we've come to take some money outta Mr. Harry Potter's vault." Hagrid told the goblin.
"Do you have his key?" The goblin asked, watching as Hagrid nodded and reached deep into his pocket fishing for the key.
"Got it." Hagrid said after a few seconds of digging and held up a small gold key. "Also I have a letter from Professor Dumbeldore about You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen." Harry cocked an eyebrow at the information but brushed it off as Hagrid handed over the letter and the goblin read it carefully.
"Very well." The goblin said with a nod as it handed the letter back. "I will have someone take you down to the vaults, Griphook!" The goblin yelled over his shoulder.
"I also had some questions about my parents vault." Harry said suddenly, causing Hagrid and the goblin to give him a curious look.
"What?" Hagrid asked confused.
"You said this vault was mine so I wondered if they had one and what was in it." Harry said innocently. "I was curious if, as their son, I was allowed to look inside. Maybe find something they owned."
"You will have to prove you are indeed Harry Potter." The goblin said, causing Hagrid and Harry to look at him. "If you are then you have the right to look over your family vault."
"Family vault?" Harry asked, suppressing a grin as his plan started to unfold.
"The Potters are an Ancient and Noble House and have had a family vault since the opening of Gringotts." The goblin replied in a tone that made it seem like Harry should know that already.
"Harry I don't think this is a good idea." Hagrid said with a worried tone, Dumbledore didn't mention anything about another vault to him.
"But Hagrid." Harry did is best to look sad. "I don't have anything from my parents and this is my best shot." Harry mentally grinned as he saw Hagrid frown.
"Well I guess a small detour won't hurt nothin." Hagrid said with a small smile, he felt bad Harry didn't have anything to remember his parents by.
"Well that business for Professor Dumbledore sounds important Hagrid." Harry told the giant man, watching as he nodded to the words. "Why don't you go take care of that and I'll join you afterwards. I mean it might take me a bit to get access to the vault." Harry did his best to play up the importance of the task set by Dumbledore so Hagrid would leave. Hagrid seemed to be weighing the choices as another goblin appeared.
"Yes." The small creature said to the seated goblin, though it held it's hand up for silence as it watched Hagrid.
"I guess that's alright." Hagrid finally said with a small nod. "I can wait for ya here after I'm done." Harry smiled and did his best to hug Hagrid to confirm the large man had chosen right.
"Griphook please take Mr. Hagrid here down to vault seven hundred and thirteen." The seated goblin ordered before turning to Harry. "Follow me Mr. Potter." Hoping down from his stool the goblin started to walk down the room towards a hallway. Harry gave Hagrid a smile and wave before following after the goblin, once they turned the corner Harry dropped the innocent and awestruck look and grew serious. He saw the goblin leading him look back and raise an eyebrow at the sudden change but it said nothing as it led Harry down the hall to a wooden door with the name Bloodeye Head of Heritage Department in gold written on it, giving it two sharp knocks.
"Enter." A voice said from the other side, pushing it open Harry saw the room was a large office with a small desk in the middle and filing cabinets around the wall. "Yes?"
"I have someone who needs to be confirmed." The goblin leading Harry said as it moved to the side so the other could look at Harry.
"Come in a sit down." Bloodeye ordered, Harry assumed he was talking to him so he walked across to the desk and sat in one of the open chairs. "Supposed name."
"Harry Potter." Harry said to the goblin who nodded and hopped of his chair, walking towards a filing cabinet. Opening it Harry heard the shuffling of papers before the goblin pulled out a folder and walked back to the table. Harry noticed the coat of arms on the folder was his families, having learned it and others from a book Sarah bought him. Bloodeye opened a desk draw and sat a small knife on the table along with a piece of parchment from the folder. "Cut your finger and rub the blood on the parchment."
Harry noded and picked up the knife, cutting the end of his index finger and rubbed it over the page. Harry watched in fascination as runes appeared around the page and words appeared as if some invisible person was writing them. Bloodeye picked up the page and looked it over before handing it to Harry.
Name: Harry James Potter
Father: James Charles Potter
Mother: Lily Potter née Evans
Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Potter
Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Black
Harry was shocked to see the part about the House of Black but said nothing as Bloodeye walked over to the wall and pulled a rope. Harry paid no attention as he started to think about what this new information was going to do to his plans, both positive and negative. A knock on the door broke him from his thoughts and he turned as Bloodeye spoke.
"Enter." Another goblin opened the door and walked in side, giving Bloodeye a bow. "Take Mr. Potter to Goldtooth." Bloodeye said as he placed the parchment back in the folder.
"This way Mr. Potter." The goblin said as it gestured to the door.
"Thank you for your assistance Department Head Bloodeye." Harry said with a slight nod to the goblin before he stood and walked for the door.
"May your day be filled with gold Mr. Potter." Bloodeye called out as Harry started to leave. The goblin watched the child wizard as he left, his mind calculating what he had witnessed today.
Harry followed the small creature farther down the hall, taking a few turns until they came to another door. While similar to the last it read Senior Account Manager Goldtooth. "Enter." Harry heard after the goblin ave a quick knock.
The office was smaller than Bloodeye's but seemed more welcoming, Harry noticed a few family crests on the back wall with his among them. "What is it?" Goldtooth asked, not looking up from his ledger.
"Mr. Potter was sent here by Bloodeye." The goblin said before turning on its heel and walking out.
"Have a seat Mr. Potter." Goldtooth said as he closed his ledger and inspected Harry. "How can Gringotts help you today?"
"I wish to take up the family ring Senior Account Manager." Harry responded immediately, the goblin looked surprised at his answer.
"Are you sure?" Goldtooth asked, he was well aware Harry was in his right to as he was the last of his house but it was uncommon for an eleven year old to become a lord.
"Positive, I also am curious how I am the Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Black." Harry said with while looking up at the crests. "Who would I speak to about that?"
Goldtooth got up from his seat and moved over to the wall were a cord like the one Bloodeye used earlier. Pulling it Goldtooth walked over to a filing cabinet and removed a small box from it. "This is the family ring, your father left it under Gringotts care during the war." Goldtooth said as he placed the box on the table in front of Harry. "The box is charmed so only the blood of someone worthy can open it." Walking back around his desk Goldtooth pulled out a dagger and slide it across the desk.
Harry checked his cut from earlier and was surprised to see it was healed so he took the dagger and cut his finger again. Letting a drop hit the box Harry watched as it glowed with power before snapping open to reveal a gold ring with a rectangular ruby set in it, atop the ruby was his family crest. Taking the ring Harry placed it on his left hand ring finger, the ruby glowed and Harry felt the ring shrink in size to fit his finger. "Congratulations Lord Potter, may you bring much gold to your family and may your enemies tremble at your name." Goldtooth said with a small bow to Harry.
"Thank you Senior Account Manager Goldtooth." Harry replied as a knock came at the door.
"Enter!" Goldtooth barked out. "Take this to Senior Account Manager Ripjaw." Goldtooth said to the newly entered goblin as he scratched something out on a piece of parchment and handed it to him. "Now Lord Potter what do you wish to discuss about the Potter account?"
"I trust no one has touched it since my father died?" Harry asked as he ran his thumb over the ring.
"Your Grandfather actually." Goldtooth replied as he went back to the same filing cabinet and pulled out a large ledger. "With the war going on your father never really took an interest in the Potter name. Lord James left me with instructions to watch over the account and your family interests, making any changes I saw fit to make the Potters money." Goldtooth sat in his chair and dropped the ledger on the table. "I made a few investments for your family during your time away, mostly in companies that came about after the war but a few that survived."
"Well done Senior Account Manager." Harry said with a nod, he was happy his family wealth was intact because it was one less thing to worry about. "What is the current balance in the account?"
"The Potter vault currently has one million eight hundred and thirty seven thousand Galleons, various jewels that equal up to roughly another eight hundred thousand Galleons." Goldtooth reported as he flipped open the ledger. "The Potters own various acres all over England as well as a few overseas in France, Germany and Spain, I have had offers for some of the land but I was hesitant as your father might have wanted to use it for something."
"See if any of the buyers are still interested and contact me if they are." Harry told him with a nod as he thought over everything. "What of the family home?"
"Very well." Goldtooth said while making a note on some parchment. "Potter Manor is located in Kielder Forest, I am unsure of its upkeep since your parents demise."
"I will look in to it, are you aware if any wards are in place?" Harry asked but stopped when another knock came at the door.
"Enter!" Goldtooth called out thought Harry could tell the goblin was getting tired of saying that. The goblin who entered was carrying a large ledger and a small box like what his ring was in. "Senior Account Manager Ripjaw, Lord Harry Potter." Goldtooth said with a nod to each as he identified them.
"Lord Potter." Ripjaw said with a nod to Harry. "I believe this is why I was called." Ripjaw placed the box on the table and took a step back.
"How am I the Heir of the House of Black?" Harry asked curiously as he looked at the box.
"Your Godfather is Sirius Orion Black." Ripjaw started explaining. "As he had no children and did not want the Black fortune to go to his cousins so he named you his Heir. Since your Grandmother was a Black you qualify."
Harry hummed in thought. "I was under the impression Sirius Black was disowned." Harry had read up on everything involving his Godfather, after seeing the memories of Voldemort he knew Sirius was not a traitor like everyone thought. He was going to work to free the man later on and use his false imprisonment for a few things, as well as get to know his father's best friend.
"He was but as his Lord Father watched the Dark Lord kill even Purebloods that didn't bow to him he reinstated Sirius." Ripjaw answered. "He figured that way whichever side won the Black Family would live on." Harry chuckled and gave a nod.
"I see." Harry said but frowned. "How can I be the Lord if Sirius is alive?" Harry hoped the man wasn't dead.
"Wizard law says that if the Lord of an Ancient and Noble House fails to do his duties for five consecutive years he can be replaced by his heir if one exists or a family member if no heir exists." Ripjaw informed him, harry had read up on many of the Wizard World's laws but there were a lot to remember.
So Harry stood and cut his finger again to open the box, he smirked when it opened and revealed a silver ring with a black stone in the middle. Unlike the Potter ring the stone was circular but still had the family crest on top of it. "What is the procedure for wearing two rings?" Harry asked the goblins.
"You can will the rings into existence." Goldtooth answered. "So will away the Potter ring, place the Black on and then call whichever you need when you need it." Harry nodded and focused his magic on his ring finger, smiling when he felt the ring disappear he placed the Black family ring on.
"There are things we must discuss Lord Potter-Black." Ripjaw said gaining Harry's attention. "As the previous Lord has been imprisoned these ten years I could not make any changes to the account and there are many overdue loans to collect."
Harry nodded; he figured blood purists like the Blacks wouldn't let a goblin have freedom with their money. "How many Ripjaw?" Harry asked as he took his seat again.
"Ten." Ripjaw answered as he opened the ledger. "Nine are not overly large, loans for startup buisnesses, but one is rather high." Ripjaw passed the new Lord the ledger and pointed to the name.
"Malfoy?" Harry asked surprised, he thought the family was rather rich.
"After Lord Malfoy's marriage to Narcissa Black he took a loan to start his company and a few to keep it afloat during the war." Ripjaw explained. " Lord Orion saw no need to collect then, after his death Lord Sirius didn't have a chance so Lord Malfoy has just ignored it. I believe he thinks his son was to become the next Lord Black." Harry chuckled, Malfoy was a powerful man according to what he has read and now he had leverage over him.
"How badly would this effect the Malfoy family?" harry asked as he continued to look over the ledger.
Ripjaw hummed in thought, he was over the families' accounts and while he couldn't divulge much information he could tell a little, especially to the Black family. "I would say close to a third of the Malfoy's vault." Harry let out a whistle and nodded.
"Wonderful." Suddenly the young Lord frowned and looked at the goblins. "You will have to inform the Ministry I am now Lord Potter and Black correct?" Ripjaw was about to answer but Goldtooth held up a hand to silence him. Since meeting the boy he thought he wasn't exactly what he would expect and had an idea of what Harry wanted.
"Legally we must inform the Ministry when there is a new Lord." Goldtooth chuckled and grinned. "However nothing says we have to give a name." Harry grinned and nodded to Goldtooth.
"I want everyone to know I am Lord Potter, as I'm the only choice it's obvious." Harry resonded. "What would it cost for you to hold off on notifying the Ministry of a new Lord Black?" Ripjaw and Goldtooth turned to each other and then began speaking Gobbledegook to one another.
"One hundred Galleons." Ripjaw answered, Harry was sure it was high but didn't feel like negotiating.
"Very well, take it from the Black account and wait until October to notify them." Harry said with a nod. "After you notify the Ministry send out reminders of the debts owed to the Blacks." Ripjaw nodded and reached for a piece of parchment and a quill from Goldtooths desk. "How much would it cost me to get warded so all mail for Lord Black comes here Ripjaw?"
"A small fee of ten galleons a month will pay for us to collect and check your mail for hexes, charms and other spells." Ripjaw answered, Harry nodded and the goblin made another note on his parchment.
"Goldtooth add that fee to the Potters as well." Harry informed the other Accountant. "I trust that includes forwarding the mail also?" Harry saw both goblins chuckle and cocked an eybrow.
"If you had not asked we would have charged extra." Ripjaw said with a grin, Harry shook his head but chuckled as well.
"Also want monthly statements sent at the end of the month on my accounts, send both in one envelope." Harry said with a snap of his fingers.
"Very well Lord Potter-Black, if you allow me to see your rings we can add the ward to them." Harry nodded and held up his hand, allowing Goldtooth to ward the Black ring first then the Potter.
"Any other business Lord Potter-Black?" Ripjaw asked as Goldtooth finished.
"I think that is all for now, I'm sure Hagrid is getting worried and I can visit some other time before I leave for Hogwarts." Harry said as he stood. "I need a guide to the Potter family vault, also combine my personal vault with the family one." Goldtooth nodded and made a note before turning to the door.
"I will take you to the vault Lord Potter-Black." Goldtooth said.
"May your vaults overflow with gold Lord Potter-Black." Ripjaw said as Harry followed Goldtooth out.
"May your enemies die horrible deaths Ripjaw." Harry replied, Ripjaw sending him a toothy grin as harry disappeared out the door. He was happy with how everything was going and with the Black family fortune and name behind him he could accomplish more. Smirking Harry followed Goldtooth down the hall with a slight bounce in his step.