Chapter 9
Severus left when Harry would not speak to him again and Harry cried himself to sleep. He didn't know why he wanted to get to know the man who had given him away, he just didn't get it, and sometimes he really didn't understand himself. After crying himself to sleep Harry ended up in a vision. This time, to his surprise was not a meeting, all Voldemort had to do now was think about him and Harry would be there, as he found himself tonight. Their bond had become so strong that if one thought about the other when they were sleeping, they would see what the person who was awake was doing
What Voldemort had been thinking was that only two people would be able to get into Slytherin Castle, Potter and himself. He was sure there was a spy in his ranks so he decided to call his death eaters to Umbridge Manor and keep this place a secret. It had been hidden for a very long time and he was lucky to have found it.
Voldemort was busy, very busy because he was leaving Europe to try and get the vampire's on his side. He was going to see the Snare clan; they were close relations to the Snape and Malfoy families. They lived outside Europe so he had to travel; he was desperate for followers so he was willing to leave and to get them on his side. Meanwhile he was convinced that 'the stinking snivelling rat could not do this, neither could any other of my followers'.
It was he who had wanted an alliance with the vampires not the vampires with him but he was determined to have them on his side. He would go to any lengths to win them over, from what he had heard they were ruthless killers and very creative. He had no decent death eaters left; the only able one left was good for potions alone. He slowly got dressed in green Slytherin robes. What else would you expect in Slytherin castle? Purple robes!
Voldemort looked around the castle in awe; glad he had come this way. He had heard of it thanks to the Chamber of Secrets but he had thought it only a legend, but now he was here in the building looking at priceless things that had been wielded by Salazar Slytherin himself. Not only were the daggers years old but also even Harry had to admit they were stunningly beautiful. The green emeralds and real crystals set in the silver daggers glinted, they were not to be wasted on killing; no one would want to dirty them.
Not only were his daggers in the building but there was also an axe that was crafted with Latin engravings, which he didn't understand. His diary was there too and to his surprise, there were dark arts and potions journals. Contained in one was a cure for the werewolf curse, which made the Dark Lord smile; he had the perfect way to lure the werewolves to his side. With this cure they would be forever in his debt, 'yes' was all Voldemort could think 'they would be'.
He left everything where it was before apparating away, he had business to attend to. When he got back he was going to give the journal to his potions master and get the cure right away. He wanted the werewolves on side as soon as possible; people would start to come back to him because no one wanted to get on the wrong side of a werewolf. Things were looking up for once and for the first time since the bombings started, he began to relax.
Harry who had seen everything woke up covered in sweat, but his face was one of triumph. Yes, was all Harry could think, he had read the Dark Lord's thoughts just as he had seen through the Dark Lord's eyes. If he blew up Slytherin Castle then Voldemort would have nowhere else to hide. He was giddy inside, and to top it off, Voldemort would find out just who had been blowing up his hideouts and killing his followers. Oh yes, in a few days the war was going to be over one way or another, because when Voldemort found out he was going to go after Harry with a vengeance. He was going to be furious when he realised and that was playing right into Harry's hands.
"I will have to do it before the evening, because tonight I will be going back to Hogwarts with those manipulative sods," was all Harry could think before he wondered out loud, "Will I be able to get everything from the castle in time?" He frowned and said to himself 'better get going then and get it over and done with. I have school to get to which I could do without'. He didn't need to go to Hogwarts because he already knew everything useful they could teach him.
With a sigh he got dressed and took an empty trunk he had found in a cupboard of the cottage. The place seemed to be getting smaller and smaller every day, he wondered if that meant he was getting taller. He shrunk the trunk with a swish of his hand and picked up the rest of his bombs, after the entire place was a castle not just a manor. He guessed there were many protections on it so he needed all the bombs he could get. Shrinking everything he grabbed the bag he wanted and with a 'pop' he was gone. If he had stayed a moment longer he would have seen order members come in and look for him but he had put a notice-me-not spell on all of his things, including his owl so they left thinking he hadn't been there.
Dumbledore was getting desperate now. The papers had found out about Harry not being at his muggles for the summer, for they had seen him in Diagon Alley. This made the minister contact Dumbledore who had to tell him that Harry Potter had legally become an adult in the wizarding world.
"Headmaster, I was given to believe Harry Potter went home to his muggles for the summer holidays. Why then was he wandering around Diagon Alley?" he said, his voice one of a whiner because that was the only thing that the minister seemed to do.
"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this minister, but Harry Potter has become an adult in every sense of the word. He has control over his finances and everything. His monitoring globe in the ministry is broken; the goblins had marched in and smashed it leaving a confused Madam Bones. She read the notes and realising he was an adult, could do nothing about it," said Dumbledore.
"That was why I didn't get money this month from the accounts! Well Dumbledore, if you don't have the money to satisfy me then good day," said the minister, leaving Dumbledore in a rage. How dare the bumbling idiot just dismiss him like that? It was he who made that idiot Fudge popular, it was him who made sure he was minister of magic. If anything that idiot Fudge should be giving him money.
He had been using Harry Potter's money to finance the Order, not having his own money to do so because that had all been spent on the first war. He had used Harry's money to get a few ministry officials to do things for him, and to get the Weasleys on his side. But now he had none of that. The Weasley's were divided, Charlie and Bill were hardly around and last time they were, they had been outraged by their family stealing Harry's money and had not spoken to them since. As for Fred and George, they had liked Harry even though they had not been forced to. They had helped him before he had introduced himself and had not changed once he did while Ginny liked hero Harry and never saw the person underneath. Hermione and Ron had simply used him and for a long time too.
The money the Weasleys and the headmaster had stolen was all gone; as for the ministry officials they were about to find out just whose money they had been taking. Minister Fudge already knew but the others - well let's just see.
Minister Fudge sat in his office in a huff; he could not believe that his extra income had stopped. The money had had gotten from the headmaster had paid his rent as well as other his other bills, while his salary and donations from Lucius Malfoy were his to spend. And spend he did! But a large amount was in his vault and he was glad to still have it, but it would not be for long.
The Minister was just about to get up for lunch when an owl swooped over to him, waiting patiently for the burden to be removed from its leg before it flew out in to the night. That told Fudge the owner of the letter was not waiting for a reply. He turned it over and saw to his surprise the Gringotts seal. "Bout time too," he said, before opening it with a happy sigh. His mood changed when he began reading it, he went completely pale and shaky then dropped it. He ran from the room and immediately floo'd the bank to try to stop the inevitable. He didn't see Madam Bones open the letter and gasp, or see her copy it and leave the original where it had fallen so he didn't suspect anything.
Minister Fudge,
The Potter accounts you have been getting money from, through Albus Dumbledore are now closed. Mister Snape, AKA Harry Potter is expecting the money back.
Since the Dark Lord's first defeat until today you have been receiving money, money that does not belong to you. The lawyers at Gringotts have decided that you are liable to refund all the money. This is because Harry Potter didn't know; therefore the money was taken against his will and illegally.
Your vault's contents will be emptied into the Potter vaults.
There will be a bank statement coming through soon.
Good day.
Ragnog
Gringotts Bank Manager,
Head of the Gringotts Bank
Families Snape, Evans, and Potter's Accountant
"You can't do this!" yelled Fudge as he entered the office of Ragnog.
"It's too late Minister. You see the transfer is already complete and we are following the letter of the law. If you want it to get out, keep fighting but if you shut up you just might be Minister for a while longer," said the goblin, taking pleasure in seeing the bumbling idiot reduced to blubbering red face baby.
"Fine!" yelled the man, stomping his foot like a five year old. The only thing missing was the cute podgy face, not that Fudge could ever have been cute, the huge ugly pout on the man's face made the goblin wince, and the sight was truly pathetic.
"And before you go, here." He thrust a piece of paper towards Fudge, "There is no point wasting owls when you are already here. It is your statement, including how much money you have left. Good luck and may the gods grant you gold, because Mr. Snape sure won't!" said the goblin to the minister, who was pasty white having just looked at the statement of his accounts.
Bank Statement of: Mr. Fudge,
1st Jan - 1000 Gallons into account, Taken out 1st Jan
1st Feb - 1000 Gallons into account, Taken out 1st Feb
1st March - 1000 gallons into account, Taken out 1st March
1st April - 1000 gallons into account, Taken out 1st April
1st May -1000 gallons into account, Taken out 1st May
1st June - 1000 gallons into account, Taken out 1st June
1st July - 1000 gallons into account, Taken out 1st July
1st Aug - 1000 gallons into account, Taken out 1st August
1st Sep - 1000 gallons into account, Taken out 1st Sep
1st Oct- 1000 gallons into account, Taken out 1st Oct
1st Nov - 1000 gallons into account, Taken out 1st Nov
1st Dec - 1000 gallons into account, Taken out 1st Dec
Every gallon for fifteen years will be paid back; we do not want to get on the wrong side of Harry Potter for he is ready to sue.
Money taken 12 thousand times fifteen 2010 gallons
Money left 107 gallons total
He had taken the money from the account and paid for everything the day it was deposited and that was just a year's worth. He had been doing that since he became Minister of Magic, which had been a while after the Dark Lord fell and Harry was put with his relatives.
Thankfully it was all paid back and Harry was having the laugh of his life. Meanwhile there were people like Dumbledore and Fudge trying to get money and make it looking like nothing had happened. It was harder for Dumbledore than Fudge because Fudge at least had some money, but Dumbledore didn't, and he had an order to finance. Things sure didn't look good for Dumbledore for at the moment.
Severus Snape had not been able to spend money for years. His accounts had been locked until Harry being Master Snape had come along and unfrozen them. He was not a wanted criminal anymore so he was able to get money from his accounts, not that he needed it for he had spent little of his wages for the last fifteen years and had made extra selling potions.
Harry was currently planting the bombs in Slytherin Castle. He had just collected another huge trunk full of treasure that even a pirate would have envied. There were objects that people would die and kill for, things that were wielded by Salazar Slytherin himself. One thing was for sure, Voldemort was going to go ape shit. He was going to go on a killing spree but as long as he came for Harry that was alright, he didn't want other people hurt because of him.
After he had shrunk everything, the rooms were bare. Harry had even taken the furniture, which he thought was bloody nice, it would suit whatever room it graced. With a sigh and a 'pop' he left Slytherin Castle. He had spoken to a snake that to his surprise had belonged to Salazar Slytherin himself. He had taken it with him, he may want to kill Voldemort but he wouldn't do it if he hurt innocent beings in the process. Apparating with a snake was tricky because he had never done it before but thankfully they were both ok.
He told the snake in hisses, Go and feed. Come back in an hour. If you are not back, I will be leaving without you. I have school to go to! before he went off to the bathroom, he really liked that bathroom.
After he took a shower he got dressed in the nicest clothes he had, then he put his school stuff in a bag as well as packing a few books to read and another few that he wanted to give to someone. He was ready five minutes before the train was scheduled to leave.
I is back master, hissed the snake as it came in. It was a beautiful blue and black snake,
Good! I was about to go without you, he hissed back, amusement in his voice. He was looking forward to scaring everyone with his new looks and now his new snake.
I is glad you didn't master, said the snake crawling up his leg like a baby wanting his mother.
Ok, lets go, hissed Harry and my name is Harry not master. Please don't call me master ok?
Very well m… Harry, said the snake. Settling down on Harry's neck it hissed in contentment at the heat radiating from Harry's body.
With a 'pop' he left the house that had been his home for a short while. He was not sure he would ever be back, especially if his vision proved to be correct. He knew he would miss it terribly.