(a/n): THanx for the reviews. As I rather telegraphed last time, this will put an end to the Diggory troubles.

Harry has been unfair to Tonks, as several have commented, actually saying they wouldn't read anymore. I immediately thought of Mr. Anheiser from 2012 who famously wondered "What? Life isn't fair! ?" I had considered taking that down even further animosity, but there's another character that can fill that role.

Homeschooling I would have questions about. First, is it permitted? Canon Harry, would he even consider it as he never really made a break from Dumbledore? Big one, everyone he knows is at Hogwarts, so Who?

Onto the fun!

13 – Financial Matters

"Up Harry!" a pillow accompanied the shout. Ron did such things a bit warily after his friend's return from Azkaban. In an earlier time he would have pounced on the bed and pounded him. This was a shot from long range.

Harry groaned and opened his eyes, he sat up and glared at his friend "Gimme a minute. Wanna tell me why you can't get up this easy all week?"

"Another Hogsmeade day, of course." Answered Ron, cheerfully.

Harry grunted in response and pulled himself up "Not for yours truly." He grumbled "Today, I'm the Head of an Ancient and Noble Family."

"Oh…right" Ron said with a nod, his manner changed too "The thing with Diggory. What are you going to do? I'd want him dead."

Harry started for the showers and said "Let's just say, don't ever cross Madam Bones."

"You're the one with her niece, mate." Dean offered.

Harry was all too willing to chuckle along with him. And it wasn't until breakfast in the Great Hall that he retaliated by asking "Hey Dean? How many brothers does Ginny have?"

"Three." The black boy answered after glancing around. And he wasn't entirely happy at being reminded of Fred and George. Ron didn't worry him much though.

That Ginny was scowling at him didn't alarm Harry. He just shook his head and added casually "Six."

"GIT!" protested Seamus as he was sprayed with pumpkin juice.

Ron burst out laughing. His previous expression, relating to his little sister dating, was completely forgotten. Professor McGonagall appeared and said "Calm yourself Mr. Weasley. And Mr. Finnegan, I recommend a visit to the lavatory."

"Yes, Professor." The Irish boy mumbled, giving Dean a death glare.

There was laughing all around, except for Ginny who demanded "You just had to do that, didn't you Harry?"

"He started it." Harry said, amusedly waving at Dean "Said the same about Susan, he did. Go be angry at him."

Draco Malfoy had a near pathological need to impose himself. He simply could not allow laughter and fun to occur at Gryffindor Table "Honestly!" he said pompously "You Weasleys never stop seeking new lows. It is just barely acceptable for a pureblood wizard to make use of a Mudblood. But for a real witch, no matter how low to whore her-"

"YOU SONOFABITCH!" shouted Dean. He was by far the closest, plus there was his longer than average reach. He grabbed the blond Slytherin and punched him square in the jaw. Ron, heedless of Hermione's protest, and of any of the food in the way jumped over the table and eagerly joined in. He pulled the shaken Draco to his feet. Dean delivered a crunching blow to his ribs.

Before it could become a free-for-all, the enchanted ceiling crackled with thunder and lighting, and Headmaster Dumbledore shouted above the noise "EVERYONE SIT DOWN! Thank you. Now that will be one hundred points from Gryffindor -(Slytherins cheered)—And one hundred points from Slytherin. Detentions only, will be addressed by your Heads of House. Both Houses are dismissed to your Common Rooms. Now! Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are welcome to continue breakfast."

x x x x x

"I am ashamed of all of you!" Professor McGonagall's voice lashed out through the Common Room "Brawling! In front of the whole school! And in front of Professor Dumbledore no less! As punishment, Hogsmeade is revoked for Gryffindor today. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Thomas, you will report to Professor Snape's office in one hour for detention."

Ron cried out "But, Professor-"

"Silence!" she snapped "Apparently you did not learn from Madam Bones' lecture last time something like this happened. And, as Mr. Malfoy was a victim of your assault, his Head of House is most appropriate to determine a method of ensuring there is no repeat. The rest of you, I suggest looking upon this as a study day. Dismissed. Mr. Potter, a word."

Harry followed her to her office. After she sat, he asked "Professor?"

"I am fully aware your situation today does not fall in under normal school rules." She said "You are free to go."

Harry nodded "I appreciate that, Professor. It's not something I'm really looking forward to."

"Can I help in any way?" she asked.

Harry sighed "No Professor, it's a family matter."

"Very well." She acknowledged "But, another topic is on my mind. Your actions this morning, or, more accurately your lack of action. Normally you are the first in. This time you sat by."

He answered "I'm under orders from my Regent not to seek confrontation with House Malfoy. And, besides, there were plenty of professors around." With that, he departed and walked right into an argument.

"Calm down, Gin." Ron grumbled at her "It's my job."

Ginny stood there, hands on hips, intentional or not imitation of the Weasley matriarch "I am perfectly capable of defending myself, Ronald Weasley! And you, what do you have to say for yourself?" She turned an annoyed look on Dean.

"You really shouldn't have fought like that." Hermione added "And in front of the whole school."

That was when Harry spoke up "Careful there, Dean. Look Ginny I think their hearts were in the right place. If I had a sister I wouldn't let anyone talk like that. Malfoy's lucky he's still walking. If you'll excuse me I need to change."

"Wahhhoooo!" Ginny catcalled when Harry reappeared about twenty minutes later. She was sitting on the floor, using Dean's knee as a headrest, with her Charms book propped up on her legs.

Harry was wearing his dress robes from last year's Yule Ball. He was still putting on weight from his Azkaban stay, but they fit properly. He just had to pull his belt one notch tighter than when he wore them before. "Thanks, I think." He muttered, embarrassed.

"Your pardon, Master Harry." Dobby said, after a pop and a puff of smoke "But, Mistress Regent Potter tolds Dobby yous wear this cape."

The back and breast were handsomely embroidered with the Potter Family Crest. The clasp at his neck was a remarkable piece of jewelry. It was solid gold with a mount that was, again, the Crest. Its colors were created not with any paint, but with tiny emeralds, rubies, and diamonds.

Girls swooned, some for real, some mockingly. The youngest ones giggled behind their hands.

"You're almost as gorgeous as Draco!" yelled Ginny. She burst out laughing at his dirty look. Glanced at Dean and laughed louder. Right to the point where she had to clutch her stomach.

Harry looked at Ron and commented "I'm gonna give your sister my glasses. She needs them more than I do."

"Can I ask you something, Harry?" Hermione wanted to know.

His response was an unwelcoming "I guess."

"I've been reading about Magical Families and the Wizengamot." She explained "And, well, can I come with you?"

He answered "No. I don't know if I can count on you to be on my side."

The Common Room got suddenly very quiet and everyone found something else to look at.

"Can't you give her a break?" whispered Ron. He pulled them both into a corner. "Right, Harry, I'm really not taking sides here. But I miss the way we used to be. You remember, don't you? First Year? We pulled Hermione out of the lavatory when the troll trapped her. You two solved that, that…err Potion puzzle. And the Second-"

Harry held up a hand to cut him off and said "Yeah Ron I remember all that. And if she did too, she never would've believed I killed Cedric. You didn't."

"I remember it all, too, Harry." She said weakly "But, at the time … all the witnesses - thousands … your wand was tested. And it was, finally, my memory that cleared you."

Harry shrugged "Did you know Susan was at the trial? She told me almost … that is … she could tell people were … could've gone either way. Right until you testified. So if you think I owe you for clearing me, I think that cancels it out."

"That's not the way I meant it, Harry!" she snapped.

He didn't look at her, but addressed his best friend "Ron, she's your girlfriend and I respect that. Look why don't you study or snog or something while I'm gone?"

x x x x x

"I'm impressed!" said Susan, looking him up and down. "You clean up nicely, Lord Potter." She curtsied before him.

It drew a lot of attention that Harry did not really want. He blushed at her and lightly poked her shoulder "C'mon Sue cut it out!" he whispered.

"By your command, My Lord" she retorted playfully. In the month since he'd been freed Susan had seen him pale, but not for a while and not once due to a few words "Are you alright? Harry? What's wrong? What did I say?"

He gestured vaguely and, in strained tones, said "That's what they called him. Voldemort's people. Don't ever call me that again."

"Of course, sure, no problem." promised Susan. "I didn't know."

He smiled at her and said "I know. You meant it as a joke. And I get it. Ready to go?"

"Stop! Potter!" the harsh voice of the Potion Professor commanded.

Harry's soft expression vanished instantaneously "Wha'd'ya want, Snape?" he asked, exactly matching the tone.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for your disrespect." the Potion Professor sneered, looming over the arrogant brat "Your House was restricted to campus."

Harry did not bother looking up. In fact he was mainly interested in Susan's warning look. With his eyes he let her know he saw it. However, with recent revelations he had lost all interest in peace with this man "I have personal business to attend to. Professor McGonagall is aware."

"What business is that?" Snape demanded.

Harry shrugged, still staring several inches below the top of his black cape, he growled back "It's personal and it's none of your business."

"How dare you speak to me-" Snape began. He was apoplectic with fury.

Dumbledore appeared out of nowhere and ordered "Severus, you may go. Harry does indeed have clearance to leave today."

"Headmaster you heard what he said." Growled Snape.

Harry interjected "Judge, have you forgotten what Snivellus did to me as a baby?"

"Brat!" Snape snarled and he grabbed Harry by his hair.

The boy's response was close to lethal. His wand was out in an impressively fast draw, jammed under the Potion Master's chin and the Bombarda spell that Hermione had used to blast the lock of Sirius' cell door was half out of his mouth.

"Harry! Severus that is enough!" Dumbledore commanded sharply. A flash of magic from the old man separated the battling pair and the student's spell simply rocketed off into thin air. He was in possession of both their wands. "Severus, go, now. Harry, you understand how dangerous what you just did was?"

Harry countered, stubbornly "So is throwing a baby into a street."

"This grudge must stop." Dumbledore said, forcefully.

Harry pushed his fingers through his hair and said "I agree, Judge. Let me know when he's willing."

"Professor Snape has my complete confidence and trust, Harry." The Headmaster insisted "And, I expect you to give him the same. In addition to the courtesy due a Hogwarts-"

Harry gave a disgusted snort and answered "I trust him as far as I can throw him. And I respect him as much as he does me."

"Regardless of that, Harry." Said Dumbledore "You will serve two weeks detention for attacking Professor Snape."

Susan saw the furious look on his face and cut in "Excuse me, Professor. But what punishment will Professor Snape serve for his assault on Harry?"

"That case is closed, Miss Bones." Dumbledore told her.

She shook her head and said "Not that, Professor. Professor Snape attacked Harry just now. From my point of view, sir, it is more that Harry was defending himself. Maybe he overreacted a bit, but I think that would be related to his imprisonment. If Harry chooses to appeal your punishment, then I would have to report what I saw."

"Detention suspended." Dumbledore decided, offering a grin "Harry, I trust you will take the notion of mercy into your upcoming meeting."

Harry simply glared at him and said "Come on, Sue. It's about time for that portkey."

x x x x x

"Young Miss Bones!" they were accosted almost immediately upon their appearance. And by no less a personage than that of the Minister of Magic, himself "And in the company of our Boy-Hero!"

Harry snapped back "Don't you mean Boy-Murderer? That is what you called me?"

"Come! Come! Harry!" he said, boisterously "No point holding a grudge. After all we got you out the moment new evidence came to light."

Harry grunted, and said quite coldly "Get your arm off me, Fudge." That was when a camera flash went off.

"Susan, go on in. Sit opposite the Diggorys. I need a moment with Harry." Madam Bones greeted them outside her Headquarters conference room "I thought you might like to hear, I've learned something. Now there is some bad news associated with it, but I think it would please you to know that I have sufficient evidence to allow you to discontinue your friendly relations with the Malfoy Family."

That pleased Harry no end, once he filtered through her statement "Why? How?" he wanted to know.

"After." She insisted "I merely wanted you to have something to look forward to. Shall we?"

The conference room was quite large. It was dominated by a heavy, dark brown, wood table that could seat thirty. On the walls were paintings, the oldest of which was dated 1608. One of them was of Madam Bones herself. It wasn't hard to guess that the others were previous Directors of The Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Susan had not quite obeyed her Aunt's instruction. Her natural instincts drew her to the baby girls. She couldn't quite tell the difference between the little twins. But that didn't stop her from playing with one and making silly baby talk.

"Having fun?" asked Harry, quite disarmed and amused by the sight. But, that only held him for a moment. He gritted out a single word of greeting "Diggory."

Amelia said "Everyone sit. Susan, here please."

"I have assumed control of the family for this negotiation." Jessica Diggory said, formally "I hope this is acceptable to House Potter."

Harry smirked across the table. He allowed Amelia to answer "We have no objection. Your internal affairs are no concern of Ours. I would like to begin with a brief history so Our Heir fully understands the situation. In 808, the Noble House of Diggory sponsored the Potter Family's promotion to Noble House status. This was enacted in 812. The Noble House of Potter was remarkably successful after that. Less than a century later it was first sponsored for Ancient and Noble status. Despite the now substantial disparity in wealth, the two Houses signed a Treaty of Eternal Peace and Friendship in 880. At the time, the agreement was sealed by the marriage of Illona Potter to Amos II Diggory. The Potters were finally promoted to Ancient and Noble status in 1006 over the objections of, at the time, close allies Bones and Malfoy. This second sponsorship came from all four of the Founders of Hogwarts."

"See that! You owe me!" Amos burst out.

Jessica glared at him "Be silent! I would silencio you were you not holding the girls! We apologize Regent."

Harry found himself giving Susan a strange look "Interesting, that."

"By the actions of Amos VI Diggory, I Regent Amelia, void the Treaty of Eternal Peace and Friendship between House Potter and the former House Diggory." She declared formally, taking hold of the parchment and tearing it twice "House Potter will no longer be bound its terms."

Susan flinched at the act. "If I might, Auntie?" she requested "Why wasn't there any magical backlash?"

"Amos, by his very actions, voided the Treaty." Amelia answered. Then continued "To anticipate, magic is as much about intent as about knowledge and power. Amos suffered no ill effects from the Treaty's magic because he essentially believed his actions were justified. And that, frankly, troubles me as well."

He shrugged and sneered "I did not know this was a research discussion."

"Admitted." Amelia acknowledged with a nod, she pulled out a new scroll "Here is a new Potter-Diggory Contract. As you are no longer even a Minor House, a treaty is not appropriate. House Potter will set aside 50,000 Galleons in trust for the benefit of Stacey and Melissa Diggory. Payment will begin with their acceptance to Hogwarts, or a similar Muggle school of your choice, should they prove to be Squibs. As a second concession, House Potter will not pursue any criminal charges against Amos Diggory for his attacks on its Heir."

Mrs. Diggory interrupted "As a matter of record, other than when Harry Potter was standing over our son's body, and when he was actually convicted, there is no evidence of my husband touching the boy."

"There is his admission, directly and in person, to paying Aurors to beat and starve Harry while in Azkaban." Amelia countered "And not actually hitting him during that time is a pitiful defense. The person paying for the abuse is as guilty as the abuser, more so in fact. To continue, I will add my voice to that in exchange for the names of Aurors who received payment. You will find the combination sufficient."

Harry grumbled at basically everyone in the room "And let's not forget really innocent victims. Like Hedwig and Dobby."

"An owl and an elf-" Amos snorted, but his wife cut him off with a solid elbow in the ribs.

"Understood, Harry." Amelia said calmly "And unfortunately there are no laws protecting either. In exchange for House Potter's concessions, you will be required to do the following. First, Amos will publicly acknowledge Harry is innocent of Cedric's murder. He will also apologize, again publicly, for the harm done him in Azkaban. Second, you will, both of you, enter a pensieve containing Harry's memories of his imprisonment. In Amos' case it will be of the first person variety. Third, Stacey and Melissa will know about all of this. Harry's wrongful conviction. Your abuse of him. Who's funding their education. And, finally, no arranged marriages without Potter consent."

This time, Amos didn't even get a syllable out "YOUR terms, Regent!" his wife shouted him down "Are harsh. We do have alternatives."

"None of which, Mrs. Diggory, would keep your husband out of Azkaban." Amelia pointed out "If you choose to follow any other route than this agreement that is where he is heading."

In a low, hateful growl Amos hissed "Bitch!"

"There is one, final condition." Said Amelia, acting for all appearance not to have heard the insult "This will be a secret protocol… Susan."

The girl protested "But, I'm your niece!"

"Not for this." Amelia ordered "Now go." After Susan left she continued "I expect people will interpret your resentment of this agreement to mean you are willing to plot against House Potter."

Jessica pledged "We will do nothing to encourage that."

"You misunderstand me." Amelia said, and she disregarded the expression on Harry's face "I want either of you that is approached to go along with whatever you are asked to do. And report to either myself or Harry. Whoever does is likely to be working for Voldemort."

Amos sneered at her "Do your own spying!"

"It was Voldemort that had Cedric killed." Harry pointed out "Thought you wanted revenge on his killer. Or can you only beat up on defenseless prisoners?"

Amelia chided him, slightly "Harry." Then turned to Amos and queried "Have we a bargain?"

"Done." Mrs. Diggory said.

Amelia presented the parchment with the new Contract, and a quill "This is a special quill." She said "Used under any other circumstances, it is illegal. This is a blood quill. It signs in the user's blood. Harry, you've probably never seen one before. It will hurt, some. The four of us will sign."

"I just want to say one thing." Harry said, rubbing and shaking his right hand "If you'd just left it alone, done nothing, instead of torturing me… I'd have just let it go. I'm sorry Cedric's dead. But it didn't give you any right."

Amelia informed them "There are pensieves waiting. I am sure anyone nearby would be willing to care for the girls while you are involved."

"You mean? Now?" asked Amos with a bit of alarm in his voice.

Harry laughed derisively and offered "At least it's only a memory. Not the real thing. You won't really have a ruined leg, broken ribs, or be starved near death."

"It's over?" Susan wanted to know as she entered again.

Harry replied "Yeah, they're off to see what Diggory put me through. I'd really love to break a couple of his bones though."

"Interesting wording in present company, Harry." Amelia quipped.

To which, he blushed and apologized "You know what I mean. I'm just glad it's over. I hope I never see them again."

"On to other business." Amelia said "As I mentioned, this involves Lucius Malfoy. Seems he has been involved in misappropriating money that your House donated to Hogwarts a long time ago."

Even through the heavy door of the conference room, people in the main office hear the scream of "WHAAAAAAAAT!"

x x x x x

It was almost dinner at Hogwarts by the time Susan and Harry returned. Amelia had that much to discuss and exactly what would be done about it. Harry was furious about it, but well satisfied with the revenge they planned.

"Harry! You're back!" exclaimed Hermione Granger. She rushed up and hugged him "It was all over the school! Mr. Diggory admitted he was wrong. Oh! I'm so proud of you offering to pay for their schooling!"

He separated himself from her, not too harshly, but not gently either "So it took Diggory admitting he was wrong to bring you around?" he asked coolly. Not counting that, he had a smile on his face and Susan on his arm as they entered the Great Hall which was filling with hungry students.

The Daily Prophet had been delivered to those returning from Hogsmeade and those already at Hogwarts. There was a full text of Amos Diggory's speech. He acknowledged Harry's innocence, admitted to bribing Aurors to brutalize Harry and gratefully thanked House Potter for agreeing to pay for his children's educations. As previously agreed he made no mention of Amelia's secret clause, nor of the requirement that both he and his wife witness Harry's suffering through pensieve memories.

"I wish to extend the apologies of my House, Mr. Potter." Professor Sprout offered, handing him a scroll. "Some … I regret… declined to sign, but those who did represent the majority of Hufflepuff."

Professor Flitwick did likewise, adding a personal "For myself, I have treated you poorly since your return. I assumed the worst at every occasion. I shall not do so again."

"I can forgive kids much easier than adults, Professor." Harry replied.

His own Head of House said "Even though most of your fellow Gryffindors already made their positions known, Mr. Potter, they were not to be outdone and insisted on signing one of their own."

"One hundred percent participation, Harry." Hermione said, hesitantly "Except for Fred and George who are still at Hogsmeade. And, Harry, I'm really sorry. I'd do anything to make it up to you."

Harry looked at her and saw she was sincere. Susan indicated she thought it was a good idea, and Ron looked at him hopefully. He shrugged and offered a hand "I can't go back, but …maybe … we can start over."

"Well, just wonderful." Snape sneered "Slytherin House will not pander to Potter's overinflated ego. The few that contemplated such nonsense were quickly disabused of their misguided notions."

Harry smirked at him "Thanks so much, Professor!" he exclaimed "That makes this so much easier."

"You very much did the right thing, Harry." Dumbledore offered "You make me very proud."

Harry ignored the compliment and requested "Could I address everyone for a few minutes?"

"By all means, Harry, by all means!" the Headmaster said grandly. "Quiet everyone! Quiet please! Harry, proceed."

Harry stood on one of the Gryffindor benches and cleared his throat "Umm...thanks everyone… I think I'd like to get on with my life. Let bygones be bygones."

There was a round of approval, either nods or light applause.

"To further that," Harry continued "I learned that one of my ancestors had set up a fund to help Hogwarts students. I was a bit disturbed to learn that these days it's known as The Draco Fund."

Curiosity filled the Great Hall. A few titters of laughter at the notion of Harry Potter having anything to do with something seemingly named after his long term rival.

"The true name is The Draco Potter Memorial Fund." Harry announced, with a smirk he added "Yep! Seems the bloke who enjoys insulting me and my friends was named after my ancestor. Wicked, huh Draco?"

The blond boy shouted out "That's a lie, Potter!"

"Anyway, the Harry Potter who was Head of my Family in 1230 established the Fund in memory of his grandfather." Harry went on, dismissing the protest with a wave of his left hand "You see, Draco Potter did something no one else dared to. He financed four rather young people who thought building a school would be a good idea. He was 50 at the time and the oldest of the four, at 33, was Rowena Ravenclaw."

Hermione asked "Harry, you're not saying you own Hogwarts, do you?"

"Stupid Mudblood!" Draco sneered.

Professor McGonagall snapped "Profanity, Mr. Malfoy. Ten points from Slytherin and detention tonight, with me!"

"May I continue, Professor?" Harry requested, at her nod he said "Thank you. No, but from 992 until 1230 my Family held the mortgage on the castle. It was with the final payment that the other Harry established the Fund. At the time, the number of students was low and he used it to assist peasant class families in sending their children here."

The Headmaster said "I was not fully aware of that history. A noble and generous gesture of your ancestor, Harry."

"Well, let's skip to now." Said Harry, without really acknowledging the compliment "The last time a Potter had a say in who got a scholarship was in 1980. Since then, technically, the Board of Governors has been making those decisions. Actually, Lucius Malfoy alone has been making those awards since 1984."

Draco, sensing a bit of trouble, pompously commented "We Malfoys are well noted for our philanthropy."

"Didn't know you knew the big words, Malfoy." Hermione sniped at him.

There was a round of chuckles and even Harry smiled at her. His expression turned harsh "Mr. Malfoy has been misusing those funds to benefit his own agenda!"

"LIAR!" shouted Draco and he tried to push his way forward. He was blocked by a pair of identical redheads who wore nasty smiles.

Snape inserted himself between the three and said "No threatening students Misters Weasley! Ten points from each of you!"

"Before 1900 there was no real rule as to who would get a scholarship. Then, Charlus Potter decided it would go to one member of each House per year." Harry explained "That means there should be twenty-eight, seven from each House. I'd like to see who is here with a scholarship now…"

Six Slytherins and one Ravenclaw (a Seventh Year) raised their hands. Also of note, they were all boys.

"Not everyone." Harry commented, he actually had a complete list and Amelia had coached him with exactly what to ask next "Any of you been told you owe your education to Draco's father?"

Five more hands went up. All Slytherins. This included Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe.

"We're short two." Harry said, after checking off names on the parchment "Parkinson and my old buddy Draco himself. That's it fourteen. Three Seventh Years. Two Sixths. Two Thirds. Two Firsts and Five Fifths. In all that, not a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff. And only two girls. I'm doing something immediately to fix that. Crabbe, Goyle, Malfoy, Parkinson, effective immediately your scholarships are revoked. Your Families will be served with demands for repayment."

Dumbledore was shaking his head "Harry, I thought you above petty revenge."

"It's not about revenge!" he snapped, then smirked "Well, not entirely anyhow. One of the rules of the Scholarship is… I forget what she called it… but, it means lack of money. All of them are loaded. Guess I'd feel guilty if any of them were ever nice to me."

Snape glared at him and said "Headmaster I think we have heard enough from the brat."

"Still name calling Snivellus?" Harry glared back.

Shock rippled through the Great Hall. Everyone knew the word but not a single student would have dared to use it, openly.

"And if you're gonna punish me, Judge…" Harry challenged Dumbledore "… he did it first. So, only half the slots full? What happened to the rest of the money? Well, haven't uncovered all of it. But Slytherin got a whole new set of brooms in '92. Interesting there weren't any Fourths. Guess where that money came from."

Angry glares were aimed at the Slytherins. Especially from members of the other Houses' Quidditch teams.

"Wait, please. It's not fair to blame anyone here now for that." Harry said, not wanting to see fights break out "Besides, this is better. I won't take the brooms from the school. Wouldn't get a full refund anyway. But, since my grandfather established that everything should be split evenly, two of the Nimbus 2001s can go to Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Slytherin can keep one as long as Malfoy doesn't get to use it."

Snape was livid "You do not dictate how I run my House, Potter! Nor do you have the right-"

"The Draco Potter Fund gives me the right, Snivellus!" Harry growled back and goaded him "Go ahead! Hit me! In front of hundreds of witnesses! I dare you! And every broom better fly, or I'll see it taken out of your pay!"

Dumbledore intervened and said harshly "Severus! Do not even think about it!" And the Head of Slytherin swept out of the Great Hall without even a hint of emotion on his face. "Harry you will never humiliate Professor Snape that way again!"

"And when will you stop him from humiliating me?" Harry demanded. "Starting next year The Draco Potter Memorial Fund will pay four new students' tuition. One from each House. Please don't come to me, I won't be making the decisions."