6/9/2015: Edit by dianemalfoy
AN: I saw these characters and just had to try them on. I know I can't have then but I don't think JK will mind if I play with them a bit. I promise to return them relatively unharmed. Or I could trade you for some with fewer design flaws and a setting with far smaller plot whole to get lost in. Hint hint wink wink
Sigh I tried but she just won't give them up. They make her far to much money to share any rights with me. AH well C'est la vie
Harry is too thin even for a Drake, that will effect him durring the transformation, but not as bad as it would it his wasn't dilagently taking the growth and nuitrition potions from Ironfang.
It is raining cats adn dogs at my house but the weather channel and my weather app says there's only a 10 percent chance of rain... Don't you love the acuracy of meterology? I think the maker likes to get a good laugh out of those that try and predict the future.
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Once he was finished with his books, Harry decided to go shopping and check out some more to read. His year results and supply list for next year wouldn't arrive till later. He hoped it would come while he was at Neville's, then they could go together.
Harry used the floo in the living room. He shot out of one of the many at Dragon's Den. It was a great improvement over last year at Diagon/Knockturn, but he didn't like it one bit. Marina chuckled and vanished the soot off him. "Good Morning Lord Potter."
"Good Morning Marina. Please just call me Harry."
"But if rumors got it right you're more scaly than hairy." She joked.
Harry smiled and shook his head. "Yes I suppose. Please don't call me scaly."
"Yesss Masster." She mock hissed. Harry and she laughed at the lame joke. Last year it would have angered him but she wasn't insulting him or belittling him, just joking.
"Good to see you know your place. Now away with you wench." He said in a haughty voice imitating Draco at his most snobbish. She laughed again. "I'm heading out to do some shopping."
"Well, have a good and productive day." She said waving him out the door. Marina didn't know what it was but there was just something about Harry that was hard not to like.
When Harry walked out the door, he decided to start on the right and work his way down that side, up the other, then hit the stalls in the middle. The first store, Desma Fine Furnishings, was of no interest. He passed up Pandora's too but headed into the 3rd shop. It was TOGA: More Than a Man Dress. Which was a nice, man's clothing store. They had clothes of all makes, materials and in styles from many countries, from jeans to robes to yukata and many others. Harry picked out several outfits for the non-magical world and the wizarding world. The salesman told him that either would be just fine in most magical communities. Though robes would get some odd looks in places like France, Spain and Australia. You don't wear heavy robes in warm climates. The man joked that very few things would be considered strange in the USA or Japan.
After getting day outfits, pajamas, underwear, the whole nine yards, Harry charged it to his account since he had racked up more than he planned. He had Dobby take his things to the house, save one outfit. Harry changed into a pair of well-fitting dark jeans, a white undershirt, and a green and blue plaid dress shirt that he left unbuttoned. It was a nice outfit and he looked more like a noble than a beggar now.
Harry left the store with the guarantee they would magically adjust his clothes for free after his inheritance, which he hadn't thought about when he was buying the clothes. Harry still wasn't very hungry, but stopped at Crete's Crepes for a snack. He grabbed a pair of crepes filled with fruit and wrapped to eat on the go. As he munched, he passed right by Foci which was some kind of jewelry store from the looks of it. He wasn't sure about the advertisement for 20 percent off all alternative foci but didn't have enough interest to check it out.
Beside Foci was an empty store front with a for lease sign. Next was the luggage store named; Luggage, Bags and Boxes. His trunk had been damaged and it was rather heavy and cumbersome to start with. He picked out a sepia brown leather bottomless bag with Harry stitched across it in auburn which nearly blended in. It was charmed to never weigh more than 4 pounds and could hold 7 times its outside dimensions. Harry asked about it and was told that 'bottomless' was the name given to anything that was more than 3 times bigger on the inside. That even with magic nothing on this planet was truly infinite. Harry raised an eyebrow at the insinuation that things many be infinite off this planet. He shook his head, he had enough to worry about without contemplating space travel.
Harry also got what looked like a normal muggle wheeled suitcase. It was like a trunk. The case had 3 large compartments, each accessed by the 3 sets of zippers around the frame. One was not expanded and looked like a normal case, this could be opened in public. The others were expanded to 2 times their size and one even had a special made space on the lid to store 2 brooms. On the outside there were 2 zipped pockets, like on most, neither were expanded. The store owner told him his backpack could only be placed in one of the non-expanded areas, since placing expanded space inside expanded space was dangerous and could damage the items. The case was also feather light but when fully loaded would never weight more than about 15 lbs. But in Harry's opinion the best feature was auto shrink. By pressing a button on the handle it shrunk into a tiny zip case that was little bigger than a laptop. That would be much more inconspicuous than a large suitcase in a train station.
He heading into Wandering Souls next. It was decorated much like a non-magical travel agency with colorful posters of destinations and several brochures. He left with a lighter wallet and an ingredient harvesting kit along with a book for beginners, and a jacket that said it would keep him comfortable from the tops of the highest peeks to the middle of the driest deserts.
He looked into Aphrodite's, it was a spa/salon. They offered everything from a normal hair cut to scale wax and wing massages. There was even an advertisement for free talon sharpening with any manicure. Harry was amused but didn't get anything done. He did think on getting McGonagall a manicure and claw sharpening for Christmas this year.
Last on the right hand side of the alley was Second Looks. It was a second hand shop. It had a bit of everything. Used books, uniforms, old armor, trunks, bags, animal cages (from rat sized to horse sized), even furniture. It was all pretty cheap and most was in good condition. He didn't get anything now but was likely going to buy his school things there.
Harry decided to swing into the bank and get some more money before continuing his explorations. He was down to less than half, even with charging the clothes and suitcase. As he walked in he also decided to ask Trilok if he had heard from the Nott and Dubear families.
"Good Morning." He said politely. "I'd like to see Trilok if he's available."
"I will check. Have a seat." Harry did as he was told. Not 3 minutes later a goblin he didn't know took him to Trilok's office.
"Good Morning Trilok. I hope I'm not interrupting." Harry greeted sitting down.
"No Lord Potter-Perciville. What is it you needed?"
"Well first off, I was wondering if you had heard back from the Nott or Dubear's yet."
"Yes I have. I was going to send you word after lunch. Lady Nott is available Tuesday at noon, but the Dubear's say they can't meet till Tuesday the 20th, at 1:30. Is that agreeable?" From the way Trilok spoke of the Dubear's, he was not happy with their delay.
"They are both fine. Also I was thinking, I have several vaults that are just extensions of other vaults. So I would like to combine them." Harry told him.
Trilok just looked at him strange. Most wizards thought more vaults was more prestigious. "You can do that. Which would you like to combine?"
"I want 687 and 693 to stop refilling and all the money be transferred to 271."
Trilok nodded and did so. "Just sign here. Now is there anything else?"
"Yes sir. I read in your brochure that you offer classes." Trilok nodded. "Can I have a list of those?"
"Here are the classes we offer. If there is any class you want that is not on there. Let us know and we can find you an instructor. It will cost extra though." Trilok explained while handing him a piece of parchment. Harry just glanced at it before placing it in his bag to go over latter. "Anything else?"
"Yes Sir. Can you tell me who has keys to my vault?"
Trilok shook his head. "We cannot identify who holds the key at this moment, but it is a safe bet that anyone with access to your vaults has a key, or they couldn't open them. If you like myself or any of the tellers can recall all the keys so long as you have the master and are owner of the vault."
Harry nodded. "Thanks. I'm embarrassed I didn't think about that before." And he was blushing that he had been so stupid. "I think I'll leave them for now."
"Anything else?"
"No Sir."
"Well then Lord Potter-Perciville. If you have time, Ragnarok would like to speak with you."
Harry gaped. "The goblin King?" Trilok nodded. "Of course I have time. You make time for royalty. But I'm not dressed to meet a king. How am I supposed to act, what will I say?" He replied nervously fiddling with his shirt.
Trilok smiled, Ragnarok would be pleased when he heard about that response. 'He really is a special human raised boy.' "Don't worry too much. The King has been told of your lack of proper education. Your clothes are fine, just button your top and make all your rings visible. Just treat Ragnarok with respect."
Harry did what he was told, even though he was still nervous. Trilok lead him deep into the bank. They stopped at 2 giant doors, which were highly decorated in precious metals and gems. They had a large crest with a strange horse in the foreground and a crossed ax and sword behind. Around the crest was some kind of writing Harry couldn't read. Last, he noticed the goblins on either side of the door in gleaming armor. There were 4 of them, 2 on each side.
"Is that the Rok crest?" Harry asked pointing to the door.
"Yes it is." Trilok was impressed, and the guards even more so, though they didn't show it.
"What kind of animal is that?" Harry asked again curiosity burn off some of his nerves.
"That is called a Ruketsii. They are horses of the underground and will burn in the sunlight. They are considered very noble and beautiful."
"It looks really impressive. I hope I can see one, one day."
They were quiet for a few moments. Then the doors swung open and an angry human stormed out. '….' Harry's mind froze for a moment, not even a week and he was considering the man human as if he himself wasn't one anymore. Well he wasn't, but he didn't expect to think like that, not yet.
Harry came back to himself as the man was turning the corner grumbling about ungrateful creatures not knowing their place, and something about "no better than beasts".
Harry looked at Trilok. "So that's a great example of what not to do?"
Trilok laughed. "That is a fine example of humans in general." One guard said looking at Harry with distrust.
"I guess I'm really not a human." Harry replied. He straightened his back and marched into the ornate but not gaudy office, having no idea of the powerful figure he made. Trilok smiled and followed. The doors silently closed after them.
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Behind the desk sat a large goblin. He wasn't fat but heavily built. While most goblins that Harry had seen were around 4ft, this one was nearly his height of 5 ft. 4. If he wasn't the only living thing in the room, Harry would assume he was a musclebound body guard here to intimidate them. The man's behavior a minute ago was now even more unbelievable.
"Lord Potter-Perciville, Heir to the House of Black I presume?" He spoke in a commanding and powerful voice.
"Yes your majesty." He said bowing low like he had seen people bow to the Queen. He held the bow for a ten count before rising. In doing so, he missed the pleased look on the goblin's face, and the widening smile on Trilok's.
"Have a seat Lord Potter-Perciville. I have heard much about you. Do you know why you are here?"
Harry did as he was told. "No Sir. I can only assume it's about Lord Black's imprisonment that the 'Magicks' don't recognize. That or the soul piece that was in my head." Harry replied respectfully.
"Lord Black's case is being investigated. And that bit of death magic is for the healers and ritualists. It is of little concern to me. I have called you here because you are wealthy, powerful, and even if you are a drake, you were raised human, and many still consider you one."
"I'm sorry sir, but from what I have learned that's not a good thing."
"Normally that is true. You have shown your true character during your visits to the bank. I would like to bestow upon you the title of Goblin Friend." Ragnarok told him.
Harry blinked several time then knitted his eyebrows together. "I thought I was already a friend. At least to Griphook and maybe even Trilok. But you say that like it means something else." Harry said obviously confused.
Ragnarok burst out laughing. It would have frightened most humans, but other than giving a slight jump at the unexpected noise, Harry just seemed to blink even more confused. "You truly are a special childe. I can't wait to see you grow into a Man." The goblin king chuckled again. "I have never met a human that would call us friend. There are tales of old about such things, but I had put little faith in them. For us to extend the offer of Friendship is saying we will stand with you, give you aide, and treat you as one of our own."
"So were allies and I'm an honorary goblin?" Harry asked.
"Basically yes."
"So you will help me?" Harry asked smiling
"Yes." Ragnarok replied wondering if this boy was actually an actor and was going to play them for fools. "What do you need help with?"
"Well." He began, having no idea what was running through the goblins minds. "Like I told Griphook and Trilok, I know almost nothing of the wizarding or magical worlds. Most of the time I'm flying by the seat of my pants, just making it up as I go. What I really need is teachers. Someone who can explain everything to me. I don't understand politics, investments, or how to even BE a lord. Will you help me prepare for being a 3 times lord?" Harry asked with a heavy sigh.
Ragnarok gave a small, sad smile at the child's request. "Of course we will provide you with any tutor you need for the summer. As a friend of the Nation, you won't be charged a fee for contacting the teachers, but will still have to pay them."
Harry nodded expecting nothing less. He smiled at Ragnarok feeling some of the weight being lifted off his shoulders. "Can I have a tutor to teach me Goblin, and about goblins? If I'm going to be a good friend I should at least know the language and how not to piss everyone off."
Ragnarok laughed again. He liked this boy, he reminded him of his own son. "Of course. Trilok will give you the information when you come for your meeting on Tuesday."
"Oh... I'm staying with my friend Neville for a week starting Tuesday. The tutor would have to teach both of us or wait till I leave." Harry told him
Ragnarok was quite for a moment. "Is this Neville a true friend and will not be traitorous?"
"Neville? He wouldn't hurt a fly. He's very shy and soft spoken, but a great friend. He stood beside me when the whole school turned against me last year. I would trust Neville with not only my life but my secrets." Harry said with conviction. Then he paused. It was true. He trusted Hermione and Ron to have his back and help him out but he would never tell him his deepest secrets or desires. Hermione would patronize him and tell the teachers and Ron... well Mt. Ron would erupt in jealousy. They were still his friends but maybe just not best friends.
"I will take your word on this. The tutors will teach you both. If this boy is all you say he is then we may also offer him friendship."
Harry gave a winning smile. "That's great. Neville could use some more friends and no one would be stupid enough to bully an honorary goblin."
Both goblins smirked at Harry's obvious loyalty to this boy. They wondered though why he didn't ask to include the two that rumors always had at his side. "Is that all?" Ragnarok asked.
"Yes your majesty. Thank you so much for your time and friendship. I will do my best to live up to your expectations." Harry said standing and bowing again. "Trilok. I would like to see some of my vaults before I go, please."
"I will have your friend Griphook escort you down." Harry smiled. Said goblin was waiting in the main lobby when they arrived.
"Thank you Trilok. Hello Griphook." Harry held out a hand to greet the goblin. Griphook was pleased to do so. So few people voluntarily touched a goblin. "I'd like to see vault 7 first." He said as they walked toward the cars. Still holding Griphook's hand "I want to know what Ultra High Security means."
"I LOVE THESE CARTS!" Harry shrieked as they flew down the tracks. Griphook just chuckled and urged it to go faster. They sped deeper and deeper, farther and farther. It was black as pitch down here with few torches but many more twists and turns. Harry could barely make out openings that branched off to the side at seemingly random. It seemed as though they would pass right through the center of the earth and come out on the other side. Till they came to a stop.
There was a huge stone wall with the Potter crest in the center, but not even a hint of a hinge or a door. But the large intricate carvings were completely over shadowed by the massive Chimera and Cerberus standing guard on either side.
"Wow!" Harry said looking at the beasts. "What is that?"
"The one on the left is a Chimera, front of a Nemean lion, rear of a goat and a highly poisons snake as its tail. The other is a Cerberus, the 3 headed hell hound. Don't worry though they will not attack unless you are alone and unknown to them."
"Ok. I meet a Cerberus before, His name was Fluffy." He looked over the 2 animals. "Are they really ok here? It doesn't seem right to just lock them up here where they have no room to run."
Griphook chuckled. "You are a strange one. But don't worry. Gringotts has a large preserve where the animals are housed. There is a different pair of animals every day, though of the same species so no one can tell." He said giving Harry a wink.
Harry chuckled. "That is a great prank. Can I pet them?"
"If you want." Griphook told him motioning forward. "They are very well trained and highly intelligent."
Harry was amazed and stayed there petting and playing with the guardians for several minutes. He could see Hagrid's love for the creatures. He may even suggest the giant apply for a job with the goblins. Then, if rumors were true, Hagrid could have and help raise all the dragons he wanted.
When he was done, Griphook instructed him to place the key in the mouth of the griffin which seemed to be holding up the crest. When he did the carvings mouth closed and the wall slid back several inches before sliding to the side, like a pocket door.
'That's it. I am going to wire my mouth shut.' He thought once the door slid open and he saw inside the cavern.
The 'vault' was a huge cavernous room. There was 2 levels of rooms round the cave. In the center was a huge pile of gold coins and behind it was another just as large and impressive. There were two much smaller mounds one of silver and the other bronze. Harry just stared around.
Harry moved around the cave. The room's arch ways were done in 4 different colors. The yellow rooms all contained furniture. The rooms were organized by year. Seemed to Harry that once the room was full, they stuck on the end date and then started a new one. He stayed for a long while in the last room looking over the crib with his name on it and the other things that was likely from his parents' home. It was easy to tell what was from the home. Most of the things were fire, explosion or water damaged. The crib was the only thing not harmed. "Whatever protected me must have been an area effect." He murmured out loud running his hand over the lavender letters on the dark wood.
He turned away, and left the room. Harry looked at the next door. It was also yellow, but not like the previous ones. It was full of trunks, bags, and cases of various sizes, shapes, and ages. He sighed heavily. He had just got a case and here was a whole room full of them. None as modern as his but just as good.
He looked at the catwalk and rooms above these wondering how to get up there. That was till he saw a silver disk on the ground and a plaque. The plaque told how to make the disk work. It was kinda like an elevator but could also move across the room on a fixed path.
He rose to the red framed doors. These were full of weapons and armor. Harry looked all around the rooms. There were ones dedicated to swords, axes, bows, spears, hammers, and others he couldn't name. Some were plain and unadorned, others were so jewel encrusted they made Gryffindor's look dull. There were even different colors, blades of gleaming silver, jet black, ones that looked to be glass, and red, blue and pink metals. He looked in the room of small weapons and picked out a plain looking dagger with a bone handle and a dull looking metal blade. It wasn't very long, only 7 inches but wicked sharp. He attached the holster to the dip in his back as a small note in spidery hand writing, under the set of 4 blades told him to do. He left the other 3, one was for the forearm, the thigh, and the last was a special stiletto that went under the hair along the scalp. He didn't know the purpose but something about them spoke to him.
Harry stepped into the room that was labeled Heavy Armor and had to turn away from some. There were suit upon suit of armor like seen all over Hogwarts, but it was the looser pieces that bothered him. Some were split, caved in and other various types of damaged. Some even had old blood stains clearly visible on the metal surfaces. He didn't stay long in that room. The room of medium armor was just as bad the exposed leather showed blood stains much worse than the heavy metals. The light armor room was more bearable. Most were not damaged or stained. Harry was drawn to the back, where he found in a highly decorated display case a shirt of mail laying like a jewel. It was glittering pearl metal that seemed to captivate him. It sparkled and danced in the dim light. He reached into the case and touched the soft, cool rings. They were like silk, smooth and unbroken. Beautiful.
When Harry finally left the enchanting piece of armor he took a hooded cloak with him. It was thick and beautifully crafted with a black dragon on the back, wings wide. The cloak was made of dragon hide, dark blue background. The lining was soft white angora fir. He wouldn't need it now but it would be perfect for this winter. It and the matching boots made of the same dark blue hide, but with dark red designs giving the impression of flames. Harry stuffed both in his bag and took the disk across to the green rooms.
Harry wasn't sure if the person designing these rooms was paying homage to the Hogwarts houses or making a joke. Because the green rooms were filled with... green. Well jewels and jewelry but still. There were 2 rooms of jewelry, one mans the other women. Then a room of ritual items, then one of other stuff that seemed to fit nowhere else. Such as fine china. Then the last and largest room was of raw materials. There were bins full of precious and semiprecious stones. Neat stacks of bricks made of various metals. And crates with the tops removed filled with rock... maybe ores.
Harry hadn't a clue so he decided to ask. He stuck his head out and looked back. Griphook was still outside the door waiting. "Oy Griphook. Can you come here?" He called.
The goblin turned and looked. "You want me to come into your vault?" People didn't invite goblins into their vaults. They assumed they would steal something, or some other udder nonsense.
"Well yeah. I did ask. I need your help and it's not like the goblins have steered me wrong yet." He replied as if Griphook was a bit slow.
"What do you need?" He asked as he exited the disk and was walking down to meet him.
"What is all this?" Harry asked gesturing to the room. "I get the gold, silver, and I'm guessing platinum bars. But what's this black stuff. And these are like silver but not and they sparkle. And these ugly rocks." He looked back. "...Griphook?" He asked. The goblin was just standing there, mouth open, nearly drooling. "What is it?" the boy replied more curious than ever.
"This is... this is TREASURE." He said in awe. "These black bars are called vibranium, a rare and nearly indestructible metal. These ones that shimmer and sparkle are Lunari bars. Also rare, very rare. They are hardened moon beams. There are even some moon stones, that's the white ones near the pink opals." Motioning to the bin. Then he turned to the crates with the ugly rocks in them. "This... oh this is a real prize. Pure unrefined True Silver. Many others call it Mithril. The rarest metal on the planet and you have crates of it. I knew the Potter's were renowned warriors then explorers but Mithril... Wow." The goblin looked like a kid in a candy shop.
"You can touch it if you want to." Harry said amused by his friend's attitude. Griphook looked at him. "Go ahead as I said you are my friend and I trust you." the goblin didn't ask twice and started looking at the pieces holding then as if it was something very precious. Harry chuckled. "I'll leave you with your love." He head back down to the last set of rooms.
Blue for Ravenclaw and for books. There were many rooms and, like the red rooms, these far outnumbered the yellow and green. There were rooms full of books some dedicated to a subject, others to the place they were found, such as a transfiguration room and one for the Library of Alexandria. But the one Harry was most interested in was the room filled with journals. They were in chronological order so it didn't take long to find the ones from his parents. His dad had 3 journals for pre-Hogwarts, one for each school year and 2 for after. His mom had 4 before, and 2 after along with the 7 for Hogwarts years. There was even his baby book filled with pictures of him as a baby. It and the journals stopped right after his first birthday. As he was looking, he found another journal that didn't have Potter on it. The book read: Remus J. Lupin 1970-1978. Harry was curious so took it along with all those by his parents. Just after Mr. Lupin's book was 3 more. One said Mooney, another Prongs, and the final just had Marauders on it.
When he was finished Harry headed back to the 'treasure' room. Griphook was still there loving on the True Silver. Harry chucked then called in a louder voice. "Hey!" Griphook jumped and spun around. He smiled at the started goblin. "Why is all this just sitting here?"
"True Silver is very sought after and highly valuable. Just having it is a status symbol and I would assume you have wrought pieces as well." He tried to explain.
Harry pulled his lip up in a sneer at the boxes. "No thank you. I have more than enough fame. If your reaction is anything to go by then it's just trouble."
Griphook smiled at the boy. "True Sliver gives unparalleled protection and makes a near unbreakable weapon. A warrior family like yours may have under armor you could wear. Then you would be protected and no one would know. Many goblins and dwarves, even the high elves would give their arms and legs just to work with True Silver."
"Would that make it worth more or less?" Harry asked
"More, in some cases much more. Why do you ask?"
Harry ignored the question. "What about the others, the vibrent and loony ones?"
"Vibranium and Lunari. Yes, they are sought after and would be more valuable worked." Griphook was confused by the questions.
"And you said working with these would make the goblins and others happy?" Griphook nodded his brain had a tiny idea of where this was going but rejected it because it was ludicrous. "Well go ahead. Any of these metals and gems can be used for whatever. But goblins get priority because we are friends. I get the completed item, its value in galleons, or an item of comparable value."
Griphook just blinked for a while, his brain unable to understand the words it was hearing. "I don't understand. You would just give these priceless pieces of metal away just to make others happy? Just for us to play with? If you were shorter I would be convinced you were a really ugly goblin."
"What do you mean?" Harry said confused, head tilted to the side.
"Goblins share their riches. We're like the ideal version of communism. Our mates are our own but we share the responsibility of the children, pool resources and every one earns their place, and shares. It works better with a race like ours that is naturally inclined to work as one in harmony. Humans have tried it, but greed always causes it to fail. I'm on the bottom rung, being young and inexperienced."
Harry nodded in understanding he had heard about communism, but it had a bad connotation like most.
"If you really are serious, we will have to talk to Ragnarok."
"Alright. Can you take me to 31 while you go see him and then get me when he's ready?" Harry asked
Griphook just nodded still struck dumb by this human.
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AN: Stopping there. 1 am. Sleepy... ZzZ
Is it sad every time I hear, see or say goblin king I picture David Bowie dancing with a baby?
The elves salvaged everything they could from the house to protect their master's things. Elves can pop into a vault that is owned by their master but not just any vault. Goblins aren't as stupid as humans and so don't over look them as often.
The goblins are ideal communists not the evil 'higher communists' that nearly destroyed Russia. In my mind and this fic they are fiercely loyal and highly family oriented. The wizards greed makes them sick. That's one of the reasons they like Harry, he isn't greedy and puts friends and family first.
6/9/2015: I've had a few comments about Harry giving these materials away. One Harry as of right now has no use for them and little interest in more money. Also he's not just giving them out. He will get the items crafted back or something comparable. That and to Harry making his friends happy is worth more than the value of the items.