Can I just say that having COVID SUCKS! But having COVID with your sister and special needs nephew SUCKS EVEN MORE! Just a small rant. Thank You for listening.

Chapter 5:

'Where had it all gone wrong?' thought Dumbledore as he sat down at his oversized desk in his small 'fiefdom' called Hogwarts Scholl of witchcraft and Wizardry. As he sat down, he found himself staring at the rune charmed strap that was currently around his left wrist. An unspeakable had placed it on him before he was allowed to leave the Ministry. A rather ingenious use of Runes and magic. A breakthrough really. But he didn't know a thing about it so therefore it was maddening that it be used on him. All because he used some political power in an unethical way. Considering some of the things that other had done using the same tactics his was almost pure. At least he hadn't killed anyone. Yet. He got up and went to a cabinet that was shut and locked. Only he could open it. No one knew what was in it. He need the item to review what had happened so that he knew how he would exploit that so called James Potter. No that wasn't the young man from before. That was a very clever imposter. He was sure of it. James Potter was dead. Using his wand, the old wizard unlocked the cabinet one sequence at a time. The doors opened with a slight nudge. However, the ancient stone bowl was not there. The space was empty. A scream of pure rage filled the opulent office. That was the first of many things that he noted were missing from his office that he had 'borrowed' from several family vaults, namely Potter and Black.

He stomped his was back to the desk like a petulant child denied a special treat. A quickly penned note made its way towards the Goblins and their trice damned bank. He never noticed that 'his' phoenix was gone, never to return.

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James Potter had returned to Gringotts where he had left Harry with the goblins for security. His little man was overjoyed to see his Da, snuggling into the crook of his neck before falling asleep. Taking into the account the sleeping child, the King of the Goblin nation, spoke softly.

"Your Grace, as you asked of us we have done a complete audit of the vaults under your usage and have reclaimed several items from two locations within Hogwarts."

"Dumbledore is one for certain. But the Other?"

"A Severus Snape."

"Snivelus Snape! That no good slimy haired, oily rotten, self-absorbed non-human disgusting piece of filth had Potter Family Items!?" whispered a furious James.

"Yes, as well as Black Family items. And before you ask it seems that Dumbledore gave the items to him."

"Right. You have removed them from the list of vaults?"

"More than that. Both have removed from Gringotts. Whatever was in their vaults that we know for certain were theirs is as of right now being delivered to them personally and each will be told that they can no longer bank here on pain of death. All transaction done in your heir's name and placed in someone else's vault has been removed from that location and returned to the proper vault."

"Good."

"One issue though."

"Oh?"

"It seems that Dumbledore, in his role of 'guardian' to your heir sighed a marriage contract."

Fury entered the man's eyes. "And whom does he think to marry my heir to?"

"The only daughter of Arthur Weasley."

"Arthur? He signed this?"

"No. His wife did."

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Arthur Weasley was a relatively quiet, unassuming man. He tried to do what was right and raise his family to be thoughtful to others. While some of his older children had taken those lessons to heart, his younger children had not. Ron reminded him of Molly's brother, a self-centered man named Simon, that thought the world revolved around him. He had constantly shown up on their doorstep with the excuse that someone had swindled him out of whatever money he had and that he needed to stay for a few days. Those times ended up being weeks, if not months. After the last time which ended up with a couple of Black family treasures in his hands, Arthur put his foot down. He went and got the items that had been sold to a shady dealer, returned then to his Aunt in the Black family, and then adjusted the wards around his home, the Burrow, to ejected Simon Prewitt from entering. It was the first time the Arthur refused to acquiesce to Molly and her demands. But the character of his uncle stayed with Ron even know.

In a way it didn't surprise him to get a notice from Gringotts. He figured that Simon had tried to enter the family vault again with Molly's blessing and had been caught red handed. But when he got to the bank, he was to discover how wrong he was.

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James watched as Arthur Weasley entered the office. While not in the same social standing as the Potters, James like the quiet man who was a distant cousin of his through his mother. She had always said the Arthur had been one of the white sheep of the Black family.

James rose to greet the other man.

"Your Grace." Arthur said as he bowed to the younger man.

"Mr. Weasley. May I call you Arthur?"

"Of course, Your Grace."

"James, Arthur. James. We are family in a way."

Arthur nodded. James could see the curiosity in the man's eyes.

"Mr. Weasley."

Arthur bowed to the goblin. Another point to his upbringing.

"Your Highness."

"Please be seated." He waited until both wizards were seated before him before getting to the heart of the matter.

"Arthur Weasley, due to resent events surrounding the return of His Grace, Gringotts was obligated to audited all of the accounts to His Grace. Within that audit a contract was found pertaining to your daughter and His Grace's heir."

Arthur looked stunned. "I have no idea how that came to be. I don't recall signing anything like that."

"You didn't. Your Wife did."

"She WHAT?"

"Molly Catherine Prewitt Weasley signed a marriage contract with Albus Wulfric Brian Dumbledore for one Ginevra Lucinda Weasley to His Grace Harrison James Edward Potter."

James had to admire the man's control. The other man's facial and vocal control were strong. Only the eyes gave the pure rage away.

"And what did my wife sell my daughter for?"

"You miss understand. His grace was sold to your wife."