CHAPTER TWO: THE MEETING
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The next day Harry woke up and did his morning routine. He brushed his teeth, took a shower, got dressed, and did his hair.
When he was done getting ready he went down stairs and started cooking breakfast. While he was cooking he was thinking about what the day would bring. *sigh* 'its time to go' he thought. He went over to the fire place, stepped in, grabbed flo powder, and said"!Gringotts wizarding bank, London!". The fire flared and he was gone.
AT GRINGOTTS
Griphook hook was waiting for the Potter heir when the fire flared. He looked over and his eyes widen.
Now Harry was quite beautiful, stunning even. With his long curly raven colored hair in a half down half up space buns, his somewhat feminine figur, and his bright emerald colored eyes that shined with intelligence.
Harry walked with this air of confidence and pride. Harry stopped infornt of Griphook and tipped his head "!Greetings master goblin, may your coffin flow with gold!" came his soft voice. Griphook mentally shook his head. "¡And may the blood of your enemies flow. Please follow me Heir Potter¡" Griphook said.
They walked down a few corridors, until they made it to Bloodclaw's office. "¡Here we are Heir Potter¡" Griphook said. "¡Thank you Griphook¡" the Potter heir said with a dip of his head then walked in and sat down gracefully. Harry sat there waiting for Bloodclaw.
HARRY'S POV
I was sitting there thinking about what is to happen soon during the meeting with lord Lestrange.
I really do hope Rabastan likes the things I made for him in the basket I got for him. I made him homemade hot chocolate, homemade chocolate, sandwiches, soup, ancient ruins books, some high gene products as well.
After a couple of minutes my account manager Bloodclaw came through the door to my left. I dipped my head and greeted him as I normally do. "¡Heir Potter I have everything set for the meeting. Are you ready to go?¡" Bloodclaw asked me. "Yes Bloodclaw I am ready, let's get going because you Brits think its appropriate to let only an hour to visit with really bad conditions for your pensioners" I said with a face indifference but I was really disgusted with how the Ministry ran their government and people. Bloodclaw nodded and I got up.
Bloodclaw held out a old boot. I looked at it with disdain. Then I reached out and grabbed it. ' l hate touching this disgusting boot.'
3RD POV
Once they had landed in Azkaban, they went up to the guards so they can have their items checked. Once they got the go head they went into the room.
Harry looked at the two other people in the room and was even more disgusted and disappointed with the ministry.
HARRY'S POV
As I looked at the two people infornt of me. I was sickened at the British Ministry by how they treated their prisoners.
I walked to an empty chair and sat down gracefully and sat with my back straight, hands in my lap, head high, and staring straight headed. Like a proper heir.
I looked at rabastan very closely. He was very thin, his hair was all dirty and matted, and he looked like he was about to passed out or died. This place was practically killing it inhabitants. "I got you something rabastan" I said as i put the basket infornt of him and taking out the hot chocolate and food for him.
Then I turned to Lord lestrange and I said "greetings Lord lestrange" with a dip of my head.
"Greetings Heir Potter" Lord lestrange said to me.
"Should we get to the meeting?" I said.
CONVERS POV
When I got a letter from Gringotts about a meeting with my youngest son Rabastan. I had to reread the letter.
I quickly wrote a letter stating that I would go to the meeting and see what marriage contract it is and with who.
When I got to Azkaban*cough*home of satan*cough*. I let them check me and my wand.
They let me in after they got done checking everything. I hurried in and saw my youngest son, Rabastan all broken.
As I was talking to my son, I heard heels clicking on the stone floor. I look up and saw this person with long raven hair and bright green eyes.
They were about 5'4" and they looked rather elegant. When they sat they looked like a proper pure blood.
'This should be interesting'.
I saw them look at Rabastan and say they had something for him. When they talked it was very light and airy.
I was to busy thinking when they snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Shall we start this meeting?"
3RD POV
Convers nodded his head "yes we shall heir Potter". Convers looked at Harrry with a critical eye.
"Why do you want to be in a betrothal with my son?" Lord Lestrange asked to the raven haired boy.
Harry looked at him and said "The reason why I want this betrothal with Rabastan is so I can get away from Dumbledore". Harry said this with an air of indifference but if you look closely enough then you can see the agitation.
Lord Lestrange looked shocked for a few seconds then he fixed his facial expression. "And why do you want to be away from Dumbledore?" He asked with slight curiosity.
"Dumbledore is nothing but a power hungry old man who thinks life is a big chest game and that lives dont matter. And he has been stealing from my vaults ever since my parents has died. He then sent me to my magic hating relatives just so he could have a weapon. I was lucky enough to get out of that house when I was 5" Harry said with a slight scowl.
Convers looked shocked but then had an understanding gleam in his eyes. "Well Heir Potter–" Convers got interrupted by Rabastan.
"POTTER" Rabastan said and then jumped at Harry but then sat back down exhausted.
Harry looked at Rabastan with kind heart broken eyes. "Its ok Rabastan I come here in all good fortune and will" he said with a soft voice, but if you heard carefully you could here his german accent.
Convers being the observer he is heard the accent. "Were did you live after you got away from you relatives?" He asked with slight curiosity.
Harry looked at him and smiled "I come from Düren, Germany. Düren is in Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany"
Convers had a quick look of surprise but he composed himself.
"Well should we start the negotiation now?"
TO BE CONTINUED