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"I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the related characters. The Harry Potter series is created by JK Rowling and owned by Warner Bros. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Harry Potter story belong to Warner Bros."
Gringotts
The next day. Harry entered the elegant and warmly lit main building of the Marshall Mansion, a sense of serenity washing over him as he closed the door behind him. The entrance hall was adorned with intricate tapestries that depicted scenes of wizarding history and fine, dark wood furnishings. The flickering light from the grand chandeliers overhead added to the cozy atmosphere.
He made his way to a sitting area that was dominated by a grand fireplace. The stately mantelpiece displayed ornate carvings of magical creatures, each exquisitely detailed. Above the fireplace, a massive mirror glistened, reflecting the dancing flames in the hearth.
Settling into a plush armchair, Harry could feel the weight of the day lifting from his shoulders. The warm hues of the room, along with the crackling fire, created an inviting ambiance. A glass of rich red wine rested on a small table beside his chair, waiting to be savored.
Harry turned his attention to the unopened letter from Gringotts. With a quick flick of his wrist, he summoned the envelope to his hand and carefully broke the wax seal. As he unfolded the parchment, he took a sip of the wine, the rich flavor filling his senses.
Stonefist's words greeted him in the elegant script. The letter addressed him formally, acknowledging his status as Heir Harry James Potter. Stonefist offered his regards and a courteous tone that resonated with the formality of Gringotts.
The contents of the letter conveyed the key message—Harry was being offered an appointment. Stonefist extended an invitation for him to visit the bank and meet with him personally. The language was succinct and professional, indicative of the Goblins' approach to business.
Towards the end of the letter, Stonefist informed Harry of a portkey enclosed within. The heir was instructed to activate it with a specific phrase, and this enchanted item would facilitate his journey to Gringotts when he was ready.
The atmosphere in the room seemed to echo the letter's formality and significance. Here, in this historic mansion that had become his haven, Harry felt the weight of his responsibilities and the destiny he had inherited. The convergence of his magical and financial matters was a juncture he could not ignore.
As the fire continued to crackle and cast its comforting glow, Harry contemplated the contents of the letter. The future of his financial affairs and the legacy of the Potter family awaited his attention. With a final sip of the wine, he acknowledged the path that lay ahead, knowing that his decisions and actions would shape the destiny of both the wizarding and muggle worlds.
As Harry uttered the key phrase, the portkey whisked him away with a sudden and jarring sensation, leaving the warm confines of the Marshall Mansion for the cool austerity of Gringotts. He found himself in the heart of the bank, standing in front of the entrance to the office of Stonefist, the Goblin account manager.
Stonefist, a Goblin of considerable stature with a no-nonsense demeanor, was seated behind an imposing desk made of dark, polished wood. His sharp, intelligent eyes focused on Harry as the heir appeared before him.
"Good day, Heir Harry James Potter," Stonefist greeted him, his voice carrying the weight of tradition and formality, typical of Goblin interactions with wizards.
Harry returned the greeting, his tone friendly yet respectful. "Good day, Stonefist. It's a pleasure to see you again."
The two engaged in a polite but professional exchange of pleasantries, setting the tone for the upcoming discussion about Harry's financial matters and the legacy of the Potter family. Gringotts, with its storied history and its team of Goblins, held the key to many of the mysteries and opportunities that lay ahead for the young wizard.
Harry, seated in the opulent and ancient office of Stonefist, engaged in a conversation with the Goblin account manager.
"Stonefist, I'm here to inquire about the status of the Potter family vaults. Can you provide me with an update?" Harry asked in a composed manner.
Stonefist, the Gilded Goblin, met Harry's gaze and replied, "Heir Potter, I am pleased to inform you that the current balance of the Potter vaults remains unchanged. There have been no attempts from any parties, including Professor Dumbledore, to access the accounts."
Harry nodded in acknowledgement. He had been keeping a close watch on his financial affairs, knowing the importance of securing his family's wealth.
"Additionally," Stonefist continued, "the Goblin nation has received your contribution of basilisk meat, totalling 15 million Galleons in worth. The Galleons have been deposited inside the Mason Blackwell vault."
Harry raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Mason Blackwell was a vault that had recently seen significant activity due to the purchases made by Dobby, his devoted house-elf. "What has Dobby been buying with the funds from Mason Blackwell?" Harry inquired.
The Goblin adjusted his posture and replied, "Dobby has spent over 226,000 Galleons from the Mason Blackwell vault, Heir Potter. We require your approval for these expenditures."
After a moment of consideration, Harry nodded. "Yes, I allowed those actions. They serve important purposes." He knew that Dobby had been acquiring materials for the various rituals and building supplies for the Phoenix Tower. However, he didn't feel the need to divulge all the details to the Goblin.
"As for Mason Blackwell," Harry continued, "I'd like to exchange 10 million Galleons into pounds and have them placed in a bottomless pouch."
Stonefist leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with shrewd intelligence. "To proceed with the exchange and issuance of the bottomless pouch, I will require your signature. Please wait for a few moments, and I shall arrange for the pouch."
"Stonefist, could you inform me about the current exchange rate between Galleons and British Pounds?"
Stonefist responded promptly, "The current exchange rate stands at 1 Galleon to 5 Pounds."
Harry then calculated, "So if I exchange 10 million Galleons, I will receive 50 million Pounds. Is that correct?"
Stonefist confirmed, "That is indeed correct, Master Harry."
Satisfied with this, Harry moved on to another matter. "Now, about the documentation for Mason Blackwell, is it prepared? Does it reflect my desired age of 25 to appear as a Muggle?"
Stonefist, maintaining his professional demeanor, replied, "The documentation has been prepared as per your instructions, Heir Potter. It accurately presents your age as 25 years old in the Muggle world."
Harry gave a nod of approval, acknowledging that everything was proceeding according to plan.
Harry patiently sat back in his chair, knowing that the Goblins at Gringotts were meticulous in their financial transactions. While he waited, he pondered the ways in which the pouch of British pounds might serve his needs beyond the wizarding world.
With the pouch filled with British Pounds and the documentation for Mason Blackwell in his possession, Harry returned to the Marshall Mansion. He made his way to his secret room, where he securely stored these items. The room's hidden door swung closed as Harry activated it with his Parseltongue password, ensuring the secrecy of its contents.
Harry then left the mansion and apparated back to Hogwarts to complete the last two weeks of his first year.
Marshall Mansion
Harry had returned to the Marshall Mansion from Hogwarts, anticipating a few days of respite before the end of the school year. However, he had some important tasks to complete, primarily regarding the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts.
First, he decided to add new protective wards to the Chamber. Harry wanted to ensure that the secrets of the chamber were even more safeguarded than before. He consulted his AI for the most effective and advanced warding techniques. The AI, after processing the request, provided Harry with a comprehensive plan to enhance the security of the chamber.
One of Harry's main concerns was people trying to track him when he apparated to the Chamber of Secrets. To address this issue, he planned to add a new layer of security.
Harry knew that he needed to be cautious about potential threats, and this added layer of security would help him avoid unwanted confrontations.
In addition, Harry worked with his AI to create a special stone that he could touch to dispel any spells placed on his person. This stone would serve as a countermeasure against any unwanted magical influences. With this stone in his possession, he would be in control of his own magical protections.
To further secure the chamber, Harry closed all the exits and changed all the Parseltongue passwords. He understood that maintaining control over this powerful and potentially dangerous location was crucial for his safety and the safety of others. Harry took these measures to ensure that no unauthorized individuals would be able to access the Chamber of Secrets without his consent.
At Dumbledore's office
In the hallowed halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, one of the most renowned locations was the office of Albus Dumbledore, the venerable headmaster. The room exuded an air of wisdom, authority, and a deep connection to the magical history of the school. Situated in a high tower at the pinnacle of the ancient castle, it overlooked the sprawling grounds and the Forbidden Forest beyond.
The entrance to the office was concealed at the top of a spiral stone staircase, which wound its way through the tower. Once the wooden door, adorned with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin, swung open, visitors found themselves in a room that defied imagination. The round room was spacious and lofty, with tall arched windows that allowed soft, filtered light to pour in and caress the numerous peculiar and enchanted objects.
The walls of Dumbledore's office were adorned with large, intricately designed tapestries that depicted great moments in magical history. These works of art seemed to come alive, the figures on them shifting and moving as if caught in a perpetual dance.
The room had a warm and inviting ambience, with comfortable furniture placed throughout. A plush crimson carpet covered the floor, softening the echoes of the cavernous space. There were a few high-backed, cushioned armchairs for visitors, and a long, ornately carved wooden desk where Dumbledore conducted his work.
The office also housed an impressive collection of magical artifacts and curiosities, including the Sorting Hat and a collection of ancient, dusty books that spanned the breadth of wizarding knowledge. These were kept on shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling, reached by a spinning ladder.
But the heart of the office was the grand, spindly oak desk at which Dumbledore sat when he wasn't busy exploring the secrets of the castle or discussing matters of great importance with the staff and students. It was said that the desk had once belonged to Merlin himself.
As Dumbledore's office was located at the top of the tower, it had windows that provided a breathtaking view of the Hogwarts grounds, including the Great Lake, the Forbidden Forest, and the Quidditch pitch. The sight from those windows was truly captivating, and the ever-changing display of the castle's animated gargoyles made it all the more enchanting.
The atmosphere in Dumbledore's office was one of serenity and sagacity. The soft, ambient glow of thousands of candles in the room imparted a sense of warmth and mystique. It was a place where great minds gathered to discuss important matters, and where the wisdom of countless years resonated in the very stones of the castle.
However, on this particular day, a sudden disturbance was noticed. Albus Dumbledore, who had been in his office, felt an unexpected and unexplained disruption. He looked around in surprise as some of the tracking devices in his office began to melt, their magical defenses weakening under an unseen influence.
Startled by this unusual occurrence, Dumbledore realized that something was amiss. With a deep sense of urgency, he quickly left his office, intent on traveling to the Dursley residence to check on Harry Potter. Something extraordinary and potentially dangerous was afoot, and Dumbledore knew he had to act swiftly to ensure the safety of the young wizard under his care.
Albus Dumbledore's office was dimly lit, and the atmosphere had shifted from one of serene contemplation to one of urgency and concern. The elderly headmaster had sent out the call to the members of the Order of the Phoenix, knowing that this unexpected disappearance of Harry Potter needed immediate attention.
The first to respond to Dumbledore's call was the grizzled and vigilant Alastor Moody. With his magical eye constantly scanning the room, he spoke with the gruff tone that had become his signature. "What's happened, Albus? Why are we lookin' for Potter?"
Albus Dumbledore, his usually calm demeanor unsettled, quickly relayed the situation to Moody and the others. "Harry Potter has gone missing from Hogwarts, and we don't have any information on his whereabouts. I've tried to reach Severus Snape to inquire if any former Death Eaters are involved, but he was less than helpful."
Severus Snape's voice, laced with his usual bitterness, emerged from the fireplace. "Harry Potter's absence is no loss. He was always an insufferable brat. Let him wander off on his own."
Dumbledore's blue eyes blazed with anger at Snape's callousness, but he knew that now was not the time for personal disputes. "I need your assistance, my loyal friends. We must locate Harry without causing panic or attracting undue attention. We can't rule out the possibility that he might be in danger."
Moody, Remus Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Minerva McGonagall were quick to voice their commitment to the search. Dedalus Diggle offered his support, eager to help in any way he could, while Nymphadora Tonks, with her ever-changing hair color, nodded resolutely.
Mundungus Fletcher, the ever-elusive and shifty member of the Order, grumbled his agreement. "I'll see what I can find, but this ain't my usual line of work."
Edgar Bones, a somber and dedicated member, simply nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.
As the members of the Order of the Phoenix assembled, Dumbledore issued his instructions. "We must be discreet in our efforts. For now, we will keep Harry's disappearance a secret within our ranks. I want you all to investigate any leads or sources of information that could help us locate him. We'll convene at the usual meeting place once we have more information."
With a collective nod of agreement, the members of the Order began to disperse, each taking on a different task or area of investigation. The fate of Harry Potter remained uncertain, but the determination and unity of the Order of the Phoenix would be unwavering in their quest to bring him back safely.