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Mrs. J.K., It is still your world, your Harry, and your very, very big bank account, me, you ask? The only thing I have is fun.

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I thought I was hallucinating when I saw words floating in front of me.

FIRST LAYER COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY.

8 The Second Layer.

Crap! Does this mean I have to do this shit all over again? I thought I could end the term, there was still some unfinished business that I held back on, so I could prepare for the next level. I studied Magic like a zealot, the RoR presented all the good stuff, but with only these few months of study, it clipped my wings a lot.

I took stock of my situation, I am in a car with the Weasley clan, oh boy, this is the start of my second year and we are on the way to the train. That is going to suck balls, for a moment I considered letting it happen and flying to Scotland with Ron… that moment passed quickly though. Flying away in that car would be fun for an hour or two, the consequences that follow it are not.

We just left the Burrow I think, at least we are not in London yet, I closed my eyes and tried to remember my life, it slammed into my brain again, it hurts like hell... Or, is it my memories slamming into his brain?

My childhood is pretty much the same as in the First Level, I got sorted in Gryffindor, the Troll happened, Fluffy, Norberta, the whole bloody book happened! Word for fucking Word! Even the events from this summer! That bloody bint and fat ass starved me and Hedwig! Then the escape in the flying car and my stay at the Burrow.

What I do notice now, is that the Weasley parents ignored the obvious signs of starvation and abuse. A celebrity kid appears in the middle of the night, skin and bones, and dressed in rags. The way Mrs. Weasley brushes off the comments of the Twins tells me enough, they are in Dumbledore's pocket.

When we arrived at the station, everything happened like in canon, we bumped into the pillar and caused a ruckus.

At eleven o'clock, Ron panicked: "We missed our train! We are going to get expelled! How are we going to get there?"

Not with that bloody car we won't, I said: "The Leaky Cauldron is close by, we can go there and floo to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade."

Ron got his bright idea: "We take Dad's car! We can fly to Hogwarts, it will be an adventure!"

I shook my head: "Are you mental mate? First of all, that car is a relic, such a long trip will cause it to malfunction do you want our picture in the newspaper flying over London? I bet it will get your dad in trouble too."

I continued: "No, we go to the Leaky Cauldron and we floo to Hogsmeade we can even get a butterbeer or two."

We could have waited at the car for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to return, but I have other plans to spend my day. The Leaky Cauldron is not far from the station, but dragging a big trunk and a birdcage along is tiresome, especially for a skinny brat like me, exhausted, we opened the door of the pub, the place was almost empty, and the few customers were leaving.

"Ron, I'm a bit tired," I said, "Let's take a break and buy some drinks, I have some money in my pocket. Do you want a butter beer too?"

When Ron nodded, I went to Tom, the barkeeper: "Two butterbeer please."

"My! Harry Potter!" He exclaimed, "Why are you not on the train, boy?"

"I don't know what happened, Tom," I answered, "The gate to the platform closed on us, we could not get through, we plan to floo to Hogsmeade and wait for the train to arrive."

"That is a good idea, Mr. Potter," said Tom, "Here, these are on the house, you can floo from here too."

"Sometimes fame has its benefits," I grinned at Ron. "Tom said the floo powder is on the house too."

"You go first Ron, I will follow," I said when we were standing at the fireplace. Ron shouted "The Three broomsticks!" and flooded away.

That got rid of one problem, I already have a history of getting out of the wrong fireplace, he will think it happened again.

I turned to Tom and said: "Mr. Tom, I realized I can use this opportunity to visit Gringotts, I don't have enough money on me, and I need some extra books. Can you shrink my trunk, please? It is too big to drag around, and it takes hours before the train arrives in Hogsmeade. With Lockhart at the bookstore, I missed out on some books I need for class."

Yeah, changing to runes and arithmancy next year, and I plan to study in advance. I am at the end of second-year level with all my spells anyway.

"That is smart thinking, Harry, but promise to stay in Diagon Alley." was his answer after he shrunk my trunk and spelled it with a featherweight.

I gathered my cloak and wand and took Hedwig with me to the brick wall… you know, if they say from the trash can, three bricks up and two across, did you ever see a brick wall? It is loaded with bricks! From the trash can they say, there are more than twenty brick that relates to that! What if they empty that can and put it a foot away from its original place? Nobody would get in! It was not that hard to find the correct bricks though. Years of tapping those bricks made them pretty obvious.

Once in the alley I set Hedwig loose and told her to wait out of sight. Finally! My first stop is Gringotts, I am ready to kick some bony ass.

Xxxxx

I approached a teller: "Good day Teller, may we do good business and let our enemies bleed out on the battlefield. I am in need to talk to my account manager if he is free. The name is Harry James Potter."

That was a nice greeting, don't you think? With enough profit and blood in it, Goblins love it.

"That it will be a good day for you, youngster will depend on if you really are Harry Potter. It will define that you are going to do good business or will bleed out. Follow Sharpwits to your account manager." was the grumpy Tellers response.

Crap, the first snag in the story, my account manager is a young goblin named Golddigger.

"Who are you, boy? Why are you not in school?" barked the digger.

I raised my eyebrow and asked: "Check your identifying Runes at your door, Goblin, they are malfunctioning if you don't know who I am. Now, tell me who are you? Are you my regular account manager? I expected someone more mature."

Golddigger paled, he did not expect I knew about those runes, "I got promoted last year, your previous account manager is retired." he answered.

"Who made him retire?" I asked, "I find it suspicious that my account manager is retiring the year I came into the wizarding world."

Unwillingly, he answered: "Your Magical Guardian made him retire and demanded a young manager for the position."

"I commend you for your honesty, Golddigger," I said, "Let me tell you something important to you, in five years I am an adult and don't need a Magic Guardian anymore. It is for you to decide that you dance five years to my Magic Guardian's tunes and get sacked afterward with a big Audit of your actions, or you work for MY best interests and keep your job for fifty more years. What will it be, Golddigger?"

The shocked face of Golddigger told me I nailed it. My comment of five versus fifty years delivered the message, don't fuck with Heir Potter… unless you are a girl and are in my bed, then I would say, Go, Girl! Yeahah! Yes, I accept all ages, from fifteen to ninety-five, although I use lube above seventy.

Golddigger sighed: "As your account manager I am honor bound to manage your account to your best interest Heir Potter, Your Magical Guardian demands that all transactions need his approval."

"Tell me, Golddigger," I said, "What are the procedures of Gringotts if an Heir suspects his Magical Guardian is abusing his position to steal from his or her accounts? Because I find the machinations of my Magical guardian highly suspicious." I glared at him and continued, "I also demand to speak to the previous account manager within the hour. If not, at age seventeen I will empty all my vaults and take my business elsewhere."

Golddigger punched a few buttons on his desk and growled something in Gobelydobbelly. A few minutes later, Blooddagger came into the office. Golddigger explained everything… I guess he does, I can't understand a word.

"Heir Potter, your account manager said you demanded to speak to me, well I am here, what do you want to know?" he asked.

"Did you ask for your retirement?" was my first question.

"No, I did not ask for it, they made me retire from my position," he answered.

"What do you think of Golddigger as your replacement? Will he do a good job?" was my second question.

Golddigger was sweating buckets when Blooddagger looked him up and down. "He will do for now," was Blooddagger's answer. Golddigger sagged in his chair, feeling the load of his back lifted.

"You have a right to be suspicious, Heir Potter," he continued, "Your Magic Guardian Dumbledore can demand another Account Manager, but he can not say who will take that position. The Potter accounts are managed by our clan for centuries. I trust that my Grandson will do a satisfactory job."

I glared at Golddigger: "You just could have said that he was your Grandpa! You got me worked up for nothing."

Blooddagger chuckled: "Beginners always follow everything to the letter, Heir Potter."

"Right, we wasted enough time, Blooddagger, can you stay and give some advice? I need my scar examined, it is a curse scar and I heard you employ curse breakers."

Blooddagger looked at his grandson, who nodded and pressed some buttons. From then on, everything happened fast, the curse breaker started cursing and shouting, which attracted five more Goblins that quite frankly used swear words that I never even heard in my old life.

Anyway, I ended up on a cold stone table with the Pig again. The old fogies did their song and dance again, and my first step to freedom is taken. While I was on the table, they removed the rest of the blocks and spells from my body, with Voldy gone, even my eyes got fixed, they were pissed when they saw the Mail block also blocked Gringotts Mail, that is something Dumbledore is going to regret I'll bet.

Xxxxx

Two hours later I was back in the office. Blooddagger, Golddigger, and a big one with fancy clothes were waiting for me.

"Heir Potter, this is account manager supervisor Slicer, we contacted him to report all the issues we discovered on your body," said Golddigger.

"Heir Potter," nodded Slicer, "The blocks, spells, and years of abuse and malnutrition made it clear that your Magical guardian is unfit for the job. We can not dictate what happens outside, but we can in Gringotts, I appointed Blooddagger as your guardian. He served your grandparents and your parents, I advice you to trust him too."

"Thank you Supervisor Slicer," I said, "For now I need a way to pay without carrying loads of Galleons, a way to pay my bills in the Muggle world, and some kind of purse that I can carry around for some pocket money."

"Golddigger can help you with that, I want to point out that you are allowed to wear your Heir ring from your eleventh birthday. I'll leave you to it." Slicer left the office after that.

While Golddigger made the arrangements I found out that I possessed 20% of the Daily rubbish.

"Blooddagger," I said, "I heard that the Black's have shares of the Daily Prophet too, can you ask the Lord or Heir to sell them to me, or others that are willing to part with their shares? I am tired of their stories about me."

"I'll find out in a minute, Heir Potter." Blooddagger left.

I might as well get all things done. Golddigger presented me with a mokeskin pouch, and a credit card: "In the pouch are five hundred Galleons and a thousand pounds. The pouch is weightless and with a drop of your blood only you can get something out. Just think about the amount of money you want, and it will appear in your hands. For big sums, you can use your ring." Very handy indeed.

Blooddagger returned with an old Goblin. "Heir Potter, meet the Black account manager Throathcutter."

Throathcutter nodded at me: "This is unusual Heir Potter, my ledgers are telling me that you are Heir Primary of House Black. We knew that Sirius is the new Lord Black, I did not realize he made you his Heir. Can you put the Heir ring on to see if it accepts you?"

Tadaa! Step two is taken to World domination! I rule! I have a shiny ring! I am bloody rich!... I have to get that lazy elf clean Grimmauld Place 12 again.

Throathcutter said: "You asked that House Black have shares of the Daily Prophet, we do, 25% of them. At the moment Lucius Malfoy is using these shares to press his agenda through, claiming that his son Draco will be the next Lord Black."

"Did the Prophet bring in any Profits in the last ten years?" I asked?

"No, it is always even money or a loss up to 5%" reported Throathcutter.

"Well," I grinned, "Then we better cut those losses, won't we? Golddigger, Throathcutter is selling 25% of the Daily Prophet to House Potter, don't notify the editor of the change yet."

I gathered my thoughts and simulated some of my ideas in my mind, then I grinned and said: "Now, this is what I want to happen about Lord Black…"

Xxxxx

I had lunch in the Alley, after that I went on a shopping spree. Yes, you guessed it, I went for every Fan Fic trope, the multi-compartment trunk, with a library and big apartment, of course, the apartment even blocks Magic detection! Equipped with shrinking and featherweight it is so much better than dragging that big trunk around, my old trunk went inside the apartment, I bet it blocks all tracking spells too.

Three leather book bags with extension charms and featherweight are a must-have, although Ron won't appreciate them as much as Hermione, in an afterthought, I bought one for Ginny too, I have to find a way to get that diary, bribing a girl is frowned upon, but I can trade it for that diary, so totally acceptable.

At Olivander I bought a few wand holsters and upgraded my potion set at the apothecary, I noticed that a lot of the quality of the potions depends on the tools you brew them in, maybe that is why Hagrid got me the cheapest stuff.

The posh robes from Twilight are so much better than my usual rags, the bookstore still had a lot of course books, I bought them for all seven years, weightless trunk for the win!

At the jeweler's shop, I bought several rings, bracelets, and necklaces with detection and protection Runes on them. No more mind whammies or potions for this guy. They even sold glasses that let you see in the dark like it was a sunny day, and even detect spells. I bought two of them of course! I am not old enough to ask for X-ray glasses, but am surer as hell research the spells for them!

I collected my old trunk, dumped my old clothes in the bin, and stored it back in my apartment, then I went Muggle. I took a cab to Harrods, I managed to convince a salesgirl with my sad face that both my parents are at work, and got four hundred pounds to spend on a new wardrobe. That got me the basics, underwear, jeans, shirts, and shoes. They would go suspicious if I begin to throw money around.

On the way back to the Leaky, I let the cab stop at a pay phone, "Hello Petunia, guess what? I recently found out I have a lot of money, and I have decided to spend some on you." I said with a cheery voice.

"How much money boy?" she greedily asked.

"Oh, about twenty thousand pounds. That is ten thousand for you and ten thousand for Vernon. You see, if you still live at Privet drive four at Christmas, I will set that bounty on your heads. When they find out how you treated me, there will be a lot of volunteers to hunt you down, don't you think? Goodbye, Aunty." I hung up with the screaming voice of Petunia in my ears. Boy! That felt good!

Would I set a bounty on them? Nah, of course not! I tell the papers my story and their address, and the angry mob will kill them for free. Cruel? Probably, it is as cruel as putting a one-year-old in a cupboard, and treating it like shit, fuck them!

All set and done, I flood to the Three Broomsticks and sat on a bench at the station waiting for the train to arrive, Ron was nowhere in sight. Ah! The carriages are here! Better yet, I sit and wait in a carriage and read a book. All in all, I had a productive day.

Xxxxx

The train unloaded his passengers, two older Slytherin girls boarded my carriage, a blond and a red one, the red one said: "Ah? Our missing person decided to show himself? You had a lot of people looking for you Potter."

I sighed: "Yeah, being popular can be a burden, sometimes I just long to sit quietly before a fireplace with a pretty girl in my arms."

She chuckled: "Do you even know what to do with a girl, Potter?"

I shrugged: "I don't know, I saw some adult Muggle movies this summer, but I doubt some stuff they showed was even possible, I mean three men at the same time? And then the collars and whips, clamps on all sorts of body parts, are any of you familiar with that?"

The Slytherins sat there shell-shocked, finally, she asked: "Three? At once? How?"

"Well," as I was happy to explain, "the first one went in the regular way, the second one, I think he used a lot of lube went into her bum, while that woman sucked on the third one's dick."

I looked innocently at the Slytherins and said: "What I did not understand is why some of those girls liked to be spanked, I mean, getting bent over someone's knees and getting your naked bum slapped is fun? Maybe because he sometimes put his fingers in her snatch, but what do I know about girls right?"

The blond Slytherin said: "Muggles do all that? Do they like that? Getting slapped on their bum?"

I smiled: "If you never tried it, how do you know you like it or not? In that movie, the girl liked it very much, she even squirted when she had an orgasm. I have a question if you allow it, do girls like it when someone licks their pussy? In those movies they did, hmm, I got to try it at least once."

There was no answer, just blushing, I grinned and offered: "So, if you want to explore that kind of play, I volunteer for the job. Ah, we arrived, let me help you down… ladies, riding with you was my pleasure."

I am curious if they are gossipers. Where did I see those movies you ask? Ok, if you ask that, you are not yet ten years old, or you are an old geezer without a PC.

Yeah! Snape was waiting for me: "Potter! Where have you been? Were you too special to take the train like other students? Well, answer the question!"

I shrugged: "As Ron Weasley undoubtedly already explained, the gate to platform 9 ¾ was blocked, we went to the leaky cauldron and flooded to the Three Broomsticks… Sir."

"You insufferable brat! Then why did Weasley arrive hours before you? Was it fun for you to let everyone search for you?" he fumed.

"Not really, sir, does the staff look for every student that missed the train?" I asked.

He glared at me, that was when I noticed my necklace warmed up, peeping creep is trying to invade my mind, he bounced back when my necklace kicked him out.

I commented: "I would stop invading my mind sir, what you are doing is illegal, and you might end up in Azkaban. And for the record, I can find my own way to the Castle, sir, I am not a five year old." a lot of students witnessed Snape's head snap back and heard my comment, that is definitively one for the rumor mill.

Xxxxx

I went inside the Great Hall to my table and sat down next to Ron. Yeah, sitting opposite of him once was one of my worst ideas, if that bloke didn't wear shoes, he would use his feet to shove food in that bottomless pit he calls a mouth.

Hermione opened her bag of questions: "Harry! Where were you? We could not find you on the train, so we had the prefects search the train for you, What happened? Ron said you did not follow him to the Three Broomsticks…"

I held my hand up to stop her: "In a nutshell, Hermione, I missed the train, got out of the wrong floo again, and went back to the leaky Cauldron where I flood to the Three Broomsticks. Thank you by the way for letting every prefect get annoyed at me. My life became so much better."

"But Harry! We could not find you! We had to let them look for you!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, Hermione! You looked and did not find me, the rest is bullshit. I am potty trained, I even can read maps! Oh! I am older than five years!" I sighed, "Look, Hermione, missing the train is not the end of the world, I got here on time, the rest is nobody's business." I said.

Ron grumbled: "Tell that to the professors mate, they panicked as if the Minister was abducted. They questioned me for an hour."

I shrugged: "You could have stayed in Hogsmeade and waited for the train to arrive. When I thought about that, I went shopping a bit, I needed a new wardrobe, my cousin's clothes did not exactly fit me. Ah! Sorting begins!"

I put a bag on the chair next to me and watched the sorting, Bloody Creepy got sorted in our house, finally, it was Ginny's turn, strange, a hatstal? Maybe Tommy is already in her head, Griffindor! Was the final verdict; shyly, she went to our table.

"Hey, Ginny!" I called out, "I saved you a seat!" while patting the chair next to me.

The poor thing almost got a stroke, The Harry Potter saved her a seat? The sky must have dropped down! Pigs can fly!

She sat next to me, I gave her a one-armed hug and said: "Maybe you already know that, but never sit in front of Ron."

That made her relax a bit: "Yes, I knew that, and also, stay out of the range of his food. He bites."

"So, are you going to be the next Mrs. Potter?" I asked, "Are you up for the job? Did you read the necessary books? I have to warn you though, Harry Potter and the Angry Dragon drew a wrong picture of me, I would never kill that angry dragon, I would tame it you know."

Ginny elbowed me: "I knew they are fantasy books when I was eight years old, Harry. I just liked them."

"Ah, food, dig in future Mrs. Potter, watch out for Mr. Weasley's claws." I joked.

"I'mm Hwungwy Hawwy," Ron said with his mouth full of food. Merlin, I miss the Ravenclaw table already.

McGonagall came to our table: "Mr. Potter, the headmaster needs to see you after dinner."

I rolled my eyes and said out loud: "What is so special about missing a train? It is not the end of the world you know! I never got lost, Professor, I could just summon the Knight bus and get here with no problem. Is the headmaster calling every student for such minor details?"

She glared at me: "The headmaster doesn't need to explain his reasons to a student Mr. Potter. I will come for you after dinner."

When I am done with him he won't need to explain shit to me. I have several bones to pick with that old man.

While McGonagall went away, I sighed and said to Ginny: "Sorry future Mrs. Potter, our first stroll through the Castle is for tomorrow. I hope you can wait that long, I don't want to lose you to a Dick or Tom before I got a chance to declare my undying devotion."

Ginny started to play along: "You better hurry Mr. Potter, this Lady is in high demand, and can't waste her time on the half-baked attempts of common louts."

I thumped my chest and proclaimed: "I will spare no effort to reach that goal, my fair Maiden. Even when your brothers will try to stop me, I will prevail!" I whispered: "I won't hurt them badly of course."

Ginny giggled: "My brothers trying to stop you? I can see that happening, my knight, but, were you not pursuing Lady Granger?"

I let my head hang down: "Alas, I can not deny it, my Fair Maiden. Her brilliance blinded me, her Witt dazzled me, and her beauty reached heights that only you can compare. And as you can see, she has a pretty blush when I compliment her."

Ginny shook her head: "Then you must choose, dear sir, no Maiden wants to share a husband."

I nodded: "That will be my burden to bear, having to choose between two bright Stars is almost impossible, it will need time."

Hermione exploded: "Can you two stop dragging me into this? Harry? What has happened to you? You are acting completely different from before."

"Aye, my other future Mrs. Potter, a lot happened today," I said, and smiled evilly, "I transferred all my negativity to a pig, and had it slaughtered. It lifted the veil from my eyes so I could admire your brilliance, and bask in your glorious presence."

I turned to Ginny and asked: "Too much? I think I went over the top with the basking."

Ginny shrugged: "You can't go wrong with basking, Mr. Potter. I would like that my husband basks in my presence."

"Whut, ish Baskwing?" asked Ron with his mouth full of food.

I patted his back: "Tonight, dear brother-in-law, I will give you: The Talk. Believe me, you will never be the same man as before."

I stood up and said: "The fun is over, The Cat girl is here to escort me to Saruman the White."