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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."

The next day

The next day at Hogwarts, Harry found himself sitting in his classes, his usually sharp skills intentionally dulled. He pretended to make mistakes to mask his true abilities. It was crucial that no one discovered how far ahead he truly was, especially not Ron and Hermione, who remained persistent in their quest to uncover the contents of the letter he had received from Gringotts.

During the day, he kept his distance from his two closest friends, feigning disinterest in the enigmatic letter. He knew they were growing suspicious, but he couldn't afford to reveal the truth. Instead, he attended his classes with a sense of detachment, allowing his thoughts to drift to his secret rendezvous with Neville.

As the day progressed, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him. The room of requirement had become their secret training ground, concealed behind powerful privacy wards that even Voldemort's memories couldn't breach. It was the perfect place for them to hone their skills without prying eyes.

On his way to the Chamber of Secrets, his messenger medallion vibrated gently, signalling a new message from Neville. Harry knew that they had to be cautious in their communications. He activated his wand, casting privacy wards to ensure that their conversation remained confidential. With the safeguards in place, he extracted the master medallion from beneath his robes and focused his thoughts on a concise message to Neville.

"Meet me tomorrow at 10 o'clock inside our secret training room."

Harry chose to be deliberately vague, giving away as little information as possible. The medallion responded by sending the message to Neville, leaving no trace of their conversation for others to discover.

The atmosphere within the castle was one of curiosity and restlessness. Students were eager to uncover the truth about Heir Crab's mysterious disappearance, and whispers filled the hallways as speculation ran rampant. Yet for Harry, the focus remained on concealing his true abilities, navigating the intricacies of the magical and social worlds he inhabited.

As he continued his day, he thought about the multitude of secrets, both magical and mundane, that filled the world around him. There was always more to uncover, more to learn, and Harry was determined to unveil the deepest mysteries that lay hidden within both the wizarding and muggle realms.

Time is money

In the dimly lit Chamber of Secrets, with the great stone serpent still partially visible, Harry turned to Dobby, the ever-loyal house-elf who had been his unwavering companion throughout these secret adventures.

"Thank you for being here with me, Dobby," Harry began, looking earnestly at the small, devoted creature. "I have another task for you, something very important."

Dobby's big green eyes sparkled with curiosity and a deep desire to help. "Anything for Harry Potter, sir. Dobby will do his best."

Harry nodded, appreciating Dobby's unwavering loyalty. "I need you to clean and repair this chamber, Dobby. Make it as good as new. Look for any hidden rooms or books that might be hidden here. I have a feeling there might be more to this chamber than just the basilisk."

Dobby's bat-like ears perked up with excitement. "Dobby will do it, sir! Dobby will make the Chamber of Secrets the cleanest and most beautiful chamber in all of Hogwarts!"

Satisfied with Dobby's enthusiasm, Harry handed the tiny house-elf a small sack with cleaning supplies and tools, ensuring Dobby had everything he needed to complete the task. "Thank you, Dobby. And remember, be careful and come back to me when you're done. I'll be waiting right here."

Dobby gave a determined nod, clutching the sack with both hands. "Dobby is always careful, sir! Dobby will not let Harry Potter down!"

As Dobby scurried off to begin his work, Harry took a moment to collect his thoughts. He had one more task to attend to before he left the Chamber of Secrets. Harry reached into his robes, retrieving the Gringotts letter, which contained the mysterious golden portkey.

Taking a deep breath, he held the ornate seal in his hand and uttered the activation phrase, "Time is money."

In an instant, the world around Harry seemed to waver and distort. Colors swirled and shapes blurred as he was whisked away from the dark confines of the Chamber of Secrets. The sensation was strange, a twisting and turning like he'd never experienced before. But he remained resolute, knowing that the journey would lead him to answers he sought.

Moments later, Harry found himself in a dimly lit chamber deep within Gringotts, surrounded by imposing goblin statues. He couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The contents of the letter and the purpose of this secret meeting remained a mystery, but Harry was determined to uncover the truth.

As he ventured deeper into the chamber, the dim light revealing the grandeur of the goblin bank, Harry couldn't help but reflect on the secrets, both hidden and revealed, that had defined his life. Each revelation had brought him closer to understanding the complex web of magic and power in the wizarding world. And now, he was about to embark on another journey that held the promise of unlocking even more enigmas.

The atmosphere within Gringotts was unlike anything he had experienced in the world above. The sense of history, tradition, and secrets buried within the heart of the goblin-run institution was palpable. The ancient stone walls held the echoes of countless transactions, betrayals, and concealed treasures.

As he moved through the chamber, Harry thought about the task ahead of him. The world of magic held infinite secrets, and he was determined to uncover as many as possible. The mysterious letter from Gringotts was just the beginning, and he couldn't help but wonder what revelations awaited him.

Harry approached the goblin teller with an air of confidence, determined to cut straight to the chase. Goblins appreciated directness, and he knew it was the best way to navigate the intricate world of Gringotts.

"I am Harry Potter. I received a letter from you," he said, his tone respectful but to the point. He handed the goblin the letter, which the teller examined with keen scrutiny.

Sharpclaw, the goblin teller, looked at Harry's scar, which had become an emblem of his identity in the wizarding world. After a moment of inspection, the goblin nodded. "You are indeed Heir Potter. You are late," he said, his words brief and matter-of-fact. Sharpclaw didn't waste time on pleasantries.

With a practiced motion, Sharpclaw performed a blood test, confirming Harry's identity beyond any doubt. Harry watched the goblin's sharp eyes and precise movements, appreciating the goblin's efficiency.

"Very well," Sharpclaw said as he completed the test. "Your account manager awaits you. Follow me, and come quickly."

Harry followed the goblin through a labyrinthine series of passages and chambers within the depths of Gringotts. The sense of history and tradition in the bank was even more pronounced here. Glistening vaults filled with treasure were guarded by fearsome goblins, and the air was imbued with a sense of mystery and power.

Finally, they arrived at a heavy, iron-clad door with a nameplate that read "Stonefist." Sharpclaw knocked once, and the door creaked open to reveal a dimly lit room. A goblin sat behind an imposing desk, which was adorned with parchment, ledgers, and quills.

Sharpclaw gestured for Harry to enter and then withdrew, leaving Harry alone with the goblin named Stonefist. As the door closed behind him, Harry felt a renewed sense of focus. The purpose of this meeting remained shrouded in mystery, but he was determined to get to the heart of the matter.

The atmosphere in the room was austere, as befitting a Gringotts office. Dimly lit sconces on the walls cast long shadows, emphasizing the air of secrecy and gravity that pervaded the space. The room held an aura of ancient knowledge and power, as if the goblins had carefully preserved centuries of secrets within these stone walls.

Harry stood before the desk, waiting for Stonefist to speak. The goblin's gaze bore into him, examining him with a shrewd and calculating look. Harry was ready to face whatever questions or revelations lay ahead in this hidden world of wealth and intrigue.

As Harry stood before the goblin account manager, Stonefist, a sense of anticipation filled the dimly lit room. Harry was eager to unravel the mysteries surrounding his family's vault and Gringotts, but he had no idea what revelations lay ahead. The conversation between him and the goblin would unveil startling truths and hidden secrets.

Harry cleared his throat and initiated the dialogue, "I've never responded to any Gringotts mail, Mr. Stonefist. I only received a letter from the bank a few days ago." His tone was straightforward, as he sought clarity and answers.

Stonefist raised a thick, inquisitive eyebrow, clearly surprised by Harry's statement. "You haven't received any Gringotts mail before then?"

Harry shook his head, indicating that the subject was entirely new to him. "I had no idea. I didn't even know I had a magical guardian," he confessed.

Stonefist's expression darkened slightly as he absorbed this revelation. "Your magical guardian is Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Potter. It appears he has kept you in the dark regarding your inheritance, your family's holdings, and your connection to Gringotts."

The weight of this new information hung heavily in the air as Harry grappled with the realization that Dumbledore had concealed such vital knowledge. "I had no idea," Harry repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "I never knew about this."

Stonefist leaned forward, resting his gnarled hands on the desk. His eyes, filled with a mixture of sympathy and professionalism, bore into Harry. "This is most unusual, Mr. Potter. It's highly unusual for your guardian not to inform you about your responsibilities, rights, and legacy. I suspect that Professor Dumbledore may have been intercepting your Gringotts owls for years."

Harry's shock deepened as he absorbed the implications of what the goblin had just said. Dumbledore had knowingly kept him in the dark, controlling the flow of information between him and the wizarding world. "Intercepting my Gringotts owls? That's... incredible," he said, unable to fully articulate the frustration and confusion he felt.

Stonefist continued, "Indeed, it is highly irregular. It's possible that you have not yet received your Gringotts key."

Harry furrowed his brow. "My Gringotts key? What does that have to do with anything?"

The goblin leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in contemplation. "You see, Mr. Potter, over the past twelve years, significant transfers of wealth have been made from your family vault. The Potter family holdings are extensive and include various properties, heirlooms, and a considerable amount of Galleons."

Harry's eyes widened as the implications became clear. "So you're saying that Dumbledore has been managing my family's wealth all this time?"

Stonefist nodded gravely. "It would appear so. Your family's assets are spread across multiple vaults, and the transfer of wealth, while not uncommon for magical guardians, usually involves the heir's consent and knowledge. You have the right to access this wealth and decide how to manage it."

The room, with its dim lighting and solemn atmosphere, became a nexus of information and revelation. Harry was overwhelmed by the implications of Dumbledore's actions and the wealth that had been hidden from him. It was evident that he had many questions to ask and decisions to make in the days to come. The weight of his newfound knowledge pressed upon him, and the room seemed to pulse with secrets and untold stories.

Family Assets

Transcript of Family Assets - Heir: Harry James Potter

Name: Harry James Potter Father: James Potter (Pureblood) Mother: Lily Evans (Muggleborn)

Vault 313: Monetary Assets Total Balance: 33 Million Galleons

Vault 301: Family Heirlooms

Vault 2: Peverell Heirlooms

Vault 465: Gifts for the Boy Who Lived

Land and Houses:

Potter Castle in Northern Scotland (Status: Destroyed)

Potter Farms (460 acres): Pottery Production (Status: Destroyed)

Mansion "La Rock" Near the Beach in Southern France

6 Bedrooms

20-Acre Vineyard (Status: No elves but functional)

Safehouse: Marshall Manson (4 Bedrooms) on the Isle of Man (Unplottable)

Leases to Several Plots Inside Diagon Alley (Lease paused by guardian)

Transaction History (Last 12 Years):

Monthly Transfer of 1 Million Galleons to Dumbledore's Account (Reason: Harry's upbringing)

Stonefist and Harry continued their discussion in the dimly lit Gringotts office. The goblin was intrigued by Harry's lack of knowledge regarding his family's wealth and Dumbledore's financial control over the accounts.

Harry: So, you mean I've had access to all that money, and I never knew about it? I've been living under the stairs and struggled through all those years without a single Galleon?

Stonefist: [grumbling in Gobbledegook] The audacity of that meddling wizard! [clears his throat] It appears that you've been entirely kept in the dark about your family's finances, Mr. Potter.

Harry: Well, I can't change the past, but how do we stop him from continuing to take my money? And what can we do about those Diagon Alley leases he paused?

Stonefist: Ah, young Mr. Potter, I believe we can put an end to that. [rifles through old scrolls and ledgers]

Harry watched curiously as Stonefist dug through the dusty archives, and then he watched as the goblin's face lit up with a sly grin.

Harry: What's the plan, Stonefist?

Stonefist: We have a little-known goblin clause, young sir, a clause for situations just like these. When a goblin heir reaches their of age, they can take full control of their family's accounts, overriding any previous permissions. [taps a long, bony finger on the old goblin script]

Harry: So, when do I come of age according to goblin tradition?

Stonefist: Ah, here's the interesting part, Mr. Potter. According to goblin tradition, you are already considered of age at seventeen, while the wizarding world usually deems it at seventeen and a half.

Harry: Then I'm already of age according to goblins?

Stonefist: Indeed, Mr. Potter. You are. But we must perform a goblin rite of passage to formally recognize your status as an adult. Only then can you regain control of your family's accounts.

Harry: What do I need to do for this goblin rite of passage, and how soon can we get this done?

Stonefist: The rite consists of two parts. The first part is the Blood Oath ceremony, where you pledge your loyalty to Gringotts and its traditions. After that, you must complete a quest given to you by the goblins to demonstrate your worthiness.

Harry: Tell me more about this quest. I'm ready to do whatever it takes.

Stonefist: Very well, Mr. Potter. The quest's nature is unique to each individual and can vary widely. It depends on the heir's capabilities, strengths, and sometimes their family's history. Once the Blood Oath ceremony is complete, we will provide you with more information about your quest.

Harry: So it's not something you can tell me right now?

Stonefist: I'm afraid not, Mr. Potter. It's goblin tradition, and the quests are kept secret until the Blood Oath ceremony is performed.

Harry: Then let's proceed with the Blood Oath ceremony as soon as possible. I want to regain control of my family's assets and put a stop to any unauthorized transactions. I want you to document Dumbledore's theft precisely.

Stonefist: Of course, I'll arrange the ceremony promptly, Mr. Potter. It will take place in the depths of Gringotts, deep within the goblin tunnels, where few wizards ever tread. Be prepared for a unique experience.

With a plan in motion and newfound determination, Harry was ready to take the first step toward regaining control of his family's wealth. The goblin world was about to become a crucial ally in his quest for power and knowledge.

Amidst the solemn atmosphere of the underground chamber, Harry lay within the intricate runic circle, surrounded by goblins in dark red cloaks. A ring that symbolized his family's heritage rested on a crystal pedestal at the center of the room, its intricate engravings catching the dim light.

Goblins formed a triangular perimeter around Harry, each bearing a distinctive air of gravity. In their native tongue, they chanted incantations that reverberated through the chamber like an age-old spell. The enchanting words filled the room, creating an aura of ancient power. The goblins' chants seemed like they echoed through the corridors of time, resonating with generations of tradition.

Harry watched in awe as the runic lines beneath him began to illuminate in an ethereal white light, casting intricate, glowing patterns upon his bare skin. The Potter Family Ring on the pedestal radiated a similar light, revealing hidden facets of its design.

One goblin, distinguishable by a crimson cloak with gold accents, approached Harry. He extended a long, bony hand.

Goblin: Do you promise to uphold your family motto, "Never to surrender"?

Harry: Yes, I do. Never to surrender!

The white light shifted to a vibrant green hue, enveloping Harry within its glow. The goblin's voice reverberated with power as he declared:

Goblin: The family magic accepts you.

As the light began to fade, Harry felt a profound connection with his family's legacy, as if he had forged an unbreakable bond with generations of Potter witches and wizards before him.

Goblin: It is done, Mr. Potter. The Blood Oath ceremony is complete.

Harry slowly rose to his feet, his gaze unwavering. He now bore the responsibility and power of his family's heritage, with an unwavering commitment never to surrender.

Stonefist: You have shown great resolve, Mr. Potter. Now, there is one more task to complete.

Harry: What's my quest, Stonefist?

Stonefist produced a parchment that materialized out of thin air, revealing the goblin script that detailed Harry's mission.

Stonefist: Your quest is to kill a superior enemy and bring forth their blood to this parchment. It is a test of your mettle and dedication to the Potter family. The specifics of your quest are unique to you, and you will have to discover them as you go along.

Harry: I accept the challenge, Stonefist. I'll prove myself and complete this task.

In the dimly lit chamber of Gringotts, the goblin Stonefist raised a skeptical eyebrow as Harry Potter proposed an idea.

Harry: Could the blood of a creature I've already slain be used for the Blood Oath?

Stonefist: You've already spilled blood? That is... unexpected.

Harry: I think I might have something that will do. Can I call my elf for it?

Stonefist: Very well, you may call your elf.

Harry raised his voice, knowing that Dobby would hear his call.

Harry: Dobby, can you come to me?

In an instant, Dobby appeared before them. He nodded to Harry, awaiting his request.

Harry: Dobby, could you retrieve a flask of the snake I killed?

Dobby nodded, and in just a few moments, he returned with the requested flask containing the basilisk's venom.

Harry: Thank you, Dobby.

Dobby quietly left the chamber, leaving behind the curious goblins who were eyeing the flask's contents.

As the goblins gazed at the vivid purple liquid, Stonefist couldn't hide his amazement.

Stonefist: You... you slayed a basilisk? How old are you? Many goblins would be proud to accomplish such a feat. Your success against this creature can grant you a new title in the goblin kingdom, "Basilisk Slayer."

With a sense of anticipation, Harry carefully placed one drop of the basilisk's venom onto the Blood Oath parchment. The document immediately began to glow with a brilliant green light, signifying the acceptance of his deed.

In awe, the goblins around him burst into a chorus of voices, chanting in unison.

Goblins: You honor us, great Basilisk Slayer Potter.

As Harry stood before them, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging and respect from the goblins, knowing that he had proven his worthiness through his bravery and unique accomplishments.

Mason Blackwell

In the dimly lit office of account manager Stonefist, Harry laid out his requests, now that he had put the Blood Oath behind him.

Harry: First and foremost, I'd like all money transactions from my Potter accounts to be stopped. I also want the 30 leases at Diagon Alley to pay the usual fees for using the space. And, I need new keys for my vaults.

Stonefist nodded, taking note of each request. He had been an excellent listener throughout their conversation.

Stonefist: Very well, I'll arrange for those changes. Is there anything else?

Harry: I'd like a Gringotts pay card. I read about it in the Daily Prophet.

Harry then leaned forward, his curiosity piqued, and asked more complex questions.

Harry: Is it possible to open a new account, separate from my Potter accounts? I want it under the name Mason Blackwell. And how can I set up a company in the magical world?

Stonefist: Opening a new account is quite feasible. I'll arrange it under the name Mason Blackwell. As for setting up a company in the magical world, we can help you navigate the necessary processes.

Harry wasn't done; he had a few more questions.

Harry: Can I invest in the Muggle stock market?

To his surprise, Stonefist looked puzzled.

Stonefist: Stock market? I'm not familiar with the term. Could you explain what it is?

Harry realized that the goblins' understanding of the Muggle world was limited. He moved on to another question.

Harry: How can I transfer money to a Muggle bank?

Stonefist seemed more knowledgeable on this topic.

Stonefist: To transfer money to a Muggle bank, you'll need to convert your Galleons to Pounds. After that, you can visit a Muggle bank to initiate the transfer.

Harry noted that the magical and Muggle banking systems were entirely separate entities.

Harry: And could you help me obtain the necessary documentation for an adult Mason Blackwell to travel?

Stonefist smiled, finding Harry's inquiries both intriguing and challenging.

Stonefist: Of course. We can assist with that as well. You seem to be embarking on quite a journey, Mr. Potter.

The conversation between Harry and Stonefist carried a sense of adventure, as Harry delved into a world of possibilities, ready to expand his horizons beyond the confines of his past.

Harry's mind was racing with the possibilities as he learned about the potential value of the basilisk he had slain.

Harry: So, I can sell parts of the basilisk to you?

Stonefist's eyes gleamed with excitement as he replied enthusiastically.

Stonefist: Absolutely, young master. We would be more than willing to purchase various parts of the basilisk. But first, I must ask, can your elf deliver the carcass?

Harry nodded confidently.

Harry: Yes, Dobby can manage it.

Stonefist's curiosity was piqued.

Stonefist: How large is the basilisk, if I may ask?

Harry estimated its length.

Harry: About 65 feet or so, I reckon.

Stonefist's eyes widened considerably.

Stonefist: A basilisk of that size would likely be over a thousand years old. Remarkable.

Harry couldn't help but smile at the magnitude of his feat. He then inquired about the worth of the various parts.

Harry: How much would it be worth, exactly?

Stonefist leaned forward, ready to provide the valuation.

Stonefist: Let's see. If the basilisk weighs approximately three tons, then one kilogram of basilisk meat would be worth 10,000 gallons. As for the venom, every single drop is valued at a staggering 100,000 gallons. Furthermore, one square meter of basilisk hide is worth 50,000 gallons.

Harry's eyes widened in astonishment. The potential wealth that the basilisk could bring was beyond what he had ever imagined.

Harry: Millions, you say?

Stonefist nodded, confirming the massive potential of the basilisk's remains.

Stonefist: Indeed, young master. The value of this ancient creature's parts is immeasurable, especially considering the rarity and unique properties of basilisk components.

Harry: How can I go about repairing the properties that were destroyed?

Stonefist explained the available options to Harry.

Stonefist: You can attempt to restore them yourself with magic, or you could consider hiring contract magical builders or even goblins. We have skilled craftsmen who can reconstruct properties with the utmost precision.

Harry nodded thoughtfully, making a mental note to explore the possibility of engaging skilled magical builders or goblins for the restoration work.

Harry: And what about the situation with the house elves at my French property? What happened to them?

Stonefist informed Harry of the unfortunate event.

Stonefist: The elves were poisoned. It seems the Parkinson family took advantage of the misfortune of the Potter family and established a large wine production on their property.

Harry was troubled by the news and the callous exploitation of his family's misfortune. He mentally registered the information, vowing to address the matter at a later time. With the exchange rate and repair options clarified, Harry felt more in control of his resources and potential courses of action.