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Rockjaw didn't seem surprised when Tony, Harry, and Happy were ushered into his officer and stood to give welcome them.
"Lord Carbonell, Heir Peverell, and Mr. Hogan – how was the Wizengamot session?"
Harry moved forward and bowed, copying Rockjaw. "Mr. Rockjaw, that creepy old man who left me with my mean aunt and uncle took my wand!" Pulling the wand out of his jacket pocket, Harry set it carefully on the goblin's desk.
"Good job, Harry!" Tony had told him never to hand a wand or a weapon to anyone, always put it on the surface in front of them.
Rockjaw stared at the wand the child had put in front of him, recognizing it from the description of the heirlooms from the House of Peverell. "The Death Stick? How would Dumbledore acquire an ancient family heirloom?"
"Death Stick? Are you kidding me?" Tony dragged his fingers through his hair.
"A gift from Dead – hence to name of the Deathly Hollows." Rockjaw snapped his fingers and a black box appeared on his desk. With another snap, the wand levitated into the box and the lid closed with a snick. "I will have this delivered to the Peverell Family vault.
"Thank you, Mr. Rockjaw." Harry smiled brightly and walked back to Tony, who lifted him into his lap.
Tony rolled his eyes. Not only did his son have an incredible memory, but he knew how to endear himself to others, much more than Tony did – although, it probably had to do with his survival skills. His eyes narrowed at his train of thought and Tony pushed it back for the moment.
"Lord Carbonell, the audits have been completed and I have to tell you there are discrepancies in several of them."
Running his hand over Harry's messy hair, Tony nodded at the goblin, but remained quiet. He'd expected this.
"These are confined to young Harry's trust vault, the Potter Family vault, and to a lesser degree over the millennia, Gryffindor and Emrys vaults. There are several heirlooms missing, such as the Sword of Gryffindor, the Peverell or Potter Invisibility cloak, several irreplaceable books, and Merlin's staff. There are also monies missing from the trust vault which were paid to his relatives for his care."
Tony saw red and only Harry patting his cheek halted the magic bursting from him. Taking a deep breath, Tony listened while Rockjaw detailed payments which amounted to almost 200 Galleons a month for the upkeep of a small child and it didn't help the burning in his gut when he knew Harry hadn't benefited from any of the money.
"So, you're telling me those despicable people have received almost $43,000 in forty-four months?" Tony asked and, at Rockjaw's nod, instructed him to add embezzlement charges against the Dursleys.
There were several other questionable disbursements, all of which were on Dumbledore's instructions, including a monthly guardian stipend to himself. Rockjaw assured Tony they had all been stopped and measures were being put in place to recover the funds. The goblins were also using family magics to recall the missing heirlooms.
"Mr. Rockjaw? Could the house-elves help?" Harry asked, looking up from the picture book Happy had pulled out of somewhere. "Taffy was able to go get Taz and Max from Hoggy—"
"Hogwarts," Tony supplied.
"—Hogwarts, without creepy old man knowing?"
Tony glanced at Rockjaw, who tilted his head in thought. "It is possible," the goblin acknowledged.
Tony shrugged, it was worth a try. "Taffy?"
Taffy appeared instantly with a little Ipop/I. "Master Tony?"
"Can you have one of the Potter house-elves still had Hogwarts – one who is loyal to Harry – search Dumbledore's office for anything that rightfully belongs to him or the Houses he is heir to?"
"Oh, yes, Master Tony! We's can do that!"
Tony nodded. "Bring them back here to Rockjaw, please, but be careful and don't get caught."
Taffy popped away.
"All right, I want to set up those regular money transfers into the Carbonell Family vault, Rockjaw, with an eye on investing in new technologies, magic or mundane." He shook his head as he ran his fingers lightly through Harry's soft hair. "Although I haven't seen much in the way of improvements in the Wizarding world, I remember a pair of mirrors James and Sirius invented to communicate with which would be a huge step forward, compared to using the Floo." He looked at Rockjaw. "Mundane electronics are going to be the next large money maker for those willing to invest. Some of the ideas sound ludicrous, but if they take off, we are talking millions on the dollar, er, Galleon for the investors.
Now, I'd like to start out with transfers of $100 million US dollars every three months for the next two years and see what rate of return I get."
Rockjaw was scribbling figures down on a piece of parchment as Tony spoke. "If we use an exchange rate of one pound sterling to one dollar, then each Galleon—"
"One Galleon is worth approximately $6 US dollars, which means if I transferred over $100 million dollars, at the current exchange rate, it would be 16,863,406 Galleons." Tony gave him a hard look. "And I'll pay a 2% fee for handling the transfer."
"5% and $5.75 per Galleon."
It was clear to Tony that goblins relished bartering and continued until they finally agreed on $5.95 per Galleon and 2.5% handling fee. The deal would be very profitable for Gringotts since he would ultimately move around $10 billion dollars into the bank. Should something happen in the mundane world, having half his personal wealth protected by Gringotts was reassuring.
As they left the bank, Happy went ahead of them as Tony reached to take Harry's hand.
"Papa, can I jump down the stairs?" Harry asked brightly, jumping carefully down to the next step.
Tony had to laugh at the pleading look and he reached to ruffle the already messy hair. "Sure, bambino, I'll wait for you down at the bottom. Just be careful, okay?"
"I will, Papa!"
Tony walked halfway down the white marble steps, turning around to watch as Harry jumped from step to step with both feet. It was strange to Tony, never having been around a young child before that Harry could be so smart and seemed to have perfect recall of his memories, yet be delighted by simple things like jumping from step to step. He loved the look of glee on his son's face and moved down toward where Happy was waiting. There were more people in the Alley now and Tony didn't want anyone to recognize Harry, despite his scar now being an almost invisible white line .
Shaking his head, Tony stopped at the bottom of the stairs and slid his sunglasses up to the top of his head, before pulling his phone out of his pocket to check for messages – he hadn't had any signal inside the bank. Upgrading cellphones was one of his priorities and he need to keep his devices cutting edge. His StarkPhone was already third generation, but he'd handmade it, needing to miniaturize the power source and—
"Mum, why is there a Muggle here?"
"I'm not – owww!"
Tony jerked his head up as he heard Harry cry out sharply and saw his son had been pushed to the ground by a tall, red-haired boy about the same age. Taz was already there, magically pushing the child back as Tony pivoted and scooped Harry up and Happy stepped between the child and Harry.
"How dare you use magic on my son!"
The tone and volume of the screech reminded Tony of fingernails on a chalkboard, but he ignored it as Harry buried his face in Tony's neck. "Are you hurt, baby?" He rubbed Harry's back as he sniffled, shaking his head.
Tony set Harry down and knelt in front of him. "Show me your hands, bambino."
Harry brought his hands forward and Tony bit down on the anger welling up as he saw in the scrapped palms. Taking out his wand, Tony gently cleaned the area and then cast a healing spell on the deeper scratches. The woman continued to yell loudly at Happy and Taz while Tony took care of Harry, reholstered his wand, straightened the little suit Harry was so proud of, and picked him back up.
Tony turned back towards the woman and discovered the one boy had been joined by six other redhaired children, ranging from Harry's age to teenager. They had gathered around the plump redhaired female and boy in a semicircle, the older ones looking at Tony curiously and the youngest boy appeared angry.
Tony stepped up beside Happy and put on his public face. "Have we discerned why my son was pushed down?"
"Ronnie didn't push your boy!" The woman denied vehemently.
"Hap?"
"The boy seemed to object to the kid's clothes, boss."
"Taz?"
"Master Happy be correct, Master Tony!" Taz's glare was fierce.
"And no apology?" Tony asked, his tone cold as he stared at the woman.
"Ronnie isn't going to apologize for an accident!"
"Mum," the oldest boy spoke softly. "Ron pushed the little boy down because he didn't answer right away."
"Boys will be boys," the woman took a step back. "No harm done."
"Your name, madam?" Tony asked softly, with an iron tone. "You don't seem to understand, my son was injured."
"Molly Weasley," the woman puffed out her chest. "My husband works for the Ministry."
"Doesn't give me any more confidence in the system of government, especially with examples like you and the Minister!"
"And just who are you?"
"Lord Carbonell," Tony cupped the back of Harry's head. "And as far as I am aware, there is no required dress code to shop in Diagon Alley."
"Perhaps in America—"
Tony snorted and turned to Happy. "We are done here."
They walked away, Taz giving the boy another glower before turning invisible once again.
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