Chapter 4

The following document outlines the various inheritances, providing a comprehensive overview of the associated monetary values linked to different financial accounts:

1. *Slytherin Account* 350 billion Galleons, 200 million Sickles, and 200000 Knuts.

2. *Le Fay Vault* 850 billion Galleons, 450 million Sickles, and 123000 Knuts.

3. *Potter Account* 123 billion Galleons, 80 million Sickles, and 900000 Knuts.

4. *Gryffindor Account* 350 billion Galleons, 200 million Sickles, and 123000 Knuts.

5. *Peverell Account* 425 billion Galleons and 295 million Sickles, accompanied by 80000 Knuts.

6. *Mikaelson Account* The Potter account currently contains 159 billion Galleons, 200 million Sickles, and 40000 Knuts.

It is noteworthy that the Emrys and Pendragon accounts exhibit a deficiency in financial resources. However, successors will inherit valuable books and artifacts from these familial lines. The majority of inheritances do not include property holdings. Nonetheless, the following assets will be received:

- *Potter Manor* and *Godric's Hollow* from the Potter account.

- *25% of Hogwarts* from both the Gryffindor and Slytherin accounts.

- *Azkaban Prison and Castle* from the Azkaban account.

Additionally, the liquidation of properties associated with other inheritances, not including those explicitly listed as yours, has resulted in financial compensation from the Azkaban account. This compensation is quantified as 235 billion Galleons, 400 billion Sickles, and 500 million Knuts. Harry sat in stunned silence, his thoughts racing. The news that he was now the richest person in the world swept over him like a tidal wave, leaving him both exhilarated and bewildered. Memories of his parents' final words filled him with warmth, reminding him that James, despite not being his biological father, had always loved him deeply.

Ragnok, the goblin banker with a stern but fair demeanor, looked at Harry and said, "Well, Harry, this concludes our meeting unless you have any questions for me."

Harry, still reeling from the revelation, gathered his thoughts and asked, "I do have a question. I find the conversion rates of galleons to British pounds and USD quite confusing. Is there a way I can access my accounts without needing to calculate the conversion every time?"

Ragnok nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, we offer a special Gringotts bank card designed for our most prestigious clients. This card enables you to withdraw the correct amount regardless of whether you're in the magical or Muggle world," he explained. His voice was smooth, and the glimmer of the card seemed to shine in his hand as he spoke. "It resembles the exclusive black cards that wealthy Muggles use. However, I must inform you that it will cost you 400 galleons, but it does offer an unlimited spending limit."

As Ragnok spoke, Harry imagined the convenience of such a card, feeling a sense of relief at the thought of simplifying his finances in both worlds. Harry inquired about the exchange rates between wizarding currency and both British pounds and U.S. dollars. Ragnok provided the following information: one galleon is equivalent to 25 British pounds or 80 U.S. dollars; one sickle has a value of 10 British pounds or 35 U.S. dollars; and one knut converts to 9 British pounds or 12 U.S. dollars. This information is essential for understanding the financial landscape within the wizarding economy. "Ragnok, if I wanted to book a flight to America, how would I go about it?" Harry inquired, his brow slightly furrowed with curiosity.

With a measured tone, Ragnok replied, "We can arrange a private jet for your travels, but I must warn you, it's an exceptionally exclusive service we offer at Gringotts. The fee for this luxury is a substantial total of 250,000 Galleons."

Harry considered this for a moment before responding decisively, "Please charge it to the Potter account."

"Very well," Ragnok acknowledged, nodding solemnly. "I'll notify you once the flight details are finalized. Feel free to invite anyone you wish to accompany you."

As their conversation drew to a close, Ragnok added with a flourish, "Goodbye, Harry and company. May your gold overflow your vault Ragnarok said and may your enemies' guts spill upon your sword." Harry said

Harry felt a swell of gratitude as he nodded, appreciating both the service and Ragnok's parting words."Ragnok, if I wanted to book a flight to America, what steps would I need to take?" Harry asked, his brow slightly furrowing as he leaned forward, the flickering candlelight casting a warm glow on his curious expression.

Ragnok, the goblin with sharp features and an air of authority, regarded Harry with a measured intensity. "We can certainly arrange a private jet for your travels," he replied, his voice steady and composed. "However, I must caution you that this is an exceptionally exclusive service that we provide at Gringotts. The fee for this luxury is a significant total of 250,000 Galleons, a sum not to be taken lightly."

Harry let the number sink in for a moment, his mind racing through the possibilities that awaited him across the Atlantic. He was no stranger to the value of his wealth, but even so, the substantial amount prompted a brief pause. After a moment of deep contemplation, during which he could almost envision the adventure ahead, he straightened his posture and declared, "Please charge it to the Potter account."

"Very well," Ragnok acknowledged, nodding with a solemn respect that conveyed the gravity of their agreement. He reached for a quill, its tip sharp and glinting in the light, and began to jot down the necessary arrangements. "I will ensure that you are notified once the flight details are finalized. Additionally, feel free to extend an invitation to anyone you wish to accompany you on this journey; travel is always more enjoyable with company."

As their exchange moved towards a conclusion, Ragnok leaned slightly closer, an enigmatic smile playing across his lips as he added with a flourish, "Goodbye, Harry and company. May your gold overflow your vault, and may your enemies' guts spill upon your sword," his words weaving a tapestry of ancient lineage and fierce honor that hung in the air between them.

A wave of gratitude washed over Harry as he nodded thoughtfully, appreciating not only the exceptional service Ragnok provided but also the goblin's parting sentiments, which seemed to encapsulate both hope and the weight of responsibility he carried as a wizard. The air felt charged with anticipation as he thought of the journey ahead, feeling a renewed sense of adventure stirring within him.

Timeskip to departure for America

Harry, Ron, Neville, Ginny, Fred, George, and Luna were gathered at Gringotts, bubbling with excitement as they awaited their flight. The air was filled with chatter as they discussed their upcoming adventure. Having never traveled outside of the UK before, the prospect of exploring a new place thrilled them all.

"Where should we go first?" they asked Harry, their eyes sparkling with anticipation.

With a grin, Harry suggested, "Why not California? Los Angeles, to be specific."

"California? What's so special about that?" Ron inquired, curious about Harry's choice.

Harry's expression brightened as he explained, "My Uncle Brian lives there, and my Aunt Melissa and Cousin Scott are in Beacon Hills, which isn't too far away. We could start our adventure in California and gradually make our way over to visit the rest of my family."

The group nodded in agreement, imagining the sun-soaked beaches, thrilling theme parks, and vibrant culture of Los Angeles. The journey ahead seemed full of promise, and together, they felt ready to embark on a new chapter filled with unforgettable experiences.

After what felt like a long wait, the jet was finally ready for its adventure. Eight hours and five minutes later, it landed in sunny California at Los Angeles International Airport. As everyone stepped off the plane, there was an electrifying mix of excitement and curiosity in the air, setting the stage for what was to come.

A cheerful airport staff member approached them with a bright smile. "Hey there! Who are you looking for?" she asked, her upbeat demeanor instantly putting them at ease.

"Hi! I'm Harry Henrik Mikaelson Potter," he said, beaming with enthusiasm. "My friends and I are here because my mom mentioned in her will that I could find my uncle, Brian Evans O'Connor, at this address." He handed her a neatly folded note, feeling a rush of hope.

With directions in hand, Harry led his friends to the bustling food court, where the delicious smells of different cuisines filled the air. They found a cozy spot to gather and, with a friendly gesture, Harry treated everyone to a meal and drinks, eager to share some good vibes and laughter after their long trip.

Once their bellies were full and conversations flowed freely, they hopped into a taxi, bubbling with excitement about what lay ahead. As they drove through the lively streets of Los Angeles, they shared stories and laughter, each moment drawing them closer as they anticipated Harry's upcoming reunion.

Arriving at 1327 California Street, they felt a mix of nerves and excitement. They stepped out of the cab, glancing at one another with wide smiles, and walked up to the welcoming door. Harry knocked lightly, and after a brief moment, they heard footsteps approaching. The door creaked open, revealing Mia Toretto, who stood just inside, framed by the warm glow of the interior lights. Her expressive brown eyes widened in surprise as she caught sight of the two visitors, a friendly smile breaking across her face. "Who are you looking for?" she asked her tone a blend of curiosity and warmth.

Harry took a moment to gather his thoughts, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination as he stepped forward. "I'm looking for my uncle, Brian Evans O'Connor," he said, his voice steady despite the fluttering in his stomach. He clutched the worn journal tightly in his hands, its pages filled with his mother's careful script, a map of his past that he had only recently discovered. "My mom left me these addresses, and I had someone check to see if my family still lived at those places."

Though he had never lived with his mother, Lily Evans Potter, her presence had always loomed large in his life. He had pieced together fragments of her story through family whispers and fleeting memories, but he had never known her directly. The desire to learn more about her roots and connect with the family he had never met fueled his quest. As he stood there, he felt an intense longing to uncover the chapters of his life that remained unexplored, the ones tied to a woman whose legacy haunted him with both mystery and a sense of belonging. The threshold of the door felt simultaneously like a barrier and a bridge to his family's past. As Harry and his friends stood outside, trying to make sense of their new surroundings, a thunderous roar of engines pierced the air, grabbing their attention. They turned to see an impressive array of cars pulling up: a sleek black Dodge Challenger, a gleaming silver Nissan Skyline, a spotless white Volkswagen Jetta, a vibrant blue Nissan Maxima, and a sporty pink 240SX. The vehicles exuded power and style, and Harry couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension.

As the doors swung open, a group of familiar faces stepped out, confidently striding toward the house. Among them were Dominic Toretto, Letty Ortiz, Vince, Leon, Jesse, and Brian. Harry and his friends exchanged nervous glances; they had only just arrived and were still trying to locate Brian, having heard so much about him from Mia.

They leaned in closer, catching snippets of conversation. Mia, noticing their confusion, introduced Harry. "The blonde with blue eyes is Brian," she calmly stated, hoping to ease the tension.

Dominic, picking up on the newcomers' uncertainty, shot them a wary look. "So, what's going on here, Mia?" he inquired, his protective instincts kicking in.

Vince, with his typical brashness, added, "Yeah, who are these British punks?"

Trying to lighten the mood, Jesse interjected, "Don't mind him. He always acts tough around unfamiliar faces."

Leon nodded in agreement, offering a friendly smile to Harry and his friends. "They're just a bit curious. This is Harry Henrik Mikaelson Potter. He said his mom left our address in a journal he found after reading his parents' will, and Brian here is his uncle," Mia explained, hoping to bridge the gap between the two groups.

As the tension began to dissipate, Harry and his friends took a step closer, eager to learn more about their surroundings and the intriguing crew in front of them. Sorry about your parents the Toretto crew said do any of y'all know anything about cars know but we're willing to learn everything you can teach us starting with how to drive would you mind taking us to the car dealership so we can buy some rides Harry said and no none of y'all can refuse I got money so I'm buying all my friends that came with me a ride so we can get around easily harry said while the Torretto crew laughed in the background we'll have to do that tomorrow its sunday and you just so happened to make just in time for our sunday bar b que Dom said and sure well teach yall after helping set up the bar b q and getting to know each other everyone was laughing and enjoying spending time together as it was getting late harry and his friends were getting ready to leave when Dominic invited them to stay saying I'm sorry if some of yall have to sleep on the floor but we dont turn our backs on family so if you want you can sleep here until you get a place to stay and well bring you to the best place to buy cars in the morning Dom said.