Harry listened as the Goblins rambled on.
He was more interested in getting the rings, confirming the contracts, and meeting with the Weasley twins.
"...now my Heir is, of course, my Godson, Harry Potter." The well dressed escaped wizard was talking. "I am reclaiming Andromeda Tonks nee Black into House Black. By doing so… Nymphdora Tonks is named Scion of Black. Does Heir Black have any suggestions at this time?"
Harry inhaled and sighed. "Well… Bellatrix is a foul bitch. As the Potter, I am bound to my Brother of Arms, Neville Longbottom. As the Heir Black I have responsibilities to A former Daughter of the House. I can't just kill her or hand her over. But what she did to my God-Brothers parents is worse than murder or even rape. The House of Lestrange must be punished." Harry licked his lips. "As Heir, I advise my Lord to publicly rebuke the House of Lestrange and reclaim any House Black Artifacts. I would also advise my Lord to have the Goblins handle the retrieval." Looking Ashraq in the eye and sneering, "I would like to let slip in the presence of the House Account Manager that Trixi is holding an item that… has been befouled. I can clean it and will trade the spell for cleaning the relic for the relic to be included in the items being reclaimed. If the Nation Deems that House Lestrange has violated the Terms of the Vault Contract… they are justified in calming the gold and coin. House Black requests all Relics and Property not contained in the Vault as compensation."
"You Request?" Ashraq sneered back.
"I don't know the proper terms, and manners can ease the flow of gold." Harry smiled, being sure to show his teeth. "And the gold must flow."
"The Gold must flow." The Goblins chorused.
Sirius snickered.
"I will pass your request to the Nation." Ashraq scratched more notes in his book.
"House Malfoy has been under the impression that Young Draco is the Heir to Black." Harry leaned back in the chair. "They have been using one of the House Accounts to write loans and have been soft on the collection of the Payments. Issue a notice that all debts need to be brought current by the First of September or House Black will reap what has been sown. Lord Black will see the debtors on the First of August to hear pleas of appeasement."
"Do you know what havoc that will cause?" Ashraq hissed.
"Not exactly." Harry smiled. "It will be first come, first heard. Of course, for a bribe… half going to the bank, Twenty slots will be available to jump to the head of the line." Harry's grin caused the Goblins to shiver. "First we bleed their money bags, then their Vaults, before we go for the throat."
"Damn!" Sirius pulled away from the Lad. "And I thought Bella was bloodthirsty."
"I am a Potter Black after all. Throw in Evens and you remember her temper."
"I just am thankful that you are male. That time of the month and you would skin Draco alive." He inched the chair further away. "Slowly."
"Evens… that was the Bloody Angel of Grace, correct?" Barchoke spoke up, paling. "They disappeared three months before the dark lord."
"Grace, Order, and Law." Sirius shivered. "They were to the Death Eaters as the Death Eaters were to everyone else. They signed their work in the blood of their victims, listing their crimes and quoted scripture."
"Will need to look them up." Harry sneered.
"And what if they can't or won't pay?" Ashraq asked.
"We crash their wards, strip the buildings, and re-ward so only the Black Ringed can enter."
"Okay…" Sirius relaxed. "That can be bloody."
"Of course, I am willing to award one goblin crafted relic from the raided property for each fallen warrior that goes in. And the one with the highest kill count."
"Yeap." Sirius shook his head. "Bloody."
"House Black is a dark house, it's time we had our own Dark Lord." Harry sneered. "Besides, what is the greatest insult to Albus Dumbledore then for his Shining Example of a Champion of the People and Light to go Dark and Blame him for it all.?"
Sirius barked a laugh at that.
The Goblins nodded.
"Anything else for Black?" Ashraq inquired.
"Just ban Malfoy from inheriting unless he Publicly swears on his Magic to never knowingly or willingly obey any Dark Lord not of Black lineage of more than three generations."
"That works." Sirius nodded.
"Okay. Anything else will be handled on the thirty first of July." Ashraq nodded. "That just leaves the Greengrass Contract and the Parkinson Contract."
"I know of the Greengrass Contract." Harry smiled. "The Parkinson Contract is new to me. I have Three Witches with House Potter… and then there is Hermione."
"Yes." Barchoke spoke up. "Master Patil has been in, and has filled out a contract for his twin daughters. He is demanding thirty thousand Galleons each, or seventy five thousand for both."
"If I get both…" Harry frowned.
"As they are twins, and bought as one… they are considered one wife… by Indian Magical Law. He is even offering them as one under a consort continuation contract."
"Does House Potter have that kind of money?"
"It would be most of your yearly profit…" Barchoke double checked his notes.
"Set it up." Harry turned to the Animagus, "looks like I am going to need a bigger bed next summer." Turning back to the Goblins. "Anything else you need is for?"
"A contract between Albus Dumbledore and Molly Prewette for Ginevra Weasley to become Lady Potter."
"Denied." Harry snorted. "She is my little sister. I might come from Ancient Houses, but I am not that pureblooded."
Sirius snorted.
"And how far apart were your parents?" Harry asked him.
That shut him up.
"Now to new business." Barchoke spoke. "The Weasley Twins have sent me an interesting letter."
"Oh, good." Harry sat up with a smile. "I am going to be their financial backer in their new venture. I agreed to buy thirty percent of their endeavor for a thousand Galleons. I was going to advise Padfoot to buy ten to twenty percent as well. I would advise on ten to fifteen personally because he will be joining their R and D department."
Sirius was picking at his nails until he heard his alternate name. "Yes! I will buy fifteen percent and the rights to engage with the R and D at my pleasure." He turned to Ashraq, "I am buying such for the same thousand Galleons."
"So…" Barchoke grinned, "I have two thousand Galleons. What are we doing with it!"
"Open an Account under the Potter umbrella. It is under the Name of Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes. I am just the backer, but I give the illusion that the company is mine so their Mother can't touch the business. I am needing three keys made, but it takes two to touch the account."
"You don't trust them?"
"Only my Witches are trusted above them, and that includes him." Harry jerked his thumb at his Dog-father.
"I'm hurt!" The man-child pouted.
"They won't prank me just for fun, at the drop of a hat." Harry glared at his Godfather. "Any hat."
POMP
Harry stood in front of the Bank with his Lord Potter Ring and the Heir Black Ring on his right hand.
On his thumb the Lord Slytherin Ring, a snake coiling about the digit, to bite an emerald the size of his thumbnail, a faceted sphere emerald.
On his left thumb, a lion head chewed on a ruby of the same size.
Sirius, under the Cloak, patted his shoulder and stepped into the void.
Harry, left alone on the steps of the bank, smirked and strolled into the ambling crowd. A few minutes later, he was fucking into Knockturn Alley.
After working his way through the dark streets, he found himself outside of Burke's Shop. He entered.
There stood the escape cabinet.
"Can I help you?" The ghoulish man appeared over his shoulder.
Harry Potter turned to look him in the eye "Hi. Heir Black. My Lord has found an interest in rare and unusual items." He ran his hand through his hair flashing his scar, before tucking his thumb into his belt just behind the hilt of the Yew wand.
Burke's eyes widened as he recognized both.
"Milord."
"Yes… this cabinet." He knocked on the dark wood. "We are wanting it. Name your price…,"
"Are you…"
"Lord Vee?" Harry grinned. "No. House Black has decided that it is time for us to have our own Dark Lord. First we have to remove any other contenders for the title." Harry shifted his weight, his hands sliding closer to his wands. "Riddle will burn as will those who are marked and loyal. If just loyal… death will be a mercy. Just marked… they must declare that the Half-blood Bastard died in Eighty One and any who say otherwise are either an abomination or a liar."
Burke looked at the lad. "Lucius Malfoy has been leaning on a few of us honest Shopkeepers.
Harry snorted, before thinking about it. "You deal in the shadow of the Law. Not saying you out right steal and chest… but you do favor the darker aspects of commerce." He shifted back. "You bought a certain Locket from a squib and you shorted her. Then when you sold it to Hepzibah Smith… who was murdered by your apprentice, Tom Riddle. Five years Later, Riddle returns and builds up his cult of pureblooded idiots who follow his half- blood ass, little more than puppies dancing for table scraps and thinking themselves blessed until he kills them for failure."
The gaunt man blinked twice. "Okay, I was just going to ask that you put him in his place."
"You no doubt know about the Loans that Lucius Malfoy has been spreading among his friends. Lord Black is going to call them due the day we return to school. The month before he is talking to certain people who want to arrange other options. I am betting that by the end of the year, Luci is going to be begging on the street corner." He smiled at the shopkeeper, "Now, while you laugh at the misfortune of those who borrowed from Black via Malfoy and what will happen when everyone turns on Malfoy for his mistakes, how much for the cabinet?"
"Take it. I can't use it as you need two and no one knows where the other half is. But you remember that I have done you a favour and I will need to ask one later."
"Up to five hundred Galleons, in monetary value. And no killing. If a Death happens… shame on you."
The man shook his hand.
"Dobby." Harry called out and the Elf popped in at his knee. "Take this to Reggie's Room. Warn the Elves to avoid it." The Elf and cabinet vanished.
"That was Luci's Elf."
"Yes. I have his Elf. I have the Black Heirship, and by the end of the year, I will have his house and Wife." Harry smiled evilly. "And I know where the twin cabinet is." It was then that he saw something that made his blood run cold. "That cursed necklace…"
"Goblin Craft. Tainted something Fierce. Every curse breaker I could afford could not break it." Burke sneered.
"May I advise you to go to the bank. It will cost you the item, but it might earn you some favour with them. Otherwise you are going to be selling an item that could kill, and if it endangers one of mine…" Harry left the threat hanging as he exited the shop.
A few streets later he found Benkin's Bedknobs, Batons, and Broomsticks. He pushed in through saloon style doors. Inside was a store that … was not for children.
Or most adults.
"Damn! Mother, what were you shopping for here?" Harry breathed aloud.
"And where is dear old mommy?" A voice asked from behind him.
"Depends on how you view Death." Harry turned slowly to face the banty, but wirely muscled man.
The man looked him over. "Mister…?"
Harry smiled at the man. "Call Me Charon." He offered his hand. "I deliver the departed to the other side."
"And how can I help you, Sir?"
"Judging by the wares, I can guess as to the bedknobs… and as I was sent to buy a bespoke wand I can guess what you call batons… but broomsticks?"
"The standard flight style has one laying forward Into the wind." The man led the way to a rack of brooms. "Now I can't match professional brooms, but I can get you a bespoke broom. One of my best went to Auror Moody. It was more stable, allowing him to recline and support his leg. I also enchanted it with disillusionment charms and shield spells."
"I am surprised he didn't cast the Fidelius Charm on it." Harry grinned.
"We tried." Benkin smiled ruefully. "It shorted out the Runic Matrix. Including the flight charms." He scratched his eyebrow "Explosively."
"Sounds like a great show. Got a friend who loves making things go Boom." Harry frowned. "I recently had a ride in the sidecar of a Muggle motorcycle. I have a friend who doesn't like flying on her own. I was thinking if on one of your recliner models, if I could get a sidecar… or two?"
"Sidecar?"
"Like a basettnet sized for an adult." Harry grinned. "Of course they will need to be balanced and retractable. About half the speed of the nimbus 2000… " Harry trailed off as the craft master had pulled a scrap of parchment and was making a sketch. He peered over the man's shoulder. "Like that… and behind my seat, a trunk… a muggle safe trunk… so it can retract the brooms…"
"Tricky. That means time and money."
"I will be able to cover it and you have until Christmas. What I need today is a bespoke wand, two wand cuffs of Hit Wizard quality." Something caught his eye. "And a three inch bedknob with the Black House crest carved in the base and finished in a pepper oil."
"A friend? Or for personal use?"
"Rival Cousin." Harry smiled at the Wizard. "He thinks he is the Heir to Black. I want to give him the ultimate 'bugger off'. Next year I plan to increase the size."
Benkin smirked. "What type of wood?"
"Hawthorn."
"Shall I include the vibration charm?"
Harry snickered. "Send it to Draco Malfoy." He was following the guy to the counter when he saw another item. "I have another item, under special orders." He picked up a wooden right hand fist. "This in ebony with a pearl inlay of the Black House crest carved on a ring. It needs to arrive by the flashiest means possible during breakfast, the morning of September second."
"Flashiest?" the burned eyebrows rose. "Vibration charm?"
"Include the phrase 'Who is Black's Bitch?"
"You really don't like him." He was scratching out the order form. "Pepper oil again?"
"No… peppermint. And make it strong." Harry grinned. "I want to smell it from across the Great Hall."
Harry signed the bill for the bedknobs and broomstick. The Goblins would read the bill and laugh at Draco Malfoy's misfortune.
He then followed the man to the back room…
POMP
He adjusted his robe cuffs over his new wand cuffs as he exited the shop. He stepped into the void to arrive at Hogsmeade.
He stopped first at Dogweed's and ordered an African Strangler plant. He arranged for it to be delivered to Longbottom Hall on the Thirtieth of July. The card read, 'Neville, I heard that this is one of the few plants you don't have. Harry. PS: it bites.'
Next he stepped into Gladrags to find a girly trinket for Ginny's birthday. Or at least a Molly approved gift. He settled on a set of silver 1combs that had a ruby quaffle on the end of a bronze broom with a golden snitch imposed on the bristles.
A stop at Slintwitche's for a used Starsweeper mark XII. It was a good challenge for the nimbus 2000, but as an American broom, it was ignored by most English flyers as American Rubbish.
He stopped at Honeyduke's for a selection of everyone's favourites. Ron got four chocolate frogs. He also ordered a pound of anise arachnids. Small animated licorice spiders. He had the shopwitch wrap two frogs on one end of a 'tube' and fill said 'tube' with the spiders and then fit the last two frogs into place. He then asked her to make it so the only way to open the tube was the ends.
"Not funny." She frowned at him.
"He turned from me when I was accused of cheating to be chosen for the Tournament and then when I won the first task, he pretended that it never happened." Harry looked her in the eye. "His brother was one of the Dragon Handlers who wrote that they were coming to England and decided I didn't need to know the details. He actively withheld the truth."
"Being a Hufflepuff, that sours my stomach." The witch drew her wand and charmed the package. "Won a sweet sickle on you, Luv."
"I will need two one pound parcels of Pepper imps, three boxes of Every Flavour Beans. Half pound of peanut butter fudge, another of mint, one pound of Caramels. Also need a half pound of firewhiskey bonbons."
"Firewhiskey?" She frowned at him.
"The Father is a good bloke and needs a preverbal pat on the back. After all, he got me a ticket to the last World Cup." Harry grinned.
"Oh…okay."
Harry paid out of his pocket change.
With his perches tucked away, he headed for the last shop on his list.
'Pets and Familiars'.
He rooted around through the selection of dog items before taking the few items found to the counter. After talking with the sales Wizard, he arranged for a selection of a few more items to be delivered by the end of June.
From there he twisted into the void…
POMP
… Only to step onto the gravel roadway leading to the Burrow. He passed through the gate to the waist high fence and knocked on the door.
Molly opened the door as she finished drying her hands on her apron.
TBC