Hey all I have been getting many favorites and follows thank you all who are doing so and a bigger thanks to any who are giving meaningful reviews. Like i said before I work off of attention and caffeine and attention is free. I'm a historian not a law or financial person so please keep that in mind when you get to the end. I rewrote the ending a couple times so please if it seems choppy let me know ill try to fix it as soon as possible.
Harry couldn't help but to laugh as Hermione was sprawled on the couch, like she spent the last couple minutes jumping on it and now laying down. Her hair was now as messy as every despite her mostlikely working on it before and her clothes were now ruffled up.
"There wasn't a couch here last time, and stop laughing at me." She said, also smiling, noticing his change in general attitude. It was like when they were in the tent alone again.
Harry started to mifled his laughter, getting it under control, he gave out a loud sigh as he did and moved around the couch and held out a hand to help her up. "Alright. Now for the hard part. I need you, Hermione. To obliviate my relatives." Harry said, looking her dead in the eyes. All humor and fun gone.
"I was thinking that was what this is about. Since you don't know the spell and never used it. But… That's not all of it is it?" She asked her tone betraying her face as it was filled with worry.
"No it's not, I did something this morning. Death was part of it, but I started it." Harry said to her as he looped his arm around hers and started to guide her past the corner to the dining room.
Hermione gasped as she turned the corner finding Vernon still on the ground blood seeped out from his shirt but he was still breathing. "Harry, you did this?" She exclaimed as she looked over the body.
"Yes." Harry said not turning away as he looked down at the body.
Hermione looked over the body thinking, deciding what to do. What if anything to say? She couldn't be mad at him, she knows what they did to him at least what he was willing to share with her. "They got off easy. We could end them." Hermione muttered not looking away from Vernon.
Harry sighed. "I know, it is tempting, but that would make me just like Voldemort, killing whoever I please. I gave him a bit of what he gave me over the years. But now it's time to erase me."
"Don't let that stop you, as you know, killing doesn't make you a monster, the reasons do." But she pulled out her wand and started to concentrate. She finally casted Obliviate but not knowing how long this took Harry moved away and out of the room.
He moved to the hallway from the front door to the living room. So if anyone else came down he could take care of them.
Luckily he didn't have to wait long, as 10 minutes later Hermione came from the door behind him. "He's done. Who's next?" Hermione asked in a forced calm voice.
"Probably Dudley. As you do that, I'm going to bind Aunt Petunia." Harry said as he moved toward and then up the stairs Hermione moved close behind him.
In about thirty minutes Hermione and Harry were down stairs in silence preparing to leave. Harry stood up straighter, feeling as if a great weight was lifted off of his shoulders. Yet Hermione seemed as if a weight was moved onto her.
Harry looked over to her and smiled lightly. "Thank you for doing this, it means a lot to me that you made sure I never have to come back to this place again." Harry said to Hermione as he looked over to her, extending his arm for her to loop hers around. A funny but comforting gesture. "Prepare yourself for a cannon blast charm." When it seemed the Hermione wouldn't be surprised by it he fired it off followed by side along apparition to the leaky cauldron.
"Why a cannon blast charm, Harry?" Hermione asked as they moved away from the apparition point to the wall in the back which would lead them Diagon alley. The bar itself was almost empty as it was just reading seven o'clock in the morning.
"It should wake up the other two so they could find Vernon down stairs. After that if he dies it's not on me." Harry said to her as the pair stopped in front of the magic archway to the alley. He knew that's not how it works, but it's not like he will be back there, to find out.
"I wouldn't have lost any sleep if he died after all those things he did to you." Hermione said quietly, as Harry took a step forward and tapped at the bricks to make the wall turn into an arch. Though as the wall turned into the archway that awed Harry the first time he saw it, he turned around ignoring the sight. "I didn't tell you too much of that, and it's not like you to guess." He said looking at the girl Infront of him, thinking.
She grabbed him by the arm and started him down the road toward Gringotts.
"Obliviate puts you in their minds doesn't it?" Harry asked, and all she did was nod at the question.
They walked down the Alley, shops opening up and owls flying all above them. Even though it was early both in the day, and not that close to the school year the place was still busy.
"I almost forgot how busy it should be. The war took a lot out of this place." Harry said to Hermione, smiling as he looped his arm around hers again, trying to distract both of them from the realization that Hermione saw everything his relatives did to him.
"The war took a lot out of everything." Hermione said back, as she started to guide Harry straight to the bank. "We need to get to the bank so that we can do something about your wardrobe situation." Hermione said as she eyed Harry out of the corner of her eye. Taking the distraction that he's given.
Harry let out a quiet chuckle. "It would be great to actually walk around the muggle world in things that actually fit me."
"Not to mention to walk around in the Magical world in robes." Hermione said with a small smile finally forming on her face.
"A place to live and call my own would be amazing as well." Harry said with a grin forming on his face. "My own place…" He said again.
Hermione couldn't help but to shake her head at him. "Don't forget to invite me over once and a while. Or you'll get lonely."
Harry nudged her in her side. "Don't worry I'll make sure there is a library in it so you will feel right at home." Harry said happily.
"If there is a room full of books where would I sleep?" Hermione asked a bit teasingly, as he set himself up for it. The distraction and ideas of Hermione in a home with him filled his head completely
Harry checks turned a slight red. "Well… I haven't really thought about it. To be honest I realized it's going to be a bit weird not sleeping under you." Harry said being honest while trying to tease her back.
"You are right. It did feel weird waking up and not having you underneath me. It was a good feeling having someone so close." Hermione shot back, finally grinning at the boy beside her. Not stopping or stepping back from being able to tease him.
"Hey now," Harry exclaimed, failing at thinking of a way to reply to that. In the end he just shut up and tried to control his blush that he was definitely feeling. He did look over, stealing a glance at Hermione to see that she was smiling again and blushing a good amount too. "Let's do this." Harry said as they neared Gringotts, standing tall in its glory.
"Getting you money, house, or someone to sleep with?" Hermione asked poking at his vague wording.
Harry's blush deepened to rival the Weasleys' hair. "You're going to be the death of me." He said as they reached the entrance of the bank. The plaque and guards standing, glinting in the morning rays.
"But in the meantime Harry, we need to find out what the goblins can do and at the very least get you a lot of gold." Hermione said as she started them forward again going to the closest teller which was halfway down the aisle.
As they approached, the goblin eyed them without showing any sign of emotions. "How can Gringotts be of service to you two?" The goblin asked in a grouchy tone of voice, but then Harry remembered it was their only tone of voice.
"Well, to be honest I'm not entirely sure. I was told by… an advisor to come and talk to the bank, I was assuming it was about my vault." Harry said to the Goblin, still unsure of what it is that Death wanted him to find out here.
"Do you have your vault key?" The goblin only asked in return staring down at the two.
Harry could feel Hermione's eyes shift to him as he started to panic a bit on the inside. "Um…" Harry started to pat down his pockets feeling his wand, his cloak of invisibility but the other pockets were completely empty. But then he felt a weight pull down on his neck. When he reached up to feel it it was a leather cord and at the middle of it resting on his chest under his shirt he found a vault key. "Ah, yeah. It's right here." He said as he pulled it off of his head confused until he and Hermione saw Death behind the counter blowing a kiss at the two of them, but then vanished.
As Harry handed the key to the Goblin, Hermione leaned over and whispered into Harry's ear. "At least we know we are doing the right thing."
Harry just shrugged as she stood up straight, which Harry just realized that she was a little bit taller than he was now. Though his concentration on Hermione was broken when the goblin spoke up. "I can tell you how much is in the Heir vault but if you want to be informed more on the other vault it is tied to, you will have to talk to your Family vault manager." The goblin informed the pair.
Harry turned to Hermione with a questioning look who just returned it with a shrug. "And who would that be Sir?" Hermione asked the Goblin.
"Personally I do not know it has been sometime since a Potter has come to inquire about their vault. But I can send a messenger to find out who it is and for them to come talk to you." The goblin responded, which must have been a hidden message to someone behind the counter because soon another goblin hopped up and started to speak in goblin tongue to the teller. Who responded in Goblin tongue.
The second Goblin disappeared going down one of the many doors behind the counter. The first goblin looked at the pair and spoke up. "wait while everything gets arranged." The goblin informed the two.
They both nodded and stepped away, they moved toward a bench that was in the middle of the bank. As they sat down Hermione leaned over to Harry. "Did you know you had other vaults?" She asked quietly and curtly.
"No, But I have a feeling that it's going to be just as big if not bigger than the vault I first went into." Harry said with a small grin to his face. "Screw a loft or whatever we were thinking. If I have a lot more money I might just buy a house instead, then you can have a library and somewhere to sleep." Harry said happily, trying to tease her back from before.
Hermione scoffed at the idea. "Don't go blowing all your money Harry."
"But a place to call my own." Harry said mainly to himself.
"Which you will always have, Harry. Trust me." Hermione put a hand on his arm trying to reassure the young man/boy. And to Hermione's relief he started to smile at her, and leaned against her shoulder, to be closer.
But the moment got interrupted as a goblin approached them. "Lord Potter, this way." Is all it said to the pair. Giving them little time to follow or even ask the question that is on both of their tongues. They both quickly got up and followed the goblin which led them past the counter and through one of the doors. A lot like the pathway that leads downwards toward the vaults below the bank. But after they got into the cobblestone hallway and a few turns it seemed like it was gonna go on forever in Harry's eyes.
But they were soon met with two goblin guards in complete armor set with shields and sword on each arm, following them 5 meters behind them. They didn't dare question it, even if they could as the goblin that they are following is about five meters ahead and paid the pair no attention.
Both Harry and Hermione looked at each other sharing worried looks. But it was Hermione who shrugged, and gave Harry a reassuring nod. And Harry smiled, still worried written all over his face but he still kept walking next to Hermione.
After about 5 or more minutes of walking the goblin finally stopped in front of a red studded door who then knocked on it three times. Paused, and then knocked twice more until a shout came from inside. The goblin then opened the door but did not go in, but waved the pair inside.
The pair did, and they walked into a small office, a goblin seated behind a desk skewed with papers and other documents. Book Shelves lined the walls and what could only be guessed as more documents were stored on them with a bit more neatness. "Lord Potter, I'm sorry but this is going to be a conversation with just you present." The goblin behind the desk said bluntly.
The goblin that led them there disappeared, replaced by the two guards that have taken up a place against the wall opposite of the door that is remaining open.
"Hermione stays or this conversation is done before it starts and I'll get my gold and be gone." Harry said curtly back toward the goblin. Irritated at the goblin for trying to dismiss Hermione.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "We came here for a reason, don't throw it away just because a goblin is being mean." Hermione said pissed off but hiding it from the others.
"Listen to the girl, Lord Potter. We have a lot to discuss." The goblin spoke up.
"I don't care. This will go by a lot smoother and faster if she is in the room beside me."
The goblin sighed, obviously irritated at his new client. "If she becomes your vassal we can move this along and she will be able to sit in but not speak."
"What do you mean Vasal?" Hermione asked, a look on her face made it seem like she was either about to kill the man or correct his ettiquite.
"As in he takes you in under his house protection, this conversation is strictly for the Potter family." The goblin spoke shortly.
Hermione scoffed at that. "You know that the 'Potter family' is almost wiped out and that a madman is trying to." But Hermione stopped as Harry held up his hand in a stopping motion.
Hermione was more or less shocked that he was telling her to hold her tongue. "She is my equal and if you do not start treating her as such. The Potter family will withdraw from the bank and take our business elsewhere. Do you understand me?" By the time Harry realized what he was saying it was too late as the goblin turned pale in front of them.
He motioned toward the guards to halt, which to Harry and Hermione it was the first time they noticed that they were creeping up on the pair with swords drawn. "Th-that will not be necessary Lord Potter, Lady Potter will be able to stay. Myself and the Goblin nation are sorry for any inconveniences and miscommunications there were. Please sit." The goblin said as he motioned for the pair to sit as another chair popped out of nowhere for Hermione to sit.
Hermione smiled slightly but sat down on the chair. Harry didn't look at all pleased but sat down soon after Hermione did. "Now, I'm sorry for forgetting. But I am Sharphook. Charles Potter, your grandfather was the one who appointed me to become the keeper of the Potter vaults and I have done so ever since then even after the war when neither your father nor grandfather was around. And on that note, I have here." Sharphook placed a hand on a leather bound folder about two inches thick. "A list of all the potter holdings, financials, properties, and contracts." Though as he said that he reached into one of his own desk draws and pulled out a paper and started to write on it. "And here is a marriage contract for you two. It's just for the bank. So." He looked toward Hermione. "Lady potter can sit in and be your equal in the bank's eyes."
Harry eyed the paper as Hermione was just as shocked but mainly looking at how thick the folder was, more of a binder. "But before we can go any further, even with this." He tapped the so-called marriage contract. "We first need to confirm who you say you are. Just because you have a key to an allowance vault doesn't mean we will give you free rein of the rest."
At this Harry nodded in response, understanding the need for this. "Luckily for us we have two means of checking. One is from the bank, a simple blood test. You prick a finger with a ritual knife and smear your blood on paper. It will automatically write your name and heal your wound. The other is your family ring. You will need it to get onto any of your properties, though if you are not who you say you are. The ring will cut off your finger." Sharphook informed the two.
Though when Harry heard that he would need to use blood for a ritual he tensed up even though he understood why it was needed. But it was Hermione who spoke up. "Isn't there other ways of doing this? They all seem… Barbaric."
"Most witches and wizards agree with you lady Potter but Goblins have used blood rituals since ancient times. Along with wizards and witches but it was your kind who outlawed them not ours. Goblins have used them to help with natural defects among our own protection. Due to our craftiness, it is how we unlock and lock most of our doors in goblin cities and some warriors put such things on their weapons to make sure that another can never use it." Sharphook explained.
"As long as the paper gets burned and there is no blood remaining. I've had some… experiences with rituals involving blood." Harry said as he looked over to Hermione and placed a hand on her arm trying to show her that it was alright.
Hermione stayed silent even though Harry could tell that she had more to say. "That can be arranged for, Lord Potter." Sharphook said as he scribbled something onto a piece of paper. He then pulled out from his desk a small knife runes carved into the hilt and a piece of parchment. Then he pulled out a box that was about eight inches by five inches, and put that in front of him.
"I'm not going to warn you again Lord Potter but even if one says you are Lord Potter and the other does not. We can't help you. And will proceed likewise." Sharphook informed Harry.
Who in turn grabbed the knife and cut his thumb all the way across getting a nice amount of blood to come out. Hermione flinched at the show. Harry without delay pressed his thumb against the Paper and smeared it to the right side. Immediately the blood started to move on the parchment forming letters in thick lines due to the amount of blood. Harrison James Potter.
"I didn't know your name was Harrison." Hermione said, smiling slightly.
"Neither did I." Harry said to her.
"It has a nice ring to it, Harrison." Hermione said the name to make a point.
"It is a nice name." Sharphook inserted himself into the conversation. "If I remember right it's a namesake for your grandfather's brother who died a warrior's death. Though that is the name the bank has for you to enter the other vaults. But your family is very old and very cautious. If you are not the head of house." He motions to the box. "Things may not react or may even react badly toward you."
"You're saying that things may be cursed?" Hermione asked Sharphook.
"Indeed."
"Sounds like the Potters are more like the Blacks." Hermione said to Harry, smirking.
The goblin moved the black box in front of the two. "If you would like the head of house ring. There are no suitable living members of the Potter Family to take up the Head of house. In the Goblin Nations eyes only you have full right to do so. Though your wizarding kind will still see you as a young boy. And may say otherwise." Sharphook informed Harry as he reached and pulled the box toward him.
Sharphook shut up as he just watched Harry, as it was always a big deal for the Potter family as the new head of house took up the ring.
Harry lifted the lid of the box, Revealing two golden rings. On the right hand side of the box, laying on a red velvet pillow. A thick golden ring topped with a sword of rubies crossing over an engraved shield and on the shield was a Black 'P'. Beside it on the left of the box, resting on an identical red velvet pillow was a smaller golden wedding ring and instead of a diamond it was a big ruby on it. And on the lid was an aging piece of parchment. Harry gingerly took it from the loose bindings.
Dear Lord Potter
As all Potters Before and what we assume to be all Potters after. We have a knack of losing our way. Later to be found. This ring will be the key, Allies will step forward, Enemies will fear you. And the ring beside your's is for your partner, so you will never journey alone.
"It seems that it's not just me, It's my whole family that finds trouble." Harry said to Hermione, smiling as he handed her the note.
She eagerly took it from it wanting to know what it said. She handed it back smiling. "It's romantic and Ironic. I was thinking that you were cursed with how you always got in trouble."
"A good warrior always attracts worthy foes. Lord Potter." Sharphook said smiling without showing his teeth.
Harry picked up the ring on the right hand side and put it on the sword made out of rubies glinted but nothing else happened. Harry then pushed the box over to Hermione. "I believe that whatever magic will protect me, will also help protect you." Harry said, offering up the other ring to her.
Hermione couldn't help but to blush. "I don't know if this is your ignorance again but you know that is a wedding ring?" Hermione asked as she couldn't help but to eye the ring.
Harry had to bite the side of his mouth to help control the sudden blush he felt go to his head. "I, um… No. I didn't. If you don't wan't t-to that's fine." Harry said, stuttering. A lot like Nevielle did when he was younger.
Hermione couldn't help but to roll her eyes at the young boy beside her. "I swear you will never learn. If it's going to help us. I might as well." Hermione said not looking over at Harry for she would have blushed even harder. She reached out and slipped the ring on her ring finger. Not to her surprise though the ruby shined quickly but then fades as well as the ring shrinks down and forms around her small finger.
"Now that you have your rings, you are now technically married in the eyes of the goblin nation and only the Goblin nation. If you wish to make it official in your kinds eye, you'll have to inform your government. But now that you have the rings I am not going to worry that you would die in your vaults never to be seen again. But for paperwork sake please sign this" Sharphook said with a slight smile on his face and pushing the paper to the two kids. Harry just signed it like he could care less what was written on it but Hermione actually read it.
"Can we have the real one now?" Hermione asked looking up at Sharphook.
This time he showed his teeth in his smile. "You should teach your partner here to always read contracts even from people they trust." Sharphook took the paper that Harry signed and burned it to ashes. He then pulled out a premade marriage contact from another drawer. And pushed it toward the pair. Hermione then read that one, eventually signing it.
Harry, not wanting to make the same mistake, read it over as well. Nothing like he thought it would be, but it sounds more like an adoption. Though that is kind of what marriage is. So he signed it. "If I signed the other one, we would have had to pay them ten thousand Galleons to be married and dance in the lobby for an hour." Hermione explained.
"We normally forgive the ten thousand debt and take one hundred. Lessons don't normally stick unless it shall we talk about what you have Lord Potter?" The goblin asked as he looked at them, his hand on the ledger that has been forgotten about till now.
Harry just shrugged his shoulders not really knowing what to say. He was more freaking out in his head that he was married to a point. "Sure I mean it can't be that much can it?" Harry asked, his mind still wandering already forgetting how big the folder was.
"Well, Lord Potter. The long version would probably last us the whole day. But no offence I doubt that you will know what to do with most of the information yet. I suggest that we go over… the cliff notes? As some of your kind like to say. This way we can probably leave with enough time to enjoy the rest of the day or do more work."
"Can we borrow a quill, ink and some parchment to take some of our own notes?" Hermione asks, eager at the knowledge that is about to be presented, not to mention she needed a distraction. Fuck she's married, it only took dying to do it.
With a snap of his fingers all that Hermione asked for was magically moved in front of her, including a copy of the folder that was Infront of him.
"We will start with the properties you now own." The Goblin said as he opened up the ledger and started to leaf to the correct page.
As he was doing this Hermione moved the ink cartridge to the left of the parchment and got poised to start, for when the goblin starts to say something that she wants to remember.
"To start with Potter mansion that is off the coast of southern England, no exact date to when it was created or bought but taxes and other expenses started being recorded at 85 AC. It stayed in the family line, multiple renovations and expansions have been done by the goblin nation 13 times and once through an outside contract." Hermione's quill was already starting to scribble on the page but never asked for the goblin to slow down.
The goblin continued on like this listing multiple properties that the potter family owns. Some were businesses but the residential ones where around the world in both magical and non Magical areas. There were really only three that stood out to Harry. The Potter Mansion off the coast of England. A summer home near Nice, France, and what surprised the pair was that the Potters had a fifty one percent ownership in the daily prophet business and even owning the actual building itself.
In the short little history that the goblin gave them it was one of his very great uncle's wives that wanted to help start the business to keep magical Britain connected. After an hour of going over all of the properties the Goblin finally stopped talking just to take a long drink from an unmarked bottle that was already one fourth empty.
Next the goblin was going over many companies that the Potters had stocks and or shares in. Most of them Harry haven't even heard of before, and a few of them surprised Harry as they were muggle companies. But after the goblin went through all the major companies, he started to list off the companies that the Potters started and still owned. A Repeat came up as the Daily Prophet. After that a pattern came up that Harry noticed and just couldn't keep back any more questions.
"Er… I'm sorry." Harry interrupted the goblin who looked annoyed. "Do you happen to know why my family has so many… stakes in companies not to mention owning so many all around the world?" Harry asked.
The Goblin was quick to answer. "That's because it wasn't really just your family. It's to do with the fact that you have so many relatives around the world. I believe the last time Gringotts checked the Potters were the second largest wizard family in the world. Having their blood and name in so many other countries."
"Who was the first family?" Hermione was quicker to ask as she is in the right mind set.
"That would be the Blacks. Like the Potters the head family is in England, but the Blacks are big in France but are called the Noirs, and as well in America. Whereas your family had moved more toward Africa, Australia and the Middle east. Most of your profits from just businesses are businesses that deal in mining minerals or trade and exports." The goblin said in a matter of fact voice but had a glint of pride in his eyes.
Which surprised Harry as that was the first time the goblin showed emotions. But what caught Harry even more off guard so much he was almost speechless. He tried to open his mouth to speak but Hermione was able to ask for him.
"You mean Harry has Magical relatives?" Hermione asked who sounded almost as shocked as he was. He felt her hand grab for his, and he grabbed her hand for comfort. Why didn't his family come then, during the last war hell when Harry was left at the Dursleys. He could have been with his own people.
Though he was slower to respond, the goblin responded confidently. "Sort of, he has muggle relatives? No, your kind calls them squibs. I have very little knowledge of how your family works, Lord Potter. But I believe your family only cares if they are an ally, have Potter blood or are married to a Potter. Being magical never really mattered to Potters, it was just a tool for them to expand and be strong." The goblin said to the pair.
Though Harry felt pained. He was just teased about a possible family. Only for those to be non magical people. People that probably had no idea about him or this war.
"I must say it has been very fun to go into the muggle's line of business for your family, a lot more ruthless and unforgiving." The Goblin added in with a light tone.
"Wait, so you have practically been running Harry's vaults and finances? Do you have the power to do that?" Hermione asked Noticing that the Goblin was taking a lot of credit.
"I understand your concerns but not normally no. In a normal situation I would only be able to take the money that you owe the bank and other fees due. But ever since Lord Potter's Grandfather Lord Charlus Potter, I was given more access as your kind was in the middle of the war. But he didn't trust us fully so I only had twenty five percent of the Potter money under my control. Over five years I was able to double the money, and expand a few of the businesses. When Lordship passed over to James, your father. He let me control sixty percent of everything as he didn't have the knack for it. The rest was in your grandfather's hands. Though because of the first war the funds had dwindled, then surged, then dwindled again in the most recent war. But the investments I made made sure that even though the savings were gone the income was always present. Anyway if you don't have any more questions I'd like to continue."
Both Hermione and Harry decided not to ask anymore questions. Letting the Goblin continue to talk. After a while Sharpclaw was starting to wrap up the conversation seeing how Harry had no idea what was being said, and Hermione practically writing everything down. "Now I don't know how much you have been trained in the art of business, but I have been working on this since I started with your grandfather forty three years ago. It's a ledger." He said handing it over to Harry. "It shows all transactions, current money, and income." The goblin said switching pages as he pointed at a few numbers.
Harry noticed Hermione slack jaw first, worried he was about to ask her a question. When she spoke for him. "You… You're a billionaire?" She asked in a quiet tone of voice.
The goblin grinned, showing the pair his pointed teeth, when Harry started to pale as well. "I've been efficient to say the least. Since I get fifteen percent of what I make Lord Potter here, it pushes me well to work hard. With the defeat of the dark lord, magical Britain was in a very productive and money spending phase that I took advantage of. And the muggle businesses have been exploding with new ideas and profit."
"So… what does that make me?." Harry asked paling, he flipped to the appropriate page. "Three hundred thousand a year? That's thirty thousand for you?" The goblin couldn't help but to laugh.
Making the pair shake out of shock as it was an unsettling laugh. "That's monthly Lord Potter. And close, but not exactly."
With this new information they both paled looking at each other. "I knew you were rich but not that bloody fucking rich." Hermione exclaimed quietly.
"Language Hermione." Harry couldn't resist saying even in his shocked state of being. "But I didn't even know. I thought I only had my inheritance vault."
After a long bout of silence, the goblin letting the pair get out of their shock coughed into his hand. "Now to conclude this meeting. You Lord potter have complete control of your vaults," He said, handing him three keys looped together by a leather cord. "And finally as of your parents will a port key was made to the Potter manor. The instructions to follow it are listed in this sealed letter."
"My parents left a will?" Harry exclaimed this time more loudly.
The goblin sighed out loudly. "I need to stop being surprised by what you don't know about your own family, Lord Potter." The goblin pulled out a document from one of the draws in his desk. "Yes, the witness of your parents will was Albus Dumbledore. He is also your Magical Guardian. He was the one that was supposed to tell you and inform you about the will. We can set up an appointment for you to read the will."
"That old goat, really was using you in every way possible Harry." Hermione said beside the young wizard as she moved to stand up shaking off her writing hand. A solid two feet of parchment was filled out on the desk in front of the two.
Harry sighed, and stood up following Hermione's lead. "Yeah he has." Harry turned to look at the goblin who was still sitting behind his desk. "I will be sending an owl to you, to make that appointment. Thank you for your hard work." Harry said to the goblin, he was about to turn to leave but then an idea popped into his head and he stopped in his tracks.
"Sharphook? Would it be possible to buy a book on how to speak goblin? And a book to learn about your culture?" Harry asked with confidence. This even surprised Hermione who is the one to think about these things first.
The goblin who was sitting across from them started to smile showing his teeth to the pair which was unnerving to Hermione. As they were many more than a human and all of them are small and sharp. Though Harry didn't show any response to the showing of the goblins teeth.
"That will be quite a bit of galleons Lord Potter. We tend to keep Goblin knowledge limited."
"That is quite fine. I have it on good authority that I can recover the funds quickly." Harry said, smirking slightly.
"Fair enough. The books will be delivered by owl. I'll have it taken out of your vault directly, Lord Potter." Sharphook said liking the young lord more and more now. "Will there be anything more Lord Potter?" Sharphook asked more out of formality not expecting him to ask for anything else.
"Actually yes. Is there somehow to take money out of my vault without actually taking it out. To make shopping easier. And I'd like a magical copy of the ledger, so when I learn some things about finances I can see if I can apply it." Harry said Happily.
Sharphook opened up a lower draw on his desk pulling out a medium sized leather pouch. "This is directly connected to your main vault and will only respond to a Potter ring. Think of How much money you want or need and the pouch will fill up with that much coins." He tossed the pouch to Harry, who caught it effortlessly. As for the other, I will get it done and send it to you with the other books."
"Thank you for your hard work Sharphook." Harry said before he motioned for Hermione to start heading out.
The pair headed out in silence following the two guards who were now Infront instead of behind like the first time. Hermione could tell that Harry was brooding and or thinking. But there was just so much new information to just pick one topic he would brood over.
Hermione jabbed her elbow straight into his side, not trying to hold back. Harry was quick to come out of his little bubble a hand on the spot where Hermione jabbed him and was about to say something, but then stopped when he looked up at her worried expression, and her hand that was reaching for him to hold.
"Cheer up Harrison." She said, smirking. "We're going shopping, besides a rich person shouldn't be brooding." Hermione said smiling.
Harry looked at her still rubbing at where she jabbed him. But couldn't say no, so he grabbed her hand. "Lets." Harry says as the young pair walks through the tunnels hand and hand. Their path forward seems to be a whole lot easier now. Problems can be solved with money, and they have lots of both.