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Molly:

First time she knew something was off, a fire started in her secret drawer in the kitchen.

The second time she tried to get a few gold for Weasley Home expenses. The Goblin teller laughed in her face and snapped the key, dropping the ends in the rubbish bin under his desk.

The Third … the wards around the Burrow would not allow her entry. Floo would not ignite, the dome of energy was like stone, and nothing she could do would allow her entry.

In short… She was denied all access to the Burrow.

She reported this to Albus from the Diggory Floo. She was Summoned to the Castle while the Headmaster investigated the problem.

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Bones, Director.

First Delores took up an interest in a muggle raised wizard.

Then Sue's Line Continuation Contract engaged.

Then Albus stopped trying to get Corny to pull his balding head out of his pinstriped ass and went quiet.

And to make everything else seem normal, fifty two minor Houses lost their manors and gold. The Goblins were snapping keys left and right.

A knock at the door or her Office brought her head up.

"Come."

"Ah, Amelia. Good. It seems that a cousin of mine who was passing through London vanished. I was tracking her through the Family Tapestry… when she was Claimed by another House as Kin." He pulled a flask from his robes and pulled. "She was Claimed by Lord Potter."

Director Bones choked on nothing. "Lord Potter. When was this?"

"About ten o'clock this morning." Cyrus Greengrass shook his head. "Natasha is from a bastard branch of the Greengrass House. Arranged for her to marry some very minor noble on the continent by her Vassal Head and he died before the Contract was finished. She is far enough removed that I would need an Alliance to get her back, but the taperesty still tracked her.

"And your drinking?"

"Daphne's Contract has engaged, but while the promise ring for House Black is on her finger, Draco is not wearing the Heir ring. And the money has been transferred."

"That would make it seem like Malfoy is Not the Heir of Black after all." Amelia smirked before she leaned forward to look at her blotter. "Lord Potter… Charles died two days before James and Lily. That would make Harry the Heir… and when he comes of Age …"

"Thank Merlin that He is still two years from turning of Age." Cyrus snickered. "Astoria had asked me, last year, if being chosen for a contest that required you to be of Age would make you de facto of Age?"

"For that to happen you would need to have two Directors or better from the Ministry, the Chief Warlock, and at least two Headmasters of foreign Schools…" Bones chuckled before she noticed that her companion was paler than normal.

"Amelia. Do you know who was there the night the Goblet of Fire picked the Champions?"

Director Bones hissed as she connected the dots. "And with Our Lord in Play?"

"We need to move so that should He return, We can pull Harry out from under Albus's thumb." Cyrus grinned. "The Alliance Lives. Our Lord is Dead … Long Live Our Lord."

Amelia smirked at the man, as she pulled a folder from the pile on her desk. "As to Lord Black…" she passed the folder to the man. The very thin folder. "Care to Guess who…"

"No… he…"

"No trial." Amelia leaned back into her chair. "Albus ignored procedures for both Potter and Black. So if Sirius was Heir Black when he was sent away… and he never had a direct blood Heir…"

Cyrus snickered. "He loved a good prank, no matter what side of the line he was on. Looks like he has found a way to prank most of the Society Elite." Cyrus adjusted his grip on the file … silently asking for permission to take the file.

"Too bad Rita is taking a sabbatical, she could find out what Potter and Black are up to." Ame nodded. "Also something to note… a few of my Aurors have been asking about a Witch named Granger. Supposedly she is the best way to find Potter."

"Well… I am off to post the newest news in the Prophet." Cyrus Greengrass headed out of the Office.

She pressed the rune that linked her desk to the Public Address system. She smirked as the rune was beside the one that linked her desk to Vance's desk, her secretary. "Vance. Notify the Auror in charge of the Black Case… I am thinking that Black is going after his Heir… if not already have the boy in his possession. Alert the Prophet and the Goblins."

She chuckled as the entire Bullpen went silent, before everyone scrambled to run and tell their Patrons.

Some days were worth it.

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Albus:

First he lost contact with the Boys soon after they vanished from the Black Townhouse.

Second, Molly, his high priestess, was unraveling. One by one, everything that he had squeezed out for her from the Potter Estate was disappearing. The latest thing, she

And Now Fudge suddenly has the backing to strip him of his Positions outside of Hogwarts.

McGonagall stormed into the Office. "I just got a note from the Book of Enrollment. Mister Potter has been stricken from the rolls as has Miss Granger. Also two witches now have their names hyphenated. One to Potter, the other to Black."

"So Lucius finally got the Black Estate." Albus Frowned.

"No. I double checked. Intact. Draco has been stricken from the Black Rolls. So Commanded by Lord Black. Lord Aries Black."

"What do you mean, Aries Black?" Professor Phineas Nigellus Black, Headmaster Portrait called out. "None of my House has produced a blood Heir without tangling it with a lesser House." The man glared at the current Headmaster. "And you sent the only…" The painter man stopped and began to laugh. "That Son of a Bitch. Professor McGonagall, your missing cubs will return… and not in the manner that you can expect."

The Floo bloomed green as Auror Vance stepped out. "Headmaster. Professor. I am hoping that it was a mistake, but The Director publicly addressed the Bullpen. She is thinking that Black either is after his Heir or already has him. This came right after Cyrus Greengrass left Her office, a flask in one hand and a DMLE file in the other."

Phineas just laughed harder.

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Gringotts: (until further notice, all spoken here is in Goblin tongue.)

Barchoke, Ashraq(Ash-Rack), and Gripsaq (Grip-Sack) stood at the ledge of the tier overlooking the Prime Vaults for House Potter and House Black.

Only because the Lords of both Houses were among the first Accounts opened with the back when the Goblins first offered this class of Vault, were they on the same floor. Intact… they were the only two in this Shaft and Floor.

"What did that 'Boy' do now?" Gripsaq snarled. Using the word boy because it upset the lad. But today he was extra cranky.

"He collapsed all non vassal Houses under the Potter Umbrella and triggered a recall of all monies, assets, and ancient Relics." Barchoke grinned. "Of course we are taking a full inventory… and billing him for it."

"We sent for you to rule on a matter that has come up." Ashraq adjusted his tweed bow tie. "We have found some twenty goblin crafted goods. By treaty, they are logged, tagged, and during our next meeting with Lord Potter, we can request that they be returned. But by this same treaty… we have found three items that are proscribed. We have the right to take the illegal items or finel the Master Account a set fee."

"Not seeing the issue."

"We can do one." Barchoke grinned. His fanged teeth glinting in the light of the chamber below them. "Or the other. One item has a low fine, but great value as a piece. Another has a low value but a high Fine value. If we choose to fine him… we must allow him to reclaim the items without charging him. But the fees are set in stone."

Gripsaq watched the goblins below drag in the silver plated bones of a Welsh Green dragon and assemble it. "Make a list. Demand that Lord Potter make himself available to answer for the crimes of his actions. Place the items in a separate vault that requires both of you to open it…"

"Better make it the three of us." Barchoke peered over the edge again. "And plan for an extended trip to Brazil. Potter is heading South from there. You will be coming with us. Contact Potter's Human Lawyer and his Wife." Barchoke adjusted his silk coat, and ran his hand over the shaved scalp of his head. "If you are arguing for the Bank and Nation, you get paid the standard allotment. But if you are arguing for Potter… your hourly rate includes travel expenses…"

"Hangnail and Stomp are the on-call Lawyers for Gringotts Brazil Branch." Ashraq smirked.

"You mean I get to be paid for humiliating Hangnail…Drying out… and pissing on the Brazilian Branch?" Gripsaq leaned over the edge to judge the work load below him. "I will need a listing for everything. Relics, Fines and objects core value."

The old crotchety goblin returned to his office to prepare for his upcoming legal battle.

"Won't that be a conflict of interest?" Ashraq smirked at the shaved headed Goblin.

"Not really. He is being paid by the client. He is going to get us half the list of items we were arguing over, and the gold from the rest. We play this correct, and we might even get a craft item returned."

"And if I remember the regulations correctly, the England branch gets the profits while Brazil foots the bills." Ashraq smirked in the glow of the light reflecting off the plated dragon skeleton.

(End of Goblin Speech.)

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The papered werewolf and the Grim arrived at the Portkey Arrival Chamber. The Aurora checked his paperwork, and seeing that Padfoot was a Familiar being returned to his Wizard, arranged for a Portkey to Miami.

In Miami, the Portkey centre was in the Primary Airport… and Moony was already planning ahead.

First he put the 'Delumiator', aka the Harry tracking Lighter, in a locker and charmed the door with a tight focused Muggle repelling hex.

Taking the key and guiding the black dog to the private charter section and hired a plane for two, on a round-trip flight to Rio. He used the Visa Card that the Goblins had given him.

Between the counter and the plane, the Man and Dog became two men.

They were just two WASPs going to get a little sun and culture…

When the time came for the return flight, no one could remember who they were or what they were doing.

TBC