That evening had been nothing short of grand. To celebrate the launch of their shop and Harry's program, the twins and Harry hosted a dinner party at The Silver Hearth, inviting an impressive guest list: Dumbledore and all the Hogwarts professors(including Hagrid), the entire Weasley family, the entire Harry's family, Sirius and the Grangers.
Together with the twins, Harry made sure that the party was smooth and delightful. From the food to the drinks, the three of them chose the best there was at the Silver Hearth. Harry had also invited his house-elves to join the feast, but when they politely declined, he ensured that they wouldn't be left out by giving them 200 galleons to treat themselves to anything they liked.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger didn't quite understand what the big deal was at first about Harry's achievement, but when Dumbledore and Snape explained, along with the rest of the professors, their mouths dropped at the sheer gravity of Harry's accomplishment.
The rest of the evening went smoothly. To finish off the dinner, Fred and George had arranged a small in-room firework show, which was surprisingly calm and somehow not chaotic—quite unlike the twins' usual style.
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The next evening found Harry sitting comfortably in the Dursley Mansion's living room, a quiet calm settling over the space. The day had been long but productive—Harry had spent hours training Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Abigail in dueling magic. They had made remarkable progress, advancing to the point where wand movements were minimal, or in some cases, unnecessary altogether. Harry took pride in their determination, though he knew the rigorous training had worn them out, especially Abigail.
Now, Abigail lay curled up on the couch beside him, her head resting on a pillow placed on his lap. Exhausted from the day's training, she had drifted into a deep sleep. Harry absently stroked her hair, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched her peaceful expression.
Vernon sat next to them, engrossed in a book titled The Essence of Magic: Understanding Your Power. Petunia had gone out to a party with her friends. The occasional crackle of the fire was the only sound, apart from the faint rustle of Vernon turning a page.
Breaking the silence, Harry spoke, his voice steady but curious. "Dad, you know Amelia Bones, right? What do you think of her becoming the next Minister?"
Vernon looked up from his book, his brow furrowed thoughtfully. "Amelia Bones? She's a capable woman, from what I've heard. Certainly a better candidate than Fudge. If she became Minister, it might actually do the Ministry some good. Why do you ask? Are you planning to... influence this decision?"
Harry nodded, "Yes, I think it's better if I get it done sooner than later. And so far, she seems like the best choice."
Vernon nodded, setting the book on his lap. "You're probably right about that. But..." His eyes narrowed slightly. "How are you going to take out Fudge?"
Harry continued stroking Abigail's hair, "Oh I will not take out Fudge cause it would cause quite an unneeded chaos. I'll just make him step down himself, announcing his retirement."
Vernon chuckled, "You know, I've learned not to ask how you make these things happen. It's always better that I don't know."
Harry chuckled softly, "Wise choice, Dad." He then nodded towards the book, "Leaving that, how's your progress going on?"
Vernon picked up the book again, "It's quite an interesting read, really. The way it explains magical energy—feels like I'm starting to understand it better. I can almost sense it now, running through my body, faint but there."
Harry smiled, "That's good to hear, Dad. Awareness if the first step. Once you can feel it properly, it gets easier to manipulate."
Vernon leaned back, "I can certainly see this new direction that you were talking about, son. I can feel that it might bring me a few surprises if I keep working on it."
Harry nodded, "Yes, once you can control your magical energy to a fine point, you should work to exhaust your magical energy every time. That way there is a huge chance that you might go through the core-transformation."
Vernon gave a small smile, nodding. "Alright then. Looks like I've got my work cut out for me."
Harry nodded as he continued stroking Abigail's hair.
Vernon looked at him stroking Abigail's hair as she slept peacefully and smiled. Even though Harry was his adoptive son, he couldn't help but feel that he is thousand times better than even a real son. Harry's loved their family just like his own, rather than adoptive family and Vernon couldn't be prouder of Harry.
Unknown to this, Harry was thinking of the best way to make Fudge stand down without causing too much of a fuss in the magical society.
Another big advantage of the Imperium Veritas spell was that it allowed the caster to command the victim from anywhere as long as they can focus on them in their mind. This allows Harry to give any of them any commands anytime, and they all will think that this is their own thought and the best course of action.
Harry closed his eyes, and focused on the thread that connected him to Cornelius Fudge. Once Harry established the link, he gave his command.
"It's time to prioritize family. The Ministry is stable now, and your legacy as Minister is secure. Retire gracefully and recommend Amelia Bones as your successor—it's the best choice for continuity and stability."
He paused and refined his directive.
"You will hold a press conference on Friday, July 13th, to announce your retirement. You'll state confidently that the Ministry is in a stable position and it's time for fresh leadership to carry it forward. Laugh off concerns about stepping down, citing your age and the desire to spend more time with your family. Emphasize how stressful the role has been and how you're looking forward to a quieter life.
"When asked about your successor, praise Amelia Bones as the best choice. Mention her fairness, competence, and the respect she commands across the Wizarding World. Express your full confidence in her abilities to take the Ministry to new heights."
Harry strengthened the command with a fallback clause:
"No matter what anyone says or does, you will retire gracefully, hold the press conference, and recommend Amelia Bones as your successor. You will believe this is entirely your decision and feel pride in securing your legacy."
Harry opened his eyes, a small smirk playing on his lips as he felt the command take hold. He shifted slightly on the couch, careful not to disturb Abigail who was still sleeping peacefully. Turning to Vernon, Harry spoke, his voice low but firm.
"Dad, if Fudge does step down, I want you to support Amelia Bones as his successor. Make sure Sirius is on board with it too."
Vernon nodded without looking up, flipping a page in his book. "Okay, got it."
Harry smiled slightly as Vernon didn't even question his decision and accepted his plans calmly.
"Thanks, Dad." Harry glanced down at Abigail, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "Amelia will need a solid base of support. I'll handle the rest."
Vernon glanced up briefly, "You're always thinking ten steps ahead, aren't you? Sometimes I wonder if even Dumbledore could keep up with you."
Harry chuckled softly and thought of any slip ups that could happen. Then he concentrated on the other people he controlled and issued an order to all of them to support Fudge's decision and push for Amelia's succession. For Umbridge he gave another set of commands for her to keep him updated on Amelia's actions and also make sure that she supported Amelia to settle down properly. Satisfied that all loose ends were tied, Harry leaned back, letting out a quiet sigh.
Turning his attention to Vernon again, "Dad, I am thinking of buying a company."
Vernon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He set his book aside and gave Harry his full attention. "A company? What brought this on all of a sudden?"
Harry smiled slightly, stroking Abigail's hair absently. "It's not sudden," he began, his voice calm but confident. "I've been keeping an eye on Ellerby and Spudmore. Right now, no one's paying much attention to them, but within the next couple of years, they'll dominate the broom market. By my third year, their brooms will be the most sought after in the Wizarding World."
Vernon's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "You're thinking of getting in early, then?"
Harry nodded. "Exactly. If I buy them out now, or at least become the major shareholder, I can secure a controlling interest before their value skyrockets. It's an investment in the future."
Vernon leaned back, rubbing his chin. "That's... ambitious, but smart. Have you thought about the logistics—buying a company as a minor?"
Harry shook his head, "I have not thought in detail about it yet, but I have more than enough funds for that. So I need your help. How do you think I should proceed about it so that it doesn't show up as I am the owner/major shareholder without displaying it openly, since I have that deal with their company for the Floating Fizzbees of the twins?"
Vernon considered Harry's position. "You know, with the Dursley family's reputation and resources, we can make this work quite seamlessly."
Harry raised an eyebrow, "How?"
"Well," Vernon began, "the we already own several businesses in the wizarding world, many of which operate discreetly under holding companies. We could set up a subsidiary under one of those, making it look like Ellerby and Spudmore is simply another acquisition in our portfolio. On paper, it would appear to be a Dursley investment, but in reality, you'd control it entirely."
Harry tilted his head, a slow grin forming. "That's… brilliant. Nobody would suspect a thing. With the Dursley name backing it, it would seem perfectly normal."
Vernon nodded. "Exactly. We are known for diversifying our businesses—everything from potion ingredient suppliers to enchanted quill manufacturers. Adding a broom company to the mix wouldn't raise any eyebrows. And since we're a prominent family, no one would dare question our motives."
Harry's eyes gleamed, "That could certainly work, Dad."
Vernon smirked, leaning forward. "Harry, you're my son. This family has thrived by recognizing potential, and if you say this company will dominate the market in a few years, I trust your instincts. Besides, it's a solid business move. The Dursley name gains even more influence in the broom industry, and you get what you need without anyone knowing you're the mastermind."
Harry nodded thoughtfully. "That could work perfectly. With you handling the logistics, I can focus on the magical side. By the time people realize the significance of Ellerby and Spudmore, we'll already have the foundation set."
He then asked out of curiosity. "How much is the Dursley's fortune, Dad?"
Vernon gave Harry a sly smile, clearly enjoying the conversation. "Well, it's not exactly common knowledge, but the Dursleys' wealth is substantial. We've amassed about 550 million galleons over the years. That puts us just behind the Potters, ranking third in wealth among the wizarding families."
Harry thought about it. His own fortune, by which he meant about Potters wealth, was over 900 million galleons and not to mention that now he had the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand which basically guaranteed a never-ending wealth.
"So, that would make you fourth on the list of the richest wizards in the country, right?" He asked.
Vernon smirked, "So, you have been doing your homework, eh? Yes, I suppose you could say that. I rank fourth just after you."
Harry nodded thoughtfully, but then he grew curious again. "So who's number one, then? If the Dursleys are third and the Potters are second, who's at the top?"
Vernon's eyes gleamed with a mix of respect and awe. "The Flamels. Their fortune is close to 2.5 billion galleons. That's not something you just stumble upon. They've had centuries to build their wealth—combining their alchemical knowledge, rare potions, and a few very lucrative investments. They practically control the entire financial world of the Wizarding World."
Harry was visibly impressed. "1.5 galleons? That's... extraordinary. So, I guess the first and second richest people are Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel?"
Vernon nodded in agreement, "Yes, they are the richest, although they try not to attract much attention, they are the ones controlling the entire financial world of ours."
Harry leaned back, stroking Abigail's hair, "What if we combined the Dursleys, Potters, and Blacks into one powerful house? With all their individual strengths and resources united, we could form something far beyond anything the magical world has seen. We could be the most powerful, the most influential, the most invincible house in existence."
Vernon froze, his expression darkening. The weight of Harry's words hung in the air like a heavy cloud. Combining the three houses—each of them were business giants—would create an unshakable force. It would be a house so dominant that nothing in the magical world could stand against it.
Vernon swallowed, his mind racing. The implications of Harry's suggestion were terrifying. No one would be able to oppose them. They would rank in one of the most influential house in the entire world not just Britain. "You're thinking of... that?" Vernon asked, his voice laced with caution.
Harry nodded thoughtfully, his eyes glinting with ambition. "It makes sense, doesn't it? The combined wealth, influence, and power of all three houses would be unassailable. We'd have the financial world, the political world, and the magical world at our feet. We could reshape the entire wizarding society, set it on a path of progress and dominance."
Vernon chuckled nervously, though his unease was evident. "So what are you planning to achieve with all that power, Harry? What's your end goal?"
Harry's smile was almost innocent, yet there was a darkness to it that made Vernon feel a chill run down his spine. "Nothing much," Harry replied, his voice smooth. "I just want to be the best. The very best. To surpass all others. To be the one who controls everything, the one who stands above all."
Vernon's heart skipped a beat, and a shiver of fear shot through him. He'd always known that Harry was different—more driven, more calculating, more ambitious than anyone else. But to hear him speak so plainly about being the best, about controlling everything—it struck Vernon to his core. He could see it. Harry standing at the pinnacle of this world controlling everything and everyone.
Vernon forced a smile, trying to mask his growing unease. "You really are something else, Harry. You've got big dreams. I think you'll go further than any of us ever imagined."
Harry's gaze softened as he chuckled, "It's just a thought, Dad."
Even though Harry brushed it off as just a thought, Vernon could see the possibility. An entirely new family, one so powerful that it would control the entirety of Britain.
For a moment, Vernon felt a pang of fear, but it was quickly replaced by something else. A flicker of excitement. A businessman's instinct. He was beginning to see the potential in what Harry was describing. There was power in unity—power in having everything aligned. But the fatherly part, couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that this kind of ambition, this kind of power, would change Harry. What if this is the exact situation that Ollivander described, one where Harry is the most powerful Dark Lord ever. If Harry is able to converge this three houses together, he would be unstoppable. He already had power, but backed by the financial prowess of these three houses, the world would have to bow to him.
But Vernon also saw the price of it all. The more power Harry amassed, the more likely it was that he'd lose sight of everything that had once made him… well, human. Would he become a tyrant, ruling with an iron fist, demanding loyalty without question? The ambition and cold efficiency with which Harry spoke, the way he planned his moves like a chessmaster—it reminded Vernon of the very type of person who would fall into darkness.
"Harry," Vernon said cautiously, his voice low. "I've always admired your ambition. You've got more drive than anyone I've ever known. But you need to be careful. Power like that... It changes people."
Harry chuckled, "Don't worry, Dad. It's just a thought. Not something I'm planning to do anyway."
"Well," Vernon said, trying to shake off the unease creeping into his chest, "I guess we'll see how it all plays out, won't we?"
Harry nodded, giving Vernon a reassuring smile before turning his attention to Abigail. Slowly, he shook her awake, brushing a few strands of hair from her face as she stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stretched with a small yawn.
"Morning, Abby," Harry chuckled softly. "How about a little trip to Diagon Alley? We can get ice-cream."
Abigail's eyes lit up, "Ice cream? Really? Yes, please!"
Harry chuckled as hopped up and scrambled to climb onto his back. . She was light, her small hands gripping his shoulders as he steadied her. "You know, you make a great backpack," Harry teased, his smile warm as he shifted her weight comfortably.
Harry turned to Vernon, "We'll be back, Dad."
Vernon nodded and smiled at the sight. Then Harry Disapparated without a sound along with Abigail. They arrived in front of the distribution center without a sound, the familiar surroundings of the bustling area filling the air.
Harry pushed the door open, stepping into the distribution center with Abigail still perched on his back. The receptionist, a young witch with auburn hair, immediately stood up to greet him with a bright smile. Beside her, another witch—the sales assistant, tall and poised—nodded politely.
"Master Potter," the receptionist greeted warmly. "Welcome back! What are your instructions?"
Harry smiled at her as he asked. "Just checking in, Mary. How are things running so far?"
Mary beamed, "Everything is going smoothly, sir. Since the grand opening yesterday, we've already had over 400 werewolves come in for the potion. The response has been overwhelming."
Harry nodded with a satisfied smile. "That's excellent. And what about our current stock? Are we equipped to keep up with the demand?"
Priscilla, the sales assistant stepped forward, holding a clipboard enchanted to update in real time. "Yes, boss. We have enough stock to supply up to 3000 werewolves for now."
Harry nodded, "Okay, great. We should receive another batch of supply by tomorrow or day after, so there shouldn't be any problem."
"Also make sure to keep checking the storage conditions. You know how sensitive the potion is—it can go bad with even a slight change in temperature or humidity. Even a single vial wasted is one less potion for a day for someone and it could be lead to a drastic situation." He continued.
"Of course, sir," Marry replied nodding firmly.
"One more thing, Mary." Harry added, "Register their names, address and any relevant information meticulously. Don't forget that."
Mary nodded firmly. "I am doing it, sir."
"Good," Harry nodded. "Thank you for your hard work, guys."
As Harry turned to leave, Abigail tugged gently at his shoulder. "Harry, are we going for ice cream now?"
Harry chuckled, "Not yet, Abby. First, I need to take care of something at Gringotts. But I promise, we'll stop for ice cream and also visit The Magic Pavilion, okay?"
Abigail pouted dramatically, "Okay, but you better not forget!"
Harry laughed and adjusted her on his back. With a casual wave to Priscilla and Mary, he stepped out of the distribution center and into the lively street.
As they headed towards the Gringotts building, Abigail leaned closer and whispered, "You want to meet your manager, Harry?"
"Yes, Abby. I am going to set up some business ideas up with him. It won't take long okay?" Harry replied.
Abigail nodded, "But should I listen to it?"
Harry chuckled, "Of course, you can Abby. You're my sister. Why would I hide it from my family?"
Abigail smiled, "Okay, Harry."
As they reached the entrance Harry let Abigail climb down as he couldn't just walk in with her on his back. They entered the towering bank, its marble floors gleaming under the chandeliers. Goblins moved swiftly, their sharp eyes glinting as they worked tirelessly. Harry strode confidently toward one of the goblins.
"Mr. Potter," the goblin greeted him. "A pleasure, as always. How may Gringotts assist you today?"
"I am here to meet my manager today," Harry said smoothly.
"Of course, Mr. Potter" the goblin and gestured for them to follow. Abigail clung to Harry tightly, as they followed the goblin to a private chamber. Once inside the chamber, the goblin turned to them.
"Please, wait inside. Your manager will be here soon, Mr. Potter." the goblin said before walking away.
Harry and Abigail took their seats on the couch as they waited for his manager.
Abigail swung her legs back and forth on the couch, her curious eyes darting around the room. "Harry," she asked softly, "why do you talk to the goblins so... seriously? They seem a bit scary."
Harry chuckled, leaning back against the couch. "They're not scary, Abigail. They're just different. Goblins value respect and fairness. If you treat them right, they'll treat you right. Plus," he added with a wink, "they're the best at keeping money safe."
Abigail tilted her head thoughtfully, her small hands clasped in her lap. "So, if I ever need help with my money, I should come to Gringotts?"
"Exactly," Harry said with a grin, ruffling her hair.
Before Abigail could respond, the door opened, and a wizard in his early thirties stepped in. He had neatly combed dark brown hair and wore an impeccably tailored robe. He carried a clipboard in one hand and a briefcase in the other.
"Mr. Potter," the wizard greeted warmly, extending his hand. "It's good to see you again. And who's this little one?"
Harry stood, shaking his hand firmly. "Good to see you too, Victor. This is my sister, Abigail Dursley." He gestured toward her, and Abigail gave Victor a shy wave.
Victor smiled kindly. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Abigail. Now, Mr. Potter, how can I assist you today?"
Harry sat down and asked. "Victor, I need to know how much spending power I currently have available."
Victor flipped through his clipboard, scanning the numbers. "As of today, you available spending power is approximately 800 million galleons."
Harry nodded thoughtfully, considering the figures. "That's more than I expected. Good. Here's what I need your help with, Victor"
Harry explained to Victor how he intended to buy the Ellerby and Spudmore company and if they are not able to buy it outright, he explained that he intended to be the major shareholder.
Victor listened intently as Harry laid out his plans to acquire Ellerby and Spudmore, either as a full purchase or by becoming the majority shareholder. Harry went over the key aspects with a clarity and foresight that left Victor momentarily speechless. By the time Harry finished, Victor leaned back in his chair, a look of genuine admiration on his face.
"Mr. Potter," Victor said, his voice filled with respect, "your business acumen is astonishing. It far surpasses what one would expect from someone your age—or, frankly, from anyone at all. This plan has both precision and foresight."
Harry smiled modestly, "Thank you, Victor. I've just had a bit of guidance here and there."
Victor shook his head, still impressed. "I'll begin implementing this plan by tomorrow. You'll have updates soon."
"Perfect," Harry replied. "I trust you to handle it."
After finishing their discussion, Harry got up with Abigail, who had been quietly observing the grand room with wide eyes. They thanked Victor and exited the private chamber.
Outside of Gringotts, Abigail started tugging him towards the Florean Fortescue to get ice cream. Harry laughed as Abigail tugged at his hand, her excitement contagious. "Alright, alright," he said, letting her lead the way.
They reached Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, where the colorful display of frozen delights instantly captured Abigail's attention. Harry couldn't help but smile as she pressed her face to the glass, trying to decide between the myriad of flavours.
"Which one do you want?" Harry asked.
Abigail's eyes sparkled as she pointed eagerly. "Chocolate fudge swirl with extra sprinkles!"
Harry grinned. "Good choice." Turning to Mr. Florean, he added, "Can I get two scoops of Chocolate fudge swirl with extra sprinkles for her? And for myself, I'll take a butterbeer-flavored one."
As Mr. Florean started preparing their ice creams, Harry continued casually, "Oh, and I'd like a family-sized serving of each flavor you have packed up. Something large enough to serve, say, twenty-two people for a month, three times a day."
Mr. Florean froze mid-scoop, his eyes widening as he turned to gape at Harry. "Are... are you serious?" he asked, his mouth slightly open.
Harry chuckled at the reaction, nodding. "Absolutely."
The ice cream maker's expression quickly transformed from shock to sheer delight, his face lighting up. "Well, that's one of the biggest orders I've ever received! I don't have enough stock ready for that right now, but if you give me an address, I can have it delivered tomorrow."
Harry shook his head with a smile. "No need for delivery, Mr. Florean. I'll be back in Diagon Alley tomorrow anyway. I'll come by and pick it up myself."
Mr. Florean nodded, still looking amazed. "Very well. Thank you for this—it's a huge order, and I promise everything will be prepared perfectly."
As he handed over the prepared cones, Harry leaned in slightly. "One more thing—can you make a special flavor for me?"
Mr. Florean's curiosity was piqued. "What kind of flavor?"
Harry's eyes sparkled mischievously. "A berry mix. Something with a blend of strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, and maybe a touch of raspberry for a tangy kick."
Mr. Florean rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "That sounds intriguing, but I'd need some time to experiment with the blend. I'll see what I can come up with."
Harry nodded, satisfied. "No rush, Mr. Florean. As long as I get to try it sometime, that's fine."
With that, Harry paid for the ice creams, handed Abigail her cone, and they left the shop, leaving behind a very excited Mr. Florean preparing for what was surely one of the largest orders of his career.
Once outside, Abigail took a bite of her cone before looking up at Harry with a curious expression. "Why did you buy so much ice cream?" she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and awe.
Harry smirked, glancing down at her. "Well, I thought it'd be a good idea to keep ice cream in stock at home. You never know when the craving will hit, right? Besides, I counted the elves too when figuring out how much we'd need."
Abigail tilted her head, clearly pondering this. "You mean all the house-elves? That makes sense, I guess... but Mum's going to lose it when she sees that huge package of ice cream!"
Harry chuckled, already envisioning the scene. "Oh, I can see it now. She'll stand in the kitchen, arms crossed, looking ready to breathe fire as she lectures me about 'wasting money on frivolous things.'"
Abigail giggled, nearly dropping her cone. "And then she'll probably make you promise never to do it again."
"Exactly," Harry said, grinning. "And I'll probably nod solemnly while sneaking another cone behind her back."
Abigail laughed even harder, the mental image of Petunia's dramatic reaction too funny to handle. The two strolled through Diagon Alley, enjoying the warm sunshine and their ice cream.
Harry knew the inevitable storm from Petunia was coming, he couldn't help but think it was worth it. After all, who could resist the joy of endless ice cream?