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Word Count 2500
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Hogwarts
Dumbledore was sitting in his office with a serious expression on his face. He sighed and opened up a drawer filled with his Lemon Drops that were laced with a Calming Drought.
It was only a few months before the school year started and he still hadn't found Harry Potter. His name hadn't shown up in the Book so that means Harry Potter is not in Britain anymore. He hasn't the slightest clue about his whereabouts.
To find him he needs more manpower. But asking for help would be admitting that he lost The Boy Who Lived
"DUMBLEDORE! DUMBLEDORE!!" He had heard a voice from his floo call. And it was the Emergency Line.
Everybody can floo call the Headmaster's Office. But very few have the password for his emergency line.
Dumbledore quickly stood up. He had recognized that voice. It was Jason, an American wizard who fought with him against Grindelwald and is still loyal to the Great Albus Dumbledore
"Yes, Jason I am here. Hello, my old friend, What seems to be the problem?" Dumbledore says in his Grandfatherly tone. One that he had perfected and used against children and young adults.
"HARRY POTTER! HE IS IN SALEM! HE JUST GAVE A PUBLIC INTERVIEW TO EVERY MAGICAL NEWSPAPER IN THE WORLD!" Jason yelled out
...
Dumbledore used his Occlumency to quickly process the news.
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Harry Potter is in Salem. Arguably the best Wizarding School in the world.
...
Harry Potter is under the care of the Americans and is talented enough to enter that school.
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Harry Potter isn't coming to Hogwarts. He was outside his influence.
...
No!!! Harry Potter must be a shy young malleable boy so that he can die according to my plans!!!!
"Jason explains clearly. What happened" Dumbledore says in a serious tone
"He finished his education there Albus! The boy is the Greatest Prodigy to ever walk through those doors. He is also a Potion Master at the age of 10! They say he studied directly under Grandmaster Vincent Griffith"
Dumbledore winced. Vincent Griffith.
That man hates him with a passion. He is as old as himself if not older. His tricks don't work on a man like Vincent.
Not Good. Harry must have been studying under him for a few years if he really became a Potion Master. Which means he must have heard some of the truths about himself that Harry must not hear.
'Damn it' Dumbledore cursed in his mind
"And.. the boy is a Parselmouth and a member of the 'Order of Healers' and a high-ranking one as well." Jason whispered
'NO! Damn it all! Even the ICW avoids the Healers. They are the Best Healers in the world. Nobody wants to antagonize them. After all, you never know when you might need their assistance. If Harry is with them he will be extremely hard to steer to my side. I need to get to Salem right away!'
"Thank you for the information, Jason. I will be leaving right away. I will see you once I get there" Dumbledore left the Floo Call
"Fawkes!"
A phoenix appeared in the room with a flash of fire
"Expecto Patronum!" A white illusionary phoenix appeared. One that was an exact copy of Fawkes
"Minister. Harry Potter is in Salem! I will be leaving immediately to contact him. People will likely panic and blame you if they find out about this. Stop the Prophet from spreading the news."
That should keep the Prophet at bay. The minister is a coward who would do anything to keep his ratings high.
Dumbledore looks at Fawkes
"Take me to the Ministry's International Portkey area!"
The bird chirped as it landed on Dumbledore's shoulder, and both of them disappeared in a flash of fire.
~Brighton Beach, Brighton England
It was a hot summer day and the beach was full of people looking to cool out. From the water came out a handsome fit teen. Despite his young age, his muscles were very prominent. It was obvious that he had put a lot of effort into his body. His raven black hair was slicked back showing off his emerald-colored eyes.
He immediately got some attention as young teens kept pointing and giggling at him. Harry smiled and waved back before he started to go to the exit.
' Infiltration complete. Dumbles should be on his way to America. Which means I can act freely here.'
Harry headed off into a dark ally before he waved his hands. Clothes directly appeared on him. Some denim shorts and a white shirt. Along with a cap.
With another wave a strong glamor was applied to his face. His eyes and hair turned brown and his face was similar to that of a normal teen he had just seen a while ago.
'Next stop Leaky Cauldron'
~ Leaky Cauldron'
Harry was standing in front of the Leaky Cauldron and was looking at the sign.
'Heh, interesting charm. The name shows up only to Wizards. And there was a very strong Muggle Repelling charm. If a magician tried to look at it he would only see a blackboard. Could be useful in the future. '
Harry double-checked his Glamor Charms and entered the Pub. His first thought was 'Ew'
'This place does not look sanitary. And it smells. Do these people ever bathe?'
He walks up to the Bar. And sees the 'Innkeeper Tom'
"Excuse Me Sir" Harry called out grabbing Tom's attention "Yes"
"I decided to buy a few more things, but I forgot how to open the ally. Can you please open it for me" Harry says in a shy look
Tom sighs but still stands up "Oh all right. But you'd better remember it this time." He also grumbled under his breath 'Definitely not Ravenclaw material'
Harry just smirks.
Tom opens up the Gateway and Harry just watched with focused eyes. Well that proves it. Diagon Ally is just like all the other Wizarding Markets. It's located in its own mini-realm. A very small realm that has been expanded to the Max.
If it wasn't, it would have been picked up on the satellites by now.
Harry ignores everything and heads directly into Gringotts. He stops in front of an Architectural Nightmare and reads the text.
Heh, what irony. 'For those who take, but do not earn'
They call themselves a bank when in fact it's just a storage locker. They charge an absurd amount of money just for the money to sit there. Goblins are greedy fucks. It's nothing like the fanfics where people talk about nice and helpful goblins.
They won't do shit for the wizards. It's just like in the agreement. They keep the money safe. That's all. No account management, no investments, no savings account. Nothing. You have a 'Vault' basically your Deposit Box. And any money or items you put in there are not their concern.
Most wizards put wards and charms in their Vaults inside to make sure the goblins don't steal anything. The really smart people put in Expanded Trunks in their Vault. The trunk needs a key, blood and a password.
The Blood keyed Vaults are expensive to own. Only the really old Families like the Blacks have a Blood Vault
'Well let's see how this will play out'
Harry heads into the bank. And observes the wizards and the goblins interacting.
'Heh, all their desks are far above the wizards so that they can look down on them. Can you be more obvious?'
Harry Heads to the main Teller. "I would like to see my vaults" Harry says calmly, but his voice held a certain power.
The head teller immediately noticed. He leaned across his table to look at me. "And who might you be"
Harry casts a Strong Notice Me Not Charm on himself. All of the goblins noticed as they are quite sensitive to magic.
He started floating up until he was slightly above eye level with the goblin. Harry placed his hand on the desk and removed the Glamor on his face. His emerald eyes practically glowed. On his hand a small magic circle appeared, The Potter Family Crest shone on his hand. It was dark red in color. like blood. It was two Gladius (Roman Sword) crossed and pointed downward in front of a Wizard's Wand.
It was the true beginning of the Potter Family. A Squib in the Roman Empire. Hence why the swords were in front of the wand as they came first.
A line of Warriors. For 2500 years they have kept their history. They were called another name back then it was only when one of the descendants after the Roman Empire Fell and they moved to Britania. He had a really Green Thumb. He made pots and planted many flowers in his garden. So his neighbors started to call him the Potterer. Which later became Potter. But the Potters never forgot their history.
Well, that kind of thinking is what killed most of them off. If James wasn't such an idiot to stay and fight they might lived.
The Goblin grimaced when he saw the magic circle. 'Damn it. It's one of them. Harry Potter uses Magecraft'
"I see, well we can confirm your identity with a blood test, if you don't mind," The head teller said as politely as possible. Magicians are a pain in the ass for them.
Wizards are simple. Even the strongest of them like Dumbledore, Voldemort and Grindelwald could only reach Mid-Class. Magicians on the other hand definitely reach Mid-Class at the minimum in their lifetime and they stick together. An equivalent of a Hundred Voldemorts storming this Bank... They would be slaughtered'
Harry narrowed his eyes at the Goblin "Only for the identity test and nothing else. Are we clear" Harry stared down at the goblin
"Crystal" the teller held back a growl 'Stupid Wizard/Magician freak'
A piece of parchment appeared in front of them " Three drops please"
Harry first checked the parchment. And felt the intent of the magic. It was only for identification. So he cut his finger with his nail, and put exactly three drops down. His finger healed the next second.
Hadrian James Potter.
Born July 31, 1980
Son of James Charles Potter and Lily J. Potter nee Evans
Heir Potter.
Heir Peverell
Primary Heir Black.
(A/N Only shows the families that have Vaults in Gringotts. The Peverell have no vault, they left a bloodstone. so when a descendant appeared, it would give them the location to a ' Fiddelus safe box' where Harry got his books.)
Harry raised an eyebrow 'Huh, so my name really is Hadrian, what are the odds of that? I just made that up since it was close to 'Harry'. After all the name Harry is the short form of Harrison, Hadrian, Harold, Harvey and the modern take of the name Henry. Guess it makes sense. No way an old family like mine would name their child just Harry' '
"Well now that your identity has been proven, you can access your vaults. But since you are a minor you can only access your trust Fund Vault. Which is capped at 2000 gallons per year. When you turn 17 this Vault will become your personal Vault, and the other gold could be used to start your own business. At least that was your parent's plan if they were still alive"
Harry smirked " As the Last Potter, I activate the Genesis Charter. So Mote Be" A flash appeared around Harry's body
The Goblin was so surprised that his jaw dropped for a single second before he went back to normal.
"Do you know what you have done?" The teller asks carefully
"Yes. And I know that you have a time period of one week to notify the Ministry of my new Lordship according to the Accords. I strongly suggest you wait until the last second. Now my Vaults, please. And do remember that I have no keys with me. "
The Head Teller called another goblin " This is Griphook, he will bring you to your vaults. We will require 21 Galleons for the 3 keys we will be replacing. Your Family Vault, Your Parent's Vault and Your Vault."
Harry just smiled at him "No need. My Vaults will require no keys from now on"
The goblin raised an eyebrow 'Stupid human, the keys open and close the vaults. They are made with Goblin magic. Half of the protections are activated with the key.'
" Gringotts will not be responsible if you are robbed as the key activates most of the defenses"
Harry said nothing to the teller and floated down "Let's go after all 'Time is Money'"
Griphook grunted but he guided Harry to his Vaults.
The first Vault was Harry's trust fund. Griphook muttered something at the door and placed some key with a mini skull on it. The doors opened a few moments later "The doors are unlocked and they will stay that way, according to your wishes.
Harry stepped inside the Vault and all he saw were Galleons. 'Hmmm around 50K Galleons. Not bad'
He waved his hand and all of the gold was sucked into his sleeve.
He walked out of the Vault. Griphook frowned, not understanding why he exited so quickly.
"Let's go" Harry sat down in the cart
"Will you not place any defenses on the Vault? For that matter will you not even close the door??" Griphook questioned 'What is this stupid wizard doing? Well more gold for us if he leaves it unlocked'
"Feel free to have a look"
Griphook headed to the door and peaked inside, He clenched his fists when he saw the empty Vault. 'So that is his play. He is getting his gold outside of Gringotts. Fool. There is a reason why nobody ever tries to take their gold out of here. We hire mercenaries and sometimes go after our former customers ourselves. I need to inform the Director as soon as possible'
Griphook hopped into the cart and stopped at James and Lily's shared vault. There were guards stationed at this level. One guard for every 5 Vaults. As soon as Harry entered the vault.
Griphook quickly spoke to the guard in their language " Quickly inform the Director. The Potter Boy is clearing out all of the Vaults"
The guard was quick to react and went to spread the news. At the same time. Harry stood in the Vault which was filled with his parent's personal possessions. There were dozens of trunks in the Vault. All with different notes on them. "J-School. L-School. J-Pranks. L-Research. J- Clothes. L-Clothes..."
Harry shrunk the trunks and put them in his pocket. 'One left'
After a bit of a long trip, they went down to the deeper Vaults where the dragons stood guard. Griphook chanted in Gobbledegook. "Place your hand on the crest. It's opened with your blood"
Harry did so and felt a little sting as a needle pierced his skin and drew a bit of blood. A small door opened, only allowing one person to enter at a time. An extra security feature. When Harry entered the Vault his eyes widened.
Gold, Silver, Jewels, Armor, Weapons, Expensive Furniture, Magical Beast Parts. Books, Lots and Lots of Books, they were put here by the House Elves just before the Potter Public Manor was burned to the ground by Death Eaters.
The Family Vault reminded him of Voldemort's Vaults.
'Huh. the Potters sure were well off. According to my calculation, there is about 700K Galleons here. Not counting all of the other stuff in here.
As soon as Harry took one step forward. The curtains opened and the Armor Sets raised their swords. Behind the curtains were a couple of paintings.
"Boy Identify yourself!!"
~~~A/N
Harry's Vault
50,625 galleons $379 687.5
700K Galleons = $5.145 000 in that time
~ Modern's time price (2024)
50,625 galleons = $1,265,625
700K galleons= $17 500 000
Today One Galleon is 25$
U.S. Dollar USD
~ Galleon in 1991
1 Galleon=$7.35
1 Sickle=$0.46
1 Knut=$0.02
1G=17 S. 1S=29K
1G= 493K