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Harry Potter and the Inheritance of Truth	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156888 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Harry Potter and subsequent charactes belonging to J. K. Rowling, neither do I make any money from the writing of this story.

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Harry rushed out of the bathroom, leaving a confused Petunia behind, and started to pack his trunk. He would get some money from his vault and hide in muggle London after his meeting with Griphook. He thought about the letter and the mention of house arrest wards. It made sense about why he could not leave when he wanted. It had to have been Dumbledore. He was a little bitter that his mentor would leave him no options to protect himself, but Dumbledore knew so much. His insistence that Harry was only safe here until he was ready to face Voldermort was all he could trust without access to the knowledge himself. There was only so much available to an underage wizard. Harry had planned to do more on his own once he turned 17.

Harry was think so hard he had not noticed that his meager possessions were packing themselves in his trunk. Harry had only done wandless magic by extreme accidents, but this was more unconscious than ever before. He tried to concentrate of something directly to see if it was more than a fluke. He looked at his bloody clothing and thought of the transfiguration spell and his clothes were clean and fit. He tried again by trying to conjure a tissue, but failed. Oh well, he thought, it was good to have something that fit.

Petunia came into the room and looked at her nephew packing, “Is one of those people from your school coming for you?”

“No, it was a way for me to get passed the barrier Dumbledore is using to keep me trapped here.” He was surprised by the look of panic on his Aunt’s face.

“Harry you mustn’t trust that man anymore. He paid…he paid your uncle to beat you and starve you.”

Harry didn’t know what to say to this information, “What?”

“He’s been paying Vernon to make sure you’re mistreated. I couldn’t tell you before, but you can leave now right?”

“Yeah, and I won’t be coming back. Come with me Aunt Petunia.” Harry pleaded with his eyes and squeezed one of his Aunt’s hands.

“I…I can’t love. I can’t leave Dudley. He needs me, I’m afraid with you gone Vernon might turn on Duddy.” Harry understood his Aunt’s need to protect her child, it was the same reason his mother was dead now. He hugged his Aunt and decided to try to shrink his trunk. He concentrated and it worked. His Aunt gasped, “Harry you’ll be expelled.”

“I can’t use my wand, Auntie, but this is wandless, but I still can’t do it reliably. I’ll miss you.” He hugged his aunt again and pulled out the portkey. He recited the activation word and felt the familiar tug behind his navel and for once didn’t fall on his bum when he landed.

He looked around the room he landed in and smiled at the goblin sitting behind a desk.

“May your vaults be secure, your profit high, and accounting exact, Griphook Tombfiller.” Harry bowed and took a seat.

Griphook was shocked at the greeting but answered, “May your vault never empty and investments return, Mr. Potter. How is it you know the old greetings, even the eldest Wizards do not use them anymore?” He offered his hand across his desk to Harry. They shook and the goblin smiled at Harry’s courtesy.

“I thank you for the portkey. Thank Merlin, I don’t think I would have lived to receive my inheritance.”

“It would seem that I did the right thing by sending for you a day early. I have for sometime suspected that you were not safe or well informed. The magical creatures have been expressing some concerns over how you live.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Griphook, but how do you know how I live? My closest friends do not know how bad it is.”

“You would be surprised what your friends know. But I am sure you know of a house elf named Dobby?”

“You are in contact with Dobby?”

“Yes, despite how the wizarding community has relegated all magical creatures to their assigned places, we are quite proficient in our intercommunity dealings. Since you freed Dobby his stories have spread about your kindness and sense of fairness to all sentient beings, not just wizards. Am I correct?”

“You are. I find the freedom that other magical creatures have in their magic a testament to their right to equality in the magical community. Wizards are tied to our wands, unless very powerful. I myself can only do it sporadically.”

“I am glad that we were not misled. However, your association with Albus Dumbledore is a bit concerning to our community.” Griphook sat back and waited to see Harry’s reaction.

“I, too, have my concerns about Professor Dumbledore, especially after finding about the wards keeping me in. He has always stressed about the ones keeping me safe but never about one keeping me in. It is disconcerting.”

“Mr. Potter I think it is time that I tell you why I asked you here a day early. Would you like some tea, we may be here for some time going over the information we have?”

“Yes, please, and if at all possible sandwiches, I haven’t eaten today.” Harry felt shame at having to ask for food in such a manner.

“Of course, Mr. Potter, I understand completely. What is your preference?”

“Turkey and crisps, would suffice, Thank you, Griphook.”

Griphook pulled a piece of parchment out of his desk and wrote something on it and a few moment later another goblin was bringing in a tea service and sandwich tray with a bag of crisps.

“Mr. Potter, when Dobby made it known of your living situation I felt it warranted a closer look into the transactions on your behalf over your childhood. In my investigation, please let me know if you know about any of these transactions, I discovered that Albus Dumbledore has removed several million galleons into personal vaults for himself and few other people.”

“I had that much? So, am I broke?”

“Why no you misunderstand where my concerns lay. Let me show you your inheritance papers and a list of the transactions made over the last 16 years.” Griphook slid a stack of papers across the desk for Harry’s perusal.

Potter Vaults

56,003,987 galleons, 876 knuts, and 56 sickles

Transactions

500,000 galleons a year to Molly and Arthur Weasley total equaling 3,000,000 ga

100,000 ga to Hermione Granger and family a year equaling 600,000 ga

2,000,000 ga a year to Albus Dumbledore equaling 32,000,000 ga

2,000 ga a month donated to the order of the phoenix equaling 384,000 ga

One time transfer of funds to Tom Riddle of 20,000,000 ga

1,000 ga a month to Vernon Dursley to be transferred to the Bank of England acct equaling 96,000,000£

Transaction totals = 56,176,000 ga

          Harry looked up from the first page with tears in his eyes. “I had no idea about any of these transactions, especially this one to Tom Riddle. Can you tell me Griphook when this transaction was made?”

          “I believe it was made after a week after your parents were killed when Albus Dumbledore was made your wizard guardian in light of the arrest of Sirius Black. That was the first transaction made after he was given control of your welfare and vaults. Do you know who Mr. Riddle is? I looked into our transaction history for his vaults and he does not personally access them. His representative, Lucius Malfoy handles all financial actions.” Griphook observed the quiet rage in the young man’s face. He felt the crackle of magic spark in the office. “Mr. Potter this may be upsetting to you, but you must calm down. You are too close to your inheritance for proper control of outbursts.”

          Harry breathed deeply working on control, it was one of the exercises that Snape taught him in occlumency before the school year ended. His magic receded back to his core but his anger stayed right before the surface of his feelings.

          “So, you do know the Riddle fellow?”

          “Everyone knows Tom Riddle.”

          “I’m sorry Mr. Potter but I do not.”

          “He changed his name to Lord Voldermort.” Harry picked up the next sheaves of parchment to look them over while Griphook recovered from his shock. Harry knew about his Black inheritance, however he did not know about 12 Grimmauld Place being deeded to Albus Dumbledore.

          “Griphook is this deed valid?”

          “Not after you sign this stack of papers it isn’t. You will have the right to rescind the fidelus charm once you are the owner once more.”

          “You know of the fidelus charm attached to this property?”

          “Mr. Potter nothing is hidden from the accounts.” Griphook seemed to laugh and Harry joined in the aptness of the joke.

          “How was it that Dumbledore was able to steal half of the Potter vault?”

          “Vaults, Mr. Potter. He stole the money not the possessions stored in the other five vaults. You still have all the heirlooms and signet rings not to mention the amount he stole is a drop in the bucket compared to the contents of the Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff vaults. They equal 32.” Griphook at this point had to wait for Harry to recover from his own shock.

          “What do you mean the Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff valut?” Harry shifted through the papers until he came to a balance sheet with four accounts on it. “How?”

          “Mr. Potter, after our initial conversation I am not surprised you do not know that you are the heir four and a direct descendant of Merlin himself. Headmaster Dumbledore knew this and has on numerous occasions informed me that you knew of your unique heritage. This is the main reason I called you early. Technically, he is supposed to bring you in tomorrow to just get an accounting of available funds, not a tour of your vaults.”

          “Why is that odd?”

          “Because of your specific heritage Mr. Potter there are several positions within the wizarding government you have and you will be the owner of Hogwarts, you will have control over even the decisions of the Board of Governors, in fact, you can dissolve the whole institution.”

          Harry was further flabbergasted by this important position. He not only had more money than the Malfoy’s, who professed to be the richest in England, but he owned Hogwarts. His mind stuck on his magical inheritance while Griphook explained his roles in government and the wizengamot. He wasn’t ready to take up that much power in this world which was still mainly a mystery after only six years as a general student.

          “Griphook, what about my magical inheritance, you mentioned unique background, I assume you meant something other than the Hogwarts founders?”

          “Ah, yes, yes, here is a list of powers you may inherit from various magical creatures that have bred into both sides of your family.”

          Harry took the list, “What kind of creatures?” and looked down at it.

          “As you can see by the list they are varied such as: incubus, vampire, elf, angelic, and some very rare creatures that have gone extinct except for their powers.”

Possible power list for Harry James Potter

Transportation: shadow walking-being able to use shadow for travel, flicking- using flashes of light for travel, teleportation- instant transport to any point without wand (not ward bound)

Powers: telepathy, rune sight-magical foundation sight, elemental control, power absorption/conversion, trans-species healing ability, sexual allure/hunger, compulsion, blood lust, flight, second sight, present sight, wandless magic ability increase, enhanced senses, enhanced muscle strength, speed/agility, animagus form or general shape shifting, panlinguistics, and knowledge absorption.

WARNINGS: physical changes may occur such as muscle mass increase, frequent uncontrollable sexual arousal, vision change, facial features and appendages. Wand rejection may also occur it is best to be fitted for a spare custom wand.

          Harry looked up from the list with apprehension, “How likely am I to get all of these?”

          “Only a small number of people get more than two of the possibilities on their inheritance list, however not many people have that much to choose from, in short Mr. Potter, it’s up in the air on you. I wish you good luck, I feel your inheritance will be difficult at best.”

          “Griphook, I will need somewhere safe to stay. I can’t go back to the-my family, do you have any suggestions?”

          Griphook pointed to the stack of still unread papers in his inheritance stack, “All you need do Mr. Potter is pick a property and I will fashion a portkey to take you there when you leave. All your properties except Godrics Hollow and 12 Grimmauld Place are available and fully staffed and blood warded. But what will you do about your meeting with Dumbledore tomorrow?”

          Harry sat silently and sifted through the various properties while he thought about his future dealing with his Headmaster. “I will make the meeting and this meeting did not happen. I will stay at the Gryffindor Manor. Its

un-plottable and it should be secure, right?”

          “Any of the founder homes is impenetrable, I assure you, Mr. Potter. Would you like a tour of any of your vaults?”

          “I want to see the founder vaults, any containing spell books and weapons.” Harry’s mind was working overtime on a way to gain as much knowledge as possible in the month he had left before he returned to school. Oh he was returning, but not as the same naïve, muggle raised Golden boy. “Do have anything else to take care of with paperwork?”Harry asked the goblin.

          “Just the papers to sign to return all the misappropriated funds,” Griphook answered.

          “Leave the funds for the Weasley’s and Granger’s. I don’t know why their getting paid, but for the last six years they have risked their lives; they’ve earned their pay, but lost my trust. How long before Dumbledore learns about his dwindling funds?”

          “It can be immediate after your meeting tomorrow or a later date for dramatic effect. It is your money Mr. Potter.”

          “I will sign the papers now and send you a message when to take back the money, for now stop all future scheduled transfers of funds.” Harry grinned at the scheme taking shape in his head. Griphook took the signed paperwork and slip it into his desk. He stood and walked around the desk to Harry and gestured to the door.

          “Shall we go Mr. Potter, it is getting rather late. The portkey will be ready by the time we finish in the vaults.” Both men left the office on their way.

Meanwhile and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore composed a quick note to one Harry Potter.

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday, my boy, and welcome to adulthood. I will be there to escort you to Gringott’s Bank for an accounting of your inheritance and to escort you back home. This will be your final year at Hogwarts and you still have a monumental task ahead of you. I will arrive at your home at 12 o’clock sharp.

Your,

Albus Dumbledore

Dumbledore had no worries about being able to control his tool. He had used the most powerful binding spells to keep his inheritance locked away. He left just enough power to be accessible to take care of Tom, that foolish boy, and Harry die along with him. After Harry was gone he would have full access to his fortune and even more fame as the man who defeated Grinwald and trained the Boy-Who-Lived. Dumbledore couldn’t help but chuckle at himself as he called Fawks to deliver the letter to Harry.
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