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a not so golden life	By : eleonora_kleopatra Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19732 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I don't own either the Harry Potter nor any other characters and places named in this fic. And I also don't make any money out of it.

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˜ notes ˜

' thoughts '

° letter°

CHAPTER 1

When Harry arrived in his room, he put Hedwig's cage on his desk and started unpacking his trunk.

Later in the afternoon, he went out to buy some groceries, and in the same time, he bough himself some notebooks and pens, because he wanted to write all his thoughts about Dumbledore and what happend in his life since his parents death until Sirius' death, down and didn't want to use expensive parchment for it.

When he came back, he started cooking and while the food was in the oven, he started writing down his thoughts.

˜ Dumbledore left a fifeteen month old baby lying outside on a doorstep in the night from halloween to the first of november. Who leaves a baby outside during night in a basket with nothing than a thin blanket and a letter?! He could have frozen to death. Didn't he think? ˜

˜ Plus, he was left with his aunt and her family, when he'd have had a godfather. Every child knows, that a child, who looses it's parents, is taken care of by its godparents. And Sirius hadn't been arrested until the sixth of november. That's almost a week after he was left at the Dursleys. So, why wasn't he left with his godfather? ˜

˜ Once, when he talked with Hermione how it was for her when she had had her first trip to the wizarding world, she told him, that she received a visit by professor McGonagall, wo gave her her Hogwarts letter and, during a few visits, told her everything she had to know beforehand about the school and about being a witch. And aparently, that's how it is with every muggleborn or child who grew up in the muggle world, be it in an orphanage, a foster family or living with the non magical part of its parents. He, on the other side, got his letter by owl, and got letter after letter, because of his uncle. And in the end, he got a visit from Hagrid, who might be a nice guy and all, but definitely wasn't suited to introduce an unknowing eleven year old to the wizarding world. He also didn't know about being a celebrity until he got overwhelmed with fans in the Leaky Cauldron. Later, he got told by Dumbledore, that he didn't want Harry to grow up with his fame, so he could have a good childhood without lots of false friends and being used by people who wanted him to push their power and influence. As if being treated worse than a houself would be a good childhood, and after that, being thrown into a world where he was The celebrity, would be any better than growing up with the knowledge of his public status. ˜

Since the food was ready, he prepared the table and called his family for dinner. The meal was like every other meal since they got to know about Sirius Black being Harrys godfahter the previous year. Aunt Petunia was eating without saying a word to him or taking a glance in his direction, Uncle Vernon was scowling at him, but also didn't say anything, and Dudley was watching TV and stuffing his face with the food.

After they finished eating, Harry got up to do the dishes and afterwards went upstairs to his room, taking his notebook and pen with him. In his room, there was an unknown owl waiting for him with a letter, that was sealed with wax with a "G" imprinted in it. He was curious about whom the letter was from. He took it from the owl and gave it some owl treats, then he opened the letter.

° Dear Mister Harry James Potter

We are sorry to tell you that it isn't possible, that the estates and the money, as well as evereything in the Black family vaults you interited from your late godfather Sirius Black, who made you his heir, can be given to one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and one Ginevra Molly Weasley, besides him being your surrogate grandfather and her being your betrothed, as you asked us to in your letter from the twentyseventh of june.

Please come to Gringotts as soon as possible so we can sort everything out. Your legal guardian will be allowed to this meeting, but no one get here without problem, please hold on to this letter and speak the word "inheritance" and it will act as a portkey directed to the bank's vice director Frampook.

Sincerely

Griphook, Assistant to vice director Frampook °

To say, that Harry was fuming, was an understatement. 'How could he? HOW COULD HE? As if it wasn't enough, that he had to grow up with his aunt's family, who hates magic and that he just lost his godfather, his only hope of ever getting a real family, no, he also had to go and try to get everything he should inherit from his beloved late godfather, the money, the estates, wherever and how much there might be of them, he didn't know, he also wasn't interested in it right now. And why was there Ginny of all people mentioned and called his betrothed...? He really didn't get it. So, everything he could do right now, will be going to Gringotts and find out.' Harry said good bye to his owl, got hold of the letter and spoke the word activating the portkey.

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When he looked around to see, where he had landed, he saw a room with some comfortable chairs along a wall, a desk on the opposite side of the room and two doors. Behind the desk sat a goblin, whom Harry recognized from his first visit to Gringotts about five years ago, who stood up and came over from behind his desk to greet him.

"Hello, mister Potter. Vice director Frampook is ready to see you. Please, follow me."

Harry followed the goblin through one of the doors into an exquisit furnished office, where he was greeted by another goblin. "Hello, mister Potter. I'm glad you could make it so soon to meet up."

"My greetings, vice director Frampook. And thank you for the letter, I didn't know about an inheritance at all, neither did I know that Sirius made me his sole heir. All I know from Gringotts, was, that I have my single vault here, where I always get my gold to buy my school stuff and some pocket money for the school year. I also haven't ever before gotten a single letter from your bank, ever."

"That's impossible. We sent you every three months a report about your account movements. And you own more than one single vault. Something went really wrong here. Griphook, could you please get everything about the Potter vaults since the death of the late Mr. and Mrs. Potter and also the letter and everything else concerning the Black vaults since the same date, plus an inheritance potion, just to be sure that nothing else got pampered with?"

The goblin who brought him into the vice director's office, left to get all those required papers and said potion.

Frambook returned to Harry.

"I'm sorry, mister Potter. Something seems to be seriousely wrong here. Just one question before we get all requestet documents. Who gave you your key for your trust vault?"

"I got my key when I got here the first time to buy my school supplies from Hagrid. And I guess, Hagrid might have got it from professor Dumbledore, since he told me, that professor Dumbledore send him to deliever my letter and show me to Diagon Alley", Harry answered, still shocked about everything he just got to know.

"In this case, we'll have to look into this as well. And now, would you like to have a seat?" Frambook showed Harry to one of the comfortable looking chairs in front of his desk.

After Harry and Frambook sat down, the door opened and Griphook came back."I've brought you the documents and the potion you asked for, Frambook."

"Thank you, Griphook."
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