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Harry arrived at Gringotts spot on at five o’clock and made his way to a teller. “Hello, I am here regarding a letter I sent a day ago about inconsistencies within my account?”
The goblin’s eyes widened a fraction before he hopped off his chair and motioned Harry to follow. They wandered down a warren of tunnels before finally arriving at a door which looked just like all the other ones they’d passed. The still unnamed goblin scratched once on the door and waited until something in the goblin language was said by whomever was on the other side. “Your new account manager, Warmesh,” the first goblin said.
Warmesh’s office was somewhere between militaristic opulence and utilitarian, somehow being both and neither all at once. The goblin himself looked, to Harry, almost like any other goblin he’d seen previously, other than the fact that he appeared to be wearing a Muggle three-piece pin-stripe suit. Warmesh cleared his throat. “Welcome, Mr Potter. I must admit to being surprised, both by the fact you wrote to us, and by the contents of your letter. It was received by the Chief Banker, Ragnok, who was quick to order an investigation. He found that your previous account manager, Griphook, had been bribed by your illegal magical guardian, Albus Dumbledore, to cast a mail ward on you so you could not receive letters which hadn’t been approved by your guardian. Additionally, he sealed your parents’ Will illegally, allowed Dumbledore to access your trust account after handing him the key, which let him take as many galleons as he wanted, and never sent you a single account statement letter. Griphook was beheaded and fed to a dragon, and I was promoted. I have removed the mail ward, placed all your undelivered mail in this sack,” he gestured to a bulging sack beside the desk, “made you a new key to your vault,” again he gestured, this time to a bronze key on the desk, “and had you emancipated.”
Harry blinked at the influx of information. “How did you emancipate me?”
“You participated in the Triwizard Tournament, which had a line added to its contract which stated that all champions had to be legal adults. You were not when you were entered by outside forces, but a line further up the contract stated that the guardian of a participant had to agree, so when Dumbledore didn’t stop you from competing, and he didn’t withdraw you, he accidentally set the circumstances which allowed for you to be emancipated. Basically, you were in an adults-only contest, your guardian didn’t withdraw you, which could be seen as he approved, which means he indirectly approved of you being an adult, so you became one when I did the paperwork.”
“Thank you,” Harry said. “I had planned on not going back to the people Dumbledore had me raised by this summer, but I didn’t know whether I’d actually be able to go ahead with the plan. So, what next?”
“Next, is your parents’ Will,” Warmesh said. “You may have realised during your time in Wizarding Britain that their society is… stuck in the late 1700s?”
Harry himself hadn’t really had the chance to observe such a thing, but Voldemort had. In fact, Voldemort had gained his followers from the Pureblood sect because he knew this. He had gone to a library near the orphanage the day after he’d first gone to Diagon Alley to research what the religious views, traditions, and customs were during that time, and had made himself act like that. He had said he was the Heir to a European Pureblood family, and since the British wizards had little to no contact with their brethren from the continent, no one ever checked up on it.
“I have noticed that, yes,” Harry said. “Why?”
“Well, the people of that time in the Muggle world had nearly identical opinions to those in magical Britain, Ireland, India, and South Africa now. Australia's and New Zealand's magical societies disregarded this when they became independent and are actually among the most enlightened magical societies in the world. Anyway, men are superior in every way, women are to remain pure until marriage and are the property of their fathers, then are to be domestic servants and the property of their husbands, and so forth. Obviously, this only remains true for anyone a part of an ancient wizarding family, but your father was raised that way, and your mother married into his family. She reportedly hated the way women were seen, but couldn’t change anything because she was a woman. So, as only men can make out a Will, your father’s will is valid even if he was the first to die of the two of them.”
Warmesh held out a scroll of parchment to Harry, who by now was seated in front of the desk. Harry took it.
I, James Fleamont Potter, Lord and Head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter, declare this to be my Last Will and Testament, and revoke all previous Wills and codicils.
ARTICLE I
If I am succeeded by my wife, Lily Marie Potter nee Evans, and my son and only child, Harry James Potter, my wife will be given joint custody of my son with his godfather, Sirius Orion Black. I ask that my wife be given sanctuary in his House, and a place in the household. If I am succeeded only by my wife, I ask the same in regards to sanctuary and place in the Black household. If I am succeeded only by my son, his godfather will be given sole custody. If he is unable or unfit to do this, the following houses, persons, or families are to be offered custody: The Ancient and Most Noble House of Longbottom, The Ancient House of Bones, Edward and Andromeda Tonks, Minerva McGonagall, The Orphanage of Magical Children.
ARTICLE II
I leave all my tangible personal property to my son and only child, Harry James Potter. Some of my monetary assets will be divided as follows:
1. To Remus John Lupin, a sum of 100 000 galleons, provided he use some of it to purchase an all new wardrobe of clothes and to get that huge library he’s always wanted.
2. To Sirius Orion Black, a sum of 100 000 galleons, provided he use it to set up that joke shop we always talked about, and to care for his Godson.
3. To Peter Michael Pettigrew, a sum of 100 000 galleons, provided he help Sirius to run the joke shop.
4. To the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, a sum of 10 000 galleons, provided they use it to recruit more Aurors and to update the wards surrounding Azkaban.
5. To St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, a sum of 10 000 galleons, provided they use it to open up a new magical malady research centre.
6. To my wife, Lily Marie Potter, I set up a trust of 200 000 galleons that only you and our son will be able to access and use.
ARTICLE III
All that remains, including my Lordship of the House of Potter, goes to my son and Heir, Harry James Potter. If he does not survive me, let the House of Potter be annulled, and my monetary and property assets be divided equally among Remus John Lupin, Sirius Orion Black, Peter Michael Pettigrew, the Ancient and Most Noble House of Longbottom, the Ancient House of Bones, Edward and Andromeda Tonks, and St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
I have signed this Will on the date, the 12 th of September, 1981.
James Potter
Witnesses:
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Lily Marie Potter
Account Manager Griphook, Executor of Will
Most informative, Harry decided. He was positive that before his… change, he would have ranted, raged, and destroyed things like he’d done in Dumbledore’s office, but now, he only felt smug satisfaction. Dumbledore hadn’t wanted him to find this, much less read it, yet he had. The Dursleys and Dumbledore never being mentioned in the Will meant that Dumbledore was in the wrong, and it was his legal right to kill his relatives, for illegal guardianship and abuse of the Heir to an Ancient and Most Noble House, and to kill Dumbledore, for illegal guardianship, subversion of the Will of the Lord of an Ancient and Most Noble House, and whatever else he could find to stick to him. He raised his head from the scroll to look at Warmesh.
“Is all in order?” the goblin asked.
Harry shook his head. “No, but it will be. I assume that as I am emancipated, I am allowed to say whether all of the Will gets carried out, and also to become Lord Potter?”
“Yes,” Warmesh said, pushing a ring box towards Harry. “In there is your Lordship ring. Is there a part of the Will you would not like carried out?”
“Pettigrew gets nothing, and obviously my mother and Sirius don’t get their money because they’re both dead. Other than that, no, the rest can happen because they all have provisos.”
“It shall be done,” Warmesh agreed, then moved on to the next subject once Harry had put the ring onto his right index finger and it had flashed and shrunk to fit. “Next is the Will of Sirius Orion Black, which is due to be read in five days. However, there is a rather… private matter in the Will which he requested you read before the reading so you could prepare for it. I have the extracted article, which will not be read on the day by anyone except yourself and the people it concerns, for you now.”
Harry took the parchment.
ARTICLE III
As a result of Andromeda Tonks, nee Black, being disowned, I was not able to do much except allow her disownment to be negated. However, an ancient part of the House Credo has come into play. Had I avoided Azkaban or been given my due trial and found innocent, I would have been able to prevent this from happening. Unfortunately, I was in Azkaban and had not accepted my Heirship in 1991, thus I was unable to ascend to the Lordship when my grandfather, Arcturus III died, and thus I could not negate the consequences within a year and a day of his Will reading. I am sorry, Andy, Ted, Tonks. The following paragraph is word for word from Arcturus’ Will, as I was instructed to do by a letter from him upon my ascension to Lord.
I, as the Lord of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, do find that a daughter of this House, formerly known as Andromeda Gaea Black, has sullied herself by eloping with the Muggleborn Edward Andrew Tonks. Further, I find she has borne him a daughter by the name of Nymphadora Andromeda Tonks. As a result of this merging of Mud and Old Magic Blood and said daughter signing the Credo upon her coming of age, any daughters she may have from this foul union shall be slaves of the Lord of the House of Black, and any sons she may have shall have their magic forcefully bound. This is my will, so mote it be.
Well, that was a surprise. He assumed that since he was allowed to read this, he was involved, and since the only other person the Will mentioned was the next Lord Black, this meant he was going to be the Lord of two very powerful Houses, and apparently he was going to have a slave.
Cool.
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Harry sat in the Will reading room five days later and considered all he’d done in the past five days. As it turned out, once he was Lord Potter, he could get tested for magical influence, as it was illegal to be used on anyone fifteen or older, but guardians had to give their permission for the testing. He apparently had half of his magic locked away under a magical binding, and he had another magical binding preventing him from accessing his Metamorphmagus abilities. There was a reason why he hadn’t had to have a haircut since he was seven, but he hadn’t been able to unconsciously access any other part of that ability.
Then there was his new-found wealth. Even without taking the Potter wealth into account, he was still filthy, stinking rich. Warmesh had allowed him access to the Black accounts because Harry was the next Lord Black, and the only thing keeping him from that role was a Will reading. Although the Blacks had been a Dark, bigoted family before Sirius, they had been extremely financially savvy, and they’d had excellent account managers to further their wealth. Realising what a powerful tool the Daily Prophet could be, the Blacks had provided its seed money all the way back in 1743, and had been gifted with a whopping 60% of the company shares. When the Blacks had all but died out during the first war, their account manager, a goblin by the name of Cragflesh, had hidden their name as several silent partners which all held seemingly low percentages of the company. After the war, the Ministry had quietly bought up all the shares it could, but upon finding themselves with only 40% of the Daily Prophet's shares and unable to track down the rest, they contented themselves with their supposed new superiority over the minds of the helpless sheep which made up Wizarding Britain. This had made the Daily Prophet pander to the Ministry’s demands, thus losing integrity, but now with a new Lord Black on the scene, Cragflesh could once again consolidate the Black shares and bring the Ministry to heel.
Harry thought it was somewhat odd to have two account managers, but knew that if he tried to promote one or the other, there may be clan wars because of the outrage, so when he’d met with Cragflesh the first time, he’d told him that he wanted the two of them to work together to make him as much money as they could. If that meant taking shares in Muggle companies, then so be it. As the Black wealth alone was around 25 million galleons, he couldn’t wait to officially get his hands on that money. The Potter wealth was less than half of that at only 12 million galleons, due to Dumbledore’s embezzlement and Griphook’s betrayal. Warmesh had been able to track down some of the Potter funds to a vault named Order funds, and assumed the rest of the missing 17 million galleons had gone to the same place. Harry had been incensed, but had calmed down quickly enough to realise if he did anything about it, he would be discovered, which was not something he wanted.
As a result of being Lord Potter, he had three properties: a manor in Dover which apparently had a private beach and a picturesque view of the White Cliffs of Dover, a beach-side cottage in Nice, France, and the house in Godric’s Hollow. He hadn’t been allowed to view the Black properties yet, but he would after the Will reading. He'd spent the last five days living in his new Dover manor, going through his accounts and finances, as well as fantasising what he was going to make Tonks do once she was his slave. Needless to say, he was very good at cleaning charms by the time those five days were up. Dobby had appeared on the third day after his arrival at the manor, and Harry had put him to work cleaning the house, fixing up the garden, and cooking. He was now expecting Winky to appear tomorrow, and would put her to cleaning the other houses he'd inherited from the Potter and Black families.
He shifted around in his seat, wishing he hadn’t thought to turn up half an hour early. However, there were only five minutes left before the reading would start, so he wasn’t surprised when people started to trickle in. First came Lady Narcissa Malfoy with her spoilt ferret-brat of a son, both with their noses in the air; the Tonkses were next, and he had to hold back a maniacal grin at the thought of what he’d do to Tonks once she was bound to him. His cock twitched. He was glad he was wearing his Hogwarts robes, since they were so voluminous and charmed to lie straight that no one would be able to tell if he was fully erect or totally flaccid. The Tonkses were quickly followed by a man in lime green Healer robes, presumably a representative from St Mungo’s. Next entered Lupin, who sat next to Tonks and spoke with her in a hushed voice. They were obviously arguing about something, and he wondered for a moment what it was about before pushing it to the side. He’d ask her later. Finally, Dumbledore and the Weasleys arrived, with Hermione tagging along, and Dumbledore saw him and rushed over.
“Harry, my boy, what are you doing away from the Dursleys?” Dumbledore asked.
“Actually, sir, I was only here so I could get some money to buy more quills and parchment for my homework, but when I said who I was to the tellers out front, they just said that they’d have it sorted out for me and in the meantime I had to sit in here. Why am I here, sir?” Harry said in as innocent a manner he could summon up.
Dumbledore’s expression flashed to angry for a moment, then it was gone and the kindly grandfather and Leader of the Light was back. “Well, my boy, it’s Sirius’ Will reading today. Didn’t you get the letter?”
Harry shook his head, and Dumbledore hummed. “The owl must have gotten lost. It does happen from time to time, but it’s still very rare. Happily, you’re here now. If you hadn’t been, I’d have gone straight to the Dursleys and told you what happened.”
“Thank you, sir,” Harry said, inwardly vomiting.
Dumbledore took his seat next to Mrs Weasley, and then Cragflesh entered. “Welcome one and all to the reading of Sirius Orion Black’s Will. According to the ledger, everyone mentioned is here and accounted for. Splendid. I shall now read out each article, unless I was given instructions by the late Lord Black to do otherwise.
I, Sirius Orion Black, Lord and Head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, declare this to be my Last Will and Testament, and revoke all previous Wills and codicils.
ARTICLE I
If I am succeeded by my godson, Harry James Potter, I hereby grant him emancipation.
Immediately, Dumbledore stood and objected. “Account manager, This is not Sirius Black’s right to give to Harry. I am his guardian, and as such I do not see Harry to be ready to take on all the cares and concerns of an adult.”
Cragflesh grinned menacingly. “I see. However, you are mistaken; Harry James Potter was granted emancipation when you allowed him to participate in the Triwizard Tournament last year. Sirius Black was, additionally, granted partial custody of Mr Potter when he came here early this year to make his Will, as Mr Potter’s father’s Will was very precise in stating that Sirius Black be granted this.”
“What?” Harry said. “You… you mean, I could have lived with him instead of the Dursleys?”
“Indeed, Mr Potter,” Cragflesh said, gleefully playing along.
Harry put on a heartbroken face. “He told me he’d figure out a way for that to happen, back in third year, so I wouldn’t be hurt by the Dursleys any more.”
“I protest—”
“Denied,” said Cragflesh. “Now, I shall continue with the Will.”
ARTICLE II
I leave all my tangible personal property to my godson, Harry James Potter. My monetary assets will be divided as follows:
1. To Remus John Lupin, a sum of 300 000 galleons, provided he get some new clothes and whatever books he wants. Siriusly though, you need new clothes, Mooney.
2. To the Ancient House of Weasley, a sum of 20 000 galleons, for being a second and true family to my godson when he needed you the most.
3. To Fred and George Weasley, a trust account containing 7000 galleons, for that brilliant joke shop idea of yours. With love, from Padfoot.
4. To Hermione Jean Granger, a sum of 5000 galleons, provided she use some of it to get books on house elves and how their bonds work. I recommend Claudius’ Compendium of Magical Creatures.
5. To St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, a sum of 10 000 galleons, provided they use some of it to properly research a cure for the Longbottoms.
6. To the Tonkses, a sum of 10 000 galleons and two vials of a potion which I’m sure you’ll need after this reading.
While the second article was being read, Harry watched everyone’s reactions. Remus was barely holding back tears, Mr and Mrs Weasley were profusely thanking Sirius for his generosity, Fred and George were in shock that they’d been taught by one of their idols and had lived under the roof of another, Hermione had a furrowed brow as though memorising the name of the book Sirius had recommended, the Healer had simply nodded that they would try their best, and the Tonkses looked ecstatic at the money, but confused at the potion. Dumbledore was incensed that neither he, nor the Order, had been granted any money. Harry knew the old goat hadn’t actually gotten an invitation. Ron looked furious he hadn’t gotten anything. The Malfoys were disappointed they hadn’t gotten any money so far, but still looked confident they would get something in the end.
Cragflesh cleared his throat. “I hold here four copies of Article III, which I was instructed to only allow the people it concerns to read.”
The pieces of parchment floated to Harry and the Tonkses. Harry read through it once again, just to activate the self-destruct charm which he’d been informed was on it, then put on a horrified and confused expression when another, larger piece of parchment popped into his hand which contained instructions on how to bond a family slave to him. He saw the three others finish reading and go into shock, and their expressions were genuine. Andromeda and Ted looked heartbroken.
“I shall continue with the fourth and final article,” Cragflesh said.
ARTICLE IV
As the Head of the House of Black, I declare that Bellatrix Lestrange’s marriage to Rodolphus Lestrange is hereby annulled, and she is cast out from the House of Black. All that was once hers is now returned to the House of Black.
As the Head of the House of Black, I declare that the same happens for Narcissa Malfoy. Her son, Draco, is fully disowned without a chance of ever being readmitted.
All that remains, including my Lordship of the House of Black, goes to my godson and Heir, Harry James Potter. If he does not survive me, let the House of Black be annulled, and my monetary and property assets be divided equally among Remus John Lupin, the Ancient House of Weasley, Edward and Andromeda Tonks, and St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
There was shocked silence for a few seconds, then there was pandemonium from the Malfoys and Dumbledore. All three were shouting about the impossibility of this happenstance, how there had obviously been some sort of mistake. Harry enjoyed the chaos before he was timidly approached by Tonks and her parents. “Er… Hi,” he started, putting up the image of confused young man.
“Hi, Harry,” Tonks said. Her hair was a shock of white.
“Mr Potter,” Ted Tonks acknowledged, and Andromeda nudged him slightly.
She curtseyed slightly and bowed her head in submission. “My Lord,” she said, “It is an honour to be a part of House Black again.”
Harry nodded his head jerkily as though he didn’t really know what he was meant to do. “It is an honour to receive you and yours into the House again,” he said in a formal matter, then dropped the tone. “I… I just wish it were under better circumstances.”
“As do we, Lord Potter-Black,” Ted Tonks said.
Tonks looked gobsmacked. “You can’t actually be thinking of going through with this, dad!”
“We have no choice, Dora, dear,” Ted said. “Your mother signed that horrid Credo two months before she met me, and she thought that disowning herself from House Black would prevent this from happening. It binds your mother to her agreement, and if she doesn’t comply, she will die. Since I’m bound to her through a magical marriage bond, I’ll die if she dies. Are you willing to watch us die slow, horrible deaths just so you can remain free?”
Tonks sniffed as tears began to roll down her face. “N-no, daddy. I just… slavery?”
Andromeda laid a hand on her shoulder. “You’ve grown up mostly in the Muggle world with us, and you’ve been sheltered from the traditions and customs I grew up with. Basically, Wizarding Britain is still stuck in the late 1700s, where we signed the Statute of Secrecy. Women are their father’s or husband’s property, we cannot own anything, and most are little better than domestic slaves who pop out children and submit to their husbands whenever he feels like it. Slavery also exists, and although it was winding down and going out of fashion for the Muggles, once the Statute was signed, the Purebloods ratcheted it up again. It’s the dirty little secret of this country, yet everyone who’s half-blood and up knows about it.”
Tonks looked like she was about to hyperventilate, so Harry butted in gently. “Tonks, remember, I grew up in the Muggle world. This is as new to me as it is to you! At least you know me, you know how I’ll treat you.”
Tonks sniffled and nodded as she calmed down, and Harry noted that the chaos outside of himself and the Tonkses was calming down. He had to act fast. “Look, we’ll talk about this later, okay? Let’s get out of here for now.”
The four made their way to the exit, only to be stopped by Cragflesh. “Lord Potter-Black, here is a portfolio of all Black finances, properties, and shares. Mr and Mrs Tonks, here is your money and the two potions. The late Lord Black insisted you take the potions before exiting.”
Harry took his portfolio and watched in curiosity as the two parents did as asked. Their eyes clouded over, and Cragflesh motioned for Harry to leave with Tonks. Harry did so, taking a confused Tonks by the arm and leading her towards a Floo. Harry had heard of the potion the Tonkses had taken, but had never seen its effects in person. It was a modified Forgetfulness Potion, keyed to one person. It would make them forget said person in the most general sense; Cragflesh had said that Sirius had engineered the potion so that Andromeda and Ted would still remember they once had a daughter, but they would be totally uninterested in finding out what happened to her, and they would also be uninterested in ever having a child again, as they remembered the Will mentioning what would happen if they did. Sirius had wanted them to forget their heartbreak, and the only way he’d discovered to do that was to erase the existence of their daughter from their minds.
“Potter Dover manor,” Harry intoned as he threw Floo powder into the fireplace, then stepped in with Tonks. He closed his eyes and waited for the Floo to take him where he’d spent the last five days.
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