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Cannot Save You Now	By : tigrelilje Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 2
Harry stepped out of the dingy Leaky Cauldron with his Father, Blaise, and Blaise’s mother, Anastasia Zabini. The bright colors and noises of Diagon Alley assaulted Harry and brought a moment of nostalgia. He shook it off quickly before turning to Tristan.
“Father, we should go to Gringotts first and see whether I still have any money to my name,” Harry suggested. Blaise and his mother nodded their heads in agreement.
“Alright,” Tristan agreed easily. “It has been a long time since I set foot in a Wizarding bank,” he added wistfully.
The group set off down Diagon Alley towards the white marble monstrosity that was Gringotts bank. Harry had to wonder why the bank was so tall if everything of import was buried deep underground. Glancing to the side, Harry noticed the Magical Menagerie, and another piece of his revenge puzzle clicked into place. This thought was immediately was followed by thoughts of Hedwig. He almost stopped in the middle of the road as he thought of his owl for the first time in almost a month.
“Father?” Tristan turned to Harry with a raised eyebrow. “Do you know what became of my snowy owl Hedwig?” Harry inquired.
“I believe there may be a recently arrived snowy owl in our owlery back home. I think I recall one of the maids complaining about some feathery white beast putting all the other birds in their place or some such,” Tristan replied. Harry smiled; that sounded like his Hedwig. He would have to go visit the owlery to see her and apologize profusely for his negligence. And find a way to glamour her to a different color if he were to continue using her as his owl.
They arrived at Gringotts and went to the first goblin that was available. Harry thought that it might actually have been the goblin that showed him to his vaults in first year, Griphook. He had to wonder how that tidbit of information had stayed with him all these years.
“Griphook?” Harry asked, a bit hesitantly, but to a non-vampire it would have seemed perfectly confident. The goblin looked up in surprise before his expression turned to one of suspicion. As though he recognized Harry but couldn’t quite believe the conclusions that he was drawing.
“May I help you, sir?” Griphook asked. Apparently he had decided to play it safe and neutral.
“Yes, I would like to meet with someone, in private, about my vaults,” Harry responded. This was not a conversation he wanted to be overheard by anyone. He wasn’t sure if the Wizarding world had been informed of his death. He had been isolated in France with his Father; even Blaise and Anastasia had spent the summer with them. Perhaps the goblins would be able to fill them in once they were in private. Assuming he was granted a private audience.
Griphook eyed him for a moment before he seemed to find the answer he was looking for. He nodded his head before indicating that Harry should follow him. He looked at the others sharply when they started to follow but Harry reassured him that he wanted them present. Griphook nodded before leading them off of the main chamber and down a hallway before entering a simple room.
“At the risk of sounding presumptuous,” Griphook began immediately as he settled behind the desk, “you are Mr. Potter, I presume?”
Harry smiled a full smile, partly to display his set of fangs and partly out of delight. He wondered how wizards thought these brilliant creatures were beneath them.
“Of course,” Harry responded. “At the risk of sounding presumptuous in return,” Harry started, “I assume you can gather the reason for my desire for a private audience and possibly even the questions I have,” he paused before adding, “Is my death common knowledge or has it been hidden?”
“You have been reported missing and most believe that you are probably dead. Some know that you are,” he said significantly.
“Well, that’s something,” Harry muttered. He had fully expected a large cover up of his death to keep morale in the Wizarding world. “Alright, so can I still access my vaults or does my death complicate things?”
“Not at all, Mr. Potter-,” Griphook began.
“Please,” Harry interrupted, “it is Mr. Renard now. Potter wasn’t even my real human name, apparently,” he added bitterly.
“Of course, Mr. Renard,” Griphook corrected, while sending a surprised look to Tristan. Ah, so the goblins knew of the elusive vampiric leader. “And yes, as far as the goblins are concerned, you are still… alive, for lack of a better word. And actually, I believe we have some documents that are long overdue for you to view. These would have been shown to you when you entered Gringotts the first time but your magical guardian decided to wait until you came of age at 17.”
“Wait, what magical guardian?” Harry questioned suspiciously, already having a good idea of who the goblin was speaking of and not happy with the idea.
Griphook paused for a moment before saying, “Albus Dumbledore, of course. He was the one to raise you, was he not?”
“No,” Harry ground out, with increasing fury. Tristan gave his arm a subtle squeeze and he felt his rage subside to a manageable level. He would have to ask Tristan why rage and hatred seemed to be the only emotions that could break through the blanket that seemed to separate him from his other emotions. He took a deep breath before continuing, “No, he did not raise me. I was raised by my mother’s muggle sister and her family. I was not even aware of the Wizarding world until I was eleven.”
Griphook stared at him for a moment in what could only have been shock before saying in a hard voice, “Well then, it is definitely time for you to see these documents. And of course, as a vampire, you no longer have need of a magical guardian. Your Sire automatically takes that place if it is ever required. And as far as your current guardian is aware, you are dead unless you see fit to inform him otherwise.”
He pulled a stack of papers out from one of the desk drawers and placed them on top. Harry had to assume that the desk was magically connected to the location where important documents were stored within Gringotts and that a goblin could summon the ones they needed at will.
“The first paper here,” Griphook began, “is the Will of Mr. and Mrs. Potter. The second is the Will of Mr. Sirius Black. The third is a listing of the vaults that are now in your possession and the properties that you own. And lastly,” he paused for a moment before finishing, “is a personal letter from your mother.”
Harry took the documents when Griphook offered them to him. The first was his parents’ Will. It was rather simple. He was the sole heir of all things Potter, including the title of Lord Potter. What did catch his eye was that if anything were to happen to his parents, he was to go into the care of Sirius Black, his godfather. If Sirius was not available, then either Remus Lupin or Severus Snape. While the first two options were not surprising in the least, the choice of Snape was and seemed to lend credence to his growing suspicion of the identity of his real father.
“Griphook,” Harry asked, as calmly as he could, when he was done reading, “if the choices for my guardians were supposed to be Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, or Severus Snape, then how was Albus Dumbledore appointed as my magical guardian and why was I left to be raised by muggles?”
Griphook frowned fiercely for a moment before responding, “It would appear that some foul play was at hand after the death of your parents. I doubt I would be able to find the goblin that blatantly ignored the wishes of your parents in favor of those of Albus Dumbledore.”
Harry sensed only the truth from Griphook, so he nodded before moving onto the Sirius’ Will. It was in the past and he couldn’t change it, but he would exact revenge if he ever discovered the identity of the goblin who had allowed the oversight. Sirius’ Will was also a simple document, stating that Harry was the sole heir of all things Black, including the title Lord Black. Harry was momentarily amused that he seemed to be collecting titles. Though he was vaguely sad about Sirius’ death, he was also aware that Sirius may have seen him more as a mini-James than as just Harry.
And here, I know for a fact that James wasn’t even my father, Harry thought, with a touch of bitterness. Once again, someone had been expecting Harry to be someone he wasn’t. Even my REAL father made that mistake, he thought viciously.
He glanced through the properties and vaults that belonged to him before picking up his mother’s letter. He could study his holdings in more detail later. He chanced at Blaise, who gave him an encouraging nod, before he glanced at his Father. Tristan just returned a level look to him, providing Harry with his silent support. Turning back to the letter, Harry slowly eased his finger under the seal before quickly breaking it. He unfolded the old piece of parchment before beginning to read.
My dearest Harry,
If you are reading this, then I am so sorry that I was not there for you while you were growing up. Had I been, I would have explained everything in this letter to you directly and there would have been no need for you to receive this.
First, let me say that I loved you with every bit of my heart. Never had I been more proud of anything I had done in my life before I held you in my arms that very first time. No matter where you are in life right now, know that I still love you and always will. I will be proud no matter what choices you make.
This next part will undoubtedly be a shock to you. James Potter, while my husband and best friend, is not your father or the man that I love. James knows this and loves you still. A man by the name of Severus Snape is your real father, but it is not be safe for any to know this information. James and I performed a blood glamour on you immediately and I can only assume that it is still in effect. The only ways for it to break are in your death or if Severus himself broke it. If you do not yet know your father and meet him, I ask that you be patient with him before writing him off. He has many bitter layers covering his heart and it may take time for you to reach the man underneath.
You must be wondering why James would not be upset at the idea of be being with another man, but while we both loved each other as close friends, we each had our own true love that would not have been okay in the eyes of the Light, and so we reached an agreement that would serve us both. Had James’ conceived his own child, they would have been named the Potter heir but at the moment, you are the only child and get the honor of being named the Potter heir. I have not yet been able to confide in your father that you are his and there’s a good chance that I was not able to inform him before my death. If this is the case, then he may have seen you with the blood glamour to disguise you at James’ and assumed that I was not faithful. You must understand, Severus was always a very insecure man and seemed to have trouble believing that I was only in love with him.
James and I kept your father (and James’ true lover) a secret because we began to distrust Albus Dumbledore. Shortly before you were born, we started to see another side to the man that did not sit well with us. I have always prided myself on having good instincts and I was not about to start ignoring them with your safety at hand. I am not sure if Albus has insinuated himself into your life yet, but please, my son, take my warning to heart and think twice before giving your trust to him.
I love you my darling son, always and forever.
Love,
Mum
Harry stared at the letter for a moment before folding it back up. So, Severus really was his human father. He pushed the anger and betrayal he felt away to think about later. He understood Severus’ dilemma but the treatment he had received from that man all these years, because Severus had presumed that he was really the spawn of James Potter…
A thought occurred to Harry and he quickly flipped back to the list of property that he owned. Yes, there it was. Potter Manor. And it was not located in Godric’s Hollow. So what had his parents been doing hiding from Voldemort in what could be considered little more than a shack?! He wondered if Dumbledore was behind this manipulation. All the old pureblood manors had blood wards, which were impenetrable and far more reliable than a Fidelius Charm. Wards could not spill your secret but a Secret Keeper could. It was another thing he would have to investigate this upcoming year.
He scanned down the list of vaults that he had in more detail now and noticed that each vault had a list of transactions that had taken place in the last year. He noticed that monthly transactions were taking place in regards to the Potter vault that he was most definitely not responsible for.
“Griphook,” he questioned, dangerously, “could you give me more details concerning the transactions taking place from the Potter vault?”
“Of course, Mr. Renard,” Griphook replied before withdrawing another piece of parchment from the desk and studying it for a moment with furrowed eyebrows before handing it to Harry.
“It would seem that your magical guardian is withdrawing funds on a monthly basis and distributing some to the Weasley family vault and keeping the rest,” Griphook stated with disapproval heavy in his voice.
Harry was furious. He wondered if the Weasley family knew they were receiving his money or if Dumbledore kept that to himself. He assumed the rest of the stolen money was being used to fund the Order, but perhaps Albus was just keeping it for himself. Either way, the man was guilty.
“That needs to be stopped immediately,” Harry said forcefully. “Is there any way to recollect all the money back that he took from me?”
“Unfortunately, he was officially recorded as your magical guardian, so no. He was within his rights,” Griphook seemed personally offended with the whole situation. Harry couldn’t blame him. Goblins were known for being viciously precise when dealing with gold and the whole scenario screamed of foul play. “However, we can stop all access to this vault by anyone other than yourself immediately.”
“Please do.” Harry was provided with a paper to sign and the problem was taken care of.
“Thank you for all of your help, Griphook,” Harry said as he stood up to leave.
“Not at all,” the goblin replied. He glanced at the others before saying, “I am glad you seem to have found a better life, Mr. Renard. It was a pleasure doing business with you.”
Harry gave the goblin a smile and a nod before he and the others left the room.
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When Harry and his group reached the main entry hall of Gringotts, Harry spotted a flash of red out of the corner of his eye and quickly stopped the others and pushed them back to blend into the shadows.
“What’s the matter?” Blaise hissed.
“The Weasleys are here,” Harry replied, absolutely no emotion in his voice for once. “The opportunity has presented itself for me to discover what they know of the origins of the money that they receive.”
Harry directed his gaze to his Father for a moment, which reflected the dark anger in his own, before he cocked his head to eavesdrop on the quiet conversation Molly Weasley was having with the goblin helping her. Harry thanked the supreme senses he had inherited with his transition into vampirism as he was able to clearly hear the conversation.
“What do you mean, there’s no money in the vault? You must be mistaken, look again,” Mrs. Weasley was demanding in a furious whisper.
“I’m sorry ma’am, but there is no mistake,” the goblin replied in a bored tone. Harry had the distinct impression that the creature was enjoying Mrs. Weasley’s mounting fury.
“There is always money in this vault,” she exclaimed, though in a much quieter voice than Harry thought she was capable of. She quickly got herself back under control as she continued, “Whenever I have come in the past, a set amount of galleons was transferred from the vault of Harry Potter at the time of my arrival as long as I only came once a month. It has been over a month, there should be no problem!”
Well, that as good as answered Harry’s question. The Weasley children (and Hermione, he noticed) were standing too far away to hear Molly’s conversation, so Harry could only assume that they were not aware of the financial theft their parents were taking part in. At least part of his revenge toward the Weasley family had already begun when he cut off the funds from his vault. It was time to start plotting their complete destitution, however.
He had to wonder if there was anything else they were being paid for. He assumed that taking him in during the summer was one reason for the money. He wondered if they had been paid to befriend him. That was one thing that occurred to Harry after his change. Why had the Weasleys, a pureblood family, arrived at King’s Cross Station the muggle way when he had first met them, conveniently without the knowledge of how to access the platform so they could show him? He was fairly certain no other self respecting pureblood would mingle with muggles. And even the ones that don’t respect their heritage, he thought snidely.
This wasn’t an answer he could find without direct questioning, so he let it go for now. But he had the feeling that his suspicion was correct. And that was only one more reason for him to let the Wizarding world tear themselves apart in their idiotic war.
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