Darkmoon and LIght

A/N. For those of you reading this for the first time, you have my many thanks for you time. For those of you reading once again, you may notice that I have rewritten many parts, and have added to the story. Which of course made me redo where the chapters ended. I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for your patience. Vbollman.
Disclaimer- don't own them, don't want them (except for Snape) Just like playing with them.
Thanks to Kei and Sandra for their Betaing job. Much luv to both of you.

Chapter Four.

Severus Snape walked into Gringotts hoping that the letter his son wrote would work. Luckily for him, he had picked a dead time of the day to make his request. Using the nearest teller, he looked across at the sneering goblin and had to fight back a sneer of his own.

"I would like to see Griphook, please,” he asked, choking on the word please.

"May I ask what your business is with Griphook?”

"Just that, my business.” He honestly could not resist. He added a sneer for effect.

"One moment please.”

Snape was forced to wait for almost half an hour before another Goblin joined him. “I am Griphook. How may I help you?”

Snape looked at the newest Goblin and reined in his surprise. This one was a manager. A low level one, but a manager none the less. “I have a letter for you from one of my students. I suggest you read it in a secure place,” he said in a tone of voice that made sure his reply wouldn't carry any farther.

Griphook gave the man a long look. He vaguely recalled him but at the moment could not place him, he knew he would figure it out within a few minutes. “If you would follow me, I'm sure that we will be able to handle your needs in one of our private conference rooms,” he stated calmly instead.

Snape was impressed. No questions asked, and Griphook made is sound to anyone listening that it was Snape himself that needed the privacy. He followed along the diminutive Goblin, barely checking his longer stride. When Griphook ushered him into a small room, and followed him in, he was surprised to see a higher level Manager.

"Mr. Snape, this is my supervisor Ironhand. I'm assuming that the student in question is Harry Potter?”

Raising one eyebrow, he gave both Goblins a long look. “May I ask how you figured that out?”

"Simple, Sir. He's the only student I know that would require that you ask that I read a letter from him in a warded room, in fact he's the only student who would ask for me personally.”

Give the Goblin a sharp nod of understanding, Snape handed the letter over and sat back to wait for any questions.

"Mr. Snape, how much are you allowed to tell us? The reason I ask is because we have been trying to get hold of Mr. Potter since the middle of June.”

"I am authorized to answer any question I know the answer for.”

"Very well. The only question we really need answered is quite important. Do you know how we can contact him for the reading of his Godfather’s Will?”

After giving the Goblins a considering look, he finally answered. "May I have the use of a Floo connection? I cannot allow him to come here, as he has been ordered to stay in bed by a Medi-Witch, so you will understand when I say that he cannot travel. If you would like I can set up a meeting for you to go to him.”

"That would be best. When our business here is done today, you may use the private Floo in the security office.”

Inclining his head in acknowledgment, Snape sat back and waited for the two goblins to read his son's letter.


~Griphook,

I am in need of money from my vault, but am unable to retrieve it for myself. I would like you to allow Professor Snape full access to my account at any time.

He is the only person I can trust with my life, and everything in it at this time.

If there is anyone else that has access to my vault please discontinue allowing them said access until you have contacted me.

On the same note I would like to set up a meeting to have everything pertaining to my account with you, explained to me.

Thank you for all of your help.

Harry James Potter.

Blinking in surprise Griphook handed the letter over to Ironhand. After scanning the letter Ironhand looked up in surprise at the Potions Master. “Mr. Potter only mentions one of his vaults in this letter. Is he unaware of the rest of his vaults?”

"How many vaults does he have? If you are allowed to tell me, that is.”

"Mr. Potter has given you full access to his account. Anything you ask of us in his name, we are required to answer. As the last of the Potter Line, he is in fact Head of the Potter Family and has inherited everything from the Potter Line. As to how many Vaults he has, I am unable to tell you because at the moment I do not know. Also, as soon as the paperwork is taken care of, he will also have access to the complete Black fortune and holds the title Head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. To give you a ball park figure, Mr. Potter is the wealthiest Wizard alive.”

"Merlin,” Snape breathed out. “And he has no idea.”

"Did you read his letter?”

"No. Is there a reason I should?”

"Mr. Potter has asked that we freeze any access to his accounts from everyone but himself and you. He would also like to set up a meeting between us and him.”

Snape leaned back in his chair and folded his hands together, and proceeded to ignore the two goblins across from him as he thought out what to do. Finally looking up he gave the Goblins a small smirk. “I would like for you to take one of the smaller vaults that Mr. Potter has in his control and divert it into a new account under the name Damian Star. Is there anyway possible for him to be able to use it in the Muggle world without coming in here to make the exchange?”

"Of course. We have a deal with the Royal Treasury. We will be able to give him a banking card, credit cards, and for in the case of an emergency he will also be able to make cash withdrawals from any Muggle bank as long as he has his banking book with him.”

"Good, that will make shopping for the Brat so much easier.”

The two Goblins gave each other amused looks. It seemed that the feared Potions Master (and yes, they had heard all the stories about the evil git of the dungeons) actually liked the Potter boy… not that they would ever say that to anyone outside of the room.

"If you like, Mr. Snape we can arrange to have all of Mr. Potter’s banking needs ready for him within a day. If you would like to arrange a time that we can visit with Mr. Potter, we will deliver it to him personally and explain how to use it. At the same time we can have Mr. Black's Will read. We only have to get hold of the Malfoy family so they can either attend or have a private reading. The rest of Mr. Black's Estate has already been handled through Albus Dumbledore.”

"Are you telling me that Albus Dumbledore had Sirius Black's will read without Mr. Potter being in attendance?”

"Yes Sir. He said something about Mr. Potter having to stay where he was for his own protection.”

"Indeed. I believe that you will have to explain that to both myself and Mr. Potter at the same time.”

"As you wish. Would you like Mr. Potter’s Muggle account set up under the name Damian Star as well?”

"I believe that that would be best. If you give me a few moments I will be able to give you a day and time to come to Malfoy Manor for the meeting.”

"Mr. Potter is staying in Malfoy Manor!” Surprise came from both Goblins.

"Yes. At the moment he is staying with the Malfoys. His Muggle relatives were found to be unfit guardians.”

Ironhand gave the Potions Master a penetrating look. Nodding his head in acknowledgment of what was not said, he waved his hand towards Griphook in an unspoken order to show Snape where the private Floo was. As the two walked off to the next room, he started filling out the paperwork to get Mr. Potters accounts audited and to start the transfer to a new account for Mr. Damian Star. He knew that he could rush the new account so that it would be ready in a matter of minutes instead of days.

Fifteen minutes later Griphook returned with Snape, followed by another Goblin carrying everything Mr. Potter would need to shop in both the Muggle world and the Magical world.

"Ironhand here are the documents you requested for Mr. Star. I do believe everything is in order so that the only thing left to do is for him to sign the paperwork."

"Ah, thank you. You may go." After the new Goblin left, Ironhand handed the packet containing everything Mr. Star would need to survive in either world over to Snape. "You will also need to sign the paperwork. I had the foresight to have two of everything made so that you also may access this account." Ironhand told him.

"That works. Lucius has said that you may join us at the Manor right away. He figures it would be best since Mr. Potter is awake at the moment, and you never know just when or for how long he manages to stay awake."

"Very well. Shall we go then. I have the paperwork that needs his signature with me. Along with Mr. Black’s Will."

"Indeed. Let’s get this over with, and get the Brat's accounts back under his control." Standing once more, Snape made his way back to the fireplace with the two Goblins following. Calling out for Malfoy Manor, they all disappeared in a swirl of green flames.

~~hp~~

After disconnecting the Floo from Severus's call, Lucius Malfoy walked through the halls of the Manor making his way up to Harry's room. Stopping at the doorway, he watched as Draco and Harry talked quietly together as they did their summer homework, or as the case may be pretended to do their summer work. Or as much of it as they could do in their shared classes. Smiling at the sight of both dark and light hair he cleared his throat to let the two boys know that he was there.

"If I may ask what the two of you are plotting?"

"Us, what ever gave you the idea that we were plotting something?" Harry's bright green eyes laughed up at him.

"Honestly Father. We don't even like each other enough to plot together." Cool grey eyes regarded him with mild disdain. The effect was spoiled when Draco had to duck away from the pillow Harry threw at him.

"Malfoy you are such a prat," Harry laughed.

"I see that you have managed to somehow corrupt my Godson." A second voice said from behind Lucius.

Wide green eyes snapped up in surprise before amusement flooded through them again. "Me corrupt him? I thought it was supposed to be the other way around. I mean the big bad Dark Wizard thing and all." Harry said, trying to hold back his giggles as Draco threw a balled-up piece of parchment at him.

"Impertinent Brat." Severus said with a small sneer.

"Why thank you Professor. I never knew you cared," Harry replied with a wide smile.

"Enough of this. A couple of the Goblins are here to see you. They brought your Godmutt's Will." The sneer was more pronounced this time.

Harry returned the sneer with one of his own. "Must you refer to my Godfather that way?"

"Yes. Now call that demonic house elf of yours, and request refreshments for your guests."

Harry rolled his eyes before snapping his fingers and calling for Dobby. It was the first time that Draco had seen Harry summon any Elf, as they all seemed to have anticipated his every need. In this case the hyper active Elf managed to figure out just what Harry needed from him, before he was asked.

"Mr. Harry Potter Sir, I is bringing these for your guests. Make sure that you eat." With that, he was gone.

"He's worse the Molly Weasley," Harry groaned.

"And it's entirely your fault," Lucius was kind enough to inform him.

"Thank you very much." Spying the two Goblins standing behind Lucius, Harry's smile once more lit up the room when he recognized Griphook.

"Griphook, come in, and bring your friend. I would get up to greet you but I would be killed if I even thought about getting out of this bed." He said brightly.

"Then stay where you are young man. I see no need to have the others mad at me for giving you an excuse to leave the object of your torture." Griphook joked back. "This is Senior Manager Ironhand. Professor Snape has been dealing with him on your behalf."

Moving to the edge of his bed, Harry made sure that he kept both feet off the ground. He knew that if one toe touched down, he would have both Malfoys, Snape and any number of house elves, yelling at him, never mind the Dragon Lady of the hospital ward. Holding out his hand, he greeted the new Goblin. "Welcome to what the others insist is my room. Please make your self comfortable."

"Thank you Mr. Potter. I hope you will be feeling better soon."

"Thank you Ironhand, but if my captors have anything to say in this, I'll be here until school starts again." Harry told him. "Professor Snape said you have my Godfathers Will?" he questioned.

"Indeed I do. I'm going to make this short, and instead of reading to you all of that dry legal stuff, I'll just tell you what it says. As Sirius Black's only Heir, almost the entire Black Estate is now yours including the title Head of Family. He had the foresight to make two different wills just in case, and the first one was read at Hogwarts just after the end of last term. In that one he told of the existence of this one, and that it would only be read in your presence. The reason the Malfoys are here is because he left a small secured home in the Canadian Wilderness to young Mr. Malfoy, along with the stipulation that if he did turn his back on the Dark Lord, he would gain access to his Family Heritage, and three vaults that are all in his name. If he did not turn his back on the Dark Lord he would still receive his Family Heritage on his 25th birthday but nothing other then the house in Canada."

Harry and Draco stared at each other in shock, before Harry's eyes snapped up to his Fathers. "Explain in terms I would understand."

Heaving a sigh Snape thought of a way to put this all in to perspective. "We'll start with the fact that you are still a Brat. And then go on to say that as Black's Godson, he left almost every thing to you. The Blacks are one of the oldest and wealthiest Families around. Combine that with the Potter Fortune, and you are the wealthiest Wizard alive, you can also throw in the Snape Fortune, since you are now Heir to that as well. And before you ask, Ironhand is already working on having your accounts audited to find out how much you really have, and has frozen all the activity on them except from you and me."

"Thank you Professor." Harry said softly before sinking deep in thought. A few minutes later he looked at Ironhand. "Is there a way to keep the knowledge of our access to the account away from Dumbledore? If he finds out, he will be able to trace my whereabouts to here, and I have no desire to see him at the moment."

Ironhand gave him a shrewd look before handing over the paperwork he had brought with him. "We have already worked out that solution. These are the documents that you would use in the Muggle world. They are directly connected through the Royal Treasury to your Gringotts account under the name of Damian Star. There is no way for any one to trace this account back to you. All you need to do is sign and add a drop of your blood. Professor Snape needs to do the same thing for him to have access to the same account." he told Harry.

Harry took the paperwork, and after scanning it, accepted the quill that Draco handed him and added his assumed name to everything along with a drop of his blood. Before handing the entire pack to his father, he voiced his concern. "If Professor Snape signs these, the Headmaster will know who I'm with." Seeing that he had everyone's attention he continued, "I do believe that Darian Star should sign instead."

"Good point." Severus said before signing the paperwork as Darian Star. When he was done he handed it all back to Ironhand.

Ironhand just sat back and watched the interaction between the group, before he broke in. "Mr. Potter, there is still a few matters to discuss. Did you want to do that now, or wait for a better time?"

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment, as he weighed how he was feeling with the importance of learning all this new information. The rest of the room remained silent as the waited for his decision. Finally looking up he smiled faintly, "as much as I would love to continue now. I think it would be easier in the long run, if we held off the rest of this meeting. If we could come in closer to when school starts, that will give me time to heal, and to have a crash course in the background material that I need to know, in order to understand what's going on better." He said softly.

Ironhand nodded his head in understanding, he could see that the young man in front of him was already getting tired. Giving him a large toothy smile he said "Then I do believe that are work here today is finished, all you need to do is owl us a note, with a date and time that you will be able to come in, and we'll make sure you have all the information on your accounts on hand. If I may ask, which name will you be using for the summer?"
"Depends on where I am actually. It won't matter much in the Wizarding World, for as soon as someone notices my scar they will all know who I am anyway."

Griphook cleared his throat and gave his superior an embarrassed look. "I took the liberty of bringing along a few of the Goblin glamour." he said. "As long as you where this bracelet. The only people who will know it's you are those who know you are wearing it. As long as you remember to take it off for school, you should have no problems going anywhere. Since they are not going to be linked with your magic, anyone who is with you will also be able to wear them."

Harry didn't even think, as tears of gratitude welled up in his eyes, and moving so suddenly he took everyone present by surprise and was up and out of bed before anyone could stop him. When he reached Griphook, he pulled the Goblin up into a hug. As soon as he let go, he found another set of arms around him, carrying him back to the bed.

"Mr. Potter. You are supposed to be staying in bed. I don't feel like having Poppy or that manic House Elf after me for letting you out before she said so." Severus scolded lightly, amusement showing in his dark eyes.

"Sorry Sir. But do you know what that means to me. Actually being able to walk around other Wizards without the fear, awe or just plan hero worship following me."

"I know. And I'll see if I can convince Poppy to let you out of bed sooner, even if it's just down to the study. Until then please stay in bed."

"Yes sir, I'll do my best."

"Good. In bed, under the covers, and try to get some more sleep."

"Yes Sir, I'll try Sir. May I finish my homework first Sir." Harry asked, cheeky smile added on for effect.

"Brat."

"I know."

~~hp~~

Harry slept peacefully through the rest of the day, as well as supper that night, much to everyones relief, as his sleep was usually riddled with nightmares. It wasn't until the others were relaxing in the cozy downstairs sitting room that problems with Harry's healing process became apparent, when Dobby popped into the room frantic, causing everyone to rush up the stairs to Harry's room.

~moments earlier~

Harry's steady breathing slowly shallowed out and became harsh until he was desperate to breath. Clawing his way out of the black depths that threatened to hold him down, he snapped his eyes opened and glanced around desperately for help. Knowing that something was very wrong with his breathing, he tried to force himself to calm down and take deep breaths like he would if he would have been panicking, but each breath hurt even more.

When nothing he tried on his own worked, he snapped his fingers weakly and hoped that the house elves would hear him, his wishes where granted when seconds later Dobby popped into the room. "Dobby.... get... help..." he forced out painfully, and was thankful when he wasn't asked any questions as Dobby left immediately.

The next few minutes passed in agony as he waited for someone to come in and help him, and it seemed like hours had passed before he heard rushing footsteps heading towards his room. If it would have been possible Harry would have breathed in relief when he saw his father heading his way, as it was tears of mixed relief and pain gathered at the corner of his eyes and slowly trickled down when he saw that Madam Pomfrey, who the others had sent for, was coming right behind his father. "Madam... hurts.... hard ... to ... breath." he told her while gasping for air.

Madam Pomfrey instantly had her wand in hand and started to run deep scans on Harry's lungs, after she had cast a spell to ease the young man's breathing. Frowning to herself she conjured a few more pillows and summoned her bag to settle on the side table next to the teens bed. "I have come to the conclusion Mr. Potter, that when it comes to you, it never rains but it does pour." she said softly, while using the extra pillows to prop Harry up before giving him a few potions, one to ease his breathing even more then the spell she had first cast, and the other to start the healing process on his lungs.

"What's wrong with him Poppy?" Lucius asked in concern from the doorway.

Heaving a sigh, Poppy settled down in the ever present chair at Harry's side, and a gentle hand moved a few tendrils of hair off of Harry's sweaty forehead. "When I first saw you, I should have done a deeper scan on your lungs, but I didn't, if I would have, I might have been able to catch the damage done to your lungs by breathing in all that dust filled air." She said, as if to herself.

Here she stopped and listened as the potions started to work, and Harry's breathing evened out once more. "Breathing in all the dust, caused small scratches to form on your lung tissue. These in themselves are easy to heal, unfortunately I didn't catch them and they became infected, that infection is what caused all the problems. With the potions I just gave you, which you will need to take again every day, three times a day for the next three weeks, you should be fine in about a month."

Before Harry could protest about having to stay in bed, Severus placed his hand on his sons shoulder and stopped him. "Does he have to stay in bed?" he asked in concern, knowing that if the answer was yes, they would need to post a constant watch to make sure it happened.

Poppy studied Harry's pale, hopeful, face for a few minutes before giving her answer. "His magic levels are almost at normal, and there are no real injuries except for his lungs. As much as I would like to say yes and have him stay in bed, I know it won't be practical. My decision from earlier still stands. I'll allow you to leave your bed tomorrow, but instead of lunch, I'll allow you out for Supper instead.

Harry's eyes lite up when she said that but fell at her next words. "There will be no flying until I say so. you will not leave this room on your own, or walk anywhere at all on your own. You still need to rebuild you leg muscles along with your over all physical health, and you need to relearn how to eat. I know how stubborn you can be, so my next order is for the rest of those in this Manor. The moment Harry starts to tire out, one of you will carry him, I don't care where he's going, even if it's only to the bathroom, otherwise you will all have me to deal with. Is that understood?

Everyone in the room agreed immediately even the reluctant Harry, who looked up at her with a slight frown on his face. "Will I be still be allowed to use my magic again?"

"As long you take care not not to use to much at first, until your stronger, I don't see why not."

Harry nodded his head in understanding, eager for once to do what he was told, if it would get him out of bed that much faster.

Eve who had remained silent during this finally broke her silence, "Poppy what can we do to help these attacks or better yet prevent them. There is nothing I can think of even amongst the Elves that could help."

"There are a few things that can be done, the most important thing you all must remember, especially Harry, is to keep CALM. Whatever else you do, don't loose your temper! Staying calm will keep your breathing even and keeping your physical activity to a minimum will also help. It's going to take awhile to find a comfortable way to lay or sit, pillows will help, as will leaning against someone. Whatever you do, don't lay down flat on your back. Warmth against your front and back will also help, how much or how little I don't know."

"Otherwise known as it's a matter of trail and error." Lucius said dryly.

"I don't know what else to tell you, there are a few potions that might help control his breathing but other then that..." she trailed off.

Harry's eyes took a far off look for a moment before he looked between his father and Poppy. "I can go to a Muggle doctor for help there. There is a medical condition called asthma that basically makes it hard to breath and they have the medication to control it."

Both Malfoys looked at Harry in horror, but only Draco voiced his disgust. "You would actually submit to a Muggles barbaric idea of medicine?"

Harry struggled to pull himself up to a sitting position in order to answer the blond, his face twisting into a scowl, "Yes Malfoy I would! In fact I would go as far to say that Muggle scientists have developed many things in a way more advanced then us. If you would actually learn something about them before you opened your mouth about it, you would save yourself a lot of trouble." By the time he was done his breathing had once more became erratic, and when Severus stepped forward to help, Harry brushed him away and struggled to get out of the bed."

"Mr. Potter, where do you think your going!?" Poppy demanded to know.

"To the Bathroom! that is still allowed yes? I could be wrong, but I was under the impression that I was allowed out of this bed. Which means I can go and have a shower for the first time since school let out." Here he paused and swept his eyes over those in the room. "Unless of course you figure it would be better if I didn't. After all I was raised in the barbaric Muggle world." he said with a sneer, reminding everyone in the room that he was a Snape, before turning his back on them all and walked unsteadily across the room to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.