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Harry Potter and the Inheritance of Truth	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156901 -:- 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 wiped his mouth as Dumbledore flicked his wand and cleaned himself. They were in an alley a short way from The Leaky Cauldron. Harry kept his distance as Dumbledore approached.

“I’m sorry sir, I’m still not used to apparation.” He looked innocently at the taller man.

“Quite alright, my boy, let’s just make our way to our appointment. Stick close now.” He made to wrap an arm around the boy, but Harry stepped away, but stayed close enough to satisfy the old goat.

Harry still felt the heat radiating from him; he added another line to the dampening ward around his middle as he dropped back, so Dumbledore would not see him. Harry relaxed as he saw the slight protrusion in Dumbledore’s robes disappear and the twinkle return like nothing was amiss.

They were ushered into Griphook’s office and offered seats and tea.

“Good day, Mr. Potter, Headmaster Dumbledore.” Griphook was shorter than the day before, but Harry and he had a plan for the way the meeting would go. He slid a piece of parchment over the surface of the desk. “This is a total accounting of your inheritance, now that you are of age.”

Harry picked up the paper and looked at the balance. His eyes bugged and he saw what that son of a bitch had deemed to let him have of his own fortune. 2,000,000 fucking galleons; that was it.

“That’s a lot of money, but it’s not nearly enough. Are sure there isn’t more?” Harry asked innocently of the goblin. Griphook smiled at the cunning boy. “What about the Black estate? My godfather was supposed to be wealthy.”

“Unfortunately that is all there is, Mr. Potter,” Griphook affected a bored and uninterested tone. “Certain investments and transactions over the years on your behalf have left you with that amount.”

“What do you mean ‘on my behalf’?” Griphook looked at Dumbledore with a raised eyebrow. “Headmaster, what does he mean?” Harry turned hurt and confused eyes towards the old goat.

Dumbledore shot the goblin a piercing look before he answered Harry. “Nothing, my boy, Griphook is mistaken in his assessment of your accounts.”

“NO! I am not mistaken Mr. Potter, I am saddened to inform you that Mr. Dumbledore here has been stealing from you for quite a long period of time.” The goblin sneered at the old wizard.

“What?” Harry stared with tears in his eyes, “But why, Professor?”

“It’s not what you think, Harry; I was simply protecting you.”

“I doubt that very much,” Harry let some of his righteous anger fill his voice. He looked Dumbledore in his lying eyes, “You’ve stolen over half of the Potter fortune already and then you would even deny me the half I have left, with this paltry pittance.” He threw the piece of parchment at the Wizard.

Dumbledore flinched at Harry’s words, “You knew?” Then anger burst across the traitorous wizard’s face as he glared at first Griphook and then Harry, again.

“Not until yesterday, but,” Harry looked straight into the man’s eye, “you will tell me the truth this day. Now answer me, why?”

It looked for a moment that the powerful wizard would not answer and opened his mouth to refuse, when the last thing on his mind came out his mouth, the truth. “Because no whelp of boy deserves your wealth, especially not another copy of James Potter. I hated your father for his power and wealth. You know he started the Order and “let” me join. Me! Who defeated the great Grinwald. I thought it fitting to betray your parents to Voldermort. I even paid Tom for it, out of the Potter vaults.” Dumbledore’s innocent twinkle was none existent anymore, a crazed gleam had replaced it. “When you survived that homicidal maniac, I was angry, to put it politely. The last thing the world needed was another special Potter.”

“But what about the Prophesy?” Harry hoped the man continued before he realized the compulsion he was under and start to fight.

“Ha, Trelawney is a dingbat hack. She made the prophesy and stupid, petty Severus relayed back to Tom and I happily gave the secret away of Godric’s Hollow to Tom.”

“But Pettigrew was-,” Harry started.

“No, Harry, my boy, I was your parent’s secret keeper. I told that mutt, Sirius, that Peter had been made the secret keeper, but I was the betrayer.” The man smiled in satisfaction and pride.

“So Pettigrew didn’t betray my Parents, but he was in the graveyard?”

“Oh, he works for the Dark Lord alright, but as the go between for me. I thought I was done with Tom and his crusade after the state he was left in after the accident at Godric’s Hollow, he had plans of his own and you were lucky enough to win that stupid tournament. I should have killed you myself, but I needed you as a fucking rallying call against Tom.”

“You bastard! Ron and Hermione?” Harry wanted one more question cleared up, before he ended this meeting.

“Ah, the other 2/3 of the Golden Trio, well, they were handpicked to lead you and keep you alive. I wanted you too ignorant to stray, so I needed you protected and given the information I wanted you to have. The Weasley’s needed money and Granger was a mudblood that wanted power. Perfect.”

          “You will not get away with this you old fuck.” Harry seethed with the rage boiling inside him.

          “I think I will Mr. Potter because you have no power to stop me-,” Dumbledore froze as Harry raised his hand.

          “That is where you are wrong old man.” Harry looked up at Griphook.

          “What, may I ask, have you done Mr. Potter?” The goblin looked shocked by the still man. He looked as if he was frozen in one spot, but Griphook knew this was no stunning spell.

          “I froze him in a time bubble, while I get myself under control and we can talk.”

          “That is amazing Mr. Potter. Do you want to go ahead with your original instructions?”

          “Partially, yes. I want all the payments to stop, but pull all the money back from Dumbledore, Riddle, and my Uncle. Take back half of what was paid to the Weasley’s and Granger. I want to see how much trouble they cause the old man when it looks like they’ve been double crossed.”

Harry waved his hand at Dumbledore, “You won’t remember a thing about this meeting.” He raised his wand but Harry was faster.

“Obliviate.” The spoken spell was enough to blank the mind of the old wizard. He stood with the dazed look, a blank slate for Harry to take control. “Albus, the meeting went just as you expected. I was grateful for the money. I thanked you and you returned me home. Your account balances from Gringott’s will look perfectly normal, no matter the balance. When the Weasleys and Granger come to you about their payments and accounts, you will see it as a ploy for more money and refuse them. Nothing will look amiss to you when the term starts, ignore any displays of power from me. Do you understand?”

At Dumbledore’s nod, “Good, now get out of my sight.” The headmaster left by the command and didn’t come back to his senses until he returned to his office at Hogwarts.

          Harry turned back to face a very impressed goblin. “It would appear that your inheritance was great.”

          “It was,” Harry answered. “I will need to have some money converted to pounds. I am going shopping for the first time for real clothing.” Harry smiled to himself, not robes, but real clothes and shoes. His heart leapt at the thought of clothing that fit for just him and never worn.

          “How much do you need?”

          “Let’s go with several thousand pounds, I have a lot to buy.”

          “May I suggest a visa card? It will keep you from having to traipse around London with large amounts of cash.”

          “You have that?”

          “Oh yes, Mr. Potter, the bank has long known that muggle banking is intertwined with wizard funds. We have too many muggle-born and half-blood clients to be exclusionary.”

          “That would be awesome, Griphook. I thank you again for your assistance and compassion.”

          “Mr. Potter, you have the potential to save all your fellow wizards and help all magical creatures. I pledge my loyalty and that of my goblin tribe to you. Any assistance you may need, you only have to ask. Will there be anything else?”

          “No, sir. Thank you.”

          Two hours later Harry was walking into a men’s boutique in London with visa card in hand. He had no limit as he would probably never be able to spend the amount in ‘one’ of his vaults. A clerk, with a look like he smelled something rank on his upper lip and was trying to get away from it, looked at Harry and eyed his clothing.

          “I don’t think I can help you here, sir.”

          Harry was not surprised but forged ahead, “I would hope you are wrong since I am in need of a new wardrobe; don’t you think?” Harry stepped back and gestured to his baggy, ill suited clothes. “I assure you I can pay.”

          “The clerk took pity on him and guided him over to a fitting area and commanded him to strip, “Excuse me?”

          “We are a full service clothing store. If you are indeed in need of a whole wardrobe, then strip.” The man commanded again.

          Harry blushed, “but I have no underwear.”

          “That will be rectified first.” The man stared and waited with a long sigh as Harry removed the baggy shirt and pants. He stood there naked as the day he was born, a blush covering his tanned, toned body. The clerk passed an appraising eye over his body and relaxed a bit into a smile. Harry still felt uncomfortable at the perusal, but had in influx confidence at the clerk's look.

          “Impressive.” The clerk murmured under his breath as he stared at Harry’s groin. He turned and strode away to another part of the store, coming back with an assortment of underwear. Harry tried each type on and waited as the clerk made the decisions for him. “Cotton and silk boxers, definitely. Nothing else will frame that package adequately.”

          He left Harry in a pair of red silk boxers and walked around the store with a wheeled rack hanging various shirts, pants, vests, and sweaters on it in varying styles. When he felt satisfied he wheeled his load over to Harry and started commanding him to try on things. Harry complied and tried on what he was told to. Harry was stripped many times in the next few hours and dressed again. His total was tallied, paid, and then he had to argue with the clerk about the many bags and being able to carry them himself. He struggled out of the boutique with the bags wearing a deep green silk shirt, black slacks, that hugged his lean frame, and new black leather casual shoes. He quickly ducked into an alley and shrunk the bags to fit into one and went to find a women’s store. His Aunt would need something to wear. He knew her size, having done the laundry for so long. He quickly bought a few undergarments, dresses, skirts, and blouses to tide his aunt over until she could shop for herself.

          He ducked into another alley and wrapped the shadows around him and arrived in the entrance hall of Gryffindor Manor.
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