Power Stone Goal: 300/300 (For extra chapter)
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"Well... Since the end of the last fiscal year your portfolios have been untouched. However, during the last year the Potter accounts have had 200,000 Galleons collected in living costs, expenses and, I quote, 'Friendship Investments'." Nagnar let every single octave of his displeasure strike out through the room as Harry scowled at the desk in front of him.
"What are these, 'investments', he has been making for me?" The accountant looked down at several pieces of parchment before glancing up at his client, his mind processing how he would break it to the poor man.
Harsh and fast is the route he decided to go down.
"The Potter accounts have been paying for the expenses of one Ronald Bilious Weasley, one Hermione Jene Granger, one Jessica Hopfet and finally one Severus Snape... Obviously that last person is a teacher and the accounts have been paying his wage. Albus Dumbledore has been thorough in documenting where the money was flowing, most likely due to his misguided belief that you would accept his decisions or simply because he considered these payments of little issue."
Magic exploded out of Harry once again, the roiling mass of power stretching towards the far corners of the room before he took grasp of them once more and pulled it back in.
"I- have you confirmed that everyone on this list knew about these 'investments'?" Nagnar was slightly off-put by how hollow the man in front of him sounded but quickly regrouped and nodded.
"Indeed. Each of them has been sent a Gringotts owl detailing how they received their money, why it was given and various details pertaining to the maintenance of the funds stashed in the new vaults handed to them."
Harry went eerily quiet, his gaze boring a hole into the desk; metaphorically speaking.
"So she knew... A-and she didn't tell me..." Something in Harry's voice conveyed hurt and betrayal, emotions that were familiar to any goblin who had suffered through clan feuds... Nagnar had to interrupt his downwards spiral.
"I'm afraid that was just the first issue with the Potter accounts Harry." The man looked up at him and was frighteningly calm despite the spiral of emotion the goblin could detect in his eyes.
"Continue..." Harry uttered as he tried to restrain the compulsions of the Dark Side.
"Further funds have been taken at an increased interval since the incident in the room of death. Over 1,000,000 Galleons have been taken from the family vaults to fund an organisation called 'The Order of the Phoenix', there has also been withdrawals made on behalf of Albus Dumbledore by a woman named Molly Weasley..." The goblin paused momentarily as he shuffled the paperwork around for Harry to see.
"She has taken out a sum total of 350,000 Galleons for, ahum, 'Friendship Investments' for her children. Ronald Weasley, Ginny Weasley, George Weasley and Fred Weasley. Currently we have ascertained that the latter two are uninformed of the accounts."
Harry was taking deep breaths now, his face as pale as a sheet of paper and his face as placid as an empty whiteboard.
"Finally, your parents' wills have been held in abstention due to a technicality inside the legislature." Nagnar licked the front of his teeth as he splayed all of these documents out for his client to see.
"Let me guess, Dumbledore used his position as Chief Warlock to lock them away?" Harry asked softly.
"Yes. He used the gap in legislature to claim you as his ward and then abused that position to lock the Potter vaults from physical withdrawals. Due to the wills being stored inside the family vault we were unable to recover them due to the family magics and thus they have been held in abstention."
"Unlock them and bring them to me, if you can." The command was measured and gentle but held the mettle of someone on the edge of a decision.
"Easily." Nagnar tapped a small button on the underside of the desk and quickly muttered out an order to the clerk, that awaited any of his orders, outside. After giving the order the accountant sighed and pulled the Stele out once more, pressing a few runes on the side that pulled certain documents from the goblin archives.
"Now, we still have the Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Pendragon accounts to delve into... But first i must ask if you wish for me to be the account manager for these houses." Harry waved a hand at him as if to say 'go on'. With a vicious grin Nagnar pressed a small signet ring on his left hand onto each of the titles that corresponded with those accounts and watched his clan's symbol emblazon itself beside them.
"Excellent! I hope you continue to trust me and my clan for any tasks or issues with your accounts or investments in future."
"Sure, just don't screw me over and I'll make it profitable for you." Harry stated with a very diminished smile.
Flashing a smile of his own Nagnar inspected the summary reports of these previously locked vaults and felt a deep satisfaction build within his heart.
"Each of these accounts seem to be doing very well. The Slytherin vault in specific has been locked since the founding of Hogwarts proper and holds many investments within Hogsmeade. Your current account total is equal to 1 billion galleons, with numerous artefacts and grimoires stored inside an artefact vault." He flipped a page.
"In the Ravenclaw vault you have a total of 20 billion galleons and the sum-total of Rowena Ravenclaw's library stored in a similar artefact vault. Finally, the Pendragon vault doesn't have any galleons but holds an estimated total of 300 Trillion galleons worth of valuables, artefacts, relics, books and sealed heirlooms." Nagnar was mildly stumped at how he was going to inventory all of these vaults and provide a proper, detailed, value report.
"The money is insignificant... One of my friends can create gold from literal thin air and can create marvels beyond anything galleons could allow for. I'm more interested in the Potter vault." And Nagnar was now slightly annoyed at how utterly unaffected the man was about being a Pendragon.
"Ahem... The Potter vaults have a sum total of 973 Million galleons and several hundred heirlooms, artefacts and grimoires. Currently the most valuable thing inside the Potter vaults, to you, is your mother and father's personal affects and their wills."
Nagnar quelled his inner urge to groan and facepalm at the sheer scope of the accounts. He was still happy, don't misunderstand, he was just realising the true scope of what he would need to manage and get his clan to care for.
"Good, that's good. Well, I want you to invest the 1 billion galleons from the Slytherin vault into Wizarding Britain, focusing on the media and start-ups. If there is anyone looking to create a Television equivalent through magic I want a high stake in that business." Nagnar quickly noted down his investment direction, secretly relishing in the intelligence of that particular investment plan.
Harry continued. "Take 73 million galleons from the Potter vaults and invest it in Gringotts. I want to deepen our cooperation and expand your political power and social standing." Nagnar froze.
"I'm- is my hearing failing me? You want to invest in the bank...?" Harry nodded.
"Yep, take the money and do whatever you wish with it. In recompense, I want some small concessions with your service... Particularly priority handling when I come in personally and also a guarantee against any damages suffered due to market devaluations."
"Done!" Nagnar shouted immediately in excitement. It had been over a thousand years since a wizard or witch invested money in the goblin nation and there was a huge betting pool when it would occur again... He had claimed it would be this century and he had just won the betting pool. He was mentally dancing in happiness.
Nagnar immediately began writing the order to invest the Potter money into Gringotts. At the same time he continued listening to Harry speak about his goals.
"I want all of my properties repaired, restored, re-warded, magically renewed and reallocated with any required elf workers. Secondly, I want to buy real-estate across Britain and Europe at large and have some of them turned into safehouses and bunkers. I can feel war brewing and this time it will be ugly." Nagnar stopped writing at the mention of war before finishing the last line of his order, rolling it into a scroll before sending it down a flu-pipe below his desk.
"All of that can be achieved for a fee. Seeing as you are an investor of Gringotts the usual fees will be waved in perpetuity unless otherwise stated by king Ragnok. I will draft several orders to have your manses, mansions, castles and houses refurbished and fixed. As for the purchasing of real-estate we can provide that service as well for the normal price, additionally you will be given preference when purchasing these properties."
Harry's murderous pallor dispelled minutely as he grinned at the sheer magnitude of what he had gained by simply investing money in a bank.
"Let's discuss what I can do to Dumbledore and the rest of the people who stole from me." Nagnar gulped a tiny bit at the malice-filled gaze of the final Potter.
"Let's..."
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Grimmauld Place, at the same time Harry learnt of the betrayal...
Sirius was meditating in the middle of the lounge room as he connected to the force. He had taken a day to simply bathe himself in his blankets and creature comforts once more before doing anything related to the chat's blasted mission.
After his rest he had set about sensing out the currents of the force on Earth, to detect if anything was amiss. What he found was unremarkable and stagnant. The wizards and witches felt mentally stuck, subdued by a fetid wind of tradition and unmoving bias. Muggles were the opposite however, all of them shining brightly like stars up in the night sky.
There was only a few exceptions to that observation, namely Harry, himself and Grindelwald... Who was shining like the sun and was currently moving around Paris with an eerie ease. Unfortunately his force senses weren't as tuned as Drecarios or as refined as Harry's. No, he was a more blunt tool, designed for combat and destroying obstacles. Apocrypha had taught him that it wasn't a negative aspect, but merely a different application of the same concepts.
Whilst Harry and Drecarios would manipulate, control and direct from the shadows or the background he would storm ahead and punch his issues into submission or into a fine mist. His force powers were far more violent in comparison to either of them.
'I suppose I need to start doing that then.' He mused silently as his senses retracted back inside his body and he opened his eyes.
"We need to create a third faction and Harry needs someone to start recruiting for this faction." He spoke aloud to himself, his gaze locking onto a portrait that usually screamed at him for his childhood.
Standing, he walked over to it and drew the curtains off the frame.
"BLOOD TRAITOR, HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOUR FACE TO ME!!!" His mother's painting screeched at him in mild insanity.
"Silence bitch... I came here to ask where Arcturus Black's frame is hanging."
She screeched once more before Sirius pulled his lightsaber out and planted it into the wood beside her frame, the wood charring and smoking from the constant heat.
"TELL ME!" The refined image of the woman recoiled in fear before recomposing herself.
"In the Black vault. He wished to only be taken from there if the need was great." She spoke carefully, her vulture-like eyes narrowing down upon her son.
"That was easy, wasn't it?" Shaking his head Sirius pulled the curtains back over her frame and started pacing back and forth between the doorways in the hallway.
'Kreature can get it for me.' He huffed out in contemplation. "Kreature!"
The elf popped into being with a sneer upon his wretched face.
"What can I's be doing for dirty blood traitor master...?" Sirius grimaced at his tone.
"Go to the Black vault, bring back Arcturus Black's frame." The elf's hate-filled glare morphed into befuddled confusion. Still, the elf did as he commanded and popped back into being two seconds later with the angered portrait of the former Lord Black.
"What do you want boy?" Sirius's grimace deepened.
"I need to form a third faction against Grindelwald and Dumbledore. My godson and I are powerful but need people behind us to face them."
Instantly Arcturus's face became stone-like in the amount of emotion he showed.
"Grindelwald...? So he escaped eh?" The painting chuckled and then sharpened its gaze.
"The old alliances need to be renewed. Get your godson to renew the Longbottom, Greengrass and Abbott alliances. Your task will be to get the Dark fuckers to side with you over Grindelwald and Dumbledore, the latter being far easier than the former."
Sirius nodded at his grandfather's advice.
"Okay, easily done old man... But I was also hoping that you would know some foreign families that could aid us." Arcturus rolled his eyes.
"Contact the Caesars in Italy, the Roosevelts and Washingtons in North America... if Grindelwald is back they will be completely opposed to him. They suffered from his previous conflict, greatly, and have had a score to settle for a long time."
"Got it, Caesars, Roosevelts, Washingtons... Restore old alliances. Easy enough. Now, I need you to stay here for a time as we progress. In the meantime I'm going to go to the library and study every single spell the Black family has gathered." Arcturus blinked several times before slightly inclining his head in understanding.
"You have changed."
Sirius waved his words away as he walked towards the stairs.
"I had to at some point, or I would have broken."
The painting smiled at his heir-turned-lord. Yes, Arcturus Black was quite happy with the outcome of things now... Even if the rest of the family was utterly stupid.
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