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Ten Percent Per Month
AN: Yay! Next chapter! One more, and then you get to find out who's the Black Heir in Chapter Twelve! Guesses still accepted! As are all comments and reviews! Huzzah!
Also! I just added another story! Yay! It's just a gen one-shot, but it's one of those that kind of grab you and don't leave until you write them. So, I wrote it. I hope people read it. If you do, review! Please!
Chapter Ten: Ten Percent Per Month
The next morning, as Halle was tearing through breakfast at a rate to rival Ron's, a letter dropped onto her head. Hermione caught it before it could fall into the eggs.
“It's from Gringotts,” she said, glancing at the official envelope.
“Oh, lovely,” Halle groused. “That means I have to meet with Professor McGonagall.”
“I thought you had full control of your finances?” the bushy-haired girl asked, removing the plate from in front of her boyfriend. “Chew your food; don't inhale it.”
“That doesn't mean I know what to do with it,” Halle replied, deliberately slowing her eating. “She's my financial advisor for the moment. Dumbledore insisted on it.”
“Professor Dumbledore,” Hermione corrected automatically, still glaring at Ron.
“Yes, Professor Granger,” Halle retorted, then stood, grabbing a muffin. “I have to talk to her before class,” she explained, leaving the two to snip at each other.
~*~
“Well, these are impressive,” McGonagall said after looking through Halle's financial statement. The two were sitting in her office, Halle nibbling on a scone and McGonagall readjusting her spectacles as the woman glanced at the papers again. “Your parents knew what they were doing... and apparently you did too.”
“What do you mean?” Halle asked, putting down the scone. “What do they say?”
“Your parents were rather well off, which I believe you knew. You have visited the Potter vault, correct?”
“Yes, but I don't really know how much there is.”
“At the moment there's actually only a fair amount in the vault,” McGonagall explained. “Enough for a modest family with working parents. The thing is, you've got five times that amount in other branches, earning you the average income of two Aurors a month.* Then there's the stock quotes; your parents invested in some now very prosperous businesses, including Eeylops Owl Emporium, Magical Menagerie, Obscurus Books, Quality Quidditch Supplies, and WhizzHard Books. If you were to sell those stocks right now, you would not only give up a majority holding in half of them, but be able to buy Firebolts for the entire school. Then there's your own investment in Wealsey's Wizarding Wheezes—”
“My what?” Halle interrupted. Surely Fred and George hadn't....
“You invested one thousand Galleons in the Weasley Twins' business as a Third Year, according to these statements. Did you not?”
“I—I gave them the winnings from the Tri-Wizard Tournament,” Halle admitted. “But that was a gift! I couldn't stand to keep the money after what happened!”
“But you did provide them the money?”
Halle nodded.
“They have chosen to receive it as an investment. You currently hold ninety-eight of a hundred and twelve shares, Miss Potter. That alone would make you a rich woman.”
“Merlin...”
“Indeed. Now, you do have a few outstanding debts from your parents' time. There's one to the Longbottom family—a loan of two hundred Galleons, with interest, which comes out to five hundred Galleons... would you like to pay that off now, Miss Potter?”
“Oh, yes; please. I don't want to be in debt to anyone.”
“Very good. There's also the matter of one late mortgage payment for the house in Godric's Hollow... two thousand four hundred and sixty-five Galleons is the total owed, including late fees and interest.”
“If I can pay that off now, I'd like to.”
“All at once? I'm sure under the circumstances we could convince them to accept a payment plan.”
“Why? I can do it, right?”
“Yes, you can, but it would be better — it would earn you more money to pay over time.”
“How so?”
“The interest rates you will have to pay each month will end up being compensated for, and actually will earn you a maximum of about fifty Galleons a month if planned correctly.”
“Oh. Well... if you could do that? I mean, I don't know how to do that.”
“This once,” McGonagall agreed. “From now on I'll be helping you, but you'd better learn from me, because you will have to do this on your own.”
“One other thing...”
“Yes?”
“If you could, send the money earned from this... tricky paperwork thing to Remus, would you?”
“Remus?” the gray-haired woman asked, smiling slightly. “Why?”
“I think he deserves it. He's like... my substitute godfather, I guess. He's as much real family as I have.”
“What about the Weasleys?”
“They're their own family. I... don't necessarily fit all the time.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“Is this a financial consulting or a therapy session?”
McGonagall nodded, well aware she would get no further on that front for now.
“Very well. I'll see you next Thursday, Miss Potter.”
~*~
Halle sighed. She was standing just outside of the DADA classroom, a note from McGonagall in her hand, but certain it would make no difference to the cruel, snarky Professor. Bracing herself, she opened the door and stepped in.
“How nice of you to join us, Miss Potter,” Snape said, right on cue. He was writing something on the board, and had apparently not even glanced back to check who it was.
“I had to report to Professor McGonagall,” she replied, holding out her note.
“Five points for an unlikely excuse,” he said, then turned around. Scowling at the note, he summoned it across the room and onto the desk. “Take a seat. We are going to have a pop-quiz on the lecture at the end of class.”
Halle rolled her eyes, but did not complain.
~*~
It was during the Transfiguration lecture later that day that Halle managed to write a quick note to Malfoy. She watched as he doodled on his parchment, then jumped when he found the red notecard on his desk. She quickly focused on her own notes, looking back up after a minute, then down again to find it back on her desk.
Why? was the only reply he'd given her. She nearly sneered herself, but held back. It wouldn't do to let on who'd sent the note. She wasn't going to reply. It was a stupid question, and Halle only had so many cards, none of which she was going to waste. Malfoy would just have to show up if he wanted an explanation.
****
*According to my calculations, that would be about 2,000 Galleons, or 20,140 US Dollars. To get this, I took the pay for a Hit Wizard, 700 Galleons a month, and added 300 Galleons because of an Auror's higher status, more extensive schooling, and extreme hazard pay. Then multiply by two, and use the HP Lexicon's Currency Converter. If you think that's off or wrong, let me know.
Also, I'm not sure what type of bookstore WhizzHard is going to be. I'm thinking either 'Adult' (hehe) or extra-study-help-ness books. Any of the other original businesses are up for suggestions as well. Have fun!
Also! I just added another story! Yay! It's just a gen one-shot, but it's one of those that kind of grab you and don't leave until you write them. So, I wrote it. I hope people read it. If you do, review! Please!
Chapter Ten: Ten Percent Per Month
The next morning, as Halle was tearing through breakfast at a rate to rival Ron's, a letter dropped onto her head. Hermione caught it before it could fall into the eggs.
“It's from Gringotts,” she said, glancing at the official envelope.
“Oh, lovely,” Halle groused. “That means I have to meet with Professor McGonagall.”
“I thought you had full control of your finances?” the bushy-haired girl asked, removing the plate from in front of her boyfriend. “Chew your food; don't inhale it.”
“That doesn't mean I know what to do with it,” Halle replied, deliberately slowing her eating. “She's my financial advisor for the moment. Dumbledore insisted on it.”
“Professor Dumbledore,” Hermione corrected automatically, still glaring at Ron.
“Yes, Professor Granger,” Halle retorted, then stood, grabbing a muffin. “I have to talk to her before class,” she explained, leaving the two to snip at each other.
~*~
“Well, these are impressive,” McGonagall said after looking through Halle's financial statement. The two were sitting in her office, Halle nibbling on a scone and McGonagall readjusting her spectacles as the woman glanced at the papers again. “Your parents knew what they were doing... and apparently you did too.”
“What do you mean?” Halle asked, putting down the scone. “What do they say?”
“Your parents were rather well off, which I believe you knew. You have visited the Potter vault, correct?”
“Yes, but I don't really know how much there is.”
“At the moment there's actually only a fair amount in the vault,” McGonagall explained. “Enough for a modest family with working parents. The thing is, you've got five times that amount in other branches, earning you the average income of two Aurors a month.* Then there's the stock quotes; your parents invested in some now very prosperous businesses, including Eeylops Owl Emporium, Magical Menagerie, Obscurus Books, Quality Quidditch Supplies, and WhizzHard Books. If you were to sell those stocks right now, you would not only give up a majority holding in half of them, but be able to buy Firebolts for the entire school. Then there's your own investment in Wealsey's Wizarding Wheezes—”
“My what?” Halle interrupted. Surely Fred and George hadn't....
“You invested one thousand Galleons in the Weasley Twins' business as a Third Year, according to these statements. Did you not?”
“I—I gave them the winnings from the Tri-Wizard Tournament,” Halle admitted. “But that was a gift! I couldn't stand to keep the money after what happened!”
“But you did provide them the money?”
Halle nodded.
“They have chosen to receive it as an investment. You currently hold ninety-eight of a hundred and twelve shares, Miss Potter. That alone would make you a rich woman.”
“Merlin...”
“Indeed. Now, you do have a few outstanding debts from your parents' time. There's one to the Longbottom family—a loan of two hundred Galleons, with interest, which comes out to five hundred Galleons... would you like to pay that off now, Miss Potter?”
“Oh, yes; please. I don't want to be in debt to anyone.”
“Very good. There's also the matter of one late mortgage payment for the house in Godric's Hollow... two thousand four hundred and sixty-five Galleons is the total owed, including late fees and interest.”
“If I can pay that off now, I'd like to.”
“All at once? I'm sure under the circumstances we could convince them to accept a payment plan.”
“Why? I can do it, right?”
“Yes, you can, but it would be better — it would earn you more money to pay over time.”
“How so?”
“The interest rates you will have to pay each month will end up being compensated for, and actually will earn you a maximum of about fifty Galleons a month if planned correctly.”
“Oh. Well... if you could do that? I mean, I don't know how to do that.”
“This once,” McGonagall agreed. “From now on I'll be helping you, but you'd better learn from me, because you will have to do this on your own.”
“One other thing...”
“Yes?”
“If you could, send the money earned from this... tricky paperwork thing to Remus, would you?”
“Remus?” the gray-haired woman asked, smiling slightly. “Why?”
“I think he deserves it. He's like... my substitute godfather, I guess. He's as much real family as I have.”
“What about the Weasleys?”
“They're their own family. I... don't necessarily fit all the time.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“Is this a financial consulting or a therapy session?”
McGonagall nodded, well aware she would get no further on that front for now.
“Very well. I'll see you next Thursday, Miss Potter.”
~*~
Halle sighed. She was standing just outside of the DADA classroom, a note from McGonagall in her hand, but certain it would make no difference to the cruel, snarky Professor. Bracing herself, she opened the door and stepped in.
“How nice of you to join us, Miss Potter,” Snape said, right on cue. He was writing something on the board, and had apparently not even glanced back to check who it was.
“I had to report to Professor McGonagall,” she replied, holding out her note.
“Five points for an unlikely excuse,” he said, then turned around. Scowling at the note, he summoned it across the room and onto the desk. “Take a seat. We are going to have a pop-quiz on the lecture at the end of class.”
Halle rolled her eyes, but did not complain.
~*~
It was during the Transfiguration lecture later that day that Halle managed to write a quick note to Malfoy. She watched as he doodled on his parchment, then jumped when he found the red notecard on his desk. She quickly focused on her own notes, looking back up after a minute, then down again to find it back on her desk.
Why? was the only reply he'd given her. She nearly sneered herself, but held back. It wouldn't do to let on who'd sent the note. She wasn't going to reply. It was a stupid question, and Halle only had so many cards, none of which she was going to waste. Malfoy would just have to show up if he wanted an explanation.
****
*According to my calculations, that would be about 2,000 Galleons, or 20,140 US Dollars. To get this, I took the pay for a Hit Wizard, 700 Galleons a month, and added 300 Galleons because of an Auror's higher status, more extensive schooling, and extreme hazard pay. Then multiply by two, and use the HP Lexicon's Currency Converter. If you think that's off or wrong, let me know.
Also, I'm not sure what type of bookstore WhizzHard is going to be. I'm thinking either 'Adult' (hehe) or extra-study-help-ness books. Any of the other original businesses are up for suggestions as well. Have fun!