A Chance at Life

A Chance at Life

Chapter 3: Getting Started

January 9, 1968

“What time should I pick you up tomorrow?” Harry asked Severus once they stopped next to a slow running brook, a small and rundown house about 9 meters (30 ft) in front of them. The walk had been surprisingly short, only about .8 km (.5 mi) from the park.

“Be here at 5.” Severus ordered and walked off without another word. Harry just smiled at the attitude and making sure to blank his expression before leaving, apparated to the Leaky Cauldron in London.

Once inside the apparation point at the Cauldron, Harry stepped to the side and took a quick look around. It looked just as dark and shabby as he remembered it, though Tom looked much younger with dark brown hair and all of his teeth. Instead of looking like a toothless walnut he looked more like a young Einstein, though his hair was nowhere near as interesting.

The pub was almost empty with only a dark, shrouded figure having a quiet drink in a corner and a rather sad looking drunk talking to Tom at the counter. Harry made his way over to them slowly and waited to be acknowledged not wanting to disturb the conversation.

He saw Tom pat the drunk in the back and lead him towards the Floo with a few whispered assurances. Once the drunk had disappeared in a burst of green flames Tom walked back to Harry and apologized with a smile. “Sorry about that, poor bloke had quite the spat with his wife. Now, how can I help you?”

Harry nodded his head once and replied, “I need a room for two nights please. Also, do you happen to know what time Gringotts is open for business?”

“Not a problem, would you like to pay for both nights or pay each night at a time?”

“For both.”

“That comes to 10 Sickles 10 Knuts then. Would a room next to the stairwell be all right?”

Harry responded that it was, paid the requested amount, and motioned him to lead the way.

Tom nodded and said, “Follow me please; all guestrooms are in the upper floors. I’m Tom; as for Gringotts, they are open for business 24 hours but I wouldn’t suggest going there until after 7 tomorrow morning. The customers at Gringotts and going about Diagon Alley around this time of night are bound to be a little rough if you catch my drift…Ah, here we are…” They had stopped on the second floor, in front of the first door on the right from the stairwell. Tom unlocked the door and continued: “the lavatory is through the door on your right, just clap your hands to turn the lights on and off …” Harry raised an eyebrow at that and Tom chuckled good-naturedly.

“Makes things easier for little ones that don’t yet have a wand and the occasional squib,” he shrugged. “It has been working all right so far, I think I’m gonna make it a permanent feature. Anyways, breakfast is available from 5:30 to 9, and then the kitchen & bar are open for orders from 11am-10pm. Check-out time is before 10am the morning after your last night here; please inform me if you need to extend your stay as soon as you can. If you need anything at any time during your stay just pull the cord next to your bed twice and Igor or I will be right up to help. Here’s your key…good night,” Tom finished a little hurriedly, not really comfortable with Harry’s constant blank expression.

Harry took the key and closed the door. He supposed his cold demeanor can be a bit intimidating for those who are not used to it. He had gotten so used to people treating him the same because they knew who he was, that Tom’s reaction took him aback a little. He walked over to the bed by the window and knelt beside it while taking the miniaturized trunk off his choker. Putting the trunk on the floor he took a few steps back and said enlarge. He’d never been so glad he didn’t use the standard shrinking charm on his trunk or he would be in big trouble right now without his wand.

The trunk returned to its usual size and Harry took the time to check his wrist. Luckily, the bite wound had stopped bleeding a while ago and already seemed to be healing. Shrugging indifferently he set about opening his trunk and taking inventory of everything he had: his first-aid kit, clothes, daggers, research books, another miniaturized chest containing the remaining Black fortune, his invisibility cloak, a set of communication mirrors, and Hedwig’s owl cage. Overall a rather pitiful lot. Unfortunately Hedwig’s cage was useless now so there was no point in keeping it but he returned everything else back inside, making sure to put the chest on the top.

Shoulders slumping slightly, he took out his first-aid kit and bandaged up his wrist before getting ready for bed; it should be healed up by tomorrow morning. It had taken a little while to get used to his accelerated healing but considering his usual escapades it was a very welcome side effect.

It had been a long day and tomorrow wasn’t going to be any better. The only good thing so far had been meeting Severus and even that had come about in a rather hostile manner. Thank Merlin he was getting a wand tomorrow, it will help him feel a bit better at least.

January 10, 1968

Harry woke up and looked out the window. It was still dark but he felt well rested so he was fairly sure it was sometime before dawn. He really missed his wand, he felt almost naked without it.

After a long hot shower and getting dressed (which included a dagger on his right forearm and one in his left boot) he made sure his things were in order and then went down to breakfast. The place was even emptier than before with only an old witch in attendance who was cooing at her cat and feeding it scraps from her plate.

He walked over to Tom who was sitting behind the counter reading the day’s Prophet. “Tom…”

Tom put down the newspaper and smiled in welcome. “Good morning there! I hope you slept well? Oh and before I forget will you please sign in, I forgot last night what with poor Hub crying all over the place and it being so late, it just slipped right off my mind!” Tom said enthusiastically while pushing a thick leader-bound ledger, an inkwell, and a quill towards Harry. He almost smiled; Tom was obviously a morning person.

“Yes, I slept well,” Harry answered calmly while writing down his name. “I was wondering if I could get some breakfast and if you could then open up the wall-entrance to Diagon Alley for me?”

“Potter huh...?” Tom muttered after seeing his name. He gave him a long look but had to look away in the end when Harry just stared right back. “Umm, right, no problem, breakfast will be 2 Sickles, take a seat and I’ll be right back.” Harry almost laughed right there and then. Tom was almost running to the kitchen trying to get away from him.

He took a seat at one of the tables nearest to the Diagon entrance and placed two Sickles by the edge of the table. Tom soon came back with his meal and left again as fast as his short little legs would carry him.

Harry ate his meal and then called Tom to open up the wall for him. The poor man didn’t even try to ask why he didn’t do it himself; he just wished him a good day and left him on his own again.

Harry barely noticed the archway shrinking back into solid wall, he was too entranced by what he was seeing. Back home, Diagon Alley had fallen under Voldemort’s control about 6 months before the war ended. He had not set foot in it in for over a year and even on his first time there, it had been nothing like this. The people were smiling and carefree. All of them walking around in a leisurely manner and shopping without fear or constantly keeping an eye on their surroundings. Every store, from the pet shop to the Apothecary had at least two customers and there were no closed-down shops or battle-scared storefronts. It was the most uplifting sight he had seem since he got here.

Stopping himself from relaxing his guard, he easily wove his way through the crowd and headed to Gringotts. The people he came across kept their distance if they happened to catch a glimpse of his face, so it was a very swift trip. Once he made it to the front doors of the bank he nodded to the Goblins guarding the entrance and made his way inside.

He loosened up his body and strolled over to the first available counter. “I would like to open a high security account please.”

The Goblin stared at him. Harry stared right back. Then the Goblin gave him a sharp-toothed smile (or grimace depending on how you looked at it) and said: “This way please.”

Harry followed the Goblin through a pair of steel doors behind him and then to a corridor with doors featuring golden nameplates. They stopped in front of a door with a plaque that said, Nagnot Grod. The Goblin leading him knocked twice and then opened the door. “A costumer wishes to open a high security account Master Grod,” he spoke to the Goblin sitting behind a desk about 10feet (3m) beyond the open door.

Now Harry was really becoming fascinated (not that you could see it on his face). If he wasn’t mistaken, and he doubted it because Master Grod looked very disgruntled right now, this Goblin had surely lead him to the most sourly Goblin available! Who would have thought, Goblins actually had a sense of humor, evidently leaning towards the nasty side, but present none the less. This wasn't going to be boring.

“Very well, send him in.”

The Goblin flashed his teeth at him again and looked disgruntled when he did nothing else but nod at him. If he didn’t already know any better, Harry could have sworn that the Goblin stalked off in a huff. He stepped inside and broadened his awareness, trying to discern as much as possible about the office. He really hated going into a room he knew nothing about; it was always harder to make an exit when you didn’t even know if there was an exit.

He detected another Goblin inside the office by the door and strong intertwining Goblin magic surrounded the office, but nothing threatening to his senses. Therefore, he wasn’t at all surprised when the Goblin next to him closed the door and said, “Remove you weapons please.” Now that was surprising. Everyone present knew that neither party would attack in anyway; it would be bad for businesses obviously…. What was the point of relinquishing his weapons?

“Mmmm…why should I do as you request?” Harry asked aloofly put still politely.

The Goblin looked to Master Grod. Harry doubted anyone had ever actually refused to do as asked before or then again, maybe no one had ever come to open an account while so armed.

“You are the first Wizard to actually question an obviously pointless request of ours.” Master Grod smiled…Goblins can smile! “What is your business with us today?”

Harry merely arched an eyebrow but answered nonetheless. “My name is Harry Potter and like I mentioned before I would like to open a high security account. In addition, I would also like to acquire a house-elf. I’m afraid I have never worked with one before, so I’m not quite sure how to go about it.”

Master Grod looked…surprised? But he quickly returned to his regular sour-Goblin expression and responded. “Well, first off let’s see about that account and then we will look into the house-elf issue.” He pulled out what seemed to be a blank piece of parchment and set it on the desk between the two of them.

“If you would please place a drop of blood on this in order to establish identity…”

Harry complied, not really worried about whatever it would show. Goblins never got mixed up with wizarding affairs, especially if their customer had more than enough gold to do business with them.

The parchment absorbed the blood and two lone words appeared in bright red letters: Harry Potter

Master Grod’s eyes widened, he was definitely surprised.

“Is there a problem?”

“No. No, of course not. It is just very unusual to meet the originator of a bloodline.”

“Don’t you see this type of thing with muggle-borns?”

Master Grod looked disgruntled. Harry contained the urge to giggle, he really was having too much fun. It looked like Dumbledore’s company had corrupted him after all…

“Actually no. The usual so-called ‘muggle-borns’ are in truth descendants of squibs and through them automatically attain a magical lineage. The last true muggle-born that opened an account with us was Rowena Ravenclaw in the year 1023.”

“I see. Is there anything else you need before I turn over my money?”

“No, this parchment enables us to find your magical signature if we need to contact you. Don’t worry, our Blood-Linage parchments cannot be taken outside the walls of Gringotts, not even by a Gringotts Goblin. The parchment is enchanted to return to its original location if taken beyond our boundaries and they cannot be copied or altered in any way.”

“All right, let’s get to business then,” Harry replied while taking off miniaturized his trunk and setting it on the floor a few feet from his chair. He quietly enlarged it and quickly removed the chest with the Black fortune. He placed the chest on the desk and enlarged it as well. Then he promptly shrunk his trunk again and sat back down.

“I’m not exactly sure how much I have in here but I’m sure you won’t have a problem finding out for me.” Harry informed them coolly as he opened up the chest for them.

“Not at all...” Master Grod and his assistant quickly took out a medium sized cart from somewhere under the desk and proceeded to empty the contents of the chest into the cart; a running tally appearing on a roll of parchment attached to the cart’s side. Once done with the counting Master Grod ripped off the portion containing the final tally and pushed the cart under his desk once more. His thin, almost nonexistent eyebrows rose slightly on his brow and he said somewhat sarcastically, “Well Mr. Potter, for being muggle-born you have quite the sum in wizarding money.”

Harry simply remained silent and waited.

“The total amount of your currency comes to 489,000 Galleons, 41 Sickles, and 194 Knuts.”

“Mmmm…I guess I spent a bit more than I had thought in my travels…I would like a money pouch linked to my vault and I would like to receive biweekly account statements instead of just the usual monthly. What is the annual fee for the account, the cost of the money pouch, and are there any other charges I should be aware of?” Harry inquired politely.

“There will be a one time opening fee of 1 Galleon; the annual fee for a high security vault is 10 Galleons, and the money pouch will be 15 Sickles (If you loose your pouch report it immediately and we are not responsible for any stolen funds linked to your pouch. A replacement pouch costs 1 Galleon 2 Sickles which includes the processing fee). Also, there will be a supplementary annual charge of 12 Sickles for the additional account statements.” Master Grod recited tonelessly.

“I accept the fees,” Harry said.

“Good,” Master Grod waved to the other Goblin, who pressed his finger to the side of the desk where the cart had been returned. Meanwhile, Master Grod pressed his index finger to the Blood-Linage parchment and whispered something in Gobbledegook. The parchment rapidly filling up with what looked like gibberish to Harry and a key appeared on top of it. Then Grod turned to address Harry once more. “Your account has been processed and here is your vault key. Vault number 782. Now that’s settled, are there any especial skills you need your house-elf to excel at?”

“Not really, I just need one that hates cooking,” Harry answered casually while pocketing his vault key.

“Excuse me.” The Goblin peered at him with what Harry was quite sure was a vaguely puzzled expression, though the sneer came back soon enough.

Harry smiled, slightly condescending, and replied. “If you cannot acquiesce to my specification I suppose I’ll make do with whatever you have available…”

Master Grod drew himself up and answered through clenched teeth. “Gringotts takes great pride on the quality of its service and I assure you your request will be fulfilled to your expectations. Your…unique requirement however might make your wait rather lengthy unfortunately, so in respect to your wizarding nature and comfort I would like to make a suggestion. Would you perhaps be willing to accept another distinguishing quality in your elf? I am sure you don’t want to spend whatever time it takes to find your house-elf with a couple of Goblins….” Harry cut him off quickly waving his hand in dismissal.

“Thank you for thinking of my comfort but I don’t mind waiting….with Goblins or otherwise.” They both then looked at each other with equally small and fake smiles; though Harry was at a bit of a disadvantage since he lacked the fangs to match a Goblin’s aggressive appearance.

“Make yourself comfortable and we shall see about your house-elf.” Harry thought that Master Grod had left along with his assistant just so that he won’t have to look at him anymore. He looked quite displeased with Harry’s request.

Harry remained sitting while he waited. He closed his eyes thinking about the scolding Hermione would be giving him if she knew he was getting a house-elf. However, if things were to go down the way he thought, he was really going to need some loyal help; not to mention that he rather enjoyed elfish company, once they had calmed down a bit.

An hour later Master Grod returned with a young house-elf wearing a dirty pillowcase following behind him. He was even smaller then Dobby had been with big dark-blue eyes, a long nose, and bat-like ears, one of which he was twisting around in nervousness.

“This elf seems to meet your specifications….” He said walking towards his own seat and motioning to the house-elf.

Harry stood up and knelt on one knee in front of the elf standing in the middle of the room.

“What is your name?” He asked the elf.

“N-Noodle, sir.” The elf answered timidly.

Harry nodded and said, “Well Noodle, would I be correct in assuming you hate cooking?”

“Well sir, Noodle can cook, sir. But Noodle likes cleaning and gardening, much much better.”

“Mmm…good enough. I will be preparing the meals and I didn’t want an elf that would mind or that would try to take over my kitchen.”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no! Noodle would nevers! I won’t disobey master!” The elf assured Harry hurriedly, his ears flapping erratically as he shook his head in emphasis.

“Good, I will take you as my elf then if you agree…” He was cut off by the overenthusiastic elf. “Oh yes, yes, yes! Yes Noodle does!”

“Then we will go to Madam Malkin’s to get you some clothes later today and then we’ll be on our way. I don’t want you to worry though; I will not be giving you clothes. I simply like my elf to be clean and well dressed, that’s all. You will also have to take meals with me if I’m home, will you be able to put up with that? ”

He could even feel the Goblin staring at him now.

“Eat with master…” The little elf was near tears and just trailed off in astonishment until the answered a couple seconds later, “yes, Noodle still wants to serve master.”

Harry nodded and went to take his seat once more. “Then it’s settled. I’ll take Noodle with me. Also, while you were gone I remembered something. Does Gringotts still set up bets on the professional Quidditch matches?”

“Yes…bet is matched with the closest opposing bet or is taken up by Gringotts, if interested…” Grod answered slowly; as if unsure he really wanted to hear whatever Harry would turn up with next.

“Then I would like to bet 500 Galleons on the Chudley Cannons to win on tomorrow’s game against the Appleby Arrows. A 300 Galleon bet to win for the Wimbourne Wasps playing against the Falmouth Falcons on the 11th and another 300 Galleon bet for a tie on the Wimbourne Wasps and Puddlemere United game on the 14th.” He also remembered Ron telling of another game on the 15th won by the Kenmare Kestrels but he didn’t get a good feel about it so decided against placing that final bet. He should turn up enough profit from the other bets anyways.

Grod frowned at him and shook his head, muttering about crazy wizards and wasting good money on pure lunacy, while shuffling desk-papers about. “Gringotts will take the Cannons bet since there are no sane wizards that would bet 500 Galleons on them and I have set up the corresponding opposing bets for the other two.”

Harry simply nodded unperturbed and motioned towards Noodle, “How much is the total then?”

“210 Galleons in addition to all account fees. Here is your first account statement and if you do not return on the 15th to check your winnings/losses personally they will automatically be added or deducted to/from your vault the next day. You will receive your account statement every 15th and at the end of each month. Here is your money pouch. Place your vault key inside and simply think of the key or the amount needed and it will appear. Is there anything else I can help you with today?” Grod asked rather rudely by now.

“No. That’ll be all for today. Have a nice day.” He said to Grod with a small smile, just to irk him and motioned for Noodle to follow him. Once on the hallway Noodle completed the servant bond with Harry went about their way.

Once outside Gringotts they finally went to Ollivanders.

Harry and Noodle entered, a chime ringing softly as they stepped up to the counter. Old Ollivander appeared as mysteriously as ever murmuring a soft, “Good morning.” His wide pale white-grey eyes still creeping Harry out. He was staring at Harry as if seeing something no one else could see.

“I need a wand.” Harry stated a bit irritated. He just wanted his wand and to get on with his day.

“Let’s see what we have here then…” the old man murmured almost talking to himself, and so the search for Harry’s wand was begun…

Two hours later Harry was about ready to scream in frustration, the first time had only taken half an hour and he had been a ‘tricky customer’ back then as well.

“I wonder…” Ollivander said looking cool as a cucumber.

“What exactly?” Harry asked with no patience left in him.

“You know Mr.…” Ollivander gave him a look and waited.

“Potter.” Harry snapped wanting to hurry things along as much as possible.

“Mr. Potter, all wands are made with a core of a powerful magical substance. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix feathers, even veela hair, etc. There is a wide range of magical substances available but do you know why we use them?” Harry rightly assumed this was a rhetorical question and waited for the old man to finish his lecture.

“The reason is that magical beings need powerful enough substances to channel their magic. This is how matching takes place, by finding the right complement in power and temperament between the core and the user. Power varies throughout the range of magical substances just like they vary among magical beings, thus a proper wand can be made for every kind of witch and wizard imaginable. You, however, are unique. Your magic is too powerful to allow an efficient flow of magic through a regular wand core; no complement exists in nature for your magic. Your magic will incinerate low-power cores and powerful cores will hinder your spell casting because they would not be powerful enough to truly mach you.”

“But I had no problem with my previous wand and it was a completely regular wand core,” Harry contradicted.

“Ah, but you must have had that wand from childhood. Magic, like most things, matures with time. Because this process is a slow one the wand you use during your development will adapt to your magic as well, especially because at the time you use it so much in your schooling, it facilitates the process.” He looked at Harry as if trying to decide something and then said, “Wait here please.”

He disappeared beyond a tower of wand boxes and then returned a few minutes later with a brown box in his hands. Harry was interested; the boxes everywhere around the store were either gray or black.

“Try this one: neem-wood and vampire-bat fangs, 10 inches; nice and sturdy.” Harry took the dark reddish-brown wand and decided right then and there that it was the last one he would try. He would take his chances going to Knockturn Alley if he had to but he’d had enough of Ollivander wands for the day.

As soon as he took the wand however, he knew he’d found the one. He felt a sudden rush of warmth go through his body. There were no flashing lights or sudden fireworks but the wand felt completely comfortable and even familiar in his hand.

“Ah…provably the only wand of its kind, made by my great-grandfather you know. Perfect for healing and defense. A very unusual combination”

Harry was really curious how the fangs of a non-magical creature could even be used for a wand core but he was too annoyed to wait through what would undoubtedly be a very long explanation. Instead he paid the 2 Galleons for his wand and rushed out the door.

He took a long deep breath once outside and turned to Noodle, “I’m really sorry about that, I didn’t think it would take so long to get a wand. Why don’t you go ahead of me? I have a room at the Leaky Cauldron, #2, go wait for me there until I return. Here’s a Galleon, buy yourself something if you get hungry, we’ll go buy your clothes tomorrow.” He turned around and swiftly headed for Knockturn Alley. He knew Noodle will be fine and he didn’t want to stay too long in case Noodle started channeling Dobby.

He put on his hood and headed for the bookstore Hermione had gotten most of their research books from. It was in one of those books in fact that he had read about human-vampires, which is what he believed Severus was. He was hoping to find a book that will help Severus, as well as a copy of the original book he had read, 'The Vampire' by Kula Countdra. The Vampire was too advanced for Severus at the moment, not to mention that it was a 1970 special edition.

He finally saw the store: Binks’ Rare & Limited Ed. Books. He stepped inside and walked towards the witch sorting books by the cash register. “Excuse me; do you have any books on magical beings?” She pointed to the left without looking up and said, “Last aisle, follow the arrows.”

He walked to where she had indicated and saw two arrows. One was pointing to the right marked: Vampires & Veela. The other one was marked: Werewolves & Yeti and pointed to the left. And that’s when he got his first real shock of the day.

Albus Dumbledore was standing near the end of the aisle reading a book in front of the werewolf section. He was under glamour of course, but Harry had been able to look through those for the past three years. Under the gentle rainbow like swirls of magic surrounding Dumbledore, Harry could see a much younger Dumbledore than the one he knew. He was dressed in bright purple robes with little golden broomsticks flying around, but his beard and hair were a mix of bright auburn and white, instead of the complete silver-white he was used to. He felt overwhelming grief and love for the old man, along with a faint resentment that he didn’t even try to hold back.

Harry made sure his hood covered his face adequately and focused his senses on Dumbledore. Dumbledore was contemplating something with slight worry but hopeful at the same time; and deeper still he felt happiness, a satisfied feeling of accomplishment but a little worried about being good enough for the job.

Harry slowly retreated and remembered that it was around this time that Dumbledore had been appointed Deputy Headmaster, and he didn’t have to wonder why he was reading up on werewolves. Following his instincts he approached, stopping a couple of feet in front of Dumbledore. “Don’t worry Professor, you will be a wonderful Deputy and the young werewolf will be a very clever Gryffindor, one of the best students to ever learn at Hogwarts.”

Dumbledore almost dropped the book he was reading in astonishment but didn’t reply. Harry calmly walked over to the vampire section and ignored Dumbledore’s piercing stare at his back. A few more seconds passed and then Dumbledore left without a word.

Harry sighed into his chest, he really hated when he acted on pure instinct. He had no idea what he was going to say until he had already said it. It always felt eerie whenever that happened; it was too reminiscent of Trelawney for his peace of mind.

Pushing the event aside for now he focused on the books in front of him instead. An hour of searching later, Harry walked to the register with his finds. 'Born a Human-Vampire: A Guide,' Vol. I-II; 'Reaching Maturity' (for when Severus was older); 'The Vampire' (1960ed.); and 'Human-Vampires: A Parent’s Guide.' The last one should come in handy, if he was going to try and help Severus he might as well learn as much as he could, not to mention that he could also make a copy for Severus’ mother as well. From what little he remembered of Snape, he loved his mother so he had high hopes that he will find an ally in her instead a hindrance. The Snape he knew was not a vampire though, so he still wasn’t sure what made the change possible this time around, but he had the feeling that he had something to do with it.

He headed back to his room at the Leaky Cauldron wishing he could just apparate. He was tired and hungry and wanted nothing more than some warm food and a soft bed. He checked the time and saw it was 12:48pm already. No wonder he was hungry.

Harry walked straight to his room and the first thing he saw as he entered was a very distressed house-elf standing in the middle of the room. He contained a tired sigh. “Hello Noodle, did you eat already?”

“No, Master…”

“Just Harry, please.” Harry said gently but there was no mistaking the obvious command.

Noodle stared at him wide eyed, looking like he was having trouble speaking.

“Why didn’t you eat? You weren’t hungry?” Harry asked as he removed his cloak and shoes. Noodle quickly went over him and picked up his discarded clothes. Harry knew Noodle could have taken care of it with a snap of his fingers so he was probably going nuts with nothing to do.

“No….sir. Noodle wasn’t hungry.”

“I see…are you hungry now? I’m starving. Please buy enough food for the both of us downstairs. Take any more money you need from here, I’m going take a short nap while you come back, ok?” Harry instructed while placing some money on the bedside table and lay down on the bed. He didn’t know why he was so tired; maybe it was yesterday’s blood loss.

Still, he was going to loose more blood tonight, not to mention that the conversation would undoubtedly be stressful. But things will work out well in the end, now he just had to visit the Ministry and a real state agent tomorrow and his new life would officially begin.

Surprisingly, he was looking forward to it and he fell asleep with a tiny smile on his face.
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AN: I have made up my own system to figure out the whole money thing.

Basically:
6 Knuts = $ 1 (US, I live in California)

1 Sickle = $ 5

1 Galleon = $82
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A reminder:

1 Galleon = 17 Sickles

1 Sickle = 29 Knuts