The Rebellion

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A/N Edited: 4-9-09

Chapter 5: Tales of Truth

Inside the Leaky Cauldron, and at the top of the stairs, walked three extremely tired people. Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and Petunia Dursley, soon to be Petunia Evans. Three misfits some might say, as two had been lied to all of their young lives, and one had lied to herself. They came to a stop at the end of a long winding hall where Tom the barman showed the three a set of doors opposite, and across the hall from each other.

Mrs. Dursley, and Mr. Potter, this is the nicest room we have hear at the Leaky Cauldron". Tom explained when he opened the door. They all three followed Tom inside and looked around. It really was a fine room in wizarding standards, and Harry hadn't thought there was anything of the sort in the entire building.

"Aunt Petunia, this will be where you'll stay then. It's fit for my aunt since it is the best here. Draco and I will be directly across the hall if you need us for anything. Tom can bring anything you want to eat to your room. Don't worry about paying for it, I'll take care of everything. Which reminds me, Tom, you wouldn't be able to get hold of any calming draught in one dose phials would you, and maybe some dreamless sleep potion too? If you can, please put it on my bill". Harry said finally looking at Tom.

"Of course, anything for the great Harry Potter sir. Anything you wish, just feel free to ask". Tom said as his baldhead bowed low, slowly backing out the door and closing it softly behind him with a click.

"I wish people wouldn't call me that! I'm just Harry, just a wizard like anyone else". Harry exclaimed shaking his head.

"No Harry, you're not. You are great by your actions, and things you do. Everyone knows this Harry, they only want to show you the proper respect you deserve". Explained Draco.

"It's complicated Draco, I...." Started Harry to be cut off when his aunt raised her hand.

"Harry, you're just like your mother, self-deprecating, not wanting any attention on you, which is a good trait mind you. You should be very proud of that, as you've grown to be a great person". Petunia said as she reached up a ruffled Harry's already mess of ebony hair. She then laughed, "You have your fathers hair too"!

Harry's cheeks turned red as he quickly looked down and studied the floor below him. After a minute, he walked over to the bed and placed his aunts luggage on the mattress. "Draco, would you mind enlarging these for aunt Petunia, I think she needs her rest".

Draco strolled over to the bed, and with a quick swish and flick of his wand, he muttered the charm enlarging all the luggage there.

One was an old Trunk, and it was made just like his, Harry thought. He looked at it, noticing the initials on the end, and gave a slight gasp.

"Yes, Harry that was your mothers. It hasn't been opened since you were a baby. I thought it high time you should have it. It had your baby clothes in it, along with pictures and other assorted things. I had Dudley get it out of the attic before we left". Petunia said with a tear in her eye as she looked at Harry.

Harry turned around and stared at his aunt for what seemed like an hour, but was really only a few seconds. He then walked up to his aunt and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close. "Thanks aunt Petunia, that means a lot to me". When he let her go, Draco handed him a fine silk monogrammed handkerchief. Harry took it and wiped the tears from Petunias cheeks, saving her dignity. He started to hand it back to Draco, but he held his hand up as to say keep it. Harry then gave it to his aunt to use.

"Mrs. Dursley, I need to take that Glamour off to see how well that bruise is doing. I can re-apply it once we see what it looks like. Is that OK with you"? Draco asked.

"Oh yes, that's fine. Thank you for all your help Mr. Malfoy, you are a fine gentleman", sniffed Petunia, finally getting over her brief crying spell.

"Please, call me Draco. Now then, let's see what we have". Draco raised his wand, and with a murmured spell, the glamour charm faded. The bruise had tuned to a purple colour, but had receded in size.

"Harry, come and take a look at this, you may need this as a memory". Draco told him, as he was examining the bruise.

Harry came over, looked at the bruise, and grimaced. "Why do I need to...". Harry didn't finish as he was cut off by Draco's small shake of his head.

"Harry, this is evidence for any future court hearing". Draco whispered to Harry.

"Oh". Harry muttered as he began to look at it. "Aunt Petunia does it still hurt, where Vernon hit you"? At this his aunt shook her head.

"Mrs. Dursley, if you would, put some more of the salve I gave you on it, it should clear it up completely." Draco instructed her.

"If you would, Mr. ..Draco, could you do it? I really don't really want to look at what Vernon did to me again". Petunia said with a quiver in her voice.

Draco nodded as he took the jar offered him from Petunia. He then began to apply it over the bruise and it started changing to a light brown colour before he was finished. "Mrs. Dursley, I think you might ought to take a look now, it's nothing like it was after the salve was applied". Draco transfigured a quill on the desk into small hand mirror and handed it to her. She took the proffered mirror and dared to look. She grinned seeing it was nowhere near as bad as it was. "Another application in about four hours, and it should be completely gone. Do you wish for the glamour to be reapplied? It can slow the healing rate and may take a little longer". Draco explained.

"No Draco, it looks in good shape now. Thank you, thank you both for helping me". She told them.

There was a knock, and both wizards went to the door with their wands drawn. When they opened it, it was Tom with their potions. Draco accepted them and began looking them over. He uncorked them, sniffed their contents, and then re-corked them before setting them on the desk. When all tested well, he took one of the calming draughts and offered it to Petunia.

"Mrs. Dursley, this is another calming draught, and It will help you get some rest. If you have any bad dreams, you can take one of these". Draco picked up a small red phial to show her. It's dreamless sleep potion, so it will keep you from dreaming, and allow you to sleep a full eight hours. I would suggest you try to rest without it at first, as you'll need to eat sometime today before Tom closes the kitchen". Draco said, smiling kindly at Harry's aunt.

Harry just couldn't believe how Draco had changed, and shook his head at the thought. "If everything is ok now aunt Petunia, we'll go to our room and get some rest"?

Petunia took the calming draught and nodded her head towards the door. "I'll be ok now Harry, you go do what you need to do".

At this, Harry gave his aunt another hug, turned, and walked out the door with Draco following behind. Outside the door, Harry quickly warded it against anyone except himself, Draco, his aunt, and Tom from entering. Draco looked at him with surprise at his skill, and especially at the very dark-gray warding spells he used.

"Uh Harry, where did you learn those warding spells"? Draco inquired.

"From a book in the Black library. Hermione said it was dark magic, but I however think not. There are no laws against it, as I asked Sirius". The last word Harry choked out. "There are a lot of things I'm finding I have a difference of opinion on now".

"Harry, I'm glad you’re finally seeing the truth. There's no such thing as light or dark magic, as it's all in the intent for the way the spell is used". Draco explained as they entered their room. A look at the clock showed it was 5:30 in the morning, and almost daylight. Tom had already lit the wall sconces, candles, and the fire, which was a bit much being it was July. The room was immaculate though as Draco explained. "This is the same room the Minister stays in when he has a lay over for Diagon Alley". When he looked over, Harry was already lying back on the massive four-poster bed. Still in his clothes mind you, but there he was, stretched out in all his glory. Draco warded their room then turned when he heard Harry speak.

"Draco, what did you mean by intent, about light and dark magic"? Harry asked.

Draco started to walk toward a chair by the fire when Harry cleared his throat. He turned to see Harry patting the bed beside him, and Draco’s eyebrows shot up at this.

"Draco, I don't want to shout to the other side of the room to talk. I'm way too tired for it". Harry explained.

Draco shuffled over to the bed, took off his boots, then his robe, and sat up against the headboard of the bed. "Harry, what do you think sets a spells classification as either dark or light"?

"Uh, by the type of spell it is, either dark magic or light magic. That's what I was taught anyhow". Harry explained.

"That's utter codswallop Harry"! Draco exclaimed. "The Wizengamot are who classifies a spell as either dark or light. Magic is magic Harry, whether it's dark or light. It's the same magic, and it flows from the same place within us. Whoever told you that rubbish Harry is a liar, plain and simple. However, there are the unforgivables. The intent of them is to cause harm. However, only one requires hatred to use, and that one is the cruciatus curse. The killing curse, the one you survived, requires an intent to do it in that you have to mean it when you cast it. The imperious curse does not require hate, however, it's the intent of the caster as to what the victim will do. Actually, the imperious curse could be used to save a life, say on someone who's about to jump off a bridge to kill themselves. So you see, most spells used as curses are due to the intent of the caster. A curse is merely a spell, the same magic I might add, and designed to do some form of harm. There are a lot of useful curses Harry that are labeled dark by the ministry, but if the intent is different, they can be used to help rather than hurt".

Harry nodded at this. "I never really stopped to think about it that way. Voldemort said to me, that is, when he was in the back of Quirrel’s head, that there "is no dark or light, there is only power", or I think I quoted him right. He states power instead of magic though, and I think he says that to try and lord it over people that he is more powerful than them". Harry explained.

"You mentioned something about the Dark Lord being a half-blood Harry, is that true"? Draco asked timidly.

"Of course it's true, I wouldn't lie about him. His father was a muggle by the name of Tom Riddle. Voldemort’s real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was named after his father and grandfather on his mother’s side. I'm not sure on his mother’s history. She was a witch though, and I think Marvolo was his grandfather’s name. Supposedly, his mother’s family descended from Salazar Slytherin. I do know that he murdered his father and grandparents after he left Hogwarts. Voldemort was an orphan like me, and his mother died giving birth to him I believe. He's certainly no lord; it was a self-proclaimed title. He's nothing but a filthy, murdering, raping, bastard that I will kill some day. I am the only one that can kill him according to the prophecy. I think I want to try and get a few hours’ sleep before I go to Gringotts if that's ok. You can sleep here, the bed is plenty big enough". Harry said the last with a yawn, turned over, and drifted off to sleep.

Draco studied Harry for a good few minutes while watching him sleep. Harry was handsome in his own way, or so Draco thought. Draco was gay, and it didn't bother him anymore that he was. He was away from his family now, and all their pureblood beliefs. All they worried about was him siring an heir for the Malfoy fortune. Draco snorted about that, as it seemed that was all he was worth in their eyes, and a sex toy in the eyes of Voldemort. That caused him to shutter at the thought. 'Fucking sick bastard, he is', Draco thought to himself. At this, Draco scooted down in the bed, curled up on his side, pulled the duvet over them both, and went to sleep.

Harry was knocked up from his sleep. It was daylight; he new that, as a quick look at the large clock on the mantle showed it was 11:30 in the day. He looked over and noticed Draco curled up under the duvet, still sound asleep. Finally, after stretching his arms, and with a gaping yawn, he swung his legs out of bed and went to the door. Harry found Tom the barman standing outside with a tea service.

"Mr. Potter, it was getting lunch time, and as I hadn't seen you come down yet, I thought I would bring you up some tea to start your day". Tom said bowing his head.

"Ur, thanks Tom, and have you seen my aunt Petunia yet"? Inquired Harry.

"No Mr. Potter, I haven't, but I can check on her if you like"? Tom replied with another bow.

"No, Tom, that will be all right, and I'll tend to her in a minute. Thanks anyways; you've been a really big help. By the way Tom, if anyone from the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore, or the Weasley’s happen to show up, you haven't seen any of us". Harry stated. "I will make sure you're properly reimbursed for your help. Just put everything on my bill, and I’ll sign a Gringotts draft, on my account, for it on the way down. We will be staying here for a while it looks like".

"That I will do Mr. Potter. Are you in need of anything else"? Tom asked as he tried to peer around Harry at his bed.

"That will be all Tom, thanks again." Harry said as he took the tea service, and quickly shut the door.

Harry set the tea service on the table and went over to the bed. "Draco, time to get up". At this, Draco fidgeted a bit and rolled over away from Harry. Next, Harry shook Draco by the shoulder, "DRACO, time to get up"!

"Gerooff"! Draco mumbled and settled back into the soft mattress.

"Well for fucks sake". Harry mumbled. He then yanked the duvet off Draco, and sent a mild stinging hex at his bum with his own wand. That seems to have done the trick, Harry thought, as Draco shot straight up, and landed on the floor by the other side of the bed.

"Damn it Potter, what the fuck"! Draco exclaimed.

"Well, I've been trying to wake you for several minutes, and I had to get your attention somehow". Harry said while chuckling at the sight.

"Attention my arse". Mumbled Draco, as he picked himself up from the floor, and dusted himself off.

"I put the tea on the table, and I'm going to go check on aunt Petunia to invite her over. If you’re hungry, we can order breakfast after I come back. We need to get ready and go to Gringotts, as it's 11:30 now". Harry stated while still snickering about Draco’s antics.


"Yea, yea, go on, I'll get ready". Draco half-growled.

Harry left, crossing the hall to Petunias door, and knocked. He heard someone shuffling about inside, and the door opened. "Aunt Petunia, may I come in"?

"Yes Harry, come in please". Petunia said as she stepped to the side of the door, and allowed him in.

Harry looked over his aunt, and especially her cheek. "Aunt Petunia, you look one hundred percent better this morning". Harry admitted.

"Yes dear, the bruise has completely cleared. I applied the salve as Mr. Malfoy told me, and it vanished before my eyes. He's a very smart boy if he made that. People in the muggle world would pay a fortune for it". Petunia stated with admiration. "He's also a very handsome boy isn't he".

Harry spluttered at this. He didn't know what to really say, and blushed to his ears. "Ur, aunt Petunia, would you like to join us for tea? It's 11:30 now, and Draco and I will have to leave for Gringotts bank in a bit. We can have some breakfast brought up if you would like".

"Yes, dear, let me put some slippers on, and I'll follow you over". Petunia replied while noticing Harry's blush, and discomfort. As she put on her slippers, she couldn’t help but ask, "Harry dear, is there something you would like to tell me"?

"WHAT, oh no, no, are we ready"? Harry spluttered again and quickly looking at the door.

"Yes dear, lead the way". She said with a tinkling laugh.

'Surely she couldn't tell I'm attracted to Draco, even though it’s a slight amount at that'. Harry thought to himself on the way to their room, which only caused him to blush a deeper shade of red reaching all the way to his ears. As they entered, Draco looked up from his tea.

"Harry is something wrong, your all flushed! You’re not running a fever are you"? Draco asked with a little worry.

"What, no, no, just feeling a little hot for some reason. I'll just go freshen up quickly and join you". Harry replied, as he quickly made it to the loo. Once inside, Harry closed the door and went to the sink. He looked at himself in the mirror and thought, ‘Pull yourself together dumb arse, what the Hell’s the matter with you! You never act this nervous around anyone, and where's your Gryffindor courage’? Harry quickly splashed some cold water on his face, turned around, and went back into the room.

When Harry entered, it was to his aunt Petunia giggling like a schoolgirl, and to Draco Malfoy of all people, who had a small smirk on his face. Both already sipping their tea, Harry wondered to himself if this was all some warped dream. He pinched his forearm, and with a muttered "Ouch", he made his way to the table. No, this was no dream, he thought dryly.

"Ah, Harry dear, I made your tea the way you like it, please sit down". Petunia continued.

Harry sat down with a dumbstruck expression on his face as he looked from his aunt to Draco. "Ur, um, thanks". He mumbled out.

"Harry dear, are you sure you’re all right? You look a bit peaked". Petunia said with a small grin.

"Yes aunt Petunia, it must be where I haven't slept enough. I'll take a dreamless sleep potion tonight and rest up a bit". Harry stated matter-of-factly. "Anyone for a late breakfast, I'm kind of hungry myself".

"I'll take care of it Harry". Draco said with a smirk. "Nod"!

With a small pop, Nod appeared by his master. This startled Petunia a little as she stared at the little house elf with bulging eyes.

"Oh, Master Draco, can Nod be getting you something"? Inquired Nod who gave his master a slight bow.

"Yes Nod, please go downstairs and have Tom the barman send up three full English breakfasts with some scones on the side". At this Nod popped out of sight with a snap of his bony fingers.

"What was that"? Petunia asked looking from Draco to Harry.

"Oh, I'm sorry aunt Petunia, that was a house elf, and Draco is his master". Harry explained, while looking Petunia over to see if she was going to scream and run out.

Petunia didn't though. She stood her ground and asked, "You mean they are real? I heard Lily speak of them often, but never have I met one in the flesh. You must tell me all about them".

"They're hard to do without in the wizarding world Mrs. Dursley. Most pureblood families have a full staff of them. Some are not treated well though, but I was never like that with Nod. We've been friends since my father bought him for me when I started school. You'll have to ask Harry about freeing one from my father sometime. He was furious for weeks over it, but that's what he got for mistreating the poor creature". Draco answered, and Harry squirmed while thinking about Dobby.

Petunia turned to Harry with a questioning look, and Harry felt slightly un-nerved before he spoke up. "Uh, yes aunt Petunia, it was the same one who dropped the pudding when Vernon’s business associate and his wife were there". Harry looked down at his tea, waiting to be scolded.

Petunia bellowed out laughing. "Oh yes, the Masons, and she got exactly what she deserved, the uppity bitch. Coming into our home, and looking down her nose at everything we had. We might have not been rich, but at least we had a home, and food on the table, humph"! Petunia finished with a giant huff.

Harry just looked dumbstruck again at his aunt, with his mouth gaping open. Draco reached over with the tips of his fingers, and lifted his chin to shut it.

"I quite like your aunt Harry, she's a barrel of laughs". Draco commented with a grin.

Harry just shook his head at all of it. He then heard a pop again, and there was Nod with a silver tray full of food that was larger than the elf itself. If he didn't know Nod was under it, Harry would have thought the tray was floating in mid air. Nod then went around the table and served each of them their breakfast.

"Thank you Nod, and if Harry's auntie needs anything, please tend to her in the same way I instructed you to treat Harry. For now though, you may go back to Hogwarts to stay with Dobby". Draco instructed the little creature.

Before he could pop out though, Harry spoke to him. "Uh, Nod, how is Dobby"?

Nod couldn't help it and he started to shed tears. "Oh, the great Harry Potter is concerned with us house elves. It is like they all said, he is the great friend of all creatures and beasts, large and small". At this he reached for a napkin and blew his nose. After all, Draco had taught him impeccable manners. "Dobby be Fine Harry Potter sir. Can Nod take a message to Dobby for the great Harry Potter"? At this, Harry dropped his head to the table with a loud thump.

"Harry, mind your manners". Petunia warned.

"Yes aunt Petunia". Harry mumbled then turned to Nod. "Thank you Nod. Just tell him that I was wondering how he and Winky were doing, and tell him that I may have need of him in the future. Also, tell him to keep a watch on Kreacher, and if he sees anything off, come and tell me at once".

"Yes master Harry Potter sir, anything the great Harry Potter wants"! And with that said, Nod snapped his fingers and was gone in a pop.

"House elves". Harry muttered shaking his head. "OK then, let's eat, I'm starved"!

They eat pretty much in silence. Petunia watching all the while as each boy would sneak a glance at the other.

When they were finished, Harry cleared his throat causing Petunia and Draco to notice him. "Uh, aunt Petunia, Draco and I need to head out to Gringotts bank now. It's almost one o'clock, and we should get started. Feel free to stay in here if you want, or we can come and let you know when we are back. If you need anything, just say Nod's name loudly, and he will appear at your side immediately. Tomorrow, I plan on going into muggle London to do some shopping". At this, Draco's eyes lit up. "We may stop by a few shops in Diagon Alley before we get back. You can look out into the alley from your room, since it faces it. If you would like to go out into the alley, just ask Tom, and he can escort you through the portal out back".

"Thank you Harry dear. I think I will go back to my room and rest some more. Please let me know when you return, and we can have dinner together this evening if you want"? Petunia asked hopefully.

"Yes aunt Petunia, I would like that. Draco, are your ready"? Harry asked trying to nudge him along.

"Yes, let me get my things I need from my trunk. Do you need anything Mrs. Dursley"?

"No dear, and call me Petunia if you like. I'm heading back now, so let me know that you’re ok when you get back".

Petunia took her leave, and Draco walked up to Harry. "I take it you two never got along before"?

"It's a long story Draco, and I'll tell you about it when we get back. It's different seeing her this way, I just can't believe it". Harry sincerely remarked, while shaking his head.

"Harry, we will need to cast some glamour’s on each other so no one will recognize us. The Goblins will be able to see through them, and know whom we are, so no worries there. We'll wear some summer cloaks, and keep our hoods up also". Draco explained.

"Uh, Ok. It's just that I feel funny allowing you to aim a wand at me". Harry said with a nervous laugh.

"Harry, if I wanted to do something to you, I could have last night in your sleep. I'm not like that now Harry, and I was hoping that you would have figured that out". Draco said as he looked down at his feat.

Harry didn't know what to do. One thing was certain though; he surely knew how to stick his extra large foot in his overly active mouth. Finally though, he got up enough nerve to speak. "Hello, I'm Harry Potter, and you are"? He then held his had out to Draco.

Draco looked at the proffered hand, took it in his, and then proceeded to shake it vigorously. "Hello, I'm Draco Malfoy, I'm glad to meet you also". That was said with one of the biggest smiles Harry had ever seen on the Slytherin. "Come on Harry, we don't have all day, let's get going".

Draco started the charms on Harry first. He turned his hair brown, lengthened it to his shoulders, changed his eye's to brown, and hid his scar with the last spell. In turn, Harry changed Draco’s hair to black, his light gray-blue eyes to a dark blue, gave him a handlebar mustache, and lengthened his hair to his shoulders. Next, they put on their summer cloaks and went out the door. Harry also took his invisibility cloak along for good measure.

As they strolled through Diagon Alley with their hoods up, nobody noticed them. When they got close to Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, Molly and Arthur came out of the door. Both quickly paused, and watched the couple walk right by them without noticing.

"Ten galleons say they already know I'm missing. I was supposed to write the Order every three days, and the last day one was due was yesterday. I bet they've already asked Tom, as they always floo into the Leaky Cauldron when coming here. They looked a little nervous, and they were walking faster than normal". Harry stated as they marched the rest of the way to Gringotts steps.

Once inside, they walked straight to the back of the bank where Harry met his first goblin during his first year. He took his key out of his pocket, and cleared his throat at the Goblin to get his attention. Harry leaned in towards the Goblin and whispered, "Hello, I'm Harry Potter, and I would like to speak to whoever is over the Potter estate. I also need to speak with someone about the Black estate".

The Goblin looked around and his eyes landed on Draco. "Ah yes Mr. Potter, and I see you have Mr. Malfoy with you. I am Mr. Gornuk, Mr. Griphook’s assistant. I wondered when I would be finally seeing you, and I suppose young Mr. Malfoy also needs to speak to his administrator"? At this, both Harry and Draco nodded. "Very well then, please follow me". With that, the goblin crawled down off his stool, and led them in trough a half door at the end of the counter.

Harry and Draco walked through and fell into step behind the goblin. "Uh, Mr. Gornuk, I would rather appreciate it if nobody found out I was here today. I would very much appreciate it if this was all kept quiet from everyone, including Albus Dumbledore". Harry stated with respect to the goblin.

Gornuk stopped for a moment and looked up at Harry. "Ah yes, I see what the rumors mean now. Such courtesy and respect to a goblin. You will do well Mr. Harry Potter, you have our respect also". At this, Gornuk turned and lead the way down a long hall to a room at the very end. "You both have the same administrator, and his name is Mr. Griphook. He will be pleased to see you Mr. Potter, such respect. If all wizards were like you, we would not have these dark times". With this, the small goblin gave a small bow and opened the doors to a large conference room. "Mr. Griphook will be with you both shortly".

Harry and Draco walked inside as Gornuk closed the two large gold doors behind them. Draco went straight to a chair and set back like he owned the place. Harry however, remained standing, and was looking out a large window onto Diagon Alley. A few moments later, the two large golden doors opened, and Griphook entered. The doors closed behind the small goblin on their own, and Harry turned, holding out his hand to the goblin.

"Good afternoon sir, I'm Harry Potter", Harry said with his hand outreached to the small goblin. Griphook was taken back by this, as he had never encountered a wizard like this before. Griphook finally took Harry's hand and gave it one shake, letting it go, and looked up straight into Harry's eyes.

"Ah yes, the Great Harry Potter. My name is Mr. Griphook, and I am the administrator here at Gringotts for the Potter and Malfoy estates. Please Mr. Potter, have a seat". The goblin directed Harry to an empty chair next to the one at the upper end of the table. That forced Draco to get up and move beside him.

As Draco walked up to where Harry had sat down, Griphook looked up at the Malfoy heir through his small spectacles. "Yes". The goblin said with a slight sneer, then uttered some words under his breath that sounded like "ungrateful", "arrogant", and "No respect", or that's what Harry thought he caught.

"Now, Mr. Potter, how can I help you"? Asked Griphook.

"Well sir, I have a load of questions I would like answered about both the Potter and Black estates. Draco here needs to find some things out about his vault and holdings I'm sure. We also need to take some money out today, and get some galleons converted to pounds'. Harry stated with hope.

"Very well Mr. Potter, let us start with the money first shall we. How much do you need to take out, and how much do you need converted? I can have this all done for you by the end of our meeting". Griphook explained.

"Uh, well, Mr. Griphook, I need to know the total on my account first if that is ok"? Harry stumbled through his words to the goblin. He was pants at this, as he had never had to take care of this before.

Griphook waved his hand over the table, and a parchment appeared on it. He then slid it over to Harry to look over. Harry picked it up, and when he saw the totals, his eyes almost bugged out of his head. He couldn't breathe for a minute, and had to swallow his stomach back down before it prominently displayed itself on the table in front of him. "Uhm Draco, is this right, or do I need new glasses"? Harry asked shakily while sliding the parchment over to Draco.

Draco looked it over and tensed up. He then made a small cough, and handed it back to Harry. Nervously, Draco said, "Yes Harry, you would be correct".

"Mr. Griphook, there has to be a mistake, as I don't have that kind of money. I only have the one vault, and there's no way there's that many galleons in it surely"? Harry worded it like a question.

Griphook took back the paper and looked it over. "Yes, Mr. Potter this is correct. You have ten properties that are valued somewhere around ten million galleons. Your gold on hand is 53,500,777 galleons, plus some odd sickles and knuts. You have four vaults, where three hold your gold, and one your ancestral heirlooms".

"I didn't know any of this"! Exclaimed Harry with a stunned expression on his face. "How come nobody has told me about any of it"? Harry first looked at Griphook, then over at Draco.

Draco had turned white as a sheet, or whiter than he was normally. His brow was sweating, and he was licking his lips while trying to think of an answer to Harry's question.

"The smallest vault, the one you have been to Mr. Potter, is your trust vault that your parents set up for school, and for you to use as you wish. It still has a little over one million galleons in it", Replied Griphook. "You also have four other vaults on a level lower that were recently left to you by your Godfather, Sirius Black". With this, he waved his hand over the table and another parchment appeared. This one he slid across the table to Harry to look over too. Harry picked the parchment up, looked it over, and dropped it like he was burned. He stood quickly from his seat, rushed to the nearest waste bin, and quickly lost what was left of his late breakfast.

Draco quickly took the parchment, looked at the totals, and immediately dropped it from his shaking hand. All he could mutter was two shaky words, "Oh lord". He stood slowly on wobbly legs and made his way over to Harry. He held Harry's hair out of his face, while rubbing small circles on his back, trying his best to calm him down. He waited until Harry's heaves had subsided, and handed him a calming draught from his robe pocket. He was glad he brought a few with him, as he downed one himself. They both set there on the floor for a minute until the potions worked. Finally, they made their way back to their seats.

"I never knew Sirius was that rich". Harry stated simply as he gazed at the wall in front of him. Finally unshed tears came to his eyes despite the calming draught he just consumed. After a bit, he finally managed to speak, "I would give it all away in a heart beat to have Sirius back with me”.

Draco reached over and took Harry's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Harry, he wanted you to have it. He would not have wanted my deranged relatives to gain access to it and feed Voldemort’s coffers. He loved you Harry, or he wouldn't have given it to you. I never knew he was your Godfather, and I'm sorry for ever making light of him; I should have never done it. The things that Severus said about him, well I won't get into that here. I've found out that he's not too awfully truthful about things that have happened in the past".

Harry turned to Draco with tears in his eyes. "Thanks Draco, that really means a lot to me. He was the only family that I felt I had left. He treated me like a son, and a best friend over those two short years. When I get a hold of Peter Pettigrew, and Voldemort, I'll do more than just kill them. They both have some punishment coming". The last Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Uh-hm". Griphook cleared his throat. "Sirius Black left you a total of fifteen residences, however one we can't see the address for. It's just named as the Black House. Why the address will not appear, we're not certain".

"It's under the 'Fidelius charm', so no one can utter its address besides the secret keeper". Harry told Griphook. "I know where it is, though, and since this has happened, I'm wondering what will happen to the charm since Sirius is dead".

"I'm not sure". Stated Griphook. “Also, you inherited quite a bit of additional gold. The total comes to 37,580,696 galleons with some odd sickles and knuts. That gives you a grand total of 91,081,473 galleons, with the odd numbers of sickles and knuts. At the current muggle conversion rate, you would have 455,407,365 pounds. This of course does not included the estimated worth of the twenty-five properties. Mr. Black set aside 1,000,000 of those galleons into another trust fund for you that is contained in one of the four vaults he left. I would recommend placing it all in your original trust vault to save on extra vault fees". Griphook concluded.

"Uh, yes, please go ahead and do that. Charge the account for moving it". Muttered a shocked Harry.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, I will make the move today. Now about the trust, and the wills. You receive everything of course. However, you will only be allowed access to the trust vault until you turn seventeen. You will receive your full inheritance then, or that is unless you become married, and in which case, you are then considered an adult. If I may say so, you would do better by allowing us to issue you a wizarding credit card at this time. It will work the same in the muggle world as we exchange with the major muggle banks in pounds. The going conversion rate now is approximately five pounds on the galleon. In other words, five pounds equals one galleon. Since you own a good majority of the shares in this bank, I think we can wave any charges for a platinum card as a courtesy of course". Explained Griphook.

"Uh, yes, that will be fine Mr. Griphook, and thank you". Griphook looked at Harry with the utmost respect and grinned. That to say the least is not a pleasant site, with a mouth too large for the head, and rows of pointy teeth. "Mr. Griphook..." Harry started but Griphook held up a hand to stop him.

"Mr. Potter, you may drop the formalities with me, please feel free to call me Griphook". The goblin nodded his head and smiled.

"Uh, yes, Griphook. I would like to convert fifteen-hundred galleons now into pounds. Also, I would like to withdraw five hundred galleons for my use, if that's possible"? Harry asked.

"Oh, yes, I will have this done by the end of our meeting". Griphook took a form out of a drawer behind the table, filled it out and handed it to Harry to sign. Harry did so and handed it back to Griphook who with a wave of his hand, made it vanish in mid air. "You should also set you up some accounts at the stores you want in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade. You will not need any coins with you, just your signature. I will have the draft contracts placed in your money pouch for when we leave today. Now, what were the questions you wanted to ask"?

"I, ur, want to know who else is administering my estates besides Gringotts"? Harry inquired politely.

"Albus Dumbledore is for the Potter and Black estates". Griphook sneered at this.

"Sir, I want to remove him, and allow you to only to administer them for now on. I would also like to know if any money has been used that I never agreed to. I have never been shown anything about my Potter account since I've known I had it". Harry stated. At this, Draco looked at Harry like he was crazy. Griphook was startled himself at the revelation. He had been assured Harry was always kept in aware.

"Mr. Potter sir, I was under the understanding you knew of everything according to Albus Dumbledore. You did not know about any funding to the....". Griphook cut himself off looking at Draco.

Harry saw this, and quickly answered Griphook’s silent question. "Griphook, Draco Malfoy is on my side now, not the Orders, or Voldemort’s. He can listen in, do not worry, as I trust him". With that Draco looked upon Harry with a fondness he never new he could bestow.

"Right Mr. Potter, well, Albus Dumbledore has, from time to time, used money from your account to fund the Order of the Phoenix's operations. He brought in signed drafts with your name on them. We, here at the bank, thought you knew all about this"! Griphook exclaimed.

Draco shot up out of his chair at this. "That thieving, underhanded bastard. I knew it Harry! I had a feeling we would find this today, but I just wouldn't say anything because I didn't want to hurt you". Draco turned towards Griphook then. "Mr. Griphook, what do we need to do to get Harry's money back? This has to stop now, nip it in the bud right this minute". Draco was gulping air where he was breathing so hard.

"Draco please settle down, will you, and let him talk". Harry tried to reason.

"Settle down! The man's been robbing you blind Harry"! Draco shot back.

"Draco, it's not like I would miss it with what I've got". Harry said calmly. Draco just looked at him like he was insane.

"I'm afraid I have to agree with Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter. For Gringotts, and the goblin community, this is a grave injustice. Why even if one galleon goes missing, we work until we find out where it went. We do not uphold stealing at any cost. Whether he's the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot or not, he committed a very serious crime. We absolutely will not allow this at all, we will get your money back Mr. Potter"! Griphook stated this firmly and banged his fist on the table. "Mr. Potter, I need you to sign a signature card this very minute". With that, Griphook summoned the card and passed it to Harry.

Harry took the card and signed it, passing it back to Griphook. Griphook then looked it over, and cast a charm on it, plus sealed it with a ring he wore on his right hand. He then waved his hand over the table and a stack of old drafts appeared. He placed the signature card next to the pile of drafts and waved his hand over both. The stack of drafts glowed an orange color and stood still. Griphook stood up in his chair at this and started swearing in what had to be Gobbledygook. He finally switched to the Queens English once he calmed down. "Mr. Potter, not a one of these drafts sorted from the other. They are in fact all forgeries. Someone copied, and thereby forged your name onto them, and Albus Dumbledore brought them in to have them cashed. He in fact counter-signed all of them. That means, Mr. Potter, that he embezzled a little over two and one-half million galleons from your Potter account! There's also one that just came in early this morning against the Black account, again with your signature along with his for an additional fifty thousand galleons. I just stopped it by calling it here, so the money hasn't been transferred yet. This money was heading directly to Albus Dumbledore’s private account"! Griphook then waved his hand and two parchments appeared on the table. Griphook began filling them out as quickly as possible. His beady little eyes looked over everything he wrote. When finished, he finally pushed them over to Harry. "Mr. Potter, sign at the bottom line marked by the X. This will relieve him as an administrator, and place me as the sole one".

Draco took them first and looked each over for any discrepancies. He finally gave a nod to Griphook, and handed them over to Harry who signed them. Harry then in turn handed them back to Griphook who again waved his hand over the parchments, and using the same ring, sealed them both. Finally, he waved his hand again, and the parchments vanished on their way to book keeping, and to the main legal vault of Gringotts.

Griphook waved his hand a second time, and the account records for one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore appeared. He looked it over and handed the parchment over to Harry while Draco stood up, and read it over his shoulder. It showed that Dumbledore had 1,200,000 galleons in his account, and Harry handed it back to Griphook. "Mr. Potter, I know this does not match what was taken, but it's almost half of it. It's an awful lot for the salary of a Headmaster at Hogwarts. Albus Dumbledore was raised a poor wizard where his family died when he was young. He was just out of Hogwarts when his sister died, and his mother shortly before her. His father was in Azkaban for doing something to some muggles. What was left of the estate was split between him and his younger brother Aberforth. You may know him, as he owns the Hogshead tavern in Hogsmeade". At this, Harry looked stunned. "There was very little money left after they buried their sister, so that leaves us at where did all this money come from? If you’re thinking the same thing as I am right now, then I would say that you have a ninety-nine percent chance of being correct. He has been milking the Potter coffers since your parents died it looks like. I am sorry about this Mr. Potter, it should never have happened".

Griphook summoned a blue slip of parchment from the drawers behind him. He filled it out quickly, and handed it to Harry. "Mr. Potter, please sign this on the bottom by the X". At this, Harry complied. Draco knew what it was but kept silent. Griphook started to wave his hand, but Harry stopped him.

"Griphook, what exactly was that that I just signed"? Harry inquired not knowing.

"Why Mr. Potter, it is a transfer slip. It will allow us to move the contents in gold from Albus Dumbledore’s vault into yours". Griphook stated calmly.

"Hold up a second on that if you will". Harry said quickly. "I want you to open up another account, and a vault in the name of Petunia Dursley. Transfer those funds there please". Draco almost broke his neck looking at Harry so fast. He didn't say anything though, and would wait until later.

Griphook nodded his understanding. He incinerated the old transfer slip, and summoned a new one for Harry to sign again with the new information on it. He also had Harry sign another parchment for the vault, then waved his hand causing them to vanish. "Mr. Potter, I will need an address for her on the account. If you don't know it, we can wait for seven days for it, is that understood"? Harry nodded yes. "Without the address, it could freeze her assets where she can not withdraw from it unless the address is completed. Would you like a credit card for her like yours"?

"Ur, yes, please. She's a squib and doesn't make it to Diagon Ally often". Harry replied, and with that, they finished all the paperwork.

"Now, anymore questions"? Griphook asked Harry.

"Yes there is. When can I gain access to the ancestral heirloom vaults"? Harry asked hoping with all hope he could today.

"You can visit them now if you like. Albus Dumbledore was never allowed into those. They have blood attuned tumblers and wards. You are the only one who can enter those as the heir. You can take someone with you though at any time you like". Griphook said this looking at Draco.

"Thank you Mr. Griphook, you have been a great help today. I almost forgot, what about the keys to the vaults? Doesn't Dumbledore have them"? Harry questioned.

"Not anymore he doesn't. When I sealed those administrative parchments and sent them to the legal vault, wherever those keys were, they vanished with a puff of smoke. A set of new keys was created which will be in that box on top of the credenza". At this, Griphook crawled down from his chair and went over to the credenza. He summoned a small step stool, then climbed up and opened the box. From there he retrieved two sets of keys, brought them back over to the table, and climbed back up into his seat. He removed one key handing it to Harry. Harry noticed it had a P on the ear, and was just like his old skeleton key in his pocket. At this, Harry caught himself. He put his hand in his pocket and found it was in fact empty. He grinned at this, and knew the old keys were destroyed. At that, he placed the new key in his pocket.

"If you wouldn't mind, I would like to stop by the Potter heirloom vault when Draco goes down"? Harry asked, and Griphook nodded his acknowledgement.

"Is that all for now Mr. Potter"? Griphook asked with another goblin like grin.

"Uh, yes at the moment it is, and thank you Mr. Griphook". Harry grinned back.

"Mr. Malfoy, what can I do to help you today"? Griphook asked looking over his spectacles at him with beady black eyes.

Draco looked at the goblin for a moment, and spoke, "Mr. Griphook, I need to check on my coffers, plus I need to move my vault, and have a new key made. Since I found out about my father being a death eater, I'm afraid of them pilfering what I have, and I'm sure you understand this"? Draco worded it as a question.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy, I can see why". Griphook said, and waved his hand over the table again. A sheet of parchment appeared which he handed to the young blond wizard. When Draco read it, he jumped up and was livid.

"Fifty thousand galleons! There was a little over a million in there last time I checked! What in the world is going on here?" Draco demanded.

"Mr. Malfoy, please calm down. Your father came in a few days before he was arrested by the auror’s at the Ministry. He removed the funds, saying that you would soon not need them. He said that you were to be moving in with his employer, if I recall his words correctly". Griphook stated matter-of-factly.

At this, Draco ran to the same rubbish bin and projectile vomited. Harry went over to help him, thus returning the favor. Draco though was shaking violently, and Harry knew something bad was intended for Draco by the way he was acting. Once Draco's heaving was over, Harry dug in Draco’s pockets for another calming draught, and found his last one. He pulled the cork with his teeth and held Draco while he fed the potion to him. At this, Draco broke down and started crying. He grabbed onto Harry and buried his head in Harry's neck. Harry didn't know what to do, so he just held him rubbing his back. He kept whispering reassuring words to him until the potion had taken effect. Finally, Draco got his composure, and leaned back while looking Harry in the eye.

"What's happened Draco, you can tell me". Harry said softly.

"Oh God Harry, the night before I came to you, my mother had invited my aunt Bella over. When I went down to dinner, I found out another guest would be arriving. Well you can guess who showed up, he was the most inhuman monster I've ever seen. Harry, he looked at me like a piece of meat, and was blatantly trying to flirt with me at the table. Fortunately, Nod made an excuse up for me and got me out of there. That's when I wrote you, right after it happened. I had already viewed those memories, and had made up my mind then. Before I left though, Bella came to my room, and before I knew it, I was writhing on the floor under the cruciatus curse. All the while, she was cackling about me trying to take her lover away from her. It was sickening Harry, I'll never go back around my family again. And, by the looks of it, my father practically sold me, or whored me out to Voldemort". Draco said and started to tremble again. He grabbed hold of Harry, and hugged him for a few more moments until the trembling stopped. Finally, they broke apart, stood, and made it back to the table.

"Griphook, can you make a dual-account vault for Draco so nobody can accesses his money but he or I"? Harry asked. At this Griphook nodded. "I want you to transfer from the Black account funds, the difference that was taken by Lucius Malfoy to it, as Draco is a Black by Blood". Draco looked at Harry and tried to stop him, but Harry would have none of it. Harry just took Draco’s hand and gave it a small squeeze.

"Harry Potter, I do think you are the 'Chosen One' as the Daily Prophet has been saying. Since I am the administrator, and know what has happened, I would be glad to do it. I have never met someone so unselfish as you, and I am honored to do it". With that said, Griphook performed the transfer, and handed Draco a new key.

Draco couldn't help it; he threw himself at Harry and hugged him hard enough to almost crack a rib. "Mr. Griphook, you’re not the only one to be honored to know him, because I am too". With that said, Draco wiped a tear out of his eye with his sleeve. "Harry, are you ready to go down to the vaults"?

"Yes Draco, lets go. After we leave here, I would like to go by the Daily Prophet to give a little interview. Then, we can go shopping, and give aunt Petunia some good news, so what do you say"? Harry asked.

Draco gave him a nod, too choked up to speak, and they followed Griphook out of the conference room and down to the vaults.




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