30. Agreements

After being taken to a new room, the elf node that appears makes a sign, indicating a new armchair. "How can Gringotts help you, Mr. Black?" he looked calm, and at the same time, anxious about something.

"See, this is how you start a proper negotiation, not with a knife and threats. I like your style, so if we get a deal that's right for both sides, we can win a lot.

Now for starters as I know who my parents are but I still need to prove to a few things I hope if you are my bank representative you can fight for our rights mr. Grotooth." I say calmly to the goblin.

"Gringotos will do its best to stand by such an esteemed lord, that's how Gringotts works." he replies full of flourishes.

"Very good Mr. Grotooth, but we both know that Gringotts works for itself, not for the best of both sides. So that litany won't work on me. Don't see me as an enemy, sir.

I'm just trying to protect what's rightful and precious to me, and it's not even the financial side of the matter. But let's stop the pleasantries, we have important business to attend to.

To begin with, I'd like Gringotts to get in touch with Andromeda Tonks, nee Black, and until she arrives, we can run the inheritance test. But regarding the names of my fathers, you will keep complete secrecy about who my mother is. Even if they are offered the Elder Wand.

And I'm going to explain in all the letters why, mr. Grotooth, when I cursed the previous goblin, I did it in a way that, the curse was not familiar, but racial, so when any of you try to harm me, the curse will act, and it will stretch to your predecessors, and if not be enough, successors. Am I clear?" I give my best smile.

"We can start with that then." he had lost his anxiety now, replaced by only a faint fear, and well hidden, a hatred.

"You don't have to hate me, after all, what I do is only for my safety, as well as those I consider mine. And for the happiness of Gringotts, I intend to create something that will help you a lot.

But let's start from the beginning. Ask Madame Andromeda to come, and let's do the heredity test."

And so it was done. He sent a short letter, asking Andromeda Tonks to come to Gringotts as soon as possible, and as soon as the owl flapped its wings, he prepared the objects for the test.

It was pretty quick, no problems. I was the son of Lilian Evans (Potter) and Sirius Black. Of course the little elf was lost with that information, after all, who wouldn't be? That left me as the Boy Who Lived's half brother.

As soon as my kinship with Sirius was proven, I put on the ring of the Black heir, who didn't reject me, even after the goblin tried to warn me that, being an ancient family and prone to pure blood, it could harm me.

When I put the ring on, I just felt that I was accepted, it seemed that my mind had lost a fog that previously hid some important information, such as the location of the mansion, the name of the family's house-elf, the few relatives still alive.

"Now that this part is finished, let's get to the coolest part of the thing, Mr. Grotooth. I would like to create a company, Consórcio Verde, with the legal facade of a place for planting herbs and raising rare magical animals.

Of course, I'll let Gringotts also put their capable goblins in this endeavor, giving 25% of the profits made, provided you don't try to cause any trouble.

Of my 75%, 1/3 of that amount will be reinvested in hiring a security force. Preferably Muggle-born or half-blood, but without a criminal record. I don't care if they're lycanthropes, as long as they haven't attacked people for pleasure.

Also hire, using another 1/3 of the profits, for new Potioners, and let them research new ways to deal with lycanthropy and mental illness. I think we will have enough material to make new discoveries.

What do you think of this proposal Mr. Grotooth?" I look directly into the eyes of the leprechaun, who was absurdly scheming the values of each job, the profit that could be generated, as well as the long-term gains.

"I think your idea is very good, but with a high risk. The estimated loss in the first 6 months would be one that would hurt even your coffers, but if done correctly, the profit after the initial period would be absurd." he seemed excited, of course, for his race, easy sums made the hatred disappear.

"That's why our goblin friends are getting 25%. Nothing in this life, or in this world, comes for free, coinmaster. That's Gringotts' job, to keep the money flowing into our pockets.

Of course, greed can blind the creatures, but I hope you're smarter than that, I don't want to have to change my manager so soon." I glared at the goblin, smiling in amusement when I saw his expression.

Putting him as my manager meant that, of the 25% given to Gringotts, he would have a % of his own, within that amount. Of course, I did this on the grounds that, he wants to make money, and he will if he's smart.

"I'll make the arrangements with the utmost care, Mr. Black. Anything else we need to discuss?" he seemed much friendlier and more cheerful now.

"Just details here and there, some money for me to carry in my pocket, and also a place to live, in case my conversation with Mistress Andromeda doesn't go too well." I shrug.

"I'll start looking into these things right away, hold on Mr. Black." he turned his attention to some papers on his desk, and sometimes he took out one or another booklet from the drawers to look for something.

After a while, a beautiful lady with a youthful appearance, but with the lines of age making her more beautiful, walks into the office, and I'm not going to lie, I regret not trying to come back with a grown-up body.