38. Family (3)

Grotooth received us very happily. He was radiant, because little by little, our project was moving slowly, but firmly and safely. Cousin And was helping out here and there when she wasn't at work or with us.

"My friend, would you please pass this amount to Mr. Arthur Weasley's coffers and this other one to Mrs. Weasley's coffers?" I hand a parchment to the goblin, who quickly starts looking through the notes.

"Evans, what are you doing? We don't need your family's money, Molly and I will work things out like we always have." he argues. "And our account is joint, we haven't had separate accounts in years." he finishes.

Of course I knew that, but I opened new accounts in their names, using my power as head of the family, and now, he just had to get the keys to the vaults.

"Uncle Art, that money was yours, it was my grandmother who blocked the inheritance that both you and Aunt Molly were entitled to receive. And I know that your account is joint, and knowing that I would need to go through your scrutiny to make the transfer, I used my power as the head of the household to open the accounts."

I explain calmly to him, with a false presumption, while Harry laughs at Arthur's amazed face.

"But, how…what…who…when…" he was somehow trying to formulate a question, of the countless I bet he has.

"Your account manager will explain everything." I say with a shrug at the redhead, who is clearly not happy about it. "Grotooth, can you explain this to your client later? Harry needs to take his inheritance test, and get some things that are rightfully yours."

"Of course, follow me, Mr. Weasley, I'll fill you in on a few things while the heirs await Griphook's arrival." he leaves with Arthur, and I look with sharp eyes at the door.

Griphook, is the same elf from the books and movies, who betrays Harry in the struggle for possession of the chalice, taking the sword with him, and leaving the trio to die in the Lestrange vault.

A few seconds later, the damn elf enters, and looks at me with a certain fear in his eyes. "How can I help you, gentlemen?" he looked nervous as he tried to be polite.

"Harry Potter has come to take his inheritance test, as well as to collect his Potter heir ring, his vault key, and his parents' wills." I say, with a lot of hate in every word.

This startled even Harry, who, looking at me, noticed my eyes shining as I looked directly at the goblin.

"One second, young heir, I'll get the equipment." he tries to walk away.

"Yes, and also bring the ledger with the Potter family assets." I ask, making the goblin sweat even more.

He runs out of the room, as Harry turns to me. "What's going on bro?" he was worried about my sudden anger.

"The little thief did something he shouldn't have, and most likely, now that you're here, and with me, he's worried we might find out about his shenanigans." I explain to the boy, who nods.

So we wait. No more than 5 minutes later, the leprechaun returns, with 3 others on his tail, carrying some boxes. He nervously places the items for the inheritance test, and a box, on the table.

"Mr. Potter, a share of blood and let it drip into the bowl with the quill." he barely explains, handing the knife to Harry.

Harry just looks at me, and I nod, letting him go on. Then, without further ado, he makes a small hole in his finger, and a drop falls into the bowl, and the quill floats away, writing on the parchment beside it.

Seeing that nothing was out of order, I fold the parchment, and tuck it in my pocket. Then I point to the box. "There's the ring Harry, use the one on the little finger of the left hand, as your wand is more commonly used on the right hand."

He nervously takes the ring from the box, and places it on his finger. Closing his eyes for a few seconds, and reopening, nodding at me.

"You read your parents' will, I'll look at the ledger." I tell the boy, who hurries to retrieve the parchment from the box the ring was in.

Nervously, he opens the parchment and reads it, with great attention and care.

From my side, I just glanced over the accounts and stores in the Potter family name. Until the numbers started to change, getting smaller and smaller.

Shortly after, I found the problem. The family pottery shops had been sold to the Malfoys, for an absurdly low price, so low that they couldn't even be considered a purchase, but an allowance for a beggar.

I just stare at the goblin. "Who authorized the sale of the Potter family shops to the Malfoys?"

He just sweats and shivers, staring into the sinister gleam in my eyes.

"Cornelius Fudge, the British Minister for Magic, with the endorsement of Dolores Umbridge and Corban Yaxley, both heads of Ministry departments." he responds with unheard-of fear.

"Good to know." my smile was sinister, so much so that I could have sworn he was holding back from passing out. "Thank you for the informations." I respond in a friendly way, as if I've never had any kind of other reaction.

Meanwhile, Harry was in tears, reading the end of the will. I just put my hand on his shoulder, giving him all the support I could. "Come on Harry, we're almost done with this."

"They really loved me bro, really." he said amidst the tears, which insisted on falling.

"Did you doubt that? Didn't believe me huh." I say, teasing him, as he looks embarrassed. "Relax bro, let's go home, we can relax there. Don't forget to take the will."