Gold to Galleons

The Muggle world was in turmoil. News of prisoners vanishing from high-security prisons without a trace spread like wildfire. Authorities were baffled, left with only security footage that mysteriously cut off before the disappearances. Meanwhile, gang wars erupted in the underworld as rumors of stolen gold shipments fueled distrust and violence between criminal families. Rival gangs blamed one another for the missing gold, igniting bloody street battles. Chaos reigned, but behind it all, hidden in the shadows, were Kreacher and Timmy, whose quiet, precise efforts had left the Muggles scrambling in confusion.

Oblivious to the chaos his actions had caused in the Muggle world, Damian was more than satisfied. That night, he congratulated Kreacher and Timmy for their invaluable services. "You've done exceptionally well," Damian said, a rare smile tugging at his lips. "We now have more gold than we could have ever dreamed." 

The spoils were nothing short of astonishing—at least 100 crates, each brimming with 100 kilograms of solid gold, stacked haphazardly in the dimly lit basement of the Black Manor. Alongside the shimmering gold bars lay a treasure trove of other valuables: sparkling jewels nestled in velvet-lined boxes, ornate goblets adorned with intricate designs, and an assortment of firearms, some sleek and modern, others resembling ancient relics. The sight was enough to make any man's heart race.

Damian moved closer, running his fingers over the cool, smooth surface of a gold bar. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, reflecting the soft glow of the dim light. "Look at this, Kreacher!" he exclaimed, turning to the house-elf. "This is more wealth than most families could accumulate in a lifetime. You and Timmy did a good job."

He paced around the stacks of crates, envisioning the endless possibilities this newfound fortune could bring. "Tomorrow, we'll convert the gold and valuables into proper wizarding money," he told Kreacher, gesturing toward an old, enchanted trunk they had uncovered earlier. Its faded exterior was covered in intricate runes that pulsed softly with magic. "This trunk will make transporting it all a breeze. It's larger on the inside, enchanted to hold far more than it appears."

Damian said, with a grin spreading across his face. "We'll take every last bit to Gringotts. With this wealth, we can invest, grow our power, and make our mark. But first, we need to ensure everything is secure in the trunk before our journey."

Kreacher's eyes widened in awe as he examined the trunk. "Yes, Master Damian! Kreacher will start putting the gold in the trunk right away." he replied, excitement bubbling in his voice.

As he began to organise the gold and valuables, Damian couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. 

The next morning, Kreacher Apparated with the trunk to Diagon Alley, accompanied by Damian. They made their way to Gringotts, the towering, white marble bank bustling as usual.Upon entering Gringotts, Damian immediately sought out Bloodaxe, the Black family's long-time accounts manager. The goblin, with his sharp features and gleaming eyes, was taken aback when he saw the sheer amount of gold stacked in the enchanted trunk. 

"Ah, Master Black!" Bloodaxe exclaimed, bowing slightly. "May your enemies be beheaded and your vault overflow with gold. What can I do for you today?"

Damian smirked, his confidence radiating. "I've brought a rather impressive haul," he replied, gesturing toward the trunk. "I trust you'll handle it with your usual care."

"Indeed," Bloodaxe said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "Let's see just how much you've acquired."

After measuring and counting the gold bars with meticulous precision, Bloodaxe looked up, slightly astonished. "You will receive 31,041,087 Galleons for this," he declared, adjusting his small, round glasses. "However, there is a 10,000-Galleon conversion interest fee."

Damian raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Is that so? You do realize that a Black rarely takes kindly to unexpected fees, Bloodaxe."

The goblin chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, but Master Black, you must understand that managing such a fortune comes with its own costs. However," he added with a knowing smile, "for you, I might be able to make some adjustments."

"Excellent," Damian said, leaning closer. "In that case, you may take an extra 5000 gallons. I have a favor to ask. I need you to locate a certain individual—Randolph Spudmore. I believe he has quite a bright future ahead. Tell him someone is ready to invest in his build."

"Randolph Spudmore, you say?" Bloodaxe nodded, rubbing his hands together on hearing the money. "Consider it done Master Black. We will find him in less than a week."

"And while you're at it," Damian continued, a sly grin creeping across his face, "create a maximum-security vault in my name and deposit all the money there. I want my assets protected."

"Consider it done, Master Black," Bloodaxe replied, his respect for the young wizard evident in his tone. "Your fortune will be secure, and I will ensure that you're the first to know once I locate Mr. Spudmore."

"Good. I appreciate your efficiency, Bloodaxe," Damian said, straightening up. "It's a pleasure doing business with you. May your Vaults overflow and enemies fall by your blades" 

"Likewise, Master Black," Bloodaxe replied, his sharp features softening slightly. "Now, let's get to work on securing your wealth."

With that he called Kreature, " Our job here is done. Kreature, take us home."

With a pop he saw the white marble vanishing and Dark green and Ebony of home appearing.