HARRY POTTER AND THE NEW LIFE

BY MICHAEL CORNFOOT

CHAPTER ONE: RETURNING TO PRIVET DRIVE BEFORE ESCAPING

Harry had just completed his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was now returning to his aunt and uncle's house for the summer. This, however, was not going to be the normal story for Harry. This was because Harry had just lost his Godfather at the Department of Mysteries as well as various members of the Order of the Phoenix giving some threats to the Muggle relatives of the boy wizard.

Harry quickly jumped out of the car the moment that it pulled to a stand still in the drive of number four, Privet Drive, which is the same depressing house that Harry was forced to live in since just after his first birthday. Harry grabbed Hedwig off the back seat before heading to the boot of the car and retrieving his trunk before quickly heading inside the house and up to his room.

Harry let out a sigh as he closed his bedroom door, before putting his trunk at the end of his bed and Hedwig on his desk and opening the cage.

Harry sat down on the end of his bed and looked around the room. It was exactly the same as it was before he left the year before, apart from the layer of dust on everything. Harry could tell that the room had not been cleaned once and had been left for him to do. 'No surprise there' Harry thought as he looked around.

Harry hated staying at Privet Drive. He didn't want to be here. He would give all of his gold to live somewhere else. Harry wanted to take control of his life. He didn't want to be a puppet of someone else any more. He was old enough to take care of himself. He had been taking care of himself for as long as he could remember.

Harry let out a sigh. He was wondering exactly how long before he could actually get out of this place for another year. Granted he had just arrived and had to stay for a while, but that didn't stop him thinking of when he could actually get out of here. It would be one of the few things he would actually do to please his uncle.

Harry decided to kill some time. He knew he had plenty of it on his hands this summer, as he did every summer. Well he had to do tonnes of chores every other summer but he had the feeling that the Dursley workload would be quite light this summer, based on the warning that was given to his relatives at the train station.

Harry quickly stood and went over to his trunk and lifted it up onto his bed. He had never properly cleared through his trunk, just mainly sorted through it for what he needed before dumping everything back in. But now since Harry had plenty of time on his hands, he decided to sort it out completely. He needed to find out exactly what he had in there that was making it so darned heavy. He still had two more years at Hogwarts and he would like to be able to walk out of it upright while carrying his trunk.

Harry opened up his trunk and started emptying everything out. It took a while but he eventually made it to the bottom. Harry was surprised by everything that was in there. He had found things that he thought that he had lost years before. He had even found things that he was supposed to have gotten rid of years before too like his school robes from second year. He wondered how on earth he had forgotten about them, or how he had not noticed them.

Anyhow, Harry spent the remainder of the day sorting through all of his belongings, which were piled up all around his room.

As it was getting dark, Harry took a moment to turn on the bedroom light and take account of what he had done through the day since he had arrived home. He had only done one thing and that was sorting out his trunk, which most definitely needed sorting out, in his opinion. He had found many things that most definitely headed into the bin the moment they were pulled out of his trunk, resulting in a now overflowing bin that needed emptying.

His trunk was now repacked and was immaculate. All of his books were in order, all his school work organised and his clothes (all of which he had washed by the elves before he left school) all folded and organised neatly. Everything was packed in an orderly fashion that would make Hermione beam with pride. At least if anything did actually happen this summer, he could dash upstairs and he out of the house at a moments notice which was something which Harry hoped that he didn't have to use but was ready for it in any event just in case. Harry looked at the clock and noticed that it was getting late.

Harry sealed his trunk and placed it back at the end of his bed before opening his wardrobe and quickly getting changed into his nightclothes. Harry hated night time. It was all of the nightmares that did it. Unfortunately for Harry, he had been having quite a few of them for quite a while. They had never properly stopped since the death of Cedric and had only intensified at the death of Sirius, something which Harry was immensely guilty about.

Harry slowly made his way to bed after turning out his light. He knew what was coming so didn't really want to go into the realms of sleep where the nightmares would once again be in control.

Harry got into bed and closed his eyes. He didn't really want to but knew that he needed sleep and his body would get it one way or another, even if he didn't want it.

Sleep slowly claimed him and his fears slowly came to him. Slow images of Sirius and Belatrix fighting before Sirius falling through the Veil. The same sequence played through his mind time and time again before he woke up at dawn to a tapping of an owl on his window.

Harry didn't have what you would call nightmares that night. But they weren't described at particularly pleasant either.

The tapping noise increased in urgency, causing Harry to come out of his groggy state and look up at his window to find an unfamiliar owl there waiting to be let in.

Harry quickly jumped out of bed and put on his famous round glasses before dashing to the window and opening it up to allow the bird to enter into his room.

The owl flew in and landed on the desk, before sticking out its leg in a regal fashion and waited for Harry to take the letter from its outstretched leg.

Harry hesitated for a second before removing the letter. The bird remained in place after putting its leg back down on the desk, task complete. Harry looked at the bird for a moment, wondering why it had not flown off and realised that it must be waiting for a reply of some sort.

Harry looked at the envelope. It looked rather formal. Harry wondered who it was from. It was not from any of his friends, he knew that instantly. He could tell it was not from the order either. They would have been to see him in person, or have sent a message through Dumbledore, a writing style that Harry was familiar with too.

Harry flipped over the envelope and immediately saw a crest on the back of the envelope. Harry looked at it closer and saw that it was the crest of Gringotts, the wizard bank. Harry suddenly felt rather light headed, wondering what they could want. He knew that Sirius must have had a will somewhere; he knew his godfather wasn't daft, but wondered why Gringotts would be writing to him.

Harry nervously opened the letter and slowly removed the parchment from the envelope and began reading.

Dear Mr Potter,

It is with great sadness that we formally invite you to a private viewing of the last will and testament of Sirius Black of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London. This is being done in private because you are the primary beneficiary to the Black estate and are therefore required to sort through some legal paperwork that is required.

There is a public viewing of this will on the tenth of August which you do not need to attend, but the private viewing needs to be done as soon as possible and most definitely before the public viewing. This letter is a portkey. Just press your wand against it and say activate and it will bring you to the bank.

I strongly advice that you attend within the next few days as this will also makes some strong references to your guardianship and what happens with it. Sadly, I can not say any more within this letter but it will all be explained during the meeting.

There are also two other wills that we need to go through with you at the same time, the will of both of your parents as well as your magical grandparents as they both make references to you.

We most sincerely apologize for your loss

Yours truly,

Quark

Director, Gringotts bank

Harry stared at the letter for several moments before his brain caught up with him. He needed to get to the bank soon, the letter stated. It also provided the means for him to get there safely, so no need for him to worry the control freak Dumbledore, who Harry was still extremely annoyed with.

Harry didn't want to go to the bank, to hear the last words of Sirius, to finally let his godfather go. He still wanted to cling onto hope that Sirius might still be able to come back and be a part of Harry's life again. Sadly, Harry knew that it wouldn't be true. He had done some research in the library on the law and found that wills were magical items and were only activated when a person was truly gone. This, Harry had read, was usually the last step the Magical Law Enforcement take to see if a missing person was still alive, to see if the Will of that person was active. If it was, then they knew to stop the search.

Harry decided to get dressed and to think about his options. He knew that he needed to know what was in the will, to try to help, even if it was to only stop the belongings going to the other Black relatives that were out there and in league with Voldemort. Harry was sure that Voldemort would get a kick out of finding that one of his servants had just inherited the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.

Harry went into the bathroom and had a shower. It was still dawn so a few more hours until his relatives decided that it was time to get up and grace the world with their presence, something that Harry was definitely not looking forward to.

Harry didn't spend long in the shower. That was a habit that he learned early on at Privet Drive – do not spend too much time in the shower otherwise face punishment. Even though there was a threat hanging over the heads of the Dursley's, Harry didn't really want to push it with his relatives as he knew they could easily forget the warning and snap.

Harry quickly got out of the shower and went back into his room. He knew that he needed to sort out this thing with the bank. Even though the letter said that he was needed there within the next few days, Harry wanted to sort it all out right away, so then at least it would stop any rogue death eater trying to worm their way into the will some how.

The moment Harry walked into his room; he noticed that another owl was waiting for him in addition to the one from the bank which was still waiting patiently.

Harry wondered who else would be writing to him. He knew that it would not be Gringotts as they had already written. Harry also ruled out members of the order as well as his friends so wondered who it was from. Harry strode over to the owl and took the letter from its leg and watched as it took off briskly and went out the window without a backward glance, as if it had been forewarned that it would not be wise to stick around after the letter had been delivered.

Harry looked down at the letter and noticed the familiar script of Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry felt his anger bubble up into a rage. Harry wanted to scream to the heavens about this headmaster. This man could easily visit Privet Drive to tell Harry in person, or even pass it through the order and allow at least some contact with wizards, but Harry knew that the headmaster was up to his old tricks again, trying to keep Harry in the dark from something.

Harry quickly turned the letter over and broke the seal before quickly withdrawing the letter and reading it. By the end, Harry wanted to just go to Hogwarts and curse the old man into an oblivion, regardless of what the law said, he would gladly spend the rest of his life in prison to get rid of the meddling headmaster.

Dear Harry,

I do hope that you aren't blaming yourself for the death of Sirius. I know that his death must have hit you hard.

If you haven't already, you should be receiving a letter from Gringotts requesting a visit. At the moment, it is best that you do not go to the bank.

I can arrange for one of the goblins to come to the school during the new term in September to have the meeting at the school in my office.

Yours truly,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster, Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Harry threw the letter down on the desk. Harry was furious. After all he had said to the headmaster after the battle, had the old man not listened to what Harry had said?

Harry glanced at the owl from Gringotts bank.

"I will be along to the bank shortly, I just need to get dressed," Harry said to it, and watched as it hooted in reply before taking off and flying out of the window.

Harry quickly turned to his wardrobe and grabbed some clothes out of it before changing his mind and going to his trunk. He opened it up and grabbed a pair of ordinary Wizarding robes that he had ordered through a catalogue but had not had a chance to wear yet. He put on his new robes and the rest of his attire before quickly picking up his Gringotts key, his wand and the Gringotts letter. Harry tapped the letter once and said clearly "Activate."

Meanwhile outside, Mad-eye Moody shook his head disbelievingly, having watched the entire scene in Harry's bedroom. "Albus is still treating him like an incompetent and now the headmaster is going to pay for it dearly," Moody muttered to himself as he observed the now empty bedroom.

Harry arrived moments later at a large, tall building in Diagon Alley in London. This building was the headquarters of the British branch of Gringotts bank and was where Harry needed to go for his meeting.

Harry quickly walked up the steps and into the bank before walking up to an empty tellers station where there was a goblin working feverishly on a ledger.

Harry quickly cleared his throat, catching the attention of the goblin.

"Excuse me," Harry said quickly, "I have a meeting regarding the private reading of a will. My name is Harry Potter." Harry said clearly to the goblin.

"Of course Mr Potter, please step this way," The goblin said, getting down from his stool and indicating a corridor that they should walk down.

After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at an open door which the goblin walked through without knocking. Harry followed slowly, not knowing what was inside.

Harry entered and saw another goblin sitting behind the desk.

The goblin looked up from the desk and looked at Harry before turning to the other goblin for an explanation.

"This is Harry Potter," The escort goblin said clearly.

"Ah yes Mr Potter," The second goblin said before turning his attention back to Harry. "Pleasure to meet you," The goblin said, offering his hand which Harry shook.

"My name is Quark; I am the director of Gringotts. Please have a seat while Reman here gets all the paperwork together. Unfortunately there is quite a lot to go through from various estates, but your Wizarding guardian would have told you about it all," Quark said dismissively.

Harry looked confused for a moment. "No-one has told me anything about any Gringotts paperwork that I have needed to sort out before I received your letter. That's why I am here so quickly, I'm wondering what there is to sort out as I only have one vault to my name from my parents," Harry said, wondering what the elderly goblin was going on about.

"Clearly you have not been informed, as there is a lot more to your name than the trust fund that you have been using," Quark said, "I will sort it all out when Reman returns with the paperwork momentarily."

After a few minutes of silent waiting, Reman entered with a two foot high stack of parchment which he quickly placed in front of the director before the goblin sealed the room and sat in the corner with a roll of parchment and a self inking quill ready to dictate all the instructions that no doubt would come from this complex meeting.

"Right Mr Potter, lets start with the will of Mr Black since that is the most recent, then we will work through the rest of the paperwork. Sound good to you?" Quark asked.

"Sounds fine to me," Harry replied nervously.

"Right then," Quark said picking up the top file and opening it. "The will reads as follows.

I, Sirius Black, make this my last will and testament. I formally do not leave anything to any of my blood relatives except for Andromeda Tonks and Nymphadora Tonks. I leave the following to the two Tonks members previously mentioned. I leave Andromeda the sum of one hundred thousand galleons which she deserved to receive on her graduation. I also leave her the sum of ten thousand galleons as interest for this withheld payment. I leave Nymphadora my prank manual that is in my vault with one condition - which is that you make a copy to give to Harry. I leave Albus Dumbledore my rather large collection of socks that have built up over the years. Yes I know I had a rather large collection of socks too but that is only because my mother forbade me to throw any clothing away and insisting on repairs so now I finally give them to someone who will appreciate them. I leave Hermione Granger my entire library that is in Grimmauld Place as well as all other books belonging to the Black name that are not already bequeathed. However, I ask that these books be kept at Grimmauld place for their own safety as many of these books are more than questionable but are worth reading to expand magical knowledge. I leave Ron Weasley one thing and one thing only (stop sulking Ron) – The Nimbus Broom Company. Yes Ron, I did say that. One of my great, great ancestors saw a business opportunity and founded it and never sold it so now I am passing it on to someone who will run it right and give them the best ideas ever. However, there is one small condition to this Ron and that is to give Harry new brooms when he needs them. He does have a habit of taking his brooms to their limits. Now onto the last thing. I bequeath everything else to Harry Potter, including the family title of Baron which includes a seat on the Wizengamot Legislature and the international confederacy of wizards. I know Harry that you would prefer me back and that you have no interest in politics whatsoever but use this inheritance to live life to the full and use the seat in the legislature to pass some friendly laws that will do society some good. I know of some acts that a certain old defence teacher passed that could do with revoking. Just one small little thing, however, and that is now that since you are now the legal head of the Black family, you are also legally of age. The goblins will have the forms. This concludes my last will and testament."

Harry had silent tears running down his face. He couldn't believe that Sirius was gone and now he had all of his things.

Harry composed himself after a few moments and looked up at the old goblin that was waiting quietly for him.

"Right Mr Potter, this means that you are quite a wealthy wizard. All I need you to do is to sign this first set of forms and the will can be enacted as per instructions," Quark said, handing over the first folder and a quill.

Harry looked at the parchment briefly before signing it on the dotted line on the bottom before looking at the other three forms in the folder and signing them as well.

"Right Barron Potter, the will is now completed. Each of the recipients will need to sign their own acknowledgement forms of course but that will be done after the public meeting." Quark said, putting the thick folder to one side.

"Shall we move onto what you have just inherited so we can get all of that sorted as there is quite a bit of work to get through with that," Quark suggested.

"Yes, yes let's do that," Harry said quietly.

"Right then…" Quark said grabbing the first folder.

Two hours later and Quark had finally briefed Harry on what exactly he had inherited. Turns out that Harry had gotten more than just a few galleons. Harry had inherited about 200 companies across the Wizarding world which were in just about every industry going, from raw materials to shops.

"All in all, the entire investment is worth around two billion galleons. Plus, instead of just earning pure interest and dividends over the past fifteen years, quite a bit of that actually went into buying more shares. Your godfather's mother originally set that up and Sirius Black kept it going. Now you have a controlling share in most of those businesses," Quark explained.

"Two Billion? Are you sure that is correct?" Harry asked.

"Yes, these files were all updated before the owl was sent to you this morning Barron Potter," Quark said, "Now shall we move on to your parents will?"

"Yes, I suppose we should," Harry said trying to recover from the shock.

Quark read through the will of Harry's parents which left Harry everything. However, Harry did not know exactly what his parents had and asked Quark to go through what he actually inherited.

The list Quark read nearly caused Harry to have a heart attack. Harry had inherited fifteen billion from the family in the form of business dealings both in the Wizarding and Muggle worlds as well as a huge vault full of gold and three properties, one mansion, one home in the south of France and another in Canada. Not only that, but Quark also mentioned the fact that the Potter line also carried the title of Lord and contained another seat on the Wizengamot and the international confederacy.

"Do you mind if we have a break for a few minutes," Harry asked Quark as he rubbed his eyes, "This is one hell of a lot of information to take in and my brain is having trouble processing it all."

"Of course," Quark said, "I have a twenty minute meeting with a few business people from Diagon Alley, would that be an appropriate break?"

"Yes of course," Harry said rising from his chair.

Quark looked over at Reman, "Could you show Lord-Barron Potter to the break room to allow him to stretch his legs," Quark ordered.

Harry nodded at the goblin as he followed his escort out of the room and down the corridor and into another room that had only one other occupant – Bill Weasley.

Bill looked up the moment they both entered. "Harry!" Bill said enthusiastically, getting to his feet and quickly shaking Harry's hand.

"Hey, Bill," Harry greeted, "One small detail though, I was never here at the bank today, as far as you're aware, I was at home all day," Harry said.

Bill looked at Harry quizzically but nodded his head in agreement anyway. "Grab a seat I'll stick the kettle on," Bill said as he walked over to the kettle.

As Harry sat down, Reman walked over to Harry. "I will return when Quark has finished with his meeting Lord-Barron Potter."

"Thanks Reman," Harry replied as he watched the goblin bow and quickly make his way out of the room.

"Did I just hear him call you Lord-Barron?" Bill asked as he sat down in front of Harry with two cups of tea.

Harry grimaced slightly at this formal title "Yeah you did, turns out I've just inherited them from Sirius and my dad as well as the odd business empire," Harry replied sadly before drinking some of the tea.

"You never seem to have a quiet year do you Harry?" Bill asked, smirking at the younger boy.

Harry flushed. "I must have a tracker charm on me or something, trouble has no problem picking me out and having its wicked way," Harry said before drinking some of his tea.

"True," Bill said with an evil smirk, "Although you wouldn't be a true honorary Weasley if the twins and Ginny's behaviour didn't rub off on you a little."

Harry returned the smirk. "Don't forget that I am the son of a Marauder as well as the godson to another and the student of a third. That does have an effect."

"True," Bill said as his smile grew.

Harry was about to reply again when Reman briskly walked into the room and directly to Harry.

"Lord-Barron Potter, Quark's meeting has ended and he is eager to see you again," Remain said formally.

"Thanks Reman," Harry said, standing up, "See you around Bill, and remember I was never here."

"Noted," Bill said as he drunk the rest of his tea.

Harry and Reman quickly made their way back to Quark's office where Quark was awaiting his arrival.

"Right Lord-Barron Potter, we need to sort out the last of all this paperwork. Now since there is a lot bequeathed to you, there is a lot of information for you to take in. Thankfully, we have two summaries of what you have inherited for you to go through," Quark said as he handed over two thick rolls of parchment. "Now it might seem like a lot to take in but no need to worry. Now the main thing you need to sort out since you are now legally of age is how you are going to control all of your businesses. There are many where you have the controlling share. All of them already have a control order on them where either your godfather or parents had already set up a detailed set of instructions about what is to happen. Now in business, it is not advisable to have these instructions in effect for too long as it may harm the business. Normally I would suggest that you just attend the meetings or whichever and decide on each case but since you have so many, then you will need a business manager with a few assistants. Now since all your stocks and shares are making around twenty million galleons a year, and you are also earning interest on these profits every year then you can easily hire a team of people and still have piles of galleons to live off of while still having many millions left over."

"But where the heck would I go to find a business manager?" Harry asked.

"Well, friends and family often know people who have the best expertise so they would probably be the best people to ask in this instance for you, best to choose someone close and who you trust completely," Quark said.

Harry nodded at this. "How soon do I need a business manager in place?" Harry asked.

"Well your businesses can get by in the short term with the instructions that are already in place. I'd say within the next month or so. Since its mid June, Id fix one up before your sixteenth birthday then we can sort it all out then. We need to have another meeting after then to discuss your seats on the Wizengamot as well as the international confederacy as you aren't allowed to use those powers until your sixteenth birthday anyway, even if you are legally an adult. Then we will be able to sort it all out then for you at the same time, save you having to make numerous journeys here," Quark said.

Harry nodded at this. "Right then, is there anything else that we need to discuss today Quark?" Harry asked.

"No Lord-Barron. I will sort through all your paperwork that you have just inherited from both Wills as well as what is in your entire family and have a complete detailed summary for you during the next meeting. There is just too much for one person to sort out. Just drop in any time after your birthday with your Business manager and we can sort it all out then," Quark said.

Harry rose to leave but was stopped again by Quark.

"One more thing I should warn you about. Now that you are head of both the Potter and Black families, both Magically and Legally, as well as being one of the richest wizards in the world, you are going to find yourself with a lot of owl post, much of which will contain invitations to parties and functions and the like. It might be worth having an insightful magical secretary to sort through them, and getting one as quick as possible. It may take a few days but it'll start happening," Quark said.

"Thanks for the warning me Quark," Harry said before bidding farewell and heading towards the door.

Harry and Reman were heading towards the main foyer again when Harry had an idea. "Reman, can you show me to the Potter family vault please? I need to find some information about the family properties."

"Of course Sir," The goblin replied respectfully, "If you could follow me down this corridor and I will take you there personally."

Harry and Reman headed down a different corridor followed by another and then another before arriving at the bank transport network. It looked familiar to Harry, yet different.

"The cart system been changed Reman?" Harry enquired.

"No sir, this is a different network for accessing the family vaults. These are more secure and are for the wealthy and ancient families like the Potters and the Blacks," Reman explained as a cart arrived in front of them.

The ride didn't take as long as it did to get to Harry's trust fund account but the ride was no less thrilling for Harry. Harry and Reman quickly got out before Harry realised that he didn't have any keys for the new vaults.

"Err Reman; I don't have any keys for vaults. I only have the one for my trust fund account," Harry explained, really embarrassed that he forgotten.

"Potter Family Vault uses goblin magic as well as a potter wand imprint to open. Just press your wand to the door, say your name clearly and it will open for you," Reman explained.

Harry was confused with this but he took out his wand anyway and walked towards the vault and pressed it to the door while saying his name slowly and clearly and watched amazed as the door dissolved in front of him.

After a moment, Harry entered the vault and gasped. The vault was as large as the ground floor of the Dursley's house and was filled with millions of galleons from floor to ceiling. There had to be millions of them all stacked up in neat piles. Harry tore his eyes away from all the money and looked around more of the vault. Harry saw many wondrous things in there as he slowly walked through the isles, and even saw a few mounds of precious stones like diamonds and rubies, yet Harry didn't wasn't looking for these. After a few moments, Harry found what he was looking for. A large desk and filing cabinet set in one far corner of the vault.

Harry made his way there and looked on the desk only to find blank parchment, quills and ink. Harry decided to look at the drawers. There were stacks of organised paperwork in every drawer which Harry briefly looked at, none of which Harry was really interested in, until Harry looked in the last drawer on the left hand side of the oak desk. In there was a folder that was marked with the title "Potter Properties."

Harry quickly lifted the folder out and placed it on the desk before opening it and starting to read through the documents. Harry thought for a moment. He knew by looking at the files that the Potters had three mansions, but which one did Harry want to visit. He knew he wanted to live in the one in Britain but did not want to just let the others just sit there and do nothing.

Harry thought through his options. He knew the Black family had many properties throughout the world, but didn't fancy spending all the summer cleaning them before they are habitable so decided on using one of the Potter properties which left him with France and Canada. Harry knew he would like both countries but knew he couldn't speak a word of French so didn't fancy playing the dumb tourist so decided to visit Canada.

Harry looked up the information within the folder and saw that the Potter property in Canada was in the English part of the country instead of the French so that saved him learning another language for now. Harry also saw that the property was also under many different wards and charms that made it invisible and undetectable to practically everyone apart from a Potter.

Harry grinned. He knew where he would spend a few weeks of his holiday.

Harry memorised all of the information within the file on the home in Canada so that he could easily arrive there, before standing up from the desk and quickly leaving the vault, stopping for a few moments to fill up his money pouch with a few hundred galleons.

Outside the vault, Reman was still waiting patiently for him and gave Harry a smile when he emerged. Both of them immediately went back to the cart for the short journey to the surface.

Once they arrived back at the surface, they got out of the cart and walked back to the foyer when Harry remembered something.

"Reman, I was wondering if Gringotts did a Muggle debit card to use in their bank machines to take out Muggle money," Harry asked.

Reman thought for a second. "Yes, Gringotts do that facility. Three galleons per year is the cost of it. I can set it up before you leave if you like."

"Yes, that would be great," Harry replied as he followed Reman to a teller station.

After a couple of minutes, Reman gave Harry a new card which a four number pin to use in the machines. Reman then told Harry to just tap the parchment with his wand and he would be taken to where he port keyed from. Harry thanked the goblin for all his work before heading out of the bank. Harry thought about what he was going to do. There was plenty for him to do now.

Harry was now a legal adult. He could do magic anywhere he liked and not get in trouble for it. Hell, he could alter law if he wanted. Harry grinned at the thought of using magic with his relatives. Purely in self defence of course. Harry decided that he needed to make two stops before moving out of the Dursley's. He needed to visit the twins shop to ask them why he was a partner in their business, getting half the profits and having half the say, before heading to the ministry of magic to get a port key to go to Canada, and maybe getting some information about Apparition so he could get his licence.

Harry quickly made his way through Diagon alley and headed towards the twins new shop. Harry walked through the alley and had no trouble spotting it as it was luminescent orange and had the biggest sign that Harry had ever seen.

Harry quickly entered the store, which was not an easy thing to do since it was packed from wall to wall, even though it had been expanded to twenty times its usual size on the interior. Harry walked through the store looking at all the different products that were on sale. Harry loved all the products, but wondered how on earth the twins had actually done it all since they had only been out of school for a couple of months.

Harry made his way to the side of the store where the tills were and saw a queue that had at least sixty people waiting in it, and an exhausted Lee Jordan running one of the tills.

"Lee," Harry quickly called out as he approached the till, "Shall I jump on the other till to give you a hand?"

Lee quickly jerked his head up, surprised to see Harry actually in the store. "Sure Harry," Lee said as Harry quickly jumped behind the counter. Lee quickly went to Harry to show him what to do.

"Right," Lee said quickly, "Everything is priced. Just type it in these buttons here on the till before pressing this green button. People can either pay by cash or filling out one of these forms to charge to account at the bank. These forms are then put in this red tray under the desk," Lee said indicating everything as he spoke.

Harry quickly nodded before yelling for the next customer who was waiting impatiently in the queue.

Three hours. Three hours of mayhem and running round on the till. That is how long Harry spent on the till before the store closed for lunch at 1pm. Harry had never worked so hard in his life. Everyone had gawked at him when he had served them but he ignored it as he served them and sold them the products. If Harry had never seen his vaults, he would have sworn that he had never seen so much gold.

Harry didn't have any more time to ponder as the twins were finally making their way over to the till.

"HARRY!!" they both called as they approached. "What the heck are you doing here?"

"Well I thought Id come and ask about the little partnership agreement that you forgot to tell me about," Harry said, grinning evilly at the twins.

Fred and George stared at him in shock. "How the hell did you find out about that?" They asked in unison.

"I've been at Gringotts for part of the day and they went through every investment my family is in, and you guys just happened to crop up. Fortunately I am not going to kill you both but I just happen to know that my family has the majority share in a hell of a lot of businesses, some of which can be useful to you guys for cheap, quality goods. Interested?" Harry asked.

The look of shock on Fred and Georges face intensified, causing Lee, who had been watching the whole conversation with interest, to snigger at their faces, earning a glare from the twins.

"Can't say no to that Harry," Fred said.

"Care to spill more details?" George asked.

"Would increase all our profits," Fred said.

"More money to spend, spend, spend," George said.

"We could develop quicker and get more products on the shelves faster," Fred said.

"Guys," Harry said loudly, "I'm sure I can get plenty of information to you as well as many lucrative deals, however, I want to audit the businesses first, before I actually try run them properly, especially since a lot of the businesses I have just inherited from the Black family this morning so you can imagine what might be going on."

The twins nodded at this. "Anyhow," Harry said, "I did only pop in to ask about this lovely partnership since I found out about it. Now care to explain yourselves?" Harry asked.

"It was only fair Harry," Fred said.

"Not like I need the money," Harry replied.

"True. But when we sorted out the partnership where you are 49 shareholder, we opened up a separate account so that if you didn't want the money, at least it would be somewhere separate so that you could pass it on to your kids or something, might be worthwhile, automatic pocket money maker here," George said.

Harry thought it through for a minute. What they said made sense, even though he didn't give them his tri-wizard winnings to get a big share in the business. "Right, I'll let you two off, for now," Harry said, "Normally I would stay here and argue my point but I have some other things to sort out which I can't divulge,"

"No problem Harry, your secret is safe with us," Fred and George said in unison again.

Harry just rolled his eyes at them before heading towards the front of the store with the twins. "Just one more thing though," Harry said as they got to the locked door, "I was never here."

"Noted," George said.

"Nice not seeing you," Fred said with a smirk.

Harry grinned as he walked out and headed towards the ministry building at the other end of the alley.

It didn't take too long for Harry to reach it and enter through the visitor's entrance. Harry quickly took the lift down into the ministry and walked over to the security desk and presented his wand to the guard, who nearly had a fit when he realised who it was standing in front of him. Harry noticed the guard's reaction and quickly headed towards the lift before the guard could make a deal of the situation.

Twenty minutes later and Harry was heading back out of the ministry after setting up a return port key to his home in Canada, for the low price of one galleon. Harry had originally thought about setting up another port key for his home in England but quickly dismissed that idea after he found the family ring in the desk which had a note attached saying that it was a permanent port key home and how exactly to operate it.

Harry was close to returning to where he belonged. He knew what he needed to do now, and that started with moving out.

So, once Harry left the ministry building, Harry quickly took out his wand and Gringotts letter and activated the port key to return to his bedroom and started packing.