Chapter four

Harry Potter, lately known as Bob entered Gringotts with a grin on his face and a light step, as he did every goblin in Gringotts stopped and stared in his direction, their pointy noses and beady eyes twitching in tightly controlled panic. Guards quietly made themselves known as Harry walked towards the main desk, fingering their axes and spears and baring their teeth.

Harry stopped in front of the desk and bowed, his eyes locked onto the goblin teller behind the desk, his half moon spectacles at the end of his nose.

"Hello goblin teller sir!" He spoke brightly. "I wish to speak to my account manager regarding the investments I made before my incarceration. I assume he is available?"

The teller nodded, his mouth opening in a smile that sent shivers down the watching customers spines.

"Of course he is for you, most valued customer."

Potter grinned and nodded as he walked past, heading for a series of doors with nameplates on the front. He stopped in front of one that read, 'golden-tooth, manager of specialized accounts'.

He knocked once and entered. A goblin a in a well fitted suit looked up and grinned as Potter entered, his bare feet smacking the marble of the bank floor.

"Why Lord Bob, such a pleasure. I assume that you are here, and that there have been no screams of alarm from the lobby that you have been legally released?"

Harry grinned and waggled one finger at Golden-Tooth.

"Why did Riven-scar, don't pretend like you didn't know as soon as I left Azkaban proper."

Riven-scar shrugged. He had long since given up knowing how crazed and insane man in front of him knew everything about anything he cared to know. It was better to go with the flow, especially since the gold seemed to flow when and where ever the Lord made a financial choice…

"Of course Lord Bob, but as such, now that you are here, do you wish for your account summaries?"

Bob nodded happily before sitting with a flourish on the floor in front of Riven-scar's desk, who merely shook his warty head and brought out the relevant documentation. Clearing his throat he began listing off the extensive Potter holdings.

Once he finished, Potter let out a cackle that sent shivers down the doughty goblins spine. Potter stood up, then leaned forward over the desk and began examine the papers the goblin hastily pushed towards his best client, as he did the grin Potter wore became wider and wider as he went further through the documents. Once he was finished, Potter clapped his hands and spoke with a business like tone.

"Divest my portfolio of any low earners, get me enough capital to buy up as much of Surrey and Magical Britain as possible. I want it done quick and quiet, but if not, Ill settle for quick. Also, buy up any free floating stocks for any publications or news outlets in Magical Britain, approach any private owners with more then generous offers, I trust you to know what I can and cannot afford."

Riven-scar nodded hastily, this driven version of Potter unnerved him far more then the crazy one. Abruptly Potter changed tacts and became the almost childlike Bob again. Potter bowed, low and extravagantly.

"Well then, with that oh Goblin King, I take my leave of your grand and gilded establishment."

And with that parting word, Harry Potter late of Azkaban flounced out of the room, leaving Riven-Scar Golden-Tooth shaking his head in bemusement and wonder. It was arguably one of the most highly held secrets of Goblin kind that he was the king, but his client had just spat it out like it was nothing, it reminded the goblin of the first time he had met the Lord Potter, just a few months before his imprisonment. He smiled fondly, the boy that he had met that day had been formidable, but it had been a formidability like that of a cornered rat. The man he had met today was more like the dragons of old, cunning, powerful, intelligent, and above all, absolutely insane.

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Albus Dumbledore awaited Harry outside the Gringotts bank with a delegation of Order wizards. The Ministry, or more specifically Madame Bones had refused to be involved as soon as they had said the words 'Harry Potter' and 'forced if necessary'.

So instead he had drawn on the order.

With him were Sirius and Remus, as well as Kingsley, Moody, and Tonks. There had been reports that Harry had shown up in a audible crack of apparition, and then had promptly lambasted the occupants of the alley before going inside to Gringotts.

Albus idly wondered what Harry could possibly be doing inside the bank, the boy had shown no interest in his financial holdings before his incarceration, and it seemed unlikely that he would show any now.

The doors to Gringotts slowly ground open to reveal Harry, still barefoot in jeans and white T-shirt, and that rather creepy smile.

Smiling, and making sure his 'twinkling eyes' were up and running Albus walked up to Harry and.

"Hello Har-"

"HA-Ba-ba, no! Bad Goat fondler!"

Whhhaaaaaaattttt?

Harry pointedly ignored the rest of Diagon Alley as he continued talking to himself, stroking his chin in a contemplative fashion as witches and wizards alike stared at the aristocratic, emaciated man.

"I wonder how the rest of the gang is doing, its been ten years after all… Of course I don't actually know how they're doing because none of them had the cojones to visit me, but the point still stands."

Albus blinked, he was about to try convincing Harry to go back to Grimmauld Place with Sirius, but a finger appeared in front of his nose in a shushing gesture, while the other hand pointed out each order member in turn.

"Token black character."

Kingsley.

"Traitorous blood-mutt."

Sirius.

"Traitorous un-man."

Remus.

"Paragon of womanly insecurity."

Tonks.

"Evil, old, manipulative, dastardly goat fondler."

Dumbledore.

At the flabbergasted, and irritated looks, Harry just grinned, waved cheekily and left in another pop of apparition.