{July 24th, 1988}

{After the Meeting with Ragnok}

{Harry's Point of View}

{Gringotts' Guest Suite}

Harry hums thoughtfully as he continues reading the books Director Ragnok provided. While knowing that he has a complete lack of knowledge he has found that the Director is patient and understanding. Right now he is reading about the bank itself to try to figure out what he can do in gratitude. Wonky pops into the room with some fresh green tea. "Thank you, Wonky." the excitable little girl flushes a light pink in embarrassment.

"You are welcome, Mister Potter." She says to him with a bright smile. He takes a sip of the green tea and, as usual, it is perfect for his tastes. It is sweet but not too sweet. The milk in it also makes him happy, too. Harry frowns as he finds something interesting in the book. Apparently, the goblin's only had about three, sometimes four children per coupling on average, less than half survive due to various things, such as health care, food available, and other things. Deciding to look further into the matter Harry frowns.

"Wonky." He calls for the excitable little girl. She appears promptly and looks excited to have been called for once. "I have a specific research topic I want you to look up." She stills at his serious tone and stern stare.

"Wonky will do her best! Mister Potter is so kind to Wonky so Wonky will give 500% effort!" Harry chuckles at her, knowing that she is dead set on accomplishing the task for him.

"I want you to grab all books from all the estates, houses and such I have and bring me the ones on magical beings and their cultures. After that, feel free to deposit the rest of my books into my vaults. But first I need those books. Please enlist the help of at least 5 more elves." She pouts a little bit. He gently pats her head, trying to encourage the suddenly bashful elf once more. "I need this information promptly. I discovered, through this book, that most goblin young don't survive. I need information on the other races and such to ensure I make a wise decision. Please be a fleet as possible as I believe it to be urgent." The elf salutes him with a glint in her eyes before she vanishes with a bright 'yes sir' leaving him alone once more.

After what feels live five minutes of research Minky brings him dozens of books with the help of five more elves. Harry frowns before Brilliant Wisdom speaks up. [Master Hadrian, Gringotts has transferred the statistics of survival rates for several races that are in the British Isles. I am disappointed in your kin, they have often denied the goblins fair wages and prices, and not just the goblins.] Her voice has an angry tone to it before Harry realizes that it is much worse than he knows of.

"Do I even want to know?" he asks with dread starting to settle in his stomach.

[No Master Hadrian, I refuse to tell you considering your age. And I have no doubt that Gringotts and Brave Heart would be very upset if I chose to tell you." Hadrian can't help the tears starting to well up. He wipes them away, knowing that they won't help before he stands and calls out.

"My Head Elves!" A series of pops echo around the room as fifteen elves appear in front of him. They freeze at the obviously upset look in his eyes. "Quiet, I have orders for you and you will obey now." They mutely nod to him while sensing his magic stirring from behind his shields.

"Does this have to do with Mister Harry Potter Sir's Research Topic?" Harry nods to her as he gently hugs her, knowing that she doesn't understand.

"I've used complex runic arrays and enchantments to create Brilliant Wisdom. Brilliant Wisdom is what is known as an Artificial Intelligence Device. She has scanned several hundred books and I have come to the conclusion that your help is needed. Start getting together bolts of cloth stored at any manor, house, mansion, or estate, or buy some from a magical source, along with extra food that the minority races can eat. Like the goblins and other mistreated races." Harry wipes his tears away again. Hiccuping briefly tells them exactly how much the thought of them being in need upsets him. They instantly give him looks of adoration that he doesn't notice.

"Wonky suggests placing them in individual trunks. Also, include anything remotely useful to them, if Hadrian agrees, to be placed in other trunks." Hadrian hugs her firmly and the elves instantly know that he wants that done.

"Start gathering potions ingredients and potions recipes that can be used safely to help with their ailments. Even if you as a group of elves are forced to swear yourselves to secrecy about the recipes do whatever you have to to get it done. Dismissed." They all pop away before his door swings open so fast that it bangs against the wall. Ragnok stands there staring at him curiously and with shock.

"Is the words of Gringotts true? You are helping us by supplying food, cloth, and other things?" Harry sees the tears in his eyes, ready to joyfully start pouring.

"It is true. I want you to help me clear out one of my shops to use it as a distribution center. Also, maybe hiring goblin guards and a few other guards should be a must. I don't care what they take as long as they need it. I want 'food boxes' for different races gathered with enough food for three people to eat for a week. Also, if they have any allergies they can tell you of their allergy and I will allow them custom boxes. Also include a section for the house elves to sew them clothes, though they won't be fancy. I'd prefer the shop to be here in the London Shopping Area and be somewhat discreet at the least." Ragnok's tears start slowly dripping as he gets a look of complete determination on his face.

Harry hugs him briefly before they get started in planning the 'operation' so to speak.

{July 25th, 1988}

Harry wakes to the sound of clinking dishes and the smell of food before his stomach growls. Sitting up, and remembering that he is in Potter Manor, he sees a smaller house elf than him with long pointy ears and skin with a little tinge difference of skin than a normal elf. The elf looks old and she walks lopsidedly. "Master is awake." She coughs roughly before wheezing. Harry sighs before mentally asking Brilliant Wisdom {Scan the elf for health problems.}

[The elf has dragonpox. Don't eat the food.] Harry turns toward the food being handed to him.

"You have dragon pox, it is likely the infection is also in the food. I want you to run a sanitary bath and to clean yourself. Make the water lukewarm or hotter, use some healing herbs in the water and stay there until I return. Am I understood?" The elf nods with tears in her eyes. Seconds later and his new house elf, the one he bought yesterday, pops into the room with more food, obviously from a nearby restaurant.

"Tinky has brought master edible food." The elf says before her eyes narrow at the other elf.

"Good timing Tinky. I need you to go to the closest walk-in clinic or healer who is willing to visit. We need someone to help cure her of Dragonpox. Also, inform them that it is a high-end client and the elf needing healing is one that has been in the family for a long time." Tinky nods before Harry turns toward the elf. He raises an eyebrow at the adoration and confusion in her eyes.

"Master is kind to provide a healer, but Mosly is almost out of steam. Mosly won't be living for much longer." Harry's eyes narrow at the thought. He stands off the bed and walks until he is standing in front of her while making sure that he is looking intimidating.

"So you think that the Potter Lineage is one that has no need of servants?" She stammers an apology with tears. "Then you claim that we should not respect the one that has been waiting for far too long for the Lord's return? The one who has been patient and has continued to do her best at overseeing the property until the master returned is not worthy?" She stammers apologies rapidly with tears in her eyes.

"Mosly is sorry! Please forgive Mosly!" She is crying so Harry conjures a scientist's cautionary lab outfit, complete with plastic covering every inch of his skin and filtering the air around him. The elf looks at him with confusion before he hugs her. "MASTER MUSTN'T HUG MOSLY! MASTER WILL GET INFECTED!" Harry gently bops her forehead causing her to look at him.

"This outfit is used in areas with contaminants such as the flu, and areas filled with bacteria such as the dragon pox you have. I won't leave you without comfort when you need it. Now go get a few cleansing potions and a few healing herbs and healing sands to be placed in the bath. I'll run the water." Mosly hiccups as she pops away after being released. Harry goes into the room further in the suite to find a bathroom. He goes over to the faucet and begins working with the dials. After a few seconds of experimenting, he has some soap in the water, which is slightly warmer than room temperature, in the bath.

Mosly returns moments later with the requested items. Harry takes the three cleansing potions and dumps the contents into the bath. The elf has a look of confusion before he takes the herbs and sprinkles them throughout the bath with the sands. The elf stands there in her state of mind until she squeaks at being picked up and gently settled into the water, tea cozy and all.

Hearing someone's feet walk towards the bathroom he looks up at the sight of a nurse. "Good afternoon. I hear that you have an elf in need of healing." Harry nods to her.

"Yes, I'm giving her a bath right now to make her more comfortable and to try and cleanse her skin, a cleansing potion has also been added to the bath with some healing herbs." The woman's eyebrow raises before she slips some elbow length gloves on.

"While I don't usually bathe house elves your idea has some merit. I'll help." The elf sitting in the tub splutters as she tries to protest.

"Mosly, wash your privates, we will be washing your arms and legs." The elf reluctantly nods as Harry pulls a rag off the nearby shelf. Harry quickly swishes it in the water to get the soap on it with the potion before he starts gently scrubbing her back. "Madam, could you wash her head, ears, and face without getting anything into her eyes?" The woman nods in acceptance of the task as the three set to work. It takes about an hour to get most places cleaned but the spots that had been a nasty green color have died down in their appearance and frequency.

"Alright, I'll make note of this as being a suitable early-stage treatment. What herbs did you use?" Harry looks at Mosly.

"Mosly grabbed some sage leaves and healing sandsoap before Master placed them in the water by sprinkling it over a wide area." The woman nods to her before she pulls out a potion.

"Drink this, Mosly." Mosly takes it and gulps it down knowing her master will want her to. Harry gently places her on a nearby bench before pulling down a soft towel and softly starting to dry the shivering elf. Harry then turns toward Tinky.

"Go fetch a baby bed and have it completed with soft pillows and fluffy blankets. It will be good for her to rest in until I allow her to continue her work. Also, carefully scan everything in this manor house, one room at a time, for traces of the dragonpox." Tinky salutes him before she vanishes rather intent on completing the two tasks set before her by Harry.

Harry, in the meanwhile, decides to wait and stay near Mosly to ensure her health gets better.

{August 10th, 1988}

Harry is immensely happy. After the bath was proven effective Harry paid the nurse to buy several dozen of the same potion, which Mosly provided the name, for a bath every day in the last few days. Now she is completely cleared up and it has taken radically less time according to Mileen Brown, the nurse who has been helping to take care of the sick elf. Tink and Harry also got the bath, with the other three elves, with one potion in the bath per day while Mosly got three potions in her bath per day.

"Mosly, you being better is the best gift I have received from you today," Harry says as he sits in a sitting room, with Tinky, Croky, Flippy, Gonty, and Mosly with a cake slice for each of them. Harry would hug her but Mileen is due in a few minutes. "It's because I love you guys."

"That is so sweet!" He blinks as he feels the woman he is just thinking of wrap her arms around him in a hug.

"Thank you. Tinky, can you please fetch a slice of cake for Miss Brown?" The elf quickly pops away before returning with the cake as Mileen finishes her scan.

"This should be the last dosage needed. Drink this." The elf quickly drinks the offered portion and she shudders at the nasty taste before taking another bite of her cake slice.

"Thank you, Miss Brown, for the help. If you don't mind me asking can you come back in a week just to check on her one more time? Can you make sure that the treatment sticks at that time?" Mileen looks at him with surprise on her face. Then she smiles sweetly.

"I haven't heard of anybody who is willing to go so far for a mere elf, Mister Potter. It still amazes me that you are willing to put up with having your whole house cleaned properly rather than just rebuilding the place and abandoning the elf. The elves with you are the ones who were hired to help clean the place, were they not?" The elves nod to her meekly and all but Harry's looks sad suddenly.

"Will Mister Harry Potter Sir take us into service?" Harry pauses, already understanding what they are going through without a source of magic of their own.

"I would be glad to." They perk up before the three bonds with him before they burst into happy tears.

Harry just watches them sadly, knowing what happens when you try to comfort them. The woman sitting next to him gently hugs him from beside him, knowing how loving he is and that he wants to comfort them. "You really would make quite a few people happy. I am sure that any spouse you have will be eternally happy with you. Which is why I'm giving you this." He takes the charmed chain necklace and puts it on before promptly starting to gag seconds before he pukes in an offered bucket. After several seconds he feels much lighter and freer.

"Master… Will Master be okay, Miss Brown?" Mosly asks with tears in her eyes.

"He will be fine. He just needs to get the love potions out of his system." The house elves nod in sync before they carefully begin to gather things they believe will make him feel better.

After several minutes he finishes throwing up into the bucket. Looking at the grey gunk he gets confused. {Brilliant Wisdom, scan the gunk.}

[There appear to be repeated love potions, loyalty potions, and even some compulsion potions. I can tell that they are all aimed at the same people being loved or followed.] Harry groans before sitting up again. He somehow feels extremely free, light, and like he is floating, far more than he has ever felt.

{Brilliant Wisdom, what is the situation?} After a few seconds he feels his cognitive skill increase along with his reaction speed.

[Master, your mental skills have increased alongside your magical skills and a few apparent abilities have been unlocked from the depths of your soul. Apparently, there was a soul shard binding you to another which I managed to contain. Please inform the goblins we are needing a purification ritual.] Harry gives a subtle nod to her before slowly sitting up from where he lay over half the coffee table. He looks around, with an even greater visual focus and insight than he had before.

"Harry?" He looks at Mileen slowly before remembering what they had been doing.

"I'm fine." Harry winces at the older voice emitting from his vocal cords.

"You must have an overdose. This is bad. Tinky, please start gathering these herbs. Flippy, start gathering ingredients for a light chicken broth." They both salute her before popping away to complete their tasks, though Tinky waits for the list before leaving. After being helped to bed he sleepily rests for several minutes, half asleep until the moment that he smells the broth. Sitting up some he groans as his stomach protests loudly. Mileen quickly helps spoon the food into his mouth as he tries to go slow to prevent himself from gorging.

Then he slips blissfully into sleep.

{August 13th, 1988}

Harry awakes to the smell of a complete English breakfast. Sitting up, feeling more natural than before he quickly slips out of bed and goes into the hall to find an elf floating a set of breakfast down the hall towards him. His stomach almost snarls instead of growls. Tinky quickly bypasses him and places his breakfast onto the desk in the corner. Harry darts over and quickly eats the food.

After several moments he hears a chuckle from behind him. Turning around he sees Mileen behind him with relief and amusement on her face. "You had us worried, Harry. The elves have been in a tizzy for the last three days and thankfully they trust me enough to give commands for your health and wellbeing." Harry nods as he stands up again.

"Do I need to be checked over?" She shakes her head.

"A simple diagnostic charm should be sufficient enough." Harry nods to her with understanding as she casts the spell. "Seems like you have made a full recovery. I do hope that you do check your food for potions from now on." Harry nods to her with a small smile.

"Thank you, how much do I owe you?" He asks, wanting to pay her for her kindness.

"Ragnok gave me an initial payment once I sent an elf to contact your 'accountant' and make a notice for payment. Instead, he actually offered to pay most of the price for you. He seems to like you very much for a goblin." Harry chuckles at the news. Ragnok is indeed his favorite goblin. Thankfully he offered a contract for him to be his familial accountant and to take care of the majority of the business and investments while giving him regular lessons on the business, investments, and property care related to his lineages.

"Yes, I promised my accountant 17% of the income from investments for taking care of everything while teaching me what I need to know. I also offered to help buy gifts for people on birthdays and holidays for his family. I told him that I want him to have the Holidays of goblins, or that he celebrates, off to relax and be with family. He reluctantly agreed until I informed him that he would have paid holidays." Mileen smiles at the news before ruefully shaking her head. She hugs him gently before kissing his forehead.

"Harry, I believe that you are the least judgemental person I have ever met. Most human folk, which I am a descent of Veela, are judgemental of almost all other races. They treat their house elves terribly and none have ever paid for health care for their elves. I also haven't heard of any goblin being paid more than 5% of the income from investments. What were the benefits you gave him?" Harry flushes in half embarrassment and with the pleasure of being called so kind. Scratching the back of his head he looks out the window.

"I offered him paid holidays, five paid sick days a month, health care being paid for when in relation to working for me or around Gringotts, insurance for their children, which he will be starting such a company in the magical world. Insurance is a muggle thing where you pay a cheap price for medical coverage, with better coverage costing more. It can pay for medications, which are very similar to health potions albeit they take several doses over a period of time to complete their task." Mileen raises her hand to stop him with a gleam in her shining eyes.

"I know what Insurance is, I'm a halfblood. I know that I'm wanting to become your personal medic if such things are a given. Please continue with the list of benefits." Harry nods knowing that she is serious. She is usually serious after all.

"Promotions for any workers I have will be easy with effort. Overtime will be allowed for 10 days a month at most. Paid holidays are a given in all cases, three per month. Parental leave in case their young is sick as well as childcare to help their children still in their care. There will also be healthcare up to 5500 galleons for each person per month, which is negotiable for how much a person has in coverage and is a part of the insurance. Sick leave is also given and each person will be paid for 5 days a month. There will be equal opportunities or the management staff will be fired. I won't allow discrimination of any kind for any reason and I'll do my best to make the workers satisfied with their jobs." Mileen claps her hands proudly earning crimson cheeks from the pleasure of being praised. She comes over and hugs him causing him to briefly stiffen before he returns her hug. After several moments she releases him with a frown.

"However, I still need you to take a few potions for the old wounds which have healed wrong." Harry curtly nods, despite knowing that the years that have passed since the abusive years that he is still affected by it.

"I'll make sure I take everything properly. I have a serious question in relation to the abuse." Her eyebrow twitches as she nods. "Is there any Mental Healers in the wizarding world? I think we might need to visit them in order to fully heal and to reach my full potential." He sees her eyebrow twitch before she hums thoughtfully.

"I'm pretty sure I can find one and swear them to secrecy about you as a client. Please give me about two weeks to find a suitable healer." Harry nods with a small smile filled with worry and relief. She carefully hugs him again, earning stiffened shoulders again before he relaxes as he leans into the comforting hug. She gently rubs his back surprising him at the display he has seen before. Petunia used to rub Dudley's back when he became upset and sometimes she still does.

"Thank you." Harry quietly whispers softly as he snuggles into her side. "Can I hire you to be the Potter Family Health Expert?" She chuckles at the thought as she pats his hair down.

"I would be honored, Harry." Harry looks up at her as he gently separates from her.

"If you are going to be servicing my family you need to know about Brilliant Wisdom." She blinks at the news before he lifts his sleeve revealing the two bracelets before Brilliant Wisdom lights up and a face is emitted from the device as a hologram.

[Greetings. I am a Research and Development Constantly Learning, Artificially-Intelligent Device-System. I come from an alternate reality and have serviced Master Hadrian ever since we met.] the device tells her with a happy smile. [It is a pleasure to finally be allowed to speak with you. I informed the elves that you were to be trusted when you started giving orders in Master Hadrian's place.] She stares at the little bracelet with recognition in her eyes. The device gives a happy hum.

"Brilliant Wisdom is my best friend. She has been there for me ever since I met her and she has been a great help to me. I plan on making a few for those who need them but I want there to be a permit for certain folk to have one." Harry tells Mileen before hearing a soft chuckle. She gently pats his head as she detaches from him.

"Director Ragnok told me of a 'charity' you are starting. One to provide decent stuff for the minorities. Thankfully there is a minimum wage law and that applies to all races but there is no law about fair pricing for them. Since my great grandmother is a Veela… Thank you." Harry flushes as he realizes that the woman is earnestly willing to help him and be loyal to him for what he has done himself instead of his parents deeds. He goes back over to the food to continue eating knowing that quite a few people are going to be excited to see the remade charity once he gets the shop and supplies ready.

{A Hour After 'Midday' or Noon - Same Day}

Wonky from Gringotts appears with a official letter from Gringotts. Hadrian smiles at her as she hands it to him. "Hello, Wonky. How are you?"

Her cheeks once again become rosy at the kind gesture denied to most elves. Most elves are not treated as equals to their masters after all. "Wonky is doing well. Master Ragnok instructed Wonky to give you this and to help prepare you for the opening within a hour." Harry notices the elf gently grasp his hand before they appear in his bedroom. She pops into the next room, undoubtedly to search for a suitable outfit as he begins reading.

Hadrian,

This is Director Ragnok. I've finished the updates to the requested altered shop for the minorities. We also withdrew a Instant Seamstress from your now merged vault to make the cloths as the people appear. To help sustain the charity I have told the minorities that any donations are acceptable to go back toward feeding the charity. The Daily profit will also be there and we have 'information' that will have their most famous reporter obeying your littlest whim.

Also, Wonky will be helping with your 'attire problem' and make sure that you are wearing suitable robes.

Sincerely, Ragnok

Hadrian chuckles as he looks up to find the elf comparing different robes with his physical attributes. Harry obeys the little elf knowing that this is a very good thing.

{Thirty-Five Minutes Later - Same Day}

Harry appears in Gringotts before be starts following Wonky through the tunnels toward the surface. Another five minutes are spent getting through the crowd that a few goblins help him get through. As he arrives on the Steps of the renovated shop a few whispers begin amongst the crowd. Hadrian walks over toward Ragnok and Misses Skeeter. Hadrian is given the microphone by Director Ragnok as Harry spots several subtle signs of minority races among those in the crowd.

"Greetings, I am Hadrian Potter." The crowd stares at him in confusion.

"I know that many of you have questions, but I ask that you wait until the end of my speech." Several obediently nod as he sees a familiar bloodline. A blond haired man, obviously a Malfoy is watching intently.

"As a few of you have already been informed I am making a charity, which will have this shop as the Headquarters." Several of those who don't know get confused. "However, instead of the typical charity, this one is for the minority races only." A few people get scornful looks on their faces. "In the future I may be able to expand it to include humans but as of right now the Minority races are my primary concern."

Malfoy suddenly speaks loudly in the thoughtful silence. "Why help them? They have everything that they need." Hadrian mentally winces for the man, knowing more than a few are glaring at him.

"Because more than five out of eight children die before reaching Hogwarts age. Not only that but since many are so prejudice against them they don't ever get proper food, medical needs, or clothes due to 'inflated' prices." A few people are startled and others look grim. Every human, not including Malfoy, look shocked at the news.

To his surprise a family of red haired children, with their red haired mother starts moving through the crowd. As she nears the stage more than a few give her space, wondering what she is going to do. "Is there anything we can do to help?" The twins give her a deadpanned look, letting Hadrian realize that they aren't fit to help in most ways.

"There is. Even those benefiting from the charity can help in a… odd way. We have house elves currently farming, making supplies, and gathering food animals. However, due to them needing magic to feed their core we are asking for a few to become hosts to at least one house elf. They will cook and clean at your house but otherwise they will be assisting on the farms. Despite any of you bonding with them the charity will be the actual owner of the elves." Several clap as the Malfoy man leaves, disgruntled at his words and kindness to those he finds inferior to himself. Harry simply continues knowing that today is going be good.