"That might be best," Hermione agreed and passed the cage with the half-kneazle to her mother. She then knelt down and looked into the cage. "You be good Crookshanks. I'll see you in a few days."
Crookshanks just looked lazily at his mistress and went back to cleaning his fur.
"Hermione?"
"Yes Mum?"
"Harry is more than welcome to come."
Hermione smiled at her parents. They were still planning on their sleepover and Dr. Who marathon and this was the last part that was unsure.
"If the poor boy doesn't want to stay with all of you, I'll be glad to take him out on the links that day," Richard said. "Have you ever played golf Harry?"
"No sir, but I'm more than willing to learn sir."
"A driving range then. My club has a great one and they can fit a set of clubs for you."
"Sounds like fun sir. I look forward to it," Harry replied. He thought it would do well to get to know Mr. Granger better anyway.
"I think we need to get a move on," Mr. Delacour said as he pulled a pocket watch from his muggle suit. "You wanted to go to Gringotts I do believe."
"Yes sir, but how are we getting there?" Harry asked.
"Eet seems your uncle is impressed by status oui?"
"Yes," Harry answered wondering what Alain had planned.
"Then we shall impress him my son," Alain replied as his hand pointed to a very large stretch limousine double parked outside the station. "I took ze liberty of borrowing it from our embassy."
"But the neighbors."
"Are going to know ze truth, or as close as we can get anyway," Alain said with a smile.
Harry and his bondmates along with Alain climbed into the back of the limousine. Harry got to have the seat near all the buttons that controlled the lighting and music. Alain Delacour enjoyed watching the young man with so much on his shoulders acting like an almost fifteen year should as he kept pushing the buttons and changing the settings. Hermione took over the radio and it wasn't long before the four teenagers had found a music station they all agreed on. The ride to the Leaky Cauldron was a short one, but Alain kept looking out to make sure no one followed them. He knew in the front seat of the Limo was the best Hit Wizard in all of France just in case.
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At Gringotts, Harry presented the note to the teller who had them wait for several minutes while new keys were made for Vault 177. Again Harry had requested that four keys be made and one given to each of them. While they waited Harry made arrangements to have the ten thousand galleons moved to the Weasley vault. Twenty minutes later a goblin cart stopped in front of the Potters' vault and it took a minute of coaxing to get Hermione to believe the cart had actually stopped and she was still alive. Fleur and Gabrielle both enjoyed the thrill of the ride.
Harry stopped short of the Vault door and stared it as a nervous feeling invaded his stomach. He knew behind that door was something that was important to his parents; something that would finally link him to them. With an intake of breath to steady himself, he nodded to the Goblin who turned the key and opened the vault. Green smoke poured out and when it cleared he found himself looking into a fairly large vault.
The first thing that came to Harry's mind was that his mother was just like Hermione, or the other way around. Outside of the mounds of coins that covered a whole corner of the vault, everything else was neatly organized and labeled. What appeared to be standard clear muggle storage containers lined the various walls. The ones closest to the door had labels that proclaimed such things as Evan's family photos and Lily's Wedding Dress while further back most of the containers had the name Potter on them. It seemed like someone had organized centuries of stuff in a neat fashion.
"Ees zere an accounting for 'ow much money is 'ere?" Alain asked the Goblin.
"That question can only be answered if the primary vault owner or owners asks it," the goblin stated.
"Of course," Mr. Delacour replied. He looked at Harry who repeated the question.
The goblin reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of parchment. He ran his long finger down the page and finally said. "There are one hundred forty-eight thousand Galleons, four hundred sickles in this vault. Per the original orders for this vault and investments, twenty percent of the wealth would remain in coin form in the vault.
Harry looked at Alain and asked. "What does that mean?"
"It means this is only a small part of the overall amount your parents left you. If my calculations are correct you have about seven hundred and fifty thousand galleons in all and of course that doesn't include the other vault."
The goblin was once again referring to the parchment. "Originally it was only eighty thousand galleons when this vault went inactive, but once the Wizard Dark Lord was banished fourteen years ago, businesses flourished and investment returns were unmatched."
"So it's likely business will start to do badly again with Voldemort back?"
If you wish financial advice, we can provide it for a fee," the goblin replied testily.
"Harry I think you might want to take the money out of the investments they are in," This was from Hermione.
"It's OUR money, so we can decide," Harry replied then he looked at Alain who shrugged. "My own adviser suggested moving my investments to muggle based investments for ze time being."
Harry was about to answer when he noticed a table between two stacks of containers. Hanging on the wall above the table were photographs and other parchments. "Do what you think is best Hermione," He said distractedly as he walked over to the table and looked around.
Spread out over the table was what appeared to be drawings of a home and the surrounding lands and gardens. There was even a small lake on the property. There were little notes in ink all over the page. The lake had been given a name 'Lake Lily' while the house had first been labeled Marauder's Mansion by what seemed to be James' scrawl, but that was crossed out and Potter's Place was written in below it in Lily's neat handwriting. Then as he looked at the house design, he saw something else written. One of the five bedrooms in the house had been label 'Harry's room.'
"Was this their home?" Harry murmured.
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