Legal wrangle
*****07:30*****
The next morning was a very good morning. I got out of bed. A girl on either side of me. A week of these two would be fantastic. A bombshell blonde and a voluptuous brunette. I just need the name of their pimp/manager and I can rob the fucker. Keeping these two around is good for business. I want them working for me. They know what's going on in the city. They talk to other girls and guys in the business. They are escorts in the high end hotels of London. They can get me details on all the high rollers. I'll obviously have to muscle into the territory, but that can be handled pretty easily. A few cleaners and enforcers are always around to take care of business but when you've got an INVENTORY. Dead bodies don't mean much. Which reminds me. A suppressed Browning Hi-power should work just fine. A slide lock on the Browning will work just fine.
I got ready and made my way to Gringotts. The amount of money coming my way from stories and products using my name is insane. I also need to buy a bit of Nike stock. Michael Jordan is going to go off in the NBA, taking all his sponsors with him. Nike, McDonalds, and Pepsi are all going to do very well with brand endorsements from athletes. Nike is a long term investment. The others have to be managed actively.
I got out of the shower, to the sight of Victoria brushing her teeth. She had a silk dressing gown on, and nothing else. Well another shower won't hurt.
By 9:00 I was at Gringotts. I had breakfast at the Thames Foyer. I took the girls along. Samantha wasn't up for it in she got cleaned up and joined us at the table. A hearty breakfast and small talk later, we went on with our days. The girls went shopping, I went to deal with more paperwork.
I am running out of money, at this rate I'll be broke by the end of the year. It's only April right now. I have a bit of time, but the sooner the better. Perhaps I can invest through Gringotts? No, I don't want the goblins handling any more of my money than absolutely necessary.
*****Gringotts*****
In the meeting room with Swordbreaker was another wizard. Edward "Ted" Tonks, legal wizard extraordinaire. Well he will be by the time I'm done with my plans.
"Good morning Swordbreaker, sir," I greeted both occupants of thee room, "shall we begin?"
"Morning Heir Potter. Let me introduce you to Legal wizard Edward Tonks. He will be assisting us based on your recommendation." Swordbreaker greeted me in return and also cleared the air for both new acquaintances.
"Harry Potter as I live and breathe! It's a pleasure to meet you!" Ted excitedly exclaimed.
"The pleasure is mine Mr. Tonks, and I hope to establish a long lasting business with you in future." I politely replied.
"Yes, that's all for later, there are more pressing matters to attend to for now." Swordbreaker commanded. I was thankful for his tone. He saved me from a lot of unnecessary gushing and attention from Ted.
We read Ted into the situation, and our plans for repayment of deferred loans. My parents will and Sirius Black's innocence were also discussed. The ministry will be facing a smear campaign against them, the like of which have the public lynch ministry employees on sight. Fudge will either do what I want him to do, or his replacement will. I have no qualms about getting my hands dirty.
My initial goal is to get Sirius out of Azkaban. Killing Pettigrew is of no consequence. He has Voldemort's wand on him though. I'm going to need that.
By noon all the initial plans were put in place. The required documents written up and sent of to their respective recipients. No one is going to have a good time for a while. I suffered for eight years in that shit-hole you call a house, you can suffer for a few months at the very least. Schadenfreude aside, I need to sort out everything by the end of the week. I explained that I am nearby and should be contacted at the Savoy, Room 413.
We reconvened after a short break. And got to the matter of Sirius' legal trial or lack thereof. We need to be quick and get the drop on the ministry. The Fudge regime has done nothing positive for Britain on the international stage. The Americans are holding us in contempt for gods sake. If the muggle side does it, no problem, they have a lot more nukes than the rest of the world. It's when the upstart colonial wizards do it, it means you've fucked up big time. The Native American shamans and magicians I don't know how they see our magic now, probably childish shenanigans at best. The information package gave a few bits a pieces of information on several cultures and types of magic. The Natives can literally call spirits to accomplish tasks. A massive thunderbird made out of lightning was seen in 1899 wiping out a settlement in New Mexico. 1300 people gone in less than 3 minutes. Back to the ministry, I asked that the Head of the DMLE be read into the situation. She was betrothed to Sirius before he went gallivanting off to join the order of flaming chicken. 'Nando's for dinner.'
We wrote up documents and used the Gringotts eagles to deliver the paperwork. The owls will be scanned and censored. You wouldn't dare do that to the Gringotts eagles. The backlash for so much as scratching one is immense. I'm going to get an eagle as well. Just makes sense. Even if they know it's my eagle, they still wouldn't risk it on the off chance it's a Gringotts eagle. You just need a brown or black coloured eagle, and all your mail goes through. I'll buy one from Gringotts if possible, just to make things easier for me.
The invitation to Madam Amelia Bones was also sent with the Eagles.
*****15:00*****
Amelia Bones arrived in Swordbreaker's office with an air of power and retribution. She confirmed everything in the records. She had the originals. the copies were in the Ministry. Smart woman. I just need Sirius out for now. The corpse munchers will be handled in due time.
She was read into the plan. She agreed, on the condition Fudge is permanently removed from the Ministry. She doesn't care who the next minister is. Well the obvious choice is her, but she's not going to say that now. More than likely she'll contend for the position after all this blows over.
My main purpose now is to find a safe place to live, and knowledge. The Black residence has both of those things. Based on the Information package. The place is under wards so strong that they rival those of Hogwarts. Same with the Potter residence. It is in Spadeadam. Close to the rocket testing grounds and RAF Spadeadam. Plenty of opportunities to practice magic without alerting the Ministry. Of course my plans for the normal world are still in effect. I will need to gather funds and manage them actively. The computer technology is severely lacking at this time. The SYSTEM can help a bit. But I need something in place for the SYSTEM to connect to. An account with access to international markets will allow me to take advantage of my advance knowledge. In the coming months I will have to gather enough funds for my alter ego. Both need to be properly cultivated. I have the paperwork for Damien Gilchrist, but the documentation for Hadrian Potter needs to be drawn up. Gringotts will handle that, for a fee. I hate all these taxes and fees. The Ministry only taxes me at 1% but 1% of a billion is still 10 million galleons a year. Due to no income coming in to the Potter vaults, I am now no longer a billionaire. That will soon change.
*****20:00*****
Our work was now done. All information regarding the miss-trial of Sirius Black was sent out to all news papers and magazines. The main point being made was if the Heir of Most Ancient and Noble House Black was locked up without trial, what would happen to the several normal wizards and witches. The werewolves and vampires that are being prosecuted are more than likely being prosecuted unfairly.
Amelia was more than happy to add additional information about all the death eaters claiming the Imperious Curse.
While she was here, she contracted the goblins to re-ward her residence. She had a niece living with her. No older than I. It was for the best.
I can foresee the retaliation being brutal. Fudge and his cronies will have nowhere to hide. Firing people affiliated with the light faction will do nothing. The bandage had been torn and the festering wound was laid bare for all to see.
The dark faction will be scrambling to pick up the pieces. Amelia, had a counter measure in place. She had already signed off on the seizure and freezing of assets. That will happen tomorrow morning at 06:00. The papers come out at 07:00. 24 families will have nowhere to go and finally face the music.
After both Amelia and Ted left. I finally brought up the topic of healing my body, and to see if there are any adverse effects of staying in those blood wards. But for that I had to talk to someone else. The current head of Gringotts. Mr. Amadeus Bloodsinger. 'How come the goblins have all these awesome names and I'm just Harry Potter?'
It was late, but I had an appointment set up with Mr. Bloodsinger on Friday afternoon. So I wasn't too bothered. It gives me time to setup in the normal world.
*****07:30 Wednesday 20 April 1988*****
I woke up pretty refreshed. The girls and I just drank and watched a movie last night. It's nice to get to know your future employees.
I got ready and dressed. I had to impose on Barclays to open several accounts. I set up all of my money in the briefcase. Cash totaling £500,000, the rest was in my INVENTORY. To be used as required.
*****
I had a meeting with a senior accounts manger at Barclays head office. A Mr. Hiddleston, which reminds me, production houses, should test the waters first. I went and opened a chequing account and a trading account. I spread my money in several areas. It's not much now. But with more money coming in, over the coming years. It'll grow to a substantial amount.
Now I'm off to rob a few wannabe gangsters.
*****Hell*****
In front of a giant screen there are the the king and queen of Hell, and a bunch of greater demons. All with snacks and drinks. Watching the events unfold.
Bael: Not even a week and he's killed three people, blown up a house, indirectly robbed a bank, and had threesomes with hookers. Are you sure he's not a demon? You know how gran reacted the last time we tried to set her up with a demon.
Lucifer: Don't remind me. And no he's not a demon. At least he's not running around fucking everything in sight. Also as far as I can see he has some sort of plan.
Lilith: That's all well and good but are you sure Gran and him will get along. There is also Uncle Murphy to take into account.
Lucifer: Sigh...How's gran doing?
*****Hermione Granger*****
We see a young girl with reddish blonde hair petting a black cat and reading books on advanced subjects. Not only magical subjects but medical and chemistry books as well.
*****Hell*****
Lucifer: She's still studying. Waiting for the letter from Hogwarts.
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Asmodeus: Switch back to the kid.