Harry Potter Promise NR.3 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.3

... Vault is much larger, though I won't be able to remove any money from it until I turn seventeen." Sharptooth sat back and considered. He remembered the events surrounding Lord and Lady Potter's deaths, including the sealing of their Will before it could be executed. As a Goblin, there had been nothing he could have done, and it would have fallen to Albus Dumbledore, as head of the Wizengamot, and as self-appointed magical guardian for the young Potter heir, to inform him of his duties and rights as a Head of House. He glanced over at the dog, and McGonagall. He had received confirmation from the DMLE and DCW of Mr. Potter's change in guardianship, and Mr. Dursley's arrest, so he knew why the professor was there. The dog, however… A thought niggled in the back of his mind, and he let out a rather surprising laugh, shocking all of them. "If the young Lord Black will consent to show himself, I think we can get this meeting underway." It was a very surprised Sirius who changed back. "How did you know?" he asked, taking a seat. Sharptooth was still chuckling. "I've been the Potter family manager for many years, Mr. Black. We have always had a good working relationship; one reason is that I keep the secrets I am told. James Potter told me a rather fascinating story one time, regarding his attempts with his friends to learn the animagus transformation. He did not, however, tell me your forms. Consider it an educated guess. Add to that the fact that young Mr. Potter here seems to be ...

... remarkably informed, something that suggests education by a lord of an Ancient and Noble House." Sirius nodded, still dazed, and Minerva decided to steer the conversation in the direction they had intended. "Mr. Sharptooth, we came here today for several reasons. Harry would like to hear a little bit about his family's investments and portfolio, and we will discuss any changes, should they be necessary. We were also hoping to see James and Lily's Will, should you have a copy, and I think Harry wanted to look at his Family Vault. I know he can't remove any of the money, but there may be other keepsakes he would want to have." Sharptooth nodded his approval, and took out a bowl and a dagger. "First off, there's no mister. It's just Sharptooth," he grinned. "Second, we need to prove you are who you say you are, Mr. Potter. This is an inheritance test. It will show us your lineage, going back up to fifteen generations of wizards. I just need seven drops of blood, if you would be willing." Harry nodded and took the knife, pricking his thumb and allowing the allotted drops to fall into the bowl. "You're Sharptooth as long as I'm Harry, please," he asked, smiling. "Mr. Potter just sounds weird. Besides," he threw a grin over at Minerva, "I get enough of that at school." Minerva smiled, knowing that she would have to constantly remind herself to call him by his surname once the term began. She had gotten used to him as 'Harry'. It was amazing how quickly he had become integrated in ...