Harry Potter Promise NR.3 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.3

... weapons Stocks and shares: Flourish and Blotts (4%) Quality Quidditch Supplies (9%) Daily Prophet (21%) Dark Arts Defied (12%) Gambol and Japes (8%) Zonko's Joke Shop (11%) Wizeacre's Wizarding Equipment (7%) Nimbus Racing Broom Company (16%) Coca Cola, inc. (19%) General Motors (5%) Apple, inc. (26%) Boeing, inc. (12%) General Electric (9%) IBM (10%) British Airways (3%) Harry looked up, eyes as round as saucers. "How much do these investments make every year?" He asked quietly, unable to really comprehend just how rich he was. Sharptooth grinned. "I believe your return to be somewhere in the six digits, at the minimum, every year. Last quarter alone, you made just over one hundred thousand galleons. Harry shook his head. If he was this rich, why had he been forced to wear Dudley's old castoffs? He turned the page, and Sharptooth nodded. "That is a list of transactions made over the last thirteen years." Harry almost screamed when he saw what was written there. The later entries were no surprise, they were all purchases he had made for school. What angered him were the earlier transactions. The Dursleys had been paid the equivalent of five hundred pounds a month for his upkeep. That was about 76,000 pounds over the years that they had spent on their own son. He figured many of Dudley's Christmas and birthday presents had been paid for with his money. He looked up, an angry glint in his eyes. "Can I get any of this back?" he asked dangerously. He was unconscious of the fact ...

... that the paper in his hands was beginning to smoke until Minerva gently removed it. She looked just as angry. "I agree. What the Dursleys did was theft, plain and simple. They never spent a knut on Harry's care. I know Madam Bones passed on her findings to the muggle authorities and he has been charged with embezzlement. Can we prove that was the case here?" Sharptooth nodded. "We will get right on it, and let you know when we have something. Now, was there anything else you needed taken care of today?" Harry looked at Minerva and Sirius, both of whom shook their heads, so he turned back to his manager. "I think that's it for today, Sharptooth." He then surprised the goblin by standing up and offering his hand. Sharptooth took it, bemused. "I thank you for all your help, and I look forward to doing business with you." Sharptooth grinned. That wizard was going to make him rich, and he suspected even more than that, the young Potter heir was going to change their world, and it could only be for the better. XXX They went down to the Potter Family Vault next. Harry really wanted to see what he had other than money in that vault. He stopped just inside the door, jaw dropping at the piles of gold and silver. He wasn't there for that though, so he focused more on the portraits and trunks. One glass case housed several jewelry pieces, and he admired several pieces, before his eye was caught by one set in particular. It was simple, yet complex in its simplicity. The gold chain of the ...