Chapter 72 – Potter Accounts! Part-1

    {Transfiguration Offics, Hogwarts}

    {7th Sep 1991}

    {Harry Potter''s POV}

    "Are you ready Mr. Potter?" Prof. McGonagall asked. Harry nodded and looked at the fire with a bit of apprehension. He hadn''t traveled by fire before, during his stint of frequenting Diagon Alley he normally entered the magical world by the Leaky Cauldron. Simply put, all of his instincts developed in the muggle world abhorred the thought of jumping into the fire to fast-travel...

    "Yes, Professor..." Harry replied, although his expression and tone revealed his inner apprehension.

    Minerva spoke in a stern voice, "The floo is a perfectly safe way to travel Mr. Potter... now all you need to do is say the words ''Diagon Alley''. Remember to enunciate them properly before throwing the floo powder into the fire. Also, remember to tuck in your elbows close to your body before you walk into the fire."

    ''Right, before you walk into the fire she says...''

    "Yes, Professor..." Harry reiterated. He took a handful of floo powder from the bowl that Prof. McGonagall extended toward him and walked up to the fire. "Diagon Alley!" Harry shouted.

    He pushed down the embarrassment that welled up in him as the fire turned green, he took a step into the fire and remembered Prof. McGonagall''s words. He hurriedly hugged his own hands close to his body as he felt his feet giving way.

    He paused as the old goblin looked at him for a moment and then he nodded. A slightly younger goblin who introduced himself as Griphook emerged from the gate that was beside the goblin perch and for a moment Harry couldn''t help but think about what Griphook was doing down there.

    The images that thought produced caused his nausea to return as he shook his head. He noticed Prof. McGonagall was looking at him with a peculiar expression before she motioned with her head to follow along.

    The halls of Gringotts were quite remarkable even if they were quite monotonous. Still, it displayed the massive amount of wealth that the Goblins have access to.

    ''According to our history books there have been numerous wars with the goblin, why would wizards even allow them full control of our currency was a bit beyond me. In times of war if the goblins are against us, then won''t the situation worsen quite quickly?'' Harry pondered as they made their way to a large room.

    A goblin dressed in a high-end suit was waiting for them, his eyes immediately lighting up as he recognized Harry as the goblin spoke in a ruff voice, "At last we meet Mr. Potter, do come inside we have matters of utmost importance to discuss..." The Goblin paused as his eyes traced Prof. McGonagall''s figure as he asked, "Are you sure it is a wise decision to have the head of another House attend this meeting?"

    The question once again threw Harry off, he knew that he did not know much about the wizarding customs that involved the lord and Lady of the house. But since he knew nothing, his need to know more and having Prof. McGonagall here was even more justified.

    "Yes, I trust Prof. McGonagall to maintain privacy regarding my House matters," Harry replied, he tried to channel his inner Malfoy as he spoke. "I''m sorry but how should I address you..."

    "Of course, you can call me Heathmond, I have been the accounts manager of the Potter estate for the past 50 years..."

    A.N: A little bit of change in POV! How would a slightly more mature Harry react to the storyline of the original novels?

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