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All Characters Appearing In This Work Are Fictitious. Any Resemblance To Real Persons, Living Or Dead Is Purely Coinciden
I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Chapter 1: Harry’s Inheritance
Everyone was resting in the living room after having a very delicious and filling lunch at the Burrow. As the chatter died down, Bill, who was sitting next to Harry, leaned closer and said quietly, “Follow me to the kitchen. I need to speak to you in private for a few minutes.”
Harry nodded, rising with him under the pretext of fetching more cake.
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In the Kitchen
Bill and Harry sat at the kitchen table, each with a slice of cake in front of them. Bill spoke first: “Harry, how much do you know about your inheritance from your parents and Sirius?”
Harry frowned, uncertain. “Um, I know I have a lot of money thanks to the vaults they left me at Gringotts, but I’m not too sure about the amount.”
Bill chuckled softly. “Harry, you don’t know the half of it, kid. The vaults you’re talking about are only Minor Vaults—accounts set aside by your parents and Sirius to cover your expenses while you were growing up and at school. Now that you are of age, you have access to all of their vaults.”
Harry blinked. “All of them?”
Bill nodded. “Yes. You see, your father and Sirius, at the time of their deaths, were the last living Potter and Black family heirs. Therefore, all the money and assets—including bond certificates, jewellery, real estate, and more—belonged to them. After their deaths, you became the last living relative. As a result, you have inherited everything.”
Bill leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Now that you have come of age, you have full access and control over the money in both vaults. As of this morning, nine a.m. this is the current estimated net worth of the money and assets in your vaults after deducting all taxes.”
He reached into his coat and withdrew a small red‑and‑gold passbook, sliding it across the table. Harry accepted it, flipping to the last page.
When his eyes landed on the figure written there, his mouth fell open. He was struck speechless for several minutes before finally stammering, “T‑t‑that’s impossible. How can there be so many zeroes after a number? It’s unimaginable. I don’t think even the Goblins at Gringotts can count that high!”
Bill chuckled again, shaking his head. “Believe it, kid. Now all you have to decide is what you want to do with all that money.”
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