HP : TRIUMPH

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As interesting as that is, why are you here?" Griphook asked curtly and bluntly.

"To gaze upon your kind and generous face and soul. To listen to your singing voice and enjoy your delightful company." Harry grinned.

"Do you want a poisoned blade in you gut?"

"Would that hurt?"

Griphook fingered a hidden pocket in his coat.

"Immensely. Would you like to see?"

Harry laughed and grinned at the goblin.

"I'm here on official business actually."

"Oh?" The goblin asked, sceptical.

"Yes. I was wondering, are you assigned to my vault?"

"Yes. Any vault under your control is watched by me. That is why every time you go to get money or such I am the one who takes you down."

"Oh. What about muggleborns?"

"Certain goblins are assigned up to ten muggle-born vaults each unless they grow large. All other goblins working in the bank either act as tellers or are assigned single larger clients or families."

"Ah. Well I think I may have just added to my number of vaults."

He held out his hand flashing the black ring. Griphook grabbed his wrist, twisting his hand to peer at the ring and tap it with a nail. Keirium actually growled at the goblin. It was a deep rumbling sound that was easily taken as a warning. Griphook let his hand go and nodded to the bird. Harry gave a mock sniffle and rubbed his wrist.

"I think it's broken. Do you often assault people to see their jewellery?"

The goblin snorted.

"Your claim is true though. That is a true family head ring. Who gave it to you?"

"My godfather."

The goblin grunted but straightened his coat in an absent movement.

"So did you come for anything else?"

"Nope. I'll leave the vault control to you."

The goblin peered at him and hummed in thought.

"And you trust me with this?"

"Yup. Beside I don't think you guys can get in the vaults, correct."

"Correct. All old families are suspicious of us, and those that aren't usually don't take chances anyways. All large family vaults are spelled so only the head of the family can enter and others can only enter if they are invited by the head."

"Hmm. Interesting."

"Did you need anything else Lord Potter-Black or can I leave you gracious presence?" The goblin asked sarcastically.

"Actually I was wondering if you could transfer 500 000 pounds into a muggle bank please."

The goblin frowned.

"And why do you wish to do that?" He asked sharply.

"Don't worry Griphook. I will always rely on Gringotts for my banking needs, but it never hurts to have a back up plan and a hidden clump of money."

"Hmm. True." The goblin admitted grudgingly. "It'll be done."

"Great! And I was wondering if you could send me a list of the items in the Black Vault."

"I shall find the inventory sheet though it is most likely lost in our large files."

"Take as much time as you like. Oh, and I recently learned I own a place called Grimmauld. From my godfather's instructions about it, it appears it is quite dark and dangerous. I was wondering if I could hirer that warding team again. I want to go in there and check it out but I believe I will end up replacing many of the darker wards."

"Of course what day are you available."

"Any day really. Well except the 16th and 17th of this month. I'm taking a muggle course for cooking."

"Hmm. Interesting." He said blandly. "I shall hirer the warders for you for the 13th of this month."

"Thank you Griphook. I would be lost without you."

"Of course you would. You're only a pitiful human." The goblin said bluntly.

Harry could tell he wasn't teasing him but Harry laughed anyways.

"You're a good guy Griphook."

"Please, stop, you're wounding me with you gentle words." He sneered.

"I'm sorry, you're a cruel, mean, and nasty guy Griphook."

"Of course." Griphook sneered with a smirk.

"Anyways, do you guys do any investing of anything?"

"Of course. We goblins are great investors."

"I'll trust you on that. If I, say gave you control of my 'school' vault would you invest it in things for me?"

"Of course Lord Potter-Black. I'd be pleased to." He said with a nasty smirk as he seemed to fall into thought.

"Good. I'm going out on a limb and trusting you with this. I know you probably get some of the money made in any successful investment but contribute nothing if it's not a successful investment."

The goblin just sent him a smirk.

"Well that's all the business I had. Thanks again Griphoo

Harry stared at the flames in his fireplace with a far-away look. Katrina had visited earlier. He'd let her try some of the cheesecake he had made. She'd raved about it and told him he should open a cake shop. It had been a few second long conversation but Harry could not get it out of his head. A cake shop. A place he could bake cakes, decorate cakes, anything to do with cakes. But he could make cookies and cupcakes and pies to. A pastry shop.

He rested his head on his hand and gazed at the crackling fames.

"A cake shop." He said softly.

Ideas rose in his mind.

"A cake shop." He repeated blankly.

Ideas crashed and burned and rose better then before. Plans started spider webbing through his mind.

"A cake shop." He repeated, smiling delightedly.

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July 13th

Wednesday

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"Thank you Miss. Williams." Harry said smiling at the realtor.

"My pleasure Mr. Potter. I hope you find what you're looking for." The woman replied glancing at the sheets of stores for sale in his hands.

"I will." He replied determinedly. "Now if you will excuse me, I have to run."

"Of course, of course." She said absently.

Harry left her office at a brisk walk and was back in his car in moments, driving off to a suburb filled with aging houses. He arrived at his destination half an hour later, just in time to meet with a team of four familiar wards. He parked his car in front of an ancient looking Grimmauld place. House number 12 was looking even older and darker then the surrounding place. The four wards looked around in confusion and Harry raised a brow at the.

"Is there a problem."

"Yes. I have no idea which house is yours. They are all occupied." Bill said.

And they were. All except number 12. Harry motioned to the empty dark house but they just blinked at him in confusion. He blinked as he realized they couldn't see it. He cleared his throat as he remembered the charms Sirius had said were around it. Unless told about it the only person who would be able to find it was the owner or the head of the house.

"Number 12 Grimmauld Place." He said aloud.

The four repeated it and suddenly blinked as they saw the house emerge from nowhere.

"Let's go." Harry said striding up to the house.

"Why don't we go first." Bill suggested as they reached the door. "Just in case."

Harry shrugged and let them walk ahead of him as they entered the dark abyss of the house.

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"Kid." John said forking the food into his mouth at top speed. "I may not be a food critic but this is fantastic."

Murmurs of agreement rose from the three other warders.

They had finished checking Grimmauld place over earlier and had looked over all the wards. They said they would have to tare down some of the nastier wards or they may hurt Harry because of his blood status. They'd do that tomorrow and add some extra wards. They had offered to get rid of all the dark objects and pests including the doxies but Harry had said no. They had just shrugged trusting he could handle it. Harry had shown he probably would be able to when he had lashed out at a house elf named Kretcher, lecturing him on proper manners for over an hour. The elf was quite polite with Harry now, though he did tend to say things about the others when Harry's back was turned.

After a long day of working hard Harry had dragged them back to his place for dinner.

"Thank you John." Harry said politely taking a bite of his own food. "Dessert will be after this too, so leave room."

"Dessert?" Henry said, brightening up. "What kind?"

"Lemon meringue pie."

"Ooh." He moaned, drooling at the thought.

Harry chuckled while Kate kicked him for being rude. Harry found he rather liked the four.

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July 14th

Thursday

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Harry straightened out his jersey for the twentieth time in the last five minutes as he gazed around. Randal sat next to him looking almost sullen. Around them sat a group of boys ranging from the ages 14 to 18. The Birds football team had officially started its first meeting. Harry had slipped into this age group as his birthday was less then a month away. He'd dragged Randal with him.

"Why did you have to drag me with you?"

"Because you could use the exercise." Harry said. "And Dorothy agrees with me. She said you need to get some fresh air too."

"My room window gives me more then enough fresh air." He muttered.

Harry just laughed and returned to listening to what their coach had to say.

"Well guys. It's our first day meeting as a team so we'll just do a warm up and go over some rules before playing a small game amongst ourselves. In total there are about ten other soccer teams in the area that are your age and skill level. So we'll have quiet a few matches. Most our meetings will just be matches against other teams. We play here every Tuesday and Thursday from 6:00 to 7:30. We have practice on every second Sunday same time." Their middle-aged coach said above the soft chatter. "Our team is called the 'Birds'. Remember it and always show up with your jersey. Now, let's do three laps around the field!"

Harry hopped up quickly and took off after the man who was faster then he appeared. Randal caught up with him after a moment showing he wasn't that out of shape. He was grumbling though.

"Come on Randal." Harry laughed. "Perk up. If you do and try your hardest tonight I'll bring you cookies next time."

"Cookies?" he asked suspiciously. "What flavour?"

"Gingersnap." Harry grinned remembering Dorothy muttering about the boy's weakness for gingersnaps.

"What are we waiting for? Pick up the pace man!" He yelled shooting past the coach.

Harry clearly saw the man's lips twitching to hide laughter as he glanced after

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