The next day Mr. Corner of the firm Davies, Corner and Ogden was by turns pleased (that representation of the BWL was moving to their firm), shocked (that the magical world had done what it had done to their hero without recompense), and appalled (that the BWL's previous law firm had done nothing about it).
He was pleased that the paperwork to overturn the Wizengamot seal of the Potter wills was completed, and was impatiently looking forward to working with the firms barrister to upset the status quo, not to mention the lovely paychecks that it would mean for everyone at his firm. If he figured it correctly when things were settled the young Lord might own a sizable portion of the magical world's publishers.
This was going to push the firm to the top, for years Marchbanks, Doge, Diggle and Trent had used the fact that they represented both Dumbledore and the Boy-Who-Lived as their calling card. Barchok of Gringott's was sending Marchbanks, Doge, Diggle, and Trent notice that their firm was being replaced, due to inadequate representation of the BWL, and had given him just what he needed to include them in false representation suit.
All of it was enough to have any solicitor rubbing their hands in glee. Before he left the two hour meeting he shook hands with his first muggle client and declared it a pleasure to represent her and Lord Potter.
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After the solicitor left the meeting place Barchok gave Harry his grandfather's journal and then proceeded to tell them what he'd found out. "Lord Potter what I found out about your properties is this. The beach house is in good condition all eight of the Potter family elves reside there, while the house is in good condition the elves are not. House elves are dependent on the bond they have with their owner for good health. And while Harry here is alive he has been locked away from the elves' access which has been bad for them. Apparently there used to be six more but their whereabouts are currently unknown. Which is too bad really as they were the younger and stronger elves. Potter Manse in Staffordshire was apparently destroyed in the Death Eater attack that killed Lord Potter's grandparents and spurred his father into becoming an auror instead of a quidditch player. It was being rebuilt larger and with better wards when your parents were killed. While the outer building is complete it is by no means ready for human habitation. The cottage in Godric's Hollow was severely damaged in You-Know-
"Call him by his proper name, because that's all it is, Barchok a name; the rest is all nonsense ." Harry growled.
The goblins eyebrows raised then came together. "Voldemort's attack. My information is Albus Dumbledore was first on the scene and sealed it himself. Making it so only he and those he approved could get in. He turned it over as a historic site two years later. There is a memorial marker. And last, Lord Potter's parents are buried in the graveyard in Godric's Hollow."
"So what now?" Harry asked.
Barchok extended a small ragged looking belt. "I take you to your homes."
Harry watched as his Aunt got a very pinched look on her face. She hated magic and it was patently obvious that this belt was magic of the highest sort. She had been so good during his two Diagon Alley trips she had even signed the forms so he could get a magical physical done, but this… "It's alright Aunt Petunia, you don't have to." Harry tried to control his disappointment he'd wanted to see the homes that were his.
Petunia had worked so hard to conceal her distaste for the magical. She had thought while meeting Barchok, he's just a slightly deformed little person, I can do this. And she had. In Diagon Alley she had focused on Harry or where she placed her feet not on what was going on around her. The Gringott's cart was merely a rollercoaster. It had been easy to conceal her distaste for the clothing of the wizarding world, after all she had to regularly hide her opinions of how women she met while she entertained for Vernon dressed. And for today's meeting she hadn't even had to go into the Alley. But this, this was something different this would be magic affecting her.
"Mrs. Dursley?" Barchok asked.
"Just take my nephew. I'll wait here, and order some tea."
Harry took hold of the belt, after a moment's confusion Barchok said "Activate one."
Harry felt as if a giant fishhook had slammed through his navel and the world started spinning much faster than it already did. Then he felt as though he was falling then as if he hit the ground with great force. Which he did. "What was that?"
"A portkey."
"Where are we?"
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