|Harry Potter & the legacy of the Dungeon Lord: Bob
Author: Kingdark PM
Harry meets the Dungeon Lord after he saw the genocide of his race. Bob has no choice but to pass his status on to HP leaving only Yoda his Imp of knowledge as his legacy. Five years later Harry will hunt the one that killed his people: GEKRated: Fiction M - English - Humor/Adventure - Chapters: 2 - Words: 12,706 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 10 - Published: 03-24-12 - id: 7952931
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Title: Harry Potter and the legacy of the Dungeon Lord
Category: Books » Harry Potter
Rating: Rated: M
Genre: General, fantasy, sci-fi, adventure
Crossover: There are a few hints of a number of crossovers in this chapter. You get a cookie if you guess which one(s?)
Warning: Just like the previous chapter, this chapter has been heavily edited since I uploaded the whole thing by accident. Take that into account when you reread it. Parts will obviously be the same but many parts will be different as well.
Start chapter 2
Final proof check done on 24/03/2012 - Published on: 2x/03/2012
Ever since he discovered he liked to experiment with stuff he knew that would be what would keep him amused in the following winter. When he couldn't go outside he could make it a habit to fix broken tools for a low price. His studies were going well and if he could convince his uncle to explain a number of the more technical things to him. The man was after all very knowledgeable in drills and how they worked.
A recent conversation reminded him that his uncle could help him with other items as well. How to manage money for example. Such a thing was best learned early on he knew. One conversation later Harry was a bit smarter in how to manage money. His uncle agreed with Harry's theory that it was best to start as early as possible to learn how to manage your money. The man told him that if he had any technical questions Harry could ask him.
Vernon Dursley wasn't a stupid man. Prejudiced yes but not stupid. He felt that he had reasons that justified his prejudice because of a number of things in his youth. The only thing that Vernon knew for sure was that his memory wasn't as good as it had been. But that's a story for another time.
Vernon made sure to teach his nephew the essentials. Where Harry eagerly learned everything that Vernon could teach him, his own son could barely count to ten.
On the day where Harry receives his Hogwarts letter..
Harry had fetched the letters and other mail just like he always did. It was one of the chores he did whenever it was needed. He placed them in neat stacks only to discover that one letter was addressed to him. Harry rarely received any letters. The one time he had gotten one it had been a mistake. The letter was in a language he had never seen before and inquiring in the local post office hadn't helped much. The letter was thrown away in the end. Harry just shrugged at the memory. Maybe this letter was really addressed to him?
Deciding that he could read the mail later, Harry placed the letter on his desk and left. He never noticed the yellowish glow the letter gave off just as he left the room.
At the end of the day, Harry entered his room. The moment he entered he remembered the letter. Hoping that this letter wasn't in a language he had never seen before Harry sliced the envelope open and slid the letter out. The moment that he placed the letter on his desk, something exploded in the house. Harry would have turned around and ran to investigate the noise if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't in his room any more.
Five minutes later...
Five minutes passed and Harry reappeared in the room. But he was changed. A lot. Harry had filled out a lot and if any magical folk had been in the area they would have taken a step back in astonishment. Every wizard and witch had a signature. A power signal that any and every witch could sense. The older you got the stronger this sense became. It was a part why magical children went to big schools. It allowed them to get used to many power signals at the same time so they wouldn't be overwhelmed when they met a powerful witch or wizard.
Harry allowed himself a broad smile. He glanced at the clock and confirmed that only five minutes had passed even though it had been five years for him.
"You still didn't belief Bob when he told you that only five minutes would have passed here?" Yoda asked with an amused smile.
Harry shrugged and seemed to look at an invisible spot on his shoulder. "It isn't that simple and you know it." Harry replied easily. Harry considered the curse he had created in the free time during the last five years. Harry had realized that the way his relatives had treated him was unacceptable but now he seemed to lack motivation to cast it.
Harry decided to let it go for now. He closed his eyes to examine the protections outside his home. He had to admit that they were impressive. Not impenetrable but most impressive nevertheless. From what he could see they weren't even at their most powerful either. All of those wards were tied to his health and motivation. They would prevent any -permanent- harm done to him. It certainly hadn't prevented the verbal abuse though.
Harry's skill in the reading of wards wasn't perfect but from what he could tell the wards would crash down if he left with the intent to never return. It didn't matter if he did return in the future. Harry's gut feeling told him that once these came down they couldn't be created again.
But even if he left with the intent to return eventually, the wards would begin to weaken immediately. He would need to return for at least a month a year.
'No.' Harry decided. 'I won't be coming back any time soon. Not on my own power at least.'
The protection that it offered was a lot though. It would do nicely in a pinch. Besides, it would no doubt cause a lot of trouble if that much defensive magic collapsed on its own. The non magical's here had no protections against it.
Harry wondered absently if he could let the existence of magic slip into their community. Hundreds of worlds lived peacefully together. Magical and non magical. "That is not for me to decide." Harry decided.
"Since the wards are tied to me, I should be able to modify them to my needs." Harry reasoned out loud to Yoda. Hearing no protest Harry knew that Yoda agreed with him. Harry charged the wards with his magic until they were at their strongest. He told the wards to not allow any magical folk, items or magical animals near the house and certainly not in the house. Any magical items were to be isolated immediately.
Harry decided that this was the best he could do. The wards would last longer then a year now. He could simply charge the wards again when they needed to be recharged and that would be that.
Harry went downstairs when he remembered the loud bang that had occurred just before he had met Bob.
He found the three Dursley's unconscious with no hint they would be waking up any time soon.
Harry decided that he would do one more thing for them. He altered the Dursley's home as if a fight had happened and then alerted the police. Harry Potter would be 'kidnapped' by unknown people who left no evidence.
Harry allowed a brief snicker when he realized that the magical authorities might connect that to a magical culprit. No magical would be able to get near the home. The wards would make sure of that.
Having only one more thing to do, Harry exited the kitchen and went down to the cellar. He had seen a few items that had interested him. They were items from his mum when she was younger.
The last thing he did was taking eleven years of birthday presents from the house. Harry knew where his uncle's 'secret' stash was located and retrieved that from its hiding place after which he hid it again but very sloppily. Any competent police officers would find the box that had held something before it was emptied.
Now that all the important stuff was taken care off, Harry exited the home and walked until he was outside its wards. Harry walked through a dark shadow and never left it. If anyone had been watching they would have dismissed it. When the boy was announced missing it would be weeks before the watcher would remember what he had seen.
Harry had teleported to Diagon Alley to deposit some of the gold he had gathered during his very first dungeon raids. Since Harry was now a -rookie- Dungeon Lord with only his little imp of knowledge Yoda to accompany him he had gathered a lot of the stuff when he first created his very first dungeon.
He had nearly died then too. 'Good times.' Harry had only been taught a few essentials by Bob before the man had died and Harry had been dropped into a dungeon the man had created. It would adapt to his power level.
But that's a story for later.
The bottom line was that he had gathered a lot of gold in those two years. Even though the creatures in a dungeon weren't real, they still appeared to be very realistic. They bled, cried out in pain when they were injured and fought very hard when backed into a corner.
Harry had learned many things in those first two years and if it weren't for that experience he was sure the last three years would have been a lot worse. Even if he hadn't gotten anything of value out of that dungeon, the wealth Bob had available to him had been the combined wealth of all the dead dungeon monks combined on top of what the countless Dungeon Lords before him had gathered in their long lives.
Harry didn't want to touch that though. He would need those resources if he wanted to have a chance to get revenge on GEK. Harry absently window shopped while he remembered bits and pieces from first, second, third, fourth and fifth year.
What happened in those five years?
The moment his fingers touched the letter Harry felt like he was being pulled into one hell of a roller coaster. It wasn't a painful sensation but it wasn't pleasant either. Harry had closed his eyes on instinct and part of him was sure he had just avoided one hell of a headache.
When Harry felt fairly certain the roller coaster was done with him he cautiously opened his eyes. Harry looked around wildly to try and figure out where he was. The first thing that Harry noted was the fact that he was in a wasteland of some sort. The place looked like it had gone through a war. He could see buildings burning in the distance because of the black smoke. When Harry was done gawking he finally noted an old looking man on the ground.
Harry just stood there, staring at the man for several long moments until he realised that HE had to do something.
Harry approached the man he nicknamed Gandalf -just because- and tried to figure where the man was hurt and if there was anything he could do. Harry had no supplies, no way of contacting the hospital and no medical supplies whatsoever. He was dressed in the second hand clothes he had gotten because of his good grades.
Not knowing any better and hoping the man would wake up he poked him several times. The man's eyes shot open and for a moment it looked like he was about to go in a rage. But that was when he saw Harry and the rage he had felt was gone as quickly as it had come.
"You shouldn't poke a man when he's injured or lying on the ground. You never know where he might have been or what he might have touched." Gandalf advised wisely.
"Isn't that sort of advice reserved for animals and the sort?" Harry couldn't help asking.
The older man laughed but hen grimaced when waves of pain overwhelmed him.
Harry's smile vanished as well. "What happened to you mister?" He asked curiously. How he had gotten there could be solved later. Surely the man wouldn't go right?
"Can I phone the hospital for you?" Harry offered, not knowing what else to ask.
The man seemed to ignore him completely.
"The transfer took more out of me then it should have." Gandalf muttered. He coughed again and this time he coughed up blood.
"Transfer?" Harry repeated. A frown forming. "What do you mean by that? You aren't going to die on me are you mister?"
"No." The man wheezed. "There is still some life in this old body yet. I won't die until I am sure that you know and have mastered the basics of being a Dungeon Lord."
"This guy is nuts. He's spouting nothing but nonsense. Perhaps it's better that I take my chances and get out of here... But if this guy got me here how do I return?" Harry wondered.
The man seemed to brace himself and did... Something that repaired his clothes, removed the blood and healed the injuries enough that they wouldn't start bleeding again.
Gandalf grimaced. "I hate doing that." He complained with a huff.
The man's injuries seemed to have vanished completely. If Harry didn't know any better he would have thought the man had never been injured in the first place.
"Let me introduce myself." Gandalf said to Harry. "You shouldn't give people names unless you know them. It's not polite and I'm certainly not Gandalf."
Harry took a step back in surprise. "How the hell did you know I was calling you that? I never said your name out loud!" Harry demanded.
Gandalf just shrugged. "You'll understand when I'm done with the lesson. A lesson I'm sure you won't ever forget."
"As I was saying my name is Bob. I summoned you here so that I could transfer my rank as a Dungeon Lord to you. This means that I am now a Dungeon Monk and you are a Dungeon Lord. Now normally a Dungeon Lord could command a Dungeon Monk to obey his commands. I don't have much time left because despite appearances I'm dying. I intend to go out with a bang though." Bob shook his head and tried to refocus.
Bob told Harry a brief version of what happened since the war first began. After he had finished Harry didn't feel so well.
"A whole race was killed because this geck guy thinks himself a God?" Harry asked.
'GEK' Bob corrected absently. 'But essentially correct. You are hidden for now. It is very unlikely that GEK will find you. He won't be able to find you even when you begin exploring the multi verse.' Bob told him.
"I'm going to teach you the very essentials, give you a few essential items that will come in handy and then I'm going to drop you into a dungeon I created." Bob told Harry seriously.
"Your goal will be to reach the end. While the monsters won't kill you they will injure you when they get the chance." Bob lectured. Bob spent the next few hours teaching Harry the essentials.
By the end of the day, Bob had taught Harry everything he needed to know.
"I'm going to charge GEK head on. He will think that the Dungeon Lord died and a random person received my power. It should give you the time to get stronger. You will hold the last key to the sealed vault. You and your rival. I don't know who it is but it'll be a girl. Don't make this girl an enemy. You'll need every ally you can get. Yoda will be your best friend. He knows everything the dungeon monks and lords knew. He will be able to teach you whatever you wish as long you won't kill yourself doing so." Bob wheezed.
"You won't be seeing me again. Choose wisely when you share your spark. You should only choose people you know are loyal to you. Don't rely on the fact that dungeon monks have to obey your orders." Bob advised.
Before Harry could say anything he vanished from the wasteland and appeared in another.
He found himself in different clothes along with several weapons, scrolls and a few items he recognized as a cell phone and a compass among other items.
A ball of light appeared out of nowhere and slowly formed itself into the form of an Imp. "Greetings Master Harry. My name is Yoda. I will be able to help you with everything you need to know." The imp glanced in several directions. "Bob made sure to give you some time to prepare but we shouldn't assume we are safe. Let's find a place that's easy to defend shall we?" Yoda suggested.
Harry was too stunned to respond and allowed Yoda to take charge.
Harry allowed himself another smile. He had been confused and overwhelmed. It was thanks to Yoda that he learned that everything could have a rank of sort. He still remembered when he thought he was great at some things only to realize he was not even close to the lowest rank.
Yoda had recommended to clear the dungeon in two years time. Harry had thought it impossible at the time but he had actually managed to do it. Harry had began to kill monsters for their magical ingredients and for whatever loot they dropped. It had been a very difficult time for him in the beginning but he had adapted.
When he cleared the dungeon he had felt better he remembered feeling in a very long time. He was skilled in at least a few things and he had felt at the top of the world. That was when Bob ruined the image of himself when he showed him a few 'nicer' memories of the enemy he was up against.
Yoda had decided that Harry needed a way to defend himself that didn't rely on his magic. This meant martial arts for the first four months, followed by weapon training in the four months after that and an attempt to combine weapon and martial arts in the last four months of the third year. It would give Harry the tools to kick the ass of simple thugs. He wouldn't have a chance against an experienced martial artist.
Even though Harry worked really hard for the entire third year with only short breaks to let himself recover he didn't get to the level Yoda wanted him to be. Yoda wanted Harry to be competent in several weapons and Harry disagreed. So he focussed on a single weapon instead of several. A wooden staff was the weapon of his choice. It would allow him to knock his enemies out or at least give them some serious bruises. The good thing was that his better skills would hopefully give him the time to either flee or take advantage of the surprise to give himself a much needed edge.
Harry had made his decision on an incorrect assumption. He had assumed that once he knew the basics he could create another place like this where a minute equalled a year in 'real time.'
"Bob was over ten thousand years old and he could only manage five years. What makes you think you could last half a year let alone five?" Yoda had pointed out.
"If you are lucky you could probably last a month. And assuming that you can last a month, the transit takes a lot out of you. On top of that comes the difference between the time that passes here and the time that passes in the real world." Yoda continued.
"You made the decision to focus on a single weapon on a wrong assumption. I suppose I should allow you to make mistakes but remember that the next time you might make a mistake that costs you more then a potential advantage." Yoda lectured.
"It is very likely you won't be able to make a dungeon where a day is a minute let alone a month or even a year. I won't teach the theory until I am sure you have both the power and a sufficient mastery in magical theory."
The fourth year, Yoda taught Harry how to use the few items that Bob had gifted him. The cell phone allowed him to summon merchants that literally sold anything if you had the wealth for it. Anything from slaves, to items to information.
Harry used the last year to study. A mature Dungeon Lord would be able to transplant many abilities into himself but Harry was far from that point. At this moment he had only a single gift. He could change his appearance into whatever he wanted as long as it was alive. Fish, bird, insect or human. He could become it after seeing it or touching it. While the latter was preferred just seeing a picture was sufficient as well.
Seeing Diagon alley for real was as disappointed as reading about it. Harry had read what books he could get through Yoda's knowledge. Diagon alley was the capital of magical Britain. It had the biggest shops and the biggest population as well as the best reputation. Yoda was sitting on his shoulder, hiding as a small kitten. Since Yoda was a construct out of magic he had no trouble changing his form. He didn't want anyone to question Harry talked to him.
Harry and Yoda made their way into the bank to make a deposit. Harry had sold all the extra loot into gold. It would have to last him for as long as he remained in his birth world. Harry was unsure if his parents had left him something and preferred to use that wealth before using the wealth he had gathered in those first two years.
Harry entered the bank and picked a random booth. There was no sign or hint if there were different booth for different tasks. It wouldn't be HIS fault if he went to the wrong... Goblin.
Harry approached the booth. Harry frowned when he realized that he wasn't big enough yet. He did not want to attract unwanted attention just yet by casting spells left and right. The problem was solved when the booth adapted itself by raising the floor so he could look into the eye of the goblin behind the booth.
"Yes?" The goblin drawled lazily.
"I would like to know if my parents have left me anything and I wish to deposit some gold I have acquired."
The goblin frowned and looked over his working post to see the oddest human child he had ever seen. He looked like he was only eleven but his... Spirit was actually sixteen.
"And you are?" The goblin asked politely.
"Harry Potter. My name is Harry Potter sir." Harry introduced himself.
"Do you not have your key? It should have been given to you from the moment you could manage your money."
Harry shook his head. "No sir. I only received my Hogwarts letter today. My aunt dropped me off. She doesn't want anything to do with magic if she can help it." This was a lie of course. The only way he would back to that place was to charge the wards. But aside from that...
"Are you aware that it is a hundred galleons fine to recall your key?" The goblin asked Harry.
"Like I said." Harry repeated. "Before today I thought magic didn't exist. So it's pretty safe to assume I know nothing about the magical world at all." Harry repeated.
"If that is the case then you have several options. You could summon the key but it would cost you one hundred galleons. If the... Person that has the key has withdrawn or rather has tried to withdraw money out of your vault it will come out of the person's vault instead as a fine."
"If you don't wish to summon the key you can let the defences of the vault be replaced. This too is a hundred galleons. The vault itself is separated into two parts. One that is sealed until you become seventeen years and the other has enough gold in it to let you buy school supplies and something extra." The goblin explained.
"If that option isn't acceptable, you can hire a new vault and have everything transferred there. Though the same restrictions apply. This is very costly and will drain a third of the total amount of money you have available. If you have any doubts about privacy, don't be. The boots are enchanted to keep everything we talk about private. The air behind you is enchanted to form into a chair if you sit down." The goblin revealed when he noted Harry's hesitation and concluded why instantly.
"I have a... Request that might seem odd. Could you let me examine a single galleon for a moment?"
'Sure.' The goblin agreed. The coin could be taken from the vault if he didn't return it after all.
"This is not a pure golden coin now is it?" Harry asked after giving the coin back to the goblin.
"How did you know?" the goblin asked He saw no point in denying it.
"I have in my pocket a chest filled with golden coins. Pure golden coins. If I exchange them here would I get the equal value in galleons and could I exchange them back later if I wanted to should it come to that without losing too much of their value?"
"Should you exchange your golden coins with our bank you will get the equal amount of value in galleons. How many do you have?" The goblin questioned.
'Two million golden coins." Harry answered promptly.
If the goblin had been human he would have no doubt look obviously surprised. As it was Harry barely noticed the widening of the eyes and the twitching of the goblin's eyes that hinted at it.
The goblin couldn't decide whether or not to take this or not. Having two million pure golden coins would translate in a lot of galleons. The amount of galleons the boy would receive on top of the significant amount of gold he already had in his vaults would make him a very rich lad. So rich in fact he would be somewhere in the top hundred of the richest magical folk in the world.
There were many other witches and wizards that were richer then him. So much more richer that even all of Harry's money combined would make it look like pocket money.
The goblin shook his head to clear it. He changed the sign from open to closed and jumped from his seat to the other side of his work station. "Please follow me."
Harry shrugged and followed. He never noticed the stares of both goblins and magical folk alike. Who knew a goblin was so acrobatic?
The goblin led him to an empty office. The goblin said a few words in his own language and everything seemed to change before his very eyes.
"Before we talk about anything, I'm afraid I need proof. A single golden coin would be sufficient." The goblin told Harry.
"That's fine. It can't be easy taking an eleven year old seriously." The boy agreed.
He took the shrunken trunks from his pocket and put it on the ground. He muttered the activation code which caused it to return to normal. Harry then opened the trunk and grabbed a handful of coins then dropped them on the desk.
"That evidence enough for you?" Harry questioned.
"Yes it is." The goblin agreed. "You must be curious why I haven't introduced myself right?"
"Not really." Harry admitted. "I just thought you were ru-" The boy cut himself off and ended his last word in a cough.
"Excuse me, my tongue tends to act before my brain kicks in." Harry apologized quickly. Inwardly he smirked. His apparent age would make people underestimate him. Not only that but it would allow him to make blunders an older teenage wasn't allowed to have.
The goblin appeared to ignore his mix up in favour of giving a short lecture.
"Sharing a name with another goblin hints at wanting a business relationship. A business relationship is equal to that of an alliance at least in our culture." The goblin lectured. "Sharing my name with a you would cause a lot of trouble for myself and you as well." The goblin continued.
"However, I did not get the rank where I am today because I'm an idiot." The goblin told Harry bluntly.
"Each goblin has a private and a public name. Even the public name is rarely shared unless the potential for a business contract is there. You don't know me and I don't know you. Even if we did know each other a little better from regular visits you are still a boy of eleven year old. However... I have something of an instinct when it comes to making good business partners and I have a feeling you and I can have a very good relationship. I shall share my public name if you agree to sign a very basic chapter that you will not mention my public name in public if you can help it. The penalty would be a fifty galleon fine."
Ten minutes later and the contract was signed.
"My name is Killua. Killua Zoldyck. Nice to meet you." The goblin introduced himself.
"I'm sure you already know this but I'm Harry Potter." Harry introduced himself formally.
"Now that we have this out of the way, let us get down to business. Two million golden coins will translate in a LOT of galleons for you. It won't make you the richest wizard in the world but it will place you somewhere in the top hundred world wide. I cannot say where because I don't know. I just know the numbers of first and last place.
"How many do I have already?" Harry wanted to know.
"Three. You have your personal vault which was meant to last you from the moment you were old enough to talk and walk until your seventeenth birthday. The gold within this vault was meant to practice investing. Since there has been no activity it only received interest so it's monetary value has only increased. The second vault you own was meant to pay for your schooling, school items and a few items on the side.
The third vault is the combined vault of your parents. It holds the majority of their possessions that we were hired to retrieve and deposit into their vault by a family friend. Unfortunately many items had already been looted by scum" Killua explained.
"Can you retrieve those items that were... Taken from my old home?" Harry asked calmly.
"I suppose so." The goblin agreed. Harry just smirked.
"Do what is needed to find out as many owners as you can manage. Then give them subtle hints that someone is looking to purchase their items without a concern for price. Finally, warn the potential sellers that there will be others to sell to me besides themselves... Once they are in one location I want to do whatever is required to sue them. They have taken items from my old home." Harry said harshly.
"I want to sue them out of a home, job to the point they don't have anything left." Harry growled. Then his mood did a complete turn around.
"You can do that can't you?" Harry asked with a bright smile.
Killua was obviously freaked out about the turn of mood. "You do realize that doing that will be very expensive not to mention that the chance of success is very low considering current ministry policies concerning the old families.
"I'll be blunt then. Since we are in a business relationship, does that mean that you can't reveal my secrets should I tell you any?"
"Unless they threaten our bank or our race then no." Killua admitted.
"Alright." Harry nodded. "Those two million golden coins I have here? That's small change to what I could give you." Harry informed the goblin coldly.
"I don't care what it costs. I don't care what will have to happen. They stole from my family and unless they have one HELL of a reason to loot the home of the one they proclaim as their saviour then I want them to PAY for stealing from my home." Harry finished viscously."
"Then this would be a bad time to inform you that your former home has been declared a national monument?"
Harry blinked several times, he had not expected that.
"What about my parent's graves?"
"Their location has been warded. We do not know where they were buried." Killua admitted.
"Find out." Harry ordered. "I am the last of my family, I have the RIGHT to visit my parents and give them my respect. I have the RIGHT to sue those bastards that stole from my family. More importantly: I have the right to hire a team of experts to break whatever wards they put up at my old home and put new ones in their place."
Killua had thought that his age made it unlikely for him to become surprised, shock or shocked into speechlessness. He should have known better. This child was more different then anyone could have imagined.
"Very well. I shall do as you ask." The goblin agreed formally.
"Which takes me to one other item we need to discuss. There is another -fourth- vault that you might get access too. The owner is currently in prison and hasn't been given a trial. This is very odd because that is a requirement by law. This hints at a cover up. The owner has said that you are to inherit everything he owns should he die... Obviously he hasn't died just yet so for now you can't access the vault unless the owner dies."
The only thing that Mr Black did was disinheriting a number of old family members. Since they are in prison now for committing horrible crimes it means their gold was considered forfeit since they were given a trial.
"Alright then." Harry decided.
"This is what I want you to do: I want to hire a new vault. All the gold that I currently touch will be transferred in that vault. The vault that I have and don't own the key... Just let it be and let the current illegal owner of the key come here. Tell me who it is and tell them that I will sue them as well if I am not given a good reason as to why they had it in the first place."
Killua was nodding when it occurred to him that he had sort of forgotten his client's age.
"There is one issue that I sort off forgot about... You are only eleven. Few people are going to take an eleven year old seriously."
"Don't worry about that." Harry assured. "I have a very reliable person that I trust with my life to do it for me. And since I am the last of the Potters, I am an anticipated minor."
That concluded their business and Harry left the office of Killua to re-enter the alley. He had still some shopping to do. Killua had given him a check book that would allow any store keeper to cash it in at the bank.
Next time we'll see Harry arrive in Hogwarts. I have one chapter finished after this one. But before I publish that (chapter three) I will first write chapter four.