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Angela Webber was many things; she was in junior year at Forks high school, a very smart student and never failed a class or test. However she was also a witch when Angela was younger she had went missing from her original birth parents Lilly and James Potter, the two had searched as hard as they could but too no avail she was gone. Eventually they had lost all hope of finding her and tightened the wards around their house but even then they lost another child Sarah Potter had also gone missing, to say that they were devastated was an understatement they had lost two out of three triplets the only one left was Harrison.
They had been in hiding for a year when the attack came, the attack that they knew was coming. They had made plans and prepared for the day that this would happen, but they never knew the trouble, pain and emptiness that each one of their babies would feel.
~~~~~~~14 years later~~~~~~
15 year old Harry Potter was sat in the office at Gringotts looking at a piece of parchment in his hands in stunned disbelief
“I have siblings?”
Griphook could on watch as the only watch as the young wizard tried and failed not to fall apart
“It would seem so Lord Potter, we also have the Potters last will.”
Harry blinked
“I didn’t even know they had a will.”
Griphook frowned
“You were supposed to be informed on your 11th birthday of the will so that it could be read.”
Harry stood up and started pacing in anger
“I have received no letters from you or from anyone in Gringotts! As I said I didn’t even know that they had a will!”
Watching as the young man paced backwards and forwards on the floor Griphook took in the information and clicked his fingers soon several documents appeared
“Were you aware that your ‘guardian’ has been making withdrawals every month?”
Harry stopped pacing and looked at Griphook with a indescribable look upon his face
“And pray tell me who is my so call ’Guardian’?”
“Albus Dumbledore.”
What ever he expected was not the teen to explode in anger
“That son of a bitch! How big are the withdrawals?”
Flipping the documents Griphook looked down at them and clicked his fingers again, more documents came flying in
“He has been making monthly withdrawals of 80,000 a month and put in to different vaults; one belongs to Ronald Weasely, Hermione Granger and one to a Molly Weasely.”
Harry sat down in the chair and blinked ahead as he croaked out
“Are you telling me that he paid my friends to befriend me?”
Harry knew that the meeting wouldn’t go well but to go this badly was a sign that lady luck hated him; looking at Griphook he noticed the anger on the goblins face as he spoke
“One moment Lord Potter I will have to get the head of Gringotts.”
As Griphook left the room Harry ran a hand down his face and began to pull at his hair, as a sign that he was distressed and angry. Harry was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the door opening again
