No One Messes with the Master of Death

Chapter 3

Harry's POV
"I am sorry." He said.

I hugged him back and said, "It was not your fault. You were not the one who left me with them."

Snape let go of me and stepped back. His face was back to being emotionless, but his eyes were warm towards me.

"Dumbledore took 10000 galleons every month for himself and 5000 galleons for the Order of the Phoenix.
Ronald Weasley took 5000 galleons every month.
Ginevra Weasley took 5000 galleons every month and a few jewelry that belonged to the Potters.
Hermione Granger took 5000 galleons every month and a lot of books from the Potter vaults. The only ones she didn't touch were the grimoires.
Molly Weasley took 10000 galleons every month.
You took 2000 galleons every month." Snape said.

I was pissed. This was way over the top. I grabbed the accounts book and looked at Rantoul and asked, "Can I have the accounts book?"

Rantoul nodded. "You can take the accounts book. It is self updating, and you have to pay  25 galleons each month to keep it updated."

"The money can be taken from the Potter vault for both the account book and my purge." I said.

Rantoul nodded.

"I would like all the money they have taken from me, back with interest. You can charge the highest interest you can charge, and that money can be taken by the bank. I want all my money by the end of the hour. I would also like to terminate their access to my vaults. Only I can take money from my vault, or if I am present, can my account be touched for anyone else." I growled.

Rantoul smirked. "It shall be done, Lord Potter-Black."

"I would also like an inheritence test. The fees can be taken from the Potter vault as well." I said.

Rantoul asked us to follow him.

He led us to his room and asked us to sit as he sat. After we sat down, he put a parchment and a dagger in front of me and said, "Please put 7 drops of blood by cutting your palm."

I took the dagger, cut my palm, poured seven drops of blood, and healed my palm. The blood turned black and started to form words.

I picked it up to read, and Snape didn't look at it to give me privacy.

The more I read, the more sick I felt. "Is.. is there a chance that it could go wrong, Rantoul?" I stuttered. It was as bad as Quirinus Quirrell's stutter, and I felt ashamed for it.

"The test is conducted based on the blood and magic of the person. It could never go wrong, Lord Potter-Black." Rantoul explained.

I looked at Snape. He was looking at me with concern. I might be looking pale right now.

"Potter, are you alright?" He asked.

I shook my head.

I handed over my test to him. He paled drastically as he read. He looked at me and pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back as tears flowed from my eyes. What have I done?!

He then looked at Rantoul and asked, "Why do I not have any memory of my son?" He was almost growling as he rubbed my back so that I could calm down.

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