Antithesis

Chapter 63: Withdraw

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It was a beautiful sunny day when the Magical world panicked, and the economy collapsed.

It was unexplained, brief and simple. No foul play- the ancient Pureblood houses simply...withdrew their vaults.

This alone wouldn't be a problem; the finances of Purebloods were of no concern to others. What was a concern, was the legislation set in place to deter Goblin galleon fraud, stating that if at any point 'A Goblin operated institution experiences a dip in financial inventory by greater than 40% the closing of such institution is imminent and final until such store may be rectified.'

Purebloods withdrew and canceled vaults, which together compiled 49% of all individual vaults within the depths of Gringotts. Due to the legal ramifications, panic hit, interest rates froze, the entire market crashed.

Similarly, the world drew attention to the previously unknown shortage in global imports, and the failure to sell general exports. A surplus of useless distilled potion ingredients, a shortage of food. Chaos unfolded, people panicked, a store near Cardiff was robbed and set on fire.

The Minister fumbled, scrambling in the spotlight as he struggled to explain things he knew nothing about. Fudge, the idiot, graciously leapt at the single opportunity a planted reporter threw at him.

"Yes yes- I, I will certainly be meeting with our saviors!" Fudge laughed uncomfortable, looking close to running out. "I- an exclusive meeting! Yes yes, Albus Dumbledore and Skylar Potter here! Tonight!"

Adrian flinched away after seeing the paper, slowly lifting his head to look at his father who in his normal skin, looked very close to gloating.

"The man is so lost," Voldemort sighed, tracing one human finger across Fudge's printed face. "It would be a mercy to kill him. I am curious to see how he spins this, especially with the murder of the late Undersecretary."

A pause, a single red eye looking at him from across the table. "You impressed me with that one."

Adrian didn't speak.

Voldemort sighed, a large sound as he took a seat. Tilting his face with narrowed eyes. He was a handsome man. Adrian would have been also.

"I don't have much to say anymore." Adrian said back, calmly and flat.

Voldemort smiled, a sharp lipped movement which set his teeth gleaming. "Ah, I see the world has finally ruined that...youthful innocence of yours."

Adrian's hand twitched, flexing harshly and causing his father to laugh sharply. Amused by Adrian's aggressiveness.

"I have questions, father."

Voldemort tilted his head, dark hair perfectly groomed. A pause, then a furrow between Voldemort's brows as he leant forward partially. "Your eyes have changed."

Adrian didn't break eye contact, but he didn't feel the pressure of legilimency in his mind. "It happened a while ago."

Voldemort looked interested, a spark in his eyes. Fascination over something he didn't know. "How...interesting. Of all traits to carry from your animagus form."