Chapter 3

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Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., … … Hey? I am out of semi-funny comments? Meh, let's keep it: I am doing this for free.

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Harry gathered his thoughts and started his orders: "Kreacher, meet Dobby and Winky. Take my luggage along with Winky to Grimmauld place, and close all access to the house except for yourself, me, Dobby, and Winky. You are forbidden to speak, contact, or in any way communicate with others than me and my other elves. Is that understood?"

Kreacher fought my order for seconds before he caved in: "Kreacher must obey filthy half-blood traitor… for now."

"Winky? Keep an eye on Kreacher, can you give me the key to my vault please? Dobby, take me to Gringotts."

2. The first steps to freedom.

Dobby took Harry's hand and popped him at Gringotts doorstep. Harry looked at the front of the building, he even took the time to read the bloody limerick on the wall and went inside with an invisible Dobby at his side.

Harry spotted a teller with no customers and asked the teller: "Excuse me sir, can I speak with someone about my vault and some other things?"

Well, I forgot to mention a book about Goblin customs in my letter, but his question will do nicely for now.

The teller frowned: "Name?"

"Harry Potter sir."

"First of all Wizard Potter, you address us as Teller, or if you want to be polite as Warrior. Sit aside, a Runner will come for you in a few minutes."

"Thank you Warrior."

Nice save Harry. A few minutes later a runner took him into the bowels of Gringotts, after a walk of ten minutes, they reached a door with House Potter labeled on it. From Voldemort's memories, I knew they walked in circles for at least eight minutes. It is what cab drivers do with tourists.

The runner opened the door and announced: "The Potter Heir, Master Accountant."

Harry swallowed, gathered his courage and walked inside. Behind a desk sat an old withered goblin. The goblin pointed a chair in front of the desk: "Be seated Heir Potter, state your business."

Harry noticed the minimum service I mentioned and started with it: "First point of business Master Accountant is to inform you I have a mail block spelled on me and never received a single letter from Gringotts. A friend taught me the spells to recognize them and how to dispel them. He told me also to show the block to you to prove it."

The Master Accountant stood up and glared at Harry: "These are serious statements Heir Potter, blocking our Mail is not easily done. Cast your spell after you tell me who wrote the book you learned the spell from and the title."

Intimidated Harry whispered: "Magical Binds, Bonds, and Blocks, by Virgo Black Master Accountant."

Harry cast the Spell, showing the Mail block. The Master Accountant swore something foul in Gobellydobbelygook and slapped a button on his desk, when a runner opened the door, he shouted some commands to the runner who took off as if his pants were on fire.

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