Godfather and Godson

Chapter 13: Lunch

"Okay, okay," Sirius said stopping the goblin in his tracks. Harry didn't know at that moment if he wanted to kiss the man or shout his name in admiration. "We will get back to this on a whole 'other date. Right now we have appointments to keep and numerous things to do. So how does that sound?"

"Ah, ah," the goblin said as he was left speechless.

However, he was quickly saved as Gorkit spoke up, "What about your accounts? Are you just going to leave without checking them or even claiming Lordship for the Black Family?"

"What? I thought I was kicked out of the family, and couldn't claim Lordship."

"No, your mother might have removed you from her tapestry but your grandfather never rescinded your future Lordship and made it impossible for your mother to do so."

Laughing at loud as Sirius got up from his chair to which Harry quickly following in step, "HA! What would she think if ever found out I am to be the next Lord Black. Well for now as long as you haven't been giving away my money to people like Narcissa or Bellatrix, then we can pick this up another time."

"Do you not want to raise up an Heir Apparent?" the goblin asked, "if you die with no descendants then the Black family fortune will go to your closest kin, Narcissa's son-- Draco Malfoy."

Pausing as he was putting on his leather jacket, the older wizard's eyes narrowed when he heard what the goblin said. "That is never going to happen, make my Godson Heir Apparent!"

"What?!" Harry shouted, as he heard what the older wizard said. He did not want to take on the task of another family at all, five were plenty enough, thank you, sir.

Both of them ignoring him and his outburst, the goblin continued, "Well then we will need to Bloodline Embrace if that is the case."

Waving it away, the older wizard stated, "Like I said before, another time. Right now we have places to be."

"Fine," the goblin grouched out.

"Master Potter," Barnott exclaimed, seeing his chance to cut in."There is much that can not wait until another day."

"Like what?" Harry inquired.

"We can leave the matters that concern the other accounts to another day, and make the visits to the vaults when you get back, but there is one thing I will need to bring to your attention."

"Spit it out," Sirius urged as he stood at the precipice of the door.

"Yes, I have no other way to say this Master Potter but people are using your good name for profit."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he already had a clue where the goblin was talking this.

"Well, Master Potter there are numerous books being sold that feature you without your explicit permission, one series by a witch named J.K Rowling is so successful that it made millions in Galleon. There are also ads running that have your face, toys that in the likeness of you, your name being thrown around in countless products, numerous people impersonating, a whole chain that is about you, and that is only scratching the surface."

"Wow, I had no idea I was that famous," Harry voiced, he did see a few books about him, but wow, everyone seemed to be slapping his face unto each and every product.

"Of course you are," Sirius scowled, "You are the one who defeated a Dark Lord that has been terrorizing Magical Great Britain for countless years on end and has killed too many wizards and witches to even count."

Turning away from his godson, the animagus wizard demanded, "So what do you recommend we do then?"

"Of course you will need to collect all the Royalty payment that has built up, for that you will need a Solicitor."