The Potter Chronicles

Chapter 7: The Gringotts Heist (part 1)

A day ago, when Harry was still alive and sitting in his Ministry of Magic's office, about to go and pick up Ginny at the Floo Network Junction, a pair of steely eyes watched each of his movements on a mobile screen from a rooftop, not far from the Ministry. Little did Harry know that there was a hidden camera in his office, and each of his movements was being tracked by a sinister figure.

The figure sat perched on the nearby rooftop, his eyes glued to the mobile screen. The figure's face was covered with a scarf, save his eyes. His complete focus was on that one person sitting in his office. A few moments later an owl swooped inside Harry's office and dropped a parcel. The hooded man zoomed his phone. He could clearly see the contents of the parcel, thanks to the high-definition camera. The parcel contained a code-red letter. A few moments later, the owl flew out of the office.

Mal'akh put down the phone for a moment. It was time to contact his mistress. He took a deep breath and called the revered. It was too risky to communicate through telepathy or the Faraway Talker machine so he had to resort to muggle means of communication. His mistress' face appeared. He felt a slight flush which he knew he shouldn't feel.

"The subject has fallen for the enemy's bait" he said, his voice, a hoarse whisper.

"Alright. You know what to do" his mistress said.

Her voice sounded sweet and ringing even through the phone. Mal'akh nodded.

"Tell Dastan to fetch the elixir if you are through with your job" she said. Mal'akh nodded again.

"May the almighty Horus always be with you" she said and the call ended.

Mal'akh touched the phone to his eyes in respect. He looked at the bag on the ground and opened it. Inside were some clothes suited for a rich business tycoon. Beneath them were a couple of wigs and wax masks. Mal'akh took out a wax mask and felt it with his fingers. He smiled at the perfection of its making. It was complete in every detail. It was time to take back something that was rightfully theirs...

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Ronald and George Weasley walked in through the front door of the Gringotts Investment and Stock Exchange Bank. Ron was 38 now, with flecks of white inside his red hair. After a failed career as an Auror, he had joined his brother George's company and had taken it to new heights. The "Weasley Wizard Wheezes" soon transformed to "The Weasley Magical Products", a multinational conglomerate specializing in magical products ranging from "Quickly Bunk your class" pills to "Seduction potions".

Ron's still-juvenile-behaviour sometimes annoyed Hermione and she believed he had a major role in spoiling their kids, Hugo and Rose.

George on the other hand was 40, his long red hair still intact. He had felt devastated when he lost his brother Fred twenty years ago. He had spent weeks locked up in his room. But time had gradually healed him (and his ear too) and he had married Angelina Johnson with whom he had two kids, Fred and Roxanne, and he was almost back to his radiant self. Almost.

Managing the accounts of such a huge company proved to be tedious sometimes, their visits to Gringotts were quite frequent. The duo walked in through the exquisite entrance of the bank.

The front door of Gringotts bank was entirely made up of bronze. The bank had transformed quite a lot lately. The huge dome was fully made up of pearly-white glass, casting a bright light on the inside. A screen on the far end of the hall said "WELCOME TO GRINGOTTS" and displayed its motto below "Fortius Quo Fidelius" (strength through loyalty). On the other side of the hall was a screen displaying the current rates of all magical stocks and shares.