Not seeing a goblin he recognized on the main floor, Harry walked up the nearest free goblin, handed over a note and quietly asked, "Would you please give that note to Branch Manager Greeva and tell him that I am here for our eleven o'clock appointment?"
The goblin stunned by the polite tone of the wizard, since most of them usually just snapped out orders to the goblins when they wanted something, nodded and said, "Please wait here while I see if he is available."
He returned a few minutes later and said, "Please follow me, sir."
Harry followed the goblin back to the same office he'd been led to before. The goblin knocked then opened the door, and gestured for him to step inside.
Harry dropped the glamour once he heard the door close behind him.
"Good morning, Mr. Potter." Greeva got to his feet to greet him but he wasn't alone in the room. There was another wizard with him.
"Manager Greeva, it is a pleasure to see you again." Harry nodded toward the goblin, but most of his attention was fixed on the other wizard in the room. "Did I interrupt another meeting? If so, my business can wait a little while."
Seeing the young wizard's attention was on him, the other wizard introduced himself. "I am Alexander Boet. Master Greeva contacted me saying that one of his clients needed the help of a discreet solicitor, who wasn't afraid to go against those in powerful positions. He however didn't tell me it would be you, Mr. Potter. I am pleased to meet you at last and thank you for dealing with Voldemort."
"You know you are the first wizard, I've ever met besides Dumbledore, who didn't cringe at the mention of the Voldemort's name?" Harry was pleased by how the man was reacting to his identity. He was calm and wasn't reacting the way most witches and wizards did, glancing at the scar on his forehead, before staring at him awe and allowing their brains to dribble out their ears as they said stupid and inane things.
The older wizard shrugged. "In that one matter and that one matter only, Albus Dumbledore and I are in agreement. Fear of the name, increases fear of the thing or person."
"I take it you are not a big fan of Dumbledore's then?" Harry asked.
"Not really," Mr. Boet resumed his seat. "He is a powerful wizard and his actions during the war with Grindelwald have earned him my respect. I was still in school at the time. I however do not believe he deserves the aura of infallibility that other wizards since then have given him. Not even Merlin was infallible. Though there are those who would prefer to have it thought he was."
"I asked Mr. Boet to join us for this meeting, so that you could meet him and see if he was the one you wanted to have handle your legal matters." Greeva told the younger wizard. "If you choose to have him handle your legal affairs then he will be able to advise you, if necessary on those aspects of wizarding inheritance law that fall outside of Gringotts' authority."
"And before we get started, may I compliment you as well, Mr. Potter, on the rather pithy and well chosen comments you made in the letter that the Daily Prophet published on Sunday." Mr. Boet said with a smile. "My sister-in-law was rendered quite speechless for several hours because of them, for which I thank you."
Harry liked the matter-of-fact way Mr. Boet was handling things so far. He was curious to see if he would continue to be so calm and unflappable once he heard what Harry wanted him to do. "Are you also familiar with and able to represent me in matters of muggle law as well, Mr. Boet?"
"Not personally," the other wizard told him, "but I can recommend a good muggle solicitor if you wish. The lady I am thinking of is a squib so she is familiar with the wizarding world. She just prefers to live in the muggle world and have as little contact with the wizarding one as possible."
"We'll get to that later." Harry told him as he also took a seat in front of Greeva's desk. "You're being here now, Mr. Boet saves me a little time, because I have one matter I want to take care of before I open this box and it involves wizarding law and Gringotts."
"What matter is this, Mr. Potter?" Greeva asked curious.
"I would like to open a separate vault to be set up as a trust." Harry began. "I want half the monies that were left to me from the Black estate to be placed in that vault along with the compensation paid to Sirius and I by the Ministry. I don't want to touch one single knut of their guilt money."
"And what is the purpose of the trust?" Mr. Boet asked, making a note.
"It is to fund the Remus J. Lupin Foundation for Werewolves." Harry told them, the expression on his face serious. "He was the only wizard out of all those who personally knew me who didn't believe that I was guilty. Since he is no longer alive, I want to do something in his memory to help others like him, who the wizarding world looks down on. I also want to get a will written so that if something does happen to me, my entire estate will then be used to fund the trust, at least for right now. If I ever have a family, I will probably change at least part of that." He looked at both goblin and wizard. "Can that be done?"
"We should be able to set up the trust vault, but fine details of how the trust is to be handled will need to be worked out." Greeva told him, making a note on a pad in front of him. "Including who will oversee it."
"I will want the goblins to oversee the financial end of things and possibly the day to day aspects, since I know I can trust you to adhere firmly to any contracts you may have." The gaping shark's mouth told Harry he had surprised the goblin.
"I thank you for the honour and trust you have placed in us, Mr. Potter." Greeva finally spoke up a few minutes later. "I promise we will handle the trust you set up, exactly the way you would wish it to be handled."
"I know you will. At least with goblins running it, I know it will not get too corrupt and it will help the people it is meant to help long after I am gone." Harry turned his attention to the slender, black box sitting on the desk. "Now let's see what we have in here."
He picked up the box and tried to figure out how to open it.
"Place the box on the desk," Greeva instructed and once Harry had done so he told him, "Place you thumb in the slight depression at the bottom as if you were lifting a lid."
Harry did so and was rewarded with a slight click and the box popped open. Raising the lid, Harry saw there were several pieces of parchment contained within. Removing them, he commented, "I can't possibly be heir to all of this."
"Actually it is entirely possible that you can be." Mr. Boet spoke up before Greeva could. "Between Grindelwald and Voldemort a great many wizarding families have been completely wiped out and not just in England, leaving those with only the most tenuous of blood ties in a position to possibly inherit great wealth. All they would have to do is come forward and attempt to claim it."
Harry quickly skimmed the list of properties, businesses, and vaults, growing more and more stunned by the moment. It was the one at the bottom of the list that surprised him the most. Staring at it, he exclaimed, "How can I possibly be the heir to that?!"
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