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"Please continue." Lily stated, her own green eyes turned at the carpet. Harry on his side, mentally made arrangements for an extra bonus for his financial advisor later on; the goblin had earned every galleon he had ever paid him in his book.
"As I was saying, there's more to this problem than you understand; your son has a contact with Nimbus Co. There are people in that company that would not hesitate to sunk their teeth into your son's account. And, as long as his fortune remains tied to yours the fact remains that it is left vulnerable against any middle man that wishes to take a good chunk out of it."
"What Nagnok is saying," Harry continued, "is that, though this is my fortune, money that I've worked hard for, I have no control over it. I can invest as long as you allow me to. I can withdraw the minimum amount possible. And every contract I sign has terms damaging to me as, no matter how hard I work, every contract is still one signed between a company and a minor; did you know that my original contract with Nimbus had a specific clause that said I would have no say where the broomsticks I designed were distributed seeing as that would be considered as an indirect investment? Without this clause, should you decide to disallow me from investing my money, you would have a say over where the Firebolts are sold. The company didn't want that and, as such, I have no say over where a product I designed is being sold. As it is, I can't even check to see their logs; they might be cheating me out of my earnings as far as I know. I lose money even as I earn them, if you understand what I mean." That part was actually true, Harry realized as he looked at his parents. He had just never cared that much, seeing how his vault was overflowing with gold. Plus, it was highly unlikely Nagnok would let something major happen; his parents though didn't need to know that. The goblin's smirk clearly stated that he agreed with Harry's reasoning.
"We had no idea. Harry." James stated, sharing a look with Lily.
"Is there something we can do?" Lily asked, looking at Nagnok in earnest. "We could waiver our claim over Harry's fortune, should that help." She offered. Here we go, Harry thought, mentally preparing himself for the blast.
"Relinquishing your claim over your son's fortune will not help." Nagnok explained. "If anything, it will leave his fortune completely bereft of any adult supervision." The goblin stated, bringing the conversation where he needed it to go.
"Then what can we do?" James asked confused.
"There is a way to resolve this once and for all." Nagnok offered. "Any problems young Mr. Potter is facing right now will be resolved the very moment he turns seventeen, meaning upon his entrance into adulthood."
"So you're saying we can help keep Harry's fortune safe until he turns seventeen?" Lily asked. "We'll help any way we can!" Even though Harry appreciated the sentiment, he well knew that his mother would probably change her mind the moment Nagnok made his proposal.
"Not exactly." The teen intervened. "The only way to keep my fortune safe from any malevolent interference would be freezing my account till I turned seventeen; all and any earnings I would have from now on would go to the family account while I would be unable to touch them or anything I have already earned and saved in my personal vault. I would rather avoid such an outcome."
"Then what can we do?" James wondered. "If the law forbids a minor from taking control of his fortune, what could you have to propose?" He asked, looking at Nagnok. "Change the law?"
"No." The goblin said. "The law is written with and bound by magic. Wards would have to be taken down, the Ministry would have to get involved in the inner workings of Gringgots -something we have avoided for the past few centuries- and the whole process would still take years. Thus, no, the law can not be changed."
"Then?" James urged him on.
"We can not change the law that demands young Mr. Potter to be an adult to have complete control over his account. So, we will change Mr. Potter so that he will meet the law's requirements."
"What are you suggesting, goblin?" James asked, his eyes narrowing, his tone menacing. Nagnok seemed unfazed.
"An Emancipation Ritual, I believe, is in order." The stunned silence that followed his statement didn't last for more than two seconds.
"A what?" James seethed, jumping up from his seat, glaring at the still calm goblin. "Say that again!"
"My son is fourteen!" Lily exclaimed, her voice angry. "You can't ask that of him! Just because you want to keep handling his account!" That got Harry's attention; the teen had imagined his parents would be unwilling to let him go through with the ritual -which parent willingly allows their fourteen year old son to become an adult, especially while they're trying to reconnect with him- but having them suggest that his actions were dictated by someone else? That his thoughts weren't his own? That he wouldn't stand for!
"This is preposterous!" James added, gesticulating wildly, his eyes focused on the goblin in front of him. "Who put you up to this?"
"I did!" Harry stated. He didn't yell but his voice was strong and decisive; it wasn't something his parents had expected of him and was definitely enough to give them pause.
"What?" Lily asked bewildered, her eyes now focused on her younger son. James turned to face Harry two, his hazel eyes wide with shock.
"Harry!" He exclaimed, approaching his son with uncertainty. "Have you lost your mind? You're only fourteen! If someone is forcing you to do this…"
"No, Prongs." Harry stated simply, standing up and looking at James unwaveringly. "I know you haven't been around me much during the past few years, so I won't expect you to understand just what this means to me. This account isn't just money. It's what I have spent the last three years of my life working for." And it was more, so much more; it was his chance to never feel afraid that he would be forced away from his true family. It was his one chance to fully dictate his own actions during the coming war. It was freedom, as much as he could grasp at the time being. And he wouldn't give up on that.
"Harry…" Lily began, her voice wavering at her son's statements.
"Please, listen to me." Harry interrupted her, breathing deeply, trying his hardest not to start yelling; anger wouldn't get him anywhere, no matter how righteous. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is to design a racing broom? What, you think you carve a broom, cast a few spells and presto, you're done? It took me a whole year to get the design to work; twelve failed attempts. Countless hours of research to get every spell right! I had to redesign the whole braking system; I created a whole new variation of a spell for it! I worked so hard on the arithmological aspect of the whole design, I'm eligible for an early OWL on the subject. It might not mean much to you, but I have worked hard for this."
"Harry, we didn't say that…" James started speaking but Harry wouldn't stand to be interrupted.
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