As he stood there, having just started brushing his teeth, Luna walked by, starkers, and hopped into the shower.
Surprised, he watched her in the mirror for a moment before returning to brush his teeth.
Finished with that, he used his wand and applied his 'Harry special' shaving charm he'd perfected over the years and magicked himself smooth shaven. It might be 'cheating', but razor blades were non-existent on Hadrian. He also had a charm to clean his teeth, but much preferred the taste and feel of teeth and tongue cleaned by mint flavoured toothpaste. He'd just rinsed out his mouth and was rinsing his brush under the tap when Luna called, "Join me, love."
Harry was happy to oblige.
His early night didn't turn out to be an early one, after all.
Before going to sleep, he looked to his naked bed partner and said, "I'm sorry and I should have said something, but shouldn't we have been using some form of protection?"
"I won't get pregnant yet, Love," she said, rolling to her side to look at him. "I take a potion that blocks that sort of thing from happening."
He nodded in the low light and said, "You'll warn me before we reach that point, right?"
She smiled and said, "Of course." The next morning Luna and Harry were up early as he still had a lot to do he wanted to get done as soon as possible.
They were in the kitchen eating breakfast when the Daily Prophet owl flew in and 'delivered'. As Sirius still wasn't down yet, Harry didn't have to fight for it with his godfather.
"While in the Alley I want to subscribe to my own copy," he said.
"I'll have to do it, Harry," she returned. "It won't deliver to you if you use Hardwin Peverell as the subscriber. And the Prophetwill know Harry Potter has returned if you use your real name."
He nodded and said, "We'll do that, then."
As he read he saw that Sirius's letter made the front page, but towards the bottom. However, it was included as if he was interviewed for the information, rather than the information being sent to them by letter. It covered all the main points and was accurate to what Sirius had told him was included in the letter. Lord Hardwin Peverell was the rightful owner of the Potter fortune through primogenitor; Sirius had, though a little reluctantly, handed it over; it had a 'statement' from Sirius stating he would try to monitor 'the Peverell Lord's' handling of the fortune to ensure there was no shenanigans going on; that sort of thing.
By then, Sirius was down and starting on his breakfast. Harry slid the paper down the length of the table to him.
"Front page," he simply said as he returned to his tea.
Sirius read through it and said, "Quite accurate in the details but, as you know, not in that it was an interview."
Harry nodded back and said, "Luna and I are heading straight to Diagon, once we've finished breaking our fasts. I need to go pick up my robes and go into the bank to find out what happened from their investigation into how Dumbledore learned of my presence there, that day.
"Anything you need me to pick up for you?"
Sirius shook his head and replied, "No. I'm fine. Thanks for asking, though."
Once Luna had finished her own breakfast and had let it settle a bit, she was a much slower eater than him, Harry asked, "Ready to go, Love?"
She nodded and stood. "Let's go."
After flooing to the Leaky and making their way directly to Madam Malkin's - Harry wanted to be wearing a different set of wizarding robes when he stepped into the bank. Once inside, he was offered the small pile and asked if he could borrow one of the change rooms. They were happy to oblige. Once changed, this time wearing the new forest green with black trim set, but again open down the front for freedom of movement, Luna dropped the rest of the entire lot, plus what he'd worn in, into her ever present clutch-purse and they left.
As soon as they stepped into the bank, before they even made it to a teller, a 'concierge' goblin met them on the floor and said, "Lord Peverell. Axe Lord Ragnok would like a word, if it is not too much trouble."
Before Harry could reply, Luna quietly said to him, "Ragnok is the bank manager, Love."
"Ah!" he said, understanding, before looking back to the worried goblin. "Then, by all means, please escort us to Axe Lord Ragnok."
The goblin gave a bow and said, "Follow me." Then he spun about and walked to the back wall where the doors led deeper within. With a lot more deference being paid to him and Luna from all the goblins they passed on the way, Harry found himself led by a 'shortcut' directly to Ragnok's office.
This one had two goblin guards with halberds standing each side of the door. The goblin leading the two humans ignored them and knocked on the door in an odd rhythm.
"Enter!" Harry heard barked from within.
The goblin immediately opened the door, stepped within and said, "Axe Lord. I present Lord Potter and Miss Lovegood."
Harry had already walked in with Luna right behind him.
The somewhat old, but clearly fit and strong, goblin behind the desk immediately jumped to his feet and said to the escort goblin, "Thank you, Pickknife. You may return to your duties." As the escorting goblin bowed and immediately withdrew, closing the door as he walked out, Ragnok walked around the desk and stood before it. Once the door was closed he immediately dropped to his knees and said, "Lord Potter-Peverell. I and Gringotts as a whole, owe you a sincere apology. Your confidential information was released to those who had no right to know of it. I offer my life as recompense."
He then, drawing it from a sheath at his lower back, laid a large knife on the ground before himself, hilt facing Harry, as he bowed his head forward.
A little surprised, Harry was a long moment before he said, "At this point, I do not wish to take your life, Axe Lord Ragnok. Re-sheath your knife, get up and return to your desk. We have matters to discuss."
After a slight hesitation, Ragnok did just that. As he sat he indicated the two chairs before his desk and said, "Please... be seated."
As Harry sat after first letting Luna sit before himself, he said, "I had come in with the intent of withdrawing all of my wealth from this bank and handing it over to the gnomes of Zürich to handle. However, if I am satisfied with the results of both your investigation and resolution, I shall consider not doing that."
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