Dimension Black (Patreon)

26th July, 2015.

It was the year 2015, and it had been seventeen years since the fall of Voldemort. Magical Britain had progressed rapidly since then; prejudices against magical creatures and muggle-borns were at their lowest.

Kingsley and Hermione had worked tirelessly on that goal for nearly two decades now, and it had shown the expected results. Muggle-borns were now taught wizarding traditions and laws before entering the magical world; the system of the Wizengamot was still in place, but new families had joined the council and modernized it to some extent.

The seats of families that vanished during the first and second wizarding wars were now held by new families, families like Weasley, Goldstein, Scamandar and others had joined the council.

Harry had originally planned to enter the Auror program, but after witnessing the Battle of Hogwarts, his mind wandered elsewhere. He was one of the few students who returned for N.E.W.T.s; Hermione had joined him, but Ron hadn't. The redhead was done with books and school.

He had joined the Auror Department and was now the Deputy Director of the DMLE. Harry had found that Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions came easily to him after the removal of the Horcruxes. He ultimately chose to pursue Alchemy as his specialty, and he spent five years working under a world-renowned alchemist in Switzerland before returning to the British Isles.

He worked with Bill Weasley for a few years, benefiting from his experience as a Cursebreaker; the man had lost his job at Gringotts due to his involvement in Harry and his friends' voyage into the bank to retrieve the Hufflepuff Cup.

Bill had taught him curses, and he had taught the elder Weasley sibling ritualistic magic before they parted ways. Harry went on to work with the Ritualistic Community of Britain.

He has received two Orders of Merlin, First Class, for his contributions to the field of Ritual Magic over the past decade. He is also considered one of the foremost experts on Ritual and Alchemy in Britain. While he has never claimed to have created a Philosopher's Stone like Flamel, his motivation has never been to do so.

He has instead worked with the Ministry to remove any traces of the Maledictus curse and blood curses that have run through families. He even countered the blood curse that Malfoy's wife suffered from years ago; it was an old curse that ran in the Greengrass family.

He was presently seated on the black, posh leather chair in the living room of Grimmauld Place. He had inherited the house and title of Head of the Black family after Sirius passed away; therefore, it belonged to him legally. He had removed the age-old wards surrounding the property and set his own wards on the still intact wardstone. These wards were some of the best wards currently in the British Isles; he had learned them from Bill.

He had also changed the interior of the house; the portrait of Walburga Black, the morbid troll leg umbrella stand, and other such items had been moved to the attic. The house still retained its primary color of black, but he had added maroon and gray for contrast.

He had also restarted the Floo system in the house, taking Sirius' old room and giving Regulus' room to Teddy whenever he stayed there. Teddy stayed with Andromeda and visited him occasionally; the visits had decreased as Teddy started at Hogwarts.

Harry had helped him start his own broom company after completing his O. . He had focused all his mind on it and it was going great; he had even introduced the new Galloper-Prime, which was giving stiff competition to the Firebolt Superior.

Harry was filthy rich; his inheritance from House Peverell, accumulated over several centuries, and House Black were enough for him to enjoy a healthy lifestyle without any concerns. Add royalties from several beauty potions his grandfather had invented, and his own earnings as part of the Ritualistic community, he was well-off.

His relationship with the goblins wasn't at its best, but his unforgettable plunder of the LeStrange vault had left a deep impression on them. However, they couldn't dare to lose such a valuable asset and decline one of the richest wizards of the British banking services. His will was filed with Gringotts each year. Teddy was the prime inheritor, with Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Luna being others. He also donated to several charities and NGOs; Gringotts handled these and sent him quarterly statements.

His staff was a necessity for him; alchemy required an alchemist's complete connection with their focal point. His foci were the Holly and Phoenix Wand and the Elder Wand, both engraved into his staff. It was possibly the most valuable and dangerous artifact in the wizarding world at present.

Fortunately, only he could handle the full power of the staff; it didn't work for any other magical beings. Harry stared at the picture of him and his late wife, Ginny Potter, placed upon the mantle of the fireplace. The girl had been his everything; he had loved her with all his heart.

Even after being away from her for a year, during his voyage in search of the horcruxes, he hadn't forgotten her. He had loved her unconditionally, and her death had hit him the hardest.

She had been his brightest star in the night sky, but she was snatched away from him in a freak accident.

The girl's Quidditch skills had earned her a spot on the national team of England; she had played two seasons with them as a seeker and was currently playing her third season. It had been a qualifying match between Ireland and England; the weather had been particularly bad that day.

He had kissed her good luck before moving to stand and watch her perform her magic; the thunder was murderous that day. The lightning that struck her came out of nowhere. Her pale, lifeless body still haunts his nightmares. He had attempted to summon her to himself. He had tried to reawaken her.

After the medics had declared her dead on the spot, he had vanished with her lifeless body. He had tried to resurrect her with his alchemy. It wasn't a successful attempt. He had tried to revive her with the limited amount of his knowledge in necromancy; there was no success.

Her death had hit him hard; he never loved again and likely wouldn't do so in the future. His heart still bled as he wondered what his life would have been like with her, but the woman had died on her own terms, and Harry couldn't do anything about it.

He sighed before running his hand through his shoulder-length hair; usually, he tied it back into a ponytail. That stopped it from getting in his face. He had also let his beard grow; it wasn't as long as Dumbledore's was, but it was long enough to reach his collarbone.

Dressed in a dark green shirt, black pants, and a dark green cloak draped over him, he looked just like the part of a mysterious alchemist. Hermione always made fun of his dressing sense; the girl had married Ron and was living a comfortable life with her two children - a boy and a girl.

She usually visited him during weekends with Rose and Leo in tow; the girl was as studious as her mother and as blunt as Ron. Leo, on the other hand, was more on the shy side. He had inherited his mother's curiosity, but it was still overshadowed by his love for Quidditch and everything related to it.

Harry had given the boy a Galloper-Prime for his last birthday, and Hermione wasn't happy about it. It seemed the boy had also inherited the rashness of his father; he was just as adventurous as Ron.

On another note, Neville had married the Hufflepuff prefect, Hannah Abbot. He still maintained a friendly relationship with the couple; Alice's death had hit him hard. The woman hadn't been the best of mothers due to her medical ailments, but she had been close to her son. Closer than her husband had been.

Luna had married the grandson of Newt Scamander, who had returned to Britain to live. The Magizoologist was impressed by Luna's connection with magical creatures and appointed her as his assistant; their relationship eventually led them to become a couple.

Harry usually met the Scamander during the Winzengamot meetings in the ministry, they have a cordial relations.

Harry shifted his seat as he enjoyed the warmth of the fireplace; it was all he had left.

Suddenly, a mark appeared right beneath his feet. He stood up, grasping his staff quickly; the array seemed somewhat familiar, and Harry bent down to inspect it. The next moment, he felt a jerking motion and pull from the magical array, as if someone had cast a spell on him.

He grasped his staff firmly and raised it to dismantle the ritualistic circle, but the magic worked too quickly for him to react. He disappeared from the room like a demiguise with a pop; the sensation was eerily similar to portkey travel, but a bit rougher.

The magic swirled around him as he touched down; in the next moment, he felt it. By the magical signature, he knew he wasn't as alone as he had been moments ago.

He looked around and found himself in an alleyway; something felt off. Ignoring the feeling of nausea that accompanied instantaneous travels like Floo and Apparition, Harry became alert and checked the situation. His Staff was with him, which was comforting.

He scanned his eyes around the alley and came to the conclusion that he had traveled to a magical district; the attire of the wizards around him assured him of it. But something was still strange, for the cloaks and general attire were somewhat different from what he was used to. It seemed as if this part of the magical society had remained stagnant in the 1990s.

He frowned and then moved toward the newspaper stand across the alley; he took quick strides to reach it before picking up the newspaper, which appeared to be today's from its lack of creases.

He looked at the date and kept looking, for a moment he thought maybe George was pranking him, but that couldn't be possible. He was sure the man was across the sea in America, collecting raw materials for his joke product because it was cheaper in the States than in Europe. The 26th of July 1994.

That could only mean that he had fucking traveled into time, backwards, 21 years. Bloody hell! Who could've been stupid enough to attempt a summoning ritual that would bring a future alchemist back to 1994? Honestly, he couldn't think of anyone.

This was the year when everything went to hell - Voldemort's resurrection, Cedric's death, that bloody tournament, and Crouch Jr. But if he had been there in the past, he couldn't have changed it, as most likely he would have remembered seeing a bearded man wreaking havoc around the world.

He looked over the headlines and found them uninteresting; curiously, there was an article about the Minister's Undersecretary, who at the time was someone named Mathilda Parkinson. Strange, he had never heard that name. Perhaps she was the predecessor of Umbridge, and would soon find herself jobless or transferred to another post.

He supported his weight on his staff as he flipped the page and reached the sports section; his eyes widened and he straightened up. There, at the top, written in bold letters, was "Quidditch World Cup Final, to be held on August 10th in England. Japan wins the semi-finals against Bulgaria."

Harry clearly didn't remember this and tried to find some more anomalies, and he found at least two of them. The first one being seeing an unknown wizard, named Thomas Fawley, being interviewed regarding the security of the Quidditch World Cup as he was the Minister of Magic for Britain.

The second shock came in the form of a clear picture of Carina Black, heiress of the House of Black, being interviewed on the topic of the new muggle-friendly bill passed by the Wizengamot.

No bell rang; he had never met Carina Black at this time or ever, and as the head of house, he could easily find a member of the house with the family ring, so she didn't exist in his world.

Yes, his world. He had probably traveled to a different world; dimension travel wasn't a very researched topic, and he wasn't an Unspeakable, so he couldn't access even the limited knowledge about it.

He groaned to himself. Why did his luck always seems to be against him?

He knew the rituals inside out; warding and curses breaking were something he was adept at, and alchemy was his forte. But dimensional travel and time travel were a bit far-fetched, so he patted his beard as he contemplated his next move.

First of all, he needed to know the history of this world. Second, he needed to understand his position and who had summoned him to this world; was it a magical accident or a planned strategy?

He couldn't return to Grimmauld Place; it was the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix in 1994. He tapped his staff on the ground and his clothes transfigured accordingly; he couldn't possibly roam freely when people stared at him for his alleged bad fashion sense during this time.

He would have to buy new cloaks and clothes if he had to stay here, but for that he needed money, and unfortunately, he was broke at the moment, considering his unannounced travel between dimensions.

But first, the library, for it was there that he could better understand the differences between these two worlds.

(_-_-_X_-_-_)

So, it seems that there were many differences between his world and this one.

Harry had found the library pretty quickly, he had appeared in the alley of Horizontal Alley which was adjacent to Diagon alley. The paths merged around the left gate of Gringotts.

It was there that he found the library; he mistook the old building for some kind of ministry building, but no, it was a library founded by Flamel. Yes, those old fossils had discovered this place and funded it; it appeared they were still living here.

There were other more prominent changes, the Wizarding World of this world was certainly different from his. First of all, Grindlewald was never defeated here; he was now residing in a South American country, Brazil, and controlling his loyal acolytes from there.

Their numbers had decreased since World War II, but they were still a threat. The second difference was in the identity of the Death Eaters; those who had been captured, their identities were different. There was still Barty Crouch Jr., and one of the LeStranges, but the absence of Bellatrix Lestrange and the remaining LeStrages was a variation.

The war had not been as brutal as the one in his world; Tom hadn't lost as many of his followers as expected. In the photos he had found in the history book, Tom Riddle didn't have the waxy texture of skin or the dark red eyes of the Voldemort who had created five Horcruxes. His eyes were dark brown, the same tone as the Tom Riddle he had met in the Chamber of Secrets. His hair was jet-black and he still held onto his handsome face.

But the biggest difference was that his version of this world was not Harry James Potter, it was Rose Lily Potter, the daughter of James and Lily Potter. The girl was in her third year, starting her fourth year from September 1st. Her appearance was different and Harry was appreciative for that, or else it would be strange to see a female look-alike version of him roaming around.

No, the girl had red messy hairs, sharp green eyes and a short height. She didn't wore glasses and that seemed to increase the intensity of her stare, but it seemed hollow and Harry knew that feeling.

It was the same stare he gave off when he was about to return to the hellhole that was Dursley household. The Sirius of this world been as brash as his, he was a man on run, the prime suspect of Pettigrew's murder and betrayal of the Potters.

Harry sighed, his godfather would remain an air-headed moron, whichever dimension he looked into. He would look into it if possible, but first he needs to focus on his own survival.

It also seemed that Goblins of this dimension enjoyed more leniency than ones in his world, some of Ministry's responsibilities like adoption, will-reading and magical inheritance was in their control. They also had pliable relationship with humans, they weren't allowed to buy or carry wand but used dagger for channelling of magic.

The magical population here, specially purebloods and Half-bloods had seen boost in years after the defeat of Voldemort. The ministry had passed act supporting that, and promised to cut taxes on each baby birthed in family for first 6 years.

He had also read something about guilds, he'll have look into them. Maybe, that would help his world too.

For now, though, he needs to find a place to rest and a meal. He couldn't ask for help from Dumbledore, as much as he respected the Headmaster he knew well of the man's meddling ways. And Sirius wasn't an option obviously, the Weasleys could be helpful but they had done enough for him in his, throwing his weight on them would be unfair.

So, he was on his own. Harry should've known that, and he wasn't a 11 year old boy who needed protection and care. No, he was grown ass man, and a strong wizard to the boot. Now, he knew that the ritual that had brought here was one of the few he hadn't studied probably. Only if he could gain the information on it he could decode it and if possible, reverse it.

But at the present that wasn't possible, he sidestepped as a clerk carrying number of boxes hurried past him. He could find a job in one of the shops in either Diagon or Horizontal Alley, the vertical alley was in Hogsmeade and Harry didn't want to travel that far and simultaneously, so close to Hogwarts. Not at the present at least.

But without any descriptive proof of his identity, his O. or N.E. , or a trustable alliby, he wouldn't be able to get that. He could venture into Knockturn alley and get passable forged indentity papers, he had learnt that while still interested in Auror job. The vendor would file those papers into ministry within a day or two through his contact, that would give him a clear-cut indentity, but that requires gold. Gold that he didn't have, but he could create.

He could create gold, but the resources and ingredients needed for them was pretty costly. It was a fair trade if he did try that, the raw unadulterated gold would profit him much more, specially if he sold it to goblins. The little bugger loved their golden metal.

Harry ran his fingers through his hair, he wasn't going anywhere like this. He would have to think something, and quickly at it, by the look he was getting and the scurrying customers it seemed that roaming around in Diagon alley after dark was not preferred.

He couldn't claim to be Potter anyhow, their family line was descriptively recorded. No Potter was ever unaccounted for, even during Global Wizarding wars and first Wizarding war. Their number had declined to one last Potter, but their legacy was recorded and accounted for.

Neither could he claim to be Black, Sirius had never formally adopted him and thus his name would never appear on the family tapestry. The tapestry was Black family's most sacrosanct artifact they possessed, it couldn't lie, not according to them atleast.

Moreover, one more difference between the worlds was death of Arcturus Black III, he was still alive here while he had died in 1990 in his own world. With that door close, Harry only had one name to go forward to, Peverell.

It was coincidentally perfect for him, a extinct family that had dissolved into another but still held its own identity and such. The Peverell had never handed over their accounts and family name to either Potters or Gaunts, they had simply decided to dissolve into the families while still maintaining their identity, waiting for a lost heir to claim their right.

Yes, that would be fine. Although the name would give him a reputation and attention that he didn't want, the same would happen whenever he decided to reveal his magical prowess. And he would in future, he can't hide his magical might for long, for his core wasn't like a normal wixen due to holding a soul shard of another being.

No, the Peverell name would be beneficial for him. And at the end of the day, it will give him meal and place to sleep. He fished out a spare rubber band from his coat's left pocket, and tied his hair back. With a wave of his staff, his beard lost the puffy nature and gain a more lustrous look.

Without pondering any further, he chose to move on toward the Gringotts, as he reached the banks his eyes meet that of the guards, who both ignored him and went on to look in front impassively. The White marble building loomed into background, reaching the heights above other shops.

He climbed the stairs slowly, minding own steps. The large golden gate was wide open as he stalked forward, eyeing the Goblin tellers behind the desk impassively. The interior seemed identical to what his world's version had, if that was, then he knew in and out of the bank.

The line behind the main desk was short, a few businesses demanding their statements for the month, individuals carrying pouches of gold to desposit and common folks looking to withdraw from their accounts.

He waited for almost an hour before his turn came, meanwhile he was looking around the inside the bank and getting the feeling of its age old wards. He could do that discreetly, and credit for that goes to Bill. And by doing so, he confirmed that the security was same as his world before they had broken into the famed bank.

"Name, and purpose." The teller snarked shortly.

Harry quickly came with a suitable name, "Harry Ignotus Peverell, I want to carry out an inheritance test." He said, and felt an unknown magic settling on him. It felt just like the fidelus charm, as if his name was somewhat secured behind a ward or something.

The teller looked up at him sharply and sneered, "You know the cost of lying. Don't you, Wizard?"

Harry stood taller, showing weakness around these creatures was the worst thing one could do. They were attracted to fear just like sharks to blood, they wouldn't waste a moment in tearing him to piece.

"I do, now get on with it." He replied in same tone, with the amount of arrogance that Draco would be proud of.

The goblin eyed him for a moment before turning to his left, he pressed a knob like button on the wall behind, and a buzzer sounded somewhere in the building. In a few minutes two Gobilns appeared hurriedly, and talked with the teller in Gobbledegook.

Harry tapped his staff and it let him hear the conversation in English, a nifty charm that one.

"He's here to test his inheritance with one of the old vaults, take him to inheritance hall and let him waste his blood on the alter." The teller said strictly.

"But, if he's one of the old owners then we should respect him. Should we not? Not many of these wixen are respectable as it is, but he should be." The gobiln replied with a sneer directed toward him.

"They are all the same nowadays. Doesn't understand a word we say, don't respect our ownership over goblin-made goods. Good for nothing, wixen," The teller said with venom-laced voice.

"As matter of fact, I do understand you. Now inheritance test please, I don't have much time to waste." Harry replied in perfect Gobbledegock, a credit to his staff.

The teller looked a bit taken back but quickly regained his composure and leered back at him.

The other goblins led him toward a silver gate in the left, he followed them silently staff in hand. He could strink the magical foci but didn't want to do it, he had a habit of carrying it around.

The hall he entered into was wide, as wide as the entry hallway but not as long. It looked off, but he was not judging. They brought him to the altar in the middle. It was like a basin above a short marble pillar, except it was merged into the pillar like that damned poison basin in the cave of Tom Riddle.

"Knife, magical thread." The Goblin on his left instructed. A golden knife with thread wrapped around it's hilt appeared, the goblin unwrapped the thread and tied it around his wrist. "Six drops of your blood, wizard."

Harry cut his thumb and dropped the required amount of blood into the basin, before waving over it to close the wound. The goblins stared at his wandless casting for a moment, before a nod passed between them, what for he didn't know.

He untied the thread and passed it to Goblin with the knife, as he bent forward to look into the basin. Golden and white mist swirled around the blood that settled into the bottom, Harry was surprised as golden colours engulfed the alter completely.

Goblin hummed as he noted the finding and waved at him to move with him, they left the other goblin in the room, probably to clear out the intrusive magic of his blood. He had perfomed a few rituals to enhance his physical and magical prowess over the year, he had performed a protective ritual to save his soul and magic from getting addicted to Dark arts.

Dark arts was something that Potter didn't hesitate from, although they never used to inflict pain on innocent people. It was for protection, the Potters was line that had fought against many Dark Lords over the centuries. His own great-grandfather, Henry Potter had been enlisted into auror corps during the first war with Grindelwald.

His grand-uncle, Charlus Potter had been one of the war heroes of the war against Grindelwald. He with Arcturus Black and Corvus Prewitt, were few of the british officers to reach the post of Colonel. And they had to learn the spell that they'd to defend against, Harry had been livid with Dumbledore to keep that part of his family's history a secret.

His portrait had argued that it was because he didn't wan a repeat of Tom Riddle, he had feared that Harry would lose himself if he was to let know that part of his family history. So, Harry had performed a ritual to protect his soul against such malice and delved into the dark arts. Coming out as a deadlier man.

Apart from his musing, the goblin had brought him to the teller and handed him a slip that shone bright gold and Harry recognises it as a acceptance slip. He has been proved as a Peverell and deserving of the title of Head of the house.

The teller looked at him a bit reservedly, and sighed before pressing another button the wall behind. This one white in color, a different goblin came out this time and Harry recognised him as the assistant of Branch manager.

"Take this wizard to Ragnarok, he's been tested as eligible to take up the title of Lord Peverell. Paper work should be handled quickly, the family doesn't have any other surviving branch, most likely." The goblin said, and nodded him toward the assisstant with a glare.

Petty little buggers.

He waited outside the office of branch manager for barely ten minutes before he was ushered in, the goblin was embezzled in gold jewellery and expensive goblin made cloak. He had a straight sword strapped on his back, and a magical pouch hanging from his waist.

"Ah, Mr. Peverell. Or I should say, Lord Peverell." Goblin said with a wicked grin, Harry eyed him warily before replying.

"Anything works, but I prefer Lord. Lord Ragnarok." The goblin straightened into his seat at the title, it seems this wizard was unlike others.

Mostly wixens refused to accept the superiority of Goblin's title over them and refused to denote them with the right title. It had been cause of a few war between the two races over centuries.

"Of course, Lord Peverell. I must admit myself surprised that you know of our deposition. Not many wixens follow it." Ragnarook sneered showing his sharp teeth.

"Their loss, I don't see a problem in addressing you by the title you've earned, chieftain of one of the British clans of goblins. You must have spilled alot of bloods for that, hope that has quenched your thirst for blood." Harry replied unfazed, this was a crucial moment. If he could the goblins to his side, then the problem of his identity could be solved.

"Indeed. I have a kill score of 43, killed two challengers last week in London. Bloody upstrats, they think they could defeat me." The goblin spat, this wizard was something new. Not many wixen wasted their precious time to read on Goblin tradition and custom, for them his kind was savage beasts with above average intelligence.

Harry nodded and looked around the room carefully, the number of trinkets in branch manager's office was less than Dumbledore's, instead he had collected numerous type of weapons.

Harry's mind focused back on the Goblin as another teller entered the room, and handed him a parchment. The creature adjusted his glasses carefull before looking through the parchment.

"Mr. Peverell, I have your account Statement here. Take a look." The goblin handed him the piece of paper which floated to his hand.

Gringotts, The branch of Britain, Scotland and Ireland. Diagon alley, London.

This is a detailed statement of vault opened in name of House Peverell, the amount and any other heritance are listed below.

1) Cash at hand in Vault number- 342, 343, and 344; calculated together as 3.47 Million Galleon, 63000 Sickle and 500 knuts.

2) Artifacts stored-

Vault 345: Wizaring Trunk, 32 compartment special variation. Wands of Peverell family. Armours, 15 pieces. Goblin-made weapons; 3 swords, 1 staff, 9 Spears, 1 Shield, and 2 long sword.

Vault 346: Pendent of Viola Peverell. Portrait of various family members. Pensieve. Broomsticks. 25,876 Books stored, special trunk attached.

3) Investment: None, liquidated at order of last heir.

4) Capital Assests: Grim Manor, Location Unknown.

Spear Cottage, Godric Hollows.

Frosted glass Manor, Godric Hollow.

Tenth Tremor House, London.

All assets stored within Bank are at risk of Goblin, Wixen losing their assets contact branch office in London.

Harry red through the parchment at steady pace. It seems the Peverell family vaults were nearly same as his time.

"It all seems fair," Harry admitted pocketing the statement.

Quickly, Ragnarok produced a small metal box, engravings of Peverell family was on top, the Deathly Hallows sign.

"This Mr. Peverell is your Head of the house ring, the heir ring is stored in one of the properties, we know don't which one." Harry took the box and opened it to reveal the familiar ring, golden band with silver head and a sign of Deathly hallows, and a Grim at each side on top made with diamond.

He simply slid it into his right hand's middle finger and it shrunk to fit him, a charm that every Head of the House's ring has. He instantly received the information about the location of Grim manor, it was somewhere around wales, near a cliff.

He also came to know that there were no house-elves connected to the property or other, that means he'll have to buy one. Although he stood with Hermione's views of respecting and being kinder toward elves, he also knew that the little creatures willingly served wixens as their magic was tethered to their master.

"It performs as it should." Harry accepted eyeing Ragnarok. "Now, I need a goblin accountant to manage my accounts. I believe receiving hefty sum in payment would do a god job."

Ragnarok eyes gleamed at it, the prospect of managing a old family vault such as Peverell couldn't be overlooked. It would give prestige to the goblin and its clan, it was solemn that a wizard fully trusted goblins to manage their account.

Harry glanced at the old goblin shrewdly, evaluating his frame as he stroked his beard. "I think, Lord Ragnarok, you wouldn't have any such goblins in your mind, would you?"

The goblin straightened, "Coincidentally, I do, Lord Peverell. My grandson, Gripetooth, has been trained to handle such prestigious vaults as yours."

"Oh. And what would he charge for such service?" Harry knew this was going to work in his favour now, Ragnarok family was one of the oldest line, and having a customer such as him would only boost their credentials.

"That, he will handle. Goblins don't bargain in stead of another, Lord Peverell. Not even if they are family." Ragnarok admitted.

"Then call him by all means," Harry replied with a grin.

It was soon that a young looking goblin entered the chamber, dressed in smart goblin made robes and a monocle on right eye. He looked aristocratic, same as Ragnarok.

"Gripehook, this is Lord Peverell." The young goblin looked at his granfather a bit amazed, and Harry knew why, it was rare that Goblin cared about Wixen titles. But he was no commoner here, the name Peverell was even more prestigious than Blacks.

"He's shown the interest to hire a Goblin account, who would look after his account—" Harry's voice cut Ragnarok's.

"And invest, on my behalf, the amount I designate." Harry said keenly.

He knew what he needs, right now, he was an unknown. With no money and connection, he wouldn't last long in the Wizarding society. Three and a half million was alot money, but if he didn't invest them well he wouldn't have a continuous influx of income.

What surprises, nasty one, this dimension had stored fo him he didn't know. What he did know was that he needs to make himself untouchable, with Death-Eaters on loose. Tom of this dimension far more saner than in his, he would surely try to recruit him, by hook or crook.

Also, the first war hadn't been much brutal here, the number of all-out duels between Ministry and Death eaters was less. And such duels between Dumbledore's order and Tom's army seemed lesser.

That meant the second war would be brutal, and he had somehow traveled during the start of this bloody war. Only if he could reach to his summoner, he would kill the fool in most gruesome way possible. Bloody wanker.

So, he needed money backing him if the ministry didn't, and they wouldn't. The money could let him buy important ingredients to raise proper ward around his house, execute rituals that would make his work easier and produce more wealth by creating gold, if necessary.

His luck was happy with him, because the Goblin was literally salivating at the prospect of his offer. It wasn't a common practice to let Goblins invest at behest of their customers. They invested very keenly and extracted as much profit as possible, but they charged high, higher than any broker. Bill had warned him of that, and Harry had seen that in his own world.

"That wouldn't be a problem, I can attest to you that my investments will only benefit you." Gripetooth said with determination.

"Now, what would be brokerage rate in this agreement, Gripetooth." Harry asked curiously.

"10.5% on profit of up to three million galleons, and 12.5% on profit above that." Gripetooth said with conviction.

"No, that's too much. 4.3% on up to Three millions, and 5% on above that." Harry countered stoically.

"6% for the latter, 5% for the former." Gripetooth sneered.

"Final rate, 4.5% for former, and 5.2% for later." Harry said with finality. Ragnarok looked at him attentively, the goblins loved to bargain. The skill of bargaining was revered in Goblin nation, a wixen with low skill in it wouldn't be respected by the little buggers.

Gripetooth grinned at him showing his sharp jagged set of teeth, "Deal, Pleasure doing business with you Lord Peverell. May your gold increase."

"And may your coffers overflow." Harry responded, surprising the two goblins.

It took them half an hour to sign the agreement and fill the required form, a new vault was opened in his name connected with the old vault for investment purpose. With a pouch filled with 1500 galleons, and the promise of getting sending copy of agreements, Goblin bid him farewell and Harry left the bank.

With the problem of money and resident solved, Harry moved toward the nearest cafe he saw. The dimension travel and bargaining with Goblins had left Harry hungry, he picked the Daily prophet on his way and took a seat near window.

He ordered shepherd pie with pumpkin juice, and started reading the newspaper. Harry found some more variations between the universes, and decided to look into them. If he could find a way, he would most likely return back to his own reality. Leaving the Peverell name and vault for Rose Potter, now that was a topic he was avoiding.

The Girl was the version of him in the universe, and had seen her fair share of adventure. At present, she would be holed up in the Dursley's household, ready to leave the suffocating place to meet with Ron. If they were friends here that is.

The chances were fat, he could see the girl going to Slytherin as he nearly had, or Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Gryffindor had suited him well enough, until he had found his love in Alchemy.

Should he adopt her as he was her only magical family? Even if they were practically the same person.

He could, he now had the resources. But he didn't have experience of raising a kid, and that's what she was right now, in 1994. A 14 year old kid.

With his wealth he could give her a good life, a life he himself couldn't have. But, Was it worth that much trouble? Was he worth that much trouble? Was this girl?

She was most likely, Harry knew he would've given everything to anyone that would have saved him from Dursley. Although the gits had never physically assaulted him, except rough treatment and occasional pans from Petunia. The verbal and mental abuse still cost him his childhood, he sighed frustrated.

Adopting Rose meant getting into spotlight, she was still a revered celebrity. The vanquisher of Dark lord, the-girl-who-lived, what an utter nonsense. Nobody had tried to understand his survival, he himself at last had solved that mystery. Lily Potter, his mother, the bright witch she had been, had used a ritual.

Raising a powerful protection against anyone wanting to harm him, the cost had been her own life. The selfless sacrifice had strengthened the ritual to unnatural levels, rebounding the killing curse and all.

He would be put into scrutiny of both Dumbledore and Voldemort, they would both try to evaluate his motive for taking her in. Not to mention, Sirius, he was probably outside the country at this time. He wouldn't return untill his or Rose's participation in the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry shook his head, his food had arrived and without a stray thought he dug into it. It only took him fifteen minute to clean his plate of food, the pumpkin juice was quickly gulped down and he paid the waitress before wandering out of the shop.

He need to hire at least two to three house elves, one for his cooking, laundering and other job. Two to take care of all the houses.

He strode forward and entered the shop that sold elves, it was a prestigious shop with reputation of breeding the best elves. They didn't chain down the elves or shackled them, instead let them mingle with each other and form familial groups. After a certain age the unsold elves were reserved for breeding, Harry knew his needs as he had resided in Grim Manor before returning to live in Grimmauld place.

He was ushered in and the salesman showed let him wander to choose the ones he wanted, he chose three of them. Two females one male; Tinny, Milly and Jimmy. Tinny and Jimmy were a bit experienced so they will do fine with the house, Milly was still learning and will help him.

He quickly ordered them to return to Grim manor and clean it, the three of them will remain in Grim manor. If he needs, he will hire caretaker elves for other properties. But his experience with Kreacher had shown him they could take care of a house without any problem.

He left the shop after paying a hefty sum of 393 Galleons, 131 for each elf. It was costly to own a house elf, that's why only richer member of the wizarding society had them. It also explained why Lucius Malfoy had been angry with him for losing his elf, young elves were quite costly. And Dobby must have been a bought elf, because family elves like Kreacher and Winky were too loyal to their families to badmouth them.

He next went to Madam Malkin's, ordering a full wardrobe of summer, winter, sleepwear and rest, and extra three dress robes. He also added two colored, two plain white and two plain black shirts, and three black trousers. With his clothes shopping done, he called Jimmy and sent him back with the bags.

He himself had one more location to venture into, he needed a wand. With his notoriety and mastery in alchemy, rarely anybody dared to stand against him. But that was not the case here, as soon as people came to know about his name and reputation, the negative competition will grow too.

And although his staff was perfect for every use, still the habit of keeping a wand with his person whenever left his house didn't leave him. Thus the need, a wand and a wand holster of top quality.

He grounded himself with a deep breathe before entering the shop of Ollivanders, he could swear the man part-seer or something, what with the way he knew things he shouldn't.

"No, I am not a seer." A voice said from behind him, Harry concealed his flinch and stopped himself from jumping away.

And it seems he had said his thoughts out loud as the man was eyeing him strangely, "Nor I am omnipotent, for example I don't know who you are, even though I think I should."

Harry glanced at him warily before extending his right hand, "Harry Ignotus Peverell."

The old man shook his hand with a wide eyes, "Peverell, now that's a name that I haven't heard in long. Last time I was researching on—" Ollivander stopped mid-sentence, stiffened and looked at him.

Harry ignored the look, the old wand-maker was probably talking about the Elder wand. "I am here for a wand," Harry prompted.

"Yes...Yes, Wand. Which arm do you use?" The wandmaker asked.

"Both, Usually I use a staff but a wand is much more portable." Harry admitted extending his arms.

"A staff, You say? Those are rare, very rare nowadays." Ollivander said critically, measuring his arms.

"Unusual customer indeed." He muttered as he went back to the shelves filled with wands.

He returned back with a dozen boxes in his arms, placed them on table and started handing him one by one.

After the first twelve failed wands, Ollivander was looking contemplative. After thirty wands he looked curious, Harry didn't get to see after that as the 32nd Wand chose him with red sparks, it was beautiful black wand with light brown swirls at each end.

"12 Inches. Ebony with hint of Fir, pleasantly flexible, with core of Dragon Heartsring," Ollivander listed with a pleased smile. "Perfect for Transfiguration, strong and reliable. It seems you've found the perfect match. Mr. Peverell."

"How much does it cost?" He asked taking out the pouch for payment.

"7 Galleons, as usual." Garrick said putting the wand back in the box.

"Don't, I'll keep it with my person. I will also buy a top quality Wand holster." Harry listed out while placing 7 galleons on the counter.

Olivander picked it up and moved back toward the shelves, drawing a cartoon box from the bottom section, he rifled for a moment before placing a dark brown holster on the counter with a smile.

"3 Galleons for that," He said and counted the coins as Harry placed them.

He quickly strapped the holster to his thigh and put his wand there, he tried the flexibility of holster. With a single muscle contraction the wand could be brought to his arm wandlessly. Good.

"Nice doing business." Olivander said, a clear dismissal if Harry has heard ever.

Harry exited the shop and walked to the apparation point, he disapparated from the Diagon alley and appeared infront of his manor. Last time it had been a bit run down, and dirty, that was the reason Harry didn't want to stay here.

At present it looked renovated and clean, not too much though. Maybe he would look into that, the Manor was at perfect location, at Five-miles distance from any nearby settlement. Girmmauld place had been hidden behind wards, one of them was silencing ward, that kept the sound of traffic and people out.

Here, it was naturally peaceful. The grounds extended to atleast 2 miles, and half of that was covered with forest. Magical forest to be precise. The age old ward and house had extended their ambient magic in the forest, Harry could see a few bucks running around the forest.

The elves had cleaned the house thoroughly, dust and grime has been cleared out and the furniture looked new.

There were three floors to the house except the ground floor, and the third floor was attic. 7 rooms at first and second floor each, a Dining room on the ground with a gathering hall, Kitchen, a library, and a living room.

Harry climbed the stairs to first floor, he would take the room he'd taken in his own world. It was a spacious room with a four-poster bed, a study table, a closet, two medium sized trunks for additional storage and an attached bathroom.

He would have to let one of the elves buy groceries untill their started farming in the grounds, clearing a bit of the forest.

It seems Jimmy has put his clothes into the closet, for now he had everything. And his shopping spree in Diagon alley had exhausted him, he would look into library and attic another day. Any dark artifact like the last time would be placed into the dungeons, with a strong ward around him.

He didn't forget that the Peverells had a seat on Winzengamot, he would have to look into that. Did he want to delve into politics? Absolutely not. But his mentor had taught him that every resource should be used to full benefit.

He would also have to look into the current political climate, alliances, and rivalries.

But for now his main focus was to shower and then meet with his elves, he needs to give them some instructions. As such he entered the bathroom, and quickly showered before changing into one of the black shirts and trouser.

He climbed down the stairs and entered the living room, "Tinny, Jimmy and Milly." He called out. The three of them appeared, looking at him attentively.

"First of all, you'll discard that dirty pillow case. The Peverell house is prestigious and wouldn't treat our elves as lowly slaves, you'll buy clothes to weave uniforms for yourselves. I want them neat and clean, regularly washed and ironed." Harry instructed pointing his fingering at the dirty pillow cases they were wearing.

The elves nodded wide eyed, usually the creatures were left to fend for themselves. It was a norm followed by the most staunch pureblood families.

"Next, self-punishment is not allowed. I don't care how severe mistake you make according to yourself, untill I don't give a punishment you'll not harm yourself in anyway." Harry intoned next.

The elves again followed with keen eyes, and nodding heads.

"Also, there's no need to occupy a broom cupboard or any such places to reside. Take the last room on the third floor, adjust the interior as you like and reside in there." The elves looked shocked at that, it was unheard of any wixen to provide them with their own room, no matter how rich.

"Last, I'll show you three other property tomorrow. Milly and Jimmy, you'll do scheduled cleaning duties there every fifteen days. I want house cleaned and lawn mowed. Got it?" He asked.

"Yes, master. We's being understanding what yous say." Jimmy worded out quickly.

"Excellent then," Harry said and handed out 21 Galleons to Tinny, instructing her to buy clothes for three of them. "It's time for dinner now."

Milly was skilled enough in kitchen to prepare nice dinner for him, he had also instructed them to eat after him. As they were stubborn enough to not allow themselves to eat with him, he had to force them to admit to eat just after him.

He stripped down to the underwear and settled into his comfortable bed for the day, tomorrow, he would look into other matters tomorrow.