Maybe he should look into having that boy killed off before he could reproduce? That would end locking down the vaults should the Potter Brat die without issue. He did know where the brat was after all. And he was only a muggle so who was to notice? Muggles died all the time. What was one more? He could even go do it himself the next time the dark magic calling was too strong to resist.
Still that wouldn't solve the immediate problem of getting into the vaults Potter controlled. Since the Potter Will had been buried by him and never disclosed to the public or executed and the Pettigrew Will hadn't held any outstanding and ongoing debts as Peter had taken care of all of that before turning the Estate over to Potter, that meant only debts incurred through the execution of the Black and Lupin Wills could be covered. And neither of them covered payments to people Albus had hired or needed to bribe to keep things going his way.
The Lupin Will only allotted for a small stipend to be paid out to Remus. Nothing else because like Peter with the Pettigrew Estate, Remandus had taken care of all the obligations before he died making certain none of them were ongoing. He'd even left a separate account for the payment of Estate taxes to the Ministry. The only payment authorized naturally was ended when the recipient died and Albus couldn't even lie and say the man was still alive because the goblins knew better.
The Black Will had many obligations but he was told, all he could do was authorize payment via a simple yes or no checkmark. The goblins would then pay the obligation or not according to his authority. But no coin would filter into his hands should he choose not to pay something and he could be overruled in the matter by the other trustees of the Black account which they weren't obligated to inform him of or about.
He had tried every trick he knew to get the goblins to return things to the way they were but the nasty little beasts refused to listen to him. They kept saying Lady Tonguelash would have their heads if they didn't follow her direction. And when a goblin used that term it was no mere figure of speech. The little beasts meant it quite literally. Nor could he discover who this Lady Tonguelash was. The only thing he knew was the Lady was a goblin and he only knew that because of the name. He'd never heard of the goblins following the direction of one of their females before. But then he, like so many other people, didn't really pay all that much attention to creature societies. It mystified him but it was clear that until he could discover her identity and meet with her personally there wasn't going to be anything he could do to change things. And goblins were extremely protective of their females. So the chances of him getting a face to face with her were slim to none.
Nor could he discover the identity of the other trustees on the Black account to try and meet with them about authorizing funding to come from the Black accounts. He couldn't bribe or blackmail people if he didn't know who they were, after all.
So he was stuck, he reflected as he slowly walked along the halls back to his office and his warm comfortable bed. All he could do was go to the Bank each month and hope this would be the month the goblins stopped playing their games and gave him back his access to all that lovely gold. There was nothing else to do. It never occurred to him he should spend some time handling the mountain of parchment on his desk. All he wanted right now was a good hot soak in his bathing tub and then a good night's sleep.
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The rest of the month of September and into early October passed relatively smoothly for the Castle inhabitants. Minerva had gone to Albus to try and force Harry to move back into Gryffindor Tower where he could begin to make inroads to making friends with the other boys in his year and sorting. She knew he wouldn't ever be friends with Mr. Weasely again but she hoped by being around the other three boys in his year he'd make friends with at least one of them. Now that she was awake and aware, she didn't like how very alone he was. It wasn't healthy to her way of thinking.
But that hadn't worked out for her. She'd been forced to give up the idea when Albus kept dismissing the issue of Harry's chambers and trying to get her to tell him why she'd let the Triad disfigure their faces. Since she didn't want to talk about them at all, she vacated his office as quickly as she could do so without seeming to be rude. Which had suited him fine as he didn't want Harry moved back into the dormitory. So Harry retained his private quarters.
Unknown to Minerva, Albus wouldn't even hear of allowing him to be moved back to the dormitory even if he hadn't been able to distract with the Triad's misadventure. He'd worked too hard to ostracize the boy in the school to take the chance it would unravel now. Especially since so much of his carefully thought out plans were unraveling around his ears. Marked faces or not, he still believed his chosen children would be more successful in their endeavors to ruin Harry's good name if the boy wasn't in the dormitories with the other children his age.
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