Harry Potter Removes His Money From Gringotts Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Harry, please. Don’t abandon me now. I’ve stood by you through your troubles. It’s time for you to stand by me.” “I’m not going to completely abandon you,” Harry said. “I’ll post your bail. But I’m moving out of the townhouse.” “What?” “You don’t think I’ll stay there while you’re there, do you? And Monday morning, I’m canceling your credit cards and only leaving you with a thousand dollars in your checking account.” “What? Why?” she whined. He leaned in. “So, you won’t have any more money to cause trouble with Martha,” he whispered. “A thousand dollars is enough for you to shop online if you want, that’s all.”

"Anna, you don't look so good. Want some candy?" The class belle smiled sweetly as she held out a bag of fruit candies. In my previous life, I ate one. That very night, every penny in my bank account vanished—including the money I'd saved to pay for Grandpa's lifesaving surgery. Desperate to afford his treatment, I gave up my acceptance to Oxvale University and worked myself to the bone day and night, but before I could save enough, he died. And eventually, so did I, alone and exhausted in my tiny rented room. Only after I died did I learn the truth. The class belle had bonded with a transfer system. As long as I ate something she gave me, whatever money was in my bank account would a

“I wish to go to the nearest city, but I don’t really have a lot of money.” Harry smiled knowingly. “I understand. Rich people always make it harder for people like you. But don’t worry, I’ll help you get out of this.” He gently took my hand, squeezing it reassuringly before slipping a few bills toward me—five hundred-dollar bills. I recoiled, feeling ashamed, but his grip was firm. He insisted I take it. “Don’t worry about it. Just take it.” I stared at the money, torn between pride and gratitude. “I can’t—”

Arianna narrowed her eyes at Harry. “What? I’m just offering a friendly suggestion. Tell anyone about this, and I’ll kill anyone you blabbed your mouth to.” “That seems pretty asinine, don’t you think? The fastest way for me to get the money is to tell my partner.” “I’ll consider it. I want to see how much you hustle in a month. I’ll be back in a month, and I better see some progress. I’ll be watching you and your older lover as well. Take care, Arianna,” Harry wished, slipping out of Arianna’s bed. “You know? I may not put you up for auction at all. Maybe I’ll keep you for myself,” Harry teased, winking at Arianna before he left.

"The big one, the 'T' shaped one," I say. Harry hums and nods, looking away for a second as if he’s in deep thought, "So, after out fight, I got all dramatic and I returned the cards she gave me, because the money is hers and I wanted a clean cut, you know? But I really don't want to be poor, so... if you could give me some money, I'd appreciate that a lot. I'll go to work more often if you want me to."

" A shaky whisper left her lips. "Why?" Harry asked, confused. He knew they were talking about and he cared enough to bat an eyelid because was all his mother has had worried about. Her worst fear was happening before her eyes. "I didn't give him the money." Harry stood, making his way outside just so he could see if there was a way he could stop him from entering the house, but when he got to the sliding entrace door, he saw Matteo's figure from the other side. He slide the door to the other side, getting a clear look of Matteo. He still hadn't changed over the years, lanky as ever, kept a lot of hair in his heard and on his face, his teeth hasn't still turned white.

Lyon was gazing at Harry closely while still tugging on his collar. "It's too early to be angry, Lyon," Harry said as he massaged Lyon's shoulder. Lyon pushed him. Harry only chuckled as he re-rolled his collar. "What the hell do you want?!" "You know what I damn want, Lyon." Lyon was still looking at him sharply, "What?! You're damn money? Maybe you're forgetting that you lost at the casino. It's not my fault if you thought so fast that you used up your money." Lyon answered firmly.

Walking into her closet ,there she planted the money into her bag and left immediately . it was already morning Harry had woken up feeling very drowsy,due to the pills last night. He kept asking himself why he felt that way knowing fully well that he was very much healthier the night before. He took it that maybe he had overworked himself at the office the previous day and tried to manage the situation. He had already taken his morning bath and wanted to go downstairs for breakfast before leaving for the office when he remembered to check on the money in his wardrobe.

Mr Campbell said angrily and made to move closer to him but two men stopped him. “Is it money you want? Just tell me the amount and I’m going to make the transfer right now” Mr Campbell told him. “I do want money but I want more than that” Finn smirked. “And what is that?” “I want everything!” “I don’t get you” Mr Campbell said in confusion. “Oh you will understand very soon” Finn uttered and made a call. “Wait for it!” He adder and winked. Harry was getting frustrated already and same goes to his dad.

My hands moved on my instincts as I pulled my hands backward, protecting the urn at any cost. But, Harry, driven by rage and annoyance, snatched the urn from my hands. "Harry, no!" I screamed, but it was too late. With a cynical laugh, Harry threw the urn against the stone walkway. The ceramic shattered into a thousand jagged teeth, and a cloud of grey dust scattered into the wind, coating the hem of Harry’s polished shoes.