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"So you're saying that you want to go through with this? Use your fortune as a scapegoat and free yourself of any obligation towards the head of your family?" Severus asked; Harry seemed to have put quite some thought into this.
"Honestly? Yes." The teen admitted, green eyes shining with determination. "This is the perfect way out, if you think about it. I mean, in all technicality, it's a financially motivated decision. So, all that the law demands is that the head of the minor's family gives permission for the minor to have their own vault and for the minor to prove they have the financial means not only to survive but to warrant the ritual in the first place. Despite the fact that I'm younger than most wizards that ever completed the ritual, I'm an ideal candidate." Severus looked between the letter in his hands and his son for a few moments before chuckling.
"Using your fortune to achieve your goals without threatening a soul or actually spending a knut. Very Slytherin of you, Harry!" The boy paused and looked at his father shocked for a second before chuckling along.
"You raised me right, I have told you as much before." The boy simply stated. Severus smirked and tousled his son's hair as the boy protested.
"I must admit, you turned out great." Severus threw back flippantly. "So, when are you going through with this?"
"In three days' time when we visit Diagon Alley for school related purchases; the actual ritual requires nothing more than two witnesses -a wizard or witch and a goblin- my signature, a few drops of blood and the official seal of Gringotts."
"Can't James contest it? Stop you from going through with it?" Harry shook his head negatively.
"The only way to do that would have been having protested me getting a personal vault or disallowing me to find a job; I have the vault already along with his written permission to pursue a career. It's out of his hands right now."
"You have truly thought this through." Severus noted.
"I have." Harry admitted. "And I'm having Nagnok over to the Potter Manor tomorrow to talk to my parents; he seems loath to have them interfere with my account plus, the two of us are swiftly becoming two of Gringotts' favorite clients. He'll properly stress the need to have me in control of my finances and I have every trust in goblin logic to help me convince them that this is the best course of action. I will, of course, fail to remind them that they will be unable to dictate my life as they could were I a minor and at this point I'm not even above playing a guilt card. I don't want them interfering, Dad. They've lost that right, I think." Harry had whispered the last few words but Severus still saw them for what they were; the last remnants of a child's hope that he could gain his family's acceptance vanished.
"I will help you, Harry, if that's what you really want." Severus offered, wrapping a hand around his son's shoulders and pulling the teen near.
"You're my family, Dad. You and now Nev and here's where I belong." Severus closed his eyes and nodded, fighting away his tears as he pulled his son closer and enveloped him in a proper hug.
"I know, son. I know."
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