Chapter 2: Please tell Dumbledore

Atop a building in London, Harry spread his arms as he inhaled sharply. He felt free now that he could do magic all he wanted. And with his invisibility cloak turned into an amazing black coat over his shoulders, he was undetectable to any ministry monitoring, even if he used apparition he wouldn't be detected.

"Yes! Now let's see what I can do first!" Harry smiled before using apparition to go down the alley on the side of the building, thinking that buying clothes would be a good idea. Although he would have to go to Gringotts to get money.

When Harry arrived at Diagon Alley, he transformed the cloak into a robe similar to the Hogwarts one, but brown and with a hood, to hide his face a bit. A smile appeared on his face at the true power of the cloak, it was simply amazing!

Arriving at one of the many receptions with goblins in them, Harry took out his key and put it on the table.

 "I'd like to withdraw some money and exchange it for pounds."

The goblin took the key and examined it before nodding and shouting, "Grom! You've got work to do!"

A goblin ran up before looking at Harry and growling a little.

"Go, wizard. Follow Grom, he'll accompany you to get your galleons."

"Thank you."

The goblin just nodded.

"Can I ask you a question, Grom?"

Harry asked as he climbed onto the carriage and looked at the goblin.

"You already did."

Harry snorted before asking, "If someone put a dark object of type XXXXX inside Gringotts, what would you do?"

 The goblin, Grom, glared at him with some fury in his eyes before growling and replying, "If anyone did that, then they'd end up with their vaults empty and being hunted by our race and the ministry."

"Mmm..." Harry simply muttered before falling silent for the short trip to his vault. Upon arriving, he simply opened it and took out two bags of galleons before walking out and closing the vault.

When they reached the surface, Harry smiled.

"Thanks for your help, Grom. And by the way, I think you should check the Lestrange vault, but be careful, they put the Flagrant Curse and Gemino inside."

Grom frowned and looked at Harry's back for a few moments before leaving the place.

"Over," Harry said, placing the bags of galleons on a goblin's table.

"Harry?" At that moment, a voice came from the side and Harry looked curiously.

"Fleur?"

 "What are you doing at Gringotts?"

"Mm... what do you do at Gringotts? Taking money, of course," Harry replied before laughing a little at Fleur's slightly annoyed look.

"I thought you wouldn't be coming around here after what happened in... well, you know," Fleur said with a softer look. She tightened her grip on the scrolls and books in her arms. The tournament had been really tough. Many blamed Harry for Cedric's death, but she knew he wouldn't do such a thing. She didn't know him too well, but the little she talked to Harry showed her that he was a nice and perhaps shy boy.

"Ah... about that, I actually decided it would be best not to stay locked up at home. I was already messing with my mind too much."

"I see..."

"By the way, Fleur. Do you know where I can buy clothes in London?"

Fleur looked Harry up and down and smiled in amusement. The shirt was clearly too big for him, and his pants looked a little old.

"I think you really need some clothes. And yes, I know some places."

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at the scrolls and books in Fleur's arms, "Don't you have work? Or whatever it is you're doing?"

"I'm just finishing up actually. I had to go drop off these reports and my shift would be over."

"Then I'll accept your help. Thank you very much."

"Your money, boy!" the goblin exclaimed, a little annoyed at being ignored.

Harry immediately frowned. He really didn't like that 'boy', it sounded like Vernon had said it.

"I'll poke your eye out if you call me boy again."

Fleur was shocked by that. In fact, the goblin was shocked too, but then he laughed. He had heard many insults and death promises from pureblood wizards, but every word was loaded with arrogance and haughtiness. Instead, the words of the boy in front of him sounded more like some kind of joke.

The boy was really upset about being called boy!

 "Okay... just go... boy," the goblin wiped away a tear before shaking his hand. But Harry pointed to a small box that was on the table, and all the other goblins'.

"What's this?"

"Ah... that's a lottery."

"What prizes do you have?"

"Two tickets to a Celestina Warbeck concert."

"Just that?"

"Just that."

"Why?" Harry asked curiously. He couldn't understand how these goblins had a lottery for the concert of the woman who could be the most famous singer in the wizarding community of Great Britain.

"... We like her songs."

Harry looked at Fleur with obvious surprise. She simply shrugged, she was just like him when he heard it for the first time.

"How do I enter?"

 "One galleon and you could be in with a chance."

Harry pulled out five pounds, the equivalent of one galleon, and placed it on the table.

The goblin nodded before taking the box and turning a lever on the side. A sound was heard, which Harry thought was small balls fluttering around inside. The goblin paused and then pressed a button on the box, causing a small opening to appear and release a golden ball.

"Impossible!"

"What?"

"I mean... you won," the goblin said quietly, a little annoyed. That wasn't supposed to happen. The lottery box was made so that only after a thousand attempts would a winner appear, but not even a hundred people had bought it.

The goblin could only hand over the two tickets with grievance.

"You're very lucky..." Fleur commented with some surprise.

 "I feel like you're making fun of me, even though you're not."

At Grimmauld Place, there was a group of people sitting at a table. Sirius was at the head of the table, Remus on his right side, and Arthur Weasley was sitting on his left side.

Molly stood with her hands on her hips as she shouted, scolding the twins. Ron watched with a smile while Hermione simply sighed at not being able to read a book quietly, no matter where in the house she was, Molly's screams could be heard from everywhere.

Dumbledore sat with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He seemed to be thinking about something as he clasped his hands together.

Suddenly, a sound could be heard from one of the windows. Something was knocking continuously. Ron, who was not doing anything, thought about telling Hermione to go check, but seeing her frown, decided not to. So he got up from the couch and walked to the window.

"Hedwig?", surprised by the appearance of Harry's owl, opened the window immediately, letting the beautiful owl in.

"Is it Harry's? Is he okay?", Sirius, who saw Hedwig, asked immediately.

"I don't know," Ron replied a little annoyed. He looked at Hedwig, who stood on Fred's... or George's shoulder.

George... or Fred, took the letter from Hedwig and opened it before starting to read out loud.

Dear bunch of pointless people.

Hi, I'm sending this letter to let you know that I'm fine. A little hungry, but nothing a Ham and Cheese Sandwich can't fix.

 I noticed I'm being watched by some people, though I don't think they're Voldemort. There's no way the noseless idiot would recruit a drunk who trips over his feet while wearing an invisibility cloak.

On another note, I lost my virginity.

I was a little surprised when the neighbor decided to invite me over.

That's all.

PS: Yes, Sirius, the neighbor had a nice arse.

PS: To anyone reading the letter, tell Dumbledore to go fuck themselves for me.

"What a nice godson I have!" Sirius shouted before raising his head and laughing loudly.

Remus pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. The PS told him this was obviously a joke, but it was still infuriating. It was like re-reading the letters Sirius sent when they were young.

"Albus!" Molly exclaimed immediately, almost horrified by Harry's letter.

 "It's okay, Molly. It's clearly a joke on Harry's part," Albus sighed a little before shaking his head and saying, "It is worrying that Mundungus isn't doing his job, though."

"What would you expect from that guy?" Sirius asked with a frown. "He clearly doesn't take the job you gave him seriously, even going so far as to get drunk while watching Harry."

Albus frowned a little. He could understand what Sirius was saying, but Mundungus was the only one who helped the order with reporting criminal activities in the wizarding underworld.

"Aren't you missing something important?!" Freg exclaimed in surprise, also smiling.

"Yes, Harry told the headmaster to go fuck himself!"

"Our Harry..." Fred said.

"He has..." George continued.

 "Big balls! Hahaha!" the two finished before laughing and running away as they saw their mother glaring at them.

Hermione just watched from the side before shaking her head. After a few years around Harry, she felt like this letter would only be the beginning of a series of similar letters. It would get annoying to know what was true and what was a lie.

Having thought of that, Hermione put her brain to work on the case of Harry's neighbor.

Harry lost his virginity. That was it...

True or lie?