As soon as he and Remus made eye contact, Remus quickly glanced around to see if anyone of the Order was watching him, then gently raised his off hand with the palm down and made two quick shoo'ing gestures and mouthed, 'Go back inside'.
Harry smirked and, looking away, quickly and only slightly shook his head.
In that couple of seconds, Harry also saw that everyone else in the Alley had stopped to watch. "Bloody idiots,' he thought. 'They should either realise trouble was afoot and bolted, or run into one of the shops to demand the aurors be called.' He didn't see even one of them do that.
'At least they're smart enough not to get directly behind Dumbledore and his flunkies or, worst still, move through the gap between them and me.
After a few seconds had passed while none of the main players moved, Dumbledore's expression had changed to one of irritation. Clearly he expected Harry to do something, or at least say something.
"Young man," the old coot finally said. "Who do you think you are to have demanded audience with the Potter Account Manager?"
Harry cocked an eyebrow back. "Well!" he suddenly said. "It appears I need to have words with Gringotts' management about client confidentiality."
That clearly irritated the old man. 'Yeah, he's paying a goblin off to feed him specific information. One, at least, would be concerning anyone coming in and talking about the Potter accounts.'
"I must ask you, again," said the old man. "Who―"
"Must ask me again?" asked Harry, cutting Dumbledore off. Something he knew which really got under the old man's skin. "It sounds like someone has you under a compulsion charm, old man. You might want to get that looked into."
While Dumbledore barely reacted except to frown a little harder, Ron Weasley shouted back, "Who do you think you are, dark wizard, to ask questions of Albus Dumbledore? If you're trying to get into the Potter―"
"Do shut up, Mister Weasley," Harry cut in, cutting the red head off. "Just looking at your face makes me want to vomit. I do not need you compounding the problem by opening that maw you call your mouth and spruiking bullshit."
As Ron stood gaping back, Harry saw Nymphadora's hair turned red and she had to slide behind Remus to hide the fact she'd started giggling. Harry could tell by the shaking of her shoulders.
"Besides," smirked Harry. "Aren't you the one who, as soon as Harry Potter went through that Veil of Death thing, you helped yourself to his personal effects; including his very expensive Firebolt?"
Ron's expression changed from one of shock to one of embarrassment then to one of anger in only a couple of seconds.
That's when Harry felt the tickle on his Occlumency shields. His first line of defence, a self operating beater's bat, firmly whacked the probe as if with a cricket bat stroking for a 'six'.
Dumbledore flinched hard back. Harry turned his attention back to the old man and said, "Now, now, Albie-my-boy. Using unpermitted Legilimency on another is grounds for having your arse sent to Azkaban. What a terribly daaaarrrk thing to do!"
Getting angrier Ron finally blurted, "It's you, who's the darkwizard! You're clearly one of You-Know-Who's Death Eaters. You've just taken your mask off, is all!"
"Mister Weasley!" barked Dumbledore in an aside. "E-nough!" He never took his eyes off Harry, though.
"Thank you, Albie," said Harry, smirking. "I see the sound of his voice makes you want to vomit, too."
Ron was now almost trembling in suppressed rage, wanting to shout back, but he held his tongue.
Harry looked to the young man and grinned. "Yes, be a good little pawn, Mister Weasley; a good doggy-minion. If you're a good boy, Albie might give you a doggy treat later. You'll have to sit up and beg for it, though."
Ron looked like he was going to disobey the old man until Dumbledore snapped a quiet, "Stay silent!" at the boy. Then he quickly turned back to Harry, ready to say something.
However, before he could, Harry looked to Neville.
"And here we have the famous Neville Longbottom; the backup so-called Chosen One. How does it feel to be Dumbledore's second choice, Mister Longbottom? Of course, he only came to you when he supposedly got his first choice killed."
Longbottom's expression went to the near-instant flatness of Occlumency shields gone up full.
Then, before Neville could say anything, if he was about to, Harry had already turned back to Dumbledore. "I hope you're now taking better care of your little pawns, since then, Albie. Or, do you consider Nevvy to be a... bishop perhaps? Is that why he's tucked in close to your side? Just like a bishop to your... queen?"
As Neville frowned and began to move away, Dumbledore said, "Stay where you are, Mister Longbottom." And Neville moved back.
"Oooh... you've got your little bishop trained well, Albie," snarked Harry. "You must be giving him plenty of doggy treats. You do make sure he eats them, don't you? I wouldn't put it past Thief Weasley to steal them and shove them into his owngob."
He now had both Ron and Neville flushing red in anger.
Behind Ron and Ginny, Harry saw Remus looking back with a barely concealed smirk and cocked eyebrow. He'd also stopped trying to gesture for Harry to go back inside the bank.
Dumbledore, finally seeing his spot to speak out and look grand while doing it, snapped, "Young man, whoever you are, I must insist you stop this, at once!"
"You do, do you?" asked Harry. "Well, then; go ahead!"
With a sudden look of confusion, Harry saw the old man was stumped.
Harry sighed and almost perfectly mimicked Dumbledore's own 'I'm so disappointed in you' pose and voice inflection while doing it. "Very well! Insist!"
"Errrr..." said the old man.
Harry rolled his eyes and, in an 'I'm explaining this to a small child' voice, explained, "You said you must insist something, though it sounds like yet another compulsion charm in effect on you. So, go ahead and insist."
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