Harry Potter aka the Boy- Who-Lived or the Chosen One was lying down on his bed, glaring at his ceiling when Vernon Dursley came in.
"Boy, we have new neighbours and we are having a dinner party at their house. They already know about you, otherwise you would be up here all evening." Uncle Vernon snarled.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," mumbled Harry, getting off his bed.
"Make sure you look nice, I won't have you spoiling my image! None of your freakishness either. They will be here around 7:00pm, make sure you are ready!" His lovely Uncle was turning a light purple.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry repeated, heading towards his dresser.
Vernon glared at him, and, finding nothing wrong with what he was doing, stomped through the doorway, slamming the door shut behind him.
Harry glared at the back of his Uncle's head and pulled out his best clothes, a white shirt, several sizes too big, and a pair of jeans, also too large. He sighed and looked at his watch, it was only 4:12pm.
He walked over to his trunk and dug around in it. After a few minutes of searching, he found a battered bronze key that was hanging on a string, it had a G inscribed on it.
Harry put the string around his neck and tucked the key under his shirt. He walked out of his room, closing the door behind him, and made his way downstairs.
"I'm going out!" He shouted in the general area of the kitchen, where Petunia was most likely.
"Are your chores all done?" She replied in a shrill tone.
"Yes!" Harry yelled, before walking out the front door.
He walked a few blocks before slipping his wand out of his sleeve and raising it above his head.
Suddenly with a loud CRACK! A long bus appeared out of nowhere.
"Hello and welcome to the Knight Bus, I will be your conductor, my name is-Bless me, It's 'Arry Potter!" Stan shouted excitedly. "Ern look 'ere, its 'Arry Potter!"
"Look, I just want on the bus, okay?" Harry frowned.
"I'll let you on for free if ya will sign somethin' for me!" Stan said eagerly, shoving out a waving picture of a smiling Harry in his quidditch gear, and a Self-Filling Quill.
Harry frowned but took the quill and picture and quickly signed the photo. "There, now let me on the bus, I need to get to the Leaky Cauldron." He said quickly and stepped past Stan, onto the bus.
"Next stop, Leaky Cauldron! Take 'er away Ern!" Stan cried out.
The bus got there quickly, and Harry stepped out holding his stomach, looking a little green. He stepped into the Leaky Cauldron and walked straight through to the back, where the entrance to Diagon Alley was.
Harry fumbled with his wand and counted the bricks, remembering the way Hagrid did it three years ago. He tapped the brick with his wand and the wall melted out of the way.
Harry quickly walked to Gringotts and and stepped inside. He walked up to a familiar goblin and smiled.
"Griphook! Nice to see you!"
Griphook, as it was him, looked up in amazement. "Mr. Potter! You remember me?"
"Of course!" Harry said happily. "It was my first time meeting a goblin!"
They chatted for a minute before Harry remembered, "Griphook, I need to visit my vault."
Griphook smiled, it was a scary sight, before calling over another goblin. "Baldaxe! Take over my work here, I must take Mr Potter here to his trust vault!"
Baldaxe frowned but took over Griphook's station without an argument.
"Hey Griphook, what do you mean 'trust vault'? I thought this was my only vault." Harry said, confused.
"Oh no, The Potters are an Ancient and Noble house. They are very wealthy. You will be able to access the other vaults when you turn 14, as that is the age when you are an adult in the goblin world." Griphook said, leading Harry to a cart.
"Hey! I turn 14 tomorrow!" Harry said happily, hopping in the cart.
"Then tomorrow you shall receive a message to come to Gringotts and do the ancient ceremony to receive your heritage." Griphook pressed a button and the cart leaped into the tunnel before them.
"Yippeeeeeeee!" Harry shouted joyfully. "Can it go faster?"
Griphook smiled scarily, "One speed only," He said, before pressing the button again and the cart seemed to speed up.
They quickly arrived at Harry's trust vault and Harry looked in before turning to Griphook.
"Is there anything I can use to carry a bunch of gold, like a Muggle wallet?"
Harry questioned.
"Oh yes, we have a magical wallet that lets you pull out any type of currency. It doesn't access your vault directly, you must go to your vault and say how much money you want put in, then you may take up to that much out before coming back to do it again." Griphook replied. "I will go get you one. I will be back in a few minutes. Just wait here."
Harry agreed and in a few minutes Griphook was back.
Griphook handed the wallet to Harry and Harry stepped inside his vault.
"Two thousand pounds." He said clearly.
Suddenly a pile of gold coins disappeared along with a smaller pile of silver coins, and a tiny pile of bronze coins.
Harry smiled, before jumping back into the cart. "Take it away Griphook!"
The cart quickly sped to the surface and Harry left, waving goodbye to Griphook.
Outside, Harry glanced at his watch again. It was 5:00pm, he still had time to buy some clothes.
Harry left Diagon Alley and stepped into the non-magical London. He walked towards clothing store and stepped inside.
Authors Note:
Thanks for reading my crappy story, please review, it makes me feel better and want to post sooner to please. :D I'll give you a virtual cookie if you review.
2000 Pounds Sterling = 3056.94 Canadian Dollars = 2998.20 American Dollars. Go to : coinmill. com/ GBP_#GBP=2000 (remove the spaces) for any other currency checks.