It had been two weeks. Two whole weeks since Sirius had died. He still couldn't wrap his head around it, it felt so unreal. Slowly, Harry began understanding that Sirius was truly never coming back.

"AAARRGH!' Harry screamed as he fell onto his pillow.

"BOY! Was that you up there? You better stop that racket before we throw you out, you hear me?" Uncle Vernon's muffled voice was heard throughout the house.

Harry turned over on his bed. Hedwig flew into his room with another letter. Must be Hermione trying to get me to "vent" again, he thought. Over the past week Ron and Hermione had written to him several times. Harry was beginning to become annoyed at them. What was there to vent? Sirius was dead, it was his fault, that was that. Why the bloody hell did they keep telling him that he needed to talk to them?

As Harry went to throw the letter across the room but stopped. That handwriting wasn't Hermione's, and it certainly wasn't Ron's… As he opened it up, he saw that it was actually a letter from Ginny. Huh.

Harry sat up on the bed and began reading the letter.

Harry,

The past week has been very hectic. I'm not sure if Ron has told you, but we are almost completely moved out of the Burrow. You know where we moved. I'm not sure if Ron told you because I know that he has been sending you mail about every second your owl comes by. Today I decided I would just give you a break because honestly, it's annoying me, so I can't even imagine what you might be feeling right now.

And is it me or has Hermione begun to go a bit over board with the whole control thing that she has going on? I mean, I told her yesterday that you were probably just stressed out so that's why you hadn't written back (I don't blame you by the way) and she freaked out and told me that I should try to get you to "vent" along with her and Ron. Whatever that means, don't worry, I'm not doing that. But, I am here if you want to talk, but you know that you don't need to. You don't owe me explanations and you shouldn't feel as if you do either.

Sirius was not your fault. I know that you feel differently, but Sirius was a big boy. He died doing what he thought was the right thing. He didn't die in a prison cell, or in his "home" like Dumbledore probably thought he should do (honestly, he never let him out anywhere) and he died helping you Harry, doing the things that needed to be done to save you. I know that for some reason that prophecy was very important, so if Sirius died to get it for you, I think that you shouldn't hold a grudge. I'm just going to assume that it has something or everything to do with the war, and we know Sirius was doing everything that he could to end it.

Tensions are running high here. Since Sirius died, no one really knows who the true owner of the house is, making it very hard to sleep at night not knowing if a Death Eater is going to just come walking in one day. Remus and Tonks don't seem to mind staying up late together keeping watch though (finally they get together).

Anyway, if you find yourself bored (like I do right now), please write to me. You can tell me about how fat that cousin of yours is.

With love,

Ginny

Harry couldn't help but smile at that last bit. Dudders had slimmed out a few pounds over the year, but just a few.

He re-read the letter and decided that he would very much enjoy writing to Ginny. He sent a letter off to her and asked Hedwig be discreet, to which she hooted and flew off. Not more than five minutes after he sent off a letter to Ginny did another owl fly through his window. It was a large barn owl carrying a note for Mr. H. Potter.

Harry picked up the note, gave the owl a treat and sat on his bed.

Mr. Harry James Potter,

Gringott's is in order to inform you that your account has been modified in some ways. Since you are of age in the Goblin community, we would like you to come to the bank and meet with Bognok later today at 4.

We are very discreet and will not let anyone know of this meeting.

Sincerely,

Ritnot Sr.

Harry began thinking for a moment. This would be perfect. He could go to Gringott's, get some money for clothes, food, anything that he might need, and come back. But, how would he get there…

"Dobby!" Harry said out loud, before he had a chance to stop the words from getting out.

With a loud pop the small house elf was standing in front of Harry. "Mr. Harry Potter sir! You's has called on Dobby? It is so good to see you Mr. Harry Potter! The best wizard in all of Britain!"

Harry laughed, "Dobby, it's so good to see you. How have you been?"

"Dobby has been very good sir. Dobby has been quite bored though, there are no students at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore is wanting to give the house-elves a break for the summer."

Harry nodded. "Well, if you aren't too busy, would you mind helping me for a little while today?"

Dobby's eyes seemed to light up at the idea. "Yes,! Dobby would love to help the greatest wizard master Harry!"

"Can you take me to Diagon Alley later then?"

"It would be my pleasure sir!" Harry smiled at Dobby. "Would master like his room cleaned?"

Harry looked around. It was pretty messy, but he didn't want to force the house elf into doing anything he didn't want to do. "If you would like to Dobby, but you really don't have to."

"Dobby wants to clean for Harry Potter!"

"Alright then, I'll go get ready to leave and you can clean my room. But please don't leave the room, my relatives would freak out if they saw you again."

Dobby looked slightly angry suddenly, "Those pig nosed… Have they been treating master nicely?"

"Dobby, please don't call me master, but, they haven't been treating me too badly yet." He looked at the still angry Dobby, "But I don't think that will be a problem much longer."

Harry walked to the bathroom and showered. Dudley had recently learned the art of gelling his hair, much to Harry's amusement. As Harry looked in the mirror he noticed that he must have grown slightly these past weeks. He put a little bit of gel in his hair and tried to style it. Surprisingly, it looked very good gelled into a windswept sculpture as if he had just gotten off of a broom. He made sure that his hair was covering his scar though. That was the point after all.

When Harry got back to his room, he had hardly recognized it. It was spotless. Dobby had even cleaned Hedwig's cage. Harry noticed that there was a small pile of sweets in a bowl by his bed.

"Dobby, this is fantastic!" he said to Dobby who was now folding the last of Harry's huge shirts.

"Master Harry Potter is too kind… What time is we leaving sir?" Harry looked at the time and decided that they were going to be late if they didn't leave soon.

"Would you mind leaving now Dobby? I just have to get my cloak."

"Yes, nows is fine. Here you go Harry Potter, I folded the cloak and hid it ins your pillow case." Harry noticed a very smug grin on Dobby's face.

"Very good idea Dobby, thank you." He put the cloak over himself and told Dobby that they needed to go to Gringott's to meet with a goblin by the name of Bognok. Dobby disapparated them straight to Bognok's office. "Thank you Dobby. Would you like to wait with me?"

"It would be Dobby's honor, Harry Potter sir," he said thanking Harry.

A goblin walked into the room. He looked at Harry as he took off the cloak and went to his desk. "Please place a few drops of blood on this parchment." Harry nodded and made a small cut with a pricker that the goblin had given him in his wrist. As the blood spilled out onto the paper he saw words appear.

Mr. Harry James Potter

Vaults:

Harry Potter tuition, Potter, Smit, White, Black, and Gryffindor

Properties:

Homes: Godric's Hollow, Montrino's Cove, Trianly's Village (4), Isolate locations in Germany (2), France, Italy (3), and Number 12 Grimmauld Place

Apartments: London (4), currently all rented out.

Land: Egypt, France, Scotland, Netherlands (2), and Italy

Hotels: Paris, Holland

Islands: Gryffindor Isle Estate

"What?" Harry asked the goblin, dumb-struck. The goblin himself turned, impressed, to look clearly at Harry.

"I do apologize, my name is Bognok." Harry nodded to say hello, but really couldn't talk at the moment. "I understand that you are now over 15 years of age, are you not?"

Harry nodded again, "Yeah, I am turning 16 soon. Is that a problem?"

"No, no, not a problem at all. Goblin's come to age at the age of 15. We are sorry that this is the first you have been informed of all of your wealth. We had tried to contact you on your birthday last year, but we had a request from your headmaster to wait until you were older."

He told them to wait? Did he even know about all of this? He always thinks he can take over everything. He wouldn't let me help with the order, he always forces me back into that horrible house for the summers, never even treating me like the grown man I should be treated as. That's it. I am through with him. Harry was thinking all of these things as he sat down in a chair in front of the Goblin's desk.

"But, with the recent change of a main account, the Black account, we had to inform you of the new properties, the one in Italy and 12 Grimmauld Place."

Harry looked up at Bognok, "Did Dumbledore know about my bank account status?"

Bognok shook his head, "No, he would not have been informed since he is neither parent nor a guardian. It is strictly against our rules to discuss any of the vaults and their contents with anyone other than the owner of the vault itself."

"Oh, well thank you. Also, it says that there is a White Vault, a Smit Vault, and a Potter Vault? I thought I had all of the contents of the Potter Vault, and I have no clue as to why the Gryffindor vault would be there as well."

"Well," Bognok started, "when the people or families of old pure blood backgrounds die out, they tend to leave their money with other pure blood families, such as the Potter or the Black families. When the White's had died they left their vault to the Potters, and when the Smit's had died they left their vaults to the Black's." Then Bognok smiled at Harry. "And since you are also heir to Gryffindor, the last known heir, you have every right to fully access the Gryffindor vault. Please take note that the Gryffindor Vault has not been opened since hundreds of years ago, so the interest has accumulated into quite an amount over the years. As well as that of the Black and Potters although they have been used over the years."

"I am heir of Gryffindor?" Bognok nodded. "Why hasn't the vault been opened in so long?"

"Well, the vault itself was kept a secret for so long that the families must have started a new one, such as the Potter vault, and forgotten about it. And no one has every had a blood check in your family, or if they did they just chose not to open the Vault."

"I knew Harry Potter was a great wizard!" Dobby squeaked in the corner.

"Would you like to visit your vaults, Mr. Potter?"

***

When Bognok took Harry to the entrance of the path, Harry stopped for a moment. "Excuse me, Bognok, are you taking me down?"

Bognok looked up at Harry, slightly startled, "Well, yes, that- that isn't a problem is it?"

"No, no, er, it's just that usually Griphook goes with me to the vault…" he said scratching his head.

"Oh." Said the surprised goblin, "these vaults are extremely old, very valuable. Usually we have an older goblin go with the wizard."

"Would it be alright if we invited Griphook? I thought I would say hi while I was here…"

"S-sure."

"Mr. Harry Potter sir is a wonderful sir!" said Dobby.

Harry chuckled and turned to him. "What makes you say that Dobby?"

"Well Harry Potter, yous is not only letting a house elfs go with you to your family vaults, but also invited Griphook! That is quite unheard of Mr. Harry Potter sir!" Dobby's eyes were wide with wonder.

"Oh, well, I just thought that Griphook wouldn't mind coming along. It seemed as if he were a tiny bit nicer to me each time I came, so I just wanted to continue down that street."

Griphook came around the corner looking surprised and very happy. Harry smiled and stuck his hand out. "Griphook, it is good to see you! Would you mind escorting me and Dobby with Bognok to some of my newly acquired vaults?"

Griphook looked like he had no idea what to do with Harry's extended hand. Then he realized that he was trying to shake hands with him and smiled a true smile at Harry, shaking with him. "It would be an honor, sir!"

Harry shook his head, "Oh stop, it's Harry and thank you for agreeing to come."

Bognok looked at Harry in a new light. As they descended into the cave on the boat, Bognok just could contain his curiosity any longer. "Mr. Potter, may I please ask you a personal question, sir?"

Harry looked startled but nodding in agreement. "I noticed that you shook hands with Griphook. May I ask why?"

Harry looked confused for a second before answering. "Well, that's just what people do. I never really thought about why."

"No, excuse me sir, you misunderstood. Why did you treat him like an equal?" Then Harry understood.

"Oh. Well, I just don't really think of you any differently than I would of a wizard or witch. I treat everyone with the same respect. I'm sure you remember Hagrid who is part giant? Well I treat him the same way I would anyone else. I just thought that Griphook deserved my respect, since he has done business with me before and I found him to be helpful. Why would I treat him any differently?"

"You are truly one of a kind Mr. Potter." Said Griphook, touched by Harry's words.

"Please, call me Harry. Mr. Potter was my grandfather, I'm sure." The two goblins smiled.

"Mr. Harry Potter sir, Dobby is very thankful for coming on this trip with you."

"No problem Dobby, I wanted you to come. I really don't know what to expect."

"To be honest, I'm not sure many know what to expect in the Gryffindor vault." Griphook was steering the boat, taking directions from Bognok.

"Yes, I have never even been inside. Only two or three over the years might have, just to add some money from interest."

"Then is it safe to assume that you two are excited as well?" Harry was smiling at the two goblins. It was surprising him how happy he felt today. He hadn't felt this happy, well maybe not happy, but this not sad since the Weasley's ultimate prank.

"Excited?" Bognok was looking at Harry as if he had two heads. "I doubt that that even scratches the surface! And I am sure that Griphook here is doubly so, he hasn't even been in the vaults of some of the richer families yet."

Griphook was beaming at Harry, "Bognok is all too right! You don't understand what an honor this is to a goblin, and a request? There has never been a request before in the banking history, at least I don't think there has?" He turned his head to Bognok.

"I agree, I had never even heard of a Wizard requesting the service of a goblin before. Harry, you might not realize it, but you have just promoted Griphook several times over. He is now in the same position as me, and I have been working here for over 100 years."

Harry did not know how much commotion he had apparently stirred in the bank. He looked up at Griphook as the goblin began talking again. "I will forever be at your services as well Harry, I will do all of your banking for you, even contact you daily if you so please. I am in your debt."

He started blushing, "No, I don't want you to think that you owe me anything. I just wanted your company was all. And I am happy that I could do something for you. I know that you probably aren't treated well by many wizards, but they are mostly jerks. I honestly don't see what's so bad about goblins, I mean, I am having a good time with you fellas."

The goblins smiled a wide smile and looked at each other than at Harry. "Well, sir, we are nearing. I must ask that you pay close attention, there is a lot of magic down here and we wouldn't want anything bad to happen." The boat stopped and the two goblins rushed over to the entrance. "I would also like you to know, Mr. Potter, that although the Whites were one of your vaults, their vault is attached to the inside of the Potter vault, though represented as a separate room. Take as much time as you please." Bognok turned to instruct Griphook on the proper hand movement and finger as well as the charm they had to cast to get inside.

"You mean you two don't want to come in?" Harry asked them.

The goblins looked at each other again, and just smiled at Harry. "We would love to! And since there are two of us, we can! I'll watch the doorway first Bognok, and you can go ahead with Harry first."

The goblin opened the vault and let Harry enter first. As Harry walked in, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. There had to be millions of galleons inside. Not only were there galleons, but there were antiques and papers and book selves stacked with more and more books. "Dobby?" Harry called out.

Dobby rushed over. "Yes Harry Potter master?"

"Please stop calling me master, and, do you think you would be able to find a latter anywhere around here? I would like to look at some of those books near the top, but don't know how to reach."

"Yes, Dobby is on it Harry Potter Sir." Harry just stood around looking at all of the riches.

"Bognok? What do you think the most valuable thing is in here?" Harry asked him.

Bognok looked around. "I am actually not sure, Harry, but would you like for me to like around and see?"

"If you would like to, I wouldn't mind."

Bognok bowed to Harry. "I would love to Harry."

Harry walked around the huge stack and found portraits on one side of the room. In there other room, which he thought to be the Whites, Harry saw piles upon piles of precious jewels and fine jewelry. In this one as well he saw many books, some looked to be very old and hand written.

"Harry Potter, I think I have found one of the more valuables in the area." In front of the goblin was a huge black diamond. The diamond was not cut or finished, not by any means, but there wasn't a flaw on it. Harry looked all over it and smiled at Bognok.

"That's very nice Bognok, thank you. Can you try to hide it somewhere, I don't want anyone to find it, I think I know what I want to do with it one day. If you find anything interesting, don't hesitate to call."

"I will enjoy to hear what you have done with this when you do decide to do something with it. I am going to tell Griphook to come in. Do you need anything else?"

"No I am fine, but can you please tell Griphook to come in and look for the most valuable thing as well?"

"Certainly Harry."

Harry look around, smirking to himself. That diamond has to be one of the greatest things he had ever seen. The goblins will surely enjoy it.

"Griphook, do you think that the Gryffindor vault would be suitable for me to continue on to? I doubt that there are too many other things in there that aren't in here…"

"Of course Harry. Lets continue on then." The goblin said walking into the room. "But, I do want to show you what I thought would be the most valuable item, to you, in this room."

Griphook walked over to the Potter vault again and pointed to a portrait in the back that had two people on it. "No…" Harry whispered. He full out sprinted to the portrait and stared. "Dad? Mum?" he cried looking at his parents.

"Harry! Hunny! I wish this weren't the way that you would be forced to speak to us. I love you so much!" Lily said to her son, crying also.

"Son, you have your mother's eyes…" his father said, also tearing up.

"How- why- I love you." Harry said, feeling faint.

"Are you okay Harry? You should sit. What's happened? You don't look healthy, is the war still going on?"

"Mum, the wars still going on… just, I really do have your eyes." He smiled at his dad, "But I have your quiditch skill." James smiled a proud smile and pumped his hand in the air giving a "whoop" while Lily slapped his arm. Harry turned back to his mum and got serious again. "Yes, the war is still going. It started up as I won the Tri-wizard Tournament."

"You WHAT?" his parents said together. Harry smiled. "I thought you would like to know that. This past year I broke into the Department of Mysteries and broke almost all of the prophecies in there as part of an elaborate trap of Voldemort's to attempt to murder me, and hear our prophecy. But-" he started breaking down then, "I fell for the trap and Sirius, he died! I killed him! Bellatrix shot the spell, but I know that it was really me who killed him Dad, I'm so sorry." And he started crying. Griphook was now patting Harry's back and Dobby was giving Harry a tissue. "Thanks," he mumbled.

"Harry, you didn't kill him. He is happy here on the other side playing pranks with me and bickering with your mum. I promise. And he would be jinxing you like you were his brother. And, mind you, he did NOT like his brother." That made Harry laugh. "Thanks Dad."

They stared at each other for a moment before Harry spoke up again. "Mum, Dad, if I thought that Dumbledore was doing something wrong, would it be wrong if I started training and, well, not going against him, but going my own route?"

"Harry, you have the blood of the Potters in you. There is no way that you could ever be misguided from your heart. Just follow what you know is right."

Lily was nodding with her husband, "And always, just trust that one person who you fall in love with and never let them go. And please," she said looking straight at Harry, creating a link of green between the two eyes, "chase the one you love until you catch them. It's worth it." She said then looking at her husband who was hugging his wife then turned to Harry, "If you have to run for years Harry, you make that run. Never give up on love."

"Yes Dad." James and Lily smiled at their son as he turned away and walked with Griphook to the entrance.

"Are you alright Harry?" said the concerned goblin closing the vault off.

"Yes, Bognok, I just had my first talk ever with my parents. Even if it wasn't entirely real, it felt real, and that's all that matters to me."

"You are very wise Harry. Too far beyond your years. Then again, I suppose you have to be. With that dirt snake still searching for you."

Harry laughed. "Too right you are my good sir. Now, lets see what the Gryffindor Vault is all about!"

The two goblins were very excited as they went as quickly as they could to one of the first Vaults ever built. They leaped out and both repeated something that Harry did not understand. Griphook placed his hand on the entrance and it melted away. All four of them gasped. "This is…"

"There's so much…"

"I've never…"

"Sir Harry Potter is incredible…"

They walked into the vault that was easily the size of a mansion with HUGE piles of gems and stacks upon stacks of galleons. There were more books than in the other vault and Hogwarts put together. Harry raced over to a portrait of Gryffindor and smiled at him. "Sir, I am in your house at Hogwarts and am very proud of it too sir."

The portrait gave a hearty laugh then looked Harry up and down. "If you are, and you are my heir, then please, take anything and everything. Especially my portrait. There isn't much to do around here…" Harry laughed and promised he would get around to it someday.

Harry went over to the books and noticed a trunk that was very large. He attempted to open the trunk, but found it sealed. He touched the tip of his wand to the trunk and it popped open. Well that was odd.

Harry looked into the trunk and couldn't believe what he saw. He climbed into the trunk and found an entire apartment inside. "I love magic…" he said. He looked around, completely stunned. It was very dirty, but he could clean it up. He noticed a table with a note on it.

Hello my friend, my family. I am sure that I am well gone if you can read this. The charms would only let you in if such were true, and if you were one of my heir. But, I would like to say, welcome. This just might be the ultimate place in the wizarding world. I know what you are thinking, it's just another extended compartment of a trunk. But let me stop your thoughts there. It is not.

Yes, there is something much different about this compartment. Since you have opened it, you are no doubt under the age of 17. Not yet legal in either the muggle or wizarding worlds. Ha! I stumped you, I know. This is part of the charm, my friend. Only someone in need of this trunk will be able to open it. You may use magic in here as well. Just tap each cushion of the couch with your wand and turn the lamp on and off. The room will change much like a room in Hogwarts called the room of requirement. Just think of what you need to do and the room will change based on what you need to get done.

Also, please enjoy this trunk like I have. I know that it isn't too much, but it is very valuable. you will find that I will help you since you obviously need it, since I let you in. You will not be able to apparate into the compartment, although house elves might be able to.

May love inspire the courage in your heart.

Godric Gryffindor

Harry was stunned when he left the trunk. He immediately asked if it would be possible to bring it home to which Dobby said he would do it himself.

"Griphook, Bognok, would you mind answering a question for me? How do I remove all of these books and place them in a home? I mean, I don't want to yet, but I would love to be able to someday."

"Very good question sir. We have much of the same magically powers as house elves, we would be able to apparate all of it in and out no problem," Bognok answered.

"Very well. Also, is there any way I can have something to put some money in? I forgot to bring a bag."

Griphook laughed and shook his head, "Harry Potter, I am going to give you a gift today, just because you have made me one of the most highly regarded goblins in the business, I am going to give you a Money Bag. It is much like a muggle 'wallet' I believe, except you open it up and instead of there being money, there is a black hole and you say how much money you need and you just pour it out. Of course there are different varieties of the money bag, but they are mostly made for women and the men tend to just use the wallet."

"You don't have to give it to me Griphook…" the goblin waved him off as he snapped his fingers and gave Harry a new wallet. "Try it out sir. It is connected to your smallest bank account, the only one you were aware of until today, and once that runs out it will automatically go to the next smallest account. This ensures that you will get the maximum interest possible for your vaults."

Harry thanked the Goblin profusely and decided that it would be smart to get a few books while he was down here. He chose very interesting ones that he thought would benefit him most:

Wandless magic : True magic

Animagi : Everything you want to know

Wards : Basic

Wards : Advanced

Healing : Beginner 1

Glamour : Without the sparkles, with the sparks

"Dobby, would you be able to shrink these as well as the trunk and make them normal size when we arrive at the house?"

"Dobby would love to Harry Potter sir!"

"Griphook! Bognok! Whenever you're ready, I am!" Harry shouted through the vault. He stepped outside and waited with Dobby.

"Sorry Harry, we were just so amazed!"

Harry laughed and they went back to Bognok's room they were in earlier. "Alright Harry, this is the final stop, here are the properties that you own with the infidelus charm upon them. After Sirius' death, you are the secret keeper and owner of Grimauld Place and Potter Mansion. Here are the forms with the names of people able to go in and out of each house. All you have to do is cross out a name and it will erase from the paper and that person will be unable to enter. You add the name if you want them to be able to enter." Harry stared, yet again, amazed at the new information.

"Thank you so much Bognok," Harry stuck out his hand for the goblin to shake it and did the same for Griphook who was trying to thank Harry again. "Nonsense, and I'm sure I am going to take you up on that offer to help me with the family investments." Harry winked at him and Dobby said goodbye and they left.