A/N: I know, I really shouldn't be starting a new story, but my muse's for the other stories have temporarily left me where as this story I have a outline for, and kind of know where I want it to go! Please read and review, thanks!

Chapter One

Harry Potter was not what one may call an average teenager, and yet, he was exactly what one would call an average teenager, for completely different reasons altogether. See, Harry Potter was known as "the-boy-who-lived" by a vast population, though this population was hidden in its own society, and kept away from the muggles. To muggles, Harry was just another rebellious teenager who was shipped off to a school for incurable criminal boys. When in truth he was a wizard, and attended a special boarding school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Now, Harry was what the muggles would call "normal" but to the wizards, the world he lived in for ten months the year, he was anything but normal. They held him in high respects, as long as the ministry decided he was a good guy that week. Yet, when the ministry said he was crazy, he was torn off the pedestal they put him on, while still being expected to defeat the most powerful (self-proclaimed of course) dark lord of all time. That course could prove to be tricky as the general public refused to believe that the self-dubbed Lord Voldemort was actually back.

Of course, all Harry ever wanted was to be "just" Harry. So after the (supposed) death of his Godfather, he refused to believe that it was really a death. He refused to believe that the one link to family he still had was really torn away from him again just after he'd finally found it. With that thought process, we find our young hero on the Hogwarts express on his way home from his fifth year at Hogwarts, sitting in a compartment filled with his closest friends and yet, completely alone in his mind. No one really knew how to help him, and so they all agreed to just leave him be. The young snake in a Lions body had no problems with this as he needed time to think, and if everyone thought he was grieving it made everything that much easier.

His thoughts were those of all the things that should have gone differently in his life, and how he was going to correct them.

Tell the Dursley's they're on their own, I'm sick of being treated no better than a house elf.
Convince Moony to help me find a way to get Siri back. I refuse to believe he's dead.
Find a place big enough to stay and have Hermione and her parents come to stay with me.
Write to Mal-Draco. I should have accepted his hand in friendship when he offered it, I hope he'll hear me out.
Have Luna enhance the wards around her house. Dumblebee said he would see to it that the houses of those who accompanied him to the ministry had top notch security, but you can never be too sure.
Write to Neville, he may be shy but he knows the Potter family history best being a Longbottom.
Visit a healer and see if there are any charms or blocks on me.
Visit Gringotts, they would know if Sirius was really dead.
Cut ties with all Weasley's except for the twins, Bill, and Arthur. Molly has been too involved in my life and I have a feeling that Ron and Ginny aren't even Weasley's. They look too much like someone else to be related to the Twins or Arthur, as does Percy. Charlie is Switzerland until I know for sure if he is a set up like the others.
Start training for things I think I need to be trained in so that I can win this battle and live my life. I refuse to be Dumblebee's little pawn anymore.

The list was quickly written down in the journal that Hermione had given him. A quick surveillance of the cabin let him know that Dean and Seamus had come out as a couple, which pissed off Ginny, who had tried to sit on his lap to get back at Dean only to be blocked by a charm that Luna had thrown up. He sent her a grateful smile and then looked around some more. Neville was pretending to be reading a Herbology text while Ron was spewing off homophobic slurs. Hermione was playing with her cell phone that she had gotten the summer before. A little tinkering by her and the twins and she had been able to make it run off of magic and electricity so she could keep contact with her friends in the muggle world. A quick switching spell made a note that Harry wrote in his journal appear as a text on the phone.

Mione, I know you trust the headmaster unwaveringly, but would you be willing to hear me out on some key points this summer? I have no intention of returning to the Dursley's please keep this to yourself. :)

A small gasp was the only indication that the spell had worked. He quickly rewrote the note for Neville who had resumed reading his book and used the same switching charm to make it appear in his Herbology notes. Looking at Neville he received a nod and that was the end of that communication. Before he could do the same for Luna and her Quibbler magazine, his notes on his page became jumbled and Luna had sent him a note instead.

I see that you're blind loyalty of the headmaster has wavered; the wrackspurts must be leaving you. I will await your summons for a meeting to discuss further loyalties. Be safe in you adventure Harry. 3

It was decided that he also needed to invest a cell phone for not only him, but Neville, Luna, and Draco as well, possibly even Dean and Seamus once he felt them out some more. After his exchange with his three friends, the raven haired boy went back to writing a list in his journal, on a fresh page. This time it was a list to prove his many theories. The first theory, Dumbledore knew that Sirius was innocent yet sent him to Azkaban anyway.

Sirius was never given a trial, only the chief mugwump could have granted such a request.
A powerful wizard would have had to complete the fidelious charm, the only one he knew that was powerful enough in recent history were Professor Flitwick who loved his mother as his own daughter, and Professor Dumbledore.
The castor would know that Peter was used as the Secret Keeper.
Sirius once told him that Dumbledore was there the night the spell was cast.
Sirius was on an order mission the night of the attack and realized too late that the attack was to happen that night.
Whenever Wormtail tried to hold baby Harry he would cry and say "BAD WIZARD BAD WIZARD" and it's said that babies are very sensitive to dark magic which would have been present in the dark mark.
The only people that are ever sent to Azkaban without a trial are those that the government doesn't want out in the open because they are innocent but know too much, which Sirius did. He knew that Dumbledore ordered Peter to give Voldemort the address because he wanted to see his fake prophecy come to fruition.

After making certain that he had everything he could think of on the list, he moved on to his next theory, the Weasley family (at least part of them) were a set up to get Harry to "join" the light side.

A mother who has been taking children for years, and went to Hogwarts herself, has to go the muggleborns way of getting on to the platform, and then also says in a loud manner when close to Harry that they are looking for the platform and she can't remember where it is.
Doesn't bother to introduce Harry to the twins, only Percy, Ron and Ginny.
Arthur had no idea of the going ons, because he was genuinely surprised when he saw Harry at their kitchen table that summer.
The twins were loyal to Harry above their family because he believed in them and gave them the money to start their shop.
Ron was always jealous over simple things like Harry getting a new broom since he had always only had hand me downs.
Ginny had an unhealthy obsession with him that should have died out after she met him but yet hasn't.
Has heard Molly late at night talking to someone (whom sounds a lot like Dumbledore) about needing more money from "the boys" vault. Only to be told that she will get more when "their" daughter is impregnated by him.
Ron and Ginny look and act a lot like Dumbledore; they even have the starts of that annoying eye twinkle.

This list hurt the young teen to make the most. Ron was his first friend, ever, and now he was being forced to make a list of all the things that proved it was a fallacy. When he was finished he couldn't believe some of them hadn't pointed it out sooner. Of course his suspicions were confirmed when the next bit of conversation penetrated his ears.

"Harry have you received your invitation to the ministry ball yet? Now that you're going to be sixteen you're old enough to attend. I got my letter forwarded to me by gran last week." Harry scrunched his brows together to show his confusion before shaking his head and looking to Hermione for help, she just shrugged and turned back to Neville to see if he would continue to explain. Unfortunately Ron decided that moment to lose his mind.

"Of course he hasn't, don't you know Dumbledore screens all his mail, anything that he thinks shouldn't be sent to Harry gets filed away in a hidden room in his office, why would he want to pamper Harry? He's nothing special." As soon as the words left his mouth he clamped his hand over it and looked around to see what happened. Luna gave a dreamy smile.

"So that spell really does work, I'll teach it to you another time Harry, I got it off a muggle tele show." She went back to her magazine and Ron and Ginny ran out into the corridor, they could be heard arguing all the way down the train.

"Well that was interesting. No worries Harry, if Dumbledore is screening your mail without consent, then he just signed his own death sentence. It's illegal in many ways to intercept mail addressed to a lord or heir to an ancient and noble house. In case you're wondering, Potter is both." Hermione said as if it were common knowledge, everyone else stared at her, but she just smiled.

"Yeah mate, besides he can't intercept mail that is sent to you via Hedwig. Personal owls have a charm on them that prevents interception. The only way to do so would be to physically harm her, like Umbitch did earlier in the year." Seamus added, Harry nodded and went back to his musings.

When the compartment had been silent for several minutes Harry looked up and looked around, seeing that the Weasley children were still not present, he cast a locking charm on the door, and a silencing charm on the whole compartment. Seeing the confused looks he was receiving he motioned for everyone to pull in closer. "Listen, I trust all of you in this compartment and I want to talk to you about some sensitive matters before we get off the train." They all nodded and waited for him to continue, but before he did he cast a spell that Sirius taught him to reveal any listening devices that were active in a room. He found two, one was his glasses, which he took off and threw out the window, he took a second pair out of his pocket and put them on. Hermione looked shocked at this and he just made a movement that told her it would be explained. The other listening device was one of Hermione's shoe, which he happily took a recording of a muggle musical called "Les Misérables" and put it on high in a bag with Hermione's shoe. When that was settled he looked back to his friends.

"Okay, first of all, I've had a second identical pair of glasses since last summer. I wear them sometimes when I don't want to be overheard by Dumbledore. The last spell I performed was one to detect listening devices in the room. The reason I took Hermione's shoe was because Ron and Ginny put a poorly placed listening charm on it. So they are currently listening to my favorite musical from the muggle world." Here he paused and let the new information sink in to his fellow classmates. Once he was certain he had their attention he opened his journal to the second list he made. "This is a list I just made while I was scribbling away in my journal. It's a list of the reasons why our esteemed headmaster had to of known that my Godfather is innocent, yet still didn't vouch for him. He will vouch for Snape who is a death eater but not an innocent man." Dean and Seamus who had no idea that Harry had been close to his Godfather were surprised to hear that Dumbledore knew all along.

Luna looked as if she was ready to say 'I could have told you all of this if you asked.' Neville was pondering the thought about his own Godparents. His parents never told his grandmother who they were, but he knew that he had to have them as both his parents were pureblood and they named Godparents a month before the mother would have the child. Hermione just sat, waiting to hear the rest, she refused to make any judgments until all of Harry's cards were on the table, though she knew in her heart that she would follow him no matter what happened, even if he were to declare an undying love for Voldemort! At that thought she burst out laughing and had to subdue herself quickly from the glares she was receiving.

"Sorry, I just had a very interesting thought and it was quite hilarious, though very unrelated to the matters at hand, go on Harry." She nodded at him when he gave her a look telling her he wanted to know what was so funny at a time like this.

"Well it is my belief that the veil he fell into was not a "veil of death" as Dumbledore called it, but one of a test of some kind. I was in the library a while back researching the department of mysteries because of those visions of the door I was receiving, when I came across reference to the "innocence room" there wasn't much about it other than there is a tall silvery veil that calls to those whom have been falsely accused of something and when they step through they will be gone from this world for exactly one month. Problem is, it didn't tell on how to retrieve the victim, so I went one step forward and two steps back, so to speak." Hermione and Dean nodded in understanding, and after a moment so did the other three. Harry and Hermione had been subtly teaching Neville muggle terms since first year.

-In another compartment—

"Why are we hearing music? Is this even really music? It sounds like a story or something!" Ron said exasperated that their latest plan had failed. He knew Harry's glasses weren't working because they had been silent for far too long.

"Well it's obvious isn't it? Someone has taught either Harry or Hermione the spell to detect listening charms on objects around them. Now we've failed mother and father." The red haired girl slumped down on the seat and whistled out the window. After a moment Pigwidgeon showed up and she gave the owl instructions to go sit on the window ledge to Harry's compartment. The owl had only been gone a minute before the music coming from their charm stopped and they heard a cold voice say, "Your owl will be killed if it tries to spy for you again." Both shivered in fear, not knowing who the voice belonged to scared them. Of course both were to think to realize it had been Harry using a voice altering charm that Dean showed him. Before they could even get their hopes up the music was back and they both sat their dejectedly.

-Back with the heroes—

Harry through Pig out of the compartment window and sealed it against all animals except for Hedwig and Remus' owl.

"Hermione, this next bit of information is going to make you mad, but let me explain before you start yelling, alright?" She gave the younger boy a glare but nodded anyway. "Alright, you all remember the crazy house elf who tried to "help" me in seconded year, and the drunken one who came to Hogwarts when her master disowned her after the quidditch cup?" They all nodded and Hermione instantly knew where this was going, and regretted agreeing to wait until he was finished. "Well they have bonded to my family, not because I needed them mind you, but because I they didn't they would have died. Winky was on her way to drinking herself to death and Dobby had been free too long, both needed a family or their elf magic would kill them. When house elves were created, they were created to be servants, not necessarily slaves as most use them, but as maids and butlers. In fact both my elves receive 1 galleon a month and 3 days off a month as well. That's all they would agree to mind you. Neither of them where those disgusting pillow case rags anymore, they are both wearing the absolute best in elf fashion with my family crest on it. They are more than just my house elves; they're part of our family. They know I consider you all family, and as such if you need any help you may call them and they will help you. The only request I make is that you not punish them if they mess up. They know they are not to punish themselves and to always ask how you would prefer something be done if they do it wrong." Again receiving nods from everyone he waited for the verbal lashing he was about to get. To his surprise it never came, and this was because Hermione, Gryffindor know-it-all was shocked that Harry knew something that she didn't. She never knew that free elves die if they do not find new work soon enough.

"Harry I think that what you did for them is a great gift and I would be honored to have them in our make shift family." She smiled at him and he relaxed back in his seat. He knew that there was more to discuss but figured that it could wait for a little while, he wanted to take a short nap. So before anyone could ask him if he was done he turned towards the window and watched the scenery until his eyes slowly drifted closed. The others decided to rest a bit as well and mull over the information that had been shared with them. Harry had left the charms up so they knew he had more to discuss when he woke up.

It was nearly 5pm when Harry woke up and looked around, he smiled seeing they were about a half hour from the station. "Guys wake up, we should change into muggle wear." With that he stood up and gathered his clothes to go change in the bathroom car so the girls could have the compartment. Seeing this the other boys stood up groggily and followed suit. Their trip to change was interrupted by Malfoy who noticed the missing red head and decided to try and rouse Harry through that.

"Decided to finally ditch the Weasel then Potter?" He bit out trying to sound convincing.

"Yes, actually, we have. He is a git and doesn't deserve to be in our presence, he is beneath us." With that he led his group the rest of the way down the corridor leaving behind three shocked snakes.

"That was brilliant Harry, Malfoy has no idea what t do, what with you being civil and all!" Seamus said through a chorus of laughter.

"Yes well, we should all get used to calling him Draco, I have plans to regain my life and live it my way, and he is included in those plans, at the very least as a friend and trusted confidant." With that he stepped into a stall and started changing leaving his friends to wonder if he was going dark. Deciding that Harry going dark is about as likely as Dumbledore singing barney they all shrugged and joined him in changing so they could get back to the compartment and discuss the plan for the summer. As soon as they were all ready they left to make their way back to their lady friends.

"Alright, you all should know that I have no intention of returning to my relatives' house. In fact if this summer goes in a favoritable manor I may not even return to Hogwarts, I may take up my education elsewhere…while stealing some professors just to annoy old Dumblebee!" Harry smirked at the shocked faces. "Oh and before I forget, does anyone really have a problem with Malfoy because I have every intention of making him mine before summer is over." The looks on his friends' faces were priceless, so much so that he wished Collin was there with his camera! Hermione looked torn between crying out of joy for Harry finally finding someone he likes and admitting it, and screaming at him for choosing the ice prince.

"Guys calm down; I don't even know if he likes me like that." With that he went about putting feather light charms on all their trunks and belongings so they would be able to carry them off the train. When he finished the train started slowing down and he looked around before saying, "and the adventure begins!" before grabbing his things and making a break for the door before anyone could recover. Since he was waiting by the train door he was the very first one off when it was completely stopped, meaning that while everyone else was struggling with their trunks and things, he was already to his uncle.

"Boy get in the car. We're leaving for a vacation and we are on a tight schedule. You better not touch our food while we're gone." Vernon Dursley barked out before roughly grabbing his nephew by the collar and pushing him towards the barrier. As soon as he was let go of, Harry spun around grabbing his wand in the process and pointing it at his uncle.

"Listen up; I will only be saying this once. See that guy over there? The one staring at us and looks sickly but somehow gives off a very strong vibe? He's a werewolf and considers me his cub; do you know what that means?" When his uncle's only response was to continue turning purple out of anger, he continued. "Let m enlighten you then. You mess with me all I have to do is whisper his name and he will be on you like white on rice because we both just lost someone very close to us and we're not to be messed with when our pack is hurt. Now, I will not be returning to your hovel this summer, or ever again. You and your family are on your own, I haven't considered that place home since I was 11 and first set foot in my school, not to mention my blood was used to resurrect the dark lord, so now we share blood, meaning those lovely wards that Dumblebee likes to say are there, really aren't. I don't like being in your home anymore than you like me being there. Too bad for you, if you would have treated me like family, I would have been inclined to share some of my fortune with you, oh well all the more to buy quidditch teams with!" A smirk was the only indication Vernon had of Harry's tirade being over.

"Now you listen here boy, we were told by that headmaster of yours that your Godfather just died, so we know there is no one else in the world that cares about you. We are getting in the car now, and if you don't want to be part of our family any longer then good riddance. Here's a parting gift for you." The walrus man reached his fist back to strike his nephew only to hear the child whisper 'Moony, he's going to hurt me again.' Before he knew what was happening there was a thin man who looked like he could be on deaths door throwing him across the platform.

"Listen here you despicable muggle, you ever try to even touch my cub again and I will rip your throat out and then turn your son into a monster during the full moon. No one hurts our pack and that includes muggles of the walrus variety. Now I believe Harry said he was leaving, so get lost you scum." With that Remus turned to make sure the James Potter look alike was alright. Both men waited to say anything until the Dursley's were completely gone. Remus gave Harry a soft smile before guiding him over to a fireplace that was there for flooing onto or away from the station. "Harry, where are you going to go if not to your relatives? My door is always open I'm sure you know this." Harry nodded before hugging the only link he had to his parents and Godfather at the moment.

"I'll be fine Moony. I'll send you a letter as soon as I have some things figured out. Don't worry, I will be safe, if anything happens Dobby will find you immediately. Don't send me anything unless it is with a personal owl, seems Dumblebee thinks he can sift through my mail at will." With that said Harry through some floo powder down in the fireplace while saying "Diagon Alley!" As the green flames died down Remus Lupin smiled, his cub would be just fine; he was finally living his life for himself.

-Diagon Alley—

Harry landed in an almost graceful manner in the Leaky Cauldron. Several people were shocked to see a student just off the express, supplies and all, coming through the floo. Without talking to anyone, Harry started towards the bar to tell Tom that he needed a room. Upon seeing the scar on his forehead, Tom granted him permission and told him that for an extra two galleons a night he would tell anyone who came looking for him that he hadn't seen the boy since the previous summer. The Gryffindor nodded and headed up to his usual room and started to unpack. Once he was done he decided that he needed to send some letters off to certain people, noticing that Hedwig seemed to be either out rounding up mail for him or hunting he decided to send his letters via house elf, it was quicker anyway.

Hermione,

First off love let me tell you I'm sorry for dumping all that on you the way that I did, but I needed to say it before we were off the train, I hope you understand. Oh and as for my safety, don't worry, I'll have the club of the clucking chickens going crazy trying to find me, the people around me have been instructed to keep my presence non-existent! =] I hope you understand when I tell you that I can not tell you where I am at the moment, however I will in a few days when I have a more permanent location. Trust me, it's best if we don't converse via letter in case of attacks. You know why.

I will write again soon my sister.

With love,

Harrison J. Potter

A quick inspection of the letter and he nodded to himself, deciding that if it were found then no one could get any information out of it other than he was doing this to drive Dumbledore crazy. Happy with the first letter he decided to write the next one. Deciding Luna's would be the hardest to code, he went with Neville's next.

Neville Longbottom,

Your presence is required at our shared favorite shop. This meeting shall commence at exactly 009 on the day after you receive this note. No worries mate, I really just like spy films. Anyway, bring your gran. Remember, Honeydukes? Well just think it over.

With Regards,

Harrison James Potter

Chuckling to himself slightly as he read over the slightly cryptic note he couldn't wait to have ice cream for breakfast the next day. Happy with his latest missive he set about the second to last. This one he was almost dreading writing.

Dragon,

I hope it's alright that I call you this, it is what your name means after all. If you are agreeable please inform the elf that delivers this when you are ready and they will bring you to me. I need to speak with you about a mutual truce.

Awaiting your arrival,

Mooncub

Before he could give himself to change his mind, the young lion summoned Dobby and told him where to take this letter, with instructions to wait until the receiver was ready to come willingly. With that settled Harry quickly grabbed a last piece of parchment and began writing to Luna.

Hey little sister,

Keeping up pretenses still? I hope your father doesn't find out that we know, it would be disastrous if the club of chickens knew we were on to them. Please reinforce the wards, you know the ones I mean, Dumblebee is more likely to take yours down rather than reinforce them and be certain that no one knows you're doing this. Do it at night when the "Weasley" brats are asleep so they don't see the magic from over the hill. Be safe, and expect Hermione, I don't know why but I feel she will be at your house soon.

Love you my Lunastar,

Your brother,

Harrison J. Potter.

Harry had noticed certain structural similarities between himself and Luna the year previous and had asked Sirius and Remus if they were sure he never had any siblings before his parents died. He knew it was a long shot, but was surprised when they answered that he did in fact have a younger sister named Luna that they both had somehow forgotten until asked out right just then by Harry. After that he wrote to Luna asking her to meet him in the Astronomy tower, there they did a spell to see who one's birth parents are and if they have any siblings. Both were astonished when it turned out they were in fact blood siblings and had been separated their whole lives. In order to keep Dumbledore in the dark that they knew, they decided to keep up the pretense of being clueless.

When he was satisfied with Luna's letter he called for Winky and told her to deliver Luna's letter then Neville's and then Hermione's, while waiting for a reply only from Hermione. When the little elf disappeared Harry mused to himself about trying to get Draco to take him shopping in both muggle and wizarding London. The thought of Draco Malfoy willingly taking Harry into muggle London to shop for muggle clothing, gave the boy wonder a good laugh. In fact he was so caught up in his own musings that he never noticed the small pop of Dobby returning with the fair haired Slytherin in question.

"So Mooncub, is it?" Draco asked with a smirk. Harry abruptly stopped laughing and sat up on the bed starring wide-eyed at the new occupant of the room. "Don't get your knickers in a twist Harry, I think it suits you." With that the older boy decided to not wait any longer for an invite to sit and pulled the chair out from the desk.

"Right, er…hi…I wasn't expecting you so soon, but lets get on with it shall we?" Not waiting to see if Draco would agree Harry went over to the desk, leaned across the blonde, purposefully slowing his movements as he was standing back up. "This here is a list, it's a list of things that I have noticed that have happened in my life that I think should have gone differently, while you're reading it over, tell me do you know how to reverse a resentment charm? I am fairly certain that there is at least one on either me or you or both to make us hate each other, as well as one on me and professor Snape." Deciding to give him some time to mull things over, Harry sat back down on the bed. While Draco was reading over the list the younger teen took it upon himself to watch him and noticed that even with a charm that seemed to be weakening as the seconds passed, he didn't mind looking at Draco; in fact he rather liked it. Several minutes passed before either boy spoke again, when they did it was the ice prince who did so first.

"This is an interesting tale Potter; tell me why I should believe it?" The sneer was back and just like that the charm that had been weakening was back at full force. Damn, Dumbledore must have something of mine and Draco's at the school to reinforce the charms with.

"Believe it because it's the truth Malfoy. Sorry to burst your bubble but I'm not the pampered prince you were all made to believe I was. As for the charm well look at how we're acting now compared to ten minutes ago!" He glared at the older boy and hoped that the charm wouldn't run the blonde off. After several seconds Draco raised his wand and whispered 'resentmenta Harry Potter finite!' As soon as Draco had said the counter curse, Harry felt lighter, like there was once a burden that was now gone, and his features softened up a bit. Draco repeated the spell on himself and gasped. As soon as the spell was cast he noticed that he didn't have an ounce of hate for Harry, in fact it felt quite the opposite. "Believe me now?" Harry asked slightly snobby.

"Alright I believe you but what now? We don't hate each other, so I guess I can help you, but you have got to go shopping before I will be seen in public with you." Both boys chuckled at that and decided to head to Gringotts and get out some spending money. It was going to be a long night, shopping in two worlds, for entire wardrobes, not to mention something to keep these wardrobes in. Plus Harry decided that as a peace offering he would buy Draco and himself both a Pheonix Bolt. The newest, fastest broom on the market, for now, Harry was in the process of making the plans and first make up of his own broom that he had dubbed "The Marauder" and it would not only be the best broom for quidditch but also be a trick broom, the first of its kind.

The boys set out to Gringotts and both took out their allowed daily total which surprisingly was the same amount of 250,000 galleons. Now, while this seems like a small amount in muggle money, Galleons are worth ten times as much as a English pound, and so they had both pulled out a grand total of 2.5 million pounds. Harry had half of his exchanged for muggle money, and Draco followed suit deciding that if he were going to be dragged into the muggle world he might as well have some money to buy his own treasures with.

"Well where to first? We only have about an hour until the Wizarding shops close down, but at least three until the muggle shops start closing, and they all close at different times." Draco shrugged and pulled Harry off toward the Madam Malkins' shop.

"You'll need at least ten every day robes, along with I would say between three and five formal robes, then you'll need family robes which are formal robes with the crest of every family you're a part of, don't worry we can add the crests later after you know which one's you're a descendant of since I'm assuming the old mad never told you. For now just get your Potter crest, along with our Godparents' crests underneath it. Then you'll need at least two nice dress robes, and you should also get some new school robes." As the Slytherin was talking Harry just stood on the platform and let the seamstress take his measurements while pointing to colors for his new robes. His every day robes were multi colored. He ordered three in black, four in navy blue and three in dark grey. His formal robes, without the family crest on them, were all in a dark blue that had an even darker purple trim. His family robes as Draco called them were in black again with the purple trim, and had the Potter family crest proudly on the left breast, with two smaller crests underneath, Black, and Longbottom. He agreed that his school robes needed replacing and so he asked for his school robes to be made in the finest material she had for school robes, the rest were all cashmere and silk. His dress robes were the last thing on order and Harry couldn't decide until he saw Draco looking at a premade robe that was a lovely deep blue color that looked lovely with the blonde's complexion, he asked Madam Malkins to deliver that robe with his and that he would pay double the price it was worth if she put an automatic refitting charm on it so it would fit Draco. He got one in Deep purple, and then another in black and they were told the robes would all be delivered in the morning with the morning post, they left the shop with a smile and Madam Malkins set upon her biggest order since the Christmas rush.

"Where to next, shoes?" Draco got a glint in his eye and Harry was actually afraid, that is to say, he was afraid for his sanity not for his own life.

"We won't be doing shoe shopping here, we'll go next week and get you proper shoes in Paris." With that said the blonde pulled Harry off to look at the different trunks in the trunk store. "When you get a place of your own we can look for a wardrobe but for now a multi-compartment trunk will have to do. I suggest having one custom made and delivered in the morning. That way you can pick the charms that get put on it, and what each compartment is called as well as what compartments are in it. When you custom make one you can have up to 12 compartments." Harry thought it over and went up to the counter, he asked the owner how much it would cost for a custom trunk and was told it depended on the compartments and charms chosen but anywhere from 15 to 75 galleons. Harry nodded and started writing down what he wanted in his trunk and the charms he wanted on it as well. When all was said and done he had a compartment that was his own personal library, a compartment that would hold his school things, a compartment that was for his muggle clothes only, and one for his wizarding clothes only, as well as a compartment for potions making, and a "panic room" type compartment, which would act as a safe place to hide if the need for it arose. There was also a compartment to hold all his quidditch paraphernalia including a special case to hold all of his brooms. The last compartment he had was only a small one for odds and ends only that compartment would act as a shelf on top of the others, instead of a real compartment. All he had to do was tap the lock and think of the compartment he wanted and it would be ready for use when he opened the top. The charms he had placed on it were; anti-theft, making it impossible for someone to get in if they had ill intent, anti-lock picking, making it impossible to get in without the password, an alarm charm that would sound if anyone tried to open it without permission, and an anti-destruction charm that would make it near impossible to destroy with magic or by muggle means. Draco suggested that he have the password be a mix of English and Parseltongue. The owner told him that he was allowed to set the password when the trunk arrived in the morning.

"Now for the fun part, the outer design!" Draco exclaimed when Harry had finally set the quill down. Draco picked up the quill and started ticking away at different options. "What do you think of Mahogany wood painted black, with silver finishing's and little snitches around the edge of the lid?" Harry shrugged and Draco guessed the boy wasn't even listening. "I think you should have a saying on the side, how about "I'm madly in love with Draco Malfoy?"" This time Harry made a reach for the parchment and looked it over to make sure that the ice prince hadn't actually wrote those things down.

"Alright I'm listening, yes to the wood, and color, now to the snitches, I want little snakes and hippogriffs alternating. I want my Initials on the ends like a regular school trunk though, so that Ron won't notice right away that it's any different." Draco nodded, and made a tick by the necessary boxes.

"Anything else you need from here?" Harry shook his head and paid the man the total of 50 galleons plus gave him an extra ten galleons for his secrecy.

"We have 15 minutes left, here's 25 galleons, will you go to the menagerie and pick up a bag of "Trina's Treats" and a new stand for Hedwig? She also needs a new cage, and buy a stand for either your owl or a regular post owl to rest on." Draco gave him a look but nodded and walked over to the menagerie. Harry took his chance and walked into Quality Quidditch Supplies and walked up to the owner. "Excuse me sir, the sign in the window says enquire within for a price for the Pheonix Bolt, how much would one expect to pay for one of those?" The owner gave him a calculating look before making a decision and walking to the counter.

"One of them is 500 galleons, unless you're a pro or give me a plausible reason for why it should be less." Harry reined in his anger, he knew the guy was just trying to pull one over on him, before turning to face the counter he flipped his hair out of his face and uncovered his scar.

"How about I go to the papers and tell them about how you're over pricing brooms when teenagers come in to ask a question politely? Or how about a story on how you are funding the Dark Lord?" The second was of course a bluff but he could make it work for him.

"I'm sorry Mr. Potter, I didn't recognize you, the real price is 175 galleons. I thought you were just another snotty kid trying to rebel against your parents or something." Harry smirked, he may hate his celebrity, but sometimes it really worked in his favor.

"Alright, I'll take two. Actually, make it three, no wait. Just to be sure you better make it five, as well as 3 firebolts, and a nimbus 2000 I've missed mine since third year when it blew into the whomping willow." Harry quickly did the math in his head while the manager was still standing there shocked and said into his money bag, 1,150 and before the manager had time to register what has happening he handed over a check that was made out in his name for the amount that he had said. "I expect them delivered by way of my house elf, in no more than 2 hours." With that said he walked out and into the Alley again waiting for Draco.

While waiting Harry looked around and saw a small boy admiring a training broom in the window. The mother came and collected the boy a few seconds later and told him that she couldn't afford it this trip and that maybe next year he could get one, Harry made a quick decision and ran inside and purchased one of the training brooms and then dashed back out. For a moment he thought it had been for not, but quickly located them exiting the alley.

"Excuse me, miss!" Harry shouted after her, thankful there weren't many people left in the alley as the shops were all closing down. "Miss! Please wait a moment!" Just when he thought she was ignoring him she turned around and looked at him curiously.

"May I help you?" She asked politely. Harry couldn't help but notice that she looked to be about his age and wondered if she was home schooled because he didn't remember her from Hogwarts.

"I saw your son admiring the training broom in the window, and overheard you saying you couldn't afford it right now. I never had any toys growing up you see, and I had the extra money, so I just wanted to give this to you both as a present. No child should be without toys." He offered the broom to her and she stared at it a moment before looking back at him, she almost looked offended and Harry quickly added, "Please don't see it as charity, it's just I was an orphan and I lived with my aunt and uncle growing up, and they didn't even want me. I hate to see other children, deprived of such frivolities, like toys, because there isn't enough money. My aunt and uncle use to tell me it was because they didn't have enough money you see, I can tell that isn't the case here, I was just trying to be helpful." Again he held out the broom, this time she took it and smiled.

"Thank you, I've been having a tough time of coming by money you see, I had him when I was only 10, it wasn't intentional of course, I was attacked by a rouge death eater who was trying to relive the old days I guess..even though he was made from a horrible incident, I couldn't bring myself to give him up, and when my mom and dad heard I wasn't going to get rid of him they kicked me out. I was in an orphanage until he was born, when he was born my aunt came and took us away, and we lived with her until last year. She passed away and since then we've been on our own. My boyfriend helps when he can but because of little Ethan I wasn't accepted to Hogwarts so I only get to see him on breaks and during the summer. Do you go to Hogwarts? Maybe you know him, Zacharias Smith." The girl babbled away telling Harry her life story and was surprised to hear that she was the same age as him, only a few months older.

"Yes I know him, I taught him this year actually, in a defense club, did he tell you about it?" She nodded and her eyes widened some when she realized exactly who she was talking to.

"You're Harry Potter?" Harry nodded and smiled sheepishly. "I can't believe I just babbled like that in front of you!" She made to leave but Harry caught her by the arm.

"What's your name, where can I reach you?" She looked as though she was going to ignore him for a moment but then she reconsidered and smiled.

"My name is Amethyst Garrison and I can be reached at the Smith residence." Harry nodded and told her he'd be in contact in a few days. She nodded and thanked him again, Ethan gave Harry a hug and then ran back to his mom all the while smiling about his new broom. When Harry turned back around he saw Draco smirking at him.

"That was nice, what you did for that boy." The blonde commented as he handed Harry his bag from the Menagerie and his change.

"I don't know why, I just felt that it needed to be done." They shared a moment of silence before walking through the Leaky Cauldron and out into muggle London. Harry hailed a cab and told the cabby to take them to the nearest shopping center. When they got there, Harry was glad that they had so much money transferred over. Harry immediately went into a store that looked to be higher end and came out with five muggle suits all in black with black ties and white button down shirts to go with. The sales clerk had also pointed out some nice dress shoes that Harry noticed would work for his muggle and wizard wear. The next store he entered looked to have more every day wear. He picked up about 30 shirts and half as many pants. The pants were either jeans or sweats, while the shirts were a variety of things, there were plain tee shirts, and then some with different slogans and pictures on them. After that was done he went into a different a section and picked out about five sweaters and a heavy coat for winter at Hogwarts.

"Hey Harry, what's this thing do?" Draco asked quietly when the raven haired boy walked into an electronics store.

"It's called an iPod and you can put thousands of songs on it and they play back whenever you want to listen to them." He answered pulling a blue one off the shelf. He then wandered over to the computer section and picked out a laptop as well. When he looked back he saw that Draco had picked out a silver iPod. Harry decided he would explain later what a computer does and bought one for Draco as well. The last stop that Harry made in the mall was at a phone store where he quickly registered for a family plan, with six lines. He decided he would have to come back with Moony and have him get a plan for the adults. When he had six different phones that all had good features he paid for them and walked back to the bench in the corridor to meet Draco. While they were walking back to the park way to get a cab back to the Leaky Cauldron Draco started asking questions that Harry didn't know the answers to, like if he was really supposed to go live with the Dursley's when his parents died, and whether or not he had any idea as to his inheritance.

When Harry realized that he hadn't a clue about these things Draco suggested that they go to Gringotts after the meeting with Neville and see about talking with Harry's account manager. They also decided to go to St. Mungos and be checked for any other blocks or charms that were on them. The conversation lapsed into silence until they returned to Harry's room where upon entering Harry invited Draco to stay the night since it was already 10:30 at night. Draco accepted and they put their purchases away for the night.

"So what say you? Be my new partner in crime and take the Wizarding world by storm? Not to mention giving old Dumblebee a heart attack in the process?" Harry asked sticking his hand out in a gesture of friendship. Draco smirked and accepted his hand.

"Welcome to the Dark Side, we have cookies!" They both laughed at the innocent muggle quote that they'd found on a tee shirt.