A/N: The second of the two original chapters. I did change a bit on this one. Almost all of the part inside of the vault is mine, however the gist of the chapter, and the idea of classes is EmeraldGuardian7's. This chapter explains the different classes of sorcerers. To clarify, not all wizards fit under the classes only extremely powerful ones, like Dumbledore or Voldy. Read and let me know what you think. To all of those that left Reviews: thank you, but I will admit as I stated in the opening A/N that chapter was all but copied over. My writing doesn't really start until the second half of this chapter. I do appreciate the support and will try not to disappoint.


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EmeraldGuardian7's A/N: Another chapter for you guys. Pretty much the standard Gringotts chapter. The first couple chapters are going probably end up being pretty standard to Indy!Harry fics, but I'm trying to move through it as quickly as possible. Hopefully all the "set up" for the story can finish by the end of the next chapter. I have to say I am amazed by the response to this story. Over 250 follows and almost 150 favourites after only one chapter! I really appreciate all the support. Please keep leaving me reviews to let me know what you all think. Enjoy!


Harry stumbled, feeling quite dizzy, as he exited the Knight Bus outside of the Leaky Cauldron. Luckily for him, Daphne and Tracey were able to grab his arms on either side in time, so he didn't do a face plant into the ground.

"Thanks," he blushed in embarrassment. Daphne just gave him one of her trademark smirks, but he could see the amusement dancing in her blue eyes. "Onwards to Gringotts then."

The trio entered the dingy pub, and to his surprise, the two girls kept holding onto his arms. As they passed by tightly placed tables, they had to squeeze themselves in closer to get through, and Harry found he could easily get used to this new situation he'd found himself in. The pub itself was emptier than he'd ever seen it, with only a few dreary customers seated at the bar, getting drinks from Tom. The middle aged barkeep looked a mixture of surprise and amusement at the fact that Harry was escorting two ladies into the Alley, but he didn't comment, only giving a nod of recognition as he passed. Harry figured he'd learned not to announce his name out loud after the time he had in his first year. Harry inclined his head in response, before heading out the back door.

"Would one of you ladies mind opening the way or at least allow me to free my hands for a second to do so?"

"I've got it!" Tracey moved away and suddenly her wand was in her head. He didn't even see her pull it out making him wonder if she'd had it out the whole time. He figured it was probably a good idea, especially these days.

Diagon Alley, much like the pub they'd just left, was severely lacking in shoppers. The ones that were present scuttled around quickly, looking over their shoulders nervously every few seconds. Most of the major shops he'd gone to in past years were still open, yet some of the smaller ones were boarded up.

All of the shops both closed and open sported numerous Ministry pamphlets. Some carried the familiar moving pictures of the escaped Azkaban inmates, while others gave the Ministry's advice on protecting one's families from dark forces. Harry had seen one of said pamphlets a couple weeks earlier, and he would have gotten a laugh out of them if he hadn't realized the misinformation would likely get people killed.

As Harry, Daphne, and Tracey approached the giant marble bank, he stopped suddenly, taking in another particular shop that was clearly abandoned. "Ollivander is gone!"

"Of course, haven't you been the Daily Prophet?" Daphne asked incredulously.

"Uhhh… no. I haven't been getting it at all. I forgot to get a subscription before the end of the year. I usually used to read Hermione's copy. I wasn't interested in subscribing before that cause most of the time they were telling lies about me."

Daphne sighed, "Why didn't you just send in an owl order then?"

"Oh… I never thought of that."

"Don't worry Harry. We'll get you a subscription once we're done here today," Tracey gave him a small pat on the shoulder.

Entering Gringotts, Harry immediately noticed that there seemed to be more guards on duty from the last time he'd been here. The armed goblins followed them with their eyes as they began to cross the floor, menacingly fingering their weapons. Stopping in front of a free teller, Harry waited in silence as the goblin seemed completely focused on weighing the blood red gem in his hand.

"What do you want, wizard?" The goblin barked out his question barely glancing up from his task.

"I was hoping that I could speak to my account manager, please?" The goblin finally looked up, and just stared at him. After a moment he started to feel a little uncomfortable. Why was the goblin just looking at him? Had he done something wrong? He'd said exactly what the girls had coached him to say.

"And? For what house?" The goblin was starting to sound impatient which he knew was not a good sign.

"Potter and Black," he informed him, feeling quite foolish. As much as he hated it, Harry had become quite accustomed to people just knowing who he was. It appeared he didn't rate as highly with the goblins as he did to most wizards.

"Fine. Follow me," The goblin hopped off his high stool and began waddling quickly away towards one of the many long hallways that branched off from the main chamber.

"Thank you very much, sir." The goblin grunted without even sparing him a glance.

He suddenly got an elbow to the ribs, causing him to momentarily stumble to the side. "What was that for?" Harry asked shooting a glare at Daphne.

"What were you doing back there?"

"What do you mean?"

"With the goblin, you dunce?"

"I was just trying to be polite. I know they don't always get the best treatment from wizards so I thought if I was polite, they might be more inclined to have a good working relationship in the future."

Daphne laughed. It was actually the first time he'd her laugh. It was beautiful, and freeing. For a fleeting second he saw behind all her masks to the teenager inside, but soon enough her face was once more impassive, "That was being nice, Harry, not polite," Tracey said. At his confused look, Tracey sighed "Just be firm and direct with them, but not rude, Goblins are a warrior race. They respect efficiency and tact, not 'please and thank you'. They aren't kind to wizards, and even less so to those they think are weak or arrogant." Harry knew Tracey was trying to reassure him by giving him more advice, but it only proceeded to make him more nervous. He'd been intimidated by them ever since Hagrid had declared, 'Clever as they come, goblins, but not the most friendly of beasts.' The more Harry had gotten to know Hagrid the more significant that statement had become, especially seeing the types of 'beasts' he considered cute and cuddly. Harry did not want to cross the goblins if he could avoid it.

They finally stopped at a door. It seemed to be made of the same stone as the walls in the hall, and he couldn't help but wonder how it worked. It had to be magical. The goblin stepped forward and raised his hand up to the stone. Extending one finger, his long curved nail seemed to sink into the stone as if it were made of butter; he then proceeded to draw some kind of pattern. Barely a moment later, it swung smoothly, which almost seem to defy the physics of the material of which it was comprised.

Stepping into the office, the trio followed their guide who stopped in front of a large raised desk, behind which sat an incredibly old goblin, "I have brought the Heir of House Potter and Black to see you at their request Steelwing."

The old goblin looked up and surveyed them through narrowed eyes, "Very well. Leave us." The other goblin bowed before leaving. Turning back to Harry, "What do you want Mr. Potter? You have not returned any official Gringotts communications and only touched your trust vault a few times, leaving the others completely untouched. I was starting to look forward to filling my own coffers from the confiscated items in your vaults as it appeared they were going to go unclaimed... but it appears I was wrong."

"You could have confiscated my vaults?" Harry was nervous at this news. What else didn't he know about?

"Of course Mr Potter," Steelwing smiled, which was quite disheartening for Harry as he got a good look at the goblins sharp teeth, "Being the last Potter, if you had left it unclaimed by the end of your seventeenth birthday, it would become the Goblin Nations property."

"But I didn't even know about my other vaults until today! And I've never received any letters from Gringotts! Dumbledore has bee-"

"Gringotts does not care for the affairs of wizards. We have been sending the letters. If they are intercepted outside of the bank, then we will need enough proof to back your claim. As your magical guardian, Dumbledore has the right to filter your mail, therefore don't expect us to help you."

Harry was a little disappointed that he wouldn't be getting any other help from here. He tried to quickly think of anything else when he got an idea, "Dumbledore lied to the Goblin Nation at the will reading of Sirius Black. He claimed to be there on my behalf and showed a forged note giving him permission!"

"We know."

Harry's mental processes screeched to a halt, "What?"

"We know. We can easily detect forgeries"

"And you didn't do anything about it?" Harry's temper was starting to rise, but a warning touch on his shoulder stopped him from exploding.

"Mr Dumbledore didn't break goblin law so there was nothing for us to do. He was included in the will so was able to access the reading anyway. He didn't try to take any of your possessions, nor influence your accounts. If he had done that, we would have enacted goblin justice and informed you. It is none of our concern if he is intercepting your mail outside of Gringotts and or is neglecting his duties. That is for your ministry to deal with. Is that all you needed today, Mr Potter?"

From the goblins response, Harry could tell they'd been aware of some of the things Dumbledore had been up to, and it irritated him that they just ignored it because it didn't technically break any of their laws, but like earlier, he forced it down, "I'm here to claim the Lordship of House Potter and House Black."

"Very well," Steelwing pulled out two small boxes from somewhere within his desk. "Each box contains one of your Head of House rings. Try them on one at a time. If the ring accepts you, you will see a small flash of light and it will resize to fit your finger. This will officially signify having claimed your status as Head of House."

"What happens if the ring doesn't accept me?"

"You will die, or at the very least lose your mind." It was said in a very matter of fact tone as if it was an everyday occurrence for someone to die or lose their mind. It didn't make Harry feel any better about what he was about to do.

"Oh…," he gulped, "I see."

Approaching the desk, Harry picked up the first box. Flipping it open he was met with a glint of gold. At first he thought he was looking at the Gryffindor lion, but he soon realized it was an actual gryphon, reared up on its hind legs, wings expanded. There was a small ruby inlaid as the eye of the magnificent animal.

Pulling it out of the box, he noticed slimmer band nestled beside it that he assumed would be for the future Lady Potter. He clicked the box closed and set it back on the desk. The other ring would wait until he actually got married. Steeling himself, he pushed the ring onto one of his fingers. He relaxed slightly as the ring flashed and shrunk to the perfect fit. To his surprise, he felt a pulse of magic race through his body as he did so. It felt warm and familiar.

Taking a breath he did the same to the next box. This ring seemed to be made primarily of silver. The crest housed three ravens and an armoured arm holding a wand aloft. It also prominently displayed the House motto: Toujours Pur. Each of the raven's eyes seemed to be tiny inlaid diamonds. As he placed this ring on another finger, it too flashed and resized to fit. The magical pulse that was dispensed this time seemed colder almost, but not unwelcoming. It also appeared larger as well, as Harry could feel it flowing out of him and through the walls of the bank, into the unknown.

"Woah! What was that?"

"I believe that was magic accepting you as Lord Black. Did you not feel something similar after donning the Potter family ring?" Daphne asked.

"I did, but this one seemed different, the Potter ring seemed to almost throw a wave of magic inside of me, yet the Black family ring seemed to pulse outwards."

"Well you are the last Potter. There are still members of the Black family alive. It was probably just searching them out," Tracey suggested.

"Hmm… maybe-"

Steelwing interrupted, "Is that all you need Lord Potter, or are you going to waste even more of my time with your… questions."

Harry scowled, "I just need to visit the Potter vault. Then I'll be done." He wasn't sure that he was ready to visit the Black vault yet. There wasn't anything he needed in there just yet, and if it was anything like Grimmauld Place, it was probably full of cursed objects, that he knew he didn't have the experience to deal with.

"Fine. I'll call a goblin to take you and your guests down. Now get out of my office."

"He was a real piece of work," Harry commented as they waited out in the hall.

"I told you so," Harry just stuck his tongue out at the blonde pureblood girl causing her to huff in annoyance.

"Some of the lower down goblins are a bit nicer, especially to important clients, but the account managers are always nasty old buggers," Tracey added. "I think by the time they rise high enough to fill that position, they're so old they're always ornery."

A younger looking goblin waddled into view, "I am to take you to your vaults. Follow me."

"See Harry," Tracey indicated towards the goblins back as they followed him. Harry just gave her an incredulous glance. He didn't strictly consider this goblin that polite. Tracey sighed before leaning over to whisper in his ear, "They're still goblins Harry. At least this one hasn't tried to insult you yet. That's polite for a goblin!"

They walked for a few more minutes before finally reaching a familiar looking mine cart. Climbing inside, the two girls squeezed in after him, pushing their bodies up against him as they tried to fit. Harry tried not to, but couldn't help the enjoyment he got out of his current predicament.

A several minute rollercoaster ride later, the cart finally stopped deeper in the bowels of the bank than Harry had ever been before.

"I was told to inform you that the contents of your trust vault were moved to your Family Vault now that you have accepted your Lordship." Harry and Tracey exited the cart somewhat clumsily due to the carts cramped quarters, but Daphne made it out looking as regal as ever. Tracey just shook her head as she observed her girlfriend. "Place your signet ring against the door to open it. You're companions may enter with your permission as well, but will find themselves unable to remove things from the vault. The Potters were always creative with their wards." Harry was shocked, it sounded as if the goblin was giving a genuine compliment to a wizard.

Harry did as he was told. He felt his ring grow warm momentarily once he placed it against the vault door. He removed it as soon as he heard the groaning protestations of the hinges as the giant door swung open. Mouth hanging open in awe, he idly gave the two girls permission to enter as he stepped inside.

Off to the one side of the vault were mountains of gold coins, some silver, and a few bronze. He was used to seeing large amounts of money from his trust vault, but this definitely dwarfed that.

"With all the things Dumbledore's done, at least he hasn't squandered your riches. House Potter has always been known for being very wealthy, even if they never through it around like the Malfoys," Daphne said eyeing the gold.

Tracey let out a loud whistle, "That is a lot of gold! I always wondered why you never put Malfoy in his place when he went around bragging about his wealth. The Potters are just as wealthy or even more so now seeing as Malfoy Senior was always using it for bribes."

"I never knew… this was here the whole time and I never knew…" he murmured quietly.

Suddenly feeling a hand on his shoulder, he turned to see Tracey looking concerned, "I'm sorry Harry, I didn't think before I spoke. It's not your fault you didn't know." She blushed, "You'll probably learn soon enough I don't always do a great job filtering my thoughts before I talk. It's gotten me into loads of trouble in the past."

Harry actually felt a warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach at her words. She already seemed to somewhat care for him, and it had only been a day. Even his own friends rarely apologize to him for anything, and they'd said some pretty insensitive things in the past.

"It's OK, Tracey. I know you didn't mean anything by it. It just sort of hit me all at once. If you two hadn't come to tell me all this today, I most likely would have never found out about any of this. I've never had much to remember my family by, and if what Steelwing said was true, I could have lost all of this without even knowing it. So thank you, both of you."

Tracey smiled, and Daphne snorted as she turned away, "If you two are done having your tender little moment, let's start looking through all of this."

Despite her harsh words, Harry had seen the beginnings of a blush of her face before she'd turned away. From what he'd noticed about the two girls so far, it was obvious they'd both been raised in and were very knowledgeable of pureblood society, despite that, as Tracey had informed him earlier, she was actually a half-blood like himself. They were both incredibly intelligent and cunning to boot, yet Tracey was obviously the freer spirit. She was more willing to speak her mind and show her emotions. Daphne, on the other hand, seemed the stereotypical pureblooded lady. He'd seen hints that she was a lot more like her girlfriend than she liked to let on, but around Harry, who she was just starting to get familiar with, she kept her emotions carefully masked.

They split up after that. Searching through the many shelves, Harry finally come across something useful. It was a small bag, which if the label was correct, was charmed to hold much more on the inside than should be possible. It also claimed that stick your hand into the bag and speaking the name of the object you were looking for would summon it to you.

The only other thing he'd seen in that area had been stacks of old paintings and furniture, so he hurried over to the other side of his fault, and began filling his new bag with enough Galleons to last him a while. Deciding to explore another corner of the spacious vault, Harry began walking in that direction. He soon came across Daphne flipping through what appeared to be old files.

"Find anything important?" Daphne startled slightly at his voice.

Regaining her composure she answered, "A few things. I found the address for Potter Manor. It seems the land has been in your family for even longer than I expected. I was searching for the deed now because I was curious how far back it goes."

"But with the address we'll be able to access it now? We don't need the deed to gain access?"

"No, I was only looking to sate my own curiosity. Your signet ring should allow you onto the property just like it did this vault. It'll probably be best to check it out when we're done here. The address had a portkey with a note saying it will take us to the front gate." She said holding up an old rusty key and a note.

"That's a good idea," but then Harry suddenly had a thought. "Should we all go to Potter Manor before we get the betrothal contract situation figured out? From what you said it sounds like we should get moving on that as soon as possible. How should I even go about writing that? I know the goblins handle contracts and such, do we talk to them about writing it up?"

"It's probably best for you to check out your manor first so we can check that it's still habitable, that way if you need to get work done on it, you can that set up quickly. As for the contracts themselves, goblins only store them, they don't write them. You could, as Head of your Houses, write them up yourself, but due to your lack of experience, I would suggest hiring a solicitor."

"Solicitor? How am I going to go about hiring one of those?"

"Your family probably still has one on retainer. I'll see what I can find," Daphne went back to sorting through the copious amounts of paperwork. Just when he had decided he had waited long enough and he was going to go see what Tracey was up to Daphne made a discovery, "Here it is! It appears your parents got work done with Andromeda and Ted Tonks several times after they got married."

"The Tonkses? I know their daughter… she's an Auror… and a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Do you think I can trust them?"

"Yes, they would have had to have taken oaths to not divulge your family's information. Even if they are Dumbledore sympathizers, the most they could do is drop you as a client. They still wouldn't be able to share anything you tell them. From what I understand Andromeda was your godfather's cousin?"

"Yes I believe so. He told me she was disowned from the family for marrying a muggleborn."

"That's what I thought. As Lord Black you could reinstate her into the House of Black. They would owe you even more of their loyalty after that."

"I guess it's something to consider. I-"

Before, he could continue Harry heard Tracey shout, "No way! Harry! Daphne! You two have got to see this."

The two teens hurried through the rows of shelves trying to find where Tracey was. When he'd first heard her shout, he'd thought she might be in danger, but her words calmed him. It just seemed she'd found something exciting. They finally located her along the back wall. Skidding to stop, he looked around trying to see what the big deal was. He heard Daphne gasp beside him before murmuring, "Oh Merlin… there's no way... "

"What?" He noted both the girls had their eyes fixated on something hanging on the wall. He assumed it was the beautiful banner he had just noticed. It was a deep, dark blue. In the centre there was a crown, with what looked like a staff and wand crossed underneath. Around the crown were twelve pairs of crossed wands and swords arranged in a circle, like a clock. "Are you guys looking at the banner? It's pretty cool, but what's the big deal?"

Both girls looked at him in shock, but Tracey was the one who spoke up, "Don't you know what that is?"

"Uhhh… no…" Harry turned to look up at the banner, again. "What is it?" He asked. Both girls just stared at him, and Harry's grin faded. "What?"

"How much do you know of Camelot, Harry?" Tracey finally asked.

"Umm… not much. I know Merlin was the most famous wizard of all time and served under King Arthur."

"That's it?"

"Yeah…"

"OK, let's sum it up. King Arthur had his famous Knights of the Round Table. But, he also had a Round Table of Sorcerers as well. Merlin led them for him. Each sorcerer was a different class, making them a strong force to deal with."

"Class?"

Tracey just sighed at that. "I'll explain in a minute. Let me finish first. Of the twelve sorcerers, only five are known by name. Four were the grandparents of the founders. And the last was the great-great-grandfather of the Three Brothers."

"Uh…?"

"I'll tell you there story at the Manor. I forgot how much you don't know having grown up with muggles," Tracey said as she gave him a sympathetic look. "Oh well I love that story! It was my favourite as a kid."

"Dear Merlin, what's it doing in my vault!"

"I don't know," Daphne finally spoke. "Your family must have been connected to Camelot somehow." Daphne was thinking furiously, and Harry imagined he could almost see her brain chugging away on something. "Your family must be even older than I originally suspected. Purebloods have always prided themselves on how far back they can trace their lineage, but no one can go back that far and know for certain. This is pretty much proof that the Potters existed in some form back then."

"I never knew you were such a history buff, Daphne."

The girl in question's usual mask had completely slipped, and when he spoke, he got a full honest to god blush. Harry had to work hard to not smirk at his accomplishment.

"It's always fascinated me. I don't care about it for the same reason as most purebloods, but I really do enjoy it. It would be so much better if we didn't have Binns at Hogwarts. There's so much more out there to learn about than the goblin rebellions."

"I don't share Daphne's enthusiasm for all things old," Tracey pointedly ignored the glare she was receiving, "but I do think this pretty exciting. I did find a cloak on rack back over there that had the symbol of the Round Table on it. It was clearly extremely magical, and was impossible for me to discern its properties."

"Wait, do you think it's one of the original cloaks? There's no way it could have survived that long right?" Harry asked.

"Well the stories do say that Merlin was the one who enchanted them. Besides it has a family crest on it."

"What?!" Daphne asked, looking excited.

"Yeah, look." Tracey pointed to an old, regal looking cloak with a logo matching the banner across its back. The front bore a crest that Harry didn't recognize, but he could tell it didn't match his ring. It was a shield, with two red quarters on the top right and bottom left, with the other two quarters being blue. In the centre was a golden lion with two crossed wands behind it.

"I don't recognize that crest, but it does seem familiar," Daphne said. "I'll look it up in my family's library, back home."

"Should we leave it here?" Harry asked.

"Actually Harry, I think you should take them with you," Daphne replied.

"What? Why?"

Daphne sighed, "It has to do with some of the stuff I wanted to tell you about soon and sort of connected to my love of history."

"Ok…"

"The Ministry of Magic has slowly been restricting the knowledge of magic over the centuries. The stuff we learn at Hogwarts is nothing compared to the knowledge that's been lost. How do you think four wizards and witches were able to build Hogwarts themselves? It's a highly magical place, maybe even sentient. There's no one alive today who could repeat that feat, probably none of the other magical races either. The magical peoples from that time were able to do so much more. Wandless magic was a lot more prevalent, and sorcerers were much more common. The Ministry doesn't like this information getting around because they can't control it. Yes both Dumbledore and You-Know-Who are powerful, but it's their knowledge that makes them dangerous, and they've barely scratched the surface."

Harry had paled slightly, "How will I ever have a hope with matching them then if all this knowledge has been hidden?"

"A lot of the older families have managed to retain texts on older forms of magic. You're family library will most likely contain many of these. This actually ties in directly to what I explained to you earlier about the formation of the Traditionalists. Those practices I spoke about earlier that we want to protect is that knowledge that is passed down within families. It's the muggleborn influence that has tried to wipe that out."

Harry felt a little annoyed by her explanation, "I wouldn't go that far. There's nothing wrong with mug-"

"I never said there was anything wrong with muggleborns Harry. As I said earlier, I am all for integrating them into our society, but we can't let these ancient practices of magic be lost just because they are now passed down within families. Tell me, how do you think your friend Granger would react to knowing that there were whole branches of powerful magic she couldn't study just because they were part of a family's private collection. Do you think she would care that it may be a part of that family's history? Their heritage? I don't know her that well, but I am sure she would demand access to it, and if that failed would eventually try and have it wiped out because she couldn't do it herself."

Harry's first urge was to defend his friend, but he forced himself to actually stop and think about what Daphne said. He was certain if Hermione ever came across the knowledge that this information was out of her reach it would drive her mad. He knew she had an insatiable need to prove herself, and if she was stopped from doing that, he didn't know what she'd do.

"I guess you're right. I'm sorry if I reacted badly. I know you explained it before, but I'm just so used to people go offing about blood purity superiority that I'm sensitive to the topic."

Daphne sighed, "I know Harry. That's why I hate the Death Eaters so much. They've turned what was a just cause into hate filled vendetta that they believe excuses their behaviour against anyone they deem unworthy. Anyway, getting back on topic, we will need to find your affinity first. There are actually different classes of sorcerers based on the type of magic they use. The Ministry likes to pretend that doesn't exist, but it is still prevalent in other areas of the world."

"Classes?"

"Yes classes. Dumbledore is most likely considered a Conjuror. He uses extremely advanced transfiguration and charms to make or change anything around him to his advantage. You-Know-Who would be a Warlock because of his mastery over the dark arts. Warlocks are the most common among Dark Lords, and powerful Aurors. They have a strong affinity to curses, hexes, and jinxes. Not to mention, they are pretty much impossible to beat in a one on one duel. Nicholas Flamel is probably the most famous Alchemist of all time, and he's also considered a powerful Enchanter. There's actually a lot of speculation on what Merlin himself would be classified as. It's pretty widely accepted that he was the greatest Sorcerer to ever live, at least in England, regardless of his class."

"How do I figure out my affinity, or rather what class I am?"

"Normally your skills just show themselves over time, but you have to master your own magic to the point of being able to claim to be a sorcerer, first."

"Ok. I think I got it." Harry said, after a while of deep thought.

"For now, let's go check out how well the old manor has held up over the years." Tracey said, with an excited grin.

"What about the cloak?" Harry asked.

"We can take it with us in the bag you got. We never know when we might need it to gain an advantage." Daphne recommended.

"True." Harry agreed. He placed the cloak in the bag and picked up the portkey.

"Should we leave now?"

"Not yet," Daphne said. "It would be rude to not leave through the bank's entrance. But, I think we made the goblin wait outside for a long enough time."

The trio returned to the cart. After another cart ride to the surface with an irate goblin, and a thoroughly pleased Harry; they left the bank. Diagon Alley still looked incredibly empty, so Daphne turned to the others and suggested going to Potter Manor, stating her family house elf should be able to bring them lunch there.

"How do I activate the portkey?" Harry asked.

"It should work by touching your wand to it," Tracey replied.

Harry tried, to no effect, causing all three to look confused for a moment.

"Maybe the ring?" Harry asked after a minute of thought.

He placed the signet on the portkey, which began to glow blue. Harry hurried and grabbed Daphne, who grabbed Tracey, as they felt the familiar tug behind the naval and disappeared from the Alley.


A/N: That's it for now. Next chapter will show Potter Manor and explore the Potter family. We will also start to see the politics of the Wizarding World.