A/N- Thank you for the reviews. I can't get over how many people put my story on their Alert or Favorite Story list on the first day. I'm aware that this type of story has been done before, but I'm writing what I would like to read. I do want to improve Harry's character, but he won't change into a responsible adult overnight. Wait and see how he develops. I'm happy to say that a few people guessed right with the familiar eggs, but you'll have to wait and see. And yes, when the contract burned it became void.


Ragnok stared at Harry in stunned disbelief. The vow that Harry had just given was very powerful and Ragnok couldn't help but wonder if Harry understood exactly what he was promising.

"Those are powerful words," Ragnok said. After a moment of consideration, he walked over to one of the bookshelves and began running a finger along the titles. "If you wish to train for the remainder of the summer, then you might be interested in also learning the ways of the goblins." He pulled a couple of books off of the shelf and walked back to his seat. After placing them on the desk he ran his claw along the spine of each book. The books glowed red for a moment before they opened.

Harry, still cradling the egg, leaned over and looked at the books. He frowned when he realized that he couldn't understand a word written. "What are those?"

Ragnok smiled and motioned for Harry to give him his hand. Using his claw, he pricked Harry's thumb and guided Harry's thumb so that his blood spelled out a rune. "Goblins use blood a lot for our security wards. Try reading the books now."

Harry looked at the books again and smiled when he found that he could read them. One title was Goblin History and Culture, and the other title was Goblin Language and Magic. The two books looked rather old and Harry could tell that they were very valuable.

"Ragnok are you sure that you want me to read these?" Harry asked worriedly.

Ragnok chuckled and took off his glasses. "Harry, as a friend to the goblins, I definitely want you to read these. In fact, not only do I want you to read them, I want you to keep them. All I ask is that you protect these two books in the Potter Library and that you use your family magic to protect them."

Harry cradled his familiar egg in one arm and picked up Goblin History and Culture with his other. "I give you my word that I will do everything in my power to protect these books that you have entrusted to me."

Ragnok nodded in appreciation and banished the two wills with a wave of his hand. "Now Harry, before I summon Griphook, would you be interested in having a goblin tutor? You could be trained in not only our magic and tongue, but you can also learn something about wielding a goblin made weapon."

"I would be honored to be tutored by a goblin," Harry said with his head bowed respectfully.

"Excellent," Ragnok said with a wide smile. "I shall personally make sure that you are tutored by my finest warrior. We can start your training tomorrow if it is convenient for you. Your Master will apparate to your room at 9 tomorrow morning and then you may lead the way into your trunk. I will make sure that your Master will be equipped with the tools needed for training. He will train you for one week time, but seven months inside of the trunk. I'm afraid that I can only spare him for a week, but after seven months you should be able to handle your own training."

Harry nodded and placed the two books in his trunk. Next he waved his hand over the latch and it locked. Turning to Ragnok he asked, "How do I shrink it?"

"Simple, simply tap your wand on the top of the trunk."

Harry pulled out his wand and tapped it on the top of the trunk. Almost immediately, the trunk glowed white before it shrunk to the size of a small box of matches. He leaned forward and picked the small trunk up before securing it in his pocket. "Thank you for everything Ragnok, now I have one last question. Will the ministry be able to track me down for doing underage magic in the trunk?"

Ragnok shook his head. "By acclaiming the title Lord Potter-Black you are seen as a legal adult. You can do magic anywhere you want and the ministry won't know. But, magic done in the trunk cannot be caught so even underage wizards can train in the apartment if you wish it."

"Bloody brilliant," Harry said with a wide grin. He took Ragnok's offered hand and shook it. "Thank you for again Ragnok. I'm sure that we will be doing a lot of business together."

"I look forward to it Harry," Ragnok said cheerfully. He got out of the chair and started walking towards the door. "I shall send Griphook in to tend to your finances and I shall send my finest warrior to you tomorrow. But, I suggest that you employ a house elf's service before tomorrow. You might also want to take use of a small fraction of your fortune to purchase some necessities such as new clothes and perhaps a second wand. Knockturn Alley has a great place for wands; in fact I prefer them to Ollivander's. But, you didn't hear this from me, those wands are quite illegal."

Harry smiled and nodded. "I'll have everything ready for your warrior by 9 tomorrow Ragnok. I even have a house elf in mind to take care of us. Now, exactly where might a wizard buy an illegal wand in Knockturn Alley?"

Ragnok paused by the door and gave Harry a sly smile. "I do believe a certain goblin would be able to apparate said wizard to the shop. Have a good day Harry; I look forward to talking to you again."

With that the Head Goblin left Harry alone in the great conference room. Harry slouched in his chair with a sigh and began rubbing the egg that he was still holding. "Wow, this has been a lot to take in. I went from being an orphan all alone to being the Lord of two houses and the owner of an incredibly rare familiar egg. Do you think things will only get weirder?"

The egg seemed to grow a little warmer as if in response. Harry secured the egg in his lap and waited for Griphook to show up. He didn't have to wait long, barely a minute after Ragnok left, Griphook came running inside the room carrying two thick ledgers. He stopped running when he reached Harry and bowed low.

"A thousand pardons for keeping you waiting Lord Potter-Black," Griphook panted. "May I thank you for giving me this honor, to manage the accounts of two Ancient families is an honor indeed and I assure you that you have my unwavering attention."

Harry laughed and held out his hand for Griphook to shake. "Ragnok has given me the privilege of being a friend to the goblins, and as a friend I would like it if you would call me Harry."

Griphook smiled and shook the offered hand. "It would be my pleasure friend Harry. Would you like to hear about you accounts?"

They spent the better part of an hour going over every single galleon and property that Harry owned. It turned out that Harry owned properties all over England and even some land in the US. Harry nearly hyperventilated when Griphook informed him of the fact that Harry was a distant descendent to Godric Gryffindor, and thereby the legal owner of a quarter of Hogwarts.

"So the other heirs own the rest of the school?" Harry asked.

Griphook hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Descendents to the founders technically own the castle, but they do not necessarily have rights to the magic and secrets that Hogwarts protects. That is why he-who-must-not-be-named can claim the magic. He may be Salazar Slytherin's descendent, but he is not the Spiritual Heir. He also cannot claim the property without the other three descendant's consent. In truth the Spiritual Heirs have more control over Hogwarts than the legal heirs."

Harry gripped his egg tightly and looked up at Griphook. "This is a little confusing."

"You are a legal heir Lor- I mean Harry," Griphook corrected himself. "But even the goblins are aware of the Legend of Hogwarts."

"I've never heard of that," Harry admitted sheepishly.

Griphook raised his eyebrow in surprise. "The Legend of Hogwarts is a prophecy made by the founders themselves. Have you really never heard of it? I assumed that it was taught in your history of magic class at Hogwarts."

Harry groaned slightly before chuckling lightly. "I'm afraid that history of magic is not one of my better classes."

"From what I hear your…Professor Binns is far from a good professor," Griphook sniggered. "If you'd like, I could send one of the goblin copies of the prophecy with your new Master tomorrow."

"Is the goblin version different?" Harry asked.

"It is the same with the exception of a few more details," Griphook told him. "Wizard prophecies are completely unreliable and more often than not they tend to be false. The only reason that the goblins take this prophecy seriously is because a goblin seer had made a prophecy that said the same thing as the Founder's did."

Harry felt his stomach drop when he remembered the prophecy that had been hanging over his head ever since the end of his fifth year. "Dumbledore told me that there is a prophecy about myself and Voldemort," Harry whispered.

Harry went on to recite the prophecy to Griphook. The goblin listened intently and once Harry was finished he snarled in fury and pounded his hand on the desk.

"Dumbledore that fool!" Griphook snarled. "To feed you a fake prophecy! Director Ragnok personally investigates all potential human seers. Only those with seer blood have the potential to create a prophecy worthy of being kept in the Department of Mysteries. And I am confident to say that your, Sybil Trelawney, does not have any seer blood in her veins."

"It was a fake?" Harry asked in disbelief. "But everything about when Voldemort would attack, marking me as his equal and me having to kill him or die myself?"

"All a pack of lies," Griphook stated furiously. "The goblins are a much more reliable source when it comes to prophecies, and we do not feel the need to put such security measures on them like they do at the ministry."

"Then why did I survive the killing curse?" Harry asked, desperate for answers.

Griphook shook his head regrettably. "I'm afraid that I cannot answer that, but I can tell you that you do have a lot of power. Perhaps you will be able to find the answers on your own one day."

Harry felt the hair on the back of his neck begin to rise and the egg grew even hotter to match its owner's rage. "Why would Dumbledore create a fake prophecy? I don't doubt that he has the power to do it, but why?"

Griphook sighed and buried his head in his hands. "Dumbledore seems to have hidden motives. But, to go through such lengths just to create a fake prophecy. And not forgetting the fact that it was this prophecy that lead to you-know-who to attack you as a baby."

"It's because of Dumbledore that I'm an orphan," Harry mumbled to himself. Tears began stinging underneath his glasses before dropping on the egg in Harry's arms.

Harry looked up at Griphook and they both shared a hard stare filled with anger at the powerful wizard who was manipulating Harry's life like it meant nothing.

"I do not know why he would to this Harry," Griphook said gently. "But, I will use all of the goblin resources to prove that Dumbledore's prophecy is false and to find the answers which you seek."

"Thank you," Harry sighed. "Before I leave there is one more thing that I would like to get. I'll inspect my vaults another day, I have too a lot of things to do, and a lot of things to buy."


Harry walked down the streets of Diagon Alley with his rings hidden, his trunk in his pocket, his egg sitting in a pouch Griphook had given him and a brand new Gringotts debit card in his hand that was just itching to be used. Before Harry left Gringotts, he had also filed the necessary paperwork for Harry to get a Gringotts debit card. The debit card worked both in the wizarding and muggle world. He had also given Harry the enchanted pouch that Harry now wore over his shoulder that held his egg. The pouch protected the egg and kept it warm. It also concealed the egg from muggles and only Harry could open it up to take the egg out. As an added bonus, Griphook had changed Harry's appearance slightly so that he now had no scar, brown eyes and dirty blond hair.

"Your escort goblin will remove the charm when you are taken home," Griphook had told him.

The goblin escort was waiting at Gringotts for Harry to call him. Harry didn't need an escort while in Diagon Alley, but Harry had assured Griphook that he would call for him when he was ready to be taken to the illegal wand shop. Apparently, as a Lord and friend to the goblins, Harry could summon a goblin at any time merely by speaking the summoning word.

Harry first went to Flourish & Botts bookshop. He had no idea what kind of books that were in his library, so he planned on opening up an account so that he could order books whenever he wished and the money would be taken out of his vault.

"I can't get over how much money I've inherited," Harry whispered to his egg. "The vault that I've been taking money out of all these years was just for my school costs. All my other vaults make the amount in that vault seem pitiful."

The bookstore was reasonably empty. It was still too early for Hogwarts students to purchase their school supplies, and this worked out well for Harry. The fewer amounts of people who might recognize him the better. Harry quickly sought out the manager, who was leaning over an order form behind a desk, and walked right over to him.

"Excuse me sir," Harry said politely.

The manager quickly looked up at Harry and immediately put on the smile of a man who might make a sale. "What can I help you with son? Do you want some summer study material? I've got some excellent books on Charms and Transfiguration that aren't required for Hogwarts, but are very helpful nonetheless.

Harry smiled and shook his head. "I'm actually more interested in opening up an account here. I've recently acquired a lot of books, but I haven't gone through them all yet. I want to create a nice collection of books and I want to be able to order books from you without needing to fill out paperwork for each order."

"Would you like the charges to be taken out of your Gringotts vault?" the manager asked while he pulled out a form to fill out. He quickly began writing the details on the form while Harry gave them to him. "Okay now, the name on the account?"

"Harry Potter."

The manager looked up sharply and stopped writing immediately. He had a scowl on his face and he made a move to erase the form with his wand. "Harry Potter is a valued customer here, and I'm afraid that I cannot fill out an account for Mister Potter unless Mister Potter is here himself."

Harry laughed and waved a hand over his forehead. The glamour charm the goblins had placed on him faded for a moment before resuming its job, but not before the manager saw the lightning bolt scar that turned out to be Harry's trademark.

"Thank you for making sure that a stranger wouldn't take advantage of my vaults," Harry said cheerfully to the stunned manager. "I'm afraid that due to the dangerous times, I've been shopping under a disguise today. Do you need more proof that I'm the real Harry Potter?"

The manager looked skeptical for a brief second before a wide smile appeared on his face. "Not at all Mister Potter. My apologies for being suspicious, but it is our policy."

Harry waved away the manager's apology. "Don't worry about it, now where do I sign?"

The forms were filled and magically filed within five minutes. Next the manager gave Harry an order card. Much like the form Harry had signed to attend Sirius' will reading, all Harry had to do was write the title and author on the card and the bookstore would receive the order. When the book was ready and the money paid, the bookstore sent their own delivery elf to deliver the books.

Harry shook the manager's hand and left the bookstore. He left Diagon Alley and headed towards a muggle clothes shop. Harry had wanted a new wardrobe for a while now, but he had never acted. Now seemed just as good a time as any.

The store had two floors and had everything from boxers to suits. Harry took two steps inside the store when his heart sank. He had no idea what would look good on him or what he would need.

"Excuse me? Sir?"

Harry turned around and saw an attractive woman who appeared to be in her early twenties. Her blond hair went past her shoulders and complimented her sky-blue eyes nicely.

"Y-yes?" Harry managed to choke out.

The woman chuckled and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I couldn't help but notice that you look a little lost. Don't worry that happens to most guys when they come in alone. Do you want some help?"

"Yes please," Harry said desperately. "I need an entire wardrobe, there's no way that I want to wear my cousin's hand me downs anymore. Money isn't an issue. Please help me?"

"Let me get this straight," the woman said with her eyes shining. "You need an entire wardrobe and you have an unlimited budget?"

Harry nodded and smiled. "But I don't want too much stuff. Just the normal amount for a wardrobe. I especially need lots of workout outfits and a few suits."

The woman held out her hand for Harry to shake. "My name is Sarah and you just became my new best friend. I absolutely love dressing up guys and I have great taste. You're in good hands."

Harry laughed and shook the offered hand. "Okay, let's get started. I do have more places to be though, will this take long?"

Sarah only laughed and led Harry to the dressing rooms. She took Harry's measurements and left skipping towards the men's section, laughing about how she had a new doll to dress up.


After two exhausting hours of trying on clothes, Harry left with so many bags that he could barely hold onto them all. He had never spent so much money on himself before, and it made him feel a little guilty. But, the new wardrobe was needed and Harry promised himself that he would find a way to charm them so they didn't wear out.

Once Harry entered the Leaky Cauldron, he pulled out his trunk and enlarged it in the bathroom. Once it was enlarged, Harry put most of his bags in one of the drawers. In the only bag he left out was Harry's favorite new outfit. He quickly changed out of his baggy clothes and threw them in the trash without a second glance. Once he was finished changing Harry looked in the mirror in satisfaction. He was wearing a pair of nice comfortable jeans along with a tight black t-shirt. He filled it out decently, but he vowed that he would look much better in it by the time school started.

In the bag was also a couple pairs of shoes, and Harry pulled out his new pair of sneakers. They were a dark gray with lightning bolts on them which had made Harry chuckle. He took his shoes off and threw those away too. Once his new shoes were on, he put the bag in his trunk and put his wallet back in his pocket. Sarah had insisted that Harry needed a fancy wallet, and Harry didn't have it in his heart to tell her that he wouldn't need it. The now stylish Harry shrunk his trunk and put it in his pocket before he picked the pouch containing his egg and threw the strap over his shoulder.

Harry opened the door and walked out into the bar. He nodded politely to Tom who nodded in return, and headed towards the entrance to Diagon Alley. He took out his wand and tapped on the bricks to open the entrance. Once the doors were open, Harry quickly turned to an alley that was out of sight.

Harry quickly checked to make sure that nobody was watching him before he said, "Come," in goblin.

A faint 'pop' sounded in the alley and a different goblin bowed low to Harry. "Greetings Lord Potter-Black, friend to the goblins. I am Zedatx, and I will be your goblin escort. Now Lord Potter-Black, Ragnok informed me that you wished to visit the discreet wand shop in Knockturn Alley?"

"Shh," Harry whispered. "Right now my name is Devin Evans. I don't want people recognizing me."

"My apologies Mister Evans," Zedatx whispered back. "Now, shall I take you there?"

Harry nodded and gave Zedatx his hand. The goblin quickly apparated them away. They landed in a dark alley in Knockturn Alley and Harry felt his hair rise up at the dark atmosphere. His egg began to grow hot again and Harry gently rubbed the pouch.

"It's okay," he assured it. "We'll leave as soon as I get my new wand."

Harry led the way into the store, with Zedatx keeping a respectful distance behind. The shop wasn't as warm as Ollivander's and Harry found himself wishing that he had gone to see the old wand maker. There were assorted skulls, both human and not, hanging all over the walls along with numerous dark artifacts. Harry took a hesitant step up towards the desk when a small, ancient looking wizard, with a beard that could rival Dumbledore's, hopped up from behind the desk.

Harry gave a little shout of surprise and instantly went to draw his wand. The old wizard looked at Harry with interest before he started laughing. His laugh sounded more like a cough and Harry found himself becoming more wary of the wizard by the second.

"What can I do for you today?" the shopkeeper croaked.

"I need a wand," Harry said while pocketing the one he was holding. "I'm told that you make wands that aren't traced and are not registered by the ministry. I would also like to purchase a wand holster that cannot be seen and that provides easy access to the wand."

The old wizard laughed and stroked his beard. "I do indeed make wands that the ministry would frown upon. I must warn you though that my wands aren't cheap."

Harry pulled a full money pouch from his pocket and emptied its contents on the desk. There were at least fifty galleons spread out on the desk. The wizard quickly counted the coins and glared at Harry.

"My wands cost 100 galleons," he said darkly.

Harry smirked and pulled out another pouch. "I'll give you the other half plus the money for the holster when I have both in my hand."

The wizard nodded and quickly pocketed the galleons. Without a word to Harry, he walked in the back room and came back a minute later with two large boxes piled on top of each other. Harry stepped forward to take one of the boxes but the wizard scowled at him. The wizard grunted and placed the boxes on the desk. He opened one of the boxes and Harry saw that it was filled with an assortment of different pieces of wood. Harry could identify a holly branch and he recognized a couple others, but he couldn't name them.

"These are the different types of wood that I use to make wands, once you have found a piece of wood that compliments you; you will find your core. Now, close your eyes and hold your hand over the box. Tap into your magic and the wood will choose you."

Harry nodded and did as instructed. He felt his magic spread out to his fingertips. For a few seconds nothing happened, until Harry felt a spark of magic come from the box, making his fingers twitch.

"Now place your hand in the box," the shopkeeper instructed.

He put his hand in the box and Harry felt the spark of magic grow stronger. He slowly moved his hand toward the spark until it was right against his palm. The wood began to grow hotter and hotter. Wincing, Harry closed his fingers around the wood. The second his fingers locked around the wood, it stopped burning him. Harry pulled it out of the box and looked at it with interest.

The shopkeeper smirked when he identified the wood and held out his hand for it. Harry handed the wood to him and he began to inspect it. "This is alder wood. It's magical properties increase courage, adventurism and is very good for charms. Normally this wood sticks to natural born leaders, so I'd imagine that you will be leading a great many a wizard with this wand." He put the alder wood aside and closed the box. He placed the box on the floor and opened the other box.

This box contained the cores. Harry could easily identify phoenix feathers and silently hoped that they wouldn't choose him. He also identified unicorn hair, mermaid scales and what he believed to be some dragon heartstring. They were each separated by dividers and Harry felt a bit skeptical about possibly grabbing a dragon heartstring.

"Um how do I choose the core?" Harry asked tentatively.

The wizard scoffed rolled his eyes. "The core chooses you; all you need to do is hold your hand above the box like you did with the wood. Follow the magic until you can identify the core. Don't worry; you don't have to touch it if you end up getting a dragon heartstring."

Harry chuckled in relief and began holding his hand above the box. This time he immediately felt the magic spark calling out to him. He closed his eyes and followed the spark. His hand stopped where the magic felt strongest and Harry couldn't stop himself from putting his hand in the box and pulling out the core. It felt light and soft in his hand, but also very comforting. He opened his eyes and for a second he thought he had picked a phoenix feather, but then he noticed that this feather was pure golden and it felt more powerful to Harry than his wand from Ollivander did.

"That is a griffin feather," the older wizard gasped. "They are even rarer cores for wands than phoenix feathers. It takes a powerful and loyal spirit to be chosen by one. With the combined magic of both alder wood and a griffin feather you will become a very valuable and just opponent."

The shopkeeper closed the core box and put it on top of the wood box while Harry continued to stare at the griffin feather. "Now, I can make you your wand, it shall not take me long for I have been doing this for a long time. But, I feel that I must make you this offer. Keep it in mind that I almost never offer this, but your core and wood show me that you will not misuse this gift."

He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked a drawer in his desk. Then he pulled out a much smaller box and placed it on the desk. He turned the jewelry box so it faced Harry and opened it. Inside were about ten different gems. Each one sparkled and radiated with magic.

"A wand can also be equipped with a gem," the shopkeeper told Harry. "They can help protect you and every gem can hold some of your magic. By storing some of your magic in the gem each night you can later tap into it for later. Very useful for the battlefield. Gems differ from wood and cores though, you pick the gem." He gestured towards the gems and stopped at a green one; he picked it up and held it in front of his face. "Emeralds are very good at protecting the wielder from evil. Very useful I'd imagine when facing an unforgivable curse such as Avada Kadavra eh Mister Potter?"

Harry instantly stepped back and drew his wand. "How did you know who I was?" he demanded.

"Do not fear Mister Potter," he assured him. The old man pulled back his sleeve to show Harry that he didn't bear the Dark Mark. "I am no supporter of Lord Voldemort or any of his goons. Now as to how I know who you are, let's just say that I have rather special eyes."

Harry lowered his wand and looked closer at the wizard. The old man's eyes were an icy blue, and Harry felt himself shiver when they gazed into him. "So you can see through disguises? Even though it's goblin magic?"

"I can indeed Mister Potter. Do not fear I hold my client's confidentiality rights very close to my heart. No one will know you purchased a wand from me."

Harry nodded and leaned forward to inspect the emerald. "Why don't you normally offer gems on your wands?"

The shopkeeper scoffed and picked up the emerald. "Because most wizards would not respect the power that the gems add to the wand. Can you imagine the catastrophe that would follow if you-know-who had a gem with his wand? Now, do you want the emerald Mister Potter?"

"Yes, please. Will you use the whole gem?" The gem was about the size of a walnut and Harry didn't know how he felt about the idea of having such a huge jewel on his wand.

"I will only require a small piece," the shopkeeper chuckled. "I shall be about ten minutes Mister Potter."

The shopkeeper put the gems, wood and cores away before coming back to collect the materials. He disappeared in the back room and Harry waited anxiously with Zedatx for the old wizard to finish. True to his word, the wand maker was back within ten minutes carrying Harry's new wand gently in his hands as if he were carrying a newborn child. He handed the wand to Harry and Harry gasped when his hands gripped the end. The sheer power that flower through the wand was so incredible that it put his old wand to shame.

His egg began to warm again in response to the magic and Harry began patting the pouch again. "That's some power huh? I've never felt such power."

He began to inspect the wand thoroughly. A piece of the emerald, about the size of a dime, was attached to the end of the wand. The wand itself was a little under 12'' and was a light brown. It was perfect. He gripped the wand tightly and said, "Lumos."

The wand immediately lit up. The light was so strong that it filled the whole shop and Harry had to fight to keep his eyes open. He quickly said, "Nox," and the shop became dark again.

"That was bloody brilliant," Harry gasped. He turned to the shopkeeper and shook his hand. "Thank you so much," he said. "This wand is a piece of art. How come you aren't sought out instead of Ollivander for wands?"

"The ministry doesn't want new wizards or witches wielding such powerful wands," the shopkeeper scoffed. "Even if they are better for the new wizard. I've managed to stay under the law by only selling wands to those who the goblins trust. Ragnok is a personal friend of mine, and he recommends my services to clients who he personally deems worthy. In fact, only the goblins can locate my shop."

Harry grinned and looked back to Zedatx who was grinning himself. "I give you my word that I will not reveal your location or business. May I ask your name?"

"My name?" the shopkeeper asked in surprise. "I normally avoid giving out my name, but you may call me Eric."

"Well thank you for your work Eric," Harry said cheerfully.

Eric gave Harry a special dragonhide wand holster for half price. The wand holster attached to Harry's jeans and as soon as the wand was in it, it turned invisible. Eric explained that it couldn't be summoned as long as there was a wand in it, and it couldn't be forcefully taken from Harry. Harry paid the rest of the money for the wand and for the wand holster. Eric and Harry said their respectful goodbyes and Zedatx took Harry back home. The day had been very eventful and expensive and Harry wanted nothing more than to sleep.


A/N- Next chapter: Contracts. Please Review!