A/N: Hello Again!! Once again, gotta say, gonna suck at the beginning 'cause it's my first story. Ummm, that's it for now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, Harry and Hermione would've ended up together.

Chapter 2

Settling in and Exploring

'Ugh, that was one of the longest plane rides, I swear,' Cleo thought as she got up and stretched her tight muscles. 'I'm never riding second-class ever again. The price of first is well worth it.' She reached up and grabbed her bag out of the overhead bin and stepped into the crowded aisle way.

Jostling her way through the crowded airport, she reached the luggage pick up area. She had gotten a picture of her uncle and his daughter, and had to say that the resemblance to her father was disconcerting. His daughter was quite pretty though; apparently her name was Ella Ternelli.

The luggage from her flight had started unloading and she started searching for her suitcases. Since she was moving she had six. It would take her a while to find them all.

It didn't take Cleo as long as expected to find all of her bags. After five minutes she struggled to make her way to the side of the room to look for her uncle. She scanned the rows of chairs and didn't see him. "Late… figures," she sighed and sat on one of her suitcases to wait.

"Hello Cleo," came a deep voice from behind her. Startled, Cleo fell backwards off the case and onto the floor. "Oh, sorry if I scared you."

"That's quite alright," Cleo said turning around to look at her uncle. "I fall all the time. I'm a huge clutz." She smiled, and looked at the young girl standing at her father's side. "Hi Ella. How are you? My name's Cleo."

"I'm alright," she said timidly.

"Oh, no need to be so shy. We're family! Even if we only met a few seconds ago," Cleo insisted. "Give me a smile," Ella giggled. "That's better," she sighed and turned her sapphire eyes back to her uncle.

"I'm sorry about your mother and sister. I think my brother deserved what he got, personally," said her uncle.

"I agree," said Cleo. "I think that cell in Azkaban had his name on it for a long time. Karma, eh?" she joked. "I know this is a bad time. I'm really sorry about your wife."

"It wasn't your fault," the older man said a little awkwardly. "It's been hard though. Especially for Ella."

"I'm so sorry." Cleo stepped around her bags and gave him a hug. "So…" she said breaking the hug and looking at her uncle with a bright smile. "What's your house like?"

This caused him to laugh. "Well, you don't beat around the bush do you? Here Ella will you help us with some of the bags? I want to show Cleo the house."

Harry woke up and looked at his alarm clock groggily. It read '8:00', causing him to groan. Knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep anymore, he dragged himself out of bed and into the shower.

The hot water woke him up and when he stepped out he felt refreshed and rejuvenated. He dressed quickly and walked downstairs to get breakfast.

"Good morning Mister Potter. How are you today?" asked Tom from behind the bar.

"I'm alright," Harry replied. "Can I get some eggs and bacon by any chance?"

"Sure, They'll be right up. Go and grab yourself a seat somewhere. I'll bring them to you when they're done."

Harry thanked the barkeeper and walked to a small table in the corner of the room. There weren't many people in the pub at this early hour, yet the few that were there had immediately looked up at the sound of his name. Truthfully it was a little disconcerting.

It was about five minutes before Tom brought him his food. He set it down on the table and said, "Enjoy your breakfast, Mister Potter."

"Thanks Tom, it looks delicious." And with that he started to eat his food.

Kevin was utterly amazed at the change his niece had made Ella. Normally she was shy and quiet; yet, during the car ride she had talked constantly. The subject changed every other sentence; and Cleo looked bewildered half the time, but she just laughed and agreed.

During the ride he had studied Cleo. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, yet they showed no emotion. Most times she covered up that fact by smiling, for her face lit up when she did. Yet, never her eyes, the smile only distracted you from that fact.

She didn't talk all that much, but she looked as if you got her talking, she wouldn't shut up.

Remus was freaking out to say the least. In a few weeks time he would be seeing his dead best friends son, Harry Potter. He had no idea what the boy was like, how much he knew. When Dumbledore asked him to take up the Defense against the Dark Arts post, he had accepted without thinking, seeing as it was nearly impossible for a man with his condition to get a job.

But now, looking at what he was to face, he realized he should've thought about what would happen. As he created his lesson plans and packed his stuff, he wondered what Harry would be like.

"Oh my Merlin!" Cleo gasped when she saw her new house. 'Mansion,' she mentally corrected herself looking at the mansion's three stories.

"It was your grandmother's vacation house. When she passed away she gave it to me. It was built over 300 years ago, and it's settled on five acres. We have four horses, just in case you want to ride. Um. An exercise room, an indoor pool, and a quidditch pitch out back."

"You'll absolutely love it here!" exclaimed Ella, pulling Cleo out of the parked car. "Daddy, where are the house elves? They can take her bags to her room while I give her the grand tour."

"You have house elves?" Cleo asked disapprovingly.

"Of course," said Ella.

"Hmmm… I don't approve of house elf enslavement. Alright, just give me the tour," she sighed unhappily. "I don't want an argument today.'

With that the younger girl swept her energetically into the house.

"Wow," Cleo breathed as she looked at the entryway. There was a golden chandelier whose bright light accentuated the gold trimming. The walls were a sky blue and the grand staircase took up a majority of the hallway. 'This is incredible!'

Cleo was pulled from her thoughts by her cousin saying, "Come on, this way!"

Harry walked out into the alley and was a little humbled by the complete vastness of the street. There were witches and wizards of all ages walking up the lane stopping every so often to look at something that caught their eye in one of the displays.

One young girl spotted Harry and started to whisper to her mother. The mother turned toward him and looked at his scar, her eyes widening.

Harry blushed, ducked his head, and started walking towards Gringotts.

He reached the giant white building, and stepped inside. He saw an empty desk with a grumpy looking goblin. He walked toward it and said politely, "Excuse me, I would like to make a withdrawal from the Potter vault."

The goblin looked up from his stack of galleons and questioned, "Which vault? The potters had several."

"Really? I never knew that." Harry asked confused.

"Yes. Would you like to talk to the Potter's goblin representative? His name is Griphook. All I need is your key."

"Yes please," Harry agreed taking his little golden key out of his pocket.

The goblin snapped his fingers and another goblin appeared. "Terward, show Mister Potter to Griphook's office please."

"Yes sir,' said Terward with a small bow. "This way Mister Potter."

Harry turned toward the first goblin and bowed. "Thank you for your help Master Goblin." Then he followed Terward down a long stone passageway.

The younger goblin opened a wooden door to the right of the passageway and said, "Griphook's office," before popping away.

Harry warily walked inside and bowed to the goblin at the desk. "Hello master Griphook," he said. "Do you know anything about my vaults?"

"Of course. All of the information is in these books," Griphook said turning to a bookshelf behind the desk. He grabbed three thick leather bound books and set them on his desk. "Please, sit," he indicated a chair while opening the first tome.

He browsed the book until he stopped at a page and turned the book toward Harry. "Currently, you own five vaults: The Potter Family Vault, The Potter Possession Vault, The Potter's School Vault, your grandparent's vault, and the Gryffindor vault."

Harry's eyes bulged at the last statement. "The Gryffindor Vault?" he questioned.

"Indeed," nodded Griphook. "As his last living relative, you inherit the vault and everything inside it. Not even we goblins can gain entrance. The heir is the only person who can enter. Would you like to visit each of your vaults?"

"Um. No thank you," Harry said thinking. " I would like to make a withdrawal, and I would like to visit the Possession vault, and the Gryffindor vault. Do you have ledgers or something that I can see for the other vaults?"

"Yes, here," Griphook grabbed a roll of parchment and handed it to Harry.

'The Potter Family Vault: 678,432,500 GN

The Potter Vault: 510,897,600 GN

The Potter Schooling Vault: 500,500,500 GN Total: 1,690,040,600 GN'