Disclaimer: Not mine, I borrowed her characters, her world and even some of her words. Thank you.

Harry was sent out that afternoon with a list of errands to run for Griphook. At the age of eight he was now allowed a certain amount of freedom to leave the bank unescorted.

Of course there were rules, there were always rules, but Harry reveled in his freedom. He nodded to Riley and Graham at their guard posts as he walked out the door of Gringotts and in to Diagon Alley.

Harry caught his reflection in the shop window as he passed, he did not see himself as he really was black hair, green eyes and a goblin dagger hanging at his waist, rather he saw himself as he was magic'ed to look. Brown hair and eyes of his glamour band and the strongest Notice-Me-Not the goblins had on his scabbard.

He knew Griphook or any of the other goblins could just as easily manage the shopping list he was given, they each had similar glamours, but he wasn't going to argue the chance to get out of the warrens for the afternoon. Normally his afternoons were filled with fighting with weapons and magic, tactics and battle plans, alongside his youth cadre. But today the other goblin youth were going through a sort of aptitude test that helped the elders to determine training and apprenticeships. As Harry Potter, wizard, his training path would be different from his friends.

Starting September 23rd, the day after the approaching Equinox he and his friends from youth cadre would be going to their individual training with their new mentors and masters. While he would still be training and hour or two a day to keep his skills sharp and learn new things, most of his afternoons would now be spent away from physical activities.

Harry looked up as he reached his first stop, Wizzhard Books. He heard a small bell ding somewhere behind the rows of books when he entered. Ignoring the bored looking clerk painting her fingernails at the counter, Harry made his way to the shelves and began looking for the books on his list.

Twenty minutes later and ten books stacked in his arms he made his way to the counter. The clerk had finished painting her fingernails and now had her bare feet propped on the counter painting her toenails.

"I don't want to have to restock those books you're playing with so you go and put them back where you got them from," she sneered down at Harry without even looking away from her feet.

"I'd like to buy them please." Harry said politely.

"Nonesense, little boy, those books you have aren't Quidditch Through The Ages. Go back to where you left your mum, I'm not in the mood for your games. That top book alone is over 15 gallons. And if you damage it, I'll be taking it out of your hide. Now scram!"

"I have the money, I'd like to buy these books please," he tried again.

"And I said scram, I'm not playing games with you, lad," She said as she stood up. Harry didn't know what to do, so he just put the books down where he was standing and walked out the door. How was he going to buy the books on the list if he the clerks wouldn't let him buy anything?

He thought he might be able to get some of the same books at Flourish & Blotts and headed that way. He had hoped to avoid this bookstore as it August and the store would be crowded with Hogwarts Students buying textbooks, but now he had no choice. He entered through the main door that was propped open with someone's cauldron.

As he expected the place was packed. He made his way down the rows of shelves pulling books off as he found them. He detoured around the quidditch row entirely as their were three red-headed boys sprawled across the ground looking at a number of books pulled from the shelves.

He was in the Wards section when he realized he was not going to be able to get the newest edition of Advanced Wards down from the top shelf without a little help. He knew he could Pull the book down, but he wasn't suppose to use magic were others could see and there was a tall red head standing at the end of the row looking at a beginner ward book.

"Excuse me, sir, could you help me get a book?"

"You don't need to call me sir, kid. My name's Bill and I'm not that much older than you. What book you'd need?"

"Advanced Wards, top shelf." It wasn't until he said it that he realized he was going to have the same problem here, as he did in the other store, apparently eight year olds didn't buy these kinds of books. "My dad had a lot of chores to do, so we split them up, he gave me a list to gather up while he went to the Apothecary."

"Okay, let me get it down for you. Does your dad like wards?" Bill asked as he reached down the book. "I'm thinking of going in to ward work myself after I graduate from Hogwarts."

"Something like that, thanks for the help," Harry said before scampering off with the book.

It took nearly thirty minutes to gather all of the books on Giphook's list, mainly because he kept tripping over red-heads every time he turned around, literally in the case of the girl, Ginny, who was looking at a Harry Potter Adventure Book. How embarrassing was that? Harry asked himself. He supposed they were all related to Bill, but he didn't stop to ask.

"Excuse me, I'd like to buy these books," Harry tried to get the assistant's attention at the counter. "Excuse me. Excuse me." Each time he tried to get someone's attention at the counter someone taller would get helped instead. Finally he just dropped the books next to a chair and left.

Harry had no more luck getting helped at Slug & Jiggers Apothecary then he did anywhere else. He had left the bank nearly two hours earlier and he had yet to accomplish anything on the list Griphook had given him.

GP GP GP GP

"Stormbrow, what are you doing in our quarters?"

"I am sorry Master Griphook that I did not return to you directly, but my temper was," Harry paused searching for the right word, "frayed. I though it best to calm down before returning to your office."

"What happened, and where are your purchases."

"There are no purchases, Master Griphook." Harry said disheartened. "I was unable to purchase the required items either in wizard or muggle stores."

"Explain."

"Amongst the goblins, I am treated as a member of the community, young yes, but accepted, listened to, allowed to ask questions, in general taken seriously as a member of the community. But amongst the wizards and the muggles," Harry growled, "I am shunted aside, ignored, treated as less then worthy of their attention. I was incapable of purchasing the items because the clerks in the store either ignored me or refused to sell to me. They treated me like an animal rather than as a potential customer, solely because of my age."

"You have a better understanding of muggles and wizards then I, Stormbrow. Tell me was your treatment due to your appearance or age?"

Harry contemplated the distinction Griphook was trying to make. "I believe I was treated as an unacceptable customer due to my appearance of youth, therefore immaturity and incapability of being a worthwhile customer. I do not believe they would care about my true age or maturity as long as I appeared to be what they wanted."

"This is not the first time you have mentioned not being taken seriously by those outside our walls. Were those other times for similar reasons?"

"I believe so. I look like a child; based on their human understanding I could have no need of their products or services, and they disregard me."

"Well then, perhaps we should use their prejudice against them," Griphook said. "You said they do not care about age or maturity as long as you appear to be what they expect, so let's give them an appearance they can accept as a customer, regardless of true age."

"You are talking about a glamour, an adult version of Storm. One I can use to interact with other adults with," Harry confirmed.

"Exactly, come let us go see if Mozzie can alter your band and then you can go finish your shopping."

Mozzie was in fact available and willing to add a second appearance to Stormbrow's glamour band. "What do you want to look like?"

"Can we just do an adult version of the glamour I already have? I think it would be easier to see myself as something already familiar."

"How old?" Mozzie was always abrupt.

Harry wasn't sure, as he was thinking about it, Griphook suggested "Eighteen."

Harry was a little confused, "that's not really adult is it, it's more just barely adult."

"It is legally an adult in both muggle and wizarding worlds, so most if not everyone will give you the benefit of the doubt, plus it gives you an excuse to be a little immature or to not know something. People will just blame it on you being young."

"You'll also need a name," Mozzie added.

"Mozzie is correct. Storm is a fine name for a human child, others will assume it is a nickname or an odd given name, but if you want to interact with humans as an adult, you will need a full name."

"I like Evan as a given name, it's a shortening of my mother's maiden name." Harry answered, "But I don't know what to do for a family name."

"Well, Stormbrow, you are Son of James, how about Jameson? It is an acceptable British name."

"Evan Jameson." Harry tested the name out, "Evan Jameson. I like it."

"Give me ten minutes to finish off the glamour band then you can go be Evan Jameson." Mozzie muttered as he gathered his supplies. Once settled he pulled the runic-marked silver band already embedded in Harry's skin towards him. Griphook took the opportunity to slip out and make up a surprise for Stormbrow.

When Mozzie was finished fifteen minutes later the thin silver band was thicker and carried two sets of rune markings down its length. "Test it out."

Harry reached for the band and in an instant the beautiful human child, that was Harry Potter, was gone. In his place stood a six foot tall young man, with plain flat brown hair and brown eyes.

Griphook walked in as the newly christened Evan Jameson was studying his face in a mirror he had conjured.

"Ahh, Stormbrow you are as unremarkable as the rest of the sheep. But I brought you something." He handed over Harry's own satchel. Inside Harry found full identification papers, both magical and muggle, for Evan Jameson, eighteen, including a muggle credit card and driver's license.

Before he could thank his mentor for thinking of everything, Griphook ordered him out to finish up the shopping he had set for him.