2. New friends, new enemies, beginning of love?!

The next morning he arose to a high pitch voice calling him with forced pleasantness "Harry, deary" its time to get up now" she screamed 'shut it you miserable bitch' he thought savagely, then he smirked 'This feels good, maybe I should swear more often' he thought to himself, then stopped abruptly as he realised he was talking to himself and uttering another round of obscenities he headed to the kitchen downstairs. As he greeted his Aunt, Uncle and cousin, he could not help but notice the horrible, maniacal smiles on the faces of his uncle and aunt, and stifled a snort, The orders threat had hit a nerve, he silently thanked Mad Eye Moody, one of the few people for which Harry had any respect left. "Aunt petunia, uncle vernon, can you take me to London today?" he asked " I'll make it worth your while" he suggested, and nearly jumped for joy when the greedy gleam in his pig-like uncles eye became visible, however he remained calm and addressed the suspicious gleam which was almost concealed by the greedy one.

" Im going to recieve my inheritance today as its my 16th today, if you take me ill pay you £10,000 for today and all the money and time you spent on me since I have been here, ok?" Vernon looked like he nearly wet himself! He agreed hastily, causing Harry to stifle a smirk. The ride to London was uneventful and he asked to be dropped off outside the leaky cauldron and to be picked up at the same place at 6 o'clock in the evening. He passed through the Leaky Cauldron ignoring the whispers and finger pointing directed at him and stepped into Diagon Alley.

No matter what his mood, this place always rose his spirits, it was amazing he thought ' Voldemort is killing everyone and here everyones letting life go on, this is why, this is why the bastard will never win, to have truly lived and died is better than to never haved lived and survived' he cut of this train of thought as he entered the wizarding bank Gringotts and approached a flustered looking goblin. After a few moments shuffling the goblin looked up and met the eyes of an irate looking Harry potter and froze, he regained his composure but he could see that his emotions had been visible and he spoke " I'd like to speak to you in private" he smirked as the goblin tripped over his own feet in his haste to please such a important person and followed the goblin into his office. " Well Mr Potter I must say it is an honour to be doing business with you, and will try my utmost to perform the transactions to your satisfaction" the goblin continued " My name is Ogbor, how may I help you?"

"I wish to know my total assets, and I want you to describe all the more important responsibilities which come with this inheritance" what followed this was 2 hours was two hours of sleep inducing papers deeds etc, Harry noted the information he had come for originally, One he was the richest man in the wizarding world, two he had more vaults and three he had several million galleons in each. Near the end, the goblin suggested and idea which brought a rare smile to his face, he gave Harry a bag, which had a storage capacity of a hundred thousand galleons yet weighed no more than a single galleon, it could only be opened by hand and a trunk from sirius, which was worth 20 thousand galleons. this he would check later, for now a visit to Madam Malkins was in order.

He had hardly stepped inside, when he was accosted by the venerable old witch herself, "Mr Potter, may I say what an honour it is to have you in our store" The honour is all mine Madam" his words accompanied by a graceful bow, led the witch to drag him to a store in the back where the high quality robes were stocked. Four hours, 20 robes fit for royalty, 10 battles robes, 3 dance robes, 2 basilisk hide armour suits and 9000 galleons later an exhausted Harry, headed out after obtaining a catalogue. Too tired to shop any more, he obtained mail order catalogues, to be delivered to him tonight from each shop and headed to Quality Quiditch Supplies. As he stepped into the shop a gold flash caught his eye and he headed over and gaped at the broom on display. It was magnificent, sleek, flashy it screamed gryffindor colours, he had to buy this, he looked up at the price and didnt even bat an eyelid at the price tag. He walked up to the counter, placed 10000 galleons on the counter and said, "ill take Two firebolt II's and that broom on display" watching the attendant gape he frowned when the boy rushed to the back and dragged a disgruntled looking manager to the front. he quickly briefed the old man on what had occured which caused the man to snap to attention and speak to Harry. "Sir, we would be very happy to sell the new broom to you, however we have not named it yet, it is a personal creation" Harry pondered this for a moment and offered "How about Gryffins flight?" and chuckled as the old mans face lit up. Paying the man he returned to Gringotts to take out the trunk sirius had made for him, placed his purchases within the trunk and headed out to muggle london.

Blaise Zabini was having a bad day, she was shopping through muggle london and was having a hard time staying awake, she was hungry and she was with a woman possesed, who seemingly shopped without breathing, finally they stopped at the restaurant and sat at the table for a quick lunch. Her eyes wandered, she took in her surroundings - until her eyes found a tattoo parlour, with none other than Harry-Bloody-Potter coming out, sporting spiky black hair and a silver earring, scar clearly visible. He walked past their table with barely a glance and placed his order. Blaise groaned as her mother got up and invited him over to the table, mentally steeling herself for the encounter. he sat down opposite her and greeted them warmly but did not offer any conversation, forcing her mother to take the initiative. "So Mr.Potter, I trust you have been well"He gave her a lopsided smile "Yes Ma'am, no ones tried to kill me in a few weeks, life is fine" she felt his eyes on her "Scared are you Potter?" Blaise intoned, out of habit more than malice. She was astonished when he threw back his head and laughed "What the hell are you laughing at Potter" "Me?! scared?!" he leaned in close so much so that their lips were barely millimetres away and he whispered "Voldemort" Blaise squeaked and jumped a foot of her chair and landed back with a thud. She looked up to berate him and saw him raise an eyebrow, and was about to tear into him when she heard a snicker from her mothers direction and she turned her incredulous look at her. Abruptly, Potter stood up and hissed "Death Eaters - run, I'll head em off" she watched in fascination as he got up and drew his wand and ran in the direction of the four hooded figures.