UchiSays: Hello lovelies. So, the feedback from chapter one was pretty amazing. You all had such nice things to say and I hope that I can live up to your expectations. Since this is the last chapter I actually had written beforehand, I think I should mention that I am taking suggestions on what you all would like to see happen. I have a mental idea of where I want the story as a whole to go, but the little details are amenable to change. For example, some on AO3 suggested that I focus a bit on Snape's dad being abusive. That was such an absolutely lovely idea that I don't see myself not doing it. So, if any of you have suggestions, don't be afraid to speak up. Other than that, please continue to leave reviews. This is my first long Snarry fic and my first Time Travel fic, so I'm depending a lot on reviews to help me keep this going.

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Chapter Two: Galleons

While the Muggle world outside had looked almost foreign to him, Harry felt a comfortable familiarity when he stepped into the Leaky Cauldron. There was something about the Wizarding World that was...timeless—which may have just been a nice way of saying outdated. No matter how the world changed outside, the Wizarding World remained unchanged. Even it's far extremities, like the barrier between it and Muggle London, remained the same. It was dependable.

Harry gained a few curious looks when he stepped into the pub, but that was because he was a child entering alone and not at all because he was Harry Potter. Though the fact that his clothes were a bit big for him now and he was covered and dirt and grime from having walked off a battlefield also made him something to gawk at. Still, almost all of the people who stared at him upon entering lost interest almost immediately and went back to what they were doing, much to his relief. Still, it was odd being in a place where he was not recognized upon sight. Odd, but a relief.

Harry stepped up to the bar and waited for Tom the barkeep to grace him with his attention. As he waited, Harry frowned. The bar came up to the middle of his chest. He'd almost forgotten how small his thirteen year old self had been. Years of malnutrition and being stuck in a cramped space had stunted his growth. He'd hit a late growth spurt when he was fifteen and again when he was seventeen, but that had only added a couple centimeters. He most definitely was not towering over anyone, but being as small as he was now was a bit frustrating.

"What can I do you for, lad?" The person who spoke was not Tom the barkeep. It was a woman who looked like she couldn't have been long out of Hogwarts. She had thick curly hair had hung to her waist of a color that resembled melted chocolate. Her eyes were a darker brown. Her smile was large and genuine. "I haven't seen you around here before," she commented. "I'm Carrie. I'll be working here in my spare time for the next few years with Uncle Tom while I do my unpaid residency at St. Mungo's. You are?"

"Henry Frost. Hogwarts' student."

"I guessed that student bit. First or second year?"

"It's technically my first year there," Harry lied easily, "but I'm thirteen years old."

"Well that bit did surprise me. You're such a wee lad, but I'm sure you get that way too often. So, you know what you need or are you gonna wait for your parents before you ask for anything?"

"I need a room, just for the night," Harry said. "Just for me. My parent's won't be coming."

"You're not a runaway are you?" Carrie asked, raising one eyebrow and setting her fists on her hips in a pose that made it quite clear what she thought of runaways. She gave a pointed look at Harry's clothes as if that justified the assumption that he was a runaway. It probably did. His clothes were too big for this thirteen year old frame, and they were covered in the miscellaneous dirt and grime that came from being on a battlefield. It seemed the potion that had deaged him had also healed his injuries, thankfully, but he still looked like a street rat.

"My parent's died when I was a baby," Harry stated, his face blank. "I live with Muggle relatives that think poorly of the magical world. Until recently, I was on scholarship at a private magic academy. Due to some crackpot embezzling funds, I lost my scholarship. With the money I inherited from my parents, I can afford a Hogwarts tuition, but my relatives can't be arsed to care enough about getting me to the train in the morning. My best bet was to stay in London tonight and make my own way to King's Cross. It works in my favor, because I need a trip to Diagon Alley anyway for some last minute purchases. Unfortunately, I had to walk most of the way here and had a run in with some big jerks that thought it fun to chase me and push me down multiple times, once in a dumpster." The lie spilled so easily from his lips that it surprised even Harry.

Carrie frowned. "I'm sorry. About your parents, your scholarship, the bullies, and those prats you call relatives. You're in luck, room four is open and it's undoubtedly one of our best. You'll get a special student discount, of course," she winked at him in a way that implied that she'd created the special discount just for him. "You get settled in the room and take care of what you need to in the alley, and be back in five hours for your student discounted supper. In the morning you'll get a free wake up call just in time for our courtesy student back to school breakfast, and I'll apparate you to Kings Cross myself."

Harry's eye's widened more and more with every word she spoke. "You really don't have to do all of that," he said quickly.

"I insist on it. I'd be offended if you turned it done, and you really don't want to offend a lady, Henry."

"She's right, lad," Tom the barkeep said, coming up beside his niece. "Just say thank you like a good boy." Widgit let out a peep and nipped his ear to add his opinion to the matter.

Harry blushed and hung his head slight. "Thank you," he mumbled.

"Good lad," Tom said. "Now, exactly how much of my merchandise did you give away this time, Carrie?"

"Half-priced room, half-priced supper, and a free breakfast."

Tom let out a loud sigh. "If your mother wasn't my favorite baby sister, I'd have words with you child."

"Uncle Tom, my mother is your only baby sister."

"Aye, and that too. Come, lad, I'll show you to your room." Tom walked down the bar and Harry rushed to follow him, calling a 'bye' and 'thank you again' to Carrie as he did so. Tom led him upstairs and showed him to room four, before bidding him a gruff farewell.

Harry stepped into the room and looked around. It was medium sized and a bit dingy, but slightly cleaner than the room he'd stayed in the summer before his third year the first time around. It had a double bed draped in a bedspread that seemed to have been a some a shade or blue, but now looked more grey. There was a desk on the wall at the foot of the bed and window that was charmed to overlook a place Harry was sure might have been in Australia somewhere.

Widgit let out a hoot and hopped off of Harry's shoulder. He flew over to the desk and landed on the back of the chair, blinking slowly at Harry who was still standing by the doorway as if to say 'why aren't you making yourself at home yet.'

"Right," Harry mumbled, walking over to the bed. He raised one arm to the strap of the satchel resting on his shoulder and raised it over his head, wincing in pain as he did so. "First things first, find the pain potions Snape said were in this bag, then look through what all else he put into it." The bag was not very heavy, nor was it bulging with contents, so Harry wasn't sure exactly how 'most everything he would need' could be in there along with a full term's worth of textbooks.

He set the satchel on the bed. The flap had a zippered pocket on it, so Harry thought that would be a good place to start looking. He unzipped the pocket and stuck his hand inside, surprised to find more space in there than he'd expected. Harry rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. Of course the bag must have had an expansion charm on it; Hermione couldn't have been the only person in the world to come up with such a thing. Harry was slightly relieved that his pocket only had a simple expansion charm and not a full wizard's space charm, or else he'd be digging in there for ever.

As it was, his hand fitted inside up to his elbow and his fingers brushed against what felt like a potion's rack. He stuck his other arm inside and carefully pulled the rack out. He'd been correct, it was potions. A rack of sixteen full potion vials, all clearly labeled. There seemed to be four pain potions, four calming droughts, two bone mending elixirs, two generic antidotes, two nutrient potions, and four sleeping potions. Harry uncapped one of the pain potions and drank it quickly. He felt almost instantaneous relief. He let out a pleased moan once all the pain in his annoyingly small body had abated.

Widgit hooted at him.

Harry shot a look at the small bird. "Patience, Dodo," he said, though his tone could be called fond.

Widgit snapped his beak at him in a manner that said 'call me Dodo again and we'll have some problems.'

Harry rolled his eyes and turned back to the bag. "Let's do this then," he mumbled. He began emptying the contents of the bag (the inside pocket of did contain a full wizard's space charm) across the bed. A half hour later, he stood back and took a full inventory of the contents. Inside the pocket where he'd found the potions' rack, he found a small pouch of galleons, and a Gringott's key.

In the main pocket he found a set of coursebooks (all the basics, as well a Arithmancy and Ancient Runes, but no divination), the required Hogwarts' potion's kit, a rack of forty potions, quills, ink, parchment, quidditch gloves, a trunk, and most surprisingly a Silver Star broom (the newest model on the market in this time period).

"Look's like we'll have to go to the Alley for robes," Harry stated, "As well as a cage and treats for you. We'll stop by Gringott's first to make that Time Capsule vault Snape said we need and to take stock of our budget. See if we can splurge for a new wand. Malfoy's wand works, but I'd feel better with a wand that chose me from the beginning." He knew he wouldn't be allowed to buy his phoenix feather wand, the broken pieces of which were still nestled inside the moleskin pouch around his neck, but there may be another wand that that would choose him. He opened that pouch and stuffed the vial of Snape memories he had inside of it.

He repacked everything he had inside of the messenger bag and pulled the strap back over his shoulder. He gabbed the money pouch and Gringott's key and stuffed them into his pocket. "You coming?" He asked Widgit as he stepped towards the door. The owl gave him a hard hard look, before tucking his head under his wing. "Suit yourself then," Harry said, stepping out of the room and pulling up the door behind him.

He headed down the stairs and back into the pub proper. Harry saw Carrie over at the bar chatting with someone. He waited for her to finish her conversation, before waving to get her attention. "Henry!" Carrie said loudly, with a large smile, as she was greeting an old friend.

"Call me Harry, please," Harry said.

"Alright, what can I do you for, Harry?" Carrie asked, large smile still in place.

"I never paid for the room," he stated, raising his money pouch slightly.

"AH!" Carrie said, throwing her hands up in a gesture of faux exasperation. "I knew there was something I forgot. Here I am stuffing my head with all these medical terms, making the simplest things just melt out my ears. You deserve a discount for your honesty; I know some people who would have just kept the room and never mention not paying."

"Handing out discounts again, Carrie?" Tom yelled from down the bar. "Why not just give the lad the room for free?"

"I tried; he's too honest to take it."

"Good, lad," Tom called back. "Maybe I'll be able to stay in business after all. With this niece of mine giving stuff away in exchange for a smile every time I turn around, I thought I might have to close shop."

"I've never given anything away for a smile, Uncle," Carrie stated.

"I'm missing two fingers of some of my best fire-whiskey and there's no galleons in my pocket to back up that purchase. What they pay with then, a kiss?"

Carrie rolled her eyes. "You probably drank that yourself, you coot. Come on, Harry, I'll write up the bill for you stay. You're gonna pay what I say and not a knut more. No arguments."

"Everyone knows better than to argue with you, Carrie," one of the pub's patrons called out.

"And if they don't, they'll learn soon enough," another patron added on.

"Alright you lot, enough chattering before I pull out your tabs and make you pay it in full."

There were some laughs, but no one said another word.

Harry followed Carrie over to the bar and watched as she wrote up his bill. "A room for one night, three galleons, supper one galleon, wake up call and breakfast a courtesy. That will be four galleons total, and I'll accept payments in increments. One galleon now, the rest whenever."

"I think I'll pay the full total," Harry stated, reaching into the bag of coins and pulling out seven galleons. "And a tip for being so kind. So you're gonna take what I pay you, not a knut less. No arguments."

"Cheeky boy," Carrie said, taking the proffered coins. "Get out of my sight before I tie you down and force some food down your throat. You need some meat on your bones anyway."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Ma'am? I'm only twenty-one! Get ye gone before I hex your eyes straight! And don't forget to come back for supper!"

Harry laughed and waved at Carrie as he headed over to the entrance to Diagon Alley. He pulled out Malfoy's wand and tapped the bricks in the correct combination. He stepped through the opening and was once more surrounded by familiarity. Diagon Alley proper never changed. The sub-alleys that branched off from it may adjust to the times, but Diagon would always be home to Ollivander's, Madam Malkin's, Flourish and Blotts, Eyelops Owls, Fortescues' Ice Cream, Gringott's, and the numerous other stores and venues that had stood proudly in their spots since the Alley had first been built. Harry smiled and set his path to Gringott's.

The alley was slightly crowded. There were a few other people dragging around young witches and wizards for last minute school shopping, as well people who seemed to have come on this day for the purpose of avoiding the school crowds, and what looked to be housewives simply trying to get out of the house some with their small children in tow.

Harry moved quickly through the small crowd and ascended the steps of the wizarding bank. He slipped through the large doors and made his way over to one of the goblin tellers. "How may I help you?" The goblin asked gruffly.

Harry smiled. This was a familiar face. "Hello, Griphook isn't it? My name is Harry... er... Henry Frost."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Frost, how may I be of aid?" His tone was less gruff. Harry had learned that goblins showed greater respect and courtesy towards wizards who showed respect towards them. The simplest courtesy Harry could show was to think of them as individuals instead of just faceless, nameless servants.

"I need to view my vault as well as set up a time capsule vault," Harry stated.

Griphook nodded. "I'll have someone take you down to your vault while I get the paperwork needed for the time capsule. Do you have your key?"

"Yes sir," Harry said, pulling the little silver key from his pocket.

"Dodgefin here will take you down and bring you back to me once you're done." Griphook waved another goblin over to them as he spoke. Dodgefin nodded upon hearing the instructions and motioned for Harry to follow him.

"Vault number?" Dodgefin asked. Harry read him in the number written on the tag hanging from the key, before ripping the tag off and stuffing it into his pocket. They got into the carts and raced through the tunnels down to the vault Snape had set up for him. "Key," Dodgefin demanded. Harry handed to him and stepped back as the goblin opened the vault.

Harry stepped inside and froze in place. There was a lot more gold in there than he'd expected. Of course, he didn't know exactly what he'd been expecting, but it wasn't nearly this much. Then again, the vault had to last him through five years of schooling and an additional three years of being out on his own, so...

"Dodgefin, sir, is there a way to check exactly how much gold is here?" Harry asked the goblin standing just beyond the door of the vault.

"Contents' checker is on the wall, there." Dodgefin pointed to a small plaque on the wall by the door that Harry hadn't noticed. He vaguely remembered seeing a similar plaque in his vault back in his own time, but had never taken the time to examine it.

Harry stepped over to the wall and read the little piece of bolted metal. His eyes widened at what he read. Surely this wasn't accurate. There was half a million galleons here! How could Snape have possibly left him so much money? The man had a teacher's salary! Harry doubted he'd seen half a million galleons in his life. Before his eyes, the number on the plaque changed. "What just happened?" Harry asked Dodgefin. "Why'd the number change."

"You just received a deposit from one of the businesses you're share-holder to."

"Businesses?" Harry asked.

"Yes, sir. I was here when your vault was set up the vault for you. Some very good investments were made in your name, Mr. Potter. You were left very well off."

"I'll say," Harry mumbled, his mind running in circles. Snape had said he'd used the Cronus Key to make arrangements for Harry's stay. One of those arrangements must have been investing in businesses that he knew was going to be profitable in the future so that Harry wouldn't have had to worry too much about money. "Wait, did you just call me Potter?"

"Very little of your wizard magic can fool goblins, Mr. Potter. Goblins are timeless beings; we can recognize all we've met in the past, present, and future. Just as we knew Severus Snape when he walked through these doors, displaced from time, we recognized you. But we shall respect your wishes to be known as Henry Frost in this time.

Harry nodded. "Thank you, Dodgefin," he mumbled. He took the coin pouch from his pocket and grabbed a few handfuls of galleons to put in it. He glanced at the contents' checker plaque and saw that the numbers had changed again, showing the amount he'd withdrawn. What a useful thing to have gone so long without knowing existed. He stepped out of the vault. "I'm done here."

"Come, then. Griphook should be ready for you now."

The trip back up to the surface seemed faster than the trip down to the vault. Harry wasn't sure he'd ever get used the the roller-coaster ride that was the goblins' carts. "Mr. Frost," Griphook called once Harry had reentered the bank lobby. "If you would step this way." He gestured towards a door leading to offices where wizards and goblins had private dealings. Harry nodded and followed him. They entered a small room and the door closed behind him, Harry felt a flare of magic in the air and new that privacy charms had activated when the door closed.

"Now, Mr. Potter," Griphook said, taking a seat behind the desk in the room. "I assume the time capsule vault will be addressed to your future self?"

"Yes sir," Harry said.

Griphook picked up a quill and made some marks on the parchment in front him. He must have gathered what he'd need and placed it in the room while Harry had still been down in the vault. "There are a few guidelines for time capsule vaults as well as some general rules wizards displaced from time are required to follow. For example, you're not allowed to leave money in a time capsule and a displaced wizard is not allowed to set up a vault that would lead to their future selves' monetary gain if the money comes from investments alone and no actual work on their part."

Harry nodded. The rules were simple and understandable. It wouldn't be fair for a wizard to use time travel as a way to fatten their own pocketbook.

"Wizards displaced in time are also not allowed to set up time capsule vaults containing harmful artifacts with it's intended recipient being a future enemy."

Harry nodded again. That also made sense. He hadn't even thought of setting up a time capsule vault with Voldemort as the intended recipient containing, say, a cursed magical artifact that would kill him as soon as he entered the vault. That would have been an easy way to end the war, though. Unfortunately the idea had been squashed before it could even be entertained.

"Once sealed, a time capsule vault cannot be opened until the date set on it. But you are under no obligations to seal the vault the day you set it up. Say, you set up the vault today, you don't have to sign for it's sealing until years down the line if you so wish it. As long as the vault remains unsealed, you're free to add and remove things from it as you please. But, there must always be at least one item in the vault or it will cancel itself. You are also allowed to write a letter addressed to the future recipient of the vault, or you can leave the contact completely up to us. Also, if the contents of the vault is small enough, there is the options of having it Owled to the recipient instead of having them come and retrieve it themselves. You do not need to make decisions on this matter until you seal the vault. All you need to do today is fill out this form and place an item in the vault. The vault will seal once you add your signature to it. In the meantime, you can access the time capsule just as you would access any other vault: by talking to a bank teller. There are, however, no keys for time capsule vaults. Instead, you'll need a secret phrase. The phrase can be written or spoken."

Griphook handed Harry the document he'd been marking on, along with a quill. Harry took the paper and read through it. It basically said the Henry Frost, on this thirty-first day of August in the year 1973, would be opening a time capsule vault that, once sealed, would not be opened again until...the date line here was blank and Harry thought about when would be a good time for his future self to receive access to the vault. With a mental shrug, Harry decided that his seventeenth birthday would be as good as any day, and quickly wrote down that date. The form went on to say that the vault was to be given to the first born son of James Potter. Harry wondered why it didn't mention him by name, and then realized that if he screwed up the time line too much, Harry Potter might not be born, but James Potter might still have a son.

Harry read on until he got to the second to last blank line on the parchment. This was the line for his security phrase. Harry briefly considered using 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good' or 'mischief managed', but neither of those seemed appropriate. He tried to think of a phrase that was important to him, or referenced Ron and Hermione in some kind of way, but he came up blank. Harry frowned. What could he use? A sentence flashed in the front of his mind and his frown deepened. He couldn't use that. He couldn't even pronounce that. But Griphook had said the secret phrase could be written. And he surely could spell it, having already seen it twice in Snape's scraggly writing. But why would he want to use a phrase he'd learned from Snape? Especially one that he didn't even know the meaning of? Still...

Harry picked up the quill and wrote down the chosen phrase before he changed his mind. Ce n'est jamais vraiment fini.

He handed the paper back to Griphook without signing it. The goblin read over what he'd written and cracked what for a goblin could be considered a smile. "'Ce n'est jamais vraiment fini,'" he read, and then translated, "It's never really the end. A most appropriate phrase for a time capsule vault, Mr. Potter."

Harry just gave a ghost of a smile, not wanting to admit that he hadn't known what the words meant. He tried to lock into his mind exactly how the goblin had pronounced the words.

"All I need now is an item to place into the vault," Griphook said.

Harry nodded. "One moment please." He reached into the outside zippered pocket of his messenger's bag and pulled out the empty potion's vial he'd placed in there for this very purpose. He then raised his wand to his head and concentrated. He slowly began to draw the wand away from his head and let the silvery stream of memory flow into the vial. Every single memory he had, every second of his life as Harry Potter, was copied and placed into the little glass container. It was amazing it all fit, but the memories were condensed and there was magic at work here. Finally the memories stopped flowing and Harry capped the vial. He handed it over to Griphook.

"Alright," the goblin said. "I will place this in the vault myself. We are all done here. Just one little reminder, don't share you secret phrase with anyone you do not trust. Anyone who comes in here asking to access your time capsule vault that happens to know the phrase will be granted access and will be able to add but not remove items from the vault."

"What?" Harry asked, genuinely surprised to hear this. If he'd known that, he wouldn't have chosen a phrase that Snape obviously knew. Though, he was trying his hand at the trusting Snape thing so he really shouldn't have been too worried.

"Time capsule vaults are traditionally used as a way to leave items for future generations of a family or to give coming of age gifts to young wizards. Limiting the access of the vault to one person made it difficult for people to add their contribution. So, it was made so everyone with the phrase could access and add to the vault, but only the primary account holder could remove items from the vault. That is why such vaults don't have keys."

Harry nodded slowly. That did make sense.

"Is there anything else I can help you with today, Mr. Frost?" Griphook asked, leading Harry back into the main part of the bank.

Harry shook his head. "No sir, but thank you very much for all of your help today."

"You are quite welcome, Mr. Frost. Please come again."

Harry shook the goblin's hand, and with a few more parting words, departed the bank. Now he had shopping to do.