"Autie, autie". whined a baby voice as tiny hands touched my face softly. I groaned, waking up to see little Harry up close to my face, his innocent green eyes wide open.

I muttered, "I'm up. I'm awake now.". Harry smiled at me triumphantly. I got up, the blanket somehow at the end of my feet, and raised a hand through my hair, positively sure that I got bed head hair. I sighed softly, grabbing my wand out of the sleeping bag, and vanished the sleeping bag.

"I wanna eat.". said Harry intiquistely. I smiled at his look, and glanced out to see a hint of sun. I casted the time spell, and saw that it's 7:30. I sorted myself out, cleaning my clothes of dust and dirt, and cleaned out Harry's magic-proof diaper, and at his request, transfigured some broken wood into a dark blue shirt and gray pants, and rainbow socks and brown sandals.

I asked Harry what he's hungry for. "Appes and bannas!". I remembered Lily told me that Harry was particular to applesauce and mashed bananas. I smiled at that, and told Harry to hold on, and I shifted to Shade, traveling the shadows down over to a distinct alley which is next to a Mcdonald. I shifted back to human and got my wand secured in my hoodie and looked at Harry softly as I held him warmly.

"Okay, Harry. We have to keep our magic a secret while we're eating in there. Do you think you can do that, honey?". I asked gently and seriously.

Harry nodded, "Keepsy.". I smiled, "You're my good boy.". Harry grinned widely. We came in, and some passerby was distracted by Harry, who's cooing and intrigued by the atmosphere everywhere.

I ordered for a cheeseburger and coffee for myself, and I particularly told the worker that my nephew is particular to apples, and is just starting to appreciate solid food. She nodded, saying she will have the apple pie lukewarm, and extra soft so Harry wouldn't hurt himself. I smiled, and asked for a child cup of water as well. All together is 1 pound and 23 pence which is 1 american dollar. Really cheap in 1981, huh? I gave two pounds and got pence for change. I grabbed a sole seat with a kiddie seat for Harry to sit. We happily received our meals, and Harry was enjoying his apple pie immediately.

We finished our breakkie, and left, walking to the Leaky Cauldron which is some blocks away. Harry, now cleaned up from his mess of apples, was staring at everything, turning his head that he got a bit dizzy. I laughed lightly, which earned me a stubborn look from Harry. We arrived at the dingy yet small pub, and before we entered, I metamorphosed into having blue-eyed, brown hair. Harry let me glamour him into a brown-eyed, brunette look. Luckily, with his forehead tucked into my shoulder, nobody noticed the scar, thinking that Harry was shy. I obviously recognized Tom, but he was fortunately busy with another patron, so we slipped by, grabbing my wand to do the brick code.

I was impressed and awed by Diagon Alley. Harry was obviously in love with magic, as he seemed to recognize many things including the brooms in the Quidditch shop window, and the owls at the Emporium. We got to Gringotts in steady time, and Harry was a bit fearful of the goblins as I was as well, but I put respect in my body language, knowing goblins seem to bask for respect and honor, not counting gold.

I encountered a teller, "What may you be here for?".

I smiled wryly, spoke in gobbledygook, "I am here to request a private meeting neither with the Potter Vault Manager, Griphook, or the Head Goblin, Ragnok, for the wellbeing of Harry James Potter, who's with me, please.".

The teller and surrounding goblins in hearing distance was shocked, or surprised that a magical person could speak their native language, or it's the mention of Harry either way.

"Please wait a few minutes, ma'am.". The teller requested. I nodded and headed for a seat, holding Harry who's now looking curious by the situation that just happened.

A while later, a goblin approached me, introducing himself as Wayclaw. He led me and Harry upon a short walk to a casual yet rich-looking room. I could feel the magic, the hint of difference being goblin. The doors closed with Wayclaw locking them. Behind a desk sat probably the tallest goblin I had ever seen, and figuring that he is Ragnok. Nearby stood Griphook, which I very mentally recognized. Harry laughed, surprisingly recognizing Griphook, with his glamour disappearing.

"Gr'phoo', hi, hi!". Harry called, reaching out for Griphook. Griphook had a wry smile, and a slight tilt toward Ragnok, Ragnok nodded, and Griphook came forward, grabbing Harry gently, and I letting go of him. Harry giggled, gripping Griphook's nose playfully. I smiled slightly.

"How I had missed you, young Harry. You are looking well. Who is she?". Griphook asked softly.

"She's mine autie! Autie!". Harry explained happily.

Griphook looked at me with a bemused smirk, "Is that so?".

I metamorphosed back to normal, "Sorry about the new looks. I had to hide Harry safely since the event. I'm blood-adopted by Lily Evans Potter and was requested to look after Harry if anything happens. The name is Sierra Bluebell Smithson-Evans-Potter and am Harry's aunt by all means.". I respectfully replied to the goblins.

Griphook had a widened look while Ragnok looked mildly interested. Ragnok inclined slightly forward, "To prove so, you willingly must take a inheritance test, if you say the truth.".

I smiled respectfully, "I accept your challenge, sir.". Griphook handed Harry to me and left the room, presumably heading to grab the inheritance test paper.

Ragnok looked amused at Harry and me. "Do you like your aunt, little one?".

Harry nodded, "Autie keepsy!". I chuckled at that, and Ragnok had a wide smirk that served as a smile, I think. Griphook came back, and put the papers before me, instructed me to have three drops of blood upon the paper. I nodded, grabbing a pinprick that Griphook handed to me, and soon, with the drops done and absorbing within the papers, the results of my inheritance appeared, and all of us adults was very shocked, especially me.