"You want to leave?"

Vernon Dursley had long ago mastered the art of scaring people who wanted something from him. His threatening pose had intimidated young Harry Potter all of his childhood. However not today.

"Yes Uncle. One of my friends from school will be taking me in." Harry said, standing in the hallway, holding his trunk and owl cage.

"Why would someone want to take you in?" His podgy Uncle asked rhetorically, before the letting a grin break out. "So the whole summer, you'll be gone?"

"Yes Uncle." Harry said, inwardly rolling his eyes. As if he hadn't said that, what, twelve times already? "So can I leave?"

"As long as we don't have to give you anything. And you don't come back at all." The muggle gave a smile.

"But Vernon he said -" Petunia was cut off by her husband.

"I don't care what some crackpot said! This is my house and he's under my custody and he does what I say not some old tosser!" Vernon raised his voice. This was a rare occurrence - he genuinely loved his wife, and never yelled at her.

"Thanks. I need to go now." Harry shrugged.

"How are you getting there?" Vernon asked. "Because i'm not driving you anywhere."

"Course not." Harry could barely keep the sarcasm from his voice. "Wouldn't dream of even asking."

And with that the portkey whizzed him away, leaving behind a red faced Vernon Dursley and a faint headed and gasping Petunia Dursley.

"Lord Potter you made it." Augusta Longbottom said before walking towards the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry shot Neville a look, who simply shrugged as they followed her through the empty pub. Briskly she opened the pathway to Diagon Alley, her wand flicking, before she led them directly to Gringotts.

"Now, we need to investigate exactly what is in your possession. Then we will see if your properties have been properly taken care of. Your social calendar will be evaluated, then I see that we need to go shopping for items fitting for a young Lord." The matron of Longbottom House said forcefully. "Are you just going to carry your trunk all over Diagon? Hand it over here." She clucked, grabbing the trunk and shrinking it, placing it in her pocket and leaving Harry to walk around with a snowy owl instead.

"Neville, you need an owl too." The boy in questions grandmother stated, not looking at her grandson who was trailing behind her.

"You always said I couldn't have one." Neville stated, sounding very confused.

The passerby were minimal, only a few Aurors and a couple of shoppers, who glanced at their savior curiously, but quickly looked away, avoiding eye contact.

"Yes well, you are to become a Lord, and a Lord should not have to use Hogwarts owls, which are charity. And I wanted you to learn responsibility before I got you something worthwhile." They approached Gringotts as the woman muttered to herself. "So of course your uncle gets you a toad."

She continued ahead, her green robes sweeping the floor as she approached the service counter.

There were few people around and they quickly made it to the beginning of the queue. "Hello. I am Lady Longbottom and I am here with Lord Potter. He needs to see someone about his vaults immediately." Augusta stressed the word, and the goblin serving gave a huff before standing up and putting his name sign away.

"If you would follow me." The pissed off goblin growled, walking towards a large wooden door.

He pushed it open and led the three wizards through to a labyrinth of offices. Pushing open a door, he gave what Harry suspected to be a mocking bow, and allowed them to walk into the office.

"Lord Potter, Lady Longbottom and young Lord Longbottom." The goblin behind the desk bent his head, flipping through a heavy, dusty tome.

"We need to see all of Lord Potters assets, including what he is to inherit from the Black will." Augusta's curt voice left no room for argument.

"But of course. We were waiting for you to come back to Gringotts. After all you are turning sixteen soon. And wizards aren't stupid enough to waste their gold by not claiming it." The goblin gave what Harry assumed was a grin, but instead succeeded in scaring the shit out of him.

"So Lord Potter has the Potter estates and possessions - the Potter Manor, the Godrics Hollow house, the London house and the Tinworth holiday place. There is also the Potters company, and the Le Feuvres company." The goblin said matter of factually. "Then the vaults 687, 711, 768 and 834."

"Yes, that is as expected. The Black possessions?" Augusta Longbottom pressed.

The goblin gave a sigh, as Harry was left in shock. That much? He had not been expecting anything other than his Trust vault, although the word 'Trust' probably should of informed him that more was to come.

Finally the goblin finished explaining, leaving Harry with nine vaults, 12 properties and a couple of companies. According to the goblin, only the Heads of House could have access to three of those vaults, and as Harry was not yet sixteen, he would not be able to be officially recognised as a Lord until he was, and therefore he did not have access.

However Harry was far from worried about not being let into three vaults. From what he could tell, these vaults were definitely not empty, although he would have to leave exploring them to another day, as he didn't want Lady Longbottom biting his head off.

"Now as we have established exactly what you own, is there anything else?" The goblin asked impatiently, bored by his human company.

"Yes in fact." Augusta Longbottom sniffed. "I would like you to set up a wire transfer for his vaults. We need to withdraw two hundred and fifty galleons today."

"You know of the additional cost?" The goblin asked.

"Do you take me as an idiot?" She gave a sniff. "Of course I do."

Neville, who had been quiet the entire time, leaned over to fill Harry in. "Wire transfers are a couple of knuts each time, however they allow you to simply ask a goblin to withdraw some money without you having to physically go down to the vault."

That explained why the Weasley didn't use one.

The goblin wrote something down on a piece of parchment, before grabbing a brown leather bag and putting the scarp inside that.

To Harry's shock and amazement, a golden glow appeared, filling the sachet with coins that clinked as they fell.

"Wicked." Harry breathed, as Neville gave a smile of amusement.

"Thank you for your time." Lady Longbottom said, not even bothering to sound genuine, as she grabbed the bag, handed it to Harry and walked out.

Three hours later Harry found himself at the Longbottom Mansion. His feet were aching, as apparently he didn't dress 'appropriately' for a future Head of House, and therefore he had to spend hours standing as he was fitted with galleons of robes.

Then there was 'proper equipment' for a wizard, such as books and quills and ink and potions items that had to be brought in high quality.

And then there was the fact that his 'social calendar' needed to be updated. They had to go back to Gringotts, where a goblin held all of the invites that he had received for events that had yet to happen. Not to his or the Longbottom's surprise he had received many invites that had expired, as in he had been uninformed of the fact that he was invited to such events.

Currently he and Neville were sorting through them in the library, which like most of the other parts of the Manor was brightly lit. "There's one from the Malfoys here." Neville stated, screwing his nose up.

"Seriously?" Harry asked incredulously. "Why would they even dream that I'd attend?"

"It was probably a political thing. And probably sent out in masses. We get those too." Neville shrugged.

"What do you do?" Harry asked.

"Decline them." Neville threw the invite into the bin next to him.

Harry gave a grin. "I have an invite from the Notts? Should I accept it?"

In reality the only reason Harry was accepting any invites was because of Neville and his grandmothers judgement. If he knew the family and liked them then he was more likely to accept however, if he didn't like them he was less likely. For instance for the Gaudet's Christmas Ball was one of the only invites about Christmas he received, held on Christmas Eve's night, as according to Neville it was legendary, and if you got an invite you accepted quickly.

"The Notts are okay. What's the date?" Neville asked, grabbing the quill they were using to mark into Harry's calendar they had made.

"The fifteenth?" Harry asked, his answer being received when Neville started writing it down.

"Address and time?" He asked, his brown hair brushing the paper.

"It's at the Nott Mansion and it's at nine PM." Harry replied. "By the way do you know Susan Bones?"

"Harry I was in the DA with you. Of course I know Susan." Neville appeared to be opening up and gaining confidence as he rolled his eyes. "Plus we basically grew up together. But why?"

"I received an invite from her personally on the last day of school." Harry shrugged, frowning at a flyer about a 'secret gentlemen's club'.

"She gave you an invite personally? She must of really wanted you to go. Sue isn't really the type to just casually invite strangers." Neville gave a shrug.

"She said something about owing her life to me?" Harry shrugged.

"Sue said that? Wow. She's been getting worried." Neville gave a look. "Is this her getting out party?"

"Yeah. Should I go?" Harry asked, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Well I'll be there, and they are always really fun. She tries to invite like the whole year and some of the upper and lower classes. It's fun." Neville gave a shrug.

"Wait you've been to these parties before?" Harry asked, slightly confused by Neville's personality changes. He didn't really seem like the sort of guy to go to the 'cool' parties, especially ones hosted by Hufflepuffs.

"Yeah. We all grew up together. But it's tomorrow, so you probably want to reply soon." Neville gave Harry a look.

"Okay fine. So we're going to a party tomorrow I guess?"

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