A/N – Hi everyone! I can't believe how many people are visiting this story; I've got almost 3000 hits! That is really cool. The only thing that I ask is that if you read it and like it, then please put a review up! I've got almost fifty now. Sorry that I haven't updated in a few weeks, this is the longest chapter so far nearly seven thousand words and had taken a while to write. There isn't any action in this chapter – its one of those explanation chapters which sets the basis for the rest of the story. I can promise you a HUGE action scene in the next chapter though. OK question answering time-

Kazua asked if Harry will get anymore weapons during the course of the story, the answer is yes he will, but I will not reveal which ones.

Infinite Freedom had an idea which is on the review section, I can tell you that this will be the case (did you read my mind?) as you will find out in the next section.

Leo Lupin asked if Vergil will be present in the story. I can tell you that he will be mentioned in passing but he will not be physically seen, but his samurai sword Yamato will be.

I would like to say a BIG thank you to Romulus Magnus, Sk8erny, Exardas, wolfprincess09 who seem to be regular reviewers, thank you for your positive comments. Now on with the story-

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The Son of Sparda

Chapter 4 – Untold Truth

"Harry, I don't think that it's the best idea to walk into Gringotts with a sword over your back" commented Professor Dumbledore smiling.

"Point taken, Professor" Harry thought for a second before saying "I've got an idea" He focused on Rebellion and his new found power. Professor Dumbledore looked on in awe as Rebellion began to shimmer slightly, its image rippling, and then it was completely gone. "Where has it gone Harry?"

Harry grinned back "Oh, its still here" he simply placed his hand where Rebellion's hilt used to be and the space shimmered again and the sword was back in place "See?"

Dumbledore smirked then said "Harry, I want you to take a test."

"Test?" Harry asked confused "What kind of test?" Dumbledore moved to Harry's desk pulled a piece of parchment towards him and wrote a symbol on it, then lifted it up so Harry could see it clearly. "What does this rune stand for Harry?"

"Oh, that's easy, the symbol for power" he replied off handily. It took Harry a few moments before he realised what he had just said, the old wizard was just smiling at him. "Um…how did I know…?"

"Ancient Runes, Harry, was once a language used by magical beings many millennia ago, however, since then it has been lost. Wizards also used to use it for more advanced forms of magic, but as Miss Granger will tell you that most of its uses have been forgotton."

"So all magical creatures spoke the same language?" Harry asked confused. "No, every race had different syllables for the various runes, but they still contained the same meaning."

"But that doesn't explain why I suddenly learned a language" he was still confused, a state in which he found himself in a lot lately.

"It was believed that demons and devils also used this language and naturally knew and spoke it. It was a basis for their more advanced forms of magic. In the common tongue it was called the 'Demonata'.

Harry lapsed into his own thoughts, God, this is a lot to take on, a new language on top of demonic powers and being able to wield a sword with ease. Dumbledore's voice broke through his musing

"I suggest you take Ancient Runes for NEWTs Harry" He gave the Professor a questioning look "It will help you perfect it should you need to use the potent magic that it contains." Harry nodded understanding the logic, great more work.

"But Professor, I didn't take the subject for OWLs"

"Not to worry Harry, I will talk to Professor Levy and I'm sure that Miss Granger will help you should the need arise." Harry nodded again and focused on Rebellion and made it shimmer and disappear.

"All set Harry? Everything packed?"

"Yup" he pulled his trunk towards the door and lifted Hedwig's empty cage.

"No need Harry, we're Apparating"

"Uh…we?

He smiled "Give me the cage and you take the trunk" He handed over the slightly messy cage, and gripped his trunk tightly not knowing what to expect. Professor Dumbledore held out his hand for Harry's and said "Don't let go" Harry's vision suddenly went black and he felt a feeling of compression around his body as if it was trying to suffocate him. Just as quickly as the feeling came, it passed. He looked around and found himself standing in the main hall of Gringotts bank. The hall was just as he remembered it. The main pathway was lined with various desks of goblins stamping sheets of parchment with a bang. Wizards and witches queued up, wanting to make withdrawals and deposits in their vaults. Others were exchanging money from muggle to wizarding and vice versa. Dumbledore released Harry's hand as a goblin came rushing towards them. He looked familiar. "Ah, Mister Potter, glad you could make it at such short notice, Raphoke is waiting for you."

"Griphook?" asked Harry surprised. The goblin stared at him in shock and then bowed deeply.

"I have heard of your greatness Mister Potter but to remember my name is truly an honour. Please follow me Mister Potter; I'm afraid Raphoke can get rather impatient." Griphook then turned and led Harry and Professor Dumbledore down a long passage way off the main hall. The wall was lined with paintings of previous Gringotts owners. Each goblin seemed to want to show off how much they owned and in their portraits wore as much gold as possible with many more finely carved ornaments in the background. "Professor, why was he honoured that I remembered his name?"

"Well, I believe it is because most wizards and witches regard the goblins as inferiors, and treat everyone of them the same way" Dumbledore replied sadly. Harry nodded in understanding. The wizarding world had always treated magical creatures as inferior beings. Lupin was a werewolf and he often suffered at the hands of wizards who wished him ill. Dolores Umbridge was a major part in lowering the status of what she called 'filthy half-breeds'. Griphook continued to lead them down the corridor, occasionally taking turns, as it wound its way through the bank.

"Ah, here we are" said Griphook as they turned a final corridor.

"HARRY!" was all he heard before he was tackled with a hug by someone with brown hair. When he opened his eyes he could see the Weasley's, Remus, Tonks and two people whom Harry presumed were Hermione's parents. She was still clutching him in a bone crushing hug and had buried her head in his chest.

"Let him breathe, dear" said her mother as she made her way towards them along with her husband. She had the same brown hair as her daughter and had a kind face like Mrs. Weasley, although she wasn't plump. Her father was a tall man with a long stride and he came walking towards them. Hermione's parents stood out from the rest of the wizards and witches in the room as they were wearing normal clothes like jeans whereas Mr. Weasley and the older generation were dressed in ankle long robes.

Hermione blushed slightly at her mother's suggestion and pulled her head out from his chest and take a proper look at him. Wow. Harry was dressed in simple jeans and a white t-shirt but he looked gorgeous. Then again, Hermione had always thought he looked hot.

"Hey 'Mione" greeted Harry, he was unprepared for how happy he was too see her. He surveyed his best friend up and down. She looked beautiful. She was wearing a pair of jeans a white top with a thin red jacket. Her hair wasn't bushy any more but slick and fine. Harry! She's your best friend! Can't think that way…can't think that way!

"Hi, Harry" she was still blushing and staring at Harry until her mother coughed. "Oh…Harry I'd like you to meet my parents" she gestured to her mother and father "Emma and Dan"

"Pleased to meet you Harry, we've heard so much about you from Hermione" and Emma moved forward to shake Harry's hand.

"Please to meet you too Mrs. Granger"

"Just Emma" she corrected.

"Oh, right" he said in embarrassment. Harry turned to her father, but he seemed to be looking Harry up and down as if surveying him. Hermione sent a quick glare in her father's direction. "Oh…nice to meet you" he quickly adopted a warm smile and held out his hand. Harry shook it and wondered why her father would act as if he was meeting his daughter's boyfriend.

"Harry are you all right?" asked Hermione "Professor Dumbledore told us-"

"I'm fine 'Mione" he interrupted and tried to think of a quick lie "I managed to get away before-MMPH" Harry broke off as he was tackled by Ginny into another bone crushing hug.

"Oh Harry! I'm so glad you're OK!"

"Yeah I'm fine Gin" he gave her a squeeze for reassurance. Even though Harry didn't notice it Hermione and her mother were scowling at Ginny.

"All right mate?" greeted his red-haired best friend as he gave Harry a pat on the back. "Yeah. Takes more than demons to take me out" he joked.

Ron was about to reply when he noticed that Ginny still hadn't let go of Harry. "Err…Gin? You can let go of him now. Harry isn't going to be attacked in the middle of Gringotts." Ginny turned a deep shade of red and let go of Harry quickly. Hermione was still scowling. Fred, George and Bill greeted Harry next.

He was enveloped in another hug by Mrs. Weasley and she fussed over him like a mother. "Gave us quite a scare Harry" said Mr. Weasley.

"Yeah Hermione and Ginny were having a right fit" started Fred.

"And we think we know why" finished George slyly. Harry turned to the two in question only to find them blushing furiously. Being the inexperienced dope that he was, Harry didn't pick up any of these signs unlike the others. He was pulled into a gruff embrace by Remus, much to his surprise. He looked just as worn out as the last time Harry had seen him, more evidence of wizarding kind's persecution. "Are you all right?" he asked seriously.

"I'm fine Remus" he replied thinking that he was concerned about last night.

"That's not what I meant" he was looking at Harry straight in the eye and Harry knew that Sirius' death meant just as much to Remus as it did to him. "I'm…" he tried to say 'fine' but words just failed him. He settled for "I've been better" he faked a smile in an effort to comfort his old teacher and friend.

"We all have." Harry sighed and nodded. He was pulled into another quick hug by Tonks and then the door that they were all standing in front of opened and Griphook came out.

"Raphoke is ready and you may all take a seat". They all filled in and Harry took a look around the room. It was a fairly large one with a small stage at the front. On the stage was a small pedestal with a silver cylinder placed on top. Behind the pedestal was another goblin who Harry assumed must be Raphoke. In front of the stage were chairs arranged so that each had a clear view of the pedestal. "Ah, welcome. Please take seat" acknowledged Raphoke. Harry sat at the front, Hermione took a seat on his left and Remus on his right. Everybody else sat down and made themselves comfortable. Raphoke surveyed the group "I do believe we are waiting for two more." Just as he said that the door burst open and two unwanted people marched in – Narcissa and Draco Malfoy. Harry and the others shared looks and Ron's ears turned red "What are they doing here?" Harry had expected something like this. The Malfoys were technically part of the Black family.

"Potter!" yelled Malfoy when he caught sight of Harry and the other occupants. "What are you doing here? And the Mudblood?" gasps ran through the seated. Ron, Fred, George and Bill made furious moves toward Draco, but stopped when they heard Harry's deadly voice. "Call her that again Draco and I swear to you that you'll live to regret it" All eyes turned to him but he continued to look at Draco straight in the eye. The Slytherin shuffled uncomfortably and moved away. "Arthur" greeted his mother. Mr. Weasley didn't respond. They took a seat at the back and remained silent.

"Err…well…now that we are all here we may begin" began Raphoke uncomfortably. "We are here for the hearing of the will and last testament of Sirius Orion Black. Now let us begin." He moved toward the silver cylinder that was placed on the pedestal and pressed a small button on the flat surface. It slowly started to melt down and released a white wisp of smoke. Harry gasped as the smoke took the form of a ghostly white Sirius sitting down on a chair. Harry just stared at the image of his godfather who looked exactly as he remembered him. Hermione slid her hand into Harry's for comfort and he smiled at her in thanks.

"Well…err…hi everyone" and the image waved awkwardly "If you're hearing this then I've gone and killed myself someway or another. I'm sorry about that I would have definitely liked to have lived to see my name cleared and swallowed up Peter but…well…you know…things change. Now the following is the latest record of my will and I will recite as follows:" The image cleared its throat and said:

"To Molly and Arthur Weasley, thank you for being the parents that Harry never had, I give to you the sum of ten thousand Galleons." All the Weasleys gasped and Mr and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other in shock. Ron had a huge grin on his face. Harry was happy that Sirius had included something for them. If anyone deserved a big sum of money, it was the Weasleys.

"To Fred and George Weasley, I heard that the joke shop is doing really well thanks to Harry's investment. No doubt you'll want to start new branches and expand. So with that in mind I give the only premises that I have in Hogsmeade to you." Fred and George's face lit up. "God knows we all need a laugh at a time like this."

"To Ginny Weasley, I give you half of my mum's makeup and magic styling potions and all her dresses, robes and very expensive clothes, bar one dress. I'm sure that you'll love them. They were the only things that weren't enchanted or dangerous in one way or another." Harry turned to Ginny who was sitting next to Hermione and gaping at Sirius' image. It quickly turned to a smile and she leaned over to look excitedly at her mum.

"To Ronald Weasley, thank you for being Harry's best mate for the last five years, especially since that…that aunt and uncle of his treat him so badly. I give to you my collection of vintage broomsticks. If anyone will appreciate them it's definitely you." Ron bounced up and down happily in his seat.

Sirius' face now turned to anger momentarily before resuming a forced smile "To Narcissa and Bellatrix, my only living cousins, its not too late you know. In my written will I have sent you both divorce papers. That is all I can give you while you still ally yourself with…him" All faces fell on Narcissa and she turned a deep shade of red. Probably because she didn't get anymore money thought Harry stupid bitch.

Sirius then adopted a warm smile "To Nymphadora Tonks, my favourite niece, I give you five thousand Galleons." Tonks smiled at the image and nearly burst into tears, but Remus put a comforting arm around her shoulder.

"To Remus Lupin. Ah, Remus my old friend, you and James were like...no are my brothers. Please, take care of Harry. If I'm gone he needs someone. If Harry will permit it then I would like you to stay at…you-know-where from now on. I also give you all my robes and the sum of ten thousand Galleons. Please let me give you in death what you would not allow James and me to give you in life. I also pass on my godfather title of Harry to you." Remus nodded, he too looked close to tears. He turned to Harry, now his godson and smiled at him. Harry smiled back; glad to have someone he could one day call father.

"To Hermione Jane Granger," Sirius smiled "thank you for being Harry's best friend and his rock, for standing by him whatever happened and for never abandoning him. In the Black family vault Hermione, is a letter from me that will be given to you later today. Read it, but remember that is for you only. I give you the other half of my mum's makeup and styling potions and the one dress that was left out from Ginny. It is absolutely beautiful and you would look stunning in it. The Black family libraries' entire contents now belongs to you." Hermione smiled happily; at the thought of all the books she could devour "I also give you one thousand galleons". She froze in shock, she turned to her parents who were also flabbergasted. Harry squeezed her hand, which had still not left his. She turned and smiled at him.

Sirius now sighed and continued "Harry," Harry's eyes immediately swivelled to the image of his godfather which was looking directly at him. "I'm sorry Harry, that I can't be with you. To see you become an amazing man and the hero of our world." Harry's eyes started to swell up with tears. Hermione squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I'm sorry that I never got to spend as much time with you as I would have wanted, I'm sorry that I've gone and thrown my life away so casually." The image sighed once more "There's so much that I want to say to you and it's in a letter in the vault like Hermione's. Harry, you are like my son, my only reason for being. With that in mind I name you my heir. That means you get ownership access to the family vaults, and I can tell you that there are a lot of them. You inherit all the estates and houses dotted all over the country, which includes you-know-where. The money is yours too, minus the figures listed in the will."

Now Sirius smiled "I can probably bet that Draco Malfoy is here hoping that he'll get named the heir, and get all the money. Ha! Well I can tell you one thing Draco – you're getting jack all!" Malfoy turned deep red in fury. "Actually, on second thoughts, strike that. I give Draco Malfoy two Sickles so he can get a decent haircut. Harry tells me it's awful" The room erupted into laughter, even the goblins were grinning, trying desperately to hide it. Ron was in stitches and was gripping the chair to stop him from falling. Harry was laughing his head of too. Even Professor Dumbledore was trying to refrain from the temptation.

"POTTER! I'll get you for this! You've taken away my inheritance! My fortune! MY MONEY!" He stood up and he and his mother marched toward the door only to be stopped by Griphook. "Mr. Malfoy sir," The goblin held out his hand which had two shiny silver coins in it "your two sickles, sir" The room once more fell into laughter. Ron was having the time of his life. Malfoy snatched the coins and swiftly left the room, followed by his mother.

After the laughter had died down the image of Sirius continued. "I know you've never been the one for material possessions, Harry, but I'm sure you'll enjoy having some of the stuff." The image sighed once more "Harry, my boy, I have a fair idea what the weapon we were guarding is. I don't think anybody knows what it exactly says apart from Dumbledore, and I'm sure he'll tell you when the time is right. Harry, no one deserves that fate, no one. No matter what, nobody deserves to carry the burden of the world on their shoulders. But you must fight, Harry. You are more powerful than any of us, yes, even Dumbledore. I think you know that it will come down to you and him in the end. Fight, Harry. Fight for all those who can't defend themselves from his tyranny. Fight for the ones you love. Fight and win. If you ever need help, turn to Remus, he's smarter than he looks." He smiled warmly at Harry as smiles drew across the other's faces "Bye, and here's hoping I won't see you too soon" Tears had leaked down Harry's face during Sirius' speech and he hadn't noticed until he had stopped. He moved to wipe them away but that job was already being done for him. Hermione gently drew a finger over his cheeks to wipe away his tears. He smiled at her and she squeezed his hand which she still had not let go of.

"Albus," resumed Sirius "I don't think that I have anything that you would need or accept, so all I can say that if Harry allows it, you can continue using you-know-where as headquarters, and please watch out for him." Dumbledore nodded. "Well bye everyone and take care of Harry." With that the smoky image began to unravel and drift slowly back into the now reforming silver cylinder, leaving it the way it was before. There was silence in the room for a few minutes, and then Raphoke stood up and went to the pedestal, removed the cylinder and placed a few notes down instead.

"Now that we have all heard the will, its contents are being made official and as I speak and the appropriate transactions are taking place." He turned to Harry "Mister Potter as said in the will you are now the Head of the Black house and have acquired everything in the various vaults, including magical items and clothing. All bonds, stocks and shares are now yours as well as estates, plots of land and housing. You are also the sole heir of the House of Potter Gryffindor-"

"WHAT!" yelled Harry in surprise "Potter Gryffindor?" In fact the entire room was in shock except the two goblins. "Yes Mister Potter. The House of Potter is the direct descending House from Godric Gryffindor's. That makes you his direct descendant." Harry just sat there numb with shock. "As I was saying, the combined wealth of the Noble and most Ancient House of Black and the Gallant House of Potter Gryffindor would be too large to even try to estimate. I think that it is safe to say Mister Potter that you are one of the richest wizards alive."

"But that can't be right, my vault didn't have that much money in it!" protested Harry.

"No Mr. Potter, the vault you are referring to is the fund set aside for you by your parents for your schooling. There are other vaults containing your parents' wealth. Would you like a letter sent to you detailing you of your current properties and wealth?"

Harry was still flabbergasted as well as the rest of the room. "Mister Potter?"

"Um…err…I guess so…"

"Very good. That letter will be sent to you later today. Now, that concludes the final will and testament of Sirius Orion Black. Mister Potter I suggest you visit the main vault, if there are any items you would like to withdraw as well as money, feel free too." Harry nodded in approval. "Well, that is all thank you for coming". Everybody stood up and left the room. Professor Dumbledore came over to Harry once there were outside. "How are you feeling Harry?" Harry was still in a state of shock. He was the heir of Gryffindor! And Sparda came a voice from his mind.

"Well I…don't actually know Professor" Dumbledore chuckled quietly.

"It was a shock for me too"

"You didn't know?" asked Harry surprised. He shook his head.

"I guessed, but I didn't know for sure, this answers why you were able to pull his sword from the Sorting Hat." Dumbledore explained "A word of advice Harry, you might want to keep an eye on Mister Malfoy. He seemed terribly angry, though I'm sure that due to recent revelations you can handle anything that might come your way" He winked at Harry, not wanting to say anything more because Hermione was standing next to him, she gave Harry a confused look. He just shrugged in response. Dumbledore then turned to the rest of the group who were chatting away. Ron, Fred, George and Bill were still laughing at Malfoy's humiliation. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley were talking excitedly about the makeup and dresses, whereas Mr. Weasley, Tonks and Remus were talking about all the money they had received. "Excuse me everyone," The group turned to look at Dumbledore "I suggest we make a plan for the day. I will accompany Harry to the Black Family vault. Miss Granger you and your parents might want to come with us to pick up your letter." Hermione and her parents nodded "Molly, would you like to finish your shopping today?"

"Yes Albus, we might as well get everything over and done with." Dumbledore nodded. "All right we shall all do our shopping and meet and Flourish and Botts at one. Remember we all have to be at you-know-where around that time." Harry turned to Hermione.

"Why do we have to be back at one?"

"Oh, you'll see" she said with a sly smile. The group started to disperse and head back to the main hall to get a cart to their respective vaults. "I can't wait to see all the money!" yelled Ron. Harry was truly happy for them. The Weasleys had never had much money. They all went off to their own vault. Tonks convinced Remus to go to his vault to withdraw some money to buy himself some new robes. "And you can burn the ones you're wearing when you get home." That left just Harry, Dumbledore and the Grangers. "Well shall we-"

"Mister Potter?" Harry spun around and behind him was Griphook. "Would you like me to show you the Black family vault?"

"Oh…thank you Griphook, that'll be great"

"Then please follow me" He made his way down the corridor and led them to the main underground area where they could take a cart. Emma and Dan began talking to Professor Dumbledore and Harry engaged Hermione in conversation. "How has your summer been so far, Hermione?"

"It's been good, apart from the fact that you didn't write to me at all" she threw Harry a glare. He smiled awkwardly. "Sorry 'Mione. I just…miss him" he finished in a whisper. Hermione put an arm around him "I know Harry. Everything will be OK."

"I hope so." Hermione seemed to realise something and jumped up and down. "What did you get in your OWLs Harry?" she asked excitedly.

Harry laughed "Tell me yours first". She blushed crimson and said.

"Ten Outstanding and one 'E' for Defence Against the Dark Arts." Harry grinned "That's brilliant 'Mione!" She blushed again at Harry's praise.

"Thanks, what about you?" He recited his grades as they walked, and told her about achieving the highest mark in Defence Against the Dark Arts ever. She gasped at this and gave him another hug. "Oh, Harry that's brilliant!"

"Yeah, gave me a shock too. Oh, look" he plunged his hand into his jeans' pocket and pulled out his shiny red Head Boy badge and held it in front of her. She gave a squeal of surprise and delight and threw her arms around him again, stopping him in his tracks. "What is it, dear?" asked Emma as she noticed this. "Mum! Harry's Head Boy!" Emma also looked surprised. "That's brilliant but Harry isn't in his final year yet."

"Well you see…" Hermione then explained in full about the system to choose new Heads. He could tell that Hermione took after her mother as Emma was listening intently to her daughter's explanation and smiled inwardly to himself. Dan, on the other hand, was like Harry, and could only take a certain amount of knowledge before he became bored. He sped up a bit to walk with Harry. "Congratulations"

"Thanks Mr. Granger" he was happy that Mr. Granger liked him after his unusual behaviour of their first meeting.

"Just Dan, Harry" he corrected.

"Oh, right" Harry and Dan got to talking. Dan asked Harry many questions about Gringotts and the vault system. He had never been this far in and always just exchanged money over the counter. He listened intently to Harry's explanation of the various parts of the bank, and had the same interest with the magical world as Mr. Weasley had with the muggle one. Harry decided that he quite liked Dan; he was an interesting person to talk to. Dumbledore soon joined in with the conversation.

"Right Mister Potter just hop into the cart and we can be on our way." explained Griphook. Harry jumped in and Hermione took a seat next to him with her parents and Professor Dumbledore sitting behind. They had another roller coaster ride which Emma and Dan found to be quite an experience, and one they hoped they would not have to do very often. The speeding cart came to a halt right outside vault number seven hundred and eleven. "Vault seven hundred and eleven, the main Black family vault" announced Griphook. Harry and the others quickly jumped out of the cart, their heads still spinning. Only Professor Dumbledore seemed unfazed.

Griphook pulled out a shiny gold key from his pocket and stuck it in the lock of the vault and twisted. Harry heard multiple locks click into place, many more than he remembered hearing for his own vault. The magnificent door swung open and Hermione and her parents gasped in surprise. Harry was too shocked to even say anything, his jaw hung loosely on its hinge. Money. That was it in a nutshell – Money – and lots of it. Shiny gold galleons were stacked in piles and reached all the way to the ceiling, followed closely by silver sickles and bronze knuts. The vault was HUGE, at least the size of the Great Hall. Lining the walls were hundreds of books, magical artefacts and ornate robes.

"Mister Potter there are four more similar vaults like this, although they are slightly smaller" Harry just gaped at the goblin who placed the key into his hand. Hermione squealed and ran to the nearest shelf and started skimming through the names of books, picked one out and sat down on one of the many couches dotted around the vault. Professor Dumbledore was absent mildly looking at one of the artefacts and Hermione's parents were still gaping and the colossal pile of gold in front of them.

Harry was less interested in the gold and more curious about the artefacts in the vault. He moved to the walls and started to browse through them. There were loads, ranging from magical tea sets to weapons. As Harry continued looking around he saw racks and racks of finely carved swords. Many had inlaid jewels with the blades made out of pure gold or silver, though, in Harry's opinion, none of them matched up to the magnificence of Rebellion. Then Harry came to the robes section. There were simple garments as well as ornate dress robes, made of pure silk. Harry also noticed many old battle robes, their armour made from dragon hide. Harry considered taking one of these with him, they would be a great help in a fight. But one of them caught his eye. It was simple, no where near as glorified as the other battle robes, but this was the main reason it attracted him. It was in fact just a simple red robe, shaped a lot like a muggle jacket. It had a few shapes and patterns on it but nothing fancy, yet it had a certain elegance to it. Harry turned around and spotted Professor Dumbledore browsing nearby and he called him over.

"Professor, what's this?" His headmaster came striding over and surveyed the simple yet elegant battle robe.

"Ah, yes, Sirius told me about this. It is an old battle robe Harry, as you might have guessed. It is made from the essence of a Chinese Fireball's hide. The thinnest and most flexible part of it. Numerous charms have been placed on it, such as a resistance to curses and jinxes. It is designed to provide the user with maximum comfort and agility as well as a good amount of protection." Harry lifted the robe off its hook and put it on. Instantly Harry could feel the many wards placed on it come alive, his already heightened senses from his demonic powers were improved to the extent that he was subconsciously aware of everything around him. The blood red robe extended right down and passed his knees. Strangely it had a collar which made Harry look very cool indeed. This is amazing! Harry quickly took a look around to make sure nobody but Professor Dumbledore was looking, and made the robe shimmer and disappear like Rebellion. He gave Dumbledore a wink and walked back to the entrance.

Hermione was still on the couch reading and her parents were examining some of the artefacts. "Griphook?" The goblin scurried up to Harry.

"Yes Mister Potter?"

"I was wondering if their was a way for me to take more money in something portable, rather that lugging it around in a few big pouches."

"Of course Mister Potter, one moment," the goblin ran to the entrance and took an unremarkable pouch and what appeared to be a notebook from one of the shelves next to the door "this pouch can carry up to one thousand galleons Mister Potter, which should solve your problem. And being raised in the muggle world, you might recognize this." He showed Harry the item that he mistook for a notebook.

"A chequebook?"

"Yes, it functions in the same way except that instead of your signature you must place your wand tip on it to verify your identity." He held out the pouch and the magical cheque book, Harry took them after saying thank you. The goblin went back to his previous post by the entrance of the vault. Harry quickly moved to the colossal pile of gold and started scooping in as many galleons, sickles and knuts into the bottomless pouch. As soon as he finished the others came over. "Finished, Harry?" asked Hermione.

"Yup," He noticed that Hermione had a couple of books under her arm, he immediately knew what she would ask next and decided to answer first "sure Hermione". She gave him a questioning look.

"You can take the books," he smiled at her, as she blushed.

"Thanks Harry. And I found the letters." She handed Harry a letter addressed to him in Sirius' handwriting and pocketed her own, Griphook came up to them after that.

"All finished Mister Potter?"

"Yes Griphook, can you take us back now?"

"Of course, but first," he fiddled around in his small pockets and pulled out three velvet boxes, ones that rings are usually kept in. "Your mother's engagement ring as well as your parents' wedding rings" He handed them to Harry who took them with awe. Each ring was in a red velvet box. Harry slowly prized open the engagement ring's box, and Hermione gasped behind him. It was simply beautiful. The gold was stunning, swirling around a perfect red ruby, which was just as perfect as the Amulet of Sparda's. The wedding rings were of a similar design, but his mother's had more than one ruby. He placed the rings carefully in his pocket "Thank you, Griphook," said Harry who truly meant it "but how did you get it?"

"Your godfather in his written will, asked that it be given to you from your vault, he feared that you might not actually find them" he explained. Harry nodded and they left the vault and jumped back into the cart. Hermione took the time to explain in detail to Harry what and why she was taking her subjects for NEWTs. "Oh, yeah, I'm taking Ancient Runes for NEWTS." Harry said, Hermione looked surprised.

"But Harry you haven't taken it for OWLs!"

"Well I just read tonnes of books over the last few weeks I think I've got it nailed now. Professor Dumbledore gave me a little test and he thinks I'm good enough." Hermione was amazed. Ancient Runes was arguably the most difficult subject next to Arithmancy, and Harry had understood all the difficult theory in a few weeks. To Harry's complete surprise Hermione had bought his awful lie and now just looked happy. She was in fact thrilled to be able to spend more time with Harry, away from Ron.

"So what subjects are you taking?" she asked. Harry had decided on his subjects the night before and filled out his form, but he had not had a chance to send it off yet.

"Well, obviously Defence Against the Dark Arts," Hermione nodded and silently urged him to continue, hoping that all her subjects were the same as his. "Ancient Runes, Potions, Charms, Care for Magical Creatures and Transfiguration." Hermione squealed in happiness, he was doing the exact same subjects as her, apart from the fact that she was taking Arithmancy as well. When she explained this to him he just gaped at her.

"You're taking seven NEWTs?" she blushed but then protested.

"You're taking six!" Harry smiled at her sheepishly.

"Yeah…well," Hermione sighed in exasperation as they left Gringotts and made their way through the crowds in Diagon Alley to do their shopping. They visited Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, for new school robes as theirs were several inches short at the arm and leg. Also on their school lists were dress robes. Harry grimaced at this; his last experience at a ball was a disaster. He had not gone with the girl he had liked and ended up staring at her and not paying any attention to Parvati, the girl he ended up taking. Thoughts of the Yule Ball sent him thinking about Cho. He had treated her awfully last year, and had just been too stubborn to accept it. He seemed to be treating a lot of people badly lately. Harry resolved to apologise to Cho, he figured that he would be seeing a lot of her this year as she was Head Girl. Hermione, on the other hand, had the total opposite attitude to Harry, and was fretting about which dress to get. Emma suggested that she look at the dress Sirius left for her, she happily agreed. As they walked to the Apothecary Harry voiced his concerns about finding a date for the night, it had been a pain to find anyone. "Maybe I shouldn't go"

"Oh, come on Harry! You won't have a problem finding a date!" she exclaimed. Harry was confused. "Why?"

"Why! Why! Harry haven't you been reading the Daily Prophet?"

"Of course not, load of rubbish" said Harry remembering when the Daily Prophet had spread lies about him which convinced many of his fellow students that he was a lying madman and that Professor Dumbledore was going senile.

"Not anymore, now they've completely turned around," explained Hermione "they can't stop praising you. They're even calling you the Chosen One, the only person who can free us from Voldemort, which is of course total rubbish." Harry quickly looked down at his shoes, knowing that was probably the only thing that the Prophet had guessed right. Hermione had not noticed this and continued. "Anyway, my point is Harry that now you're a hero and one of the most fanciable guys around" Harry scoffed into his ice cream, which they had bought at Florean Fortescue's Parlour, and stared at Hermione.

"You're pulling my leg!"

"I am not" said Hermione, annoyed that Harry didn't believe her "girls will be queuing up to ask you out." Harry found the fact that girls would actually be interested in him, an OK looking sixteen year old, hard to believe. They stocked up on their potions ingredients at the Apothecary, buying much more than usual since they were taking NEWTs and new substances were needed for more complex potions.

Emma, Dan and Professor Dumbledore decided to wait for them at Flourish and Botts while they browsed around. Harry was sure that he had seen glimpses of Alastor Moody, the ex-Auror, but every time he looked back he was gone. He was no doubt following Harry, to make sure nothing happened to him. Harry found this quite unnecessary since a Death Eater was no more of threat than an ant with his new powers. They continued to wander the shops, stopping to buy essential purchases like new quills and ink, and less essential items such as sweets and drinks at a few stalls. Many people stopped them to shake Harry hand, and several kids pointed at him. Harry soon became annoyed at this, and he flattened his hair in an attempt to cover his scar.

Harry and Hermione soon came to Quality Quidditch Supplies, his favourite shop in the whole street, and he asked Hermione if they could just have a look. She agreed and followed Harry inside. As soon as he pushed the door open and entered the store his jaw dropped in awe. There on a podium, with drooling children and wide-eyed wizards and witches gathered around, was a new broom. It was the most amazing broom Harry had ever seen; even Hermione seemed captivated by it. The streamlined handle was a shade of brown that bordered on a deep red. Each twig was perfectly carved to create the perfect shape and on the top of the handle, written in gold flaming letters was-

"The Phoenix…"

A/N – So what do you guys think? Please tell me in your reviews! Do you like the name 'Chains of Torment'? I hope that Harry and Hermione scenes were OK, if not please tell me and give suggestions and I'd be happy to re-submit. Can anyone tell me if they know what the name of the tower that Dante goes into in Devil May Cry 3 is? Just so you know the 'Untold Truth' was the fact that Harry was Gryffindor's heir, I couldn't think of a better name since nothing amazing happens in this chapter. Credit goes to Arjuna for the chapter title

Next Chapter – Devil's Tower

P.S – thanks to Phoenix Flame Dude for help and ideas for the story.