He was shocked however when the goblin in charge addressed him "Mr Potter, I would like to apologise for what happened out in the foyer. I assure you it is not a normal occurrence." In answer Harry asked "How do you know who I am? I never gave out my name." With a smile that looked scary the goblin replied "The wards identified you. When your parents were alive they placed your magical signature on file here at the bank to allow us to know whether or not someone tries to impersonate you and claim your inheritance. Trust me many have tried since your disappearance from the wizarding world." Harry's head was spinning with the implications of what he had just been told.
So he figured it best to ask "I'm sorry sir, but I am quite lost. You are going to have to explain that to me. I didn't understand any of it. What is a magical signature? And what do you mean wizarding world? Is this to do with my magic? I only found out about my magic as it kept healing me every time uncle Vernon and Dudley hurt me. No-one ever believed me when I told them what they did because usually by morning all the proof was gone. It's how I got here too, wherever here is." The goblin was shocked to hear that the boy had no knowledge of his heritage, he then gave Harry the cliff notes version telling he would have to look for information for full details as it take too long to tell him everything about the wizarding world.
He explained about Voldemort and how Harry defeated him but lost his parents in the process. He told him that he was the heir to two ancient and noble houses, one through his father the other through his god father who now resided in prison. He also showed Harry his parent's will which had him in tears as it basically stated that he should have never gone to the Dursleys in the first place. The will was a memory and Harry got to see what his parents looked like for the first time. It gave him an idea that he ran by the goblin who he now knew as Ragnok the head goblin of the bank.
"Ragnok, is it possible to take pictures of memories that could be used as evidence in the muggle world?" Ragnok nodded, "Yes it is. The DMLE have used it as a method of evidence in courts, it's pretty common." Harry smiled and said "Would you be able to help me do that with my memories?" Normally Ragnok would not even entertain such a notion. It was human affairs and nothing to do with goblin affairs but this could be a way to make up for the deceit of their most important client. Keep him happy and he would not clear out his accounts as soon as he gained his lordship and considering the boy was the last of his family this would happen sooner rather than later. He agreed.
Harry watched as his memories of the life with the Dursleys swirled in the basin. Ragnok was pacing the room fuming at what he had seen. He could not understand how anyone could treat a child so. He knew that even if he had not wanted to appease the boy, seeing those memories would have made him want vengeance on his behalf. The pictures lay on the table in envelopes. They were in sections, one pile had the beatings from Vernon, another had the chores he was forced to do, the next pile held the Harry huntings from Dudley and the final pile the treatment from the hands of his teachers. The head goblin made recordings as well of some of the scenes. He made two sets to send to different organisations. One set to the police and the other to social services. After hearing about the last visit from social services and the subsequent return to the abusive home it was easy for Ragnok to see that someone in the magical world was pulling strings to keep Harry in an abusive environment. He planned to find the source before doing anything with the pictures.
By the time Ragnok put in place the last the plans he had made for Harry's protection he had had someone weigh the value of the stones and place them in a vault for Harry. He gave him a coin bag that turned into a wallet and told him how to make it work when he needed money for both the wizarding world and the normal one, it was bonded to him alone and connected to the new vault seeing as he could not touch his inheritance yet.
Harry walked out of the bank well over an hour after he entered. He decided to look around the shopping area. He found himself in front of a shop that smelled really bad it reminded him of a stink bomb Dudley had tried to hit him with but missed and it had landed on Piers Polkiss instead. The beating that followed that little incident made him wish he had just jumped in from of the projectile to prevent what happened.
Following the now familiar nudge from his magic he went inside. He looked around not sure what to do now that he was inside. The shop was filled with what looked like creature parts, fungi, herbs and other things he couldn't figure out. He passed by a jar with a red liquid inside and felt his magic nudge him and knew he was supposed to pick it up. This happened with several things he couldn't identify but he picked them up anyway. When he felt he was done he went to the counter and paid.
A shopkeeper who had been watching him with an incredulous look on his face as Harry went around took the gold coins without question and Harry walked out. Next to the shop was a sign that read Glad rags. Seeing as it was a clothes shop Harry went inside. He noticed the robes that seemed to be popular with most of the people he had seen walking around. He figured it wouldn't hurt to purchase some especially if he was supposed to be a wizard like Ragnok had said. Getting the attention of the sales lady Harry made a request for a new wardrobe. For some reason his magic changed the size of his body from scrawny to slim.
Not wanting to call attention to himself Harry didn't show the surprise he felt. However for the sales lady the words new wadrobe seemed to be the magic words to stop her from asking why a child had come into the shop without parents or a guide. Harry was measured, probed and prodded. Clothes of different colours were thrown over him to see which ones went with his complexion. He did express a desire for more black clothes than any other colour.
By the time she stopped and told him that it would take about an hour to have everything made Harry was more than ready to get out of there. He paid for his order and told her that he would return to pick it up when it was done. The sales lady was shocked when Harry didn't even blink at the cost of the clothes. Everything she made for him would be done with the best and most expensive material she had available it had charms that made the clothes grow with him. It would be while before they became too small. She had just made in one sale enough galleons to cover two years' worth of sales in her shop and that was saying something as her clientele was the elite of the wizarding world. Whoever the boy was must be very wealthy if that was any indication.
Upon leaving Harry found a luggage shop and decided he would need somewhere to put his shopping especially the clothes. He was going to buy more clothes but this time it would not be robes. He needed clothes to wear while outside the wizarding world. He found a black leather satchel he liked on sight. He was even happier when he found out that it had loads of space inside, enough for him to place all his purchases and the different pockets would mean that he could separate them and not worry that the items he had bought in the smelly shop would affect everything else. He purchased the bag and decided he was hungry. He looked around and found a place that sold ice cream. He bought a huge Sunday and sat down to enjoy ice cream for the first time that he could remember. The bowl was huge and full to the brim with his chosen treat. By the time he finished it he was sure he would explode. 'Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to eat so much all at once' was one of the thoughts that ran through his mind.