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Harry walked into the Burrow's kitchen a week after Kingsley had visited the Burrow. He had been anxiously awaiting his owl containing the information on becoming an Auror. He was finally given the chance to become an Auror! But the other thought weighing on his mind was leaving all of his friends for three years. He had missed everyone immensely for a year, but he still had Ron and Hermione. He might still be with Ron, though.

That would also mean leaving Ginny for another three years. She almost hadn't forgiven him the first time, what would happen this time? Harry knew that Ginny didn't know of him becoming an Auror, because Harry had been waiting for just the right moment to break it to her.

Harry had decided that during a walk with her around the Burrow would be the perfect time to tell her.

"Hey, Ginny. Would you care to take a walk with me?" asked Harry.

"I would love to, Harry," replied Ginny with a smile.

She took Harry's arm and together they walked outside.

After walking well away from the Burrow and Fred's grave, Ginny broke the silence.

"Harry, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"What makes you think I want to tell you something?" asked a guilty-faced Harry.

"I know you, Harry."

"All right, I'm gonna have to tell you anyway, so here it goes. When Kingsley came here a week ago, he really came to offer me and Ron jobs as Aurors. And both me and accepted."

"That's great, Harry!"

"Yeah, except for one thing. The Auror training is three years long."

The smile on Ginny's face faltered. Judging by that, Harry could figure that Ginny had not known that.

"I still think that you should take the job, Harry. It's what you always wanted!" Ginny clearly thought that it was her who was standing in the way. It was partly her. More her family in general.

Harry noticed the smile on Ginny's face falter. Harry pulled Ginny into a hug.

"I'm gonna miss you, Harry."

"I will too. But you can't get rid of me that easily, you know. The training doesn't start until September 7th."

Ginny looked suddenly happier. "You'll see me off to Hogwarts?"

"I wouldn't even think of missing my last chance to see you."

They stood in silence.

"Harry! There you are there's a couple of Goblins here, says they need to see you, now!" Hermione and Ron were running towards them.

"Were coming!" shouted Ginny.

Harry looked pale. They've probably come because of us breaking into Gringotts.

That same thought occurred on Ginny. "They would want Ron and Hermione too, if that's why they were here."

Harry thought about it all the way back to the Burrow.

"Hello, Mr. Potter. I am Remon. And this is my colleague, Venis," said the Goblin named Remon.

"You're not here because…" trailed Harry.

"All charges have been cleared for you as well as young Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger. We are here for other matters," said the Goblin named Venis.

The color in Harry, Ron and Hermione's face returned.

"Then why are you here?" Hermione asked.

"These matters don't concern you, as well as the Weasleys," said Venis.

"They don't?" asked Ron.

"Why we are here is between us and Mr. Potter," said Remon.

"They can stay," said Harry. He didn't want to be left alone with them. He had learned the hard way not to trust Goblins. Griphook had yet to turn up.

"If it's your wish," said Venis.

"Why are you here, and why doesn't it concern anyone else?" asked Harry.

"This is a matter of Mr. Potter's Gringotts accounts," said Remon.

"I already have my vault, thank you," said Harry, confused.

"That was your School Fund, Mr. Potter. We are here regarding your Family Heirlooms vault, the vault containing the rest of your money, and the vaults for the Black Family."

"The Black Family?" asked Harry.

"Yes. Seeing as Sirius was the one who was to get the family fortune, but he has passed it onto you," said Venis.

"Oh."

"Yes. Where would you like to begin, Mr. Potter?" asked Remon.

"Let's start with the Family Heirlooms vault," said Harry. I had no idea that I had so much money! thought Harry.

"Your choice. We have very little knowledge on what is contained in that particular vault. The only things that we know are there are your houses. The other things are portraits of your ancestors, jewelry, books, furniture, and the like," said Remon.

"My Houses?" asked Harry. How many houses could one family own? thought Harry.

"Yes, Mr. Potter. Your houses, plural. You have the house in Godric's Hollow, which is now a memorial, as I think you know," said Venis.

"Yes, I'm aware," responded Harry.

"You also have Potter Manor. The Potter's are an old and respected Wizarding family. That house is around 300 years old. As stated in Sirius Black's will, you are in possession of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. It no longer is under the Fidelius Charm, seeing as there is no longer threat to its residents. You have inherited Black Manor as well. The Black's are also a very old and respected family. Their house is slightly older than those of the Potter's, but only by a decade or so," continued Venis. It was probably his job to learn about his houses. "You have one more home, the Potter Beach House. It's located off the coast off Stonehaven, Scotland. It was purchased by the Potter generation before your parents, so that would make them your grandparents."

"I have five houses?" Harry had no idea how rich he actually was.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, you do. The Potters are one of the richest families in the Wizarding world, in case you didn't know," said Remon.

Harry, along with the Weasleys that were in the room were standing/sitting as still as stone.

"If you would like more knowledge on what is housed in that vault you can visit Gringotts on a later date to see the contents. What vault would you like to be informed on next?" asked Remon.

"Um, how about the Black family vault?" said Harry.

"Yes. It is fairly similar to the Potter vault situation. We aren't permitted to know many of it's contents, but we have a general idea. Mostly gold, furniture items, jewelry, money, portraits and similar things," rattled Venis.

"OK." said Harry.

"That leaves us with the vault containing the rest of your gold," said Remon.

"Wouldn't that be just my family's gold?" asked Harry.

"Yes, it would Mr. Potter," said Remon. "Here is the paperwork regarding what I just told you about," he said as he handed Harry a thick folder. "And here, is the keys to your vaults," he said, handing him an envelope that Harry assumed held the keys. "Would you like for us to transfer the money in your School Fund vault to the vault holding the rest of your gold?"

"Yes, please." Harry responded.

"That is all, so we will be leaving. If you have any further questions, you may visit me at Gringotts, I am the Goblin in charge of your family's vault." Remon said.

"Good bye, then." Harry stood up, along with the Goblins.

The Goblins made their way to the door.

Once they had made it past the appartation point, they disappeared with a crack.

"Harry?" asked Ginny.

"What is it, love?" Harry responded.

"How you doing?"

"Fine. Relieved. That they weren't here to arrest me," Harry said, smiling.

"Yes, it's great that they didn't take you off to Azkaban. But I don't think that Kingsley would allow you to go to Azkaban," said a playful Ginny.

Harry pulled her into a hug. "No, I don't think that he would."

Harry kissed the top of Ginny's head.

"Well, what's the plan for the rest of the day?" asked Ginny.

"I wanted to go to Diagon Alley. To see the contents of my vault, and maybe, if your family is up to it, we could check out the Joke Shop," said Harry.

"That's a great idea! Of course, if everyone else is up to it," said an enthusiastic Ginny.

"Well, let's ask them," said Harry.

The couple made their way to the kitchen, where all the Weasleys who were making residents at the Burrow were.

"Harry had the greatest idea, Mum," said Ginny.

"And what was that, dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley, preoccupied with making lunch for the family.

"We should go to Diagon Alley, as a family. To, you know, see what state of peril Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is in."

George looked up from the Daily Prophet at hearing the news.

"Ginny, I'm all for going to Diagon Alley, but it's not me you should be asking for visiting the Joke Shop," she responded.

Ginny turned her attention to George, who was now paying full attention now.

"Please, George? Can we go?" she asked with her best pleating, helpless voice.

"Well, I suppose that it wouldn't be a bad idea. And I guess that we would need to see it eventually, so in that case…" George said, weighing his options.

"Is that a yes?" asked Ginny hopefully.

"I suppose that it is," said George, standing up. "I am going upstairs to get ready."

"How 'bout we eat here, then Floo to Diagon Alley afterwards?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"Great," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Until then, how about we play a game of Quidditch?" asked Harry.

"Sure, I'll go and round up the players." Ron said, getting up to snag the brothers.

Harry and Ginny made their way to the shed to grab the brooms and balls.

Within 5 minutes, Harry, Ginny, Ron, George and Charlie were standing in the center of the field, holding brooms in their hand, dividing into teams.

"How about Ron plays Keeper, Harry and Ginny are Seekers, and me and George are the Chasers," said Charlie.

"I'll have Harry on my team," said George.

"I guess that means I get Ginny," said Charlie, Harry thinking that he could hear a little bit of disappointment in his voice.

"Let's play!" said Ginny.

They were up in the air in seconds.

Hermione was the reff, but she wasn't the greatest, considering she didn't know many rules for Quidditch.

Charlie scored then George, then Charlie, then Charlie again. He was doing better, because George had been a Beater, not Chaser.

After a half-hour of playing, Ginny and Charlie were so far ahead, that the only way that George and Harry were going to win was if Harry caught the Snitch. Neither Harry nor Ginny had spotted the golden sphere yet, though.

Hermione was clearly getting bored; she had never liked Quidditch much, only attending the games at Hogwarts because Harry was always on the team.

Just as Ginny mad a dive out of the way of Charlie, Harry spotted the Snitch. It was glittering a little across the field. Harry had the advantage over Ginny, having the faster broom and being closer. Just as Harry began to speed towards the Snitch, Ginny spotted it as well. She knew very well that Harry would make it there before her, but she gave it the benefit of the doubt, racing at full speed.

She was too late, but only by a couple of seconds. Harry had the Snitch in his hand when Ginny made it to where Harry was. She was going too fast to stop suddenly, so she instead crashed into Harry, sending them both flying off their brooms.

They landed in the bushes nearby. It was a short fall, only about 15 feet, so neither was injured.

"Nice going, Ginny," said a sarcastic Harry.

"I'm sorry, OK?" said Ginny.

"I forgive you," said Harry, kissing her.

"We should get out of here, the branches hurt," she replied, while struggling to get out of the bushes.

"Let me help you."

"Thanks."

They climbed out of the bushes to find a small crowd.

"Are you all right?" asked Hermione.

"We're fine, really," said Harry.

"I just couldn't stop fast enough," said Ginny, explaining.

"Yeah," said Harry.

As if on cue, Mrs. Weasley called out to them.

"Not a word to mum," threatened Ginny.

"Agreed," said everyone else.

They all walked into the Burrow's kitchen, hungry.

Mrs. Weasley dished them up food, and they all ate in semi-silence, with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley making small conversation.

When everyone had finished eating, and the remains of lunch had been cleaned up, everyone made their way to the fireplace that was connected to the Floo Network.

Mrs. Weasley held out the pot containing the Floo Powder, and everyone took a pinch.

"We'll meet you at the Joke Shop, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Can I go with you, Harry?" asked Ginny.

"Sure," he said.

"Diagon Alley!" shouted each person as they stepped into the fire.

Harry stepped out of the fireplace that was connected to Diagon Alley.

He realized that the last time that he had been here, was when he had robbed Gringotts with Ron and Hermione. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. But it was short lived, because Ginny stumbled out of the fireplace next.

"It's been a long time, you know?" said Ginny casually.

"Yeah, it has," he replied in the same casual tone.

Just as he finished speaking, the shoppers of Diagon Alley had figured out that Harry Potter was there.

"It's HARRY POTTER!" said the shoppers.

He was soon surrounded by a crowd of people, each wanting their own piece of Harry.

Harry grabbed Ginny by the elbow and started to slowly make his way through the crowd.

It was a good 10 minutes before Harry and Ginny were at the steps of Gringotts, the crowd that surrounded them earlier had thinned, but only slightly.

When Harry walked into Gringotts, he got a few hostile and angry looks from some of the Goblins working their, but most were just staring at him with the usual blank expression that they gave to every customer.

"How may I help you?" asked the teller.

"I'm here to see my vaults, please." Harry said as he handed over the keys.

"Yes, this way." The Goblin began to lead them back the same way that he had walked on the way to the Lestrange's vault.

After they had made it through the mazes of tracks that lead to all the vaults, they arrived at the Family Heirloom vault.

The Goblin inserted the key, and the door opened.

What lied behind the door shocked both Harry and Ginny. It was mountains of gold, and other valuables.

Harry walked through the vault, eyeing each item with care.

"Hey! Harry! Check it out," said Ginny, pointing at a square glass box.

"What's in it?" he asked, making his way over to where Ginny stood.

"It looks like wedding rings," she said, marveling at each one's beauty.

Harry didn't have to look hard to find his parents. They were at the far right of the box. Harry assumed that they went in chronological order.

His mom's was beautiful. It had a solid gold band with a single silver stripe down it. The stone was an emerald, most likely to match her eyes. And Harry couldn't help but imagine Ginny's hand with that ring. But he shook the image from his mind quickly. We're both young. She still has to finish school, and I'm leaving for Auror Training.

After 10 more minutes of them walking about the vault, pausing at items of interest.

"Are you ready to leave?" asked Harry.

"Sure. Let's go to the Joke Shop," replied Ginny.

They walked hand in hand towards the Gringotts exit.

A/N: What do you think? Guess the word count? 2,618! I beat my goal! I might or might not get another chapter up before the weekends up, but keep reading! As always, please Rate and Review!