A/N I'm actually quite impressed with how much I've committed to this story, again I'm sorry about the time it's taking to update so thank you for your patience! I am also sooooo sorry about how long is taking me to update, but you know, GCSE year stress makes it a little difficult to pop out chapters regularly!

E – (Mainly from the point of view of Harry Potter)

Harry stirred gently as morning light filtered in through the thin curtains over Ginny's window and he smiled down at girl sleeping on top of his chest thinking he would be a very lucky man if he could wake up this way every morning. He still couldn't quite believe he had managed to rope such a beautiful girl into being his girlfriend as he played with some of the vibrant red hair that had escaped from her bun during the night.

Ginny's eyes cracked open and she smiled gently before he eyes snapped open and she sat bolt upright.

"Oh Merlin! I didn't have a nightmare!" She yelped grinning at Harry.

"Nope." He said smiling back down at her.

"You! How?! How did you stop them?!" She exclaimed.

"I hoped, I didn't know," he added quickly. "But I hoped that if you were relaxed, happy and empty-minded when we went to sleep you wouldn't have the dreams, it's called Occlemency, I'm terrible at it but you seem to be much better." He said with a grin, tucking a loose hair behind her ear and kissing her forehead, I better get downstairs before someone else does." He said with a sigh and he grudgingly crawled out of the bed, pulling a t-shirt over his head and then proceeded to make his way downstairs to the lounge as quietly as he could.

After rumpling one of the sofas into a vaguely slept-in look he went into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee and he was just looking over the quiet yard when Mrs Weasley bustled in and began to make breakfast, pausing briefly to attempt to flatten Harry's hair into submission but giving up with a huff. Harry marvelled at the fact that she had to reach now to get to his hair.

"You've gotten far too tall this past year dear, probably all that running around without enough food for a growing lad, I bet your all skin and bones!" Mrs Weasley muttered, prodding his stomach for good measure before proceeding to start cracking multiple eggs into a frying pan promising to feed him up properly. Harry had to step in when she tried to crack a sixth egg for him.

"Mrs Weasley, would it be okay if Ron, Hermione and me went to Diagon Alley? Maybe Ginny if she wants to come. We need to go make amends with Gringrott's and I know Hermione's itching for some new books, not to mention all my clothes are in shreds."

Over the year all Harry's, Ron's and Hermione's clothes had been ripped and mended, stained and cleaned and torn and patched. Even Hermione's expert abilities hadn't been able to stop the clothes becoming tattered due to the sheer number of times the mending, cleaning and patching process had had to be performed. Harry was down to his last decent pair of jeans and t-shirt.

"Well if you all stay together and are safe…" Mrs Weasley trailed off, not looking too happy about the idea.

"I'll keep them safe Mrs Weasley." Harry promised.

"I know Harry, it's just his supporters are still out there and I worry about you, Ginny's not even allowed to use magic yet!"

"I think I'd scare off any remaining supporters pretty quickly." Harry said, Mrs Weasley snorted.

"Okay then, just…"

"…Constant Vigilance." Harry answered with a weak smile.

/

At around 10 o'clock that morning Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were gathered in front of the fireplace in the living room of the Burrow, ready to depart for Diagon Alley. Harry knew he wasn't the only one curious about the state of the popular shopping destination, the last time he'd seen it he had been about to break into Gringrott's or riding on the back of a dragon and on both occasions he had been slightly distracted whether by nervousness or terror.

Harry watched as Ron and then Hermione disappeared into the green flames one after the other leaving Harry and Ginny alone for a minute that was filled with several short and sweet kisses in the empty room before Ginny stepped backwards away from him dropping some floo powder into the grate as she went, still smiling at him seductively as the green flames leapt up around her, disappearing as she said the words 'Diagon Alley' that were lost in the roaring of the flames.

Harry had to take a moment for his heart rate to slow down before he followed Ginny's footsteps to the grate and he too felt the familiar sensation of travelling by floo, before stumbling out of the grate in the leaky cauldron, quite proud of himself for not falling over.

Harry realised he had walked into a very odd scene. Ron, Hermione and Ginny were surrounded by people who all seemed to have frozen in the process of shaking their hands or slapping them on the back. One witch had pulled Ginny into a hug and there were tears streaming down her face, but instead of looking at Ron, Hermione or Ginny as Harry assumed they had been, every face in the room was turned to look at Harry in all his sooty glory. Harry realised the pub was completely silent for a few seconds because suddenly he was surrounded by noise as the occupants of the pub burst into a large smattering of applause, cheering and whooping, many people bustling forwards to shake his hands and everyone just seemed to want to touch him. Harry's cheeks were burning and he could see Ginny, who had been released by the crying witch, laughing at him out of the corner of his eye.

To his relief, Tom the bartender moved forwards and broke up the crowd, leading the teenagers out into the small court yard that disguised the entrance way to Diagon Alley.

"I'm sorry about the ambush," Tom murmured to Harry. "But you can hardly blame them really..." He tailed off, then as though he was fighting an impulse he grabbed Harry's hands and wrung them "A lot of my friends were at that battle and you saved all of them, and most of the wizarding world, thank you." And dabbing his eyes, the barkeeper turned on his heel and disappeared back into the pub.

Harry blinked in shock before turning to see almost identical looks on his three companions faces, it was clear none of them had expected that. Ginny broke the silence.

"Harry you really need to learn to deal with adoring fans, you went so red in there you resembled a burnt beetroot. Here." And she flicked her wand over him muttering a cleaning spell that caused the soot on him to jump off of him.

"Thanks." He said with a smile.

"Ginny! You're not supposed to do magic till your birthday!" Hermione squealed, looking horrified.

"Hermione calm down, we're in a very magically populated area, nobody will notice that small spell, and she's in company with two wizards and a witch who are of age, nobody will know about it." Ron said to Hermione with a small smile as she gapped at him. "Just don't do it again." He added to Ginny who had been grinning triumphantly.

"You've only got to survive another two months." Harry said quickly when he noticed Ginny's expression sour. He was pretty sure he heard her murmur that it was easy for him to say but it was masked by the grinding sound of the bricks shifting that Hermione had caused by tapping the appropriate bricks in the wall with her wand to open the gateway.

The group stepped through the archway and gasped.

Diagon Alley was a riot of colour and excitement once more. Many of the shops that Harry noticed had closed were open once again including Ollivander's, Gambols and Japes (although they were rapidly being over shone by Weasley Wizard Wheezes) and Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, whose display for the past year had featured only black robes was once again filled with colour. Apart from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, everything seemed to be returning to normal, although even Fortescue's looked like it was in the process of renovation. After stopping in to check on Mr Ollivander quickly, under Harry's insistence, the quartet headed down to the marble building that was Gringrott's and Harry's stomach flipped nervously.

As he walked he could feel the stares and hear the whispers and he groaned under his breath knowing that it would forever be part of his life. Because Diagon Alley was so busy the group were walking very close together, so when Ginny's hand slipped into his it was masked by their cloaks billowing around them. Despite himself Harry smiled.

They were forced to break apart however when they actually climbed the steps of the bank and were confronted by an elderly goblin who informed them that his name was Tinfen and that they had been waiting for them.

Harry gulped.

They were led, by Tinfen, into a small room towards the back of the hall, away from the grandeur of the marble and gold, through a doorway Harry had never noticed before. They entered into a long corridor with many doors, all on the wall facing him, spaced at regular intervals, and Harry realised the corridor must have run parallel behind the hall. As Harry filed into the room behind the third door on the right, behind Ron and Hermione, he noted that the room was small but lavish before his musings were distracted by Tinfen's scraping voice.

"No you must not." The small goblin croaked gesturing his long fingers at Ginny who had been about to enter into the room.

"Why not." Harry demanded, his stomach was churning uncomfortably at the thought of Ginny being out of his sights, what if they punished her for his crimes?

"I was informed to bring the golden trio…" Harry grimaced at the name. "…to this door, I don't know what will happen behind it but three must enter, not four." Tinfen muttered. The goblins beady eyes noticed the concerned looks between the four. "She will come to no harm, you have my word."

"I'll be fine guys, I need to talk about setting up my own vault for when I'm 17 anyway." Ginny reassured them. Harry didn't like the idea of leaving her but he knew he had no choice.

"Be safe." He murmured to her, she smiled and retreated further back out into the corridor. Harry turned around and walked towards the chairs in the middle of the rather curious room. The ceiling was low, so much so that although Harry and Hermione were just about alright Ron was having to duck his head to avoid smacking it into the ceiling. There was a fire roaring in the grate but despite this the room didn't seem any warmer than the corridor outside. The furniture was all dark varnished wood and dark green upholstery and Harry assumed this was one of the grander consultation rooms.

He would have been honoured if he wasn't so anxious.

The trio sat themselves upon three rather uncomfortable, straight backed seats in front of the large desk, behind which was another three seats, although these looked much more lavish and comfortable than the one Harry's arse was having to deal with.

He heard Ron's mutterings and assumed he was dealing with the same discomfort. Hermione probably was too but judging by her anxious fiddling she was too worried to actually think about it.

At last the door behind them opened and they all stood, Ron remembering the low ceiling just in time to avoid damaging himself, and spun around to watch as three rather grand looking goblins walked in.

They walked single file towards the desk lead by the eldest looking, although he was nowhere near as old as Tinfen. They wore expensive looking suits and once they were seated they all adopted rather pensieve looks.

"Well, thank you for joining us today." Said the lead Goblin. They introduced themselves as Naket, Lyben and Senjest and they were brothers who had recently taken over Gringrott's after the death of their father.

"As you are probably aware this meeting is mainly to do with the break in that was, as I understand, at your hands." Naket began. He spoke very softly yet it was not difficult to hear what he said, even over the crackle of the fire.

"Mainly?" Harry asked.

"We'll get to that." Said Lyben sharply, who clearly did not like it when anyone interrupted his brother. Harry's mouth snapped shut.

"As I was saying, I do take it that it was you three that broke into the Lestranges vault earlier this year?" None of them daring to speak, the three nodded and Harry opened his mouth to explain that the necessity for breaking into the vault had topped the moral reasons not to, but he was once again silenced by another look from Lyben.

"You see." Spoke the third goblin, who since announcing his name had stayed silent. "We are going to, very leniently assume that the only reason you stole that particular item was to do with the war effort and defeating you-know-who and overlook or simply ignore any other reasons to the contrary, I mean, why else should you should possibly feel the need to break into such a high security vault?" Senjest said, Harry remembering his name as he spoke, with a very pointed look. "In fact, we don't want to know." He added quickly as he saw Harry's mouth open to explain themselves.

"Wait what? Why are you letting us off?" Hermione asked shocked. Ron turned to look at her with a look of utmost horror on his face. "Well why?" She said, turning from Ron to the goblins. "The three people who've ever managed to break into Gringrott's, successfully steal an item and get away are at your mercy and you're just going to overlook that? It doesn't make sense." Ron was now hitting his forehead with the heal of his hand as both he and Harry had noticed the goblins expressions becoming more and more stony.

"Because, Miss Granger." Lyben said through gritted teeth and with such contempt that Hermione actually shrank back into her seat. "If you hadn't noticed, you three saved most of the wizarding world and we rather think that if we tried to throw you into Azkaban most of the wizarding world would have something to say about it." He finished venomously.

It was clear in Harry's mind that Lyben would have rather liked to have taken on the wizarding population to see the three of them on their way to a cell. The cool composure that he had adopted had melted away and all Harry could see was the very angry goblin underneath. Naket placed a hand on his brother's arm and he immediately regained his composure.

"As my brother has said, regardless of whether or not we want you arrested," the goblin gave a very pointed look to Lyben, "We know that any such endeavour to have you arrested would not be fruitful, therefore we simply ask you be courteous to the damage you caused and donate at least some money to help us rebuild.

"Of course." Harry said without a thought.

"Wonderful." Said Naket with no emotion. "Now that that is sorted we would like to speak to Mr Potter privately."

Ron and Hermione looked at Harry who shrugged and watched as the two of them left the room, Tinfen appearing to open the door just in time for Ron to reach for it, from what Harry saw he was pretty sure Ginny was still outside with him. But the door closed with the soft clunk and Harry turned to the three goblins once more who suddenly appeared much more intimidating when it was just him alone with them. The books in the shelf started to rattle and Harry immediately realised what was happening and took several deep breaths and imagined building the banks around his magic a little higher. He needed to get better control.

The goblins regarded the shelf and turned to look at Harry.

"I see fame isn't the only thing you inherited from you-know-who when you killed him." Said Naket with a curious look at Harry. Harry's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to make up a lie or an excuse but the goblin raised his hand. "Mr Potter, this room as you may have noticed is a consultation room, anything that is said or happens in this room cannot be passed on without your express permission. Anyway, Sanjest has several things he would like to discuss with you."

To Harry's surprise both Naket and Lyben got up from their seats and began to make their way to the door before exiting without a word.

"Now Mr Potter you are in my hands and I am sad to say this meeting is long overdue."

"I'm sorry."

"I highly doubt, Mr Potter, that your reason for not being here was due to factors that you could control. I understand that you had more important things on your mind, but you see, when you came of age last July you inherited several things that while you owned on paper, you did not in material effects." Sanjest explained.

The goblin removed two large scrolls of parchment from a desk draw and laid them on the polished wood.

"The last wills and testaments of Mr Sirius Orion Black and of Mr and Mrs James and Lily Potter." The goblin said as he unrolled the scrolls. "As you may know, you are the main benefactor in both these wills however you do not actually become entitled to the possessions until you become of age."

"Wait, I know about Sirius's will, but I've already got everything I have of my parents." Harry interrupted.

"Actually you do not. The money you have in your vault is simply a," The goblin paused for a moment, apparently searching for the right word, "'trust-fund' if you will. The actual Potter vault is much larger and contains the rest of your money, you also now own the Potter manor, I believe your parents were set to move into the manor but after the death of his father Mr Potter found it too difficult and they chose the place in Godric's Hollow, although that is not far from the manor. Technically you own that too but it is slightly damaged and I personally would not recommend living there. Some of the more priceless antiques and items of jewellery from the manor are currently in the Potter vault and the 'trust-fund' money was moved to the Potter vault on your birthday."

Harry sat stunned.

"Now as for Mr Black," Senjest started again. "We would have moved all the money and possessions on your birthday to the Potter vault however his will did not instruct us to do so as your parents did so we have to seek your permission to do so." The goblin looked up from the will he was studying in front of him.

"Er, yes, that would be great thanks." He murmured, Sanjest nodded and wrote something on a piece of parchment before throwing it into the fire. "The process will begin immediately, it should be finished in a couple of minutes, so in the meantime…" The goblin withdrew a box from the same draw he had taken the wills and presented it in front of Harry.

Harry reached forward and took the small, wooden box in his hands opening it and finding inside it a key and a ring.

"The key is to the manor house, I hope you appreciate that it is mearly symbolic you could open the manor with magic should you wish but as soon as you touch the key the wards will be taken down so I wouldn't do so just yet. It is what has been protecting the manor from muggles and the likes. The ring is the signet ring for the house of Potter. There is one made for every male in the line, that one however was your fathers."

Harry's throat had suddenly become very tight. He had been so sure that he had everything of his parents worth having and still there was more to find, he slipped the ring onto his finger and he felt that it looked like it belonged there, the small coat of arms very comforting on his fingers.

"We unfortunately do not have the key to the Black manor as it was left to Narcissa Malfoy but there is a town house, a number 12 Grimauld Place, at which they usually resided however we have neither the details nor location of this…"

"I know where it is." Harry interrupted. The Goblin looked at Harry for a moment before speaking again.

"Well then I have discussed everything I wished to discuss, the transition process should be over and if you wish you can remove some money from your vault you may do so."

"Yes thank you, please take however much you need to fix our damage." The goblin looked up faintly surprised. Harry was pretty sure his 'trust-fund' alone could pay for it and since he apparently now had a two whole fortunes as well he was pretty sure he could afford it.

"Thank you Mr Potter, that is very generous." The goblin said and Harry felt that he was being regarded slightly differently. "Please make your way back to the hall."

Senjest did not move from the desk where he was packing away the wills and Harry got up from the chair and left the office, muttering his thanks and clutching onto the box he had received. Tinfen was waiting outside the door with Hermione, Ron and Ginny and as they made their way back to the hall he was bombarded with questions. They only ceased when they were in the cart on the way down to the vaults.

They went to the Weasley vault first, Harry was pleased to see it was much fuller than the last time he had seen it, what with Mr Weasley's promotion and Mrs Weasley only having to look after one child when the rest were feeding themselves. Both Ginny and Ron took a couple of galleons, sickles and knut's and then they were back into the cart to hurtle down to the Potter vault, which Harry had just explained to them about when they had been taken to the cart.

It was much deeper down in the vaults not far, Harry would wager, from the Lestrange vault that they had robbed. When the door was finally opened by Tinfen Harry was not the only one who gasped. The vault was huge, even larger than the Lestrange's. There were heaps upon heaps of money on one whole side of the room. There must have been well over several millions of galleons alone, which Harry realised made sense when he thought about the fact that he had inherited two extensive family fortunes. On the other side of the room there were many items of beautiful furniture; vanity tables, chest of draws even a chaise, all made from very expensive varnished woods.

There was a large dressing table in the corner that was overflowing with jewellery. Rings, Bracelets, earrings, necklaces, the lot and none seemed complete without several diamonds.

"Oh man, you owe me the biggest, bestest Christmas present ever." He heard Ron chuckle from outside the vault.

Harry looked up the mountain of galleons.

"Definitely." He said.

/

Later on they were sat outside a new café that had opened up near Eyelops Owl Emporium. Ginny, Ron and Hermione had each set up their own personal vaults and they had all exchanged some wizard money for some muggle currency under Ginny's insistence because, after the year they had been through, they all needed some new casual clothes. After having ventured into the muggle world and each of them bought a few news items of clothing, (Ginny bought several more than a few) they had returned to Diagon Alley, Hermione dragging them into the new café because she was pretty sure they did muggle drinks and she hadn't had a milkshake in years. Harry quite firmly bought the drinks.

So with Hermione happily sucking away at a strawberry milkshake and Ginny too, under Hermione's insistence that they were one of the greatest drinks ever, Ron with a butterbeer and Harry with a coke, something he'd not had in a long time either, the four friends drank in the afternoon sunshine, quite content with the world. aHarr

A/N I am sorry about the truly horrific goblin names, I'm not very good at coming up with names for human characters let alone non-human characters! Okay don't bite me or anything but I totally believe that Hermione adores milkshakes but can only have them when she's at home, I don't know why but that is one of my head cannons and fanfics are where head cannons come to life so suck it. I'm sorry it's been taking me so long to update but I'm a terrible human being. I also know this was quite a slow chapter and it was missing a lot of Hinny, so you guys have a double order for the next chapter. Yup extra fluff for Chapter G!

Carrie