Taking the boy's hand, Harry lead them both back up to the dorms where with a few feather soft kisses to Neville's lips and nose they fell asleep nestled in each other's arms, still in their robes from dinner. Neville needed the comforting and Harry would endeavor to provide it. Thursday classes were simple Transfiguration with the frosty McGonagall, and then Flying and practice for Quidditch.
Penning a short, direct note to the Headmaster. Madame Longbottom declared her intention to withdraw the boys from classes on Friday afternoon for a private family trip and left it at that. Augusta Longbottom collected both Neville and Harry right after classes on Friday afternoon. They exited Hogwarts grounds at the gate and she Apparated them both individually to the steps of Gringott's Wizarding Bank. With a flick of the old woman's wand, the doors opened, admitting the small group. They marched up the long aisle to the row of transaction windows. Stepping up to the first available Goblin, they looked up to find the intimidating creature staring down his hooked nose at them.
"What is your business?" he demanded, frowning.
"We are here to inspect the vaults for both the Longbottom and the Potter estates, As the boys have also renewed the Family Alliance, We expect to be seeing to those vaults as well." the longtime Lady of the House of Longbottom stated.
"Key, please," the goblin drawled.
Producing keys to the Longbottom and Family Alliance vaults from within the carpet bag slung over her arm, the old woman handed them over to the goblin, who immediately bowed to her and turned to speak to another goblin who stood overseeing the proceedings. Harry blinked in confusion. He didn't remember ever really having, or seeing his key. Hagrid had it in first year, but he couldn't honestly remember what happened to it after that. He turned to the goblin, "Uhm, I don't have my key. Last I really saw it, was in first year when Hagrid brought me in here for the first time. After that, I'm not sure where it got off to." He scratched the back of his neck, still confused.
The goblin looked at him closely before nodding, telling the trio to follow him. He led them into a side room, telling them to have a seat and someone would be there momentarily. They hadn't been there very long when a goblin walked in with some papers and sat behind the desk.
"Mr. Potter, I was told that you haven't seen your key since your first visit to the bank. Am I correct?" The goblin asked, glancing from Harry to the Longbottom's and back to his paperwork.
"Yes, that's correct. Hagrid brought me here my first time, and he's the one that had the key. After we went to my vault, I'm not sure where the key got off to next. I do know that Mrs. Weasley had the key in fourth year to get some money out while we went to the World Cup." He said politely.
The goblin looked back at his paperwork, and found that each year, someone always came in with Harry and had his key. With the exception of Harry's fourth year, Harry was always with them, so it wasn't a problem. They had a written note that stated Mrs. Weasley could withdraw funds from his vault for fourth year, so that was covered.
As the goblin was going through the papers, something caught his eye that nearly wouldn't have had he not reread it.
"Mr. Potter, I'm wondering something. There aren't any discrepancies with your vault or anything, but have you been told what your parent's stated for you, and left you?"
Harry blinked, even more confused now than before. "What do you mean?" He asked wearily, it seemed that things in his life couldn't go smoothly.
"It would seem as if you weren't told a few things from your parent's will." The goblin stated, pulling an old looking parchment towards him, "I have it here, and I can read certain parts to you, if you'd like." At Harry's nod, the goblin started reading what pertained to him.
"To our son Harry, we leave you the rest of our fortune. We also ask that he not be sent to Vernon and Petunia Dursley. If he is sent to them, we request that when he reaches 15 and comes into the bank, that he be emancipated, and given the title of Lord Potter. If our wishes were seen to, he should have gone to Sirus Black, or the Longbottom's, so there shouldn't be any problems." The goblin finished with a grim look on his face, and snapped his fingers, in front of him appeared a small wooden box, and an old looking parchment.
Harry was seething. He shouldn't have been sent to the Dursley's, and he knew just who did it too, but he wasn't going to say anything about it.
"It also states, that if you are either emancipated, or with the Longbottom's, that you were to find your Grimoire and reinstate the Family Alliance, which I noticed you did that already." The goblin gave a scary looking smile, and put out another old parchment. "This is the papers that your parents drew up just in case you needed to be emancipated. All you have to do is sign it, add one drop of blood, and it's legal and final. We will rekey your vaults, and hand you the key." He slid the box and the paper over to Harry to sign while he sent a note to have all the Potter vaults rekeyed quickly.
In a matter of minutes, all papers were signed, and Harry grabbed the box. When he opened it, he saw the Potter signet ring laying inside. Carefully, he picked it up and looked towards Neville, when he nodded at him, Harry slowly put the ring on his finger. Feeling the Magicks of his family flare slightly, then settle back down, he smiled. After that was done, a goblin walked in with the new key. "Here is your new key. Might I suggest that after today, you had the key to Madame Longbottom to hold on to? None of your vaults can be entered without your magical signature, so you won't have to worry about the other key." The goblin gathered his papers, and stood up. "If you'll follow Griphook, he'll take your down to your vaults you requested now. Thank you for your business."
The trio all thanked him in return, and walked towards where the lifts were. Within mere seconds, Griphook himself appeared from behind a door. Bowing deeply to Lady Longbottom, he then bowed to each of the boys. "Come with me," he said and bustled them through the doors and into a waiting chamber that Harry remembered from his trips to the Potter Trust. In the chamber were the many carts that conveyed clients to and from their vaults below.
