Griphook lead us to another set of doors. As we passed through, I was expecting more marble. Instead, it was a narrow stone passageway with little tracks that went straight down.

"Bimey! I nearly forgot, about something!" Hagrid said rushed. "I'll meet you four back up here when yer done."

With that, he went back through the door.

"I can't go either," Gabe said. "I already have what I needed," he said holding up a bag. He shook it, and there were coins jingling inside. "I'll meet you at Madam Malkin's." With that, he also left.

Griphook just shrugged and whistled. From the other side of the cavern, came an old mining cart. We all got in, and we were off. At first, we hurtled through the passages. I even tried remembering which way we were going. 'Left, right, right, middle fork, right, left.' I gave up because apparently the cart knew the way, and Griphook wasn't steering. My eyes were even watering as the cold air buffeted us. I saw a flash of fire, and tried to see if it was a dragon, but we were long gone by the time I turned around. As I did, I saw that momma was a little green.

As the cart came to a stop by at last by a small door in the wall, Aunt Petunia got out and leaned against a wall for her knees to stop shaking.

"I always hated these infernal carts," she mumbled.

"I hate these things. Never again," I heard Dud say.

I looked at him, and he was as green as Aunt Petunia. I threw a smirk his way, and he just waved me off.

"Prat," he told me.

I smiled, and turned as I heard the door open. I watched as green smoke billowed out of the door, revealing mountains of gold coins, columns of silver, and little brown Knuts.

"All yours Harry. Besides, this is only your Trust Vault," said Aunt Petunia hugging me from behind.

'All mine, this is incredible. After all Vernon's complaining about taking me in, a small fortune was left for me,' I thought. I then had another thought, and I voiced it.

"Uncle Vernon can't know about this. If he did," I trailed off. If he knew, it'd all be gone faster than I could blink.

"Don't worry my little boy. He'll never get a hold of this," she said handing me the key. "Make sure to keep that on you at all times, or you lock it away somewhere, you understand?"

I just answered her with a hug.

"Now, if I remember, the gold ones are Galleons. There are seventeen Sickles to a galleon, those are the silver ones; and twenty nine Knuts to a Sickle, right mister Griphook?"

"Right you are Lady Ravenclaw. Now, I have two bags for you to put some money in. Later, we can go to your vault Lord Ravenclaw. Then, we can grab your blade if you wish Lord Potter. The forges and your vaults are just a little further down."

Aunt Petunia helped me pile some into a bag.

"That should last you a while. I might even give you an allowance with this if you're good." She winked at me. "Okay, ready to go Dudley?"

"Can we go a little slower please?" He asked Griphook white as a sheet.

"Sorry, one speed only."

"Ugh, let's get in and get it over with."

We all got in, and we were off once more. Griphook was right, it was indeed a short trip. His vault was about as big as mine, especially after Uncle Vlad left him some money in his will.

Aunt Petunia helped him grab some also. "There we are," she said closing the bag. "Now, would you like to grab your blade, or you want to keep it here?"

"I'll keep it here for now. I'm already famous for being the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. I don't need anything else to mark me as different."

"Wise choice Lord Potter. We'll keep it safe for you, you can count on that."

"Thank you Griphook. Can we head back up now? We still have shopping to do."

"It won't be a problem.

We all got in, and saw that there was now another lever.

Dudley noticed and was as white as a sheet. "I thought you said there was only one speed?"

"I lied," he pulled the lever and we were off. This time I felt like a cartoon who left its head behind.

In what seemed no time at all, we were at the surface, and outside.

"I wish they had a better way of getting to the vaults," Dudley said, looking even greener than last time.

"I do to my little Duddykins. But, no use crying over spilled milk is there?"

We both agreed and we started down the alley.

"Well, let's go. We need you to get your uniforms, then your wands," she said nodding at Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

As we were heading that way, we saw Gabe standing outside.

"Hey guys! Have fun?"

"It was brilliant!" I told him.

"No. Nearly threw up my breakfast."

Gabe just laughed. "Well, it's not for everyone. I was just about to head inside. Care to join me?"

We all turned and walked in together.

"We'll see you guys in a little bit. We need to go grab something. Okay?" Aunt Petunia said.

"Okay, we'll see you guys soon," I told our retreating family.

Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling woman dressed all in mauve.

"Hogwarts dearies?"

"Yes Madam Malkin," Gabe told her. "Can I also order three sets of personal robes please? They are for my two cousins and myself," he said opening up a piece of paper.

Dudley and I took a good look at the paper, and I stared open mouthed at it. It was an Organization XIII robe from all angles. Complete with chains and all.

Madam Malkin took a look at the paper. "Sure thing Mr. Knight. I got the lot here. I'm actually in the process of fitting another young man here. What would you like these done in?"

"Dragon hide for the outside and acromantula silk for the inside please. The chains I'd like done with silver."

"Very good. I see you have an eye for fashion Mr. Knight. Dragon hide for durability while the silk would be comfortable and keep you warm. Would you like the entire thing on a single bill?"

"Yes please. These are belated birthday presents for my cousins."

"That would be 125 Galleons, 7 Sickles and 3 Knuts. They will be done later this afternoon"

Gabe handed her the money, and we were then In the back of the shop. Next to us was the young man Madam Malkin told us she was also fitting. He was a blond boy with a pointed face, and was standing on a footstool while a second witch was pinning up his robes. Madam Malkin set us up on some stools next to him, and slipped a long robe over our heads, and began to pin them.

While I was being fitted, I saw Gabe giving the blond a death glare.

"Malfoy."

"Knight."

"Father still roaming free is he? I'm surprised they let him off with a few charges, paid the right people didn't he? If I had tried him, I'd have used veratiserum. He'd have been in Azkaban for life."

The boy, Malfoy, got really red. "So what? You Knights think you're so high and mighty, just because you're descended from a pirate? Stupid seafaring fools. If I had it my way, you wouldn't even be going to Hogwarts. I would have that ship burnt to a cinder and watch it sink to the bottom, with you still attached to the wheel."

I watched as this was happening. 'These two must really have it out for each other.' Or so I thought, because Gabe surprised me when smiling at the boy.

"How's it going Draco? Still being a little ponce?"

"Watch it Gabe. When I get my wand I met hex you into next week."

"You wish," he said laughing. "Dudley, Harry, this is Draco Malfoy, Heir to the Noble House of Malfoy. Draco, this is Harry and Dudley, my cousins."

"Hello."

This seemed to shock him. "You guys twins?"

"No. But we act like it because…"

"…we were bullied and decided…"

"...to confuse the people who were bullying us."

"Right fun that is," I told him.

"Wait, you said Harry," he pointed at Gabe. "Then you're…"

I sighed. "Please don't. I got enough of that in The Leaky Cauldron. If that's what people see me as, then I don't want to be friends with them at all."

"I'm sorry. My father was a big supporter of You-Know-Who. After I heard what happened, I couldn't think on how it must feel losing both my parents. I may be a pureblood, but what some of them think, it's ridiculous. When Lord Knight was still alive, my parents and I went out on a cruise with that ship of his. I looked around and it hit me on how far behind the muggles we are."

"So, what's your view on muggle borns going to Hogwarts?" Asked Dudley.

"I honestly think that anyone who shows that they're magical should be able to go. Besides, I've heard about you Dursley," he said.

"How?"

"My father knew your Aunt, even though he was in a different house. Always rambled how she missed her 'Tuney'. When we heard that the line of Ravenclaw was found I was happy. My father, not so much. He hates muggle borns and squibs. You think you'll get into your ancestor's house?"

"I don't know. I don't really want to be away from Harry. Grew up like brothers. But, if it would make mum proud, then I will."

There was a tapping on the window. It was Hagrid, Aunt Petunia, and Grandma. They were holding ice creams in their hands.

"Who are they?"

"That's our family," I told him.

"OH! Then which one is Lady Ravenclaw?"

"The real tall and skinny one," Dudley told Draco.

"The bigger one is Hagrid," I said.

"Isn't he the grounds keeper?" Draco asked.

"Yeah. He's really cool."

He nodded. "I've heard of him. Poor man has to live in a hut. From what I hear, he's very good at his job, but doesn't get paid much."

"Oh?" 'I might have to fix that. Being thrice Heir of Hogwarts has to have some perks right?'

"So, that takes care of the first two. Who's the other woman?"

"That's our many greats-grandma Trinity Jacobs."

Draco's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "How…?"

"She's a sea mermaid Draco. Didn't I tell you that?"

"No…you didn't. I thought she would've followed your ancestor."

"He made her promise that even though he was gone, she would watch over the family. She has to, right on down to me. I think it makes her a little sad though. Almost immortal, and having to watch family die. But, mermaids are tough, or so I've been told."

"Indeed. Mermaids are tough, sea mermaids even more so," Draco quipped. "Not to be rude but, I would've gone mad. Watching so many of my family die, it would be unbearable. But, as long as she's happy I guess. Then there's no reason for her to go. Not yet anyway."

"Agreed," all three of us said.

"You're done dears." Madam Malkin told us.

"See you at Hogwarts Draco?" I asked.

He nodded back.

We walked out of the store and merrily ate our ice cream. After we were done, we went and got quills and parchment then, we went into Flourish and Blotts. There were so many books in there I didn't know where to start. There were books the size of postage stamps, books the size of paving stones, books with some peculiar symbols, and some with nothing in them at all. We had to get almost dragged away from the Curses and Counter Curses though (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue-Tying, and Much, Much More) by Professor Vindictus Viridian. To use some of those against Piers and Vernon would've been fun.

"Oh come on Hagrid! To use those against Vernon and Piers would've been great!" I whined.

"You're not old enough to learn those yet. Also, you're not supposed to use Magic in the Muggle world anyway, no matter how good it sounds."

Dudley and I had to get steered out of the way by Aunt Petunia when we wanted pure gold cauldrons. "It says pewter on your list boys. Those are for some high grade potions anyway."

But, we got some nice scales for weighing instead. We went to the Apothecary next. I didn't want to stay in there too long the smell was horrid, even if some of the stuff was amazing. Outside, we checked our lists again.

"Ah, only our wands left. Before we do that, I want get you your other presents," Gabe told us.

Dudley and I just nodded. We thought the Organization 13 robes were our presents. Apparently Gabe wasn't done yet.

We headed into Eeylops Owl Emporium. As soon as we walked in, it was a mad house.

"Close that door! Help me catch those ruddy animals!" We heard someone shout.

I looked, and there were five animals running amok through the store. One was a snowy owl, another was a small anaconda, a sky blue tiger cub, yet another was a Great Horned owl, and a three headed American Huskie.

What surprised us was when the sky blue cub jumped into Gabe's arms, the horned owl and Cerberus puppy landed on Dudley, and the Snowy owl and anaconda went on me.

"Oh, thank you boys. I've been trying to catch those five almost all afternoon. They always get out and cause a ruckus, making me lose customers. Besides, no one wants them anyway."

I looked at the owl and snake. Then, I felt something brush against my mind. "No wonder they always cause a ruckus," I said angrily. "You always keep them locked up and call them its. The owl is a she and the anaconda is a he."

"I'd have to agree with Harry, sir. You muzzle them and keep them locked up in the back," Dudley hissed. "The Cerberus is a she and the owl is a he, you moron."

"To top it all off, you poor excuse of a shop owner, you yell and berate them for not being quiet. This little one is absolutely terrified of you, and you get her mixed up all the time!" Our cousin yelled.

"Well, I, um…" Eeylop stuttered, "Wait, how could you possibly know all that? They're just pets."

"No, they're familiars. You keep them in back don't you?" I hissed.

"If that's the case," Gabe stepped up, "we'll take them."

Gabe bought us our animals, with cages and food. All except the snake, who I decided to name Goliath. He wrapped around part of my arm.

Grandma Trinity was shocked when we walked out the door. "Two familiars, that's almost unheard of. It seems you three are very strong indeed."

"Um, what exactly is a familiar," Dudley questioned.

"A familiar is an owl, snake, cat, or other mythical animal with a conscience. They can communicate with you through a mind link, carry messages, and even let you use them for spells and such. They will, if they must, also defend their human familiars with their very lives. What did you name them," Grandma inquired.

"Well, I named my owl Hedwig and the baby anaconda Goliath."

"I named my owl Zarathos and the little Cerberus Precious, because she is a cute little thing," Dudley told us.

"I named this little thing Bast, after the Egyptian Goddess of felines."

"That seems to be a habit of yours grandson. Naming your pets and familiars after mythical pantheons," she said shaking her head.

"Hey, some of them have good names. Besides, not a lot of tigers are named Bast. I think this little one's parents were a white and Maltese tiger respectively. So, a unique name for a unique familiar," he said petting her.

Before we knew it, we were in front of Ollivanders.

I looked at the sign, and it said they've been making wands since 382 B.C. "Either this man is immortal, or this family is really old," I said while we walked in.

"Your right Harry. This is an old family, one of the best wand makers this side of the hemisphere."

"Why thank you Miss Trinity," we heard a soft voice say.

We all jumped and turned around. There was an old man standing behind the counter, with wide pale eyes shining like moons through the gloomy shop.

"Hello," I squeaked.

"Hello to you as well Misters Potter, Dursley, and Knight. I've been expecting you three. Especially you Mr. Potter." This wasn't a question. "You look so much like your father. But, you have your mother's eyes." He turned to Gabe. "You look a lot like your father as well Mr. Knight." Lastly, he turned to Dudley. "Hmm, from what I've heard, you look like your father as well Mr. Dursley. But, I see a bit of your mother in you to. It seems like it was only yesterday when your parents came in for their wands. Your mother's wand Mr. Potter was 10¼ inches, willow, very swishy. Great for charm work."

He moved a little too close for my liking. Up close, his eyes were pretty creepy.

"You father on the other hand, he favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches, pliable, had a little more power than most, great for transfiguration." He turned to Gabe then. "Your father, was a tough customer. Redwood, 9¼ inches, reasonably pliant, great for charms and transfiguration. I say they favored them, but it's the wand that chooses the wizard."

He looked at me again.

"And that's where…" he trailed off. "I'm sorry to say sold the wand that did it. Yew, 13½ inches, and very powerful. In the wrong hands… well, if I'd known what that wand was going out in the world to do…" He shook his head, and then noticed Hagrid, who we picked up on the way here.

"Rubeus Hagrid! How nice to see you again… Oak, 16 inches, rather bendy wasn't it?"

"It was sir, yes."

"Good wand that. But I suppose they snapped it when you got expelled?" Mr. Ollivander said suddenly stern.

"Er…yes, they did, yes," Hagrid shuffled nervously. "I've still got the pieces though," he added brightly.

"But you don't use them?"

"Oh no sir!"

I saw he gripped his umbrella rather tightly.

"Hmm," he said sternly. He then turned his attention back to us. "Now, which are your wand arms?"

"I'm right handed," I told him.

"I'm also right handed," Dudley said.

"I am as well," Gabe spoke up.

Mr. Ollivander then brought out three measuring tapes with markings on it. "Arms out please. There we go."

Mr. Ollivander measured me from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and around my head. While he was measuring he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, you three. We use Unicorn hairs, Phoenix tail feathers, Dragon heartstring, vampire hairs, mermaid tears, and Thestral tail hairs. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, phoenixes, dragons, vampires, mermaids, or thestrals are the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

I realized that Mr. Ollivander was on the other side of the room flitting between shelves, and taking down boxes, while the tape measure was measuring between my nostrils, on its own! I looked, and saw that my cousins and brothers were getting the same treatment.

"That will do," he said. They proceeded to drop into a heap on the floor. "You're first Mr. Knight."

Gabe stepped up and Mr. Ollivander handed him a box.

"This is bloodwood, 12 inches, with the hair of a certain nosferatu. Great for offensive spells. Go on and give it a wave."

He did, and a red mist came out with blue sparks.

"Very good, very good indeed." He turned to Dudley. "I think I know just the one for you." He went to the back, and came back a few minutes later. "If my theory is right, then this wand will be a perfect fit. Pine, 7½ inches, with the tear of a mermaid. If it doesn't work, we can keep looking."

Dudley gave it a wave, and blew apart a vase.

"Hmm, close but not quite," he said taking it back. "Try this one. Maple, 6 ¼ inches, with the tooth of a Kraken."

Dudley gave this one a wave, and a boom of cannon fire came out of the end, shaking the entire shop.

"Glorious! This is just wonderful. Now onto you Mr. Potter. Maple and phoenix feather, seven inches, and quite whippy. Try it out."

I gave it a wave, and some of the boxes flew off the shelves.

"Nope," he said taking it back. "Try this one. Ebony and unicorn hair, 8 ½ inches, springy."

I raised it over my head, no sooner I did that, he snatched it away. I kept trying wands, and the pile on the chair in the corner grew and grew, but the happier Mr. Ollivander became.

"Tricky customer eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere." He went back to the un-ruined shelves. "I wonder. Unusual combination… yes why not?" He came back with another box. "Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

I grabbed it, and was immediately filled with warmth. I brought it over my head, and swished it through the dusty air, and a stream of gold and red fireworks came out.

Hagrid whooped and clapped, Momma Petunia jumped up and down, Gabe and Dudley patted me on the back.

"Bravo! Yes indeed, oh very good. Well, well, well…how curious…how very curious."

"Um, what's curious Mr. Ollivander?" I asked him.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single one. It just so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another…just one other. It's very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother why, its brother gave you that scar."

I heard gasps from my family and Hagrid.

"Yes, 13 ½ inches, and yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember…I think we'll expect great things from you, Mr. Potter. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible, yes, but great."

We all payed for our wands, mine was seven galleons, Dudley's was 11, and Gabe's was 5. As we walked out of the store, it looked like it was the middle of the afternoon.

"Oh boy. Anyone else besides me hungry? We can go out as soon as we get our robes," Gabrielle said.

We all headed back to Madam Malkin's, and she greeted us from behind the counter.

"Hello dearies. Here to pick up your orders?"

"Of course Madam Malkin. How'd they turn out?" Our cousin asked pleasantly.

"Why don't you see for yourselves," she told us moving away a little.

Behind her were three robes all in black with all the trimmings.

"I have to say, one of my greatest works yet. I must ask though, would you be willing for me to add this to my repertoire?"

"I don't see why not. Did you make a sample to put in the window with the others?"

She nodded furiously. "They're a huge hit! I already have a lot of orders from kids, and quiet a few parents."

"I wouldn't be surprised. Now, let's talk business Madam Malkin."

It was an hour later, and another quick trip to Gringotts, when we finally left Diagon Alley. All of us wearing our new robes with the hoods up.