Harry walked through The Leaky Cauldron as quickly as he could, he planned on having a quick lunch before going to Gringotts. He might be down in the vault for a while, and he didn't plan on an empty stomach from distracting him from looking through his family heirlooms.

He walked past Ollivanders and noticed the door was slightly open, his curiosity getting the better of him he looked inside. It was eerily quiet, the lone rickety chair that had been there last time was gone. The shelves were cleared of all narrow boxes, the place was deserted. There was a thick layer of dust on all the services, his footprints were the only sign anyone had been in. Harry involuntarily shivered at the creepiness of it all and walked out of the store and over to Esurino's, a small wizarding café that had food that could be found in the Muggle world.

"See you were just in Ollivanders, weird isn't it?" said the man behind the counter.

"What happened?" asked Harry, looking over his shoulder and back at the store.

"He left, few days ago now. Packed up everything and just went." replied the man.

"Why? I mean, what will people do for wands?" questioned Harry.

"Didn't say why, you can still owl him so people can get wands. But it's strange, was the oldest store in the Alley was Ollivanders" muttered the man.

Still in a state of disbelief, Harry ordered two sandwiches and two bottles of lemonade. Despite it being a sunny day, Harry decided to sit inside, just in case someone noticed him. Today's edition of The Daily Prophet was on an empty table, he reached over and grabbed it. Wanting something to read whilst he ate.

It was the date that caught his attention, August 26th. It was five days until he went back to Hogwarts. More importantly he was able to work out exactly how long he had been at Azkaban.

"Taken on the 3rd of August, and I was at Bridlington for 3 days before…include today. Just under 3 weeks." muttered Harry, to himself. It was strange, not knowing the time for three weeks had messed with his entire perception of time. He hadn't known what time it was for the entire time, now to live again where time suddenly mattered again was…weird.

Taking another bite out of his sandwich, he flicked over the entire paper. A tinge of annoyance swept through him as he saw his face on the third page. Something about how his whereabouts were yet to be confirmed.

'Earlier in the summer, a letter claiming to be from You-Know-Who was sent to The Daily Prophet Office and went on to say he had captured Harry Potter. The Ministry of Magic are yet to confirm this statement, as are close friends of Harry Potter's and Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin - First Class, Supreme Mugwump)'

It was a small portion of the article that went on to demand about his safety, and then letters from well-wishers and what appeared to be fans of his who had written in to ask about his safety. Harry rolled his eyes and closed the newspaper, he spent the rest of the time eating silently wondering how on earth he was going to contact Ollivander and get a new wand.

Harry walked into Gringotts feeling full of fresh determination to find out more about his vault, the bank was quite empty for dinner time which he was grateful for. He had his new vault key in his pocket and walked over to the nearest available goblin.

"Good morning, sir. How can I help you?" asked the goblin, smiling toothily at him.

"I'd like to visit my vault, number 235" replied Harry, in hushed tones. Showing his key to the goblin.

"Very well, I can take you myself." muttered the goblin, hopping down from his chair. Harry walked over to the carts and waited for the small goblin.

"Sorry for the wait, sir. Here we are." said the goblin, pulling a small lever. The rickety, mine cart before them fell apart and transformed into a much more stable looking cart, with cushioned seats. The goblin walked in first and took a brightly lit lantern and placed it on the cart, he beckoned Harry in who did so and sat down in the cart.

"We reserve these carts for important customers, Mr Potter." announced the goblin, pulling a second and larger lever. Harry nodded slightly, letting out an inward sigh. The cart pulled away from the Gringotts foyer smoothly, but the rush of speed was still as he remembered it. Hurtling at an insane rate, jerking ever so slightly as it turned. Then it plummeted down, Harry was certain he saw a plume of flames to his right hand side. His eyes were watering so he couldn't be sure, wind whistling in his ears. All the while smiling at the exhilarating ride. It continued for a few more minutes, in which Harry was sure he saw a dragon. The cart slowed down and Harry found himself breathing heavily, his heart pumping loudly.

"Whoa!" was all Harry could say.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it Mr Potter, most customers dread the mine carts. Can I have your vault key please?" asked the goblin, holding the cart door for Harry to walk through. Harry passed the goblin the vault key, and stood back. Knowing what was inside his vault made Harry think he wouldn't be impressed, but as the vault door opened he knew he was mistaken.

It was the sheer size of the vault that impressed him the most, mountains of galleons surrounded him either side and he was sorely tempted to run to the top of one and slide down it.

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name." muttered Harry, in a slight state of shock.

"Hardnail, Mr Potter." replied the goblin, who appeared to be mildly amused at Harry's state.

Harry walked further in to the vault, craning his neck to see further in to the cavernous vault, it seemed to just go on further than he could see.

"Hardnail, I received a letter from Gringotts saying that there were books and family heirlooms in the vault. Do you know where they might be?" asked Harry, trying to focus on why he came here.

"Ah, yes. I was one of them many Gringotts goblins that were working in the vault yesterday. I believe the items you are looking for are behind the pile of galleons directly in front of you." replied the goblin, politely.

"Thanks, I might be a while." muttered Harry, walking away and leaving the goblin at the door to his vault.

"Take all the time you need Mr Potter." shouted the goblin, not wanting to make such a valuable client to feel rushed.

Harry ran round the 'pile of galleons' as Hardnail had described it and found a medium sized, old trunk. Not knowing what to expect he opened it.

The first thing he noticed were the photo albums, a stack of them easily filled a third of them. All of them were labelled, the one Harry picked out was 'Wedding Day' turning the cover over he saw the smiling face of his mother in her wedding gown. Closing it for later he turned back to the trunk. There were a few worn books at the bottom that he took out, a couple of old rings and other pieces of jewellery, but after that not much else. Harry almost felt disappointed, he hadn't wanted to get his hopes up and rightly so.

Piling the books on top of the photo album, he made his way back to the cart. Hardnail was waiting for him patiently.

"Is that all Mr Potter?" asked the goblin.

"Yes...is there any chance I could talk to Fierceclaw?" questioned Harry, walking in to the mine cart and placing them on the floor carefully.

"Of course, I can take you to him as soon as we get to the foyer." replied the goblin, closing the vault door and handing Harry the key.

"Thanks." muttered Harry, the ride back was a blur but he felt none of the excitement he felt on the way down. Harry stayed silent as they walked to Fierceclaws office. With Hardnail knocking and opening the door for Harry.

"Ah, Mr Potter. What a pleasant surprise." greeted the goblin, offering his hand. Harry shook the goblins hand warmly, as Hardnail closed the door behind him.

"What can I do for you today, Mr Potter." said the goblin, pouring two cups of dark amber liquid Harry recognised as Mead. He accepted the cup gratefully and sipped it before replying.

"I wanted to talk to you about the letter I received yesterday, I have a few questions." muttered Harry.

"Of course, what is it you would like to ask?" replied the goblin.

"First of all, my business assets. It said I have a thirty three percent stake in Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes." said Harry, slightly confused at that aspect of the letter.

"Well, Fred and George Weasley came in shortly after they opened their store and opened a vault where a third of their profits are placed directly in the vault. We've changed for these funds to be placed into your new vault. Number 235." replied the goblin, Harry nodded along. It made sense, at least.

"And the stakes in The Daily Prophet and Zonkos?" pressed Harry.

"The Daily Prophet stakes are from the Black family, they invested heavily when it started printing in exchange for the seventeen percent and an influence on the stories that were printed. It is quite a lucrative investment, worth over two hundred thousand galleons. The Zonkos investment was made shortly after your father graduated, I believe he was quite the pranker." laughed the goblin, making Harry crack a smile.

"What do I do if I want to keep investing, or increase my investments?" asked Harry, wondering how everything worked.

"As your account manager Mr Potter, we can talk at length about these things. I was entrusted by your father to handle all the business affairs, answering messages and attending board meetings as your families representative. Would you like to attend them yourself?" questioned Fierceclaw.

"I wouldn't have the first clue about managing my business assets." joked Harry.

"With your permission Mr Potter, I can start negotiations with several other promising businesses and start looking at investing in those." said the goblin, rummaging through his desk and placing a thick folder on the desk.

"This is a file of all the businesses that I have thought of as acceptable investments in the last fifteen years, for both Potter and Black families. I have to have permission from the Head of the family to start negotiating and as you are now available to discuss, I wondered if you might want to discuss about investing to make even more gold." smiled the goblin, toothily.

"I don't really know much about business, but if you think it's a good investment and not a big risk. You have my permission, but I'd like any profits from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes to be put straight back in to the business. Tell Fred and George it's so they can keep inventing more stuff." said Harry, not wanting to take any money of the Weasley's.

"I can do that for you Mr Potter and notify you when progress is made. Is there anything else?" asked Fierceclaw.

"There is, the letter said that the house my parents lived in, Number Seven Godric's Hollow was 'currently uninhabitable' why?" questioned Harry, wanting to know why it hadn't been repaired.

"Well Mr Potter, the night your parents were killed and Voldemort was vanquished the house was also destroyed. It has been speculated that the force of the spells was responsible, which would make sense. Would you like to rebuild the property?" pressed Fierceclaw, looking at Harry intently. Harry bit his lip in thought, he hated it at Grimmauld Place because it reminded him of Sirius and how much he hated the house. Would Godric's Hollow be the same? His parents had lived there, they had chosen to go in to hiding at Godric's Hollow. They must have had a reason.

"Fierceclaw, do you know why my parents went to Godric's Hollow?" asked Harry.

"Godric's Hollow is a quaint, quiet village. Both wizarding and muggle inhabitants, it has stores nearby for supplies. It is steeped in history and has several wizarding families living there currently. I believe it was a family home, passed down from generation to generation. Starting with the Peverell's, it is of course named after Godric Gryffindor who lived in the village over a millennia ago. I believe there is a local cemetery where your family and many others have been buried over the years." replied Fierceclaw.

"Rebuild it... rebuild it exactly how it was. And put every single ward you can on it." muttered Harry, if it was a family home, it was his home.

"Of course, cost is no matter I take it?" asked the goblin.

"No matter at all." replied Harry, shortly.

"I shall start that right away, the house will have to be built before the protections can be added. I will owl you as progress is made, is that all Mr Potter?" asked Fierceclaw.

"Yes...No actually, do you know how I can get in to contact with Ollivander?" questioned Harry, hoping Ollivander might have an account here so it would be easier to get in contact with him.

"Mr Ollivander closed his account the day before he left, is there something wrong with your wand Mr Potter? replied Fierceclaw. Harry sighed in disappointment at the answer before talking again.

"Whilst I was captured, Voldemort took my wand. When I escaped I took a Death Eater called Peter Pettigrews wand, I haven't used it yet but I know it would be tough to use." muttered Harry, drawing the wand from his waistband.

"I believe, once again Gringotts might be able to help you." grinned the goblin.

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"Ron, Hermione, Ginny!" shouted Mrs Weasley, the sound of footsteps echoed around the house as the trio came out on to the staircase to see Mrs Weasley at the bottom of the stairs.

"Can you come into the kitchen for a minute?" asked Mrs Weasley.

"What's up mum?" asked Ginny, worriedly.

"It's nothing, Ginny. Just come in to the kitchen." smiled Mrs Weasley, walking back in to the kitchen. The three looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

"Did you break something?" muttered Ron, looking at Ginny.

"No, did you?" countered Ginny.

"I think it's about Harry, she doesn't seem angry." whispered Hermione.

"True, but sometimes she gets like that when she is really angry." mumbled Ron, walking slowly so he wouldn't be the first to walk in to the kitchen.

"It won't be that bad, come on." sighed Hermione, rolling her eyes and walking through the door. The Weasley siblings looked at each other nervously and followed Hermione in to the kitchen. Mrs Weasley was sat at the table on her own, sipping a cup of tea. The three walked in, almost cautiously.

"You aren't in any trouble, it's about Harry." said Mrs Weasley, gesturing for them to sit down.

"Is he alright, has something happened?" shrieked Hermione, immediately thinking of the worst.

"Harry is fine, in fact at the Order meeting last night Professor Snape told us that Harry escaped from Azkaban a few days ago." replied Mrs Weasley, taking a sip of her tea.

"He was in Azkaban!" exclaimed Hermione, Mrs Weasley sighed aloud. She had forgotten how little the children had known.

"The important thing is, Harry has escaped. But we don't know where he is..." muttered Mrs Weasley, looking down at the table to avoid eye contact with anyone.

"Missing? What do you mean, how can he be missing? How did he even escape from Azkaban?" pressed Hermione, desperately wanting to know more.

"Maybe Sirius told him how he escaped from Azkaban." said Ginny.

"No, Sirius was an illegal animagus. He used his form to slip through the bars, Harry isn't an animagus." replied Hermione.

"He might be, we don't know what he's been doing all summer up in his room." mumbled Ron, darkly.

"I think he would tell us if he was an animagus, Ron!" said Hermione, scathingly. Though she seemed slightly hesitant.

"Is the Order trying to find, Harry?" questioned Ginny, looking at her mother expectantly.

"You know I can't talk about what the Order are doing, Ginerva." scolded Mrs Weasley, her daughters face darkened out of embarassment at being told off.

"Do you know if Harry is alright?" asked Hermione, worried about her friend. Mrs Weasley merely shook her head, making Hermione sigh out of exasperation.

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"Harry Potter, this is Twindlebark. Twindlebark, it seems Harry Potter is in need of a new wand, maybe even a few...extras." smiled Fierceclaw.

Harry and Fierceclaw had walked into what appeared to be the depths of Gringotts. The room Harry was in now, resembled an old looking workshop with tools for all kind of different trades. Woodwork, Metallurgy, Jewel-crafting, Tailoring, what seemed like every possible skill and craft you could possible do with your hands. Tools littered the various worktops, with many of them seemingly having products that were in various stages of completion.

"Is that so... Mr Potter. How was it you became separated from your first wand?" probed Twindlebark, looking at Harry curiously.

"Voldemort has it." said Harry, bluntly.

"So the rumours were true, and why have you brought the wizard to me Fierceclaw?" asked Twindlebark, changing his gaze to Fierceclaw.

"You know why Twindlebark, your goblin made products are the most prized for a reason." retorted Fierceclaw.

"It would be foolish to ignore the mastery and skill I weave in to my products. I fail to see why I should grace such valuable items, for no return." sneered the goblin, turning his back to poke a red hot fire with a black metal spike.

"I can pay." blurted Harry, not wanting to offend Twindlebark.

"Galleons may appease some goblins, but I have more than enough to last me my remaining years. And several lifetimes after that." muttered Twindlebark, turning back to face Harry.

"Then what?" asked Harry, wondering what else the goblin would desire.

"I believe Fierceclaw may know what I require." whispered Twindlebark, his eyes darting to Fierceclaw.

"I think I may do... Harry Potter, in the letter you received yesterday you may have noticed the items of value included weaponry, armour, precious stones and portraits. I believe Twindlebark would prefer a material item instead of gold." stated Fierceclaw, looking at Twindlebark for confirmation.

"Indeed...I will craft a wand, armour...whatever you desire. In return, I require a goblin made shield I believe has been in the Black Family for several generations." said Twindlebark. Harry hardly had to think about it, Sirius didn't care for his families possession and he had no purpose for a shield.

"Fine, the goblin made shield is yours." answered Harry, Twindlebark smiled.

"Good, step forward..." mumbled Twindlebark, Harry did so and the goblin instantly started to measure every single aspect of Harry's stature. Noting each measurement down, scribbling furiously and muttering to himself in Gobbledegook.

"Which arm is your wand arm?" asked Twindlebark after several minutes of silence.

"My right." replied Harry.

"Do you draw from the left, or the right?" pushed Twindlebark, who had stopped measuring him but kept on writing.

"The left I guess." said Harry, watching Twindlebark closely.

"Interesting..." whispered Twindlebark, more to himself than to Harry.

"What were the materials used in your old wand?" asked Twindlebark after another minute or so.

"Holly and Phoenix feather, it was eleven inches long." replied Harry, slightly unnerved as Twindlebark was now observing him and writing.

"Strange...not at all what I have in mind." whispered Twindlebark, who began scratching out a few lines he had written earlier.

"What do you have in mind?" questioned Harry, trying to glance at the notes that Twindlebark had written. He saw they were written in what Harry guessed was the Gobbledegook version of writing.

"Wizard wand makers rarely deviate from common woods and the same three cores, phoenix feather, unicorn tail and dragon heartstrings. It's quite boring." muttered Twindlebark, monotonously. Harry decided not to say anything as the goblin kept staring at the notes he had written.

"I will need a precious stone of some kind, does the Potter Black vault have a selection that could accommodate this?" asked Twindlebark, looking at Fierceclaw.

"I can have someone retrieve them immediately." replied Fierceclaw, walking out of the room.

"Does it need a fancy gem?" questioned Harry, worriedly.

"The gem will be placed in the base of the wand, underneath the start of the core. We could add a smaller stone at the tip..." said Twindlebark in hushed tones, who began sketching fervently.

"I have Cracktip retrieving the collection." announced Fierceclaw, walking back in to the room and sitting down. Much to Twindlebark's displeasure.

"I think a blend of Adansonia, Lime Tree and...either Bloodwood or Cuban Mahogany will work, do you have a preference?" asked Twindlebark. Harry didn't know what to say, he hadn't even heard of those trees.

"Bloodwood it is." mumbled Twindlebark, writing as he talked.

"What about cores?" asked Harry, his mind racing.

"Goblins appreciate the magical qualities of all magical animals, ah...I see Cracktip is here." smiled Twindlebark, his eyes glinting at the sight of the large tray. The tray was set down on the nearest worktop, Cracktip walked out of the room immediately. Twindlebark followed Harry's gaze that had immediately set upon a roughly cur, marble sized black stone. The goblin picked it up and held it up to his eye.

"Carbonado, commonly known as 'Black Diamond'...very interesting." muttered Twindlebark, but Harry was sidetracked as his attention was on the emerald the size of a snitch that was one of the central pieces.

"You've had encounters with basilisks and dragons, haven't you." stated Twindlebark, looking at Harry for any reaction.

"Yes, is that important?" asked Harry, wondering were the goblin craftsman was taking the conversation.

"What other creatures have you met in your years?" pushed Twindlebark, curious about the young man's history with magical animals.

"Going back from first year, a three-headed dog, Centaurs, Acromantula, a Basilisk, Dementors, Blast Ended Skrewts, Dragons, Merpeople, Sphinxes, Salamanders and Thestrals." replied Harry, mentally counting them in his head as he said them out loud.

"The majority of those are unusual to be used in wand, a Thestral tail feather is of course legendary in the wandlore..." mumbled Twindlebark.

"You think all those animals could be used as a core?" asked Harry.

"All of them? No, balance is important in a wand. Three different woods are being used, meaning three different cores. Aha!" exclaimed Twindlebark, snatching up a small emerald that Harry had been looking at moments before. It was no bigger than a fingernail, again the goblin held it up to his eye.

"Perfect clarity, well cut, yes...this should be fine. Call Cracktip, he can return them to Mr Potters vault." said Twindlebark.

"When will it be ready?" asked Harry, feeling slightly excited.

"I will craft the wand overnight, you can have it early morning tomorrow. I'll have to blend the woods, calculate which cores will combine. It will be an amazing creation." whispered Twindlebark, his voice tinged with anticipation.

Harry thanked Twindlebark and left the goblins workshop, Fierceclaw walked him to the foyer after arranging a time to meet the next morning and Harry left Gringotts nearly hopping with optimism. Until he saw the face of Remus Lupin looking directly at him.

Authors Notes - I edited the last chapter so those that are alerted to this story that were wondering why, now you know. To make up for the expectations, I thought I'd upload this chapter on the same day. Sorry for any confusion.

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