June 25th, 1994

Remus and Sirius watched Harry turn and re-renter the manor with concerned expressions. Neither knew how Harry was really doing, and neither of them could confidently say they actually knew Harry at all. Remus figured he knew a littlle more than Sirius did but outside of his classroom and the Patronus lessons, he hadn't spent much time with the boy. In fact, Albus had been very firm on the belief that Remus should stay clear of Harry's life ever since James and Lily died. Remus had not questioned the leader of the light, but now that he had taken a moment to think, it seemed Albus had made a terrible mistake with Harry.

Even after being bitten by a werewolf, his life now being permanently tainted, the boy's eyes had lit up with pure happiness at the prospect of living with him and Sirius. On first glance one would assume this to be a normal reaction. Getting to live with your parents' friends. But Harry was now suffering from a terrible fate, and he was still more than pleased to live with Remus and Sirius.

'Hey Padfoot, do you have any idea what Harry's home life was like?' asked Remus, still tracking Harry's back as he disappeared around the staircase to climb to choose a room.

Sirius looked at his friend. 'I first laid eyes on the kid in a street near Tuney's house. He was running away. I could feel power radiating off of him. Mostly anger but… I sensed more pain than anything. I don't think he had a good childhood Moony.'

Remus sighed. This was not what was supposed to happen. Harry was supposed to be loved and cared for by Lily and James. He should have had siblings and should never have appeared so unbelievably happy at the prospect of living with a wanted fugitive and a werewolf. 'I just thought it was strange how quickly he accepted living with us.'

'Yeah. Before you transformed that night.' Sirius paused. 'Well, I offered to take him in if he wanted to. I told him that if he didn't want to leave his family, that I'd understand. No one just leaves their family for no reason. But he didn't even let me finish my sentence before he told me he'd move in straight away. I want to speak to Dumbledore about the whole thing.' Sirius frowned. He remembered James and Lily having joked about writing a line in their will that stated that under no circumstances should their son be left to her sister. They had laughed it off and written it in "just in case my bitch sister wants to get Jamie's money" as Lily had said. But it was still a section of the will. Surely that had to have been respected. Shaking his head Sirius turned to face the grounds and took a deep breath of the sea. 'For now, we need to focus on Harry, and getting me a trial. We should talk to Amelia. Heard she's the DMLE Head. We had a thing going before Halloween '81. I wonder if she ever questioned my imprisonment.'

Remus turned to Sirius, grinning. 'Reckon she still has a thing for bad boys, eh Sirius? Think she might let the murder charges slide for a good shag?'

Sirius let out a bark of laughter before turning serious. 'Nah. Old days are just that Remus. I need to be there for Harry. He's my priority. I need this trial, so I can represent my godson. I'll even claim my Lordship if I have to. I made a promise Remus. I promised Lily that I would take care of her son.' Sirius had tears in his eyes. His voice was wavering. 'I looked her in the eyes Moony, I told her I would be there for him. I told her I would raise him and spoil him rotten, but I failed her. I failed her and I failed James. Never, am I going to put myself, my problems, my vengeance, ahead of that boy.' Sirius gestured to the manor. 'I will love him, and I will help him. I owe him that. I owe myself that, Remus.'

Remus was taken aback at his friends' resolve. 'I'm proud of you Sirius. I'll be right there with you.' He looked back to the manor as well. 'I'll love him with you.'

Sirius turned to his friend and enveloped him in a brotherly embrace. Muttering his thanks through the tears that coursed down his face. Remus, having much the same reaction. Neither of the two noticed the window shutting above them.

Harry had heard the entire exchange. He couldn't express the gratitude that surged through him at the prospect of two people, so willing to take care of him. He knew he wasn't a child anymore, but he wanted to be cared for. He wanted to be loved. And hearing Remus and Sirius agree to love him was overwhelming. The surge of emotion coming from his mother at the same time only escalated the situation as Harry smiled to himself and for the first time, in a very, very long time, let the tears fall.

Harry wandered around the upper floor which consisted of a landing that had 8 doors leading off of it. He noticed the names on the doors. SIrius had his own room, as did Remus. But the last room in the hallway is what made Harry's breath hitch. There, in gold lettering, plastered along the fine oak door, read "James' Room". Harry cautiously reached for the handle, his hand was trembling slightly. He turned the knob and opened the door silently.

It was a large room. The wall that held the door was covered by a bookshelf spanning the entire room. The wall to Harry's direct left was entirely taken up with a beautiful window that overlooked the Quidditch pitch and the topiary gardens. Across from Harry sat a king-sized four-poster bed, with a nightstand on either side. The wall behind the bed was covered in drawings and posters. It seemed to Harry that his father was an incredible artist. Sketches of Hogwarts and the Marauders lined the walls, but also newspapers of the first war. Red string was wrapped around certain stories where he had jotted down notes on the subject. Then there were notes upon notes of spells he had been working on. Often times his name was accompanied by that of Sirius, Remus, or Peter. A massive segment of the wall was devoted to journal entries and Quidditch posters. He caught glimpses of his mum's name in many of the entries while skimming. Wizarding and Muggle photographs were plastered on the wall as well. Nearly all of the pictures of him and his mum were muggle. Harry thought to ask his mother why they weren't wizard's photos.

'Your dad liked muggle photos. He thought they meant more. He said that they captured a moment and only that moment, said it made them special, Most of the pictures we took together were muggle. I think he wanted me to know that he didn't care if I was muggleborn. After… a friend of mine betrayed me, James and I weren't exactly friends, he made me feel wanted, told me that I belonged. That's when your father really started to change. He changed because he wanted me to know that he wasn't like my friend. He wanted me to know that there were people who didn't give a damn. He was never a supporter, the family always declined Voldemort's invitations, but the fact that he grew up, for me, meant more than he'll ever know.'

'Does he watch me? Does he like me? Or my friends?'

'I can tell you that he thinks you and your friends are brilliant. We had a big fight over you flying the car into the whomping willow. He thought it was fantastic while I felt as though you needed a true punishment. And then the howler Ron got only made him laugh harder at the fact that you hadn't received much more than a slap on the wrist.'

'Can you tell me about him? About how he thinks about me?'

And so Harry sat on the floor of his father's old bedroom, listening to his mother go on and on about how happy James was when he had made it onto the Quidditch team. He loved the room. It spoke volumes to who James was. It was cluttered but Harry thought it was more of an organized chaos situation. Eventually, he got up onto the bed and sprawled out. Staring at the ceiling, listening to his mum. He didn't know when his eyes closed.

Sirius and Remus ambled up the stairs to check on Harry. They looked in every room and when they came to James' old room they stopped. The memories of all of their gatherings spent here were flooding through the two of them. Bracing themselves for the emotions of laying eyes on their friend's room, Remus opened the door and peered inside. They were a little shocked to see Harry curled up in a ball in the center of the bed. This was a strange position to sleep in but neither of them gave it much thought.

Sirius smiled and leaned against the doorframe. 'You think he'll take the room?'

'If he does, I doubt he'd want to change anything in it. I feel like one of the guest rooms would be better for him, he could make it his own. This room has so much history. It's a history Harry desperately wants to be a part of, but I think he'll crave something that's more… himself.' Remus mused, thinking back on everything he had learned about the boy over the course of his year as Harry's teacher.

The two left the door slightly ajar but walked back downstairs.

The next day Harry woke to feel incredibly well-rested. He stretched out of his ball position and walked to the bathroom that accompanied James's room. He showered and dressed in the same clothes as the day before. He could smell breakfast being made and he felt the wolf in his core begging for more food.

The kitchen held Sirius, and Remus reading The Quibbler and the Prophet respectively. Harry had always enjoyed reading, but he had learned long ago to suppress such traits. Harry noticed the two elves hard at work and he walked over to them.

'Can I help?' Harry asked, much to the surprise of both elves and Sirius and Remus.

'Does young master wish it?' asked Floppy, looking thoroughly perplexed.

'Yeah, I like cooking. You two can still help, just tell me what you're making and how I can help.' Yeah, Harry Potter was a very unique wizard.

The elves agreed, (though somewhat reluctantly) and Harry prepared french toast for his… Well, who were they? What was this group? His family? He'd love it to be like that, but he didn't know where the others stood. He wanted to ask, but he still didn't know what he was or wasn't allowed to do. So, he handed Sirius and Remus their plates and he served up two more for the elves. They looked at him with wide eyes but smiled. They began to make their way to their quarters when Harry asked why they were leaving and pulled out two chairs for the elves. Harry then sat next to Sirius and ate his French Toast.

Remus, Sirius, and the elves gaped at Harry. He didn't seem to notice. The boy was devouring his breakfast so fast it would make Ron choke. The elves didn't want to disobey their master, so they took their seats next to the wizards.

'Well, Harry, I was thinking we could go to Gringotts and sort out all of our vaults and inheritances. Sirius, as your legal guardian, has to be there so he'll come under the invisibility cloak. Goblins can see through cloaks but they also don't give a rats ass about wizarding law. In their eyes, Sirius is money, and that's all they'll care about.'

Harry was a little worried for his godfather but he knew that Remus wouldn't risk it if he wasn't one-hundred percent certain. 'Alright. When do we leave?' Remus and Sirius grinned.

As it was still devastatingly early, Harry Potter and the Defense Professor of Hogwarts were met with an empty street. They walked up the alley, peering into the still closed shop windows. Gringotts had its doors open and waiting for the supposed pair as they walked in through the doors. They walked purposefully to the counter and Remus gestured to Harry to speak.

Harry paused, thinking about how he had been told to treat goblins in the past. Harry figured this knowledge was probably useless. Most wizards treated all other beings as lesser. Using his experience with the house-elves in his life, Harry decided to treat them as equals.

'Hello sir, my name is Harry Potter and I was wondering if I could become acquainted with my vaults.' The goblin peered over his desk, interested in the use of "sir" from the young wizard. 'You see, I was only recently informed of my inheritance and I had no idea that I was the owner of other vaults until my father's friend filled me in. I understand that this isn't your fault, as you were not the ones who should have been tasked with disclosing this information to me.' Harry finished and looked up at the goblin with a small smile.

The goblin was respectfully intrigued by the Potter heir's gestures. Never in his fifty years of banking had a wizard spoken to him with such respect. 'Certainly Mr. Potter. I will get your account manager to speak with you.' The goblin waved his hand and Harry heard the sounds of footsteps from his right. Harry turned to see the goblin he had ridden with down to his trust vault with Hagrid before his first year.

'Griphook! You took me down to my vault for the first time. I don't know if you remember me or not.' Harry offered his hand to the goblin.

The goblin at the desk and Griphook didn't bother to attempt to hide their shock. Griphook tentatively reached forward and shook a wizard's hand for the first time in his life. Harry smiled at the goblin and repeated his inquiry about his inheritance.

'If you two could follow me, I'll need a few drops of your blood Mr. Potter-'

'Harry. Call me Harry. Please do not ask me to call you Griphook only for you to call me Mr. Potter.' Harry was grinning at the goblin's shocked expression. The teller at the desk they had been speaking to chose to follow the group after this exchange. He was curious to see where this would end up. The four entered an office that had two wizard guards standing outside.

'Well… Harry, the inheritance must be overseen by your legal guardian. I believe Mr. Lupin here was included in Lord and Lady Potter's will, though he is not your legal guardian.' said Griphook once they had all sat down.

'Actually, Griphook, could you make these wizards scarce? I don't feel comfortable with them being here.' said Harry. The look he got from the wizard guards was priceless. But they obliged. 'Are these doors warded?' the goblins both nodded. 'And silenced?' two more nods. 'Good. I'd like to thank you for going along with my godfather here.'

The goblins furrowed their brows. The Potter heir seemed to be pulling their leg. They knew his kindness was a trap, and here he was mocking them. 'What do you mean Mr. Potter?'

Harry noticed the reversion to his surname but looked just as confused as the goblins. 'I was told you could see through invisibility cloaks? My godfather is Sirius Black, and while I knew you don't care for such things, he is innocent and with me under my father's cloak.'

The goblins gave Harry a menacing look. 'We see nothing, Mr. Potter. Enough of this.'

'Sirius, pull the cloak off.' Harry pleaded. Sure enough, there appeared Sirius Black. The goblins looked shocked.

'Our apologies Mr. Potter. We could not see Lord Black through your cloak. Are you quite certain that is an invisibility cloak?'

'Don't apologize Griphook I would have thought the same thing, especially after being mistreated by wizards for centuries.' Harry pause and took the cloak from Sirius's hands. 'I inherited this from my father. I don't know where he got it.'

The goblins were about to speak when Sirius stepped in. 'He got it from his father. It's been passed down for generations. Father to son, mother to daughter. It's ancient Harry. Most invisibility cloaks only last a few years at best. Yours has been around for at least two hundred years. At least, that's what James told us.' Sirius looked up at Remus for confirmation. Remus nodded and looked at the cloak in Harry's hands.

Then, in another act that further cemented Harry into the good graces of the goblin race, Harry handed the cloak over the desk to the goblins. 'Can you two tell if something is different?' The goblins took the cloak, an heirloom of one of the most ancient and noble houses. Griphook ran his hand over the cloak and frowned.

'This cloak is not made of any material.' said Griphook.

Three "What?''s answered Griphook's claim.

'This cloak... is not made of any known material. In fact, my magic does not pick up on any trace of its existence. The only way I can confirm its presence is because I can feel it, and see it. Other than that, the item does not exist.' replied Griphook.

'What does that mean exactly?' asked Sirius.

The bank teller answered. 'It means, Lord Black, that this cloak does not come from our world.'

Harry chuckled. The reproachful looks he got from both the wizards and goblins made him shrink within himself. 'I was just thinking it would be funny if the cloak was from another planet or something.' said Harry with a small smile.

Surprising everyone, the goblins smiled. 'No Mr. Potter, this cloak is not extraterrestrial. I believe it originates from a separate dimension.'

The three wizards' jaws dropped. Then, Sirius's expression shifted to one of a different form of shock. 'Hang on, there's an old children's tale. It had an invisibility cloak that was given to one of the characters. I'm pretty sure the character in the story passed the cloak down to his son.'

The goblins and Remus both seemed to understand what Sirius was talking about but Harry just looked even more confused. 'Care to explain?' Harry asked Remus.

Remus opened his mouth but Griphook answered. 'The tale of the three brothers. Yes. Mr. Potter, could we submit your blood to the inheritance test? This appointment has become far more interesting.'

Harry wanted answers, and so he took the offered knife, and without reaction (which was not missed by either Remus or Sirius) slit a large cut across his hand. He reached out and placed his palm in the small bowl of liquid. Griphook took the bowl and swirled the blood in the water. Sirius reached out for Harry's hand and waved his wand to heal the cuts. Harry blushed and muttered his thanks.

Griphook poured the contents of the bowl out onto a large piece of parchment. The parchment seemed to soak up the water like Tom Riddle's Diary had soaked up ink. Harry shuddered at the memory. Suddenly he found himself thinking of Ginny. He felt awful. He hadn't even bothered to check on her after the Chamber. He had noticed that she didn't have many friends, and yet he had done nothing. He should have been there for her. Once again vowing to position himself in her life, he focused back on the task at hand.

Words were beginning to appear on the parchment.

Harry James Potter.

Heir to the Potter estate

Heir to the Peverell estate

Below was a multitude of estates he could claim if he wished. The goblins explained that there were so many heirs to these lines that it would cause nothing but trouble if he claimed any single one. Harry nodded his understanding. He really didn't care about money, he knew he had enough in his trust vault.

'What's this Peverell estate?' he asked.

The goblins looked at each other before answering. 'That, Mr. Potter is an account we have kept hidden and locked away for hundreds of years. That cloak is rather important. Not only to wizards but to the magical world as a whole. No one has seen the vault, goblin or wizard, since its creation.'

Harry tried valiantly to hide his shock by nodding his head a few too many times. 'How much money do I have?' It was a stupid question, he knew this, but he needed to keep his mind off of this Peverell business.

The goblins both laughed, a sound very few wizards could claim to have heard. 'Let us check the vault ourselves. If you would be inclined to visit your family vault?' Harry nodded emphatically and rose from his chair, gesturing for the goblins to proceed with him.

A long and dizzying ride through the depths of Gringotts lead them to a large cave opening lined with torches. Griphook and the teller dismounted and Harry, Remus, and Sirius did the same. The goblins handed the wizards large metal objects that made a horrendous sound when used.

'What are these for?' asked Harry

'They'll keep the dragons at bay.' responded Griphook.

'Dragons?' asked Harry, fear displayed on his face.

'Those won't be a problem for me and Harry here.' said Remus, smiling ruefully.

'Unless you are both werewolves, which we would have been made aware of by your ministry, the dragons will immediately engage in open combat.' said Griphook, glaring at Remus.

Remus turned to Harry who nodded sadly. Turning back to the goblin he said, 'We are both werewolves, though Harry has only recently acquired the affliction. We are not registered for we do not wish to live a life of poverty and despair. Our government is unimaginably pathetic when it comes to its treatment of magical creatures.'

Griphook looked startled momentarily before dawning a pensive expression. 'I understand this to be the reason you have treated us with utmost respect today Mr. Potter.'

'Erm, no actually, I was treating you like an equal. After having spoken to a few house-elves, I've come to the conclusion that wizards are a bit entitled.' He smiled. 'I treated you like an equal because, to be honest, you are. Hell, you're my superior. You've managed my family account since the deaths of my parents, and I am eternally grateful for that. You're good at your job and I'm just an underaged wizard with no magical relatives and too much money for his own good. I respect you, and so I treat you with respect.' finished Harry.

Griphook nearly showed emotion in front of a wizard, but it was quickly stamped down. 'Thank you, Mr. Potter. I do not think you understand how much of a difference this is to our typical treatment.'

Harry laughed. 'It's Harry. And no, I will never be able to understand the treatment you've received. I'll try and make it up to you as best I can Griphook. Promise me that you shall keep my affliction a secret? I don't think it would bode well for me if my enemies learned of my, erm, furry little problem.'

Griphook laughed long and loud. 'Furry little problem eh Potter? Your secret is safe with me. Now, Lord Black and I will need to use the clankers for our safety, but you and Mr. Lupin can proceed without us. The vault is across the way, you'll recognize the crest.'

Harry and Remus thanked the goblin and walked into the chamber alone. Right away the Ukranian Ironbelly glanced up at them with grey, misted eyes. An unfamiliar voice rang through Harry's head.

'Wolf pup. You come for your vault?' The dragon's voice rang through Harry's head like he had been hit with a beater's bat.

'I am his wolf. He is Lord Harry Potter. Heir to the House of Potter. We would like to gain access to his vault. Please respect our wishes, we mean you no harm.' Lily said to the dragon mentally.

The dragon nodded and turned its gaze to Remus. Harry saw the werewolf's eyes lose focus as he spoke mentally to the dragon. Absently, he wondered if his mother was being as understanding as Lily had been. Eventually, the dragon backed away, and Harry and Remus walked toward the vault.

'How do we get in?' Harry asked after Griphook, the teller goblin, and Sirius had passed the dragon with clankers.

'You are a Potter. Grab hold of whoever you wish to accompany you, and simply walk through.' said Griphook.

Harry grabbed Remus and Sirius by the wrists and walked through the vault door. Stepping over the threshold, Harry stopped and gasped. The vault must have been close to the size of the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Gold beyond measure was strewn about in large piles. The gold wasn't stacked as it had been in his trust vault. Instead, the vault was a veritable sea of treasure. It reminded Harry of an old muggle novel he had snuck into his cupboard as a small boy. Coincidentally, there had been a dragon involved in its protection there as well.

'Holy fuck.' said Harry.

Sirius and Remus both laughed and Harry let go of their wrists.

'This place is huge!' Harry's voice echoed along the walls of the vault. He then noticed a door to his right. Walking purposefully towards it, Harry wrenched it open to find another vault, equally enormous but organized to a tee.

Jewelry, furniture, and armor, along with weapons and a plethora of books lined the floor and walls. Portraits looked down on the trio as they walked inside. Harry had never seen so much silver in one room. 'Moony, do you think we can touch any of this jewelry?' Harry asked. 'Looks like a lot of silver to me.'

'It's wizarding silver. It should all have had an impervious charm embedded during its crafting.' replied Remus.

Cautiously, Harry reached up to a simple silver necklace. Its chain was made of fine silver that ended in an emerald teardrop pendant. It was shockingly beautiful and Harry could have sworn he'd seen it before. When his hands touched the silver, he was glad to feel no pain. Lifting it off its bust, Harry examined it in closer detail.

'That's muggle jewelry.' said Sirius. Stepping forward to look closely.

Remus started laughing and Harry and Sirius looked over at him questioningly. 'I remember when James bought that. He handed it to me without thinking and my hand got burned so badly I dropped it in the pond behind your house. I've never seen James apologize so many times in a single minute. I cast the impervious charm on that myself. It was going to be Lily's anniversary gift. James was so excited to give it to her.' Remus's face suddenly turned somber.

'Would've?' inquired Harry. Not really wanting to know the answer.

'Aye. November 3rd, 1977. It would've been their four year. He was going to give it to her, then he found out she was… well. And then Voldemort came.' Remus looked a little worried after what seemed to have been a near slip.

'Moony, what did James find out about Lily before Halloween?' said Sirius. Harry was truly dreading the answer. He didn't know what to expect.

Remus turned and looked straight into Harry's eyes. He knew what he meant. He was asking for permission from Lily herself.

'Mum? Remus almost slipped up on something and I think he's asking permission to share your secret.'

'I know sweetheart, I've been following the conversation. Just let me think for a little okay?'

'Okay.'

'She's thinking.' Harry said, finally. He sat down on a nearby armchair and waited. Finally, he heard a very quiet, sad voice tell Harry to give Remus permission.

Remus took a deep breath. 'James found out Lily was pregnant with another baby.'

Sorrow that Harry did not know he had filled him up and flowed through him like wildfire. He could have had siblings. He might have had a sister or a brother. A best friend to have at home. He could have had a life like the Weasley's. A life with someone. If Voldemort had waited just a little longer to attack, Harry could have lived with a sibling at the Dursley's, instead of being all alone. Anger surged through his system. Pettigrew. That worthless tool was still out there. He was the cause of all this. No. No, he told himself. Voldemort. It all came down to him. Harry didn't care if these last few years were coincidences. He knew, deep down, that he was going to kill the man.

'I'm gonna kill him.' Harry said in a quiet voice. Remus and Sirius looked at Harry. 'I'm gonna kill Voldemort for what he did to me. I want to kill him.'

Remus looked worriedly at Sirius who gave a small smile to his friend as he walked towards his godson, kneeling in front of him. Sirius grabbed Harry's left hand with both of his own and looked Harry in the eyes. 'Remember how I told you that all of this mess is my fault? Your terrible childhood, my imprisonment, all of that was done because I wanted revenge. Harry, look at me. Really look at me. Do not let revenge fuel your actions. It's unstable, yielding to pressure, it's a feeble excuse to base your values. There will come a time where you will need to kill Voldemort, Harry.' Harry's expression changed and Sirius realized that Dumbledore must not have told Harry. 'There was a prophecy, made before you were born, that said you would be the one to kill Voldemort once and for all. The thing that most wizards don't understand, is that a prophecy can be ignored. If Voldemort hadn't taken it upon himself to kill your parents and yourself, the prophecy would never have been set into motion. But he marked you. He marked you as his equal.' Sirius pointed to the scar on Harry's forehead. 'And by doing so, he confirmed the contents of the Prophecy. You are the only one who can kill Voldemort. You will certainly have help, but you will deal the final blow. That is why Voldemort came after you that night. That is why he will continue to come after you once he returns. Do you understand, Harry?' Sirius searched his godson's face for any sign of understanding.

'So, my life is already dictated for me? I have no choice in the matter? If I don't act, everyone suffers?' said Harry.

'Of course you have a choice!' Sirius all but yelled. 'Never let anyone make decisions for you. But as Albus's saying goes, do what is right, not what is easy. And remember that it's our choices that decide who we are. Don't focus on the prophecy. Events will play out with Voldemort as they are supposed to. You are still Harry Potter and no matter how many terrible, unfair, unkind things come your way, you will stand strong. You will stand and you will make your mother and father proud. You will make me proud. Be yourself, Harry. Be-Yourself.' Sirius said the last two words with a light jab to Harry's chest.

The stinging in Harry's eyes was impossible to ignore. He flung his arms around his godfather and let the tears fall. He did not sob, he didn't shake, he just let them pool into Sirius's chest. It felt so wonderful to be held like this. Like he belonged. A hole in his soul that he had not realized was empty filled and for the first time, Harry felt loved. Truly loved. That no matter how well he did in school, no matter how overcooked the food was, Harry would still be loved by the man in his arms. He felt Remus come around Harry from behind and wrap his arms around the pair. They stood there for a long time. Eventually, Harry let go and rubbed his eyes on his sleeves.

'Alright. Let's… let's go shopping.' Harry smiled and the trio left the vault. Harry pocketed the necklace his mother had never gotten the chance to see. Until now.

Harry told Griphook that he would visit the Peverell vault at a later date. He felt emotionally exhausted and didn't have the mental capacity to go through another vault of family history he could have been a part of. The ride back to the main floor of the bank was quiet but comfortable. Harry bought special bags that would give the owner access to Harry's combined vaults by simply uttering the amount of money needed. Sirius dawned the invisibility cloak and the now duo walked into the decidedly crowded street.

'Sirius,' Remus whispered in the general direction of where Sirius was. 'Apparate home, it's too busy and we can't risk it.'

'Agreed.' came a whispered reply, and a quiet pop sounded from beside them. Harry and Remus walked through the alley and window shopped for a bit. Harry wanted to get some clothes in muggle London but Remus had other ideas.

'Oh we'll get to that, but let's find some things to decorate your room first.' he said.

'My room?' said Harry.

Remus smiled down at Harry. 'Yeah, your room. I'm assuming you don't want to disrupt your dad's old room but still want a place of your own?' Remus really hoped he was correct in his assessment of Harry.

Harry nodded and Remus grinned. 'Well let's find what you like.' he said.

A/N: Alright so I lied. No transformation in this chapter. It's shorter than the last three but I realized while writing an abridged version of the events of late June to July that I couldn't squeeze all of this into one chapter. I can confidently say that I'm glad I made this decision. Building up the Harry/Sirius/Remus relationship is rather important for this story to work. I also just really want to have fun with this fic.

I enjoy a good inheritance scene as much as the next guy but I always find the whole "hundreds of vaults" thing sort of tacky. Like, this is a tightly knit community of inbred morons and you're telling me Hary is the sole heir of like forty different fortunes. Yeah... no. So instead I just turned the Potter vault into Erebor lmao.

From here on out I just gotta say that I'm taking more time with individual events. The next chapter should be a pretty short fluffy chapter, or I'll combine it with the start of Harry's switch in electives. You see, I don't love the idea of them all training Harry into a pulp before fourth year. Like, yeah it'd be convenient for the TWT, but the kid is 13, and he just became a werewolf, AND he's living with new people and is really getting to know them. I doubt he has the mental capacity for all of that and training. Don't worry though, I have a cool idea for when Harry DOES need to train.

Harry learns about the prophecy. Notice that Sirius doesn't tell him the whole thing, not even mentioning the fact that Harry is either murderer or murdered. This just shows Sirius's overwhelming confidence in Harry among other things. He doesn't even want to plant the seed in Harry's head that he could lose. We'll see where that gets him.

A conversation with DUmmbledore is inevitable but I haven't decided if it should happen before or after Sirius's trial. Eh, whatever. I'll figure it out. Don't worry we'll get a check-up on the Weasleys, and maybe a letter exchange scene between Harry and Ginny.

A reviewer said something about Harry telling Ginny. Don't worry, it's coming. Not so fast though. Gotta let the angst and mystery brew. I do love a good reveal. Logically Hermione will figure it out after the second or third of Harry's disappearances so obviously, I have something planned. Anyway, bye all.