"Christine time for dinner! " a mans voice yelled from a window.

A young woman with dazzling brown eyes looked in Harry's direction for a moment before she headed into a door.

Harry took in his surroundings for a moment as he dusted off ash from his robes.

Diagon alley had taken a huge hit during the war and was still in the process of being rebuilt. Most of the debris had been cleared off the street but windows still remained boarded up.

Without thinking the elder wand was in hand and seemed to sing as a golden light emitted from it. What debris was still on the ground began to meld together and reattach to buildings. Boards were banished and liquid glass seemed to pour into window frames hazey at first but then hardening into a clear seamless gloss. Dirt that had been there for years seemed to vanish from the street. And fresh paint on every building visible. Noises from inside confirmed Harry's curiosity about the damage inside of walls.

Windows and doors began to open people peering through glass children peeking from behind their parents legs. One small child pointed at him and yelled "it's Harry Potter!" And with that the mourners and pointing started. It was an all to familiar feeling of being back in fifth year. Stowing the wand he made his way quickly towards the looming bank in the distance. Hazelnut eyes watching from a doorway.

Upon reaching the stairs leading up to the bank he was surrounded by goblins armed with swords and weapons he didn't know the name of but knew enough to know they were sharp and more than capable of removing his head.

"You are not welcome here thief" the tallest of the short and ugly creatures spoke roughly in English.

Taking him to be the leader Harry addressed him, not knowing where the words were coming from. "I seek only what is mine and to make retribution for any harm I may have caused battle wizened one. I made a deal with one of your kind and I seek to honour it. Should this go well I will remove all of my contents in your secure establishment and another of your kind will never see nor hear from me again"

The tall scared goblin spoke in a rough voice that any other would hear as gobblydook but Harry heard as English. "Lower your weapons, we have no choice the wizard has the right to what is his under our laws. But remain intimidating. He's young and doesn't know this."

Weapons were lowered slightly but hateful looks were still directed in Harry's direction. " very well thief you may enter but be warned we will be watching and any perceived indication of theft will be met with death" Harry looked the creature in the eye and chuckled. Why in the hell am I laughing? He thought. I'm terrified... in a voice that was his but a word which were not in a tone almost cheerful he said "naturally" then strode up the steps without a care in the world to the eyes of those still watching him.

Flashes popped as reporters and cameramen were taking pictures and scribbling furiously on their pads. This would make the morning edition of the prophet.

Potter Repairs Town and Laughs at Goblins

Inside the bank Harry was panicking. What the hell was happening he wondered. A cool smooth sensation from the palm of his hand was passing a calming feeling through his body. Looking down he saw a dark stone with a familiar symbol etched in it. He gasped loudly and seeing the weapons come close to him again stifled it into a cough. While a ethereal female voice spoke in his mind. "Be calm young master there is no true danger here"

A goblin opened a door Harry had never seen before. Through which was a dimly lit narrow corridor. Passing through the doorway Harry felt a tickle against his skin and somehow knew without knowing it was a spell to disarm any illusions and disguises that may have been cast. Walking on for what seemed an eternity they reached what looked like a vault door. A goblin who had obviously not been expecting anyone but still knew his job and took it very seriously grunted before reaching one of its fingers towards the door. Running the nail along a thin crack there were creaks and groans before the door swung inward.

Inside, contrasting the dim corridor was a brilliantly illuminated room filled with gems and jewels neatly arranged in display cases. Walking past them Harry could do nothing but admire the methodical metal work that had made gold into the fine filigree like nothing he had ever seen before. In the centre of the room was a lone goblin who was obviously very old and reminded Harry of a miniature albus dumbledore, hunched over a table using his finger nail to carve a fine tiara from a chunk of gold.

"Your highness" spoke the leader from outside. "We have brought you the thief, heir of the potter and founder vaults"

The old goblin who Harry has nicknamed in his mind dumbledore dropped the gold he was working on with a dull thunk and looked up.

"Ah" he said in a higher then expected voice. Seeming to glide rather than walk in a much quicker pace then anticipated towards Harry. "So you have it seems. But what of his friends?"

Again Harry spoke his voice calmer and firmer than he actually felt. " I have come on their behalf to settle any and all debts as well as to give you this" and as he spoke he drew from seemingly nowhere the glistening sword of gryfindor.

Seated across from goblin-dumbledore with sharp blades so close to his neck if he coughed he'd lose his Adam's apple Harry spoke cheerfully.

"Come now your highness is this anyway to greet an heir? Greet a relative to those who helped you forge this grand establishment?"

Goblin-dumbledore stared for a moment wide eyed before clapping his clawed hands. Before Harry could blink the blades were gone and the goblins holding the them were lined up along the outside walls.

"That's better, now shall I pour us a drink?" As Harry spoke a bottle of something Harry had no idea as to what it was in a husked wood bottle appeared in his hand and to skull glasses floated in front of him.

The face of every goblin in the room lit in envy at the sight of the bottle. Harry poured the two glasses half full of what he could only describe as a pale grey swamp water with a smell to match the look. Gagging internally he passed one of the glasses to goblin-dumbledore. Bringing the other to his lips and downing it in one go.

The taste was surprisingly not as unpleasant as fire whiskey. Though it still burned of alcohol as it went down.

"A drink made by our ancient warriors, worth more than all the gold in this bank. How may I ask did you get ahold of it?" He asked Harry as he sipped the liquid savoringly.

"Ah" said Harry "that my friend is a tale worthy of a conversation of its own. Alas that is not why I'm here and none of you shall ever see or hear from me after today."

The goblin looked disappointed for the briefest of moments but nodded slowly at Harry confirmation that he should continue.

"Your highness as I'm sure you're aware I could summon every last spec of gold and gem in this place replacing it with exact replicas and none of you would be the wiser. However" Harry continued before any of the angry goblins could interrupt. "I seek only that which I own by inheritance and right of conquest. In return for you granting me this favour I shall assume responsibility for all damages, one dragon and the damage to reputation caused by my removal of a horcrux made by one Tom riddle. On top of that, not a bribe but a gift between old friends, a case of this wonderful brew."

Harry's blood made a steady drip drip drip sound that echoed throughout the chamber. Gasping only slightly as a goblin roughly grabbed his wrist and pressed a long finger to his palm healing the small gash he had made only moments ago.

"The blood test well necessary doesn't under normal circumstances need to be painful does it?" Harry asked.

"Accidentally used my pain cursed blade" the goblin rasped with a toothy grin showing no part of it had been accidental "pain should stop in a week or so" he grunted.

"Perfectly understandable mistake" Harry replied cheerily smiling at the goblin causing himself to chuckle at the exasperated look on its face.

Goblin-dumbledore laughed throatily before dipping a quill which looked to be made of dark garnet into the small bowl containing Harry's blood and placing it to parchment.

A bright light shone from the parchment causing everyone present to blink or shield there eyes as pupils dilated in the darkened chamber.

Blinking slowly to rid his vision of the blue shape that blurred his vision goblin-dumbledore gazed at the parchment in front of him. "Fascinating" he said in a voice barely louder than a whisper "to think the vaults haven't been open in millennia, what riches could be found inside…."

Harry cleared his throat. "Fascinating as I'm sure it may be I assume there are a good dozen or so vaults that belonged to death eaters for me to get through am I right to assume Tom had no family vault?"

"Yes, yes there are a dozen or so vaults on this list" goblin-dumbledore sighed impatiently "the riches come from these 4 in particular the ones from the so called death eaters are yours from rights of conquest under your kinds law but have very little left inside I assume the "dark lord" saw fit to empty them of entire families fortunes to fund your war"

"It figures" Harry sighed. "What are the 4 you speak of?"

"Ah it appears magic itself has saw fit to gift you of all people access to vaults 1,2,4 and 7" the goblin said as if Harry should know what that meant.

Another goblin holding a spear who's eyes had not left Harry through the whole ordeal let out a gasp. "No!" It cried out. "Nonsense! The thief is a lie and a cheat"

"Ripclaw! The blood tests do not lie, for your disloyalty and insult to our life magic your sentence is death" goblin-dumbledore roared in Gobbledegook. Before Harry could react two goblins swung sharp and disgustingly jagged blades cleanly slicing ripclaw's head off. It rolled to Harry's feet the look of hatred still etched on his face as his body fell.

Fighting against his stomach's urge to release everything he had eaten Harry looked away.

Clearing his throat and speaking indifferently goblin-dumbledore continued. "Vault 1 was opened by Merlin emerys, vault 2 was morgana le Fay, 4 belonged to Gordic griffindor and vault seven Salazar slytherin"

Harry gasped momentarily forgetting the head which lay at his feet. "How is that possible?"he rasped the cockiness the elder wand had given him all but vanished in that moment.

"Magic" goblin-dumbledore laughed. "Now come, I will personally see you to the vaults myself"