A/N – Told this chapter wouldn't be long in the pipe. Well here it is the boring chapter. I promise that the following ones will be more interesting.

Chapter 6 – Shopping for one.

Harry awoke with a start and automatically reached for his wand, which was still in his pocket from last night. However when he discovered the room was empty he began to slowly remembered what had happened over the course of the past days. He had run from the Burrow after discovering Dumbledore plans and had ended up in Godrics Hollow on his way to Diagon Alley and was now in the summerhouse of what appeared to be the Potters Mansion. After all that, he remembered the events of last night and what Merlin had told him was going to happen, and it was only now that he realised that that wasn't the first time that he had seen Merlin in his dreams. His scar however wasn't hurting and so he was quite sure that the dream hadn't been Voldemort induced. But that left only two options. It really was true or it was an average dream. He certainly didn't feel any different. Merlin had said that he would receive the knowledge of the Elected Ones but he didn't seem to have anything in his head that he shouldn't so he assumed that it had been all a strange dream.

Is that really what you think Harry-

Harry jumped about three feet into the air and whirled around with his wand outstretched. 'Who's there? Show your self.' When he received no answer he crept forward and began to search the area. 'Is there anyone here?'

Well not exactly Harry. We are in your head-

'Great first weird dreams and now I start hearing voices, perhaps Fudge was right I am unstable.'

Your not going mad my boy. We are merely here to help you get to grips with this new knowledge. -

'Merlin? Is that you?' Harry asked still not releasing his hold on his wand.

Ah. Knew you'd get there eventually. Now how do you feel? -

'Not that different actually though I've got the beginnings of a royal headache,' he finished.

To be expected my boy. Now the knowledge is there but because you haven't learned it in the normal way so your brain hasn't created the synapses that are necessary to access the information. That means that you will have to think strongly about anything you want and after a bit it should start to come naturally though you might find that in some cases some of the knowledge may come instinctively and you will act without knowing. Now I believe that first you should get some money at that new bank place…Gringotts I believe they call it. Don't know what the problem with Frankans was but that's beside he point. Time indeed changes much like this great language; it used to be so poetic. Right get to it and I'll come back later. - With that Harry felt the pressure in his head ease slightly and he realised that Merlin was right he needed to get to Diagon Alley.

He gathered his belongings from where he had dumped them by the door and after a quick search of the place discovered some drink and some bread in a cooler in the back room. After the meagre meal he attached the levitating trunk to him and set of for the small graveyard at the bottom of the site. He approached silently and approached his parent's grave whispering a promise to return he touched the portkey stone and with the familiar tug behind his navel he was unceremoniously deposited in the rubble of Gryffins retreat.

Half an hour later found Harry under his invisibility cloak standing in front of the fire in the Leaky Cauldron having just flooed from the House Elf Head. He silently creapt through the crowd of patrons that were craning their necks to try and find who had flooed and he managed to make it through to the courtyard out at the back of the dingy pub. Reaching for his wand he looked around before drawing it and tapping the bricks to open the archway to Diagon Alley. As the arch grew he stepped through and was immediately was socked by the shear lack people bustling about the Alley. He had only been in the secret Wizards area once before the last week of the holidays and even then it was always full of people going about their dayly business now it was empty of almost everyone. He knew that it was still early and that might explain the lack of people but secretly he suspected that people were just too scared to do there shopping now that Voldemort was 'Officially' back. It really did amaze Harry just how much sway the Ministry held over the views of the public after all Harry had been saying that Voldemort was back for over a year now and just because the Ministry denied it then people just continued on there business as if everything was fine with the world.

Harry sighed with frustration but hurried of towards Gringotts making sure that his floating trunk didn't bump into any of the few patrons hurriedly scurrying from shop to shop with a look that said that they though Voldemort and his Death Eaters might attack at any minute. Suddenly he rounded the last corner of the long street and was confronted by the magnificent marble fronted bank with its elegant classical columns and as he passed by the front door he pulled the cloak into a position that would allow himself to reveal his face to anyone that he should choose. With that down he headed over to the far side of the bank and was now thankful that there were few people in Diagon Alley as it meant there was nobody in the bank except the goblins. So with one last look around him he approached the desk and removed the hood of his cloak and said, 'Er Hi, is it possible to talk on a private room please.'

'Certainly Mr Potter, right this was,' the goblin replied whilst dropping from his stool and leading Harry into a back room where he closed and locked the door with a clap of he long fingered hands. 'Now what was it that you were requiring.

Suddenly Harry felt as if some other part of his brain had taken over as he purposefully bowed into a low stoop and performed a strange gesture with his hands. What surprised Harry more was that the Goblins eye's lit up with surprise at the gesture and immediately dashed through another door only to return moments later with an elderly looking goblin. Harry almost reflexively performed the manoeuvre to the new goblin, only for a look of surprise to stretch across the taught green skin.

'How is it possible that a wizard would use our customs. They haven't been seen used for over a hundred years. Well not correctly anyway,' spoke the younger goblin that Harry had first met.

'Truly, this one is special as the fates have foretold,' replied the wizened goblin, causing Harry to roll his eyes in frustration. He just couldn't get away from the damn prophecy, 'and you say that he spoke our language as well, I was unaware that any child could speak Gobbledegook.'

'Um excuse me but about my money. I don't mean to be rude but I am in quite a hurry, also what did you mean, I don't speak Gobbledegook?' interrupted Harry with a puzzled expression. For some reason the goblins were acting as if he had done some thing quite out of the ordinary and aside from the strange bow and hand Florish he had acted just as he did everytime he had come to the Wizarding bank, if one discounted the fact that he had been invisible and had requested a private audience.

The Goblins turned there large eyes on the raven haired youth and the older of the two spoke but not before performing the strange ritual that Harry had so strangely performed upon entrance. 'Mr Potter you do us a great honour of learning the ancient customs of the Green skinned ones. Many Wizards come and go through this great establishment and none have ever taken the time to learn of our customs, not for over a Hundred years has a wizard performed the greeting rite correctly and none that have done it since the founders has been such a wealthy patron. As to your second question I would have to disagree as we are both speaking in Gobbledegook at this current moment in time. Now I believe you had some business with the bank and I will not press you any further on previous matters, but know this, you will hold the respect of the goblins where ever your travels shall take you.' With that and another strange gesture, which Harry instinctively returned, the older goblin left.

Well that was strange thought Harry as the goblin exited. 'Umm…I really came to withdraw some money from my account, I have my key,' Harry told the remaining Goblin.

'As you wish Mr Potter I will have someone bring you down to your vault.' With a short clap another goblin appeared at the shoulder of the first and asked, 'Is he the one. The one that is talk of the Dowren.'

'Indeed he is and he wishes to withdraw. Show him to his Vault.' Harry could have sworn that there was a deeper meaning hidden in that simple message before he was led of by what Harry thought was a very familiar Goblin. Then it hit him, 'Griphook, it great to see you again,' Harry exclaimed as he recognised the goblin that had taken him on his first trip to the vault where his money was stored.

'Mr Potter this is most unusual. In all my time here I have never had a Wizard recognise me on a second trip or show any affiliation towards any Goblin. When I had heard from the elder that you new of the customs I was wane to believe that your ignorant race would ever but here is was the indeniable truth.'

'Why are my actions such a surprise. I don't seemed to have done anything strange only be polite as I understand it.' By now Harry had begun to suspect that the knowledge he had gained was what was instinctively leading him and he had accepted that he was now fully aware of the goblins customs and language. It truly was a strange feeling to know something and not know remember how.

'The surprise, Mr Potter is that wizards never bother with our customs, that is the main reason behind the last goblin rebellions, in that they were mainly misunderstandings between that cultures. Since then the Goblins have had to take the fore front in learning Human ways as they were wane to learn ours. It is truly an honour to meet someone who is not blinded by the ways of his fellows. Now if you would step this was we will travel to your vault.' With that he led a surprised and confused Harry away from the tracks and towards a small circle in the floor that was hidden towards the back of the impressive building and before Harry could even quiz this action he found himself outside a large set of doors.

'Err…Griphook. What just happened and where are we?'

'Mr Potter we just travelled via rings to your vault. You see the tracks were only there for the wizards in order to present a secure front. However the Elders decided that due to your knowledge of our customs that it would be fitting that you should travel like the rest of the goblins to your vault.'

'Right. But this isn't my vault the door is far to large and ornate for it to be my vault.'

'This is not the vault to which you have frequented in the past but your family vault. This,' he said with a Florish as he ran a finger down a crack in the door and pulled it open, ' is the Potter family vault. Number 002.'

'You mean to tell me that I had two vaults and no-one saw fit to tell me.'

'Actually with the acquisition of the Black vault you now own three vaults with a gross liquid asset of well in excess of 4 million galleons. Not to mention the land ownership with a total of 1.5 million galleons and material possessions with a total sum of 2.3 million. As the last member to the oldest Wizarding family still in existence and as heir to the Black family wealth minus that of the other remaining family members you Mr Potter are the wealthiest man in Britain at this current moment in time. As to why you were not told. You didn't ask,' the goblin ended with coy smile that Harry had never seen on any of the other goblin's faces. They had always been devoid of expression and emotion.

With that Harry entered through the vast double doors that led into his vault and almost fainted at the sight. He definitely shouldn't bring the Weasley's here. Mounds upon mounds of gold lay piled across the room like some vast golden mountain range. On one side sat piles of paintings covered in tarpaulins along with a few other scattered pieces of furniture and all along the back wall were a large series of trunks that appeared, when Harry viewed them, to hold jewellery and the like. 'Er Griphook.'

'Yes Mr Potter.'

'Is it possible to get an inventory of what is here and any magical properties they might have?'

'Certainly,' and with a flick of his wrist a large book appeared out of thin air and he handed it to Harry.

Slowly Harry creaked it open and read the first page, which seemed to state what Griphook had earlier about the total sum of money in the Vaults and that Harry owned tied up in Buildings. The next pages were mostly taken up by the furniture and the paintings which were of Harry's lesser family and as such hadn't found a spot in what the book refereed to as Griffin Manor. It was the next few pages that caught Harry's eye as they listed the various properties he had inherited amongst them he saw the large house he had just come from which appeared to be Griffin Manor, the plot where Griffins Retreat had stood and also Grimmauld place. The sight of the house where Sirius had lived caused him to tense in guilt over the fact that he now owned the house but he relaxed as he realised that it was what Sirius would have wanted. The housing list also listed the current location of all known keys to all the properties as well as an extensive list of wards and protections. It even listed the Fidelious charm as being on Grimmauld place so Harry assumed that the list updated its self as new things occurred. So it was that Harry discovered that the reason he hadn't been able to enter the building was because the key was in chest number 57b.

With the book now tucked under his arm he headed for the back of the vault where the large trunks were stacked and searched until he found the correct trunk. Lifting the lid he was surprised to see that it was empty except for the key he had been searching for, however as he thought that the trunk should have had more items in it then the trunk did have more items in it and the key became buried under a pile of jewels and heirlooms. Harry immediately started digging through the rainbow of colours with the thought of getting the Griffin Manor key out and almost fell over when the trunk emptied to reveal only the key, it appeared that the trunks responded to the thoughts of the searcher. With that in mind he grabbed the key and went to open the book to look for it in the inventory and was now only mildly surprised to note that the key was on the front page, it would seem that the book had the same charm as the trunks. He slowly read the short description of the key and found that the only magical property was a permanent portkey to the Manor and back that was activated by the bearer holding the key and speaking the words 'Griffin Manor'.

Harry thought up a few more useful items from the vaults magical trunks, including a set of black battle robes embossed with the Potter crest of a Griffin holding a wand with sparks coming out of the end. He also picked up a couple of some of the more interesting defence and charms books that he thought might help him dredge up the new knowledge that he had gained. However when it came to getting some money he realised that he really didn't want to carry around that much gold. After all he intended to do some serious shopping.

'Erm Mr Griphook is there anyway that I can spend money without having to keep coming here to top up.'

'Certainly. I assume from you past you know what a credit card is,' with a nod from Harry he continued,' well we here offer a card that can be used in both the Muggle and Magical world and will give access to you monies at any time.' With that he handed Harry a small rectangle of plastic that had a small chip on one side along with his name and bank details.'

'Thanks. I think I'm done here now.'

'Okay Mr Potter if you would just like to step into the circle outside the door and we will return to the lobby.'

With that they found themselves in the lobby with Harry clutching the few items he had removed from his vault. 'Thank you Griphook,' said Harry performing the complicated farewell gesture before hitching the Invisibility cloak around him and his trunk, which was becoming more and more annoying. Making a quick decision he grabbed his key and portkeyed to the Manor and left his trunk on the porch before portkeying straight back to the original point of departure in the lobby of Gringotts. With the trunk and items out of the way he found that moving about was much easier and he had to worry less about hitting anyone. His first stop was to Madam Maulkins Robes for all occasions where he crept in. Again he found that the shop was empty. Lowering the cloak he walked to the back of the shop where he found Madam Maulkin and here assistance relaxing with a flagon of Pumpkin juice and were reading a copy of Witch Weekly from the waiting area.

'Excuse me,' spoke Harry worried about there reaction to him. He was sure that word would have got out that he had run off and was being looked for but he hoped that the searching would have been kept within the order, 'Is it possible to get some robes please.'

'Why Mr Potter. What a pleasure. Of course you can get some robes, now just stand there and lets get you measured. It sure is nice to actually have a customer. Normally this time of year is the busiest and yet we have had two customers in the past week. People are just owling orders now. What with the Ministry leaflets and the attacks no-ones going shopping. In fact you of all people I would have expected to have stayed inside. I mean your stories no secret. Well anyway what robes are we looking for then Mr Potter?

'Well I need a whole new set of school robes and I would also like a set of dress robes as well.'

'Well that shouldn't be a problem.' With that she left through a door out back leaving Harry to sit in the waiting room until she returned which she did promptly fifteen minutes later with a handful of packages. As Harry left the store he once again portkeyed to the Manor and left the parcels with his trunk wishes again that he was of age and could just shrink them, he supposed he would ask Merlin if there was a way around the decree after all if he was going to practise as Merlin had suggested then he would need to be able to do magic without being caught.

Two hours later found Harry outside Potter Manor with a new compartmentalised trunk at his feet, a new stock of potions ingredients and a new pair of Wizarding glasses that had made him glad, for the first time, that he was famous. He had arrived at the end of Diagon Alley and had spotted a small shop he hadn't noticed before that seemed to be an opticians, when he had entered he had begun to look around the small store at the neatly arranged glassed and monocle when he had been approached by a kindly witch in her middle ages.

'Hello dear, how can I help you.'

'Hi I think I need a new prescription as I haven't had one in over 10 years.'

'In that case please step this way,' and with that she led him to a seat at the rear of the store where she sat him down and asked him to remove his glasses. Unfortunately in doing so he brushed aside his scar and she must have caught a glimpse of his scar as she suddenly jump with excitement and squealed, 'By Merlin, You're THE Harry Potter.'

'Er yes. Can we get this done please,' He had replied rather irritatedly.

It turned out that that had been lucky as when she had performed her analysis she had shown him to a set of glasses that were locked in a draw and he had been told that they were normally saved for top Aurors and the like but as she knew his story she thought he might be in need of the aid. In the draw where an array of seeing implements including glassed and eyes like that which Moody wore. The glasses apparently had X-ray capability as well as thermal imaging and night vision that were activated via three small buttons on the side. It appeared that they could also be activated mentally once the owner got used to them and could be activated simultaneously to aid the wearer. Harry had taken a pair immediately and handed over his new card before leaving for Potter Manor.

Once there he had left his stuff with everything else on the porch having determined that he wouldn't enter until he had completed his shopping trip. So he arrived back in Diagon Alley and swiftly left through the Leaky Cauldron into Muggle London. Stepping into an Alley he removed his cloak and folded it into his jacket pocket which due to it having belong to Dudley was huge. He had decided that he wouldn't venture to far from the dingy Wizarding pub just in case. He knew that he had the portkey but he preferred to have alternate exits, though it wasn't till later that he realised that this line of thinking was probably coming from his new knowledge.

He first entered a small shop in the same street as the pub and bought several pairs of jeans and casual trousers as well as several T-shirt. After remembering Merlin's words earlier about training he also bought two tracksuits and work outfits in case there was any physical training involved. He left the first shop with several bags in his hands and suddenly realised that he would have to finish his shopping in muggle London as jumping to and fro might draw some attention. Therefore several hours later and with his vault now emptied of a few hundred Galleons he arrived, exhausted on the porch of his new home with a complete new Muggle and Wizarding wardrobe. Dumping the lot including his old trunk into his new one he reached into his pocket and withdrew his key and placed it in the lock of the front door. With a smart twist he opened the door and dragged his trunk into the entrance before turning back to close the front door where he got the surprise of his life.

A/N – Thanks again for all the reviews that I received. The next chapter should be up by next Monday (England time) so I hope you look forward to it. As always read and review.