Such a delay, for this?!? Sorry, busy, ya'll should know how that works, anyway, I'm trying to redouble my efforts, but some new stuff is on the way. And yeah the ending was rushed, but that happens. And still no beta so errors ahead. And yeah, I still don't own anything that can be found anywhere else.

Chapter 4: Welcome Back to Diagon Alley

After the table crashed with the ceiling Dumbledore only smiled and vanished the pieces away.

"It appears your Amp will do you well," he mused, "once you learn a little more…control."

Harry just smiled his thanks.

After the party everyone went their own ways. For the days final surprise Luna and Neville informed Harry that they were staying the rest of the month. They both joined in with the wandless and soundless magic training with Remus Lupin. Luna was horrendous at this form of magic, but Neville surpassed everyone but Harry in it. Within a few days Neville figured out what he'd do for the S.O.U.L., he would head up healing, something he was very good at (he learned this after his Uncle tried to surprise the magic out of him so many times, Neville had a lot of self-healing going on), also he knew every medical plant out there.

On Friday Lupin told Harry they would be required to attend the reading of Sirius's will on Monday. They would also be getting their school supplies while there. Needless to say Harry was not looking forward to the weekend ending.

Time has a funny way of acting whenever you want it to act a certain way. Saturday and Sunday completely flew by with nothing very interesting happening. Before he knew it Monday morning had arrived.

Harry awoke groggily to a very dark and rainy day. He showered and dressed in a black t-shirt, black pants, and black dress shoes. He put on some robes Sirius had obviously had made for him, over his left breast was the new Potter crest. After placing his glasses on he returned to the bathroom to try and tame his unruly jet black hair, but it was a losing battle. After conceding from that battle he strapped his Amp onto his hand. With a heavy sigh he left his room.

On the second floor he was greeted by the rest of the Sect of Unified Light. Each were wearing dress robes too, Ron, Neville, Hermione, and Ginny were all in black. Luna dressed in a white and light blue mix. It seemed almost like a funeral procession.

The six friends continued down, on the ground floor the group was greeted by Remus Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley, Moody, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Dumbledore. Harry wondered if they were just on guard duty, or if this too had something to do with the will. He assumed it had to be something about Order business, or Dumbledore wouldn't have been there.

"This portkey," Dumbledore pulled out a piece of parchment that had a letterhead that looked to be from an attorney, "will take us to Mr. Marcus's office."

Everyone knew what to do, all of them crowded around touching a piece of the parchment. Harry heard Dumbledore say, "Alright, everyone touching? Good, on three, two, one."

A jerk behind the navel and Harry could feel other people being forced into his sides. A moment later they were all thrown back to their original positions; he stumbled a little but caught his balance. Ginny who was beside him caught his shoulder to stay upright. Neville, Luna, Ron, and Hermione were sprawled in various positions on the floor. The adults all seemed nonplussed by the journey.

"Welcome," greeted a reception witch, "you are here for the Black reading?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"Follow me please," she said in her high-pitched but dull voice.

She led them down a hallway; at the end was a simple door with only a label reading 'Conference'. She opened the door and gestured for them to go in. The room was simple, a dark rich wood encompassed the walls, the floor was the same wood but stained a shade darker. A long table of black was in the center, along with many black chairs circling it. Dumbledore took a seat, this was the signal everyone needed, and they all took seats too. Harry was in the middle of the table, Lupin sat on his right while Hermione was on his left. Silence closed in on all of them, left only to their solitary thoughts.

Five minutes passed when Narcissa Malfoy entered the room like some Queen about to claim a country and add it to her empire. Draco Malfoy entered in her wake; he noticed Harry and gave a superior smile.

Another five minutes passed, and Harry had thought of several ways to deal with Draco, when a middle aged wizard entered the room. He was in a fancy three pieced robe suit, his gray hair accentuated by his black beard. He gave an aura that commanded people to listen.

"I am Mr. Marcus," he glanced around the room taking a head count, "you are all here for the reading of Mr. Black's last will and testament?"

Harry looked up and down the table, Dumbledore nodded to Mr. Marcus.

"Then we'll begin." Mr. Marcus took out a piece of parchment, laid it on the table, and tapped it with his wand. To Harry's shock and horror, Sirius's voice echoed into the room.

"I, Sirius Black, of sound mind and body, am here to leave record of my last will and testament."

Harry's mind went unfocused as he heard his godfather speaking. Tears were forming but he would not let them go. Anyone who was watching Harry would notice that his eyes seemed to sink into shadows. He began to think again, blaming himself for the death of one of his parent's closest friends.

…How could I have been so stupid?

He couldn't hear anything until he heard his godfather speaking to him.

"To Harry James Potter, I leave the contents of the Black Family vault at Gringotts. I also leave half the contents of my personal vault. To Remus Lupin I leave the other half of my personal vault. To Albus Dumbledore I leave the most ancient and noble house of Black. Please continue your good work there."

His godfather's voice had stopped. Harry wasn't listening again, but Mr. Marcus was speaking again.

"If that is all I will bring forth the paperwork to finalize everything," he said.

"Excuse me," Narcissa Malfoy interjected, "but I would like to contest this entire proceeding."

"And what would you like to contest this under?" Mr. Marcus politely asked her.

"Seeing as how Sirius Black was an escaped convict, I don't see how any of this could have any real legal implications. If he is truly dead anything of value should be split between living blood relatives."

"Albus Dumbledore has given me proof that Sirius Black is in fact deceased."

"Then it's settled, seeing as I'm the closest Black relative who can legally receive anything…" but she had been cut off by Mr. Marcus.

"I'm sorry, but I do not see how this will can not be taken seriously."

"He was a convict," she said shortly, "He can not bequeath anything. The will is null and void."

"That would be true," Mr. Marcus continued and Harry began to perk up a little, "if he had in fact been convicted of anything. He was illegally jailed without trial, and that lawsuit is for another time, but has been filed."

At this Mrs. Malfoy faltered. She gaped at the triumphant lawyer. She jerked up, her upper lip in a snarl, "Come on Draco, we are leaving."

Draco rose too, shooting Harry a final hateful glare, the Malfoy's left.

After leaving the attorney's office Harry was still plagued in silence. The group was making its way to Gringotts bank for a withdrawal to purchase school supplies. The street was packed with families all doing their own shopping for the upcoming year, most thankful the rain had died out. Harry, barely paying attention did notice quite a few spells flying around. Most of them coming from underage wizards, he opened his mouth to ask Mr. Weasley about this when a cluster of red light heading his way caught his attention. Harry backhanded the stunner spell with his Amp. As the spell flew into the air he managed to find his attacker in the crowd.

Malfoy was gaping at Harry, his wand steady pointing towards Harry. Harry rushed him, his left hand around his throat.

"If you think I'm going to put up with your petty little taunts and antics this year you are sadly mistaken," Harry hissed to the platinum blonde Slytherin.

"Yeah? And what are you going to do about it hero?" Draco choked out.

Harry tightened his grip a little. Draco swung his arm at Harry's freeing himself, in a second his wand was on Harry again.

"Excuse me; do you have a problem boogey boy?" Ginny asked now at Harry's side, her wand out. With her were Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Luna, all with their wands at the ready.

Out of the crowd Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, and Theodore Nott emerged with wands out.

Nott glanced around, grinned and said, "One up."

Before a full scale battle could ensue in the streets of Diagon Alley, Dumbledore decided to step in.

"Not any problems?" he asked no one in particular.

The Slytherins hastily put their wands in the pockets of their robes. The Gryffindors plus a Ravenclaw lowered their wands. Harry still hadn't showed his Amp as what it really was yet.

"Harry, perhaps it's time we left," Dumbledore eased Harry.

"Fine," Harry spit in distaste, and as he walked by he shoved Draco to the ground.

"This year hero, you'll get yours," Draco Malfoy sneered.

The group was leaving though; Ron stopped, took an exaggerated step, and kicked mud backwards into Malfoy's face.

Before arriving at the bank Harry did get to ask his question.

"Why aren't ministry owls swooping down with threatening letters to all these kids using magic?"

"Mainly because of you Harry," answered Dumbledore.

"Me? How do they have anything to do with me?

"The D.A. of course," replied Dumbledore, "they have been so inspired that they have continued to practice throughout the summer. Some…other…students have also been practicing, sadly, for preparations against you. With all the magic being performed, and with the current Minister…lacking…in certain qualities, he lifted the underage band. Now the Ministry is focused only on any Unforgivables being cast."

"Why do you think you haven't received any letters for the training this summer?" chimed in Lupin.

"I thought it might have had something to do with the house," Harry laughed.

Before he knew it the tall white building that was Gringotts Wizarding Bank loomed before him. Upon approaching a goblin opened the door for the group of wizards with a bow. In the cavernous lobby Harry noticed Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour chatting animatedly about something.

"If you'll pardon me for a moment," Dumbledore bowed away, Lupin following slowly.

Harry gave Bill and Fleur a wave as the rest of the Weasleys joined the two. Harry not feeling like having a joyful conversation at the moment stayed back with Hermione, Neville, and Luna. Tonks was making her way to a teller, knocking over a few ropes that were held by magic to lead the line. Kingsley Shacklebolt and Mad-Eye Moody hovered behind Harry.

Neville and Luna began some mundane conversation that Harry could not make himself interested in. Hermione looked at him sadly.

"Are you ok Harry?" she asked lightly touching his arm.

"Yeah, it's just, a lot. You know?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean," she replied with a weak smile.

Harry noticed a flicker in her eyes. Maybe it was the light of the room, but something told him that Hermione might have known more than he could guess. Before he had a chance to ask what it was Dumbledore was back.

"Harry, a moment please," the headmaster requested.

After leading Harry to a private room that was little more than a solitary desk with two chairs the older wizard sat gesturing the other chair was for Harry. Harry hesitantly took the seat, usually when Dumbledore wanted you to sit what followed wasn't the best news in the world.

Dumbledore pulled a ring of keys from his cloak and placed it on the table. It jingled gently before he spoke.

"Your parents requested that after your sixteenth birthday that you receive your keys for their vaults. Also there are the keys for the vaults Sirius has left to you."

Harry sat numbly staring at the seven keys before him. He seemed to regain some sense though, as much as he didn't want to know anymore for the day he had to ask.

"Professor, why are there seven keys?"

"Three are for the Black family fortune, one for the Black family vault of personal effects. Two are for the Potter family fortune, one for the Potter family vault of artifacts."

"Oh…" was all Harry managed to say for a while. "Sir, can I just get an inventory of everything in these vaults? Also, is there a way I can just take money from my vault without having to go there every time?"

At these questions Dumbledore rose, "Just let me get someone to answer you better Harry." At this he left Harry to brood in his thoughts again. It only took about ten minutes for him to return though, a goblin in tow.

The goblin spoke first, "Mr. Harry Potter as questions about accounts?"

"You're Griphook aren't you? I met you the first time I came here." Harry half asked half stated.

A surprised look spread over the goblin's face, Dumbledore's long beard twitched in a smile, a sparkle returning to his eyes that Harry only noticed now was absent for the morning.

"Yes Mr. Potter, I am Griphook," the goblin recovered.

"Yes, I had two questions actually. One, can I get an inventory of every vault that I have, and two, is there a way I can access my vaults without actually having to come and make a withdrawal every time?"

"Yes Mr. Potter, the first is easy enough," the goblin waved his long fingers and produced a book, "this is an inventory of your seven vaults." He handed the book to Harry; Harry wanted to start reading right away but decided against it.

"As for your second question, we have a few options for you. For a yearly fee of fifty galleons we offer a pouch that will allow you to access two hundred galleons at anytime you need. For a yearly fee of one hundred galleons we offer a wallet that will allow you to access five hundred galleons whenever you need and the equivalent in any muggle form as well. Finally for a one time fee of five thousand galleons we offer a case, that will not only let you access the entire contents of your currency, in any magical or muggle form, but will also let you transport any item to and from your vaults."

Harry milling over his options flipped his inventory book open to a random page, he noticed that one vault had the sum of twenty five million galleons. The thought of so much money was almost obscene to him. Shutting the book he looked up at Griphook.

"I'll take the case."

After a blood charm, an explanation on how the case worked, and an explanation about its defenses Harry walked out of the bank with his case shrunken in his pocket next to his keys. His inventory book safely locked in his case. He, his friends, and their guard (minus Dumbledore who had to return to Hogwarts) were on their way to shop. Harry had to refill his potion stores, get new robes for he had outgrown his, pick up some treats for Hedwig, grab new textbooks for his new classes and for his private classes, and then it was off to Quality Quidditch Supplies. Earlier in the summer he received the news that his former professor Umbridge had incinerated his Firebolt. At this news he vowed to hunt and hurt that foul woman, Ron whole heartedly agreed to help him with this endeavor.

Entering the shop Harry noticed that both the new Firebolt SE and the Nimbus FX were present and in stock. He looked at both longingly, and then made his decision on what to do as a flash of the sum of one of his vaults appeared in his mind.

He approached the counter, "Sir?" he asked the clerk.

"Hmm?" was all the clerk had for a response.

"Between the FX and SE, which is better for seeking and which is better for chasing?"

"FX is standard for chasing this year, SE is for seeking." He said shortly still not looking at Harry but at a magazine lying on the counter.

"Thank you," Harry said before continuing, "I'll take both."

"Yeah, whatever you say kid," the man looked up to see Harry's lighting bolt shaped scar, a horrified look overtook his eyes. "S-S-Sorry about that, most kids say that like a joke. I-I-I'll just go get the brooms for you." And the clerk scurried to the back room.

After returning Harry pulled his metallic and black leather case from Gringotts out of his pocket. The clerk rang up the total, which Harry in turn spoke to his case. Upon opening it the total amount was lined neatly ready for payment. After the transaction Harry placed both brooms into the seemingly empty void that was the case's interior and snapped it shut again. He thanked the clerk for his time and left the store.

The entourage then decided on their final stop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The group trooped to number 93 of Diagon Alley. It was a tall building smashed in between its neighbors. It basically looked stretched upwards, the new paint was flaming Weasley red. They all entered the shop to find it extended far into the back, like a giant hallway. The right wall was covered in the twin's newest inventions. The aisles were stocked with the older products, from extendable ears to their own assortment of fireworks. To the left were the cashier's location and a display case for some of the more serious needs of any future pranksters. Manning the till was Lee Jordan, dreadlocks and all. He smiled warmly over the line of customers heads and waved at the new arrivals. From a stairway in the left back corner of the room the twins Fred and George descended. They were in deep discussion and when they looked up identical smiles came to their face.

"Harry, along with," said Fred.

"Family, and friends," said George.

"How lovely to see you," they said together.

"It is nice to see you again," chimed in Harry. The group looked to him like he lost his mind; he was in the same tone and timing as the twins.

"Friends," said George, Fred continued, "and family," then they both spoke, "Please help yourselves, everything's on the house, and Harry, care to join us?"

Harry shrugged and followed two contenders to Hogwarts' Greatest Pranksters award up the stairs. The loft had two beds to one side, and an open view of the ground floor of the shop on the other. In the middle was a work table, and Harry with held a laugh, many scorch marks.

Fred went to the table and started searching for something.

"We would like to present our business partner with something…" George trailed off.

"Special," Fred offered as a finished thought.

"Yes, special, and not being produced as of yet, but you my young Harry, are receiving six," continued George.

"And perhaps young master Harry here can relay his feed back to us," said Fred.

"What is it?" asked Harry.

"We'll let you figure it out," both brothers said together.

After restocking on fireworks, extendable ears, and other fine prankster products the students and guard returned to Number 12 courtesy another portkey. That night most of the house was sound asleep, Hermione after downing another potion at diner, but Harry was wide awake in his room pouring over his Gringotts inventory.

Trunks – Lupin and McGonagall are there to teach Harry the basics. Once he has that he'll pretty much be on his own in learning, Dumbledore will be very busy this year )

Lacy – No probs on the plug, everyone still needs to leave this rubbish and check it out instead ) Ok, thanks, for the underage reminder, I know it was mentioned earlier, but it completely left my mind. Oh well, hope I covered it well enough. Thanks for the props on the training room, I liked it and have found descriptions as a strong point, as for the schedule, it won't really be a focal point other than one chapter. Its funny with Ron, I have grown to really not like him, so I guess its fitting mine works LOL. Yes, the mini foeglass was there for a reason, actually Hermione might be interested in….Theology, not sure if it'll crop up or not, but probably in some way. Harry does need a party, but I don't think it'll come in HBP, maybe in the seventh though.

Thanks for reading!