When Harry and his aunt arrived in London it was already lunchtime. Harry had had a major present opening in the car as they neared the City. He had received a new broom servicing kit from Hermione (his old one has almost run out of everything); a book on the Chudley Cannons featuring every statistic on everything that had ever concerned them in the history of the team. He had also received boxes of sweets from most of his professors, there was particularly a box of Bertie Botts every flavour beans from Professor Dumbledore with a note that read, 'Hopefully no ear wax contained in this box' Harry grinned and put it with the rest of his gifts.
Finally, Ginny had given him a book on the principles of becoming a Animagus, having briefly flicked through it Harry had learnt that when you first attempt to become one you have to realise your forms, although it was very rare to have more than one it was possible. He stowed the book inside his trunk as they pulled into a car park near to the Leaky Cauldron.
As they walked in Petunia looked around. She smiled in memory,
"I've been here before, when your mother first came here to pick up her supplies. Never thought I'd set foot in here again." Harry smiled at his Aunt.
"Come on, we can come back for a drink after we've sorted this inheritance business." They walked through the pub and along Diagon Alley to the entrance of Gringotts bank. As soon as Harry had entered and told a lower clerk his name an important looking goblin hurried over and after bowing to Harry he led them to an office at the top of the building.
"If your highness would care to wait here I will bring Gnarler and Zagorin to see you." The goblin slowly left, bowing as he went until he was out of the door.
Petunia looked at Harry in astonishment.
"Do you normally get this kind of treatment here?"
"No, never. It's usually Griphook I see and that's just to get money out. This must be something special, with those letters I got this morning, this morning this must be serious."
A few minutes later a goblin walked in accompanied by a tall man in a black tailored suit.
"Good morning Your Highness. As you are here I must assume that you received your letters this morning notifying you of your new status in the world. I am Gnarler and I am the Deputy Head of Inheritance matters. Now, in the matter of your inheritance from your parents Mr and Mrs James Potter. Let us deal with the residences first. You have from your father's side of the family one mansion in Clanethll, which is in the south of Ireland. It is very isolated with nothing around it. It stands in the middle of a 167-acre plot of land with outbuildings, stabling and two lakes. Here is the relevant paperwork; the portkeys you received earlier will enable you not only to get to the residences but also to enter them. No one may enter any of your residences unless they are with you or hold the portkey. You also have three villas from your father, one in the south of Spain, one just outside the town of Sorrento in Italy and one in the Austrian mountains. Once again, here is the relevant paperwork for you to sign. Finally from your father you also have a fairly spacious flat adjacent to Golden Square which is just off Regent Street in London. Well I say a flat, it is in fact an entire building which you own." He handed over the next set of papers. They each contained a list of contents for each residence listing everything that was in each room, plus a list of houselves that Harry owned in each one.
"Now from your mothers side of the family there are no properties as she inherited none from her immediate family but there are a number of vaults. Firstly we have a vault that your mother and father put a certain amount of money in for you when you reached your majority, in a sense a trust fund. It is vault number 387 and contains approximately 600,000 galleons. As of now it will increase with ten-percent interest per year. We also have the joint personal vaults of Mr and Mrs James Potter of which there are three. Collectively they contain a total of 4 million galleons. They are vaults 384, 385 and 386. Finally we have the Potter family vault which has been added to since the Potter family was founded over 800 years ago. It contains 27.8 million galleons and has an increase of six-percent interest per year. The vault is number 160. Here are the keys to your family vaults,"
The goblin handed over four golden keys and one larger silver key.
"The silver key is the one to the Potter family vault, the rest are to your parents personal vaults and your trust fund."
Harry accepted the keys and put them into his pocket whilst Petunia looked on in bemusement.
"Now, in the matter of your God-fathers will. You have gained possession of his personal residence no.12 Grimmauld Place in London. The Black family no longer has a manor as such. Rooms were moved magically into the house in London and each important room was installed into the ground below the house. You merely need the relevant password to enter them. I believe the portrait of Sirius Black's mother is the relevant painting to open the rooms and the password is contained in this scroll which materialised on my desk this morning."
He handed Harry the scroll and pulled out a ring of silver keys.
"These are the keys to the Black family vaults excluding number 12. The lesser vaults of which there are five each contain about a million galleons and the main family vaults of which there are eleven in your possession range from having 5 to 73 million galleons. The Black family I believe rarely spent vast amounts of money and the interest is such that it has pilled up in the vaults. I believe that concludes my business with you. You may begin your residence at any of your properties immediately and any persons who have for whatever reason been residing have been evicted. One of which seemed most desirous to talk with you, a Mr Albus Dumbledore I believe." Gnarler smirked at Harry,
"He was evicted with the rest." Harry grinned at him as he left. Zagorin stepped forward and sat opposite Harry.
"Now Mr Potter. I believe we need to discuss the matter of your Ancestry."
Harry and Zagorin talked long into the afternoon about the titles and lands that he had inherited from the two founders and Merlin. Most were easy to transfer to Harry, the Lordships of Avalon and Mith were more complicated but the ownership was primarily magically transferred across to Harry and the islands that he now owned would recognise his magical signature. The most complicated to transfer were the Head of the House of Lords seat and the Minister of Magic position. Although neither were to come into effect until the following year they were difficult to shift to Harry, as there were already people in each of the positions. Zagorin agreed with Harry to take care of the necessary arrangements and to keep him informed.
The last thing that Harry had reason to question was his change in appearance.
"Ah yes, I believe that Slytherin was a Skarien. Now a Skarien is a being not unlike a Vampyre. They have the same kind of strength and reflexes but not the need to gorge on blood and stay out of sunlight. Skarien are not always wizards but when they are they tend to specialise in wandless magic and be very powerful. As you have come into your majority you have gained your ancestor's Skarien blood and, I would guess you are almost a full-blooded Skarien. As you are the Prince of Darkness also from Slytherin's blood you have dominance over all Vampyres, Skariens, Centaurs and Dementors, as they will all obey you and take you as their leader. I believe some of the centaurs have been predicting your arrival for the past five decades."
When Harry finally left Gringotts his purse and mind were considerably heavier. Petunia left for Privet Drive and Harry hired a taxi to take him to Golden Square in the centre of London. He arrived and as soon as he stepped up to the front door the handle glowed with a bight blue light and swung open for him. He stepped over the threshold and walked into his first of many homes. After talking to the various house elves that had been keeping up the house he began to unpack his various possessions from his trunk. Despite being legally allowed to use magic he did every task be hand, giving him more time to think about the developments of the day. When finally everything was as he liked it he decided to go out in muggle London and find somewhere to drink.
Harry wandered the streets until he ended up at a club on Carnaby Street very near to where he had started out, only a few hundred yards from his house of Golden Square. Getting in was no problem; the problem he discovered was that he had happened upon a gay club. Nothing wrong with it, he thought, but men coming on to you tend to be more forward than women are. In the sense that instead of a chat-up line, they went straight in and stuck their tongue down your throat. After fending off the umpteenth advance of the night a voice drawled behind him,
"Need any help Potter?"
Harry looked over his shoulder and saw Draco Malfoy standing behind him.
"Draco! I've never been so glad to see you!"
"Hey steady on Potter, I'm not the evil Slytherin any more but we're not quite that close yet."
Harry grinned; he'd got used to Draco's sarcasm over the past year after he's come to Harry for help. They weren't best buddies, but they certainly weren't archenemies any longer.
"So like I said, need any help?"
"Do I? That was about the fifteenth guy that's tried it on with me tonight!"
"Well, what do you expect in a gay club, really. There's a perfectly good straight club round the corner on Great Marlborough Street, you should have gone there."
"Hey, I don't mind the fact that its gay, as well you know, they're just more forward than I would have expected is all."
Draco sighed and shook his head in despair.
"Come on lets go and dance, I promise I'll keep the annoying boys away." Harry grinned and taking Draco's hand they dove into the middle of the throng of bodies on the dance floor and danced together.
It was well into the early hours of the morning when Harry and Draco left the club.
"Well Potter. What now?"
Harry took his hand and led him down Carnaby Street, they turned right onto Beak Street, left onto St. James Street and they came out onto Golden Square.
"Potter what are we doing on Golden Square, how did you know about this place?"
"I just like it here."
"So do I but what are we going to do, it's cold. We can't exactly break into a house here."
"Who said anything about breaking in?" Harry led him to the front door of his house.
"I live here." The handle glowed once again and swung open to let the boys walk in.
Draco walked through the rooms in wonder. There were two very spacious living rooms on the ground floor with a kitchen, a library and a small bathroom. On the second floor there were more living areas, another small bathroom and a bedroom, the third floor had more bedrooms and a nursery and a master bedroom with full en suite. Harry pulled Draco up into the attic.
"I was thinking about this earlier this afternoon. This is going to my area, split into roughly 3 areas. Over here, " he ran over to one side where there was a large window, "will be my bedroom which will lead into a living space with chairs and stuff, and over here," he ran over to the other side of the floor space, "will be a mini kitchen with a small bathroom in-between the two, to one side. What do you think?"
"I think it's incredible Potter, how is all of this yours?"
They went down to the ground floor and sat on one of the plush sofas.
"A lot has happened today." And Harry proceeded to tell Draco everything that had happened that day.