(The Present)

No sooner had the group cleaned their plates of the delicious yet light meal Dobby had provided, than they were whisked away by the dutiful house elf. As they made their way to the lounge to relax, Harry looked around and felt at ease in his house for the first time.

"Well the will reading answers a lot; we had no clue that you had been emancipated," Hermione said.

"No one except those present at the reading knew, and I asked Moony, Tonks, and Mr. Weasley not to tell anyone. Dumbledore found out but that couldn't be helped. I'm happy they respected my wishes."

"You still haven't told us why you left Harry," Narcissa reminded, the anticipation clear in her voice.

"Ah yes, well I thought that would wait for tomorrow…" he answered, trying to get out of continuing the story.

"Not a chance Harry, now come on. On with the story," came Tonks' reply.

Harry threw his hands up in defeat, "Alright, now where was I…."

(5 years earlier)

The week leading up to his parents' will reading had gone by quickly. Harry had spent the week going over the Black family properties and the heirlooms and trinkets he had inherited. Gringotts had sent him a copy of the inventory they kept. He had found out that the Black estate filled up not one, but two vaults in Gringotts, one of which was solely for the monies of the family.

It had taken him all week just to make it through the entire inventory, and he finally had a glimpse of what he had inherited. Among the properties he now owned were summer mansions in Scotland, Russia, and even a small villa in Italy. Much to his surprise was that he owned several buildings in Daigon Alley as well as Knockturn Alley. He made sure to put those deeds aside to review later.

Harry was just putting everything away when he noticed the time.

"Damn I have to get going or I'll be late," he muttered to himself.

He made his way downstairs, where Remus was waiting for him, holding the same iron ring that acted as the portkey on the last trip.

"Ah, there you are Harry. All set to go?"

"Yes. Just finished putting everything up. Let's get going," Harry replied as he descended the stairs.

"And just where will you be taking Harry, Remus?" a soft voice asked from the doorway to the kitchen. Dumbledore walked into the room, his eyes twinkling softly.

"Gringotts, he's going to be given his inheritance from his parents today," Remus replied.

"How is that possible? He is still only sixteen, and to receive his inheritance he must be seventeen," Dumbledore pressed further, a slightly worried look crossing his face.

"Ah yes, about that. Harry is now emancipated and is legally an adult," Remus replied somewhat hesitantly.

"I was not notified of this. This is disturbing. I will go with you, I have questions for the goblins at Gringotts," Dumbledore said briskly. They grasped the ring and felt the tug beyond their naval.

In short order they were inside Gringotts, where they made their way to an open desk.

The goblin looked up and recognized Harry, "Ahh, Mr. Potter Black, I see you are here for your parents will." Dumbledore's eyebrow raised at the Black name.

Remus saw this and answered the unspoken question, "Harry is now Sirius' adopted son. It was part of his will. It was also then that Harry became emancipated."

"I see." Dumbledore then turned to the goblin. "As his legal guardian why was I not notified that documents were prepared to emancipate Mr. Potter or for Sirius Black to adopt him?"

The goblin replied with the usual formality, "As it was a part of Mr. Black's will, there was no reason to notify you, as you could not have prevented the preparation. Also there was nothing in Mr. Black's will concerning you directly so you were not allowed to be there. Afterwards, Mr. Potter Black was an adult, so your guardianship over him was null and void. It was at Mr. Potter Black's discretion to inform you. Now Mr. Potter, if you please, this way." The goblin turned to show them to the room.

He took them through the hallway that was familiar to Harry, and stopped at a door just like the rest. "The will reading will take place inside, Mr. Potter Black." He then opened the door for Harry.

As Harry walked through the door he offered his thanks. Dumbledore began to follow Harry but was stopped by the goblin before he made it to the door.

"Only those who are mentioned in the will are allowed inside. You will have to remain out here until Mr. Potter Black's business is complete."

"But surely-" Dumbledore began before being cut off again by the goblin.

"Only Mr. Potter Black may allow others to accompany him for the reading." At this Dumbledore looked at Harry, searching to be let in.

Harry thought for a moment, but then made up his mind. "Sorry professors, but this is something I think I will do alone." He looked at Remus apologetically, and received a nod from his friend. He turned and the door shut behind him, leaving a confused and disturbed headmaster and a smiling werewolf in the hallway.

Harry sat down in the chair in front of a large wooden desk that looked to be several hundred years old. He only waited a short time before a door at the back of the room opened and a goblin entered and took the seat behind the desk.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter Black. My name is Riglock and I am in charge of your family's estate. This shouldn't take too much of your time today as you are the sole heir of your family."

"Hello, and it's just Harry or Mr. Potter if you must," Harry replied courteously.

"Very well Mr. Potter. There is very little for us to do today, your parents' will states that you shall inherit everything once you are legally able to do so should something happen to them. There is also a small letter which I am required to give you to read at your leisure. I see that you have already received your inheritance from Sirius Black, so you should be used to the method of opening your vault." At this he took out an ornate wooden box with iron banding. Inside was a ring that looked similar to the Black signet ring, the only difference was that this bore the Potter family crest.

Harry's hand was shaking slightly as he reached in and retrieved the ring. When he placed it on his finger, it resized itself, and Harry felt a feeling rush through him that he could not completely define. The closest he could come was that it felt like he was whole, more complete than he had ever felt before in his life.

"Can I see my family's vault?" Harry asked after a moment's contemplation.

"Of course, Mr. Potter, this way," the goblin led him through the back door which eventually led to the familiar cart system. They boarded a cart and were sent on their way speeding down the tracks. Harry let his mind wander as they rode on, until he felt something change. He looked around him and noticed that they had entered an older part of the vaults. The doors were larger and seemed more secure than the others. Soon the cart slowed to a stop and the driver got out.

"Vault 84. Lamp please." He took the offered lamp and moved to the door.

Harry got out and marveled at the door, which had the Potter crest on the front. He moved to the center, and repeated the method for opening the door he used on the black vaults. Nothing happened and Harry looked at Riglock, confused.

"Oh my apologies Mr. Potter, I forgot." He reached into his pocket and produced a key which he slid into a hole a foot off the floor. "Try again please."

Harry repeated his actions and the door groaned as it began to open. He looked at Riglock again but received an answer before he could ask a question.

"A higher level of security is installed in the older vaults. The goblin in charge of your family's vaults is given the key and must be with you when you wish to personally enter your vault. You may select the goblin to oversee your vaults now that you are in control. Your parents selected me but if there is another you would wish to take over…" Riglock left the question open.

Harry thought a minute and then spoke, "No offense intended Riglock, I'm sure you served my family well, but I would like for Griphook to take over looking after my vaults." Harry began to enter his family vault.

"Very well Mr. Potter, I am sure Griphook is an excellent choice and will not disappoint you," Riglock replied.

Harry quickly lost all cognitive ability for a short while when he saw the contents of the vault. There were the expected piles of galleons but there were also a vast number of heirlooms and larger items that filled the vault. When he regained his senses he began to browse quickly. He soon found the inventory on a table in the front, which he remembered to pick up when he left. Among the many tapestries, and suits of armor, Harry found a section dedicated to books which numbered so high he couldn't count but he ventured that it would rival Hogwart's library for size.

Shortly into his perusing, he realized that Remus and Dumbledore were waiting for him. Picking up the inventory, and taking one last glance at the vault he exited and he made his way back to the office where he and Riglock bade each other good day, and Harry exited. Remus and Dumbledore both became active as he walked out of the office and began walking down the hallway towards the entry room of Gringotts.

"I'm done with the reading. Let's go home," he said as he walked down the hall.

The headmaster was still disturbed by the news he received that Harry was legally an adult. "Harry, what happened at Sirius' will reading that caused you to decide to become Sirius's adopted son and emancipate yourself?"

"It's what Sirius wanted, and I only followed those wishes. It felt right as he was the closest thing to a father I had recently, so I just wanted to make it as official as possible," Harry replied softly.

As they entered the lobby, Harry saw a familiar face and walked over. "Hello Mrs. Black. What is your business here today, if I may ask?"

Narcissa turned to Harry and smiled. "Oh nothing really, just taking care of the remaining stipulations of my inheritance. And I was moving some of my own holdings from the Malfoy vaults to my own."

"Where will you stay now that you can't be at the Malfoy house?" Harry asked.

"I'm not sure really, I know Sirius left me a house or two in France. I was thinking of going there, but that would mean leaving all this behind." She said motioning all around. Harry knew she meant the world in England.

He thought for a moment and then an idea popped into his head, "Why don't you come and stay at Grimmauld Place? We have plenty of room."

Dumbledore started at this, "Harry do you really think that wise?"

"Wise or not, it is my house and I will invite into it whomever I wish. I do not need anyone's permission to do so," Harry replied simply.

Narcissa weighed the offer in her mind for a few moments, "Alright Harry, I appreciate the offer although I am a bit surprised as to why you made it so soon. Should I wait to move in?"

"You're welcome whenever you are ready, Sirius trusted you and you have completed the last part of your inheritance and that is enough for me. Just send me an owl as to when you will be coming."

She smiled and briefly hugged Harry before returning to her business.

As Harry turned and began to walk away Dumbledore grew more worried at what had transpired.

The group remained silent the rest of the way out of Gringotts. Only when they had returned to Grimmauld place did Dumbledore break the silence.

"What did you bring back with you Harry?"

"The inventory of my parents' vault and a letter they left for me," He replied before beginning to move up the stairs.

"Ahh Harry, perhaps I should read it before…." the headmaster wasn't able to finish as Harry had turned toward him.

"No, Headmaster, I think I will be the first one to read MY parents' letter to ME," was all he said before continuing up the stairs, leaving a puzzled and worried Dumbledore below.

Harry spent a few hours reading over the inventory of his parents' vault which was surprisingly shorter than the Black inventory. It did list the total amount of galleons contained, and also the shorter list of heirlooms and trinkets than he expected. What surprised him was that he discovered he owned many businesses in both the muggle and magic worlds. He assumed it was because of his mother having exposure to the muggle world.

The letter from his parents still sat on his bed unread, and avoided. He glanced at it again and finally decided he needed to read it. He picked it up and opened the envelope. Inside was a single sheet of paper and he began to read,

Dear Harry,

As your mother and I write this, you aren't even a year old, but already we may be in danger. We want you to know that we love you and that will never change. In the event something happens to us we have arranged for you to stay with others. Just so you know who we trust with your upbringing we have included a list in this letter. We hope this letter finds you as well as can be expected as we will not be there. For this we are more sorry than we can express. This may not be the time but we feel there are certain things you should know.

First, there was a prophecy made about you, which is partially why we went into hiding in the first place. Ask Dumbledore about it if you don't already know it, it may help you in some way. Second, we did not go into hiding because we fear Voldemort, we went into hiding to protect you. We each have a piece of advice for you and we hope it serves you well. As your father I would like to tell you to enjoy life, and the times while you can, there will be harder times ahead, so enjoy what you can with the friends you have. And as your mother I would like to tell you to never give up. Whatever life throws your way in the form of difficulties, never stop fighting it, you have the strength to win, and you will do so. Always remember that we love you son with all our hearts and souls.

James & Lily Potter

P.S. To see the list, tap the letter with your wand and say 'The List'. After a few minutes it will return to normal.

Harry's eyes were wet with tears as he finished the letter from his parents. Now he wanted to see who was in line for his care giving over the years. He raised his wand and tapped the page and spoke quietly, "The List". The letter disappeared and in its place a list of names around 20 in number appeared, at the top were Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. There were others on there including the Longbottoms and a few others he recognized as well as many he didn't. At the very end was something that shocked him. A note written in handwriting that appeared to be his mother's, said that unless no other person could be found to care for him, then as a last resort he should be given to Petunia and Vernon Dursley.

Harry just started to process this when a knock on the door came, Ron stuck his head in the room. "Mum said dinner's ready. You hungry?"

"Yea, I'll be right down," Harry replied.

"Okay but don't take too long." Ron said before disappearing down the stairs. As he sat there for a few more minutes, things began to fall into place for Harry. His parents loved him enough to die to protect him, so he could one day kill Voldemort. He was also the only one who could do that. Harry realized that he needed help and he had to do something about it. Making up his mind, he headed downstairs for dinner.

As dinner started winding down and the plates were cleared, Molly cleared her throat, "Alright children, out with you, we have a meeting to start shortly," she began to shoo them out but Harry remained in his seat. "Come on Harry you too, this is for the

grown-ups only."

"No, I'm staying for the meeting," Harry said not budging an inch.

This brought all eyes in the room on Harry. He suddenly felt increasingly uncomfortable, but he knew he had to do this so he steeled himself for whatever came.

"Now, now Harry you're still too young to be in the Order. I'm afraid I just can't allow it," Molly continued in her authoritative voice.

Harry was about to point out that he was legally an adult, but another voice spoke first and interrupted his thoughts.

"Is Potter throwing a temper tantrum again? Really Potter, always have to be the center of attention don't we? Just like your father," Snape said from the doorway, a smug look on his face as he came into the kitchen, Moody right behind him.

"Stuff it Snivelus. This has nothing to do with my father but it does have to do with that pathetic excuse for a human you call master," Harry replied hotly.

"Harry I have told you repeatedly, it's Professor Snape. And I agree with Molly you can not attend the Order meetings as you are not a member," came Dumbledore's calm voice.

"When we are outside of school I will refer to him as however I choose sir, and as to my membership status in the Order, that is precisely why I am choosing to stay. The purpose of the Order is to oppose Voldemort and bring about his downfall is it not?" Harry asked scanning the faces of those present. Seeing nods from many individuals, he continued, "As I am the only one who can kill Voldemort, it would seem that purpose of the Order is to help me in that endeavor. Instead of giving me only what they think I should know, I need to know everything I can about Voldemort. For this reason above anything else I believe I should be made a member of the Order, as well as receive the training I need to defeat Voldemort." As Harry watched the people in the room, he saw looks that ranged from shocked to outraged to supportive.

Snape broke the silence that had been going on since Harry had finished, "What's this about you being the only one who can defeat the Dark Lord? Surely you aren't that arrogant."

"No I am not Snape, it is fate," Harry replied.

"Harry this is not the time or place-" Dumbledore began trying to head off where the conversation was going.

"No, Professor this is the time and place. I think everyone in the room has a right to know about the prophecy. A prophecy, Snape, which you only heard part of."

Harry took on the comical tone of making a prophecy, "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies . And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not . And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives . The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ."

The room grew deathly quiet as this news sank in for everyone except Dumbledore and Harry. "So you see because of this scar, Voldemort has marked me and I am the only one who can kill him. So I must ask to be made a member of the Order of the Phoenix, so that I may be prepared to do so."

Dumbledore sighed, "I'm sorry Harry but I just can not permit you to become a member. I am afraid I must forbid it."

Harry nodded and got up, moving to the door. But Ron's voice broke the silence, "You're condemning him to death. Without training he doesn't stand a chance against You Know Who."

"Ron it's no use. Nothing you say is going to make any difference," Harry said before leaving the kitchen. "I would like to remind the Order that they are guests in MY house," Harry added before the door shut, everyone who wasn't an Order member soon following.

Harry sat up in his room, mulling over what had happened in the last few weeks. He had turned away anyone who came to his door wanting to talk with him. He started thinking of where he could get the training he needed to defeat Voldemort. First he thought of becoming an Auror, possibly asking for a favor from Madam Bones, but that was out of the question as it was in the Ministry, not somewhere he wanted to be at the moment. After several failed attempts at arriving at a successful idea he decided to take a break.

He knew he couldn't make it out of the house without being seen or noticed, so he decided to head to the library of all places, as he knew that was the last place someone would think to find him.

He entered the massive room and was struck by the actual size of the room. He had never really looked at it before but now that he was in it and looking around, he was astounded by the sheer volume of books at his disposal. He began perusing the collection leisurely, not having a specific book in mind, when his eye caught one in particular toward the bottom shelves.

Pulling the tome from the shelf, he gave a small chuckle as he saw the title, The House of Magic, What Were They Thinking? He cracked it open, wondering why someone would refer to the Ministry as The House of Magic. This thought was soon dismissed as he realized that this book was about the magical world in the United States. He continued reading for a few more minutes and then moved the book to his room. As he walked back, a smile crept onto his face as he thought to himself. Maybe I do have an idea after all.

On the surface life for Harry continued as normal; however, when he was in his room, he was working furiously. He had finished reading the book and even though it thought the American magical world was a joke, he found the most useful things in it. It told him where to go when he arrived, to register himself with their authorities, and even the spell to create a portkey to travel there.

Since he had decided that going to America was his best option, as he was not likely to receive the adequate training here willingly, Harry had began checking things off his mental checklist. He now had the means of getting there and enough information on where to go from there that he was sure he could handle that end of things. Now all he had to worry about was money and his annoying little scar.

Luckily for him there was another book in the library dealing with concealment theory. After only the first few chapters a thought occurred to him. Much to his delight, he found that a simple notice-me-not charm worked wonders, on a shopping trip to Daigon Alley, no one stared at him or came up to talk with him. Only when he would pay for something would someone recognize him when they saw him up close. Now he just had to find a way to get money, and the best way to do that was Gringotts. He had one minor problem, no one would let him go alone and they would be suspicious of why he was going there.

Suddenly he remembered the portkey they had used to get to Gringotts. He remembered overhearing Remus say that he had made it into a long term portkey with a time activation set to 2:00 pm in case they needed to go to Gringotts for some reason. All Harry had to do was swipe it.

Still thinking on his predicament, Harry made his way downstairs to grab a bite to eat. As he entered he saw Remus and Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen having a cup of tea and reading the Prophet. Beside Remus was the iron ring that Harry needed, now he just needed to get it.

"Oh Harry, how are you? Would you like something to eat?" Molly asked when she saw Harry.

"I'm fine. I am hungry but don't worry about it, I'll get something myself," Harry replied moving to the cupboards.

Molly had beaten him to it, "No, no I'll fix you something, you sit yourself down and have a spot of tea." She then went about gathering up items and moved to the stove. Harry thanked her and made a cup of tea and sat down across from Remus. He began sipping at his tea and when Remus was still reading the paper and Molly was distracted flipping through a cookbook waiting for the stove to get hot, he cast a disarming spell quietly at the pot on the stove. It was sent flying and began bouncing around breaking things, making a huge mess.

Both adults in the room were startled by this and moved to start fixing things left and right. Harry took his opportunity and nicked the portkey he needed and rose to make his exit.

"Sorry Mrs. Weasley, I don't think I'm as hungry as I thought, I'll just grab some fruit." Harry said as he picked up an apple and made his way back up to his room. He now had everything he needed to get to America. There were a few things he wanted to do before then.

A few days later he went looking for Remus and found him about to leave.

"Remus, wait a minute," Harry said rushing to stop his friend. Remus stopped and turned, wondering what Harry needed. "Could you take me to Godric's Hollow? I want to see the house my parents lived in."

"I'm sorry Harry but I cant right now, ask Dumbledore, I'm sure he would be happy to take you," Remus said before he turned and exited the house. Harry really didn't feel up to the task of talking to the headmaster at that moment so he returned to his room a little less upbeat. When he got there he noticed an owl perched on his chair with a letter in its beak. He opened it and found that Narcissa would be arriving later that day. This did put a little more pep in his step.

The hours flowed by smoothly and found Harry waiting downstairs to receive Narcissa. As the minutes ticked by he grew more worried. Had something happened to her? Maybe she changed her mind. Those thoughts were lost as he heard a knock on the door and he went to open it. On the other side stood Narcissa, looking quite beautiful and she smiled as she saw Harry.

He returned the smile, "Please Narcissa, won't you come in?"

"Why thank you Harry I believe I will. I do hope you haven't taken too much trouble preparing a room."

Harry flushed a little as he had completely forgotten about that. Narcissa assumed as much from his reaction. "Don't worry about it Harry, I'll just take my own room again. I can find my way and see to it that it is just fine."

Harry thought for a moment and called out for Dobby. The elf immediately appeared and looked shocked at seeing his old mistress. "Dobby, I want you to treat Ms. Black as you would myself, she will be staying here until she chooses to leave. She will not treat you poorly or with ill intent."

The elf bowed, visibly relaxing that she was no longer Mrs. Malfoy.

"It shall be as Master Potter commands," and he disappeared again.

At that moment Molly chose to come out of the kitchen and saw Narcissa and Harry standing in the lobby. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THIS HOUSE?" Molly screamed as she drew her wand. Harry, realizing his small mistake, stepped in-between the two women to shield Narcissa.

"Harry what are you doing move out of the way, she's married to a Death Eater," Mrs. Weasley snarled.

"Mrs. Weasley, it's not what you think. Narcissa is here because I asked her to be here. And she is Ms. Black now. I trust her and you should too. She will be staying here until she decides to leave on her own," Harry said quickly, trying to diffuse the situation.

Molly lowered her wand but remained wary of the woman standing in the lobby. "Alright Harry but we will talk about this later." She returned into the kitchen.

Harry turned to Narcissa, "I want you to know that you have as much say in this house as I do. If someone is causing too many problems for you, feel free to have them removed from the house."

"Thank you Harry, I promise I will not abuse that privilege," Narcissa replied before making her way up to her room. Things were definitely going to be more interesting around here.

The next few days had gone by a bit uneasily, everyone questioning why Narcissa was there, but Harry would not explain why he trusted her and that anyone who had an issue with her being there was free to leave the house until they could deal with it.

He finally decided that it was time to ask the headmaster to take him to Godric's Hollow. He remembered Remus' statement that Dumbledore would be willing to take him. Harry was doubtful but he made his way to find Dumbledore, and found him in the second place he looked, the library. He prepared himself and then approached the headmaster.

"Professor, I would like to visit Godric's Hollow, I just want to know where my parents lived. Could you take me there or make a portkey for me?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore's face fell a little before he replied, "I'm sorry Harry but I can not permit that. It may still be too dangerous for you."

"You think that Voldemort has a Death Eater stationed there on the off chance that I'm going to show up there?"

"I'm sorry Harry but that is a chance I am not willing to make. I must do what is best for your safety," Dumbledore stated calmly.

"It is no longer your concern what is best for my safety. As you are well aware I am legally an adult and now you can do nothing to stop me from doing what I want. You have already kept things from me that you knew about, but somehow you have always done what's best for me. Why was I not given to Remus as a child? I can understand that you could not give me to Sirius at the time, but why not Remus, or the Longbottoms? Why did you choose to deny my parents' wishes and give me to the muggles? Why did you leave a year old child in an abusive household and then not check up on him? No, Professor, your days of doing 'what is best for me' are over. If you will not help me so be it." And with that Harry stormed off, not waiting for a reply.

As he entered his room, he gathered his things for his trip and then reset the portkey to Gringotts to activate in thirty seconds. Taking one last look around the room he knew he wouldn't see for a long time, he grasped the portkey and was pulled away.

After regaining his balance, Harry made his way inside and quickly toward the back desk. "I need to speak with Griphook immediately, and I would prefer if my being here was a private matter."

The goblin behind the counter merely nodded and motioned for him to follow. Again Harry was taken down the hall of unmarked doors and entered the door the goblin offered. He sat down and moments later, Griphook entered the room and sat down behind the desk. "Well Mr. Potter, how may I help you today?"

"Well Griphook, you could say I'm going on an extended leave of absence and I'll be needing some pocket money for the trip," Harry replied.

"Very well Mr. Potter. I assume you won't be needing your entire holdings? How much would you like to take?" Griphook asked while shuffling some paperwork.

"I'm not sure really, I'll be gone quite some time so I'll need enough to live on. But I'm not sure what to do with the rest, I'll just leave it here I guess."

Griphook smiled at this, "I could recommend a few investment firms that are very popular; however, if you are feeling a bit more adventurous…" Griphook let this thought go for the moment.

Harry's eyes narrowed a bit at this and pressed the issue, "If I were a bit more adventurous what?"

Griphook smiled even wider, "You could allow us to be your investors. Most wizards don't trust us as anything more than a holding firm and think we would cheat them out of vast sums of money."

"But that wouldn't be good for business, once word got around that you cheated wizards out of money, no one would use your business and you would go bankrupt. I think I would trust you as my investors, I know I own a few businesses, and I'd like to see if I could own a few more that could be useful in a few years. You know, put my money to good use."

"Very well, Mr. Potter. If you will just sign these I will be able to invest your money freely within your specifications," Griphook explained as he handed Harry his paperwork.

Harry signed them in short order and handed them back. "Everything looks good here Mr. Potter, now on to your leave of absence. I take it you will be leaving the country?" When Harry nodded Griphook continued, "Might I ask where your destination is?"

Harry looked around the room for a moment, "I take it everything here is confidential and won't leave the room?"

"Absolutely Mr. Potter, these rooms are heavily warded against all forms of intrusion, and we uphold the highest confidentiality agreements."

Harry nodded satisfied at this, "I'm heading to America, I find that I will not be receiving the training or assistance I need here so I'm afraid I have to look to outside sources. I'm not sure how I will carry what monies I will be needing, but I'm sure I will figure something out."

Griphook was pleased at this and moved to gather more paperwork before he began, "Excellent choice Mr. Potter, we have done business in the past with the wizarding banks over the seas. Transferring the money would not be difficult at all. We just need for you to decide on an amount, or we could keep a certain amount in your account at all times and just transfer the necessary amount whenever we need to."

Harry was amazed at this new information and didn't really have to think on it, "That sounds perfect. What would you suggest?"

"With the size of your holdings, I would imagine that an amount of 50,000 galleons would be sufficient without putting too much of a drain on your total. So long as you don't empty your account every day. Just sign these and everything will be taken care of," Griphook finished handing Harry a new batch of paperwork which he went to work signing here and initialing there. When he was done Griphook handed him a small envelope. "Inside you will find the name and address of the bank as well as your account information you will need to retrieve your money."

Harry took the envelope and put it away for later. "Thank you for your help Griphook, and I hope my vault isn't too empty when I return," The last was said with a grin which was returned.

"Oh Mr. Potter I don't think that will be a problem at all, in fact quite the reverse," Was Griphook's reply. "Now do you have any other business to conduct?"

Harry thought for several moments before something came to his mind, "Yes as a matter of fact there is. I would like to create a few accounts and deposit some money into those accounts. First is for Mr. Ronald Weasley and Ms. Ginevra Weasley. I would like to deposit an amount of one hundred thousand galleons into each, with a note expressing that it is for the missed birthdays and Christmases that I didn't know them and for being there whenever I needed them. Next is to Ms. Hermione Granger who will receive an amount of one hundred and fifty thousand galleons, again with a note reading that they are for the missed birthdays and Christmases as well as for her to buy her own library." Harry spent the next few minutes listing those he felt should receive money and with the proper attached notes.

He was worried that he had given away too much of his money but Griphook assured him that it was not more than ten percent of his worth. After he signed the correct paperwork, he rose and extended his hand, Griphook extended his own and shook Harry's.

"Safe travels Mr. Potter, and good luck," Griphook said with honesty.

"Thank you Griphook, and I appreciate all your help," Harry said returning the honesty.

Harry made his way out of the office and into a place that Griphook informed him he would be able to use the portkey without difficulties. He activated his portkey to America and was off.

He arrived a bit out of sorts a few minutes later, but soon righted himself and pulled out The House of Magic, What Were They Thinking? And found the section telling him where to go from here. He made his way to the correct counter and spoke with the woman behind it for a few moments before flashing his wand. The woman nodded and pointed him to a hall way and told him to knock four times rapidly on the third door on the left.

Harry made his way to the door and knocked four times rapidly, and a small slit opened up. A gruff voice from behind the door greeted him, "What's your business?"

"I just arrived here by the port along with the key," using the correct code, to let the man know he was a wizard, the man relaxed a little at this. "How can I help you son?"

Harry took a breath and continued, "As I said I just got in and I need to speak with someone about being granted asylum."