"Whoa, look at the size of that guy! He's as big as a horse!" "I wonder how his mother delivered him, must have been one hell of a pregnancy." Blacky's eye twitched as he listened to the two toons chatting behind him. "There must have so much blood-" "Alright!" He leapt up and waved a finger at the two. "Let's keep this house PG please? We have a child running around." Harry rolled his eyes from the living room.

"Very funny, I'm not a child." Blacky gazed blankly at him. "Keep telling yourself that shorty." A book went sailing and hit Jake right in the face, knocking him backwards. "Nice aim." The boy huffed but went back to the books Merlin had packed him, along with other needed materials.

After a long and tiring debate, it was decided that Harry would be re-located outside of Toon World and into a cottage outside of London. Blacky had of course tagged along, as well as the other toons Harry had breathed life into.

"Have you given any thought of bringing video game characters to life?" Merlin suggested that they broaden his horizons and dabble into other elements, such as video games. Blacky had shivered at the thought, causing the others to snicker at him. He had forbid Harry from drawing anything that could potentially destroy the entire world. Harry had of course ignored him and made no promises he would abide to it.

Blacky had of course gone and built himself a bunker somewhere so he could hide when shit hit the fan. "So, why are Jake and Danny raving over a woman bleeding?" The rabbit groaned at the boy's sharp ears. "They apparently saw what appears to be a large man walking right toward our house." Harry tilted his head. "But where does the woman come in?" Blacky blushed under his fur.

"That's something we'll tell you when you're older."

"Or until he finds a pretty girl."

"Shut your traps!" He watched as the toon chased the teens out of the room. He sighed at the glass breaking sounds, wondering if he can salvage any of it. "Damn, maybe I should have invested in an alchemist." He winced as the sound of wood cracking echoed through the house, followed by a scream.

"Please get back soon Ichigo!"

Severus Snape scowled darkly as he wondered through the streets of London toward the home of his worst enemy's spawn. His companion, Rubeus Hagrid was causing people to turn their heads to stare at the odd duo, making the sour man even more annoyed. "Blasted muggles, why couldn't Minerva come get the potter brat?" He spared a glance at the half giant before they arrived at the house.

Snape was a bit taken aback at the state of the house. It was a fairly small thing, with only one floor and a tiled roof. Little boxes of flowers were lined up along the windows, giving the house a surreal look. Snapping out of his daze Snape approached the house and knocked on the door. A click was heard, followed by a groan as the door was pulled open.

A boy stood before them, messy black hair framing his round face and covering slightly over his mismatched eyes. Snape inhaled sharply at seeing them, wondering what happened to the old pair. Their staring seemed to annoy the boy as he glared at them. "I know my eyes look weird, so quit staring!" The boy's eyes flashed briefly as he looked them over.

"You two, are you from Hogwarts?" Ignoring the slight disrespect Snape nodded once. "We've come to take you to get your supplies, are your guardians home?" He was tempted to try legilimens on him but something in his gut was warning him against it. Harry sighed as he looked back into the house. "Blacky! The wizards from Hogwosh are here." "It's Hogwarts, get it right already you little troll." A gloved fist whacked the boy upside the head.

Snape blinked as a hooded figure appeared at the door. Amber eyes peered at the two from behind shaded glasses, sending a chill down his spine. 'Is he a werewolf?' The thought bounced around both Snape's and Hagrid's head as the figure shut the door with a click. "Alright gentlemen, let's get this over with."

"Why are those two giving me funny looks?" Harry looked up at Blacky with a frown. "You remember Merlin telling us about the wizarding world's prejudice on magical creatures? They probably think you're a werewolf, what with your eyes and all." The toon deadpanned at the two wizards behind them. "Backwards country indeed, maybe we should have gone somewhere else for your magical training." The boy merely shrugged as they walked toward the large stone building in the centre of the alley.

The bank, in both Harry's and Blacky's opinion, was the best place they visited first. As soon as they walked in, every Goblin turned to face them with wide eyes, some even racing to open their booths. Harry approached one empty teller, with the two wizards trailing behind him.

"Key please?" The boy frowned at that. "I don't have one sir." Merlin had drilled it into his mind that upon meeting different creatures that he should respect them as one would respect themselves.

"Then a blood test would be sufficient." The goblin reached behind his desk and pulled out a beautifully craved knife, the metal gleaming under the light. Harry held his hand out and took the knife from the other, marveling at the cool texture of the leather in his palm.

"A few drops into the bowl will be enough." Pricking his finger with the sharp point he squeezed out a couple of drops into a bowl the goblin had brought out. The blood glowed green before a roll of parchment appeared. "Now, let's see what's written on it."

Name: Harry James Potter

Mother: Lily Evans Potter/Deceased

Father: James Potter/Deceased

Godfather: Sirius Black

Godmother: Alice Longbottom

Inheritance:

Heir to the Ancient House of Potter

Heir to the Ancient House of Slytherin by Right of Conquest.

Heir to the Ancient Noble House of Merlin

Vaults:

Potter trust vaults- (4,000,3450) Gallons

Trust Vault- (2,500,100) Gallons

Slytherin Vaults- (3,004,000,556) Gallons

Merlin Vaults- Unknown amount

Legal Guardian: Blacky Wolfgang

Magical Guardian: Merlin

Harry blinked a the guardian part, while Hagrid and Snape paled at the Slytherin part. 'I didn't know Blacky had a last name.' The teller took that chance to tuck the parchment into his suit and handed Harry a single key.

"Pour your magic into this key and all other keys made will be destroyed." He nodded at the goblin before closing his eyes and letting his magic flow. It was a bit hard, seeing as his conductor wasn't there so he had to direct the flow of his magic manually from his heart, down his arm and letting it pool into his hand.

The key glowed a brilliant blue before becoming toon-like. 'Huh, even without my pencil any object I touch with magic turn into toons.' The key fluttered slightly before collapsing in his palm. The goblin looked at the key in awe before snapping out of his daze.

"Griphook, the manger of the Potter vaults, will take you all down to the vaults." Harry thanked the Goblin before following another. "By the way." He turned toward the teller. "I never got your name?" The goblin flashed him a fanged grin. "It's SteelClaw." Harry blinked at the name before waving goodbye. SteelClaw watched him go with a chuckle.

"That child is one in a million."

"That he is." The goblin jumped at the voice. "Damn it Blacky, you nearly gave me a heart attack." The toon rolled his eyes as he watched his ward. "Why aren't you with him? I thought for sure you'd be wary of those wizards." Blacky gave the goblin a side look.

"I am, but Harry has someone watching him." "Who-" The shadows around the boy's feet stirred as a small head peeked out from them. "Looks like drawing toons isn't the only thing he's good at."