Harry woke that morning feeling relaxed and well-rested. He had decided to take advantage of the opportunity to have a bit of a lie in. For once he didn't have to wake up to make breakfast for the Dursleys, go to class, or join his noisy roommates, aka Ron, for breakfast. It was wonderful to not have anything on his schedule and just lie in bed dosing in and out of sleep.

By 8:30 he figured he had had enough and started to get dressed. He planned to go out and explore the Alley today. It would be nice to see it without the crowds and be able to explore shops that didn't have his school things. But first, he would get something to eat.

Heading over to the bedside table he grabbed the menu he had found last night with instructions on how to order and pay for meals. Deciding a light breakfast to reintroduce his stomach to food would be wise, he called the house elf listed and ordered oatmeal and fruit.

As he waited on his meal, Harry opened his trunk and pulled out a robe to cover Dudley's rags and his money pouch. He wasn't sure how much was left in it, but he didn't want to embarrass himself by not knowing. By the time he had hung the robe off the back of the chair and dumped his money onto the table, a house elf had arrived holding a tray of food.

"Where would the young master like his meal?" The small creature asked. This one was very different from Dobby. For starters, it seemed to be female, and wore a clean yellow dress. It also seemed a lot less excitable. Her eyes were just as big but had lilac irises. Her nose was just as long but turned up instead of down. She also had a full head of dark brown hair that was held together in a ponytail.

"Over on the table will be fine, thanks."

Nodding, the elf put the tray on the table opposite the spread out gold and turned back. "Does the young master be needing Misty to do any washing today?"

"No, not today Misty. But if I need to in the coming days, how do I let you know?"

"Young Master just bes leaving dirty clothes in blue basket next to the sink. Misty comes every morning at 11 to clean room and take clothes. Then Misty bring them back at 4 before dinner rush starts." She informed him.

"Great, thank you Misty." She lifted her hand to snap her fingers before pausing.

Looking unsure, she asked, "Would young master like Misty to straighten his robe before she goes?"

Turning to look at his robe he saw what she meant. It was pretty wrinkled from sitting balled up in his trunk. "Yes please, if it won't be too much trouble," he said with a small smile.

The elf gave her fingers a snap, looked over the robe, gave Harry a nod, and popped away.

Harry settled down to eat while he perused his finances. It didn't look like he had much left. Fudge had told him his room and board were covered so that was one less worry. The amount he had leftover from last year would be enough for a few treats. However, sooner or later he would have to stop by the bank and refill his bag. This was also the perfect opportunity to see how much was in there. He had no idea how much money was in the vault and he still had 5 years of Hogwarts left. He couldn't imagine running out of money before then. It would be a disaster. Without a way to pay for his schooling, he would be sent back to the muggle world and have to put up with the Dursleys mocking his failure.

Just the thought of it had him changing his plans for the day. As soon as he was done with breakfast he would head over to the bank.

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As Harry walked through the bronze doors of Gringotts he was happy to see only a few people in line to speak to a teller. The difference between the back-to-school crowd and the regular crowd in Diagon Alley was like day and night. Being able to leisurely walk down the street and look around without bumping into anyone was very pleasant. It brought back the feeling of adventure and amazement he felt the first time he entered the alley.

Getting in line Harry went over what he needed to ask the teller. First, he was going to ask to make a withdrawal so a cart goblin could be called, then he would ask how he could find out the balance of his vault. Hopefully the Goblins had a way to keep track and he wouldn't have to count everything himself.

After a short wait, Harry found himself being called up to the teller on the far left. "Hello sir, I need to make a withdrawal from my vault." The goblin nodded and pressed a button on his desk. "I was also wondering how I can find out the balance of my account." Well that seemed to annoy the goblin if the sneer was anything to go by.

"Mr. Potter receives monthly statements on his account. I would have thought you wizards would have learned by now not to test out security after the last two attempts." The goblin bit out slamming his hand on the desk. Now they had the attention of the room and he could see a guard making his way over.

"No sir, you misunderstand, I really am Harry Potter. I can prove it." Harry said as he lifted up his fringe.

"That hardly proves anything boy. A simple glamour or polyjuice would give you that scar." The guard was almost at the teller desk now. How did he always get himself into these situations?

"Well I am Harry Potter, I have my key, and anything you need me to do to prove it, I can because I'm me." Harry rushed out hoping to calm things down and not get arrested. Binns' class might be a bore but you did come out of it with a proper fear of goblins.

Before the teller could reply a goblin appeared on his left who, thank Merlin, wasn't the guard. "Calm yourself," He said to the teller. "I will take it from here. Follow me Mr. Potter." The new goblin ordered as he turned and walked away in the direction of the guard. Oh great, he still might be arrested.

He started after the new goblin, then stopped and turned back to the teller. "Sorry for all the trouble sir." Then rushed to catch up. Thankfully when they got to the guard his new guide told him he was being taken to speak to the Potter account manager so his identity could be verified. The guard took in the information and insisted he escort them.

Now that the situation had calmed down Harry was able to observe his guide. Although goblins always dressed like muggle businessmen, except the guards, his guide looked a little extra posh. His black shoes were shined, he wore a gold ring on his left hand with some kind of brand stamped on it, and a monstrous ruby on his right, and his suit just seemed expensive. Harry had learned from his uncle that the higher up in the company one was, the more posh you dressed. With the way the goblin spoke to the teller and the guard, Harry would guess that this goblin was higher up than he was used to dealing with.

"Excuse me sir, I was a bit overwhelmed in there and forgot my manners. You already seem to know who I am but may I have your name?"

The goblin turned back with an amused smile "My name is Haggler"

Harry thought he had better be polite and ask the guard's name as well, but when he turned to look at him he got the impression it would be better if he didn't.

As they took a left, Harry realized that they were in a part of the bank he had never been before. Usually, he went straight from the teller to the carts and down to his vault and back again. This hallway didn't look like a creepy cave. Sure the walls were still made of stone, but they were smooth on all four sides, dry, and well lit.

A little further into the hallway they came across highly polished wooden doors with gold plaques along the side. The number of plaques varied as they moved along. The first couple had one plaque then four. After going down a stone-enclosed stairway with marble steps, Harry realized they had hit another level of the bank.

This level looked similar to the last except the candle holders were gold and doors only had 3 then 2 plaques next to them. The biggest difference was the guards stationed at the ends of the hallway. Half way down they came upon an intersecting corridor on their right. The décor was the same as the rest of the floor but there were even more guards posted along this Hallway.

Thankfully their journey came to a close when they stopped a few doors in. The plaque next to the door read "Master Goldfeather".

Story Recommendation - In the Time of our Fathers by TessaVance

Main -Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy/Harry Potter and side Harry Potter/Gideon Prewett

A couple of years after he manages to win the War Harry suddenly finds himself in a parallel world in 1979

Now Harry has to deal with much younger versions of the adults he loves and navigate this new world that is not quiet the same as the one he was born in.