A/N: Hi again, here is the next installment. I realize that the conversion from Galleons to Sickles to Knuts is wrong in this chapter, but that conversion is dumb. Too much math involved. Also, in explanation, James Lestrange is essentially Grindelwald reborn into the future without his memories. He wont act entirely the same and he wont gain those memories back, but he has the same drive and power in later chapters/books. Please drop a review! - Alex


Harry Potter and the Splinters in Time

"Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny. Consume you, it will." – Yoda

Chapter 1: So, this is how it begins?

It had been about three years since Jack had died due to his terrible 'accident'. Harry and James were still friends, having spent almost the entire time together. While they did attend primary school during the day, they spent every evening in their room, quietly practicing their magic

"Harry, have you tried envisioning the air molecules turning into water?" James asked as he watched his best friend holding out his hand in a cup, trying to get the air to change.

"Of course, I have. I have literally envisioned everything!" Harry whispered angrily, still trying to focus on the air.

"Maybe you should try fire? Would that be easier?" James suggested calmly, trying to placate his obviously frustrated friend.

"MaYbE yOu ShOuLd TrY fIrE!" Harry mocked as he mimicked James, "ARRRRHHHH!" Suddenly, as Harry began his angry outburst, a small ball of flame appeared in his hands and remained.

"How are you doing that!?" James said excitedly as Harry just stood there dumbfounded.

"I don't know!"

"Well, don't stop!" James grabbed a piece of paper and tossed it on the flame, slowly watching the combustible material burn away, "Wicked." The flame was gone several minutes later as Harry couldn't keep up his magical usage for too long.

"Well," Harry said between gasps of air, "At least we know fire is possible…"

"Caused by anger…" James responded, still staring at Harry's hands, "I'll have to try later. I have the healing down; I would think this would come easy to me?"

"I think so. But I'm tired now. I want to watch you make Patrick and the other gits fight again." Harry laughed as he remembered the last time when Arnold was beaten so badly, he had to go to the hospital. Harry thought that it was funny they were finally getting the justice they deserved due to their constant threatening and beating the younger children.

"Maybe, you should try this time? People without our magic are easy to control… Unless you are too tired from the fire?" James replied as they opened their door and began walking downstairs to find their unfortunate victims.

"It's not that bad, I'll give it a go…" Harry responded as they rounded the corner and exited the house into the back yard. Patrick and his friends were just sitting on one of the picnic tables near the edge of the property line, trying to have a discussion on the newest assignment in their Secondary school while smoking some cigarettes. Most of them had just turned 14 or 15, so they were still a full four years older than Harry and James and their bodies matched their age. The 'bullies' had taken up weightlifting and boxing as their new hobbies, so they were quite strong.

Harry and James made their way behind some bushes that were within eye shot of the bullies, "Okay Harry, what you want to do is pick one and focus your power on controlling him. All you have to do is put it in his head that one of his friends insulted him and that he wants to fight. You don't have to control him while he fights, just put it in his head…" James instructed as they peered through the bush at the bullies.

"Okay, I can do it." Harry began staring at Patrick and breathing slowly. He began pushing his magic towards the teen, telling him that Arnold had once again insulted him and that he needed to do something about it. He extended his hand as it began to emit some sort of green mist that soon spread to the boys. James could see it, but Harry didn't think the gang could because they didn't react when it reached Patrick.

Patrick soon inhaled the 'gas' and suddenly looked enraged. He started yelling at Arnold saying that he insulted him and that it was time to pay. As Patrick began to advance on his friend now turned enemy, Arnold jumped off the table and ran, surprising both Harry and James. He had never run away before. They remained hidden behind the bush but were surprised when Arnold jumped through the hiding spot-on top of Harry, breaking his concentration and losing control of Patrick.

Arnold was soon standing up and was now aware that Patrick had stopped looking so angry. He looked back at the two 10-year-old kids, "It was you! You were controlling him!" He shouted, eying the two boys suspiciously.

"No! It wasn't us!" Harry shouted as he pulled himself to his feet with the help of James.

"It was! I don't understand it, but it was you! You were staring at him!" Arnold replied as he beckoned his friends over, "Patrick, these boys here tried to control you using witchcraft or something!"

As the gang slowly made their way to the now mostly destroyed bush, Harry and James exchanged a look before bolting towards the tall grass field behind the orphanage. They were quickly followed by the gang of older boys. Soon, Harry and James found themselves running through the grass at top speed while making sure they didn't lose track of each other.

However, unlike Harry's first time into the grass, the gang didn't lose them, and they were hot on their trail. The boys seemed to run for what seemed to be miles to them and were rapidly out of breath which allowed Patrick and his gang to catch up. The boys had made it into a small clearing in the middle of the dry grass field.

"You were controlling me!" Patrick yelled, still unsure of his friend's words but hoping the two small kids in front of him would shed some light on this.

"No! I wasn't!" Harry lied, trying to get him and his friend out of the predicament they now were now faced with. There were five of them and only Harry and James. It seemed like impossible odds in Harry's mind.

"I knew I should have taken care of you two when Jack 'died'." Patrick said as he pulled a knife out of his pocket. It was a small blade, something you could pick up at a Tesco, but to Harry it seemed like a sword. Harry and James began backing up. They were slow, nevertheless they soon bumped into another boy who prevented them from leaving. Consequently, they stopped.

"Don't come any closer!" James shouted as he put his hands forward palms facing his enemy.

"Don't make us hurt you!" Harry yelled, also begging the older kid, "Please…"

"This is the end for you. We have put up with your freakishness for too long." Patrick replied as he chuckled. He was only 6 feet from James now. Harry watched with wide eyes as Patrick began to wind up his arm to stab his best friend.

Four feet… "Please stop!" James shouted.

Three feet…

Two feet… Patrick began to make a motion and Harry snapped, "NOOOOO!" Harry's arms shot forwards and a shockwave soon filled the clearing. Patrick was thrown backwards as the teen behind James and Harry fell to the ground. James was shocked by Harry's actions but was more surprised by what happened to Patrick.

Patrick Jones, a teenager of 15, laid on the ground some twenty feet away convulsing. There was pandemonium. Arnold rushed to his friend's side and flipped him over causing the knife to be revealed. It was a gruesome sight. The knife had punctured his neck and artery. Blood was spirting from his neck as Arnold began to press against it. "Quick, get some help!" He shouted as Harry just stood there staring.

"Look at all that blood." Harry spoke softly as James grabbed his arm.

"NO!" James yelled as a magical burst left his body. Everyone within 15 feet of him was knocked unconscious, except Harry surprisingly. Harry shot him a look of confusion, "We can't let them escape. They will tell on us. We'll go to prison like my parents!"

"What did you do?!" screamed Arnold as he still attempted to stem the bleeding from his friend, "Please, help us!"

"What should we do," Harry asked James as he now focused on their problem, "I don't think I could stab them all…" He looked towards the other unconscious teens, not believing he had the heart to do such a thing. James looked around for an idea for seeing one of the other teen's lighters.

"I got it. I'll stand of that side of the clearing," James pointed to the side near where Arnold and Patrick were, "And you stand over there on the opposite side. Then we'll start a fire, trapping everyone in here." Harry nodded at his friend's grim suggestion.

"Wait, how do we get out? Won't we be trapped too?" Harry asked as he reached his prescribed position.

"You can transport us to our room. You have done it before!" James said, as he readied his hands and extended them towards the dry grass around him, "Do it Harry!" James and Harry both began focusing their magic into their hands, envisioning fire… It took a few moments before Harry was able to shoot a few small balls of flame into the grass, but he eventually managed it.

James, however, was having a harder time. He had never created fire before. He slowly became more and more concerned and angry. Why can't I do this! His hands began to glow and soon, using his anger, he created a small ball of fire that he sent into the grass.

Sadly, for the teens in the clearing, it hadn't rained in a while and the grass was especially dry. It only took a few moments for the fires to begin spreading and raging out of control. Harry and James smiled at their handywork before coming together in the middle of the clearing.

"Shall we get out of here?" Harry asked as he extended his arm for James to take, "Have a nice life, Arnold!" Harry laughed as he forced himself to appear in their room. Soon, after feeling a squeezing feeling, they arrived.

"Well, that's done." James said as he checked his clothes for the smell of fire. Luckily, they didn't smell like it too bad. But to be careful, he told Harry to take off his clothes and change. They would need to wash their clothes to make sure there was no evidence. They looked out their window towards the field and saw the licks of flames now coming above the grass and smoke now rising into the air.

"I wonder if we could put that out?" James asked Harry as they admired their work, "Fire Department will take a while to get here…"

Harry chuckled, "Not yet, but maybe eventually…"

There was a funeral five days later for the five boys that died. The whole orphanage was required to be in attendance, however there were not any caskets. The government had decided to cremate the bodies as there wasn't much left of them. The Fire Department had ruled it an accident due the presence of lighters. Their investigation said that the boys had likely went out there to smoke and someone had dropped a cigarette starting the fire. Madam Coons was beyond herself with sadness. She had lost seven boys in the past years, but luckily, they were all just accidents. At least, that's what Her Majesty's government thought.


When Harry turned eleven, it was a quiet affair. James had stayed up late with him to be the first to wish him a happy birthday, but he had drifted off to sleep soon after. Harry had stayed up a bit later thinking about his parents that he didn't know. Vernon had told him that they were drunks who had died in a car crash. Harry wasn't sure he believed that though. He would get flashes in his mind sometimes of a dog chasing him, his father bouncing him up and down, and his mum telling him that she loved him. How could drunks who were 'freaks like him' be so kind? Harry didn't know the answer but smiled as he thought of them. He was sure they loved him and would wish him a happy birthday.

Several hours later, Harry awoke to knocking on their door by Madam Coons, "Boys, there is someone here looking for you!" James was already awake, reading his science book from school. He said he remembered everything when he read it, so he was just reading ahead for the next school year. Harry hopped up from bed quickly opened the door and James sat down his book.

"Good morning and Happy Birthday, Harry!" Madam Coons said as Harry invited the matron and the other older woman into the room, "This is Professor McGonagall. She is from a highly selective school in Scotland. She said she has invitations for both of you." Professor McGonagall nodded as she produced two letter and handed Harry's to him and James' to him, "I'll let you explain, Professor."

"Thank you, Madam," McGonagall said as Madam Coons quietly exited the room and closed the door. She looked at the boys to see if they were ready, however it seemed they were both just starting at the words on the front.

Mr. H. Potter

St. Mary's Orphanage, England

Room 6

Harry smiled softly and whispered, "I've never gotten a letter before." James smiled happily at his as well.

Mr. J. Lestrange

St. Mary's Orphanage, England

Room 6

Professor McGonagall smiled kindly and prompted them to open their letters, "I wish to congratulate you both on your acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Both of you were enrolled in Hogwarts before…" she looked at James* Before you were born. Your parents paid for all seven years of your schooling so there is no charge. Hogwarts just needs to know if you both accept…"

Harry looked at James to see his emotions written on his face and watched as James was whispering quietly, "I am special… Just like my mum said… I am…" He hugged the letter to his chest as a lone tear fell down his cheek.

"I accept." Harry blurted out, looking back to the older woman in from of him, "As long as James accepts." James beamed at his friend and nodded.

"I accept, ma'am." James said proudly as he held on to his letter, "Did you said Wizardry, ma'am?"

McGonagall smiled, "Yes, you are both wizards. Have you ever done anything that you couldn't explain like not be hurt when you should have been or turned someone's hair a different color?"

Both boys nodded, but Harry was the one who first spoke, "I don't think I have ever done anything like that, but I can make a ball of fire…" Harry cupped his left hand and produced a small flame on command, stunning the older professor. She had never seen a child have so much control with wandless magic.

"That is amazing, Mr. Potter. If I could give you points, I would!" McGonagall said proudly, remembering his parents and thinking about how delighted they would be of him. She looked at James, "Can you do that, Mr. Lestrange?" James nodded happily and produced a flame similar to Harry's, "Excellent, both of you! However, we must be off if we wish to get your supplies for this coming school year in a timely manner."

Both boys nodded thankfully at their newfound fortunes as the Professor led them through the house and outside, "Hold on to me, boys. We are going to apparate to the Leaky Cauldron. I'm told it is an unpleasant feeling the first time you do it." Harry and James both grabbed her outstretched hands and felt the familiar squeeze…


In an instant, Harry, James, and Professor McGonagall were standing at the end of an alleyway fun of shops. Harry and James peered around the alley at all the bright colors and shapes as McGonagall began to speak, "This is Diagon Alley. Magical Britain's largest shopping area." James smiled at Harry as they stood at their future, "Let's get some money before we begin shopping."

McGonagall led them through the alley as Harry and James both looked in awe at each shop. There were all types of stores, each one Harry wanted to go in. He realized that he needed money first, so he let the Professor led him the wherever she was taking them. As they approached the end of the alley, they found a large marble building with large lettering that spelled, 'Gringotts Bank'. Must be the bank! Harry laughed to himself as they entered through the large doors into the bank. McGonagall quickly made her way to a counter where a Goblin was counting his money.

"Harry Potter and James Lestrange to see their vaults, please." She said, as the boys looked in wonder at the creature before them.

"Do they have their keys?" the goblin asked, barring his sharp teeth.

"I have Mr. Potter's key, but Mr. Lestrange does not." McGonagall said sadly as she looked at the boy. He really didn't look anything like his parents, but their blood still ran through his veins. James had sandy blonde hair with steel blue eyes that reminded her of someone, but she couldn't remember who.

"Give me Mr. Potter's key. Mr. Lestrange, please stand on the steps below and look up at me please." The goblin asked as McGonagall placed the key on his desk. James also followed his orders, stepping up so only his eyes peering over the counter, "Hand please."

James placed his hand onto the counter as the goblin scratched it with his long sharp nail. He placed the blood on a piece of paper he had taken out of his desk and words began to appear…

James Radolphus Lestrange

Lord of House Lestrange due to imprisonment of Father

Father: Rodolphus Alexander Lestrange

Mother: Bellatrix Druella Lestrange nee Black

The goblin slid the paper to James who read over it quietly before smiling, "I didn't know my middle name. What does it mean that I am Lord? Did you know my parents, Professor? Do I get anything for being a Lord?"

McGonagall sighed before looking at the goblin annoyed, "That is a conversation for a different time, Mr. Lestrange. May we go to the vaults now?"

"Wait, I want to do that too!" Harry asked the goblin who sneered yet did the same thing to him. Once again, words filled the page and the goblin handed Harry the note.

Harry James Potter

Lord of House Potter

Father: James Charlus Potter

Mother: Lily Jaquelyn Potter nee Evans

As Harry read the paper, he laughed. He was also a Lord which meant that James couldn't hold it over his head. The goblin handed both Harry and James their keys, "Do not lose these. While we have security to prevent unauthorized wizards from accessing your vaults, it is easier when they do not have the key. If you want to know about your Lordships, we can schedule a meeting with our Inheritance Manager. I believe he has time now, if you would like?"

McGonagall spoke before the boys could agree, "I am on a tight schedule, I don't think we will have time today." That made Harry and James very upset.

"Can we just get our school stuff by ourselves if you don't have time?" Harry snidely asked as both boys seemed to move towards the goblin. It was typical that adults never wanted to do anything to help children. Madam Coons had always turned the other way while James was being bullied and when the bullies moved onto over children, she still did nothing.

"I'm not allowed to let Muggleborn students get their supplies by themselves." McGonagall retorted at her obviously disappointed charges, "You do not have a choice." She began to walk towards the entrance to the vaults, expecting the boys would accompany her. However, when she turned around, they were still at the goblin's desk and Harry was now talking to the goblin!

"Technically, neither of you are muggleborns." The goblin said as he gleefully watched the drama unfold. It was a goblins duty to always sow distrust within wizardkind, so this was fun, "Mr. Lestrange, you are a pureblood and Mr. Potter is a half-blood."

"Mr. Potter. Mr. Lestrange. Why aren't you coming with me?" McGonagall asked, annoyed at their disobedience.

"We aren't muggleborns. I'm a pureblood." James said proudly as if he knew what that meant.

"Yeah, I'm a half-blood. So that means we can get our own supplies." Harry was giving her a victorious smile.

"I guess, technically, you are correct… However, I don't think it is the best idea for me to just let two muggleraised children wander Diagon Alley by themselves." She replied, annoyed that she was having to deal with this. She had to be back at Hogwarts in two hours for a staff meeting. Every minute they wasted here meant more time lost.

"We'll sign something that says we wanted to be by ourselves. Is that good enough?" Huffed James as he tapped his foot on the ground. He knew that they wouldn't back down.

"Fine. But if you don't have what you need when you get to Hogwarts, I will be very disappointed…" McGonagall said as the goblin handed her a piece of paper that said the boys wanted to be alone. Harry and James both signed before McGonagall left. She was disappointed in those boys and hoped they would act better by the time they reached Hogwarts, but for some reason she had her doubts.

"Stupid bint, why can't adults just leave us alone? Let's go meet with the inheritance manager!" Harry said excitedly as the goblin led the way down the winding halls. They soon found themselves in front of a door that read, 'Inheritance Manager'. Neither Harry nor James bothered to read the name before they entered with the other goblin.

"Hello there, wizards. What can I do for you in regard to inheritance today?" the old goblin asked, looking at the two from over his glasses.

"They wish to know about their Lordships," the first goblin replied from the doorway.

"Begone Gornack, your services are no longer required!" the old goblin growled. The other goblin, Gornack, quickly closed the door and left the boys, "What do you wish to know?"

"What do we get?" asked Harry greedily as the boys handed the goblin their papers with the lordship information listed.

"Ah, the Potter and Lestrange Lordships. Vacant for about 10 years…" he began to fumble through the filing cabinet to his left, looking for the correct files, "Ah, Potter. While it is not my job to appraise you of your accounts, which you can get a statement about as you leave today, it states here you are to receive the Potter Lordship ring. It has some enchantments on it to protect you from poisons and whatnot, but that's about it. Gringotts is not responsible for any additional properties besides the Potter Family Vault, Lily J. Potter's Vault, and Harry Potter's Trust Vault. All additional land and properties were sold upon death of Charlus and Dorea Potter. It also mentions that you have a hereditary seat on the wizarding council, but you will have to go through your government to find out about that." He handed Harry the ring who promptly put it on his right ring finger. The goblin grabbed the Lestrange files next.

"Lestrange, you get the Lestrange Lordship ring. You also have a hereditary seat, but you will need to also talk to your government. You have the Lestrange Family Vault and James Lestrange's Trust Vault. There is one property held in trust for James Lestrange named Lestrange Manor. If you would like, we can schedule a visit to that property in the next month?" James nodded very quickly as he realized that he would soon have his own home, "Indeed. Additionally, the Lestrange family owns three House elves. All in young age and good condition. That is all for you." He also handed James his ring who also put it on the same finger as Harry.

"What's a house elf?" Harry asked, curious about whether they were useful or not.

"It's a small creature that usually does menial tasks around wizard's homes. Cooks food, cleans, runs errands, etc." the goblin responded, "I've completed my task, please contact me again if you need any additional help. I will send you an owl with the date of our tour of Lestrange Manor." He pushed Harry and James out the door back into the face of the previous goblin, Gornack.

"Keys please." He put out his hand and the boys placed their keys into it, "Follow me." The goblin led them down a corridor to what seemed to be an elevator to Harry. They entered the small room and the goblin inserted Harry's trust vault key into the keyhole in the side of the 'elevator'. Suddenly they were transported right into the vault itself, "We usually have wizard children ride the cart, but you have been in the bank a long time now. Here is a bag. Put as much gold as you would like into it. There are three types of wizard currency, Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. Official conversion rate is 20 sickles to galleon, 50 knuts to sickle. Galleons are the gold, sickles are silver, knuts are bronze." The goblin handed the bag to Harry as the young boy looked at the mound of gold. He soon began shoveling money into the pouch, surprised by how much gold he could fit in there. It seemed he probably had put 5,000 galleons in before Harry thought he had enough. Harry thought he had barely made a dent into the pile of coins in his vault though.

"What is the exchange rate to pounds sterling?" James asked, thinking about how they might be able to get some better clothes if the rate was good.

"Generally, Pounds to Galleons rate is $50 to one, this depends on a multitude of factors, however. Nevertheless, you should be able to find everything you would want in either Knockturn or Diagon Alley." The goblin responded as he ushered the boys back into the 'elevator', "Key please." James handed his key to the goblin who did the same procedure as before, teleporting them to James' Trust Vault.

James did the same as Harry, taking a lot of galleons with him, not really concerned with how much he was taking. It seemed like he would have more than enough for school if he did this every year, "How often are the Trust Vaults refilled?" Harry asked the goblin.

"They will be refilled once a year until you reach 17, when you are entitled to all the gold your family is in possession of. However, if you would like to visit your family vaults and look at the artifacts contained within, that would be acceptable." Gornack responded, already getting tired of transporting the children everywhere. But it was his job, so might as well do this rather than count coins in the lobby.

"YES!" Harry and James both yelled at the same time, making each other laugh, "Jinx!"

"Come then. We will go to the Potter Vault first." The goblin said as he motioned for Harry to place his hand on the side of the 'elevator'. They soon were rocketed to the next vault, revealing a much large room with gold neatly stacked to one side while to other contained interesting magical artifacts.

"Who goes there?" a voice boomed into the vault, surprising Harry.

"Uhhhh, Harry Potter and friends." Harry responded, looking around the room to see what was causing the noise.

"Oh, good morning Lord Potter." A portrait said as it revealed itself from behind a curtain, which it surprising controlled from inside the painting, "My name is Reginald Potter, a very distant grandfather to you. I am in charge of monitoring the vault while the other paintings sleep." He pointed to the side of the room where there were frames resting against one another, "They used to be in Potter Manor before it was sold. Charlus and Dorea were planning to purchase a larger house, however they never got the chance. Anyway, how may I assist you?"

Harry was astonished when the painting began speaking to him. Paintings can't talk to you! "Are you alive?" Harry asked.

"Heavens no!" Reginald responded, laughing for a moment, "I am but the essence of my namesake. He has been dead and gone for a millennium. I am… a picture in time of his consciousness. Merely a way to remember past loved ones… However, I retain all the knowledge of Reginald Potter."

"Cool!" James shouted, "I wonder if my family has those!"

"What is your family name?" Reginald asked James.

"Lestrange." James responded hopefully.

"I do not know that name. Your family might have immigrated here after I died. My apologies for getting your hopes up, young Lestrange." Reginald responded sadly.

"You might have some at your parents house," Harry said as he nudged his friend, brightening his mood, "Reginald, is there anything in this vault of note?"

"Oh yes, Lord Potter. There are many artifacts worth mentioning. However, the most important one you will wish to take with you is the Peverell Invisibility Cloak. It can be found in the cabinet on the opposite wall." The painting pointed to an older looking cabinet, "You will need to place your hand onto the side, and it will open.

So, Harry made his way to the cabinet and did as instructed. The cabinet glowed a beautiful purple before all the locks on the outside unlocked and the doors slowly opened. Inside, a large piece of cloth was revealed. "That is the invisibility cloak. One side of it is completely invisible while the other is translucent to an extent so you can see out of it. Please do not lose it." Reginald chuckled as Harry picked up the cloak and threw it over his shoulders, making his lower body disappear.

"Wicked." James said, "That will come in so handy." Harry nodded in agreement and he smiled evilly.

"What else is in here?" Harry asked Reginald as yelled across the vault to the painting.

"You will need to look through the artifacts mostly by yourself as I cannot search through them, however, may I direct your attention to the wooden box to the left of the cabinet!" Reginald responded, having to raise his voice for it to carry over there. Harry soon looked and found an ornate wooden box. He lifted the lid and inside he found a small silver dagger, "That is the Dagger of King Arthur. Made of pure goblin silver, it is a powerful weapon to those who know how to use it. It can penetrate any armor and slices through anything with ease. Surprising, this was stolen from the King by my father." Reginald laughed as Harry picked up the dagger and held it. It seemed lighter than a normal dagger of that size.

"Lord Potter barely cut your hand with the dagger and say, 'Eornostlîce hit hê su sêlost ðæt attraction with pron ðe ic âcwylman bêga hildlata lâst tîma nîðing faran'. It means, 'For it is better that we slay a coward than through a coward be all slain' in Old English. This was a favored quote by King Arthur. The blade will come to you whenever you summon it if you imbue it with your blood." Harry did as he was told and soon the dagger emitted a deep red glow, "There, now you can summon it just by thinking of it." Reginald looked satisfied and he soon bid the boys goodbye, saying that now they had everything they needed.

"Do we need to go to your family vault, Mr. Lestrange?" the goblin asked as they prepared to enter the 'elevator'. James nodded greedily, hoping that maybe his vault would contain something of value like Harry's had. They soon were transported to the Lestrange Vault and James was surprised by the number of cups and goblets.

"My family seems to be obsessed with cups?" James said as he laughed. There were of course, additional items in the vault. Gornack looked on with envy at the amount of goblin made helmets that the Lestrange family had somehow gotten their hands on. He, however, did not subscribe to the belief that only goblins should have goblin silver items. If a wizard purchased it and the goblin sold it, it was a far transaction, "I must not have a dagger like yours, Harry." James said pessimistically, as he motioned for everyone to get back into the 'elevator' to leave. Gornack, however, stayed behind for a moment.

"Mr. Lestrange, if you would like, I can have one of our blacksmiths reforge one of these helmets into a dagger. They are goblin silver…" Gornack asked helpfully, perhaps he could make a few galleons by offering to help. James smiled happily at this idea.

"How much will that cost me?"

The goblin looked greedily at the child, "500 Galleons would cover it, I believe." It was a lie, to most wizards it would merely cost 200 galleons to reforge the helmet, but children are easily fooled.

"That seems like a lot," Harry said, before whispering in the ear of James.

"We think we should pay you 300 galleons." James said, preparing to summon three hundred out of his coin pouch.

"Deal." The goblin growled, angry that the children saw through him but still glad he received a premium, "Put the coin in this bag." James summoned to coins and they flowed into the goblins pouch. Gornack grabbed the right sized helmet before getting back in the 'elevator' with the boys. He sent them back to the front hall of the bank while he went to the forges.

Harry and James didn't have to wait long before their goblin returned, "Be back here in two days for your dagger. Any final questions?" James shrugged his head not thinking of any, but Harry had one.

"Where should we get our wands?" Harry asked.

"There are two shops in Magical London. Ollivander's Wand Shop in Diagon Alley and Hephaestus' Wandcrafting in Knockturn Alley. Hephaestus' shop, I am told, is better…" The goblin replied as he walked away back into the bowels of Gringotts Bank.

"Well, let's get going!" Harry said happily.

"I think its going to be a wonderful day, eh Harry ole boy?" James smiled as they walked out of the bank into their new world…