"Help me get my stuff together and put up a trunk?"

"You got it."

"Thanks. Kingsley, I'm ready." Harry nodded towards Malfoy and the other members of the Wizengamot.

Kingsley didn't say anything, he just flicked his wand and let his privacy wards fall.

"I've made my choice, Mr Malfoy." Harry said, once he had the wizard's attention.

"And which sentence have you decided upon, Mr Potter?" The blonde wizard asked.

"I choose the veil."

Malfoy blinked at Harry's choice but nodded. "Very well. We have conferred with Auror Robards, who is the senior-most of the surviving Aurors and he has suggested that for the first few days you have, not one but two escorts. The threat of retaliation is… possible. Not likely, but possible. He has assigned Aurors Shacklebolt and Williams, for the moment."

"Thank you, sir." Harry sighed in relief, at least he knew one of his jailors.

Malfoy nodded and continued. "As it is getting late in the day, we suggest that a representative from Gringotts is requested to attend you here in the Ministry, to discuss your finances. And then that you been seen by a healer. If the healer recommends time in St. Mungo's, we may amend your custodial location to include the hospital. For now? Auror Shacklebolt, please escort Mr Potter to a public interview room to await a Gringotts representative."

Hermione and Harry politely thanked Malfoy and the other members and tiredly followed Kingsley through the nearly deserted Ministry to a simple room that was furnished with a table, chairs, a sofa and writing desk. The two younger people slumped down onto the sofa, leaning against each other.

"That wasn't as bad as I feared." Kingsley sighed. "But not as good as I'd hoped."

"A hell of a lot better than I expected." Harry muttered.

"While we wait, lets run through your list and try and flesh it out." Kingsley opened the desk and drew out parchment and a pencil. "What was first?"

"A wand." Harry answered.

"That's going to be difficult. With Ollivander missing, your op-"

"No, he's not. He's at Bill and Fleur's cottage." Hermione interrupted.

"We got him out. Him, Luna and a goblin." Harry added.

"Oh, well that helps. I'll get in contact with Bill and see if Ollivander is up to making you a wand." Kingsley made a note.

"Wands…" Harry corrected.

"Sorry…?"

"Wands." Harry said again. "I'd like to get a couple, I may never get anywhere to get a replacement, so it's a good idea to have some back-ups."

"But your wand had a phoenix feather core, Harry. Do you know how hard it is to fine phoenix feathers?" Hermione argued.

"It's hard, but… I do know a phoenix, Hermione. If I ask nicely, Fawkes may help me out."

"It's worth a try." Kingsley nodded and made another note. "Next?"

"My mokeskin pouch. Malfoy already said they'd give that back."

Kingsley nodded. "I'll get that from Robards, in the morning."

"My vault. Well, we have to wait on Gringotts for more information on that."

Kingsley nodded and wrote a few more words."Battle robes." Harry said.

"Not just battle robes, but clothes in general. You only have two changes of clothes, Harry, and you're wearing one, right now." Hermione added.

Harry sighed. "Yeah, I know, but…"

"But we didn't exactly have the freedom to have a glorious shopping trip." Hermione nodded.

Kingsley said nothing but wrote a few more words down and looked at them in question.

"Last was a trunk containing anything Hermione thinks I may need." Harry tried to grin. "I was thinking something along the lines of Moody's trunk with all the compartments."

"I could work with that." Hermione nodded, already thinking.

"You could." Kingsley nodded, again. "Or… you could go with something a little different."

"In what way?" Hermione asked.

"I meant pocket-spaces."

"Pocket-spaces?" Hermione asked. "I've never heard of pocket-spaces."

"I'm not sure that they're actually called pocket-spaces, though. They're a created space, similar to a wizarding tent or an expanded trunk, but they can be on a significantly larger scale. You could have an expanded trunk that has a number of created-spaces, one for a bathroom, a library, a bedroom, a potions lab. Anything you wanted." Kingsley replied.

"Outdoor spaces?" Hermione asked.

"As far as I'm aware. Croaker would be the best one to talk to about them." Kingsley warned.

"I'll talk to h-" Hermione cut herself off mid-word when someone knocked at the door.

"Come." Kingsley spoke for them.

The door opened and a wizard wearing Aurors' robes poked his head in. "Shack, I've got the rep from Gringotts, here. You ready for them?"

"Yes, thank, Williams, send them in. Oh, and have you met Harry and Hermione, yet?"

Williams gestured to someone standing in the hallway and a goblin walked forward. It entered the room and crossed to stand beside the table.

"No, not yet, but that can wait until later, Shack, I've got to track down a healer and he's got enough in his cauldron to worry about., I'll be back soon enough." Williams withdrew and closed the door.

Shacklebolt turned to the goblin. "Welcome and thank you for coming. I am Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt and these are Miss Hermione Granger and Mr Harry Potter. Have you been briefed on the situation?"

"I am Rocksplitter." The goblin looked at each of them. "And yes, I have. Lucius Malfoy and Augusta Longbottom both sighed the briefing and request for Gringotts' attendance."

"Good. What does Gringotts recommend?" Kingsley asked.

"Given the circumstances… I'd recommend both an inheritance test and a proprietary test." Rocksplitter said.

"I understand having an inheritance test, but why a proprietary test?" Harry asked.

"Mr Potter, you were not a part of the wizarding world, between that fateful night and your return for Hogwarts. Many people left bequests to you, money, gold, gems, jewellery, property to name but a few. However… Albus Dumbledore was your magical guardian. Do you know what he claimed on your behalf? I don't. A proprietary test will tell us all items, monies and properties that carry your name as owner."

"You think that Dumbledore-" Hermione started.

"I don't." Rocksplitter shook his head. "But without a proprietary test, we have no way of knowing, for certain."

"Do it." Harry sighed. "Dumbledore's made some choices that I don't agree with, he might have made more that he didn't tell me about, but until I know…?"

"Exactly, Mr Potter." The goblin pulled out two shallow boxes. Each were opened and a phial of ink removed from each one. "Seven drops of blood in each one, if you please?"

Harry held out a hand and Hermione tapped it with her wand, creating a small cut that bled freely. Once each phial had received the requisite amount of blood, they were handed back to the goblin, who gave them a shake and poured all of one phial and most of the second, over a sheaf of parchment that lay inside each box, one phial per box.

"As soon as we've confirmed your identity, I'll summon the records for your vaults, and we can assess them." Rocksplitter said.

"Vaults? As in… more than one?" Harry asked.

"Definitely more than one. Your trust vault, of course, that should have transferred over to become a personal vault when you turned seventeen. There should also be your father's personal vault, your mother's personal vault, the Potter family vault, a bequest vault, your godfather's personal vault and depending on what his, as yet unread, Will says, perhaps also the Black family vault."

"Oh, hell…" Harry whispered. "What else didn't Dumbledore tell me and why?"

Rocksplitter lifted a sheet clear of one box. "Ah, as I thought." He laid the parchment where Harry could see it.

Harold James Sirius Potter-Black. (31 July 1980 -)

Mother– Lillian Jasmine Evans (30 Jan 1960 – 31 Oct 1980)

Father– James Fleamont Potter (27 Mar 1960 – 31 Oct 1980) (blood)

Father– Sirius Orion Black (3 nov 1959 – 18 Jun 1996) (blood adopted)

After that were a list of things. ʛalleon amounts, addresses and vault numbers. The list filled the page and went onto the next and the two that followed it.

"Oh, my…" Hermione gasped.

"Harold?" Harry screwed his nose up.

"Now, let's see to the proprietary listing, shall we?" Rocksplitter lifted a sheet from the second box. "Hmm… Not much there." He handed the sheet to Harry.

"The Marauders' Map and a Spudmore Firebolt serial number E1039A. Huh, not much of… oh, personally claimed. Huh. So, what about the- Ah, here we go, guardian claimed. What the…? The Peverell pensieve? The Potter invisibility cloak. The Potter library. Trust vault and key. Number four Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. I own the house in Surrey? Really? So much for Vernon's rants, about me taking up their space." Harry muttered.

"That's not a lot, Harry." Hermione added.

"No." Rocksplitter agreed. "But I wouldn't have expected Dumbledore to have taken even that amount." He frowned. "I wonder why?"

But Harry knew why. The vault key was obvious, as was the house. And Dumbledore needed the library to hunt down information on horcruxes and he would have needed the pensieve to view and re-view memories, to ensure he hadn't missed anything. The cloak was interesting, after all, he'd said that James had left it with him, prior to his death, but he'd handed that over to Harry quite early, so it wasn't really that much of an issue.

"I was kind of aware of these, not necessarily that they were mine, but I did know that he had them and why. They were necessary to fight the war." Harry said.

"As long as you are aware of them. Do you wish to do a recall of the items?" Rocksplitter asked.

"Do I have to do it now, or can I do that in a week or two?" Harry countered.

"As I understand it, you have forty-six days until your sentence is enacted, so as long as we have sufficient time to retrieve the items, it can wait. I suggest that having your finances resolved by the 10th of June, would be advisable."

"I can do that." Harry nodded. "How do I go about claiming things left to me?"

"Ah, that is quite simple." Rocksplitter placed a spun-glass quill into the phial of ink that held Harry's blood and laid two small books in front of him. "If you'll notice, at the beginning of each bequest there is a small circular symbol. To claim a bequest, simply touch the quill to the symbol at the beginning of that line." Rocksplitter pointed to the books. "These are client portfolios. If we add your inheritance test to a portfolio, it will then give you far more details on each bequest and you'll be able to study them at your leisure. The same with the proprietary test, although that does also provide a record of transaction on the various vaults. If you wished to consolidate any vaults? You would use the proprietary portfolio and in the vault listing, at the beginning of the book, you would tap a vault number with your finger or a quill and drag it to the vault that you want to merge it with. Whichever has the lesser contents will be moved into the other. Any changes you make in your portfolios are echoed on your vault ledger at Gringotts." Rocksplitter added the two tests to the folios and watched as they merged with the document folder.

"That's handy." Harry nodded to Hermione. "What about allowing someone else access to my vaults or removing their access?"

"Ah. In the proprietary folio, you tap a vault number, like so." Rocksplitter demonstrated as he explained. "As you can see, when you turn the page from the vault listing, you will find a detailed description of the vault and it's contents. Here." He pointed at a key symbol at the top of the page, beside the vault number. "This will tell you how many keys there are for the vault and who has them. This vault has two keys, one is currently held by Miss Hermione Granger and the second is held by Gringotts, which means that it is actually inside this vault. This symbol?" Rocksplitter pointed at a pictograph that showed three people, just the head and shoulders, one in front and two behind. "Tap this and a listing will appear of all those authorised to access this vault, without a key. As you can see, there is only one name. Harold James Potter."

"How do I add someone?"

"Open that sub-listing and tap the quill against the '+' symbol, write the person's name in and seal it with a pulse of your magic. If you're not authorised to add someone, the ink used to write that person's name will bleed into a single blot. The named person will have to provide some type of identification, before they access the vault, usually that is an identity test with their magical signature linked to the test, or the key to their own vault."

"Right, let's get Hermione on there." Harry pulled the book towards him and began to add Hermione's name. "She already has my key, so she can use that to access my vault, for the moment. Can she use that to purchase things for me? And what about if someone lifts my key from Hermione? Can I stop them from accessing the vault?"

"Of course. Here." Rocksplitter walked him through blocking anyone but he or Hermione from accessing his vaults with or without a key. "Excellent. I would suggest that you take a day to familiarise yourself with your vaults and transfer funds to where you want them. Then when you know what you want, contact us again and Gringotts will do what we can to facilitate your requests." Rocksplitter didn't wait for a response, instead he packed away his things, tucked the glass quill into the inheritance portfolio and pushed it towards Harry, along with the proprietary folio. He stood and gave them a formal head bow.

"Thank you, Master Rocksplitter." Kingsley stood and escorted the goblin to the door. "Ah, Klipson, are you here to escort Master Rocksplitter?"

Two trainees in the shorter version of the Aurors trench-coat-style robes, jumped to their feet and nodded. "Yes, sir. Director Robards has assigned me, Laurence and Timberly to be runners for you, Mr Potter and Miss Granger, sir." One of them said.

"Right, fair enough. Who's on right now?"

"Timberly and I, sir." Klipson answered. "I'm on until six and Timberly's here until morning, sir. Laurence will take over at eight am and I'll be back at four pm."

"That's fine. One of you escort Master Rocksplitter to the atrium and the public floo's and see if you can find out how Williams is going with that healer for Harry, we have no idea of his injuries other than they aren't likely to be fatal, and the other see to some food and ask Croaker to join us."

"Yessir!" The two spoke together.

Back in the interview room, Kingsley fell into a seat. "Gods, I'm tired." He sighed.

"You're tired?" Harry snorted. "Try being hit with a Killing Curse and dying. Then fight a duel immediately afterwards. I hurt, Kingsley, everything from my feet to my hair, hurts."

"Urgh…" Kingsley added a note to his list. "You need to see that healer. Someone needs to tell McGonagall what's happening, she's not going to like this."

A tap at the door revealed the Unspeakable Croaker.

"You wanted to see me?" He(?) said. Hermione was't sure if the Unspeakable was male or female, their voice gave nothing away and the heavily sheilded hood of their robes, didn't help. For now, Hermione was going to assume that Croaker was a wizard, not a witch.

"Yes." Kingsley waved him in. "I was hoping you could explain a little more to Harry and Hermione about pocket-spaces."

"Pocket-spaces?"

"Yeah, Harry's asked Hermione to put together a trunk that contains everything he needs, right?"

"Right…?" Croaker tilted his head.

"Harry was thinking of a trunk like Moody's. But me? Well, I was thinking that maybe that trunk could be more like a single large room with a number of pocket-spaces opening off of it. So, if you could explain them to Hermione, that would be great." Kingsley sat back.

"Now I understand." Croaker nodded, amusement leaching through his voice. "Alright, pocket-spaces, wizard-spaces, created-spaces, pocket dimensions, whatever you wish to call them. They have no official designation and never will, not if the DoM can avoid it. You take a door frame, whether it has a door that can close is personal preference. A selection of runes are etched into the frame and activated. That creates a tear in time and space that, for lack of a better term, blows a bubble the shape and size that is dictated by the runes. Thy are not considered a part of an external structure as they are portable. They can be almost any size and contain almost any environment."

"How do I get my hands on some?" Hermione sat forward.

"Normally… you wouldn't. They're DoM use only, how Shacklebolt knew about them, I don't know." The Unspeakable looked at Kingsley.

"My wife worked with you, until her death." Kingsley sighed.

"Ah… My condolences."

"So, if they're DoM restricted, how do I include them in a trunk for Harry?" Hermione demanded.

"You tell me what you need, and I help you make them up." Croaker shrugged.

"Well, he's-"

"Stop." Croaker held up a hand. "Take a few days, get a list together, then come see me. It's pointless jumping in without knowing exactly what you need. You'd only have to come again and again. Let's avoid that if we can."

Hermione huffed, but a knock at the door came before she could do more.

"Come." Kingsley called and the door opened to show one of the trainees and a wizard in healer's robes.

"Sir? Healer Bernard Lincoln, as requested." The young witch trainee reported.

"Thank you, Klipson. Healer Lincoln, please come in." Kingsley gestured and the healer entered the room. "Thank you for coming. Mr Potter and Miss Granger were both involved in the fight at Hogwarts and neither has been seen by a healer yet. We'd much appreciate you attending to them."

"Certainly. Who first?"

"Hermione."

"Harry."

Harry and Hermione spoke together.

"Hermione goes first." Harry held up a hand. "She needs to go back to Hogwarts and tell people what happened. I'll be staying here, so there's no rush."

Hermione huffed but nodded. "Alright, but I don't like it."

"You don't have to like it, Mione, you only have do it." Harry replied bluntly, which earned him another huff.

Another knock and the door opened, this time it was the Auror, Williams, again.

"Hey. I'm back." Williams flopped gracelessly into a chair. "Shack, get out of here. I'm here until midday tomorrow, do what you need to and get some sleep." Williams turned from Kingsley to Harry. "Hi. I'm Wilbert Williams, just call me Will. Where are we at and what can I do to help?"