Sorry this is so short. It's hard to find places in the story to make proper chapter breaks. More to come as edits are finished. Let me know what you think, Please.

Chapter 6

A Ring

More than an hour later, after several fire whiskey toasts from Hagrid, Harry and Ginny walked out the gates and stopped.

Harry had a new idea. "Hey, I have an errand. Can we go to Diagon Alley?"

"An errand?" Ginny looked down the lane as if his reasoning would be clearer in the distance.

"Yeah. Something I need to do." Still holding onto her, Harry dragged her to Gringotts.

"What do you need here?" She laughed.

"I know it's strange, but I need some money. Don't I?" He stopped as they approached the door. "I also want to do something. I want to get you onto my accounts. If we're going to be married…"

"Betrothed." She interrupted.

"Right, close enough, I want to make sure you have full access." He looked down at her and noticed she looked a bit nervous. "It'll be okay. It will be yours soon enough."

She sighed, as if she agreed, but wanting to get it over with as soon as possible.

The bank was just as imposing, just as somber, but when they entered, there was no tension in the air. Now that Harry was pardoned, he was a priority client. Of course, owning several very large accounts didn't hurt any either.

Harry led her right to the Head-Teller's desk. Before he could speak, the old Goblin leaned over and addressed him. "Welcome Mister Potter."

"Good Afternoon. I have two matters of business. First, I would like to add Miss Ginevra Weasley to my accounts. And second, I would like to visit the Potter family vault."

"Would you follow me please?" The Goblin came down from his high podium and led them through a maze of hallways, opening an unmarked door.

"Knerlac, Mr. Potter to see you concerning his accounts and adding Miss Weasley's name."

The older manager turned slowly and grinned, showing his pointed teeth. "Mr, Potter. A pleasure to see you again. Miss Weasley. Please be seated." He snapped his fingers and a portfolio appeared in is hands.

"Yes, we are being betrothed next week, and I want her set up." Harry looked at Ginny, who seemed a little apprehensive.

"Very good. Miss, if you would present your wand?" He held out his hand. When Ginny relinquished it, he studied it closely, tapped it and then nodded. He scribbled a note onto a slip of parchment. "If you would sign here and tap it with your wand, you will be all set. Mr. Potter, if you will do the same?"

When this was done, Knerlac handed her a set of tiny keys. "Now, what other concerns might you have?"

"I will be having quite a lot of transactions and purchases coming up and I really don't want to carry bags and bags of gold in both the wizarding world as well as muggle world.

"Yes. I Understand. We at Gringotts have a program for our high-end patrons to assist with that problem. Are you familiar with credit cards?"

Harry nodded, but Ginny looked confused.

Knerlac sneered in what he probably thought as in a friendly manner. "We have access to a credit system. We can issue you a card, with which you can make any purchases you need, Both in Galleons and Pounds. We find this keeps such large amounts safe. As for other large purchases or recurring charges, you may also send a request and moneys will be transferred directly from one account to another.

"That's nice to know. How can we set this up?" Harry was pleased. The idea of carrying bags of gold through London was a bit daunting.

The goblin pulled several pages of parchment from out of a drawer. "Please fill this out and sign. Afterwards, Gurm can escort you to you vault and your cards will await you when you return."

They scribbled quickly and handed them back.

Harry remembered something. "You said I can request transfers?"

"Yes Mr. Potter." Knerlac brought out his quill and a blank parchment.

"Okay. I want one hundred Galleons deposited monthly in each account, Andromeda Tonks, The War Orphan Society fund, and last, Arthur Weasley account. Can these be anonymous?"

"Harry! How…It's too…Can we talk about this?" Ginny felt panicky.

Harry nodded at Knerlac and the old goblin walked out.

"Ginny? What's wrong." He asked concerned.

"All this, deposits and money and house and then to my dad…You can't." Ginny felt like she couldn't breathe.

"Sweetheart, What I just donated is only a part of the interest I get in a month. I just wish I could give more to your folks without them knowing." He took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

"No, That's not it. Giving him so much. It's, It's almost insulting." She took a deep breath, "No, insulting is the wrong word. I...I can't think of the right word. Harry, You can't. You need to talk with Dad first."

"You mean I shouldn't?" Harry was startled.

"I don't think so."

"But why? If I ask him, he'll say no. I want to give because I love your folks so much."

"I know that, Love. And they love you. But just handing them money is...is a slap in our pride. Oh, I don't know how to explain it." her eyes plead for his understanding.

He looked at her silently for a long time, "This is why I need you in my life. To help me from screwing up." He waved to the list on the desk, "Is there any other changes I should make?"

"Maybe instead of directly to Mrs. Tonks, set up an account for Teddy, something she could use if she needs. It won't affect her pride directly. right?"

"Brilliant. You are Brilliant. That's what we'll do, then. Ready to continue?" Harry scribbled the changes on the paper and signed it. Then he opened the door and Knerlac walked back in. "Mr. Potter, Gurm is waiting to escort you. Your cards and receipts will be waiting in the lobby when you are finished with your visit. Is there anything else we can do today?

"No thanks. That will be all." Harry and Ginny walked out the door.

Ginny had fun on the ride. The twists and turns reminded her of a hard game of Quidditch. Harry sat, trying to not be glum. He was reminded of the ill-fated time he was this deep within the caverns. The break-in and the subsequent break-out will be in his head for a long time. They slowed and stopped in front of a large, plain door that had only a tiny keyhole in the center..

"This way please." Gurm stepped onto a little platform and put out his hand for the keys. Ginny, anxious to try hers out, handed her key ring over. Inserted, the key glowed for a moment and the large door swung inward. Gurm stepped aside, "I will wait in the carriage. Please take your time."

Harry and Ginny grinned at each other and stepped through. With the first step in, the sconces on the walls burst into flame. Harry had seen several vaults but unlike most of the others, this one was tidy, very organized. There were bins filled with gold sitting on shelves. Chests and crates holding who-knows-what ran in neat rows down the length of the floor. In the far back, about fifty feet away, were several chests on a stand. One was a jewelry box. He found just what he wanted.

"Gin?" He whispered. His finger caressed the ring. He knelt on one knee and said quietly. "This was hers, my mother's. You had a turn, now it's mine, will you marry me?"

"Of course. Yes, I will." Her finger touched it softly, reverently.

"If you don't want it, we can choose something else you like." He added quickly.

"No. Don't you dare get me anything else. This is perfect." She said in awe. Harry slipped it on her finger. It fit as if it were made for her. She kissed him, then leaned into him, while enchanted with the stones. "They're the same color as your eyes." She cried softly. "The emeralds."

"I suppose they are." He laughed. "Not that I pay much attention to the color of my eyes."

"No, I'll pay attention for you." She kissed his cheek.

When the three of them returned to the lobby, Gern gave a terse nod, "Follow me, please. I will have your receipts and your cards momentarily."

After nearly an hour and a half in the bank, Harry realized they were running short on time. "We should get back. It's getting late."