It was a rather pleased and powerful Harry Potter that walked out of Gringotts and stepped into Diagon Alley with a new outlook to life and, in fact, magic.
He would have never imagined he'd have this much power or money: he had more money on him at that moment than most people make in a year, and magic be damned if he didn't splurge more than a little.
But where to go first? That was the question of importance.
He didn't need books- he had the knowledge of all his ancestors. "Madam Malkins it is then." He stated with a smirk.
Harry walked into the clothes shop with a gleam in his eye. This was the first time he'd ever gone clothes shopping and he expected it'd be fun. The drastic difference between muggle fashion and wizarding dress sense was not lost to him though, and he loved it.
He pushed the doors open and was immediately greeted by a rather stylish old lady whom he assumed-correctly-was the Madam whose name is on the sign above the afore-mentioned door.
"Hogwarts, dear?" She asked, her eyes gleaming wildly.
"Yes ma'am" He replied, "Though I'd be interested in getting a full wardrobe if I can"
Her eyes gleamed even brighter if that was possible. "Well, come on in, lad." She said "Let's get started on your Hogwarts uniform first as I assume the other request will take quite some time. In fact, I have another young man being fitted just now" she finished.
Harry followed the woman to the back of the shop and stood on a stool opposite a tall blonde boy that looked his age. He silently approved the boys' outfit, he was definitely a wizard, and by the looks of it, from one of the old families, pureblood.
"Hogwarts too?" the boy asked, finally noticing him.
"Yes, Mr.?" Harry asked.
"Malfoy," he answered with a shocked look as if surprised that Harry didn't know who he was, "Draco Malfoy."
"Am I to assume you will be attending too?" Harry asked pleasantly.
"Yes, of course" the newly named Draco sneered and drawled "It's the best magic school in the world" he finished.
"Not the world," Harry stated nonchalantly as if it was a well-known fact. "Just the UK"
Draco looked at Harry incredulously. 'Well, it seems it isn't much of a well-known fact then' Harry thought. He might be heir to the founders of the school and even own it, but he wouldn't hesitate to throw shade where it is due.
Draco schooled his features quickly and drawled "What is your name then?" he asked, sneering again. 'Wow. This boy sure loves his sneers. Malfoy, did he say earlier? Should've guessed. With that hair, there's no mistaking it' Harry thought.
"Potter" Harry replied, smiling. "Lord Harrison Potter. But my friends call me Harry" He finished with his hand outstretched.
Draco reached out to grab his hand "I hope we become friends the, Lord Potter." He said with a slight bow. "What Hogwarts house are you hoping for, Mr. Potter" Draco asked, smiling.
"Well, I expect Slytherin. Though I won't be at Hogwarts for long." Harry replied
Draco looked surprised and seemed to want to speak but he was cut off
"Well, I've taken your measurements for your uniform and we'll use that to get your other requirements. We'll discuss your wardrobe now if you're ready." The madam said, smiling eyes still gleaming.
"Thank you, madam," Harry said curtly. He turned to Draco "It been pleasant meeting you, Mr. Malfoy. Hope to see you on the train."
Before the boy could say anything, Harry hopped off the stool and followed the woman to another portion of the shop and began the long, torturous process of selecting a wardrobe.
Two hours later, Harry stepped out of the shop, looking worse for wear, with a full wardrobe of the highest quality, every robe made from Acromantula silk, including his Hogwarts ones. He had casual robes, Hogwarts robes, Dress robes, Wizengamot robes, with the crest of all his houses on the back, casual cloaks, winter cloaks, formal robes, also with the crest of all his houses embroidered on the back, muggle clothes, everything.
Next up, Ollivanders, Harry decided. Though he doesn't need and cannot use a wand or staff as a being of magic, he still needs to forge a focus.
Stepping into the wand shop, it looked empty. But Harry knew better. "Mr. Ollivander" Harry called. Ollivander slid in from behind the shelves looking shocked.
"How did you know I was there?" He asked before his senses were assaulted by Harry's magic. "Ah. Mr. Potter. Should have known. I've been expecting you for quite a while. Though I wonder why you're here, in a wand shop. You don't need a wand. Even a blind man can see that."
"I'm not here for a wand, Mr. Ollivander." Harry Replied. "I wish to craft a soul foci."
"I've not made those since Emrys first came by my shop. Though I can see why you will want that." Ollivander said. "Well come on, we don't have all day."
Harry followed Ollivander to the back of the shop, looking around in amazement. The walls were covered in ancient runes and pieces of different types of wood were strewn about. It was reminiscent of a carpenters' workshop.
"Now," Ollivander started, "Wands are made with wood and a piece of a magical animal, make it longer and add a gem on top and you got a staff. But a soul focus is made with metal, more importantly, the metal that is attuned to your magic and soul" With this, he brought out different pieces of metal of varying colors and set them before him.
"Release your magic," Ollivander said. "Guide it through your arm and hover over these metals. Pick the one you feel a pull towards." He instructed.
Harry did as asked and soon picked a metal. Ollivanders eyes widened as he saw the material that was chosen "Naquadria" He said, reverently. "Couldn't have foreseen that one"
"What's so special about this Naquadria," Harry asked curiously. Since his rebirth, there's not much he doesn't know and this honestly incited his interest.
"We do not know where the metal comes from. What we do know is it amplifies any energy channeled through it by 100% and it's a very magically unstable item. But we'll see. We shall see." Ollivander finished, bringing out a box full of gems. "Do the same. Release your magic and let it choose." Quick as before, Harry selected a single gem. "Ah. Emerald. Should've known. Shows your affinity to all elements and sides of magic."
Ollivander placed the pieces on the table before harry and said "Now, this is the hard part. You have to make the materials take the shape your soul wants. It could be the shape of a wand or staff. Just let go of yourself and let your magic do the work."
Harry slowly raised his hands over the pieces and released his hold on his magic and watched as they took form. Slowly the metal bent and warped into the shape of a ring, runes glowing on its surface. And not to be outdone, the emerald, also glowing with runes, set itself atop the Naquadria ring. Finally done the ring floated up to him. He picked it out of the air and at the old wandmaker's urging, he put it on. A green glow filled the workshop, so bright that Ollivander had to shield his eyes. As soon as it came, the glow disappeared.
Harry quickly paid for his foci and left. As he stepped out of the door he heard Ollivander whisper
"We expect great things from you, Harry Potter. Magic is counting on you."
With that Harry left and teleported to Potter Manor, where he trained under a time capsule till September the 1st.