Harry and Hermione had agreed to only mind talk, when they were separated, out of courtesy for those around them, this had a profound effect on Neville, who started to join their conversations. Even though Harry, Hermione and Neville were rather shy at first, they soon overcame that, to become firm friends.
Professor Dumbledore, came by earlier in the week and converted Hermione's port key, so that she could visit at any time she wanted, this gave the three children more time together. Harry and Hermione would sit on Harry's bed holding hands, then Neville would join them and the three children would chat about anything and everything. Neville introduced the other two to exploding snap, which they then spent hours each day playing. He also showed them wizard chess, which neither Harry nor Hermione liked, as it was too violent. Frank and Alice watched their son as he changed from the shy and insecure young boy he was when they first awoke, to one who was outgoing and energetic. Yes, their family owed a huge debt to Harry and Hermione.
On the day before Harry's release from hospital, Professor Dumbledore visited again. He spoke to Harry & Hermione, Sirius and Hermione's parents, about Harry's parents and their Last Will and Testament.
"I have quite a few things to talk to you about, so if you could hold your questions and comments till I have finished, it would be a big help." Professor Dumbledore looked to get their agreement before starting again. "Harry, you have inherited three seats on the Wizengamot, which is the magical government. You can't take up your seats until you turn seventeen, so Sirius as your guardian, will have to act on your behalf.
As the last living heir, to The Most Ancient and The Most Noble House of Potter, you have full access to all of the vast Potter estate. You should also wear the Potter crest on the left breast pocket of all your robes, shirts and jackets." Professor Dumbledore waved his wand over Harry and the Potter crest appeared on his pyjama top.
"Last but definitely not least, we have your titles, you, Harry are The Most Noble Harry James Potter, Duke of Ynys Môn and Iona; Marquis of Ynys Môn and Hogsmead; Earl of Diagon, Inchcolm and Ynys Enlli; Viscount Potter of Diagon; Baron Potter of Hogsmead, Iona and Ynys Enlli.
As a Duke, you are the highest-ranking Peer in Magical Britain. Not counting you, two others and I have the title of Marquis, the rest of the Wizengamot are a mixture of Earls, Viscounts, Barons and lower titles. This means for you that everyone in Magical Britain must refer to you as Your Grace and you would be formally introduced as; His Grace the Duke of Ynys Môn and Iona; and addressed in speech as "Your Grace" the first time in conversation, followed by "Sir".
It would be preferable if you kept a low profile and not use your titles just yet." Albus held up his hand to forestall any comments or questions. "I will need to give you a little history lesson to help you understand, just before you were born there was a prophesy.
'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. … Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not … and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. … The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…'
At that time the prophesy could have referred to one of two people, you or Neville. When Lord Voldemort attacked your home, he killed your parents to get to you, but when he tried to kill you, the curse backfired and he vanished, he hasn't been seen since. No one had ever survived the killing curse until you did and because of this, people refer to you as the boy who lived. You are as famous in the magical world as Prince William is in the muggle world. That mark on your forehead, which you received when the killing curse struck you, marked a fifteen-month-old child as his equal. It would be better for you, if this information didn't get out, so please don't talk about it to anyone."
Harry and the others nodded in agreement, they certainly had a lot to think about.
Professor Dumbledore, pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes before continuing, "When you leave here tomorrow, you should to go to Gringotts and ask for a private meeting with Griphook, bow to him and say, "I Harry James Potter hereby claim all my inheritance both legal and magical." Are there any questions?"
Harry and the others were just sitting there with their mouths open, then Hermione said what everyone else was thinking, "Wow Harry, you're a Duke," she smirked "Your Grace. That's the highest non Royal title there is Harry."
Harry started sobbing, he had just realised what Professor Dumbledore had said, Lord Voldemort had killed his parents to get to him, "it's because of me that my mum and dad were killed."
"Harry James Potter," Hermione shouted at him, stunning the others with her outburst. "Your parents were not killed because of you! They were killed, because of a mad man named Voldemort; if you are going to blame anyone, blame him." Hermione then leaned forward and gave Harry a big hug; her hair reached out and started caressing his neck and shoulders. It wrapped around his head hugging him and intertwined with his hair, which was reaching out to her. "Harry it's not your fault, honest, it's not." She then gave him a kiss on the cheek, "I love you Harry."
The others noticed what her hair was doing, but didn't comment on it. Dumbledore did say that Hermione was right and that Harry should listen to her and the others nodded their agreement.
Harry looked up into Hermione's beautiful chocolate brown eyes, "Thank you Hermione, no one has ever said they love me before," He whispered, then dried his eyes.
Neville then came over and clapped him on the shoulder. "Are you all right Harry?"
"Yeah, I'm ok now, thanks Nev."
Neville grinned at his two friends, "It's real cool how your hair does that Hermione." Neville commented with a grin.
It was only then that both Harry and Hermione noticed what her hair was doing, when she went to pull it away Harry stopped her, "Please don't, it feels nice Mione."
She smiled at him and left the hair alone, commenting "it does feel good doesn't it," and relaxed into the feeling.
Neville then sat on the bed with them, thinking that it could just as easily have been his parents, which had been murdered. It was bad enough that they had spent over eight years in a coma; but at least he had them now.
Dumbledore suggested that Sirius pick up Hermione and her parents the next morning and take them to Diagon Alley. After taking care of business at Gringotts, they could then go and get wands for them, as well as some books on magic and the magical world.
Neville looked down and mumbled, "I know I don't have much magic, but, do you think I could get one too?"
"What do you mean? You have more magic than your parents and almost have as much as Professor Dumbledore," Harry said.
"How do you know Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
"I can see it; it's almost as big as yours."
"Hmm... I suppose we could start his training early as well, yes the more I think about it, the better it seems. If your parents agree then yes I will get you a wand as well."
Neville looked over to his parents, and thought, "wow, I can ask my parents, it's so cool to have parents I can ask." then a big smile crossed his face, even as tears started trickling down his cheek. He hurled himself of the bed and raced over to his mum and dad, giving them a bone-crushing hug. "I love you so much," he cried, "I thought I would never be able to have you hug me."
Frank and Alice Hugged him back and kissed him on his cheek, making him both smile broader and cry more. "We love you to Nev; we will make it up to you for all the years we weren't there for you."
"Sirius, I think it would be a good idea, if you and Harry both moved into Harry's home in Anglesey, it has some extremely strong and ancient wards, making it the most secure home in Britain. As an added bonus, magic use will be undetectable. I want you to set-up a private floo connection to the Grangers and Longbottom homes, to enable them to come and go more easily. You can start training them, and I'll come over later next week to set a training schedule for them." He then handed Sirius a parchment authorising him to purchase wands, without tracking charms on them.
Sirius read the parchment and just nodded his head in agreement. "What's the point of being Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot if you can't bend the rules occasionally," he said with a smirk on his face, "you would make a good Marauder, Albus," he chuckled.
Later that night Dan and Emma Granger were sitting in the lounge room of their home, the television was on but neither of them was watching it. Dan got up and went into the kitchen and made them both a mug of tea, then sat back down to contemplate everything that had happened in the last week. It was odd that he didn't find it very strange; it was almost as if Hermione had been preparing him for this ever since she was born. If anything he was very proud of his daughter, not only was she the brightest girl in her school and by all accounts, she was a very powerful witch but most importantly she was an extremely compassionate young girl.
Hermione had been lying in bed, thinking about everything that Professor Dumbledore had told them and before she realised it she had fallen asleep.
"You know Emma as much as it frightens me that Hermione is getting so attached to Harry, I can't help but think it is the best thing that has happened to her. She seems much more alive since she has met him, I'm so proud of her it's almost overwhelming."
"I know what you mean. Did you hear her when she told him she loved him?" Emma asked
"Yes, I also heard him say that no one had ever said that to him before. How could anyone treat a little boy like that?"
"I don't know," she replied.
Dan looked over to his lovely wife, "I wouldn't be surprised if they end up getting married one day."
"Neither would I; it was amazing the way her hair caressed him, and his was trying to hold on to her only it wasn't long enough, it's quite cute really."
"They have something the rest of us can only dream about." Dan stood up then, held out his hand to his wife, "let's go to bed, it's been a big day and going to be even bigger tomorrow."
Emma took his hand and stood then wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a passionate kiss, "still early enough for some fun before we go to sleep," she said in a seductive voice, then wiggling her bottom she said "Coming dear?" and ran off to the bedroom with Dan not far behind her.
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The next morning Sirius met the Grangers at the hospital where they picked up Harry, they then portkeyed back to the Grangers house. Harry was gob-smacked at Hermione's home; it was much bigger than 4 Privet Drive where he grew up. Hermione took him for a tour of the property, which was a beautiful mid Victorian home. There were four bedrooms and two family bathrooms on each of the upper floors, in addition the master suite, which was located on the top floor, had a large en-suite bathroom with a separate shower and a large corner hot tub; they also had a balcony overlooking the rear garden. Hermione's bedroom was on the first floor (second floor for our American cousins who number them differently from the English) and next to it was the one Harry would use when he stayed over. Harry looked at what would be his room in amazement and thought, "it's bigger than Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's bedroom." On the ground floor were the kitchen and three reception rooms, one of which was set-up as the library, which had floor to ceiling bookshelves. One of the reception rooms was set-up as the TV room and the other was the formal lounge with a grand piano and more bookshelves. There was also an office for her parents business a reception room for patients with its own access from the street as well as a complete dental surgery. A cellar ran the full length and width of the house; it was divided into a wine cellar, storage area and a gym; all in all, quite an impressive home, with large well-manicured gardens front and back.
After Harry had his tour they then set of to drive to the Leaky Cauldron, a pub in Charing Cross Rd in Central London, this was so the Grangers could see where it was.
Mr and Mrs Granger could not see the pub, which was a tiny grubby looking building, sandwiched between a bookshop and a record shop. Harry took hold of Mr Granger's hand, Hermione took her mums, and they led them through the door.
"Now that is just weird," Dan said, "how can they make a building invisible like that?" he asked.
"It's magic," Sirius said chuckling at the expressions on their faces.
"Newcomers?" Tom the barman and owner of the Leaky Cauldron asked and after getting confirmation from Sirius, he extended his hand "Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron on Charing Cross Rd" he said as he shook each of their hands. This was not only a polite gesture but also a necessary one, as now Hermione's parents would be able to see the pub for themselves and could come and go whenever they wanted. "Come any time you want, and if you have any questions or problems just let me know, I will be more than willing to help if I can," he said and then he led them out the back and showed them how to open the doorway into Diagon Alley.
The group then made their way to Gringotts; they were so busy looking at all the different stores as they passed them and commenting on the different things that were on display, that it took them quite some time to go the short distance to the bank. Eventually they reached Gringotts, an imposing white marble building that towered over the rest of the shops in the Alley. Passing through the burnished bronze doors, they entered the small entrance hall and in front of them were a set of silver doors and engraved on these doors they read,
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there. (JKR)
Passing through this set of doors, Harry's group entered into a vast marble hall and were startled by the hundreds of Goblins that were sitting at counters. They were particularly wary of the ones armed with huge axes, standing by the door they had just entered.
Sirius smiled at them, "no need to be afraid, they are Goblins and they own the bank, which is like an embassy as it is sovereign Goblin territory. The guards will only use their weapons if someone tried to rob the bank or threatened anyone. If you treat them with the respect they deserve they will treat you well.
Just then they noticed a tall aristocratic looking man, with long blond hair, stride up to the teller. "Why haven't you paid this account? " He snarled at the Goblin in front of him. The guards moved to the ready and watched the situation with interest, to see how it would develop. The teller just grunted and took the sheet from him, "I'll check," he then stalked off. From where the Grangers were standing, they could see that the Goblin went into another room, made himself a drink then sat down and drank it leisurely. When he was finished he went back out to the blond man and grunted, "You... didn't... authorise... it," he then thrust it back into pompous prat's hands, closed the counter and went into the back room again.
"I see what you mean" Dan chuckled.
The blond man then turned, "Good morning Lucius, having a bit of trouble with your accounts?" greeted Sirius. Lucius Malfoy just scowled at him and stormed out of the bank.
Harry was quite nervous when it came his turn, Sirius placed his hand on his shoulder and advised him to bow politely to the teller and then look him in the eyes and ask for a private meeting with Griphook.
Harry went up to the next free teller and bowed respectfully, he took a deep steadying breath and looked the Goblin straight in the eyes, "I...I was wondering if we could have a private meeting with Mr Griphook please," he asked. The Goblin's smile terrified Harry, as he had long, needle sharp teeth, which looked like they were designed for ripping and tearing flesh. Indeed that was exactly what they were designed for; the Goblin diet consisted solely of raw meat and they weren't too particular where that meat came from.
Harry was thinking that he had somehow offended the Goblin teller, as he and his party was lead into a private office and asked to wait, but he needn't have worried as just a few moments later the door opened and an older Goblin entered. "I'm Griphook; you requested a private meeting with me?"
Harry bowed to the Goblin, "Thank you Mr Griphook."
"It's just Griphook, not Mr Griphook," the Goblin interrupted.
Harry bowed to him again, "I'm sorry Griphook, if I offended you, it was not my intention."
"No offence taken young one, now what can I do for you?"
Harry took a deep breath, looked Griphook straight in the eyes and said, "I Harry James Potter hereby claim all my inheritance both legal and magical."
Griphook looked at Harry and then rang a bell for his assistant Bogrod. When Bogrod arrived, he leaned down and Griphook whispered into his ear, he then left. After a few minutes he returned, with a device that looked like an eighteen-inch by twelve-inch by four-inch marble box, with a large moonstone in an ornate gold and silver setting on top. Griphook told Harry to place his hand on the crystal, Harry moved forward and placed his hand on the milky coloured crystal and felt two small pricks in his palm. When he removed his hand, he saw small tracers of blood, going deep into the crystal.
Griphook took two parchments from the box and read them. He then rose from his seat and bowed to Harry, "Your Grace."
Harry looked pleadingly at Griphook, "please, just call me Harry; I just want to be plain Harry."
"Harry has anyone told you what titles you have?" Griphook asked.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore explained all that to me yesterday," Harry answered.
"Good, you are also the direct descendant of Godric Gryffindor," He handed Harry the parchments with the list of his titles and a family tree. "I will arrange for a statement of your holdings which will only take a few minutes and then I will show you to your vaults, he rang the bell, and Bogrod entered and after receiving his instructions he sped off. "Is there anything I can do for the rest of you while we wait," Griphook asked.
"We would like to open a vault for our daughter, Hermione if that is alright?" Hermione's father asked.
"Certainly, it would be my pleasure," Griphook responded. "First Hermione, I would like you to do as Harry did and claim your legal and magical inheritance."
"But I'm muggle born," Hermione replied.
"The magic had to come from somewhere, too many of the right kind of witches and wizards don't claim their inheritance, Harry's parents and grandparents for example didn't, their wealth was self made. Unfortunately too many of the worst sort, are all too eager to claim theirs and then lord it over the rest of us."
Hermione bowed to Griphook, looked him in the eyes and said, "I Hermione Jane Granger hereby lay claim to all my inheritance both legal and magical." She then placed her palm on the moonstone when directed by Griphook. She felt two pinpricks in her palm and when she withdrew it, she watched in fascination as the small amount of blood traced its way into the heart of the crystal.
Griphook reached into the box and withdrew a parchment and after reading it, he bowed to Hermione, "we don't have to open a vault for you Lady Ravenclaw, as you already have a sizable one with us."
Hermione and her parents were flabbergasted at this news and then Hermione as often happens with the young, recovered from the shock before her parents, "please just call me Hermione and how come I'm Lady Ravenclaw anyway, when my surname is Granger? She asked.
Griphook then pressed a hidden button on the side of the box facing him, and after a few minutes pulled out a parchment that had Hermione's linage on it. Griphook read the chart, "Yours is a magical title, passed on through the female side of your family, but it only applies to those who are magical. You are the most direct descendent of Rowena Ravenclaw Marchioness of Keswick."
Rowena Ravenclaw was one of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, along with Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin. Although they were all co-founders of the school, the property was jointly owned by Godric and Rowena as they were husband and wife; this makes Harry and yourself the owners of Hogwarts. You also have one seat on the Wizengamot but can only take it up when you turn seventeen. You would be wise to give your proxy to someone you trust until then and seeing that it is a female seat, your proxy should also be a female."
Hermione thought for a moment, "I'll ask Neville's grandmother if she will do it for me."
"We can contact her on your behalf." Griphook told her.
"Thank you Griphook, I would appreciate that," Hermione replied.
Griphook made a note of what was to be done and handed it to his assistant, who had just returned. He then opened the rather large file that he had been given. "Harry this is an accounting of all your holdings, both liquid and fixed, I suggest you get independent advice on managing your portfolio. As for you liquid assets, you have four vaults, one is a trust fund, which has ₲100,000 in it and this account is topped up every six months. Then three other vaults belonged to your father, your grandfather and Godric Gryffindor. The combined total amount in those vaults is ₲4,659,832 ₴13 and ₭21 or approximately £465,983,200 . Now remember this is only your liquid assets, you also have three castles, not counting Hogwarts, four family homes in the UK, two in Australia, one in Canada, two in America, one in Paris, one in Spain and one in Switzerland. You then have shares in many companies both in the magical and muggle world. The total value of your fixed assets, are in the order of ₲127,421,972 or approximately £12,742,197,200 at today market value. All of this makes you the wealthiest wizard in Britain."
All this was just too much for Harry to take in; he slumped in his chair and started to shake with the shock of it all. Hermione came over to him, sat on his lap, and cuddled him her hair mimicking her hands and twinning through his hair as well. No words needed to be spoken as she comforted him. When Harry was feeling better, he looked at Griphook and asked, "Can you tell me who has been looking after my holdings until now?"
"I have Harry."
"Has it been losing or gaining in value?"
Griphook was starting to look upset at this question, "It has been gaining in value steadily and well above the market norm," he replied frostily.
Sirius was starting to get worried at what Harry was doing.
Harry then smiled, bowed and said, "Then I don't see any reason to get independent advice, I trust you Griphook to look after my interests. There is one thing though do I really need four vaults?" Harry was thinking that listening to the way his uncle had spoken to his superiors, when they had visited had paid off, when he saw the smile on Griphook's face
"No Harry you don't, we could merge it all into two vaults. What I would suggest is leave the trust account for household expenses and your education, and merge your grandfather's and father's vaults into Godric Gryffindore's one, as it is in the deepest and most secure section."
"That sounds like a good Idea but could you raise the amount in the trust account to ₲500,000, I might like to make a few purchases." Harry was thinking about building a library like Hermione's, he really did like reading and he wasn't sure what changes needed to be made to his properties, after all no one had lived in them for over eight years.
Bogrod entered the room and handed another file to Griphook who looked at it and smiled, Griphook then gave him another note with instructions on the changes to the Potter accounts, he then addressed Hermione. "Hermione you have liquid assets of ₲12,475,928 or £1,247,592,800. Your fixed assets are quite modest, besides Hogwarts, you have a stately home in Keswick and this one I really like, you Hermione, own the Ministry of Magic building. You also have a portfolio of shares spread between magical and muggle enterprises.
Sirius roared with laughter, he was laughing so hard he doubled over and fell off his chair. Much to the amusement of Griphook and the others, after they had all calmed down Griphook continued, "Your fixed assets total ₲72,329,163 or £7,232,916,300"Now it was Harry's task to calm Hermione, Mr and Mrs Granger came over to their daughter "I guess that means you won't need your university fund any more huh," Joked Dan. This had the effect he wanted and caused Hermione to laugh; some of her hair reached out and wrapped itself around her mother and father's arms. "You know Hermione, Harry is right, that is quite pleasant," said her mother.
Hermione smiled at her mother and father then addressed Griphook, "could you set up my accounts like you have for Harry please?" she was also thinking of buying as many books as she could.
Griphook who was intrigued and a little distracted by what Hermione's hair was doing, he made a note and rang the bell again and when Bogrod entered he handed it to him, he also made a mental note to keep an eye on these two young people. "Harry, Hermione, I have organised to have credit cards made so you can pay for anything you purchase, directly out of your accounts. This card will work in both the magical and muggle worlds." He then handed them both their family rings, which are traditionally worn on the right ring finger. The two youngsters were intrigued when the rings resized themselves to fit their fingers.
A few minutes later, Bogrod entered again and handed two cards and four keys over to his superior. Griphook then pulled out a rather ornate dagger, handed it hilt first to Harry along with one of the cards and two of the keys, "could you put a drop of blood on the card and both of the keys please Harry?"
Harry took the dagger and pricked the top of one of his fingers; he then squeezed a drop of blood onto each of the keys and then the card. The two keys glowed brightly then numbers appeared on them; one was number 687 that was the Household vault. The other was 49; the one that belonged to Godric Gryffindor. The card also glowed brightly, but when it had finished, it looked just like an ordinary credit card. He then handed the dagger over to Hermione who did the same thing to the items Griphook had given her.
"You can use that just like a normal muggle credit card, it has been linked to your household account but if you tap it with your wand it will then access your main vault, it will work the same way in any magical store. You can also use your family ring in any magical establishment but this only accesses your main vault. If you tap it and say the name of any of your homes, it will act as a portkey and take you there. Hermione we have taken the liberty of adding The Grangers to your ring so you can go there and the other house is Keswick Manor. Both rings also have Hogwarts as a destination; this will take you to the owner's tower which will be your residence while at Hogwarts."
"Could you add my residences to Hermione's ring please so she can come and go easily," Harry asked.
"That sounds like a good Idea, could you add Harry to my homes as well please," Hermione added
"Could you add those same residences to Sirius' ring as well please," Mr Granger added, which Harry agreed would be a good idea.
Griphook touched the rings in turn and muttered the enchantment under his breath (Goblins do not like to let their secrets out), "There that is done," he said. "I think that is all we need to do right now, you can come and visit your vaults at any time, just go to a teller and request to visit your vault but make sure that you have your keys with you."
Sirius leaned over to Harry and Hermione (who was still sitting on Harry's lap) and whispered to them.
Harry and Hermione stood up bowed and addressed Griphook, "May your family be blessed with many children, may your fortune abound and never know loss and may your enemies be crushed.
Griphook bowed in return, "Live long and prosper."
This caused the Harry and the Grangers to chuckle slightly, but Griphook just smiled and said, "I understand, but we had it first." He then had his assistant lead them back to the main lobby.
Harry and his party offered the same formal farewell to Bogrod, after they arrived in the main lobby of the bank. He smiled at them and bowed "Live long and prosper." What they did not notice, was the scowls on the faces of the wizards who watched, or the surprised looks on the faces of the Goblins behind the counter: This simple public gesture of respect, would eventually reap huge dividends.
After leaving the bank, the party went across the road to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, where they ordered sundaes for each of them and waited for Neville to arrive.
Neville entered the Ice Cream Parlour and looked around, then spotting the others, he raced over and greeted them warmly, "Hi Harry, Hermione I'm not late am I? Hello Mr and Mrs Granger, Lord Black, I hope I didn't keep you waiting?" He babbled.
"We just got here so don't worry Neville, sit down and I will get you a sundae." Sirius then raised his hand and placed his order, he didn't waste much time though, before getting stuck back into his own sundae.
After they had finished with their ice creams, they went across the road into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, where they purchased robes for Harry and Hermione. Then walked back past Gringotts before Hermione dragged her parents into the Magical Menagerie, her parents had promised her a pet for her birthday, but she had not seen any she wanted. She looked around the store at all the odd pets, there was everything from toads to giant spiders, she then spotted a rather large, ugly, orange cat and fell in love with it immediately, when she asked about the cat the sales assistant told her that it was half kneazle. Her father insisted on paying for it, as it was a birthday present after all. She looked into it's eyes, "Hello, I think I will call you Crookshanks, ok." The part kneazle purred and rubbed it face into Hermione's as if agreeing that Crookshanks was a good name for him.
The party then continued their journey down the alley to Ollivander's wand shop; the old owner greeted the party. "Lord Black, fifteen inch oak with a dragon heart string core, but surely you don't need another wand already."
"No there is nothing wrong with my wand," he then handed Mr Ollivander the parchment that Albus had given him.
"Hmm, very unusual... but he is the Chief Warlock," Mr Ollivander murmured, he then became all business. His tape flew around Harry taking measurement from different parts of his body, while this was going on Ollivander was fetching various boxes from his shelves. "Try this one Harry," Harry took the wand and gave it a flick as instructed, "No, this one then." This went on for the next ten minutes, some of the wands did nothing some caused small explosions, but none of them was suited to him. The old man then mumbled, "Hmm... I wonder," and went off to the back room, when he returned he handed him one more wand to try. When Harry grabbed hold of it he felt a warm tingling sensation running through his hand and up his arm, multicoloured sparks flew out the end like a fountain.
"Curious... very curious," murmured Ollivander.
"Sorry, but what's curious?" Harry asked.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail-feather resides in your wand gave another feather... It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar.
"Voldemort?"
Old Ollivander gave a shudder when Harry said Voldemort's name. "We do not speak his name! The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter, It's not always clear why, But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible! Yes. But great." The old man then looked at Hermione and then back to Harry, "Do you and the young lady share a link by any chance Mr Potter?"
"Yes Sir, we do."
"Hmm... this is different; I think maybe the same for you young lady, eleven inch Holly with Phoenix tail-feather core, I did wonder why that Phoenix gave another feather." He then went out into his back room and returned with a wand that matched Harry's, he handed it to Hermione and instructed her to give it a flick.
When Hermione took hold of the wand, like Harry she felt a warm tingling sensation run through her hand and up her arm, when she gave it a flick, multicoloured sparks came out the end of her wand like a fountain. "Wow this is so cool," she said as a smile broke across her face. Her parents looked on in awe at this display of magic coming from their daughter.
Mr Ollivander then turned his attention to Neville, and after trying a few different wands, he settled on a twelve inch cherry with a unicorn hair core. Neville was extremely pleased with his wand, as he could feel his magic going through it. He had tried using his father's wand a few times but it wasn't suited to him and didn't work.
When Harry and the others went to pay for their wands, Mr. Ollivander informed them that Professor Dumbledore had already paid for them.
The group left Ollivander's shop and made stops at various other establishments, to purchase school supplies and when they reached Flourish and Blots, Sirius and Hermione's parents had to restrain Harry and Hermione from buying every book in the store. It was only when Sirius pointed out; that the libraries in their new homes might already have some of them, that they desisted from purchasing any more books than was necessary. Harry however did pick up a number of books on wizard etiquette and wizard law, while Hermione picked up Hogwarts a History as well as A Guide to Understanding Elves and Goblins. They then proceeded to the Leaky Cauldron, where Neville made his farewells and left for home via the floo. Sirius whispered to Dan Granger and went back into Diagon Alley. When he returned, he handed Harry a large cage with a beautiful snowy white owl inside. Happy birthday Harry, I'm sorry I missed it."
"Thanks Sirius, she's beautiful," Harry looked into the owl's eyes, "I think I'll call you Hedwig." The owl blinked at this and bobbed her head, as if in agreement.
Sirius then suggested that they Hermione and her parents head home and that the next day they could go and look at the properties they had just acquired.
A/N
We know it might look like Harry has too many titles, but the higher the rank, the more likely it is that the peer holds several titles, which may be distributed throughout the five peerages, depending upon their dates of creation.
As to Harry's wealth, Harry's was a very old family, which was on good terms with the Goblins who are very astute in business, it would not be unreasonable for them to acquire such a large estate.