A/N: As surprised as I was about how little editing the first two chapters needed, it looks like I've finallyfound the problem chapters ^^"
Chapter three needed a fair but not extreme amount of editing but chapter 4 will take me a while, if my complete rewrite of the beginning is any indication.

I'm definitely not happy with the, shall we say, subtlety of chapter 4's content right now, but I'll be working to correct that. Which also means there'll very likely be at least a chapter 5 in the works to allow for both my changes and the existing content of chapter 4 to happen. No promises though.

Don't mind me mysteriously rambling about the woes of my former writing though. Past Lumi did well, but not as well as she thought she did XD

As such, here's the much improved chapter 3 I'm sure some of you have been waiting for.
Enjoy!

Ripclaw had been brooding on a few things while the young Potter went through the acceptance of the rings, mainly the boy's appearance. He was thin, uncommonly so, he should not even need glasses and he was beginning to wonder if young Mr Potter had been checked properly for injury. Surely the Hogwarts medi-witch would have done a proper job, however one could never be sure when it came to wizards.

Once the procedure to claim the lordships was over with Ripclaw carefully treaded forward, both curious and dreading to see if his suspicions were accurate. While he and other goblins didn't care for the health of a simple wizard, let alone a child, this one was a rather important client who could greatly help in reviving stagnated gold and hopefully keep that gold flowing. Which the boy could were he to survive long enough to produce heirs to his titles.

"Young lord Potter, in light of recent events I was wondering if you would be inclined to allow one of our healers to watch over you. Many injustices have been done to you and, for a small price, I would gladly recommend one of our best healers to you." Most of the business had been done for now and they could look over his new assets and family obligations soon enough. The health issue on the other hand could better be taken care of immediately.

Harry had looked up in surprise at that but after a small glance to Sirius, accepted. This was why he now lay nearly naked on a bed, a goblin healer muttering spells in gobbledegook to scan him for injuries. The results had been quite shocking to her.

He had been found to be the host of residual basilisk venom and a slight trace of phoenix tears. Aside from those substances, he had ingested several loyalty and compulsion potions that would mould him towards trusting certain people more than others. The targets were unknown, but Harry could guess considering what the Order had recently been trying to dose him with.

They would use a potions regimen to flush the effects out of his system and he would be required to stay in Gringotts' private sector until he was healed. Some of his bones also needed to be vanished and regrown due to the badly healed fractures and breaks from his childhood, and he would be given potions for his eyesight as well.

If all went well, Harry would be in top shape in a few weeks, which was more than long enough in his opinion. It would be dreadful to lie still for so long, but the result would be worth it. The goblins would also counteract the malnutrition and abuse Harry had suffered; perhaps even see a mind healer to help heal certain traumas, like Cedric's death. Why none of these things had been provided for him before was both puzzling and worrying.

Another thing they hadn't been expecting were the blocks found upon Harry's magical core, which they carefully unravelled, releasing the boy's magic further. A few of the blocks were rather harmless and meant as protection to keep Harry from summoning things from all over the house when he was younger due to accidental magic.

Another block was placed upon him by someone else to restrict his learning capabilities and one more was meant to withhold a quarter of his power and abilities, including parseltongue. Harry vaguely wondered if maybe now he would succeed at parselmagic, the idea of which had come to him earlier during his reading. Septimus had never attempted it but no doubt someone else had.

When the blocks fully released he was able to feel his magic fill his body and flow around before settling down in his core, obviously pleased to finally be freed of its constraints.

Suspicion on who had placed the bonds was naturally built from pure speculation, but most of the suspicion was directed towards Dumbledore once again. He did have access to Harry when he was younger after all. He may have just come in one night after having delivered the child to Privet Drive and cast the blocks on him without anyone else being wiser.

Apparently his magic had been struggling to free itself though, as he had been becoming more interested in learning and more responsible in general recently. Regardless, knowing something like that had been done to him made him feel far more disgusted than he'd ever imagined he could feel.

After a rather eventful two weeks, his body had recuperated completely and he now looked much more like the nobility he was supposed to be a part of. His Slytherin side would certainly have been proud.

He had grown taller, matching Ron and Malfoy now, and he had filled out quite a bit. He no longer looked like an oddly twisted wireframe and his glasses had also been discarded, his sight now completely perfect. It was quite a relief to no longer need his glasses, but it would take some getting used to. His hair had also grown out rather quickly due to the nutrients in his potions regimen and he found it far more manageable when he could tie it into a short ponytail, the new weight keeping it somewhat tamed.

His healer had made sure he was in pristine condition before releasing him, though she hadn't let him get too bored in the meantime. Even without Sirius by his side to explain everything, he'd been given papers to look through to give them a head start into what his holdings looked like and what each family's assets were exactly. Not that it made much sense to him though...

Among the explanations that Ripclaw gave him during some of his visits was the information that the rings, as they were formed out of magic, held many magical properties. One of those was that all the rings could become invisible at will and that none of them could be removed by anyone but Harry himself, thus keeping him safe from exposing his lordships too soon or having someone attempt to steal his rights from him.

Finally released, Sirius had been sent a missive to present himself at Gringotts as Harry's current guardian to look over the remaining paperwork with the young lord and his account manager. This meeting was where Ripclaw informed them that the Dumbledore and Order vaults had been frozen and a missive would be sent to the headmaster, under accidental delay, of course.

Once that had been arranged they decided to briefly go over the summaries of the young lord Potter's current holdings. It was upon pure impulse that Harry asked to visit the Slytherin vault once they were done. Naturally his request was granted and the duo was led by a cart goblin down to the deepest levels of the complex, vault number 37. The Slytherin vault.

He hadn't been quite sure what to expect but upon entrance Harry had been completely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of jewels, books, weapons and artefacts that were stored here. It was a well of new information just waiting to be discovered and Harry eagerly skimmed through the shelves, finding almost only parselscript in them. He picked out a few he found interesting, mostly records on the proud family itself, and set them aside.

Next came a few well-tailored robes that were set to adjust to the person wearing them, several daggers that had been soaked in basilisk venom and a small rectangular box. Harry knew what was inside of it the moment he touched the lid and carefully stored it within his robes, wanting to keep close to his person. No one would get his hands on this, ever. He knew instinctively that it belonged to him now.

He was given a bottomless bag to fit all of his new belongings in and shrunk it to fit in his pocket. The box held a special place, where Harry could easily reach it. Once that was done they thanked Ripclaw profusely and promised to be in contact by sending their letters via Dobby, the house-elf. It would be the safest way and Dobby could be ordered not to tell anyone. This way Dumbledore would be forced to keep his sticky hands out of Harry's business. He was a lord of three Ancient and Noble houses now, after all.

With that the two of them exited the bank, Sirius going under the cloak again so he could still advise Harry silently. Seeing the sunlight again after two weeks of near solidary confinement felt absolutely wonderful.

Not wanting to return to the stuffy confinement of Grimmauld Place just yet the two of them decided to wander the alley, taking the opportunity to get some more shopping done as Harry needed to replace his wardrobe. Considering his impromptu growth spurt none of his clothes fit anymore, after all.

Twillfit and Tattings was an odd store, found in one of Diagon Alley's little side streets. It looked rather posh but at the same time had a warm and welcoming air that made Harry feel much more at ease than the bustling and chatty Madame Malkin's ever had.

After being fitted and picking the colours and trims his new robes would be in they left for the rest of their shopping. They would return to pick up the finished products in two hours; the rest of his new wardrobe would be picked up by Dobby.

Meanwhile, noon had struck and the both of them decided to get something to eat. The downside to that was the fact that Sirius was invisible, therefor could not order. There was an easy solution to that however and they entered an alley off the side briefly where Sirius applied a glamour to himself with a flourish and abandoned the cloak.

"What do you think?" He grinned mischievously, now sporting dirty blond hair and green eyes to match Harry's.

"Wicked!" He'd never known such magic was possible, and getting to have a proper meal out with his godfather was an opportunity he would not miss.

With their new changes both of them could remain unrecognised as they made their way to the Leaky Cauldron, a good place to eat and keep up with the gossip, as well. The duo made themselves comfortable at a small booth off the side, ordered some food and drinks from Tom and relaxed; glad to have this time to themselves.

Once they had started eating they chatted about anything and everything, falling into a comfortable silence before Harry finally asked, "Sirius, I was wondering... How well do you know Knockturn Alley? I might want to go there for some extra shopping."

Sirius raised a brow but wasn't quite protesting the idea just yet, instead answering his question. "Yeah, I know the Alley pretty well. It's a bit shady but it's not so bad if you know where to go and how to act. Mum used to take us there pretty frequently for shopping and James and I sometimes sneaked into Borgin and Burke's to find inspiration for pranks and such."

He chuckled at the memories, quite well remembering how Borgin had noticed them once and had chased them out of the shop by hexing them black and blue. Those were good times.

While he might take some issue with Harry visiting Knockturn Alley, he was at least relieved Harry trusted him enough to ask about it instead of taking off on his own out of curiosity and get hurt or lost in there. With Sirius' current reputation and supervision it should be safe enough to venture in. Not to mention most of the worst sort stayed away until sunset at least.

Once they were done and left the pub. Sirius suggested they go visit a bookshop at the edge of Knockturn, something Harry wasn't opposed to at all. His vision on what he found acceptable had shifted rather dramatically during his stay in the Black library, which was full of Dark Arts tomes. Not to mention his ancestors from the Slytherin Cove, as he wanted to dub it, had all been practitioners as well.

He knew full well Flourish and Blotts only had 'Ministry approved' reading material, which tended to be not very helpful when you considered how close-minded the Ministry actually was. Even though there were many books to choose from, they weren't always useful.

Just like Knockturn Alley itself, the bookshop was rather glum and covered with different shades of ochre along the walls, or was it just dirt? They went through a few rows of shelves before Harry found a book on the mind arts. Skipping briefly through the introduction he decided to take one. It looked like a very interesting field of self-improvement based magic, and he could use all the help he could get. Grimmauld Place was quite likely to have a few books on the subject as well so he would have more material to base his studies on. Hermione would be proud Or at least, she would be once she got her head out of Dumbledore's arse, he thought bitterly.

Wandering a bit further he found a book on elemental magic and took it with him as well, out of pure curiosity; it didn't matter if he was an element-magus or not. Harry also came across a potions chart and book that looked old but very useful and picked them up. Sirius returned to him with a bunch of books in his arms as well, mostly about the Dark Arts but also about runes and wards, something that Harry hadn't actually thought about until now.

After having paid, the two made their way to Borgin and Burke's, wanting to just have a quick look around. Luckily the shop was empty, so they entered. Before Harry even knew what was going on, he felt his magic react, spreading out and throbbing against him as it drew him towards certain objects. He wasn't quite sure what to make of his magic suddenly deciding what to do on its own but when the Slytherin ring pulsed softly he calmed himself. The items must have something to do with the founder then, for his magic to be searching them out...

One of the items was a jewellery box with the Slytherin crest engraved on top, silver snakes littering the corners, their eyes bright rubies. He traced the box, a tingly feeling running through his fingers before it settled, the box feeling comfortably warm to the touch now.

Borgin, realising he had customers at this odd time of day, came bustling out from the back, gasping and quickly making his way over when he saw what was happening. "Young man, I do not think it wise to touch objects you know nothing about." He warned, knowing that box had no scruple about zapping anyone that came near it, badly.

Harry simply chuckled. "This is not dangerous to me." He simply stated, picking up the box and caressing one of the snakes on the side, which seemed to ripple briefly in pleasure. Borgin's eyes widened as he caught the movement and made the connection. Was it even possible—?

"My apologies my lord, I did not realise..." He said softly, looking both cautious and calculating as he regarded the teenager in front of him, taking claim to the Slytherin name.

Harry smiled softly, knowing the mild glamour Sirius had applied to him and the change to his features would not allow the man to recognise him. "Of course you didn't. The blood of my lineage is quite rare these days after all." He mused quietly, continuing to caress the silver snakes on the jewellery box.

Borgin offered Harry a small nod in agreement, but the calculating look that turned to greed was unmistakeable. The young lord was a new face in the Alley, which made him Borgin's prey regardless of his status. His age certainly wasn't helping matters either. Unfortunately for the shopkeeper however, Borgin would not be able to cheat him out of anything. The Slytherin family magic would back him in this, should he need it.

"I will be taking my belongings with me." He stated calmly, eyeing the cane on the side of the room that gave off the same throb of familiar magic.

"I understand your wish my lord, but there is a small complication..." Borgin said carefully. "After all, these items you request are in a shop, and as such all have their price. I'm sure you understand."

"Indeed..." Harry gave the man a cold look, resisting the urge to sneer. He would not be leaving without the belongings that were righteously owed him. None other could hold these items after all; the magic would not let them.

"You presume much, however, Borgin. These items, as you say, are Slytherin family heirlooms. As you were trying to keep me from touching them earlier, you know very well what they do to those without the proper authorisation." A small smirk found its way onto his lips as he looked at the man, knowing he had him exactly where he wanted.

"I will not be cheated out of what is rightfully mine, and as you know who I am, you should be wary of crossing me. I assure you things will not end well for you should you manage to anger me." While he had no idea where the sudden clipped speech and cold tones came from, he was glad for them when he saw Borgin sneer and his fingers twitch for a moment before seemingly giving in.

Continuing his slow trek through the store Harry made his way to the next item that attracted him, a cane that rather reminded him of Lucius' but with emeralds instead of rubies forming the snake's eyes. Not to mention the serpent had been carved out of beautiful ivory, rather than the silver of Lucius' cane. He liked this one much better, despite not having any use for it.

He smiled and caressed the ivory, once again watching the material it had been carved from ripple under his fingers. What he had not expected was for the ornament to speak. "Take me from here Master; I tire of being coveted by fools." Harry chuckled at the serpent tongue and inclined his head, picking up yet another artefact that no other had been able to touch.

There were a few books on parselmagic that Harry managed to get his hands on as well, those being the only items he actually paid for, though probably inevitably for quite a bit more than they were worth, seeing as Borgin was quite annoyed with him. Sirius on the other hand was rather amused, having watched everything from a corner of the store to see how Harry would fare.

Despite Borgin being less than pleased, he knew he would be coming back here; the shop turned out to be quite more useful than anticipated. The box and books were added to his bottomless bag while Harry kept the cane in hand, deciding he would speak to it and learn more about its enchantments and abilities as soon as they were back at Grimmauld place.