A/N: I'm am sooooo sorry. I beg for your forgiveness and should be flamed to death for taking so long to update. It's just that my computer went crazy and deleted a bunch of files right before I was about to upload the chapter. And then it wouldn't stay on for longer than five minutes. -.-' I promise to get the next chapter up SO much faster.
Harry glanced around at what would be his home for the rest of the summer. It was simple and in a hard to find hotel in Knockturn Alley. Looking around at the dirty room, Harry racked his brains for a cleaning spell.
Eventually he settled on one he had heard Mrs. Weasley use. Harry gave a small nod when the room took on a clean look. He took his trunk and placed it at the edge of his bed, returning it to normal size, before he fell onto the bed and into a dreamless sleep.
Harry sat up rubbing his eyes and yawning. Looking around, Harry froze. It took a few seconds for the previous days events to come back. When they did, Harry's heart tightened with fury.
Glaring at the wall, Harry took a few moments to control his anger. Harry grabbed some clothes and toiletries before heading to the bathroom. Half an hour later Harry exited the bathroom, Harry wet and clothed in baggy pants and an equally baggy shirt.
Harry caught sight of himself in the mirror and cringed in distate, he would have to shop for new clothes today. He walked over to his trunk and pulled on a robe, his money pouch, and his gringotts key.
Harry left the room and walked down a flight of stairs and into an empty bar. He left the building and entered the already crowded streets of Knocturn Alley.
Harry navigated his way to Gringotts fairly easily and walked into the bank and up to a free goblin. The goblin looked up and spoke in his rough voice,
"Mr. Potter. We've been expecting you. The Chief would like to speak to you about Mr. Black's will. Follow me."
Harry followed the goblin, wondering what the Chief would want to speak to him about. The goblin stopped before enormous yet elegant carved doors.
"Thank you." Harry said with a small nod, catching the surprised look on the goblin's face.
Harry entered the room and was met with a comfy room, done in elegant tones of gold. The chief stood,
"Mr. Potter."
Harry vaguely remembered Mr. Binns going on about the importance of the Chief in goblin society and the respect that should be shown. Harry bowed and said in a humble voice,
"It is an honor to meet you."
The goblin nodded and gave a small smile.
"Sit, Mr. Potter." He said waving to a chair in front of his desk. Harry complied with a small smile.
"Welcome, Mr. Potter. I am Grounich Siebenclaws. I have asked you here because there are some papers I need you to sign, since Mr. Black left you as his only heir."
He handed Harry a stack of papers.
"The first is to confirm that you are Harry James Potter and that you are aware of everything Mr. Black has left you. The second states that you accept everything Mr. Black has left you."
Harry scanned the documents as the Chief Grounich explained and began to sign the papers.
"The third is optional. It is incase you wish to connect this one with all of your other vaults."
Harry froze in the middle of signing the second document and looked up,
"Vaults? I only have one vault, the Potter vault, right?"
Chief Grounich gave Harry an odd look,
"Did no one ever tell you, you have five vaults?"
Harry tensed with anger,
"No, no one ever told me that."
"The Potter vault is obvious, the Potters were descendants of Godric Gryffindor so you have the Gryffindor vault as well, then there's the Evans vault-"
"Evans? My mother was a muggle-born, why would she have a vault other than the Potter vault?"
Chief Grounich's face scrunch up in confusion, a truly hideous sight.
"Didn't Dumbledore ever tell you? Lily Evans wasn't a muggle, she was a pureblood."
"No, Dumbledore never told me that." Harry said, eyes narrowing in fury.
"Well, your mother was a pureblood adopted by a squib branch of the family when her parents died. Which leads to the next two vaults. The Evans were descendants of Merlin and Slytherin. You have their vaults as well."
Harry breathed deep to calm his self and finished his signature on the second document, which disappeared immediately along with the first one.
"So Mr. Potter, I assume that since you never knew about these vaults, that you never signed any papers allowing Dumbledore to use them freely or to set up accounts for a Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger with each receiving a hundred gold montly?"
Harry's jaw clenched, "No, I didn't."
Grounich's face contorted in anger and he began to yell in a different, rougher, language. After a few moments he calmed down and spoke in English again,
"Albus Dumbledore has just committed serious crimes and will be punished. But first I have a document that might interest you."
Harry raised an eyebrow but nodded for the goblin to continue.
"Since Dumbledore has been a bad guardian and has taken advantage of his position, you are now elgible to a document that will emancipate you from Dumbledore and legally make you an adult in the wizarding world. Would you be interested?"
Harry smiled, "I am very interested."
Another document appeared in front of Harry. He scanned it quickly before signing it. The paper glowed bright blue for a second before disappearing.
"Mr. Potter you will now be able to use magic outside of school and shall be considered an adult in the wizarding world. Also, I am sorry for the misfortune here with Dumbedore but I swear that anything and everything Dumbledore took shall be restored."
Harry nodded and looked down at the last document, the one that would connect all of his vaults. With only a seconds pause, Harry signed the document and saw it glow red before it disappeared as the others had.
Grounich reached into his desk and pulled out a long box and placed it in front of Harry. He opened it and revealed six beautiful rings.
"These rings show that you are the heir to all of these bloodlines."
As Harry put on the rings, each one magically fitting itself to his fingers, he asked something he had been wondering,
"Chief Grounich, what is my status in the wizarding world."
"With everything restored, you are the second richest in the wizarding world. You are right before the Malfoy family. Now here is a spell that will transfigure all the rings together into one which will show the crest of the most prominent bloodline, in your case Potter."
Grounich handed Harry a paper with two words written on it. He assumed the second was the counter charm.
"Solarium." Harry said as he waved his wand over the rings on his left hand. In the blink of an eye, all the rings became one on his middle finger with the Potter crest on it.
"Chief Grounich, I was wondering if you had anything equivalent to the muggle credit card?"
"We do. Your ring actually works as such. Most stores will have a device that will scan the ring and have the money instantly transferred, but we advise that it only be used in desperate or expensive cases."
Harry nodded, glancing down at his ring.
"I believe our meeting is finished." Grounich said.
Harry stood and bowed, "Thank you, Chief Grounich. This has been an enlightening evening."
Grounich nodded, "Till next time, Mr. Potter."
Harry left the room and was greeted by another goblin waiting for him outside.
"Hello, Mr. Potter. I am Tralon and I'm to take you to your vaults."
Harry walked out of Gringotts, blinking at the bright light, his money pouch heavy with galleons and muggle pounds. With only a seconds pause Harry went to a trunk store.
He walked around gazing at the various trunks when he found one. It was black with elegant silver designs all over. It had four locks, that reminded him of Mad Eye Moody's trunk.
"Lovely trunk. Has several built in protection and privacy spells. Four compartments with plenty of space. Unfortuneatly, this trunk refuses to be bought. It seems to be waiting for a certain master." Said an aged voice behind Harry.
He glanced briefly over his shoulder at the old man, he was balding and had blue eyes, much like Olivanders. Harry looked at the trunk again and reached out a hand. His hand hovered above the trunk for a few seconds before he let his hand drop onto it's surface.
For a few seconds the trunk vibrated, then it stilled.
"Well, I'll be damned." The old man behind him whispered. "Well, it appears that the trunk has finally chosen it's owner."
"How much?" Harry asked without taking his eyes off the trunk.
"Hmm, about 65 galleons and 7 sickles."
Harry handed him 70 galleons and said, "Have it delivered to this address."
Harry took out a piece of parchment and a muggle pen and wrote down the hotel address.
"Pleasure doing business with you Mr. Potter." The old man said, bowing as Harry left the store. Harry walked through the crowds, making sure to keep his hair over his scar, and out into muggle London.
Walking around, Harry found a store called Darkside Clothing and entered. A girl with a bright pink Mohawk came up to him and said,
"May I help you?"
Harry looked at this girl, who had several piercings on her ears and one on her nose and eyebrow, before smirking.
"It seems that I have a lot of money and I'm in need of a new wardrobe, yet no idea of what to buy. Can you help?"
The girl's eyes lit up and she smiled as she grabbed his arm and dragged him through the store.
It was an hour and 45 minutes later that Harry left the store, arms laden with bags, very few muggle pounds, and a new muggle friend, Sofia. He through his old clothes in a trash can, since Sofia had let him wear an outfit out.
After making him try on more than half the store, women's and men's, she had invited him to a party that was happening the next day. She told him to meet her at the store after her shift ended.
Harry walked down the streets, smiling slightly, and into the Leaky Cauldron. Once in there, Harry shrunk his bags and placed them in his pocket. He still had shopping to do.
He strut over to Madam Malkins and entered the store. He went straight up to a young girl working there and in a pureblood voice he spoke,
"I need 5 new school robes, 4 dress robes, one must be black and another emerald to match my eyes, and 7 casual robes, of any color."
The girl nodded frantically, writing it down on a piece of parchment.
"If you would please stand on the stool, I'll take your measurements." She said gesturing to the stool.
Harry looked over and say Draco Malfoy standing on one of them already and inwardly groaned. He had hoped he could avoid getting noticed.
He slid on the mask he had developed while waiting for Ron to fall asleep at the Black Manor. Harry walked over and stood on the stool, avoiding looking at Malfoy.
"Potter?!?!" he asked, incredously.
"Malfoy." Harry responded coolly, as a tape measurer began to measure him. He could practically feel Malfoy checking him out and the worse part was he didn't mind it at all.
"Since when do you dress like that?!" Malfoy said gesturing to Harry's skin tight black jeans and an equally tight emerald t-shirt with a black skull on it.
"You like Malfoy?" Harry asked running his hands down his body, smirking at the look in the Malfoy's eyes.
"So where are the Weasel and Mudblood?"
"I don't know but I hope they're in pain." Harry said, voice laced with fury.
"So, you finally found out then?"
Harry's head whipped around and he glared at Malfoy.
"You knew?!? Did it ever cross your mind to tell me?!"
"Would you have believed me?" Draco asked and Harry shook his head reluctantly.
"How long have you known, and how?"
"Since fourth year. Pansy, lovely girl with a talent for gossip, happen to over hear the Weasel and Mudblood talking about it. The whole school knew by the next day."
"Mr. Malfoy you are finished." The young girl said. Malfoy jumped off his stool and landed gracefully. He turned around and faced Harry.
"It seems Harry that you are in need of new friends." Malfoy said holding out his hand.
Harry smirked and took Mal-Draco's hand, "It seems that you would be right, Draco."
Draco smiled and headed towards the door, "See you at school, Harry."
Harry stood there wondering why his name sounded so much better when Draco said until he was told he could leave. He gave the more than enough to cover the cost and wrote down his hotel address once more.
"Have it delivered here." He said before leaving.
Harry made a "quick" stop at Flourish and Blotts. When he came out his pockets were heavier with shrunken book and his pouch quite a bit lighter.
Harry walked into Knockturn Alley, gazing around, when his eyes found a magical tattoo and piercing shop. Harry smirked, one more stop wouldn't hurt.
A/N: There. I finally retyped it -.- I promise the next chapter will come out much sooner! Please review! Thanks. .