"Well Harry it does seem you've been busy while in the Time Chamber, haven't you?" Ragnok said in Gobbledegook.
Harry had picked up Gobbledegook in his free time while in the Time Chamber along with several other languages, "Yes, quite busy."
"You'll be glad to know that I also have been busy going over your bank statements the past days and like you thought there were irregularities," Ragnok pulled out a pile of papers from his desk.
"Oh?"
"It seems that there have been regular withdrawals since the night your parents died, I assume you didn't know about this?" Ragnok asked.
"No, I did not!" Harry said.
"Though we did find that this money was transferred into a muggle bank for a Mr. Vernon Dursley to use," Ragnok said. "I understand that they are your guardians?"
"Yes, though they never used the money for me," Harry said.
"Would you like to make charges against them?" Ragnok asked casually.
"I'm not sure yet, make a note of it though, thank you"
"There have also been regular withdrawals into the accounts of Albus Dumbledore, The Phoenix, and Hogwarts."
"And this is all coming from my Trust Vault?" Harry asked.
Ragnok nodded, "Your Trust Vault started off at 100,000G, each month you live at the Dursley residence they receive 600 pounds. Albus Dumbledore, The Phoenix, and Hogwart's Vaults have been receiving yearly transfers of 3,000 from your Trust Vault since the death of your parents."
"Is there anything else?"
Ragnok looked at his paperwork, "A Mrs. Molly Weasley, Ginevra Weasley, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger. As far as we know the rest of the Weasley family are honorable people."
"Is there any way I can get my money back?" Harry asked.
"Just give me the word," Ragnok told him.
"I wish for you to return all the money that was taken from me except for the Mrs. Molly Weasley. I will take her up with her Head of House," Harry said finally.
It was silent for a moment so that Ragnok could give instructions to his inferiors then he turned to Harry, "It is done."
Harry nodded, "So Globtrak and I made a portfolio while in the Time Chamber…"
"Yes, he told me about that. Do you want to invest in anything else? Everything you're already investing in is doing well…"
"I do want to invest in one or two other things, but before we get into that Globtrak and I came up with an idea in the Time Chamber that we thought would be profitable," Harry said.
Harry had learned not only the goblin language while in the Time Chamber, but also what words grabbed their attention and one of them was "profitable". "Tell me more about this profitable idea, Harry," Ragnok said.
"Are you aware of credit cards?" Ragnok shook his head which shocked Harry for a moment, Ragnok always seemed to be so well versed in both Magical and Muggle economics. "Well muggles use credit cards and they are plastic cards that connect to their bank account so that they don't have to carry around large amounts of money or constantly go back to the bank."
"Interesting, but how would we be able to alter that so it works in the Magical world?" Ragnok asked.
"Globtrak and I got this covered as well," Harry said with a smile. "Instead of an electronic chip embedded in the card, there would be runes and a drop of blood."
"And how would the shops gather the money?" Ragnok asked.
"A simple transfer spell," Harry said. "Oh and did I forget to mention that banks usually have credit card fees?"
"No, you seem to forgotten that fact," Ragnok said dryly. "I think I will do more research on this."
"Good! I think it will be good for Gringotts," Harry said. "Now for my investments, I know they're all doing well, very good actually, but I'd like to invest in Microsoft. That company seems to be going only up."
"I will work on it," Ragnok said as he took down some notes. "Is there anything else you need?"
"I just need to go to my Trust Vault so that I can get some money for clothes and the like," Harry said.
"I'd recommend going into the Muggle world as well to get new clothes. Someone of your station should not be wearing those rags," Gesturing to the clothes he was wearing. "So after you get some money from your Trust Vault convert some into pounds."
"Good, I'll be back on my birthday," Harry said and bowed to Ragnok. "Let your wealth prosper Lord Ragnok."
"And your enemies die by your fist, Heir Potter."
A young goblin was waiting outside the door for Harry and escorted him towards the carts, "We are going down to your Trust Vault now Heir Potter."
"Yes, thank you, young goblin," Harry climbed into the cart and prepared himself for the rollercoaster ride.
The young goblin and Harry exited the cart after a few minutes of nearly nauseating turns and drops of the cart. They were deep within Gringotts, but nowhere near where the Time Chamber was or where the old pureblood Family Vaults were kept.
Like always Harry was stunned by his wealth since he had never had money of his own until he entered this world. He quickly put as many Galleons as he could fit in his money pouch as he could; he had a lot of shopping to do today.
Harry thanked the young goblin when they got to the lobby of Gringotts and made his way to the exchange desk, he didn't even bother to put his hood up. He had changed so much physically in the last 5 days that no one was going to recognize him. Exchanging enough money to buy him at least a new wardrobe in the muggle world, Harry set up to run his errands in Diagon Alley.
He needed a new trunk. Not just a school boy trunk, but a trunk that only he could get into and possibly one that had multiple compartments like the one Mad-Eye has. Harry walked down Main Street until he finally found the trunk store he had visited during his first trip to Diagon Alley on his 11th birthday: Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment.
When he walked in a bell sounded above the door. Once Harry came into the store he wasn't expecting to find a good trunk here, it looked as if the only thing they sold were telescopes and the random odd object, but soon Harry was broken from his thoughts, "Hello, what can I do for you today?"
"I bought my school trunk here 4 years ago and I was wondering if you can anymore, but more sophisticated?" Harry asked.
"You mean like a multiple compartment trunk?" The shop keeper asked.
Harry nodded, "That's exactly what I meant." He stopped, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I caught your name."
"Jeremy Wiseacre, it's nice to meet you."
"Likewise," Harry said. The shop keeper was probably expecting him to give his name, but he'd like to keep his identity hidden as long as possible. "So where are these trunks?"
"In the back room," He waved his hand for Harry to follow him. In a minute they were in a room that Harry hadn't seen when he'd entered the shop but was filled with different types of trunks. "These are all the trunks I keep in the shop. Occasionally I receive a custom order that I collaborate with others in the alley, but I'm the one who usually sells them."
Harry nodded and began to look around, "So you just keep the school trunks in the main part of your shop?"
"Yes, they are the cheapest, most can't afford these at all," He gave Harry a side-long glance at his clothing.
"Don't worry Mr. Wiseacre, I can guarantee to you that I will be able to afford a trunk from this shop."
Harry walked around the room but then felt a pull that told him to walk in a certain direct. He turned to the left and saw a mahogany trunk in the corner by itself covered in a layer of dust. Harry leaned down on his knees and brushed off the dust with his sleeves only to come face to face with the Potter Coat of Arms.
"Mr. Wiseacre, what do you know about this trunk?" Harry asked.
Mr. Wiseacre walked over to Harry, "Ah, that trunk was one of my grandfather's best pieces. It made for Lord Charlus Potter. My grandfather told my father and I that Lord Potter wanted a trunk that would keep his family safe in the event that they were ever attacked. A week before it was finished he was killed, but my grandfather finished it anyways. He was going to give it to the Lord James Potter, but he could never reach him and then my grandfather died."
"I'm sorry," Harry said in a strained voice that caused Mr. Wiseacre to look up.
"Yes, well the trunk has two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen that is stocked, library, dueling chamber, and then a place to put your school things," Mr. Wiseacre said.
"What security features does it have?" Harry asked.
"It's based on blood, so only a Potter can get in. Charlus was able to come to the shop to give a drop of blood before he died, so now the trunk can only open for a Potter," Mr. Wiseacre said sadly.
"I would like this trunk very much please," Harry said with emotion.
"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Mr. Wiseacre looked exasperated. "Only a Potter can enter that trunk."
"I know," Harry said simply.
Wiseacre either didn't hear him or didn't want to stop his speech because he kept talking, "And the only Potter alive today is Harry Potter who probably gets his trunks and clothes made in Italy or something like that."
"Oi! Why would I get my trunks made in Italy?" Harry asked.
Wiseacre stopped pacing and looked at Harry, "You-."
"Me. And I can personally tell you that I've never been outside of the UK, plus all my clothes are second hand from my whale of a cousin or from Madam Malkins, but today I have to get new clothes for when I'm presented in front of the Wizengamot next month."
Wiseacre gaped at him, "But you've been so friendly to me!"
"Why wouldn't I? You've been nothing but friendly to me, plus this trunk! While most might not see it as a big deal, I've never known my family and to know that my grandfather was taking extra measures to keep my family safe just," Harry didn't have words, he looked up at Mr. Wiseacre who was staring at him.
"They're wrong about you, the Daily Prophet. You aren't attention seeking at all. I'm not sure if Voldemort is back yet, I don't want him to be, but I do know that you are a good person," Mr. Wiseacre said.
"Thank you, now, how much do I owe you?" Harry asked.
"Don't you want to take a tour?"
"No, I'll look at it when I'm at my house," Harry gave the shop keeper a smile.
"Okay then, this trunk also has a built in feather light and shrinking charm on it. Just tap your wand if you want to shrink it," Mr. Wiseacre demonstrated and handed it to Harry. "There you are Mr. Potter. You don't owe me anything; your grandfather had already paid for it."
"Thank you," With that Harry walked from the back of the shop and out to the main street of Diagon Alley. He now needed to get his robes. Ragnok had told him there was a special section that Lords, Ladies, Heirs, and Heiresses went in Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions all he had to do was ask at the front desk.
When he walked into the robes shop there were only two people getting their robes fitted and a young woman at the counter reading a gossip magazine. Harry strode over to the counter and said firmly, "I am Heir Harry James Potter and I am in need of some robes."
The young woman placed the magazine so that Harry could see the inside of it subtly and there before him was a picture of himself from the Wand Weighing Ceremony last year. Harry pursed his lips and looked back at the young woman who gestured for him to follow her, "Follow me Heir Potter, I'll take you to Madam Malkin."
The back of the store was much more posh than the front, most likely to show off for the high-class customers that come into the shop. Harry was observing some of the fabrics around the store when he heard a middle-aged woman walk in, "Heir Potter," She curtsied."
Harry bowed and kissed the back of her knuckles, "Madam Malkins."
"Please call me Cynthia," And sat down across from him. "What can I do for you today?"
"I need a whole new wardrobe," Harry said in earnest.
Her eyebrows rose to her hairline, "'A whole new wardrobe'? Why ever would you need a new wardrobe?"
"I don't know what you've heard, but I've never had wizarding robes beside my Hogwarts and a set of dress robes we had to get for the Yule Ball this year," Harry said a little embarrassed. "What have you heard?"
"That you got everything at an Italian shop…" She said.
"That's what another guy said! I need to find the person spreading rumors about me," Harry frowned and laughed. "They're probably the ones that say I love flashing my scar around as well, aren't they?"
She nodded.
"Cynthia, would you like to famous for a scar that is a constant reminder of the death of your parents? To the rest of the world it may mean the disappearance of Voldemort, but to me, it's a reminder that I no longer have parents."
The seamstress looked like she was going to break down there and then. She was one of the biggest gossips in the alley and felt guilty now that she had been spreading horrible lies about the boy in front of her, "So you need a wardrobe?"
"Yes, but I'm not good at clothes shopping so I'm at your mercy," Harry said with a small laugh.
"Okay, how about we do this…"
After taking his measurements and selecting multiple colors, fabrics, and styles for his robes Harry was finally done after two agonizing hours.
"We're done?" Harry asked.
"Don't sound too enthusiastic, Heir Potter."
"I am just excited for my robes," He turned towards Cynthia and gave her a smile. "Thank you, Cynthia."
"You are welcome Heir Potter. I should have these ready for you in two hours," She smiled to him.
"I will see you then," He bowed to her and walked out of the shop.
Right after he walked out of the shop Cynthia Malkin tossed floo powder into her fireplace to talk to her old friend at the Owl Emporium, "Stacy! Stacy!"
"What Cynthia? I need to get back to the front desk!"
"Harry Potter is in the alley," Cynthia said.
"You mean the brat is showing his face in public?" Stacy gasped.
"Stacy!" Cynthia scolded. "The reason I know is because he was just in my shop."
"Shut up! Shut up!" Stacy said excitedly.
"Yes, but the thing is he need a whole new wardrobe and when I asked him about the Italian designers he asked me where those rumors came from that he's only ever had his school robes!"
"You're kidding!"
"That isn't all," Cynthia shook her head. "Say he hates his scar!"
"You're lying, now I know you're lying!" Stacy said.
"Wait, once you hear his reasoning you'll understand why. He says that to him it's a constant reminder of his parent's deaths!"
"Oh that poor dear! I've never thought of it that way!" Stacy said.
"Me neither! I felt like a horrible person! He became an orphan that night!" Cynthia said then she bit her lip. "We need to spread the word."
"What? How are we going to do that?" Stacy asked.
Cynthia sighed, "Talk to the other shop owners and customers, I don't know, I just feel so bad for the kid!"
"I'll try, sorry, I've got to go there's a customer!" Stacy took her head from the fireplace and walked back to the front counter to see a tall, dark haired young man, "Hello, what can I do for you?"
He looked at her, "I'm in need of some owl treats. My owl is rather fond of them and when I ran out at school she started pecking me half to death."
Stacy laughed, "Some owl you've got there."
"You can say that again," The young man said. Stacy turned away from her customer and reached for the treats on the shelf behind her.
She added up the price of the owl treats and just as he was leaving he said, "Thank you, …?"
"Stacy," She smiled.
"Thank you, Stacy."
He was almost out of the store when she yelled after the polite young man, "You're welcome,…?"
He gave her a crooked smile, "Harry Potter." With that he left the shop.
Stunned for a moment she didn't move from her spot. Cynthia had been right, Harry Potter wasn't a brat, he had polite and friendly with her, so she vowed to spread the word. She ran to the fireplace and threw some floo powder in, "Clara, Clara!" With that shop keeper all over the UK began to spread new rumors of Harry Potter.
Of course Harry Potter was blissfully unaware of this.
Harry's last stop in Diagon Alley was Flourish and Blotts. He had learned a lot over the past 10 years from his instructors, but he wanted more books to have with him in his trunk. He was going to make a large purchase. He approached the front desk where a young man was reading a muggle book. Harry cleared his throat, "Excuse me?"
The young man at the desk sat up straight for a moment, but when he saw Harry's robes he sank back in his chair, "Yeah, what do you want?"
"Your attention," Harry said.
The attendant glared at Harry, "I don't know who you think you are, but…"
"It shouldn't matter who I am. It shouldn't matter that I'm wearing rags at the moment while my clothes are getting tailored, now are you going to help me or do I have to talk to you manager?" Harry glared at the young man in front of him.
The young man scowled, "What would you like sir?"
"Thank you," Harry smiled. "I'm planning on making a large purchase today, so I was wondering if you have any sort of way to store those books while I shop."
The man pulled out a magazine from inside the table, "Just tap the book you wish to buy with your wand and when you're done come back to the register so that your books can be processed and put into a box."
Harry nodded to the man, "Thank you…?"
"Charles," He said curtly.
"Thank you, Charles," Harry said and went to sit on one of the couches nearby.
Harry immediately began marking DADA books, but also knew he couldn't have a library just full of DADA books, so he looked at books on the subjects he had studied in the Time Chamber as well as some he didn't like Healing and Herbology. He knew that Healing would come in useful at one point or another during the coming times against Voldemort, especially since Voldemort seemed to take some special interest in him for reasons unknown to him.
At just over 100 books Harry walked back up to the counter where Charles was reading his muggle book again. When he saw Harry approaching with the magazine and how many books there were he had to ask, "You sure you can afford all this, Mr…?"
"Potter," Harry said curtly, then he heard gasps around him. He had underestimated the amount of people in the shop. "and I can guarantee that I can afford the books."
Trying to make small talk with the Harry Potter he asked, "So why so many books?"
Harry rose one eyebrow, "Unlike what most people think I'm not lying about You-Know-Who being back," Charles gave him a look and he could tell there were eavesdroppers. "I don't want him to be back, he murdered my parents, but he is and I want to be prepared."
Charles nodded. That explained why there were no books on how to smile properly by Gilderoy Lockhart marked in the magazine. "Well your books are all packaged up!"
"Thank you Charles!" Harry said. "I've got to go to Madam Malkins now, she's got my new robes."
"Bye," Charles waved after Harry and then he too ran to his fireplace. "Stacy! Stacy!"
"Charles? Oh! Let me guess! You met Harry Potter?" Stacy said.
"Yes! He isn't anything like the Prophet says he is at all!" Charles exclaimed.
"Not at all. Cynthia and I are going to start spreading the word; I encourage you to do the same. That boy is going to need all the support he can get."
"Okay, I will, I've got to go, customers are waiting!"
Another was helping towards Harry's benefit.
Harry entered Madam Malkin's shop and was immediately accosted by her, "Heir Potter! Good to see you, I of course have your robes ready for you."
"Thank you Cynthia," Harry bowed his head towards her.
"It's just my job and a pleasure to do one for someone like you," Harry blushed. "Now I assume you still have more errands to run?"
Harry nodded, "I'm going to London to buy some muggle clothes."
She winced, "Make sure you have someone help you with that, okay?" Harry laughed. "Try to fit in a haircut as well."
"Yes, ma'am!" Harry said.
Harry left the shop with a smile on his face, but when he got into the alley he saw that it was busier than usual and that meant while he would blend into the crowd, it would take him longer to get to the Leaky Cauldron.
He kept his head down and eyes averted from everyone and everything, no one seemed to notice him and when he finally reached the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron he was almost singing with joy. There weren't many people within the pub, so Harry blasted through and made his way to the muggle world. He could afford the best, so he was going to get the best.
He went to an expensive department store he'd once heard his aunt talking about and went to the Men's Department. When he got there, there were only two young ladies, but Harry had promised Madam Malkin that he would seek help while shopping, so he walked up, "Excuse me?"
They both looked at him, "Yes?"
"I am in need of a whole new wardrobe," The girls' eyes alighted with joy. "Would you ladies be willing to help me, I confess I am hopeless when it comes to clothes."
"Yes!" Both girls said.
"I'm Harry Potter," Harry said.
The blond said, "I'm Amy and this," Pointing to the brunette, "Is Jennifer."
"Nice to meet you both, shall we get started?" Harry asked, rubbing his hands together.
Clothe shopping in the Muggle world was much harder than in the Wizarding world. All you had to do at Madam Malkin's was stand there while she measured you. Shopping with Amy and Jennifer was a workout.
After a few hours of running around the Men's Department and trying on clothes Harry had finished his shopping with three pairs of jeans, five t-shirts, five jumpers, five button ups, three dress pants, a leather jacket, three pairs of shorts, two pairs of sweatpants, two sweatshirts, two pairs of dress shoes, trainers, sandals, underwear, and socks.
"Do you think I have enough clothes to last me a while, ladies?" Harry asked.
The two girls nodded, "Though it's too bad you won't have a reason to come back and see us," Amy pouted.
Harry looked at their sad faces, "I'm sorry ladies, but I'm basically on house arrest for the rest of the summer and then I go to boarding school in Scotland."
"We know," Jennifer said. "But if you're ever in the neighborhood, come and say a quick…hello," She giggled.
"I will," Harry winked at her. "Now can either of you recommend a hair dresser?"
"Oh, our friend Jessica works at one across the way. It's called Men's Cuts weird name, but they actually do good jobs on guy's hair," Amy said and Jennifer nodded.
"Well then, I will take my bags and be on my way there. Good-bye!" Harry called.
Harry walked out of the department store feeling good about himself. He hadn't changed into any of his new clothes yet, but he knew that once he did it would be like a new him. The street the hairdressers was on was busy, but when he entered Jessica was already waiting for him.
"I can see what they mean, your hair is just a mop," Jessica said and then she pulled him to the back of the shop where her seat was. "I usually ask people what type of hairstyle they want, but from the looks of it you haven't had a haircut in years and probably wouldn't know which end of the scissors to start cutting with! So it's going to be a surprise."
By the look of alarm on his face she sighed, "I'm not going to dye your hair pink or cut it weirdly, I'm going to make it look manageable at least, okay?" Harry nodded warily. "Good now let's wash your hair."
It was half an hour later before Harry was even brave enough to look in the mirror and that was only because Jessica had told him that she was done. When he took a look in the mirror it was like seeing a different person. This haircut made him look like the person he needed to live up to, the person that was going to play a major role in the upcoming role, in the Wizengamot because he had the possibility of becoming an Original, and just being a better person in general.
"I love it, thank you Jessica," Harry said. He paid her and gave her a huge tip.
After this past week Harry was a changed person. Harry called the Knight Bus and rode it back to Privet Drive.