DISCLAIMER: I am not the creator of Harry Potter, sorry… That would be the lovely J

DISCLAIMER: I am not the creator of Harry Potter, sorry… That would be the lovely J.K. Rowling!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE REVIEWS!! No, I haven't abandoned this story!! I am so sorry about the delay!! I have started a new story called: Please Love Me. If you want to check it out just head to my profile and it will be there! Once again I am very sorry for the wait! And after that I really don't know what else to say here except: enjoy the thirteenth chapter!

Chapter Thirteen: Lamborghinis?!

After the "chat" in the sitting room Harry went upstairs and changed into some day clothes. When he came back down he was wearing one of Dudley's old, faded blue t-shirt and hole infected jeans that, even though Dudley had them when he was maybe twelve, were two sizes too big. Lily took one look at her son and sighed in anger.

"What's the matter, mum?" Harry asked.

"We're getting you some real clothes while we're out today," she told him.

"We're going out today?" Harry inquired.

"Yeah, well when your friends mentioned that they were going to Diagon Alley we remembered that we need to go too," James told him.

"And what better day to go than when your friends are going too," Lily smiled.

"Oh okay then," Harry said. "When are we leaving?"

"As soon as your lazy bum of a father finally decides to get dressed," Lily teased.

"I'm moving, I'm moving," James told her heading for the stairs.

"Go get your shoes on, love," Lily said to Harry, who nodded and headed up the stairs after his father.

Once upstairs Harry made his way to his room. When he got into his bedroom he located his trainers and pulled them on, lacing them tight. He was so excited. He couldn't imagine anything better than going to Diagon Alley with his parents. However, he wondered how his parents were going to know what he needed, since he hadn't received his Hogwarts letter yet. He decided to go ask.

"Hey, mum?" he asked once he made it back downstairs.

"Hm?" his mother's voice sounded.

"Er… how do you know what I need in Diagon Alley? My school list hasn't come yet has it?"

"No it hasn't. And I doubt it will," Lily responded, confusing Harry further. Then, upon noticing her son's bewildered expression, added, "Don't worry you'll understand in time. And I know exactly what you need for school this year, love."

"O-okay then," Harry said uncertainly.

"All right!" James said hopping suddenly into the room. "Are we ready?"

"I am. How about you, sweetheart? You all set?"

"Uh huh," Harry nodded.

"Good! Now your father and I are going to have to change our appearance because Dumbledore doesn't want the Wizarding World to know of our return quite yet, all right?"

"Okay," Harry agreed.

"But we won't have to do so until we get to the Leaky Cauldron," Lily said.

"Okay," Harry agreed.

"All right! Is every body ready?" James asked. He received two nods. "Then, let's go!" He sounded excited, as if he hadn't been outside in a long time.

They stood at the fireplace. James tossed the floo powder into the hearth. "We're going to floo to the Grimwald Place first because we'll have to get you some muggle clothing too. Plus, it will make us less conspicuous," James told his son with a wink.

Harry grinned at his father. He was glad they were going to muggle shopping first. He wasn't sure if he could handle the Wizarding World yet, but maybe if they worked their way up it wouldn't be so bad. The three of them stepped one by one into the fireplace and whisked away to The Grimwald Place.

When they landed a familiar sight met Harry's eyes. The dreary sinister of the walls wasn't something Harry would forget anytime soon. The baleful aged house elf in the corner, muttering to himself wasn't something Harry would forget anytime soon either. He scrunched up his face in disgust at the creature. He had never had a reason to bare ill will toward the pitiful creature until now. If it hadn't been for that old elf Harry wouldn't have gone to the Department of Mysteries and he wouldn't have lost Sirius through the veil. Of course if Sirius hadn't gone through that veil he wouldn't have found Harry's parents and they wouldn't be with him now. It was kind of funny how things like that worked out. That truth alone was probably the only thing that was keeping Harry from jumping at the loathsome beast and beating the holy living crap out of him.

"Ready to go, son?" James asked, a little concern at the plethora of emotion running across Harry's face. 'Wow… you can read his emotions like a book.'

"Huh? Oh… er… Yeah! I'm ready," Harry replied with a blush. Ginny had always told him how easily his emotions could be read. She compared it to reading a book. Now he assumed his father would be having the same thought.

"Well, let's not waste any more time, then!" his mother said eagerly. "I can't wait to get you some decent clothes. Just you wait; next year you'll be the best-dressed kid at Hogwarts! I'm sure we could find some lovely jumpers to match your eyes. I know exactly what colors to look for, and naturally so, since I'm the one you inherited your emerald stare from! We can get anything you'd like and naturally we…" Lily continued to babble as they walked out of the house. James looked at his son and rolled his eyes behind his wife's back.

"Be careful," he muttered to Harry. "She may want to get your hair and nails done too!"

Harry bit his lip to try to keep himself from laughing. His mother didn't seem to notice and just kept on walking, prattling away.

The made their way into town and entered the first shop. Lily led the way to the teen boys' section and started skimming a rack of shirts. Every now and again she would place something over her arm. When, she had scanned her way through the whole rack she turned suddenly and looked at Harry, who looked at her with a bewildered expression.

"I'm going to hold up each shirt and I want you to either nod or shake your head at whether you like it okay?" Lily told him; as though it was the most important thing he would ever do in his life. He nodded in acceptance.

Harry did as he was told until he had gotten all the way through the giant stack of shirts. They repeated this with pants and dress clothes. They left the store with a good four or five bag stuffed with clothes. Harry had almost choked on his tongue at the price, but his parent merely handed over the muggle money and left the store with their head held high.

"That was an awful lot of money," Harry said guiltily.

"Was it?" James asked.

"Well, yeah," Harry said as if it were obvious. "People don't normally pay almost 400 pounds without breaking a sweat!"

"Harry, your father's family is… well, how do I put this? Um… very… very well off," Lily explained. "Don't worry it took me a while to get used to the spending costs as well."

"What do you mean by… er… well off?" Harry asked.

"Well name an expensive car," James said.

"Er… Lamborghini?"

"Good," James replied. "Now you see we could very well buy about six custom built Lamborghinis and still not cause a dent in our spending money."

Harry's mouth dropped. He had seen the small fortune in his vault right before his first year but it couldn't have tackled that! "S-since w-when?"

"Er… well since… forever really," James replied.

"The vault I saw before my first year was nothing like that at all," Harry told him.

"Did you think we would keep all that money in one place?"

"Oh… er… no I guess not."

"However, every time you took money from the vault you went to that amount was transferred from another vault back into that one so it would seem like nothing had been taken from it to begin with. You would have gained access to the other vault when you became of age," James explained.

"Whoa…" Harry couldn't exactly think of anything else to say.

"I know!" Lily said. "It's a lot to take in at one time!"

They entered the next shop. It was a shoe store. Lily took off at once, picking a shoe in every color. They left the store with a shoe for nearly every outfit they had bought at the previous store. Harry was still feeling guilty at the price but not nearly as bad as before. If they could afford Lamborghinis, then surly 300 pounds in shoes wasn't bad, right?

A/N: Hey once again I'm so sorry about the delay!! I hope you liked the chapter! Please review and hopefully the next chapter will come much, much sooner!!