Harry had never been one for sitting around and waiting for things to happen. So upon waking later in the evening of the day that he found himself in the past, and finding that yes, he was still stuck in his thirteen year old body, he decided he should get started on everything he would need to do before Hogwarts started back up in a few weeks. So, after washing his face and changing into some clean clothing (which had to be shrunk to fit his younger body), Harry took out the folder that Hermione had left in his storage.

Padding bare foot to the kitchen, Harry set the folder down on the empty dining table and proceeded to making himself some dinner. Faltering momentarily when he realized he had set out enough to make dinner for three, Harry replaced the excess in the cupboards and finished his preparation. Finally sitting at the table with his sandwich and crisps, Harry pulled the folder towards himself and began researching his new life.

Raleigh James Locke had apparently been born on July 5th 1980 to Warner and Jewell Locke. He had lived a happy childhood and had been homeschooled until both of his parents had died in a potions accident at the beginning of the summer. The real Jewell Locke had her Mastery in Potions and she and Warner Locke truly had died in a potions accident. Since their death Raleigh had lived on his own, but he would need to go to Gringotts soon in order to accept his inheritance and find out how he was to continue his schooling.

There was more to the packet that Hermione had left him, but she had left a note saying that he could give the rest of the documents to the goblins and they would be able to take care of the rest. With a relieved sigh, Harry closed the folder and pushed it to the side for now.

Washing his plate at the sink, Harry tried planning where he was to go from here.

Obviously he needed to go to Gringotts in the morning to begin setting up his identity. Then he would need to see about getting accepted into Hogwarts, which might be something that the goblins could help with anyway. Maybe while he was at Gringotts he could feel them out about the fact that there was a Horcrux inside their bank. Of course, them being goblins, so long as they were making money they probably wouldn't care about it.

If he remembered correctly, then August before his third year was when he blew up Aunt Marge and stayed in the Leaky Cauldron for a few weeks before school. Which meant that this timeline's Harry Potter was either already there or soon would be. If Harry from the old timeline, or Jim as Luna said she wanted him to call himself, wanted to be part of the action, then there was nowhere closer than by being near Harry Potter.

Deciding on his plan of action, and deciding to get started early the next morning, Jim put the dishes away and retired to the sitting room and his favorite chair to start fulfilling Hermione's request that he study some of the books they had sent with him.

It wasn't until he was just about to sit in the chair that he happened to look up and see the new picture that had been placed on the wall. Apparently Hermione and Luna had found a picture of the three of them from before The Fall. The Whomping Willow was waving merrily in the background, and standing in front of it was Hermione hugging Harry's right arm close to her side while Luna did the same on the other side. All three of them were smiling widely at the camera, every now and then Hermione would glance at Harry and blush prettily before going back to smiling. Luna would switch between smiling fondly at Harry and gazing off into the background at something only she could see.

With a sigh, Jim turned his chair around and sat gazing at the picture. Studying would wait.

Seven in the morning found the newly christened Jim Locke strolling up the steps outside of Gringotts. He had woke early that morning and packed everything away quickly, forgoing breakfast for getting things done quicker, he had apparated straight to the apparition point in Diagon Alley. Thankfully there had not been anyone nearby to wonder how a child was apparating at all. He was dressed in a clean muggle shirt and jeans and holding the folder that he needed for his new identity. Everything else he owned, including the tent was packed away neatly on his storage once more.

Upon entering Gringotts, Jim found that business was quite slow, most likely due to how early it was. Striding up to the first open teller he saw, he placed the folder on the counter and waited to be noticed.

"What do you want wizard," the goblin asked as he leaned forward to inspect the folder.

"I was told to come here so that I could inspect my inheritance," Jim said slowly, "I need to figure out where to go from here."

The goblin sat back as he perused the contents of the folder. "I was unaware that there was a scion of the Locke family." He said.

"Nevertheless," Jim said with a grin, "here I am."

Inwardly, Jim felt his adrenaline start pumping. Everything hinged on his identity being accepted. Without the Locke family name he would have no access to the vaults, and there would be no way for him to get accepted into Hogwarts.

The goblin stared closely at him for nearly a minute. About the time that Jim felt he needed to say something, the goblin bared his teeth at him as he gently placed the folder back on the counter.

"Indeed." the goblin said, "Do you have your vault key?"

Jim happily produced the key from his pocket, glad that Hermione had left it and a few other needed supplies in a separate baggie for him. The goblin took the key from him and turned it over in his fingers as a light blue light began to emanate from the item.

"Very good" the goblin said as he hailed a cart driver, "Ripclaw here will take you down to your vault, while I send off these forms. By the time you come back we'll have you enrolled in Hogwarts for the coming term."

Jim just barely restrained himself from sighing in relief as he turned to follow Ripclaw. A quick rollercoaster of a cart ride later and he was standing in front of a vault that he had never seen or used before in his previous timeline.

The vault itself wasn't fancy at all, in fact, other than a couple of nearly empty bookshelves and a cupboard full of potions equipment, the rest of the vault only contained the moderate pile of galleons. Jim helped himself to about 500 galleons, figuring that would be more than enough for whatever supplies he might need for the coming year.

Another nausea inducing ride on the mine cart of doom and Jim found himself parked back in front of the same teller that he had seen before.

"We've gotten you enrolled now, and fulfilled a couple of the other requests that were in your packet there." The goblin said, "Your acceptance letter is in there, as well as a ribbon that we've used as the requested portkey to get you back to your home."

Taking the packet from the goblin, Jim thanked him as he took two steps away from the counter before turning away and leaving the bank.

Feeling slightly exhilarated that his trip had proved fruitful, Jim stopped at Florean Fortescue's for a small vanilla cone as a reward to himself. The girls would have laughed at him as there had been a time, especially that time on the train before first year, that he had had a major sweet tooth. After years on the run with little to no access to sweets, not to mention his best friend being the daughter of two strict dentists, Jim found that even the small vanilla cone was too much sugar.

Jim finished nearly all of the treat; wiping his hands on a napkin he deposited the rest into a nearby garbage bin. Waving to Mr. Fortescue, he returned to the alley and headed towards the Leaky Cauldron to get a room for the rest of the time until he had to get on the express. If he remembered correctly, Harry would soon arrive after blowing up Aunt Marge.