A/N: I must say that I am impressed with the amount of reviews that this fic has already gotten. I have already hit the mark with this fic and I just posted it two hours ago! I thank you for your continued support and hope that you all enjoy this chapter.

PS. I know that it may seem wrong of me to do the reviews thing, but think for a second, would you continue a fic if you did not know whether or not it was worth it and the people liked it. And, besides, I think that I am being perfectly reasonable in the amount of reviews that I am asking for to make a new chapter and post it.

Now, after that little tirade, I hope that you sincerely enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 2

Harry, James, and Daniel headed to Gringotts first once they had gotten to Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley was a shop street that had the school supplies for Hogwarts as well as several bookstores for them to get new books from.

Harry briefly glanced at the severed heads that were on the pikes and then walked through the doors with a more noticeable confidence to his step. It wouldn't do to have the goblins doubt him, after all.

Harry walked up to the teller and said in Gobbledegook, "I am here to see my vaults, take me to them before I remove my gold."

It was always better to intimidate the goblins before they could get the drop on you. It was one of the key rules in their politics.

The goblin looked up from what he was doing, which was counting jewels, and had a startled and bewildered look on his face as he looked up at Harry.

"Who are you to order me around, human?" The goblin sneered at him in his native langauge.

Harry responded in the same tongue, "I am the heir to the Potter family fortune, the one that you are so desperate to keep your hands on. So, I would watch your tone. I wonder what I could ask of your superiors for this insult? A better interest rate, more money, a seizure of your clan funding, or even a goblin woman from your clan." Harry responded.

The goblin gave a low growl at that last one, taking a goblin's mate was the ultimate insult.

"Fine then, human, you will get there," The goblin said.

"Excellent, I am glad that we have reached a reasonable agreement here." Harry said with a smirk on his face as he clapped the goblin in the back.

The goblin grumbled as he felt the hand on his back, but did nothing to remove it since he knew the consequences for him and his clan would be dire.

"Right this way, please," The goblin said with a forced smile.

Harry nodded and motioned for his family to follow him and get in the car that the goblin was getting in.

The cart ride was just as exciting as ever. Harry just stayed there calmly while his families gripped the handles of the cart like it was their last hold on life.

They stopped at vault 309 and continued to the door once James and Daniel had gotten their bearings back from the cart ride.

"Whoa," James said, it never got tired or used to it for the cart ride down, if anything, it just got worse.

"Really? You like brooms but you cannot stand the carts." Harry said with a roll of his eyes. That was almost too pathetic for him to say.

James pouted at the comparison.

Daniel then exclaimed, "Brooms are nothing compared to those monstrosities."

James then nodded in agreement to his son's sentiment.

Harry just shook his head, he would never understand those two and their attachments to those flying monstrosities.

"I need one Gringotts standard bag." Harry said to the goblin.

The goblin scowled, they had thought that they had removed everything about those from the record, but, since Gringotts had an obligation to give the clientele the bags, they were in a precarious situation and the goblin had no choice but to hand the bag over.

Harry went into the vault with his family and then commanded, "Take as much money as you can out of the vault and put it in the bag."

Daniel shrugged and followed the directions while the father was more suspicious.

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After they had gotten the gold, the group left and got to Diagon Alley shopping finally.

"I have been waiting so long for this day." Daniel exclaimed happily.

"What do you mean, I go to diagon all the time with mom?" Harry said with a shrug.

With his mom, he felt better when he used informal, but, with his dad, he felt better if he was more formal. It was barely noticeable, but it was a good example of the distance between the group.

"You do? I haven't gone yet!" Daniel exclaimed with a fierce glare at his dad.

James looked sheepish and shrugged, "You never said that you wanted to go."

Harry chuckled, "Where do you want to go first?"

Daniel looked for something and then finally found it a few minutes later.

"There it is!" He exclaimed happily.

Daniel then rushed off and left Harry and James to follow him.

When they got there, they could see what got Daniel excited and Harry had to admit that he was excited at the prospect as well.

"Who's getting the wand first?" James asked with a sigh. He should have known this would happen.

"I'll go first." Harry offered.

Harry stepped through the door and looked around, trying to spot Ollivander.

"Ah, a customer," A voice exclaimed from behind.

By instinct, Harry brought a dagger out and held it in front of an old man with a beard.

"Now, now, I am Ollivander, no reason to be so jumpy with me." He joked around.

Harry wasn't in the mood.

"Now, your wand should be rather quick, and, I must admit, I am intrigued at what could get you the powerful connection that you have with your wand. I have not seen anything like it." Ollivander said as he stroked his beard.

"What is it?" Harry asked, while inwardly praising every deity he could think of that he did not have to wait for hours on end.

"It is called the dark elder wand. It was made in 1491 in Spain to combat the Elder wand that was in the French King's hands at the time. The moors figured out how to recreate it and then used it to fight off King Charles' wand. It is said to have the abilities of the elder wand and even the power of it. Be careful how you use this wand, Mr. Potter." Ollivander said as he walked away brisquely.

Harry bought all of the other school supplies for him and his family and then put them in the bag.

Harry stepped out of the apothecary and went over to Madam Malkins for some robes afterwards. He caught sight of a young girl that was his age getting fit for dark silver and black robes.

"Hi, my name's Harry," Harry said politely, trying to break the ice between them.

"Dianna," She said with a smirk as she held out her hand for him to kiss.

Harry kissed the hand and then took a step back to see her reaction.

"What are you here for?" She asked.

"I'm here for my Hogwarts robes." Harry said with a shrug.

"Hogwarts, that is the pathetic school, correct?" Dianna asked.

"Not sure if it can be called pathetic, but, yes," Harry said with a shrug.

"Oh, please, even Beaubatons is better than it! Of course, I go to the very best, Durmstraung," She said haughtily.

Before Harry could ask anything else, he was called away by his father and brother.

Little did he know that the seeds of doubt had been planted in his head.

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