With the static of their reappearance, Rose found herself blinking away the lights in front of a large marble bank. Its' sign read Gringotts, and she was about to read a sign by the door before her excited thunderbird made her enter.
Rose walked them to a line of people, and Harry played with her hair as they waited.
When the line emptied, they stepped forward. Rose realised that she had no idea what she was doing, but Harry had it covered.
He trilled, and the Goblin looked at him curiously.
"I see. And does Ms. Potter have her key?" it asked.
Harry dropped the key in front of her, heaven knows when he grabbed it or from where.
She took it. "Is this it?" she asked.
The Goblin took it and inspected the thing for a moment, before nodding. "Griphook will take you to your vault." it said at last, handing the key back.
She thanked the goblin and followed another through a door and into the bank.
They slipped into a cart that rushed down the tunnels with ease, Roise whooping in joy as she rode. Harry smiled indulgently, but remained on the other chair, talons gripped firmly.
"Here is your vault." Griphook declared, before walking up to the large doors.
He slid his finger along the center, and it unlocked. "Anyone but a Goblin tries that, they'll be stuck inside."
Rose was too awed by the massive pile of gold coins in froint of her. "What is all of this?"
Griphook was indulgent. "The copper ones are Knuts, silver are Sickles, gold are Galleons. 29 Knuts to a Sickle, 17 Sickles to a Galleon."
Rose noticed the overwhelming majority were Galleons, and swallowed. "On a scale of one to ten, how much moeny is this compared to an average person?"
The goblin smirked. "You'd break the scale."
Harry, thankfully, managed to make a small bag appear and gestured for her to fill it up.
She failed miserably at actually filling it, as handful after handful disappeared into the bag. She seemed surprised time after time, iuntil she finally just gave up and closed the bag.
"Alright Harry, let's go." she called.
He complied, and they were off.
They left the bank with thanks to Griphook, and Harry carefully pointed her towards everything she needed, helping her with her every need.
At last, she got to the last item on her list, a wand.
Harry pointed her to Ollivander's, and she entered with him on her shoulder.
"Ah, Miss Potter. I wondered when I'd see you here."
Rose jumped and whipped around to face him.
"I remember your parents like it was yesterday. Your father had a... is that a Thunderbird?" he asked.
Rose nodded, as did Harry.
"He matches your coloring... and he is quite a strong one."
Harry flew over to the dusty counter, and shook loose a feather. It glowed bright with energy, and Ollivander looked quite awed.
"He wants me to build you a wand." Ollivander remarked. "I've always been fascinated by such creatures. They seem to know us as well as ourselves, if not more. Tell me..."
"Harry." Rose supplied.
"Ah, my thanks, Miss Potter. Tell me, Harry. What wood would you prefer for Miss Potter to have your feather reside in?"
Harry knew just the one, and he floated back to grab the wand he knew would have it.
Ollivander had quite an interesting expression when he retrieved that particular wand, and Harry knew quite well why.
"Holly and Phoenix Feather." he said softly. "The phoenix that donated this feather donated one other. Just one other. The other resides in the wand that gave you that scar."
"My scar? My aunt and uncle told me it was from my parents getting into a car crash."
Ollivander seemed surprised at this, but he was a quick thinker. "Well, that story isn't correct in the least. James and Lily Potter were killed by the Dark Lord. We do not speak his name. He then turned his wand to you, and cast a curse that is to kill instantly, and no shield can block it. You survived, with only a scar."
Rose was absolutely shocked. It was somewhat easy to see her relatives lying to her, but this was a truth she hadn't expected.
"I'm afraid, Ms. Potter, that you have become reknowned for this. You have gained the title of The Girl-Who-Lived, and people will be watching for you. Always."
"Thank you for telling me, Mr. Ollivander."
"Another thing? I'll have your wand finished in a few days. It'll be a bit longer than average because of the new Hogwarts students. Please come by and pick it up."
Rose nodded, and Harry flashed the two of them home. Her school supplies were safely tucked in her pouch, which hung lightly from her neck by a leather cord.
"That was crazy." Rose said with a sigh, laying on her bed. "Did you know about all of that?" she asked.
Harry begrudgingly nodded. He couldn't lie to her.
She laughed. "You know everything." she replied.
Harry shook his head, but he was a little hesitant to completely disagree all of a sudden. He knew... a lot. Too much. Hell, without the Deathly Hallows, he wouldn't be able to remember all of his life. A brain can only store so much, after all.
The Resurrection Stone gave him the ability to store his memories, almost like a pensieve, only they would stay clear in his mind as long as he wore it. It was also an excellent defense against being obliviated, which was a rare necessity.
It wasn't a big deal, as he could keep all of his memories in his brain if he wanted to, it would just get messier without constantly practicing Occlumency. The Ring basically negated the need to sort his memories every day, and was altogether a lot more useful than he had originally assumed with its' intended purpose of summoning shades.
He flashed her some food in an instant, and pointed her towards the part of the letter on the desk that said she needed to write back if she wanted to go.
She blushed, but took a bite of a sandwich. "Hey, Harry?"
The thunderbird turned to look at her.
"I know we bought the stuff and everything, but I was wondering if I should really go to Hogwarts. Are there other schools?"
Harry moved his wing under his chin to think, which made her laugh, before shrugging. He grabbed a pen.
"Hogwarts is a great place. It will feel like home, and I can already point you to a few great friends. There are other schools outside of Britain. I don't know much about them, but you may like them. France and North America are good ones too, but Hogwarts is the only one I'm super familiar with." she read his words aloud.
"What are they called?" she asked curiously.
"France is Beauxbatons, and it's all girl I think. North America has Ilvermoney, I think it's called."
She thought for a moment, before agreeing with him. "If you already know who I can get along with in Hogwarts, I think that sounds like a good idea."
Harry nuzzled into her neck reassuringly, and she smiled.