After a strange occurrence with Luna Lovegood, Harry sat in a still compartment on the train he had found himself, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Neville occupying. After an episode with Malfoy and his cronies which involved a bunch of Hufflepuffs sticking up for him. Including Susan Bones.

The young girl was holding fascination to him. After all what was going on there? Invites to a ball?

Harry only knew the basics about her, after all. She was a pureblood. Her aunt was Head of the DMLE. Both her parents had been killed by Voldemort. In reality that really wasn't a lot.

Hermione gave him a curious look, but obviously decided not to say anything, probably thinking that the look of pondering on his face had to do with Sirius, and none of his friends had yet to say anything about Sirius and his demise.

Ron was talking about Quidditch, and Harry gave nods every now and then, however he was almost entirely vacant. Neville and Hermione both hated Quidditch, at least playing it, and growing up with six older brothers she got sick of the subject of sports in general very quickly. So in reality he was talking to himself.

Finally the Hogwarts Express stopped at the station. Quickly the students and ex-students exited the train, carrying their trunks with them, eager to get out of school and get into summer.

Walking off the train, dragging behind his friends Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. He whirled around quickly. "Harry. If you need anything this summer feel free to talk to me. Whatever it is. Whenever." Luna gave a smile as she appeared out of nowhere.

"I'm fine." Harry said, although both he and Luna knew he was lying. "But thanks."

He gave a slight smile before walking out of the train finally and stepping onto the platform. He, Ron and Hermione crossed the border to the Muggle part of Kings Cross.

After greeting the Weasleys, Harry noticed that they were all surrounded by members of the Order. Who decided that it would be a flipping fantastic time to threaten his uncle and aunt.

Seeing his Uncle Vernon's blood rush to his face he was very grateful when Moody turned to him. "So Potter . . . give us a shout if you need us. If we don't hear from you in three days in a row, we'll send someone along. . ."

At Aunt Petunia's whimper, Moody, Lupin, Mrs Weasley, Ron and Hermione said goodbye. Harry said goodbye, and with a smile at his obviously scared relatives followed them to their car. Maybe he could have a bit of fun this summer.

In another corner of the world, Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, going over some Gringotts papers.

Molly Weasley had just reported back to him that they had successfully threatened the boys Uncle and Aunt. That should keep the brat from whining to the Weasley boy or the Muggleborn about how he was 'neglected' at the Dursleys.

Keep the media quiet, social justice quiet. After all, technically all he had wanted was for the boy to have some mental neglecting, not physical. Although a hit here and there never hurt a child. Dumbledore shook his head, his half moon glasses glinting next to him. There was exactly 5026 galleons missing from this months payment. Honestly goblins.

He quickly penned a letter directly to the Director of Gringotts, Ragnok. The Potter vault currently owed him a couple of galleons, and the British branch of Gringotts was going to get him it.

Harry Potter sat in his bedroom, looking at the invite to the ball he had received from Susan.

Last night he had attempted to find something in his History of Magic textbooks, but to his disappointment the only mention of Lords was talking about an ancient Prewett Lord who had helped the goblins in their 'unworthy fight for justice'.

So he was turning to someone he knew he could trust.

Ron would probably think he was rubbing in his wealth or something, he didn't know Ginny too well (and she might let it slip to Ron). Hermione was a muggleborn, with no wizarding name and Luna . . . was a bit different, and she would probably give him an answer along those lines. His only option was Neville.

The boy had grown up pureblood, and he appeared to know other purebloods around the school (from what Harry had observed) and his parents had been friends with Harry's own.

His letter was only slightly formal.

Dear Neville,

Hey mate. How your summer going?

Sorry to spring a question on you like this, but I was wondering if you knew anything about Wizarding Lords and Houses? Someone at school mentioned it and I was curious.

Thanks, Harry

While Harry waited for a reply he got a kickstart on his school homework. Okay, he continued to stalk his History of Magic books, and old editions of the Daily Prophet, attempting to find something out about these 'Lords'. All he managed to find in the Prophet was an ad.

'Lord and Lady Gaudet are currently searching for a nanny for their granddaughter. They can be contacted at the Ministry of Magic's Department of Nobility, via their assistant, Miss Leila Adrette.'

Frowning with curiosity Harry examined it only to find an annoyed white snow owl pecking at his window. "Sorry girl." He said, standing up to open the window and letting his owl in.

Stroking her feathers he took the package attached to her feet off her, and unwrapped the parcel.

Inside was a letter and a book. Assuming the letter would contain the information he desired, he opened that first and started reading.

Harry!

It's good to hear from you. My summers okay so far - my Gran is driving me mad already, but I have received offers to get out of some time with her. How's your aunts?

I was kind of surprise when you asked me that, but I talked to Gran and she was shocked. She would like you to come over next Wednesday, 4.30 pm. She also sent that book over, something about a young Lord at least knowing the basics?

Anyway, you don't have to come over, but I guess it could be fun. Write back?

N.

With that Harry found himself pondering 'Complete Set of British Nobility.'