AN: Chapter Six!

Disclaimer: I do own these fandoms, honest. And I don't make any financial gain from writing fanfiction.

When Duo returned some two hours later, he found the two messy-haired boys with books in hand. Harry had his Charms text open to one of the last chapters, likely reviewing. Heero sat cross-legged with a transfiguration book open in his lap, his blue eyes eagerly absorbing the information. Duo smirked and tossed a shopping bag at Harry. "Figured you could use something to sleep in, kiddo."

The bespectacled boy startled when the bag landed on his lap, knocking his charms book to the floor. Curiosity piqued at Duo's words, Harry pulled the items from the plastic bag. A three-pack of plain white t-shirts was revealed first. Next was a pair of drawstring, cotton pajama pants in red, gold, and black plaid. The third and last item was a five-pack of boxers in various patterns.

"Thank you," the wizard whispered, some disbelief mixed with awe shown in his green eyes.

Duo shrugged. "Not a problem, Harry. You're welcome. I guessed at your size; fingers crossed that everything fits okay."

Heero nodded to his friend, "Thank you, Duo."

That night Harry Potter slept soundly despite the new surroundings. The clothes Duo had brought were only one size too large, a much appreciated difference from Dudley's cast offs. He found that he liked the 'fresh out of the package' smell that clung to his current shirt. The young teen snuggled into the blanket, content and secure with Heero on the other side of the wall, Duo on the couch, and Hedwig on the suit stand next to the window.

The morning found Duo in the kitchen making breakfast. Zechs and Noin already sat in the living room, both in their Preventor uniforms. Heero sat at the table with his laptop, typing his weakly report to Une. Harry emerged from his room, holding his glasses in one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other. By the time Harry realized someone (who wasn't him) was cooking breakfast, Duo had loaded a couple plates and carried them to the table.

"Computer away, Heero," pilot 02 commanded. He set the two plates down and returned to the kitchen to arrange the other plates. Heero obediently saved his progress then shutdown the portable computer. Yui took his laptop to his room as Duo gave two plates to their guests, Zechs and Noin.

Harry looked around the open floor plan, still a little groggy. "Good morning," he said to the room at large. He took a seat at the table and smiled as Duo set a plate in front of him. Two pancakes, a bit of scrambled eggs, and three slices of bacon. "Looks good!"

The braided teen grinned. "That's just to get us started. There's more at the ready. We have a busy day ahead of us, after all!"

As promised, Lucrezia Noin had brought along her makeup kit. Why a woman that didn't normally wear makeup have an entire kit? In case of undercover missions, of course. So she had no trouble disguising Harry's scar, and even added enough makeup to make recognizing him a difficult task at first glance.

Upon entering the bank, Zechs took point and stood in line for a teller. As the witch in front of their group walked away, the small, rather grumpy-looking Goblin called, "Next!"

"Greeting to the Goblin Nation on behalf of the Sanc Kingdom," the prince spoke softly to the surprise of the Goblin. "We request a meeting with the Potter Accounts Manager, if at all possible. Young Mister Potter's financial aspect of his magical education is severely lacking, I fear."

"Certainly, Prince Milliardo of Sanc," the Goblin, whose name placard read 'Thimtwist', shouted for a messenger. "Crumsnort will lead to the Potter Accounts Manager's office."

Zechs nodded to the teller, and Harry said a quick 'thank you' to Thimstwist before the group followed the messenger towards the far side of the lobby. While the corridor to the mine carts was to one side of the far wall, another highly decorated doorway stood on the other side. Crumsnort led the group to the devoratated door and into a maze of halls. The floor angled downward in some corridors, upward in others, while some floors sections bowed up or dipped down in the middle. At last, they reached a tall, wide door that opened by sliding sideways into the wall. Three name plates were screwed onto the stone wall: Harkness, Leonheart-Liore, and Potter.

Crumsnort slid the polished wood door open just enough for him to fit through to announce their presence and intentions. The messenger slid the door fully open a moment later to admit the five humans.

"Manager Doolbeck," Messenger Crumsnort introduced, "Prince Milliardo Peacecraft of Sanc, Harry Potter, and company."

The comparatively large Goblin studied the humans while they took in his office. Bookcases and filing cabinets lined three walls, making the spacious office seem smaller. Dark grey carpet covered the stone floor. The manager's desk was nearly enormous compared to its owner, and was made of varnished wood. Behind the vast desk, the floor was bare and raised like a small stage (which helped Doolbeck be visible over the desk). Five full-sized upholstered chairs were spread around the room; two at distant corners of the room and three directly before the desk. A padded stool sat next to the door, and Crumsnort sat there. Duo and Noin took the corner chairs, leaving Zechs, Heero, and Harry to sit nearest the manager. Just as well, really.

"Salutations, Manager Doolbeck," greeted the light-haired man. "We come with several topics to discuss. First and foremost, the magical equivalent of a DNA test for Heero Yui. His status as half brother to Harry Potter has been proven by non-magical means, but we would like-"

Heero butted in, "Should the need arise that I must take complete guardianship of Harry, I want as few obstacles as possible."

Duo snorted in amusement, not at all surprised by the interruption. Noin couldn't quite temper her smirk. Zechs shook his head with an exasperated smile, "Ever the blunt one, Heero." Harry chuckled quietly.

Doolbeck arched an eyebrow before he reached into one of the many drawers of his desk, retrieving a large sheet of parchment and a glossy black quill. From a deeper drawer, the Goblin pulled a fairly small bottle of potion. "Getting on with the first task then," Doolbeck said. Press-stamps with runes instead of the usual notary and a rather sharp letter opener soon joined the potion and parchment. Taking the letter opener on his surprisingly nimble, long fingers, he easily opened a one-time-use alcohol packet and sanitized the letter opener's blade. "If there is something Muggles make that I like, it's these little wipes to sanitize things. Several services Gringotts offers requires a few drops of blood. This is one of those services, by the way."

Heero's dark blue eyes were trained on the pricking instrument. The former Gundam pilot accepted the letter opener as well as an unopened alcohol swab. Zechs took the sealed package from his former enemy and opened it with a gentle tear at the top. "I'd suggest the ring finger of your off hand," the prince advised.

Harry leaned forward to better see the happenings. Green eyes observed the disinfecting of the mentioned finger, then the subsequent jab with the letter opener. Doolbeck held the uncorked bottle of potion under the wound to catch the required three drops of blood. The potion changed from inky black to a swirl of black, blue, green, and red. Zechs muttered a small healing charm that left the fresh wound scabbed over.

The accounts manager busied himself with preparing the parchment. He whispered in Gobbledegook as he used the altered notary presses at certain spots, forming a triangle. At last the colorful potion was corked with a thin sponge and set upside down in the center of the stamp triangle. "While that completes itself," Doolbeck switched back to English, "what else do you require?"

Again Zechs took the lead. "We would like to review the Potter family holdings."

A sizable ledger was retrieved from a bookcase, as well as a thick portfolio. "This ledger is the overview of the accounts held with Gringotts. The portfolio contains stocks and properties."

The prince accepted the items and passed the ledger to Heero. He moved to Harry's side with the portfolio. Zechs pointed to each bit of information he reviewed aloud so that Harry would better understand. Meanwhile, Heero's brow creased as he noted odd withdrawals in the ledger. Duo passed the time by playing with his hair. Noin sat as still as a tranquil pond, accustomed to sitting through long meetings that weren't nearly as interesting.

A long period of quiet enveloped the room. Manager Doolbeck had retrieved the Potter family tree in preparation to compare Heero's heritage chart to the document. Beady black eyes watched as the ink spread across the parchment to form lines, names, and dates.

The Sanc prince produced a small notebook and ink pen from the pocket of his jacket. "Manager Doolbeck, Harry and Heero will likely need to visit the Potter properties. As such, may I copy the addresses for their convenience?"

The Goblin nodded. "Very well, for their perusal. Any visitors to the properties must be accompanied by a member of the Potter family."

"Thank you, Manager Doolbeck," Harry gave the Goblin a nervous smile. Zechs was soon busy writing addresses and a brief, short-hand descriptions. Meanwhile Heero was developing quite a frown as he reviewed the overview ledger, his mind storing points to discuss with the account manager.

At last the heritage parchment was complete. Doolbeck explained the markings and colors. Names in green were magical; names in blue were mundane; and those in red were Squibs. Dates and relation brackets were in black.

The name Heero Yui was in parentheses next to Hideki Urameshi in green, with the date 01/01/AC 180, or January 1, 1977. Branching from Heero's assumed name and birth names were those of James Charlus Potter (March 27, 1960 to October 31,1981) and Haruna Urameshi (August 25, 1959 to December 22, 1979). From James, lines led to Charlus Howard Potter and Dorea Potter née Black. Haruna connected to Kouga Urameshi and Kimino Urameshi née Iwasaki.

Doolbeck compared the two documents, the heritage parchment and the Potter family tree. Deciding that the Potter information was exactly the same, the manager uttered a spell in Gobbledegook. The result being that Heero's names appeared on the Potter family tree, with his birthdate and that day's date under them. Where James Charlus Potter connected to Lily Potter née Evans by a double line, a dashed line met Haruna Urameshi. Harry and Heero's names were linked to their respective parents by an equally thick line. The Goblin nodded then presented the documents to the Potter boys.

"Harry James Potter and Heero Hideki Urameshi Yui-Potter, you are now magically recognized as half brothers by Gringotts Bank and the Goblin Nation," the accounts manager announced in a booming voice. "Mister Yui-Potter, you are of magical majority at seventeen. By Wizarding standards, you are considered an adult and eligible to acquire custody of a minor. However, due to you being born out of wedlock, Mister Harry Potter is still set to inherit the Potter titles and such."

Heero nodded."I'm considered illegitimate, so Harry still inherits everything, understood. If and when I succeed in acquiring guardianship of Harry, would we have access to the Potter vaults and properties?"

Doolbeck studied the young man. "The vaults, aside from Mr. Potter's trust vault, will continue to be sealed until Mr. Potter comes of age. The properties are available to Mr. Potter so long as he is accompanied by an adult witch or wizard."

Zechs tilted his very blonde head. "Can you tell us Harry's current guardians?"

Beady black eyes glanced at the youngest human in the room. "Mundane guardianship is held by Petunia Dursley née Evans, and magical guardianship by Albus Dumbledore." A wispy arched eyebrow arched as the green-eyed boy jerked in surprise. "Just to note, the Headmaster often assumes such a role when a Muggle-born or Muggle-raised witch or wizard enters Hogwarts. However, he has held magical guardianship of Mr. Potter since the death of his parents, as their Will was sealed by motion of the Ministry of Magic."

Heero, Harry, Zechs, Duo, and Noin all frowned at the last bit of information. "Why," the prince lowly asked, "was the Will sealed? I assume the Ministry gave some reason."

The account manager sighed. "The Ministry did not, in fact, give a reason. Only the notice to seal the Will. The Potter Will wasn't the only Last Will and Testament sealed at that time, most without an explanation. We Goblins have our suspicions as to why, but no definitive evidence. Understand, many in the Ministry of Magic consider non-humans to be lesser to magical humans. Quite arrogant."

Heero steered the topic to the ledger he had Len looking through. "There are some entries I have questions about." At the Goblin's nod, the former pilot plowed on. "This reoccurring withdraw, for example."

While he elder brother talked accounting with Doolbeck, Harry was still reeling a bit. Somehow, the Ministry - or rather, someone in the Ministry - blocked his parents' Will from being read and enacted. Plus, he could visit any property that the blond man had written down, which was a few. Heero was magically confirmed to be his half brother but was considered illegitimate so couldn't control the Potter holdings.

The nearly thirteen-year-old tuned in to the current conversation. Turns out, the reoccuring withdrawals were still coming out of the main vault. The interest collected by that vault alone covered most of the withdrawal amount, the stash of wealth was so great. Above all, Harry was surprised by what the funds went to - financial aid for the poorer students at Hogwarts (the Weasley family instantly came to mind). Also property tax for the Potter properties was roughly the other half of the withdrawals.

The meeting finished for the day with Heero asking Doolbeck how to get custody of Harry. The Goblin searched the drawers of his desk and produced first a thick stack of parchment onto the desktop, then a stack of blank printing paper. Account Manager Doolbeck inquired of the group had any other business in the bank, to which Zechs answered yes, to change currency. With a nod, the Goblin suggested that they go ahead and attend to that while he copied the parchment.

Crumsnort led the five humans through the maze of hallways back to the lobby. The messenger directed Zechs, acting as leader, to the appropriate forms and gestured to the currency conversion counter. Harry asked to make a withdrawal from his trust vault, and Heero and Duo accompanied the boy to the track.

A cart was being overseen by a familiar Goblin. Harry approached the dour-looking creature. "Hello, Griphook. We'd like to go to vault number 687 to make a withdrawal, please."

The Goblin, Griphook, eyed Harry with a vague wariness. "Do you have your vault key?"

"Yes, right here," the young wizard produced the small gold key from a pocket.

"Very well," drawled the Goblin. "You may board the cart."

Heero and Duo looked incredulously at the cart, not sure they really wanted to trust the rickety-looking apparatus. Having rode in the cart before, Harry clambered aboard without hesitation. The pilots exchanged a glance, each silently daring the other to go first, before they grudgingly followed the youngest teen's example.

The Goblin pulled a lever, releasing the breaks, and the cart eased forward. And then the tracks dipped sharply, shooting the cart underground in an insane type of rollercoaster. When the cart rolled to a stop, Harry glanced at the older boys. Heero's hair was even wilder than usual, his blue eyes wide, with one hand gripping the side of the cart, and the other hand clutched the wooden board that made up the bench seat. Duo clung to his side of the cart, his braid tucked under one arm, and his eyes wide while a grin slowly spread across his face.

Griphook collected the lantern and Harry's vault key, opening Vault 687. Honestly, finding out that his parents left him more than the trust vault was a huge relief to Harry - he had had no idea that there were other vaults he would inherit. With the knowledge that the vault he had known about was only intended to get him through school, the Boy-Who-Lived was reassured that he didn't have to be so frugal as he had been previously.

Duo recovered from the wild ride fairly quickly. He noted that Harry was climbing out of the cart, as a quick glance around shown the intricate metal doors set into the rough-hewn walls. Duo did a double take as the gleaming piles of gold, silver, and bronze caught his eye. Torch light revealed Harry bent over, loading a cloth sack with coins.

Heero, true to his training, was aware of his surroundings despite the shock of the rollercoaster track to the vault. He saw his half brother enter the vault and turned his attention to listening for anything suspicious.

Harry hurried back to the cart, coin purse in hand. He gave his companions a kind smile. "I was thinking we could look about the Alley, if we had time."

Heero nodded his understanding, and Duo grinned. "Even if we don't have time today," the Wing pilot assured, "we can come back."

Griphook rolled his eyes at the humans but manipulated the controls to take them back to the lobby.

Soon enough, the trio rejoined the older Preventors. The group patiently waited for the papers Doolbeck promised. Close to the hall leading to the offices, Zechs reviewed the property information he had copied. Noin listened as Duo excitedly recounted the trip down to the vault. The Perfect Soldier adopted a discreet bodyguard position next to Harry. The younger Potter people-watched the bank's customers.

A peculiar hat caught Harry's attention. An elderly witch wore a wide-brimmed witch's hat with what looked like a taxidermic vulture stuck on it. The vulture-hat woman had a firm grip on a plump boy whom Harry recognized as his classmate. Neville Longbottom looked around the bank with the same curiosity Harry felt every time he came here.

"Heero," the boy wizard called softly. Blue eyes met green before the smaller boy continued. "May I chat with my friend? I recognized him with his gran."

Heero swept his gaze over the lobby again. "Alright. Lead the way." His words were rewarded with a smile. He followed his half brother through the crowd, weaving between teller lines. Heero Yui-Potter couldn't help the split second expression of incredulousness as he caught sight of a taxidermic vulture on an old woman's hat.

"Hello, Neville," Harry said softly, hoping to not startle the other boy.

Despite the quiet greeting, Neville Longbottom jumped in surprise. "He-hello, Harry. I didn't expect you there."

The green-eyed boy grinned at this Housemate. "Sorry, Nev. Didn't mean to starve you. How's your summer?"

As the two Hogwarts students chatted, Mrs. Longbottom of the vulture hat surveyed Harry and Heero with a critical eye. She noted how the older boy seemed to stand protectively close to the Potter heir. Despite the older boy's Asian appearance, he somehow looked similar to Harry, which set the witch to pondering. "Neville, do introduce us to Mr. Potter's companion."

Neville sent an apologetic smile to her. "Sorry, Gran. Well, um, I'm Nevill Longbottom, and this is my grandmother, Augusta Longbottom. It's nice to meet you?"

Harry blushed. "Er, right. Manners. Hello, ma'am. I'm Harry Potter, and this is Heero Yui-Potter. The Family Reconstruction Act helped us meet. He's my half brother, you see. Just confirmed with the bank's Goblins."

Heero extended a hand. "Salutations." First Lady Longbottom, then Neville shook his hand. The pilot had consciously checked his strength as not to cause discomfort.

Zechs arrived then, Duo and Noin in tow. The pail-haired man passes a thick Manila envelope to the older Potter, "Doolbeck completed the files." He received a nod as a reply.

The elderly witch blinked at the three newcomers. Their Preventors uniforms stood out starkly against the backdrop of robe-clad passerby.

"Hey, Harry," the boy with the long braid slung an arm around Harry's shoulders. "Ya ready to get outta here?" The obviously American accent surprised many nearby witches and wizards.

"Okay, Duo," the bespectacled boy agreed. "Bye, Neville. It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Longbottom." Heero gave a curt nod before the group ambled off.

"Um, Gran?" Nevill asked. "What's the Family Reconstruction Act?"

"I haven't heard of it before," Mrs. Longbottom replied. "Must be a Muggle thing, judging by their clothes."

AN: There we go! Chapter Six features the group's business within Gringotts Bank. I hope you all have enjoyed this installment.

Next stop, Olivander's Wand Shop!