A/N: So, here's the first one to get things going. It's probably not the best but it works. Please review and let me know what you think or send me a request. Thanks. :]
Home Away From Home
Harry walked into Gringotts with a sad sigh. This would be the last time he saw the wizarding bank in England. He shook his head to try and dispel the thoughts for the moment and walked up to one of the counters occupied by a goblin.
"Can I help you, sir?" the goblin said.
"I'm Harry Potter. I want a copy of my inheritance," Harry said, well, thought and the words were written on the parchment floating beside him and read aloud by an unseen voice.
"Very well. Magnum," the goblin called and another quickly appeared. "Take Mr. Potter to get a copy of his inheritance."
"Yes, sir," Magnum said with a small bow before gesturing for Harry to follow him. "Are you seventeen, Mr. Potter?"
"Yes. I'll be eighteen in July," Harry said, the quill writing his thoughts.
"Good. Right in here, Mr. Potter," the goblin said, holding open a door for Harry. They walked into a small square room that had what appeared to be filing cabinets in it. Magnum walked over to one of them and held his palm against it. There was a brief light and a soft thud within the cabinet. Magnum pulled his hand away and a drawer opened. He reached in and pulled out a brown folder. "Here you are, Mr. Potter. This is your inheritance."
"Thanks," Harry said and sat down at the table in the room. He opened the folder and quickly skimmed all that he had. He didn't care how much money he had. He knew he had more than the Malfoys. He flipped through several pages before coming to a stop on one that documented the residences he owned. He owned three manors, a castle, Grimmauld Place, several cottages, a villa in Spain, a flat in France, and many others. However, his eyes were pulled to the cottage that he owned in Iceland.
"Are you planning on moving into one of these places, Mr. Potter?"
"I don't know. I'm going to travel first. I'll figure it out when the time comes," Harry said, the quill writing quickly, and closed the folder. "Thanks for your help."
"Of course, Mr. Potter."
Harry inclined his head and left the room and the bank, pulling up his hood as he entered Diagon Alley. He moved quickly through the crowds towards the Leaky Cauldron. When there he rushed through and into Muggle London. He quickly looked around and gripped his wand. Taking a deep breath, he spun sharply and disappeared.
A/N: A quick clarification. This is before Harry left England and before he had his voice box. Here he has a quill and parchment charmed so that the quill will write down what he is thinking and the words will be said aloud. :]