The last day of school, dawned and Harrie much to her exasperation had been persuaded by Ron to travel on the train, rather than apperate straight home.

She was sitting on one of the common room couches, het thrown over Ginny's lap, watching Neville lose spectacularly to Ron in a game of wizard chess

Everyone was either still backing or like them was just waiting till ten to go down to the carriages then to the station.

"If she takes much longer, I am going to apperate and be done with it" Harrie muttered. Hermione had said she would be a moment when Harrie had come down and had yet to make an appearance

"Merlin knows but we are going to miss breakfast at this rate" Ron said rubbing his empty stomach "I'm starving"

"You are hardly starving loser" Ginny said, flicking through pages of a witch weekly and rolling her eyes at her brother. Harrie smirked and with a flick of her finger she moved a few of Neville's pieces when Ron looked up to glare at his sister, Neville looked blankly at the chess board then obviously understanding how that had happened sent Harrie a shy smile, shaking his head at her antics. Harrie watching smirking as Ron looked back at the board just as Neville said "Check mate"

"What the actual fuck?!" The red head said standing up and towering over the board "Where the hell did that come from?"

"Good game Ron, thanks for playing with me" Neville said standing up as well, as though Ron's outburst was normal "Thought you had me there for a while" Neville added, grabbing his jacket of the back of his chair

"You….how did….I….that rook wasn't…" Ron spluttered, his eyes flicking over and over the chess board as though it was some how going to change

"Aww poor Ron lost" Harrie said, sticking her lower lip out in mock despair, even as Neville's face was wiggling comically as he tried to keep his face straight.

"Looooosssssssserrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" Ginny sing songed, not looking up from her magazine

"You must have cheated...Did you cheat?" The red head accused, narrowing his eyes at Neville who just raised his hands in surrender "Not me"

"How dare you accuse Neville of something so underhanded!" Harrie said in mock outrage

"Harrie you knobhead" Ron said throwing a cushion at his friend as the other three broke into laughter "I knew his rook hadn't been there!"

"What's funny?" Hermione asked when she appeared beside the couch, rummaging in her infamous beaded bag which she still compulsively carried around with her.

"Ron lost"

"You did?"

"No, Harrie cheated"

He wanted to see her before she left, he had over heard Weasley convincing Harrie to go on the train so he knew she would be coming this way shortly.

The crowds of students took no notice of his silent figure hovering off to the side, his eyes traveling over the heads looking for one particular dark head.

There she was. Standing near the girl Weasley and Longbottom, laughing about something obviously waiting for the crowds to thin to get out the doors.

He cupped his hands and blew softly and the small paper lion he made drifted over to her. She caught it reflectively, her hands delicately cupping it as she looked around

The world came to a standstill as her green eyes meeting grey ones and she lifted her hand in a wave, a smile she gave only to him curving her mouth.

Harrie watched Draco walk away until the crowds obscured him from her sight

"God, could that boy be any fruitier?" Ginny snorted, looking at the paper creature pawing at Harries palm "What's it says then?"

Harrie didn't want to open it and break the charm he had put on it, it was just too cute, but as Ginny gave a huff and made a grab for it, she relented and dropped the charm and the paper unfolded to lay flat on her hand

The twenty sixth seems very far away

.D.

"Is that it?" Ginny said disbelieving that anyone would go through that much trouble just for a one-liner.

Harrie just smiled, pleased beyond measure and rolling her fingers she restored the charm, carefully putting the little lion in her pocket.

"Either of you guys got some paper?" Harrie asked as she started checking all her pockets for something to write on

To say Draco was surprised was an understatement when as he walked towards the Headmistresses office to floo to his parent's residence, a small paper snake flew into the back of his head. He opened it somewhat hesitantly, but as he read it his smile grew

Yes it does

*H*

PS you're arse looked amazing this morning xox

As they stepped out of the carriage, a blonde threw themselves at Ginny causing the red head to fall over on the gravel.

"LUNA!" Harrie yelled pulling the blonde off Ginny and giving her a hug

"Thought you weren't coming back till Easter" Neville said embracing the Ravenclaw as soon as Harrie released her

"Weather was terrible on the mountains and Daddy wanted to come home for Christmas. Are you disappointed I'm here?" Luna asked quizzically her head tilted to the side

"Of course, we aren't. We missed you weirdo" Ginny said brushing dirt and grit off her back

"I miss you too. All of you, my friends" Luna said dreamily

Luna had been travelling Europe and Asian with her Father, Garrick (Mr Ollivander) and some guy called Newt who had Hermione gushing about being some famous guy who wrote books and his grandson Rolf, who Luna spoke at great length about, with a telling flush to her cheeks that had Ginny and Harrie smirking at each other.

It was a happy trip back to London, spent bombarding Luna with questions about her travels and laughing at Hermione trying to get straight answers out of the eccentric blonde. Neville, Ron and Harrie had a fierce game of exploding snap which ended with Neville losing one eye brow and Hermione having to repair Harries jacket and a train seat. When the trolley witch arrived, as per tradition Harrie bought an obscene amount of treats for them all. She was handing out bottles of fizzy to everyone listening to Ginny trying to convince Hermione to let her 'tame' her hair while Neville tried (and failed) to explain the uses of different vine species to Ron when Luna remarked

"You look different Harrie, you won't be mistaken for a male hyrothan now"

Ron choked on a mouthful of fizz and Neville snorted into his bottle

"Oh well that's a relief then" Harrie said wondering what the hello a hyrothan even was. Luna nodded happily slipping jumping jubes into her drink. Harrie caught Hermione's eyeroll and lent over resting her head on Luna's shoulder "It's good to have you back with us"

"Right I can just floo to your place on the 31st?" Hermione fretted as they waited to exit the train.

"Merlin Hermione, she already said yes" Ron said putting his arm around her "Just relax"

Everyone had noticed how the closer they got to London the more fidgety Hermione had gotten. When the train arrived, Hermione was heading over to the International Travel department and heading across the world to Australia. Needless to say, Hermione was anxious about her trip.

"Look after you. It will go fine, and you will be back home for New Year's" Harrie said giving Hermione a fierce hug, both girls were reluctant to say goodbye to each other, this would be the biggest thing Hermione had ever done without Harrie by her side.

As Harrie walked along the platform, slightly behind her friends looking at them with warm affection as they all parted ways. A paper lion fell towards her, it was dirty and certainly looked worse for wear. Harrie's breathe hitched in amused surprise thinking about this little note's journey to catch up with a train. The charm holding it together broke as soon as it landed on her palm, she laughed aloud at the words it revealed

Almost as good as your own

.D.

P.S. I will definitely be wanking to thoughts of your arse

Looking up from her note she said aloud "Right time to go shopping"

Harrie stood in line at Gringotts, trying to not notice the way in which the goblins were whispering to each other about her.

"Lady Potter" The goblin croaked looking down at her from his station

Harrie nodded, asking politely "I want to talk about the contents of my vaults with someone," The goblin bowed his head and slipped out of sight. A smaller, older goblin appeared at the base of the podium and flashed a sharp toothed smile at Harrie

He waved his hand in direction saying "If you would come this way please Lady Potter"

She followed the goblin past the front counters down a passageway and into an office, with dark wooden furniture and tall shelves on every wall nearly overflowing with ledgers and scrolls.

The goblin gestured for her to sit in one of the high-backed arm chairs, while he took a similar one behind his large oak desk.

"Nasloc at your service. I am your account manager"

He looked at her with eyes darker than pitch, Harrie repressed a shudder thinking about her flight with the dragon and briefly thought of Griphook, the goblin who had been their reluctant accomplice. She would always be wary of goblins, they unnerved her. Even if this one wasn't as scary as the ones who made the front desks.

He sat back in his chair, telling her "I worked with your Father James Potter, your Grandfather Fleamont before him, your great Grandfather Henry and your great great Grandfather Lord Charlus Potter. I can assure you nothing of familiar consequence was taken in reparation"

"What was taken?" Harrie asked thoughtfully

"Thirty pieces of goblin forged armor consisting of, swallets, armlets, two burgonets, two culets, a plackart, vambraces, besews, gauntlets, cuisses, sabatons, tassets. Twenty pieces of goblin forged weaponry including maces, halberd, battle axes, longbows, a flail, spears, war hammers, scimitars and several broadswords"

"There were also seventeen pieces of jewelry, six rings, four bracelets, two necklaces and two tiaras and a crown"

Harrie was impressed the goblin could recite that without looking at a list. The items were off little importance to her, and she had gladly given them as recompense for breaking into the bank. She had a feeling she paid less than others (she took the full blame for it happening saving Ron and Hermione from having a debt to the goblins) would simply to keep the matter quiet. It was amazing how much Goblins could cover up. Maybe she should ask for tips of keeping newspaper reporters away from her in the future.

"Is that all?" Harrie asked sarcastically. Nasloc chose to ignore the tone and asked politely

"What help were your wanting today Lady Potter?"

Harrie internally grimaced at the 'lady' title that only the goblins felt necessary to use. When the war had ended, it was like everything that had been put off suddenly caught up with her. With Sirius's death and her inheritance when she came of age meant she now had a title as head of two ancient and most noble houses. Even if it made her feel ridiculous being called Lady.

"I am unsure if I even have such things that I am looking for. I am looking for a rare potion book"

Harrie said, her words were meet with a blank stare as if the goblin was expecting her to say more, when it became clear she wasn't going to Nasloc asked "Do you know the title, the author or age?"

She shook her head "I'm not looking for a particular one. Just one worth gifting to someone"

Nasloc stroked his pointed chin with his long-crawled fingers, undoubtedly going through a mental inventory list

"I have a complete list and description of every item stored in your vaults, with details of age and value" The goblin clicked his fingers and ten gigantic tomes dropped onto the desk with a loud thump and about twenty scrolls started floating from the shelves.

"There are more than two thousand books within your vaults, a little over six hundred on are about potions"

Harrie raised her hand to halt the goblins actions "That's fine, I appreciate the thoroughness. You can pick one for me" She said quickly eyeing the massive stack of tomes that was towered above Nasloc ominously

"You do not wish to see the lists?" The goblin sounded almost disappointed

"I trust you to get one that is suitable, and you are no doubt more knowledgeable about what someone would value" Harrie replied

"Very well, I suggest one of these titles" He said gruffly as he wrote with an enormous feathered quill. Pushing the list towards her when he had finished

Harrie could see there was six names on the list, she waved her had flippantly and only three appeared to be in English.

"Whatever one you deem best" Harrie said, there was no way she would know what someone interested in potions would want to have, they all sounded boring to her.

"A few quick questions for who this is for so I can provide a suitable book" Nasloc announced, after another short staring match.

"Dark or light? Skilled or not skilled? Tested or theorized?"

Harrie thought for a moment before saying "Either, skilled and both if possible"

"Very well. Is there anything else you are needing from your vaults today?" Nasloc asked as he stood up from his desk, directing the account books back onto the shelves, he walked over to the door, stroked it with his finger and then he opened it, instead of seeing the stone passageway they had arrived down they were instead looking out onto darken cavern.

Harries looked around in wonder as she took a tentatively step into the vault. There was so much in here, it was almost like looking into the room of requirement. Except everything was in order but the rows of items seemed endless, with shadowy ends. There were paints, marble statues, vases, chests, crates, furniture and some very alarming look taxidermy. That was just what Harrie could identify too, she could see jewelry cases and a whole wall of scrolls some of which were pulsing with shimmering lights. There were racks of robes, dinner sets, carpets, weapons, brooms, potion making equipment and countless other things Harrie couldn't name.

"I took the liberty, after your last visit to combine several of your older vaults, the Black vaults had too long been ignored. I organized them accordingly"

"Thank you. It looks very tidy" Harrie said rather lamely, she didn't know what one was meant to say to their vault manager.

"You may have noticed this is just an item vault, it is one of seven such vaults. I have organized them by age. Your gold is in different vaults. It pays to keep things separate, however if you would rather, they be combined again I will see it done"

"No this is good thank you"

The goblin inclined his head in acknowledgment looking around at the mounds of treasure his black eyes narrowed as if he was making a mental list of every item there and checking it was where it should be. Harrie thought he probably was when he gave a brief smile and looked back in her direction.

"The books are this way" Nasloc started walking down the rows till they came to what could only be described as a library. He walked out of sight, returning carrying a large book.

"It's a seventeen-hundred-year-old book, it is bound in a rare Baltic sea dragon's hide, it is very valuable, it is the last copy known to exist" The goblin said handing the book to her, with what she assumed was a smile but couldn't say for sure.

Harrie looked at the dark green book in her hand, it was certainly a beautiful thing. She couldn't see a title, but it had several runic symbols on its cover.

"This looks amazing, thank you"

She hoped he would like, it looked like something he would like. One gift down, she thought crossing it off her mental list. She thought of the other items on her list and suddenly curious asked

"Nasloc?" The goblin looked at her enquiringly "If I was to go shopping… is there a limit to what I can spend in a day?"

"No. You can spend what you want, there are no limits" The goblin said confused as to why she would be asking such an unusual question. Deciding to help the young witch out he said

"You are rich beyond measure, what you could spend in a life time, would not even use up a week's interest"

Harries eyes boggled at that. Why the hell had she ever worried about money if this had always been sitting down here?

"Can I have some transfer parchments made up please?" Harrie asked

"Of course," Nasloc replied

The goblin clicked his fingers and handed her a leather-bound book and a scroll

"Am I right in thinking you giving someone a monetary gift?" The goblin asked

Harrie nodded "Yes, I am…are there limits to that?"

Nasloc shook his head "No" he said gruffly, his black eyes trained on the scroll in her hand "However, I advise you to choose wisely who you gift galleons to"

"Just a family I know" Harrie said with a small smile, admiring a chest that was made of something white and pearlescent, she ran her fingers over the lid marveling at how smooth it was.

"What is this made of?" She asked her voice barely above a whisper, as she opened the chest and her mouth fell open. It was full of gem stones, she quickly shut the lid and backed away from it as if it was dangerous.

With his head on an angle Nasloc answered "That is made of unicorn bone, inlaid with unicorn horn. It was a gift to a Black ancestor who once created a cure and saved a French herd of unicorns. The dominate mare and her stallion gave their lives to her as thanks"

Harrie shook her head at hearing that. Someone saved a herd of unicorns and as thanks the leaders die and gift their corpses? The magical world has some serious issues.

"Does everything in here have a story?"

"Most do. A lot are just valuable objects, collected over time"

Harrie walked behind the goblin slowly looking at the strange array of items, when she came to a group of paintings she asked abruptly "Are there any paintings of my parents?"

Nasloc nodded "They are not in this vault; would you like to go see them?"

Harrie hesitated, she desperately wanted to see them but knowing she would be reluctant to part with them she instead said "No, can you send them to my house?"

"Of course. All of them?" Nasloc inquired, waving his hand to have the paintings start rearranging so she could see more of them

"How many are there?" She asked, her face brightening looking at the art works. She would have to get Winky to come and pick out some to hang up at home, saved buying new when she had all these to choose from.

Nasloc walked beside Harrie as she flitted from one amazing thing to the next. He said "There are twenty-three of Lord James Potter, at varying ages and four of Lady Lily Potter"

Harrie wanted to see them all but ever practical she decided "Is there one of them together?"

"There is a wedding portrait, an anniversary portrait and a naming day portrait." The goblin said, stopping to help Harrie open a case that housed set of solid gold cutlery.

"ummm surprise me" Harrie said. The goblin gave her a strange look at that, but Harrie ever unobservant just continue looking around at all the finery.

"Are you wanting anything else?" Nasloc asked, he was rather enjoying seeing this witch seeing a glimpse of the treasures she owned. Goblins worshiped gold, held it nearly above life itself. So, to see another basking in majesty around them pleased him. Unlike other high-born wizard-kind, this woman seemed completely open, her wide expressive eyes sparkling like the emeralds she owned. Unknown to most, Goblins can 'feel' or read auras and Harelayna Potter had one of the strongest and 'cleanest' he had ever seen. He hoped it stayed that way, the goblins knew of what she had stolen from the Lestrange vault. An item of darkest intent, one that had mirrored what had lurked inside her. The traitor Griphook, had known it from the first moment she had stepped into the mining cart all those years ago, on her first step into the Wizarding world. The goblin nation had thanked gold when they sensed the destruction of the darkness and all raised a goblet in her name. Not that they would admit. Nasloc made a chest filled with moonstones, open just to watch the witch's reaction to them.

Harrie looked up from the shiny stones asking, "Are there any portraits of Sirius?"

Nasloc nodded "Few remain intact. Would you like me to find the most recent undamaged one?"

"How recent is it?" Harrie asked, thinking what with being disowned, imprisoned then on the run when exactly did her godfather have time to last sit for a painting.

"It is just over eighteen years old" Nasloc turned to look at Harrie as she started touching various items within her reach.

"Send that too please" Harrie said picking up a large black bladed sword and giving it a theatrical wave. She replaced the sword and grabbed the handle of morning star, swinging the spike studded ball slowly, a sudden feeling on intense hatred filled her and she looked at the goblin with hard eyes, he took a step back from her clicking his fingers. Harrie shook herself and hastily returned the weapon.

"It will be done. My advice would be to not handle the weaponry with bare skin" The goblin said, voice cold. He disliked items with touch memories and unfortunately weapons usually had grim ones.

"Is anything in here cursed?" Harrie asked, shaking off the fog of hatred. Thinking this should have been something she asked before this moment as she rapidly moved past the weapons.

"I would warn you if there was anything overly harmful in here. As it is there is a smaller vault, housing the more nefarious items that you own" Nasloc said, a note of derision in his gruff voice.

Harrie was tempted to tell Nasloc just to destroy anything cursed but could just picture Hermione telling her off, for destroying so much history. Looking around at the treasure trove around her, Harrie wondered if this all should be in a museum rather than sitting underground where no one got to marvel at it. Another thing to add to her list of things she wanted to do: Look at everything in her vaults.

Nasloc lead the way out the door, the vault door shimmering back into existence before them. The goblin opened the door, gesturing for Harrie to proceed him. She looked around at the passage way and could see that the main rooms with the tellers was just a few paces away.

Harrie nodded, taking said items from her pocket to show the goblin.

"Thank you again for your help. The accounts are undoubtedly in good hands. I hope you and yours enjoy Yule" Harrie smiled and held her hand out to the Goblin.

Nasloc stared at Harries outstretched hand so long that Harrie was just about to put it down when his large, bony hand shook hers. Unknown to her, few wizards would voluntarily touch a goblin, let alone shake their hand. Nasloc looked at the woman in front of him considering. She was something of a legend, a young witch who had done the unthinkable of breaking into the bank, he could feel the power radiating off her and fully understood why the Goblin nation had forgiven her and her friends for their transgressions. Being on the wrong side of Harelayna Potter would be foolish indeed. Not to mention she was one of their richest patrons and the bank would be lesser for it if she was to empty her many vaults.

The goblin stared at the 'Saviour' thinking of his own gratitude he had towards this witch. His family were safe and prospering because of her selflessness. Full of warm feeling for her Nasloc said, his mouth curving into a genuine smile

"Lady Potter, it is not often wizards are as gracious as you. I thank you for your regard"

"My pleasure. See you another time" Harrie said, smiling once again before walking through the bank and into the setting sun of the Alley.

Harrie stood on the bank's steps trying to decide where to go first, she thought of who, what and how much. There were a lot of people she wanted to buy for this year. Watching a stray piece of new print fluttering in the breeze Harrie reflected on everything that had happened in the last year and deciding to throw caution to the wind, she decided that being as wealthy as she was, she was going to be, for the first time of her life, be frivolous (Big word, Hermione would be proud) and spend up large. Just this once…probably.

******No smut...how sad******