Cracking open an eyelid, Harry realised that it was morning from the small sliver of light that peeked in under the door of his cupboard. With a start, he realised that it was the day that he was to go to diagon alley to buy his school supplies. Grimacing, he pushed open the door of his cupboard - even after a few weeks, his body still ached from the vicious beating that he had endured. Harry quickly got to work, hoping to finish all his chores quickly in hopes that his aunt would allow him to take the afternoon off instead of finding more for him to do. Finishing his chores faster than Ron could gobble up food, Harry made sure to seem more polite than usual, hoping that his aunt was in a good mood.

"You're free to do whatever you want. Be back before 7 or you will not have dinner" Overjoyed at his good luck, Harry wasted no time in grabbing his wand, booklist, moleskin pouch and money bag before rushing out of the house, not wanting to give his aunt the chance to change her mind. With a subtle wave of his wand - he did not want to be caught by his nosy neighbours, he summoned the knight bus to him.

"Hey, where do you need to go?" The conductor, Stan asked him.

"Diagon Alley please", Harry replied politely.

"That'll be seven sickles mate."

"Fair enough", digging into his money bag he counted seven silver coins before dropping them in Stan's outstretched hand. With a bang, the bus zoomed off at speeds that would put F1 racing cars to shame. They zoomed through the streets and in between cars with numerous twists and turns that made Harry feel sick. They reached Diagon Alley before Harry even had time to take a seat. Stumbling out of the bus, feeling nauseous, how he hated motion sickness.

Passing through the leaky cauldron, he gave Tom a quick wave before entering Diagon Alley. First, Harry needed to go to Gringotts bank to collect more money from his vault. Wasting no time, he slipped through the crowd with practiced ease and made his way to the bank. He politely bowed to the goblin guards before entering the Gringotts. Harry looked for Griphook, the same goblin who brought him to his vault the last time he was here. Spotting the goblin, he swiftly joined the queue and waited in line for his turn. After a good 15 minutes or so, it was finally his turn, and he gave the proud goblin a quick bow before speaking.

"Uhhh…Mr Griphook? Could you please help me access my vault so I can collect more money?"

Griphook eyed him carefully before asking, "do you have your vault key?"

Harry shook his head, after all, he came here alone and his vault key was still with Hagrid.

Griphook out a tsk' sound, face scrunched up in irritation. "That's perfectly fine, all we have to do is to do a blood test to determine if you actually are Harry James Potter. You can never be too sure these days, with polyjuice potions and illusions, it's pretty easy to pose as someone else. Follow me." While his words were polite enough and it sounded like it was no trouble at all, his tone said otherwise.

Harry followed Griphook into another room where Griphook passed him a knife and a piece of parchment.

"It's a magical ritual knife, it will heal once your blood lands on the parchment."

Dragging the knife across his palm, he opened a long gash, without flinching, before allowing a few drops to splatter onto the parchment that was positioned beneath it. After all those beatings he had endured, the pain from the knife cut was nothing. But Harry did take great interest in the way the cut stitched itself back together. Once the wound fully closed, he turned his attention to the magical parchment, The drops of blood were slowly absorbed into the parchment, before blood red letters began to appear all over the surface.

Name: Harry James Potter

Father's Name: James Charlus Potter

Mother's Name: Lily Potter née Evans

Godfather: Sirius Black III

Godmother: Alice Longbottom

Titles:

Heir Potter

Heir Black

Vaults:

Trust vault: 1000 galleons(refill every year)

Potter family vault: 40million galleons(including armour, books, jewels and other treasures)

"Where did all this money come from?" Harry asked. "I always assumed that all the money I had was in my trust vault since both my parents are dead."

"Your trust vault gets refilled from the main Potter vault every year. Only you can access it as you are the only living person with Potter blood left." Griphook explained, almost like he was talking to an ignorant child. Well to be fair, he was ignorant when it came to the magical world. "The money is from your ancestors, at the times when lordships were common and the Potters owned large amounts of land. While that is gone, you can still take your family seat on the Wizengamot once you invoke the End of Line Clause."

"I'm sorry, I need a minute to process all this. It's the first time I'm hearing about it. Can you take me to my vault please?" With that, Harry and Griphook took a cart down to his vault, where he filled his money bag and went around looking at all that was inside. Suits of enchanted armour lined the walls of the large vault, jewels and documents were scattered all over the floor, and huge stacks of books were arranged neatly in a corner.

Harry took a look around, browsing through the books and the documents that previous generations have left behind. He came across numerous books on defense against dark arts, potions, charms, transfiguration and many more. Harry picked those he found interesting or could prove useful and put them into his moleskin pouch that he received from Hagrid. He also picked up a few other items, like certain gems, dragon skin wand holsters and lists of important contacts that his grandparents left behind.

After he was done, Harry left the vault and headed back upstairs to Griphook's office, where he was planning to inquire more about the End of Line Clause. Once they were properly seated, Harry started as politely as he could, "Mr Griphook, forgive my ignorance, but could you please tell me more about the End of Line Clause?"

Griphook regarded him closely before explaining, "When an Ancient and Noble family's bloodline is on the verge of extinction and there is only one member left, they are able to invoke this clause at the ripe age of 14, where they take up lordship and have a seat in the wizengamot. Of course, by taking up lordship, restrictions on underage usage of magic are removed, you are emancipated and you are given the location to your ancestral home, Potter manor, as well as the rest of the properties you may own. All you need to do is put on the Lord ring." As he said that last part, he pulled out an ornate box from underneath his desk. Opening the box, Harry saw the ring that sat comfortably inside. It was a gold signet ring that had the letter 'P' engraved on it in a neat font, flanked on both sides with dragons. It was quite simple in design, but it looked nice.

With this, he could finally be free of the Dursleys, he no longer needed to be tormented by them any longer. With shaky hands, he picked up the Potter family ring and slipped it on his fourth finger on his right hand. He instantly felt his magic connect to the ring and a small wave of comfort washed over him as he magically became aware of all the properties the Potters owned. Griphook gave a crooked smile, "another benefit given by the ring is that it offers certain forms of protection. It can detect if your food or drink is laced with poison or if you are placed under certain curses. You will come to understand why it offers you these protections in time but for now, I think that you have done what needed to be done. Congratulations on your ascension, Lord Potter. Before you leave you need to take this as well." Griphook then proceeded to pull out another ornate box from under his desk.

When he opened it, it was a silver signet ring with the letter 'B' engraved on it. "This is the heir ring for the blacks" Griphook explained. Harry proceeded to place thing ring on his third finger on his right hand, and he felt another wave of magic wash over him, as if it was accepting him.

Afterwards, Harry quickly left Gringotts and made his way to the streets of Diagon alley, thinking about what he wanted to do next. He quickly made up his mind that he will go stock up on school supplies first. Now that he was free, he didn't need to be confined to the Dursley's and could live at Potter manor. He also probably no longer needed any of the stuff he left back at the Dursley's, except his school robes, Nimbus 2000 and Hedwig, but he could simply go get them later. For now, he needed to get a whole new wardrobe, and everything he will need for the new school year. He first made his way to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, to get his measurements taken. After that was done, he chose about 10 sets of casual wear. It would take a while for her to make the clothes, so he went to purchase a new trunk at another store, after all his old trunk was getting really worn down.

He ordered a custom trunk which had charms and runes that made the inside much bigger and could store a lot more stuff. The trunk could also be shrunk down to be kept in his pocket. It definitely cost him a pretty galleon, but he knew it would be worth it. While waiting for the trunk to be enchanted, he read up on some of the lists of contacts his grandparents had kept. He didn't find much, but one particular thing caught his eye, it was a wand maker. Harry thought Ollivander's was the only one who made and sold wands, but seems like he was wrong. Maybe he will pay a visit later, it never hurts to have an extra wand. After paying for his new trunk, he went to the book shop to buy his books for the new year as well as heading back to Madam Malkin's to collect his new clothes.

Once he was sure he had everything he needed, he headed to the wand maker shop. It was apparently in a secluded corner in between Knockturn and Diagon Alley. It was no wonder that it wasn't well known. Harry knocked on the door, before making his way inside, where he met an old man sitting behind the counter. He looked to be around 80 years old. His eyes were dark and intense, like he was staring into your soul, he had a high nose bridge and high cheekbones. His dark hair with grey streaks was tied in a bun at the back of his head with a few strands framing his face. His face was clean shaven and had close to no facial hair. A frown marred the man's face. He was well built and his arms looked like they could easily crush his skull. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the man's smooth deep voice, "what do you want kid?"

"Hello sir, I'm Harry Potter and I heard you make wands…" Harry said slowly.

The frown on the man's face instantly disappeared and a gentle smile graced his face. "A Potter huh? I was the one who made your grandparent's wands, I'm guessing you want one commissioned. My name is Milton Alfredo, and I make custom wands. Now that we have introduced ourselves, let's get you the components for your wand."

Harry didn't even get to utter a reply as the man enthusiastically dragged him into the adjacent room where there were numerous shelves lined with jars containing a variety of things.

"Every wand is unique and the components depend on the user's magic. Usually wands have two main components, a core and the wood. Of course there are exceptions but we will talk about it if it comes to it. Now, I want you to use your magic and let it guide you, let it pull you towards jars."

Harry closed his eyes and called upon his magic, and like a well, he pulled deep into his magical core and a rush of magical power coursed through his body. That was when he felt his magic pull him in a direction. Then a second. Then a third. His eyes snapped open and he followed his magic to the jars his magic called him towards. He gathered the three jars and made his way back to Milton, who placed the jars out on a workshop bench.

The first jar contained a dark reddish-brown wood. "This is mahogany wood, it has excellent workability and is very durable, the colour darkens overtime. It symbolises strength as well as protection." Milton explained

The second jar contained a single platinum scale. "This is a scale from the ancient dragon Bahamut. Dragons symbolise protection, prosperity, wisdom, infinity and magic. Bahamut was a being that valued wisdom, knowledge and justice. "

The third jar contained a blue feather. "This is the feather of a blue Phoenix. Phoenixes represent renewal and rebirth, where they emerge from the ashes of the past. Blue phoenixes in Egyptian mythology, can help replace your rigidity with fluidity and your old self with new."

"Your wand will certainly be an interesting one. A change, where your new self is born, with newfound power but uses this strength wisely to protect. It has fine components indeed but there's a missing component, a jewel as the focal point, one that can help consolidate the power. Say young man, would you perhaps have a jewel on you by any chance?"

Harry dug around in his moleskin pouch, before pulling out a bright green emerald. "Here, will this do?" He handed the emerald over to Milton to inspect.

"Emeralds represent true love and wealth. It is also linked to growth and hope. A perfect combination indeed. Say young man, would you like to observe me craft your wand?"

Harry quickly nodded, interested in the process. They headed over to another part of the shop where Milton began carving out the two vertical halves of the wand from the mahogany wood. Once he was done, he carved some runes on the wood, which he later explained will help with the bonding process. He then carefully wrapped the blue feather around the platinum scale, before chanting in another language Harry did not recognise. As the two cores were slowly merging together and emitting a bright white light, Milton placed the cores in between the two halves of the wand and the emerald at the bottom, at the base of the wand. The bonding process continued until the bright light died down, and in its place was a beautiful wand.

"Here you go kiddo, eleven and a half inches long, it should suit you perfectly."

Harry held the now finished wand, feeling his magic course through it, almost like it was an extension of his arm. Harry paid for the wand and thanked Milton for his help before leaving. Now that he had his extra wand, he was done for the day and it was time for him to visit Potter manor. Luckily for him, the Potter family ring also served as a portkey to Potter manor. He activated it and felt the pull on his naval. By the time he regained his bearings, he was face to face with a large mansion. It could easily pass off as a small castle. Upon closer inspection, the walls, windows, laun and the surrounding area were all in perfect condition. Harry made his way to the front door, pushing it open, he took his first steps in his ancestral home. Just then, a house elf popped into existence in front of him. Most likely the house elf that served the Potter family.

"C-could you be Master Harry?" Upon seeing Harry nod, the house elf continued, "Twinky has been really worried after we didn't hear from Master James and Mistress Lily, are they alright?" A sorrowful look made its way on Harry's face before he explained to Twinky everything that happened that led up to his parents' death. Twinky wept for a while with Harry comforting her before she pulled herself together and offered to help Harry move in. Harry also asked Twinky if she could fetch his broom, school robes and Hedwig from the Dursley's.

The next few weeks passed by quickly with Harry studying ahead and reading up on different branches of magic and more about wizarding culture. More importantly he began delving a bit into family magic after reading up on it. Harry also turned down the Weasley's family to join them at the Quidditch World Cup, where the death eaters attacked. He was concerned for the Weasleys but they came out alright, which made him feel better. Before he knew it, the morning to the start of the school year had arrived and it was time for him to return to Hogwarts once more. With Twinky's help, they packed everything he needed in his Trunk and apparated to King's Cross station, platform 9 and three quarter.

Harry decided to board the Hogwarts express first and wait for Ron and Hermione inside a compartment. As he navigated his way to the back of the train, he walked past a few slytherin students from his year. Thankfully, it was the few that didn't quarrell with him like Malfoy would. That was when he saw it, the girl with long blond hair, standing ever so slightly away from her friends, quietly pulling herself away, not big enough a gap to seem odd but it was something Harry definitely noticed. Then their eyes met, and he realised, it wasn't just the fact that she could have felt left out, but he could see it in her deep blue eyes, he recognised that look anywhere. It was the same look he always saw in the mirror. At first it looks like she was happy being with her friends, with the small smile that graced her beautiful face but he knew better, he could see the pain in her eyes, pain from not being good enough, pain from being oppressed, pain from being driven to the ground and pain from being all alone and having your feelings bottled inside. He knew she could see it too, the exact same look in his eyes.

But as quickly as it had happened, they walked past each other, not sparing the other another glance. However, these thoughts would continue to plague his mind throughout the rest of the train ride. He would zone out to think about the pain he saw in the slytherin girl's eyes when Ron and Hermione were bickering.