Harry stared at the portal, saying, "We should have probably figure out how to move this."
Then he stepped into the portal, taking a moment to get used to the disorientation. Walking towards the house, he entered it. He was supposed to meet a pair of his father's friends, including his godfather, and then go on a shopping trip. He had considered bringing Lisanna and Levy along, but in the end decided he had to do this alone.
Stepping into the house, he found Lily and James sitting around talking to two men, who Harry couldn't tell much of from behind. Harry coughed, and Lily looked up, standing to give him a hug he awkwardly returned. The other two men had risen by the time the hug was done, and Harry was offered a hand by a man with graying brown hair wearing a suit under a brown coat, "Remus Lupin. I'm an old friend of the Potters. It's nice to meet you, Harry."
"It's nice to meet you too," Harry said.
In contrast, the other man with shaggy black hair and a beaming grin on his face; wearing a black t-shirt that said "Black Sabbath" on it, pulled Harry into a hug he was even more uncomfortable with than Lily.
"Harry," the man said, "Merlin, I missed you. It's good to see you're doing alright. Hell, that you survived. I'm Sirus Black, your godfather."
"It's nice to meet you?" Harry said, cautiously.
"Anyways," Lily said, "It's time to go to Diagon Alley. We'll be using the floo."
"Floo?"
"A way to travel. Hopefully it doesn't set off your motion sickness. Watch James; James, go ahead.
James stepped into the fireplace after grabbed a green powder from a small sack hanging next to the hearth. He threw it down, saying, "Diagon Alley!" and disappeared in a flash of green fire.
"Understand it?" Lily asked.
"Yeah, I think I got this."
—-
Sirius entered the Leaky Cauldron to Harry vomiting into a barrel, heavily. It appeared, he didn't "have this" after all.
"Do you get nauseous easily, Harry?" Remus asked politely.
"Only when it involves travel," Harry said, finally rising from the barrel, but still looking distinctly green around the gills.
"Then Floo probably wasn't the right choice," Remus said sympathetically, "It causes nausea in the best of people."
"I'm telling you," James said, firmly, "Broomsticks."
"So what are we doing here?" Harry asked.
"We're getting you vault keys," James said.
"Vault keys?"
"At Gringotts," James continued as Lily tapped her wand against the brick, triggering the archway to Diagon Alley. He pointed to the marble building in the distance, "It's a bank. We're gonna get a key for our vault, and Sirius's."
"Why Sirius's?" Harry asked, clearly confused, "Shouldn't that go to his family?"
Sirius barked a laugh, "No, I don't want any money going to my family, and I have no plans to have kids."
"And then we're gonna pick you up a wand," James finished.
"And maybe we can pick up some things for those ladies in your life," Sirius said with a wolfish grin.
"Oh, they told you about Levi and Lisanna?" Harry said conversationally, "Yeah, we should pick something up for them, I haven't gotten them gifts in a while, just hasn't really come up, y'know? Oh, and if we could pick up a cheap broom, I have a friend who I know used to want to ride on one when she was younger."
"So how'd it happen?" Sirius asked with a sly grin, throwing am arm around Harry's shoulders, causing him to jump..
"What?"
"You dating two girls?"
"Well," Harry rubbed the back of his neck, "Me and Levi had been dating for a couple years. Normal stuff, we were both kids in Fairy Tail, grew up together you know, normal stuff…. Then Lisa, none of us really expected it to happen. There was no betting pool for me and her like there was for Levi and me. She just kinda… Slipped in? She asked to stay the night after I saved her on an S-rank mission gone wrong, uh, and then started staying over more and more until, well, it was just the three of us."
—
Harry walked into the bank, one hand on Ereshkigal as he noticed the goblins holding halberds looking at him. They walked along the marble floor until they came across a open teller. James stepped forwards saying, "I'd like to get a key made for my son."
The goblin wearing pince-nez looked up at them, examining them carefully, "And may I see this son?"
"That'd be me," Harry said, stepping forwards. Besides the green color and slitted eye and the fact that he had lost the need for glasses as he became more draconic, Harry looked like a splitting image of James.
The goblin didn't even seem to react to that, focusing on the sword at Harry's waist, "May I see that?"
Harry hesitated, before drawing Ereshkigal and handing the hand and a half Shashka to the goblin, who examined it closely, "What is this made of? It's no metal I know of."
"That's because it's not metal, it's carved from a single scale of the Sword Saint Dragon, Kurnugi," Harry said fondly, "It's name is Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld."
"It's well made," the goblin praised, running a finger across it gently, and blood began to leak out of it, "As sharp as goblin silver, very impressive. May I ask how much we would have to pay to part with this?"
"What."
"If we could learn how to forge blades like this from dragon scales, it would help the Goblin race immensely, how much would you like for it?"
"I'm not selling it," Harry stated firmly, holding out his hand for Ereshkigal. He saw hesitation in the goblin's greedy black eyes, eyes flickering to the halberd wielding guards, like he was tempted to try and take Ereshkigal by force, before handing the black blade back to Harry, who sheathed it without another word.
"Let's get that key," Lily said, obviously feeling the tension in the air.
—
Lily walked into the small shop with Harry, James, Sirius and Remus off buying broomsticks. Immediately a man with wild white hair and silvery eyes came rolling over on a portable foot stool, "Harry Potter, I wasn't expecting you… ever, really. But still, it's a great pleasure to serve the slayer of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. May I ask which arm is your wand arm?"
"I'm right handed, but I'd prefer to keep it open for my sword" Harry said, as several tape measures flew around his body. Olivander let out a hum as he examined Harry, reaching out with one hand to pull Harry's left eye open, staring at the slitted pupil.
"May I see your hand?" Olivander asked, and Harry offered his left hand. Olivander examined it, running his fingers over the calluses and nodding, "You adventure regularly, I take it?"
"Yes," Harry said.
"I know just the wand," Olivander disappeared down the rows of wands, reappearing a moment later and offering Harry the wand, "Sycamore, 11 inches, dragon heartstring, unbowing, unbending."
"Dragon Heartstring?" Harry asked with a voice that held the sound of rasping steel in it, "How do you get those?"
"We take them from dragons that died of old age or were too wild. That one, as I remember, was a particularly vicious Hungarian Horntail that killed six handlers before being put down."
"Put down?" Harry hissed, hand stroking Ereshkigal.
"I can tell this is a sore subject for you," Olivander said, "but it needs to be stressed, killing six handlers is the equivalent of killing an entire team meant to monitor it. We don't kill dragons lightly."
Harry reached out and took the wand.
"Sycamore is a particularly adventurous wood, it likes to be on the hunt for new experiences. It tends to self combust if it's owner gets complacent. Give it a try."
Harry slashed a wand through the air, causing a stream of light.
"Very good, very good," Olivander said, "I expect great things from you with that wand, Mr. Potter."
—
They arrived back at Number 10 Harwood West to Lisanna standing there waiting for them.
"What's up, Lisa?" Harry asked.
"Erza's back, she wants Shadow Sword to join her, Natsu and Gray on a mission."