Everything is J.K. Rowlings. I only claim the plot. Everything else is hers, all the characters and the magic, all of it. Please let me know what you think though, I encourage feedback of all kinds, just be nice about it!

Thank you, everyone, for the reviews and the follows! Like I said at the beginning, this is a new territory for me exploring the Dark side of the war and all of that. So I'm really glad that people are enjoying it.

Again, I am about 90% positive this will be a Harry/Voldemort story. But I'm still open to ideas about Snape though.

If Magic Accepts and Approves

Harry opened his eyes to take in the dark blue canopy above him with the morning sunlight warming the light grey walls. It took him a moment before he remembered that he was in Voldemort's -No, Marvolo's- house. He groaned and sunk deeper into the fluffy pillows and silky sheets.

"Master Death Master sir!" a squeaky voice called making him bolt upright only to stare down at an unfamiliar elf who stood to the side of his bed nearest the door.

"Yes?" Harry questioned, taking in the same apparent uniform that Mimsy had worn, only now it was a dark green shirt and trousers.

"Master Death Master is being needing to wake up for breakfast, sir. Master is being wanting Master Death Master there in thirty minutes."

"What time is it?"

"It is being seven thirty, Master Death Master," the little elf dutifully replied. "Is Master Death Master being needing anything from Tobi?"

Harry glanced at the little elf once again and gave a nod. "Yes, Tobi. Could you help pick something for me to wear? I plan on going to Gringotts today to talk with the goblins about entering my family vaults and want to look the part."

"Of course, Master Death Master! Tobi is being honored to be helping." The little elf scurried towards the closet while Harry threw off the covers and dragged his feet to the bathroom.

Quickly showering, he then brushed his teeth and dried his hair. He was getting some very evident stubble on his jawline though and without his wand, he'd have to ask the elves to get him some shaving supplies. Stepping out he smiled at the robes that Tobi had chosen. They were a dark green almost black and after glancing in the mirror Harry knew he cut an imposing figure in them. The potions from yesterday morning in addition to a full nights sleep and actual food yesterday were already improving his haggard complexion from being trapped in the dungeon cell. His already darker skin helped to hide the bags under his eyes and bruises on his skin. He knew he needed the goblins to take him seriously enough to listen to his requests and so any little bit helped. Nodding to himself, he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. It was getting long though, after the craziness of the past month he hadn't really put much thought towards it...but maybe he could tie it back? He had seen Sirius do it before.

"Tobi, can I have a hair band?" The little elf was only too happy to comply and Harry tentatively pulled back his hair and tied it at the nape of his neck. For the moment it seemed to hold his hair well. The little tuft of black hair that jutted out past the hair tie barely brushed against his neck but the top of his hair looked contained which was good. However, Harry wasn't sure how long his hair would remain contained. For now, he wouldn't mess with it. "Great, thanks, Tobi. Now, can you help me get to the dining room?"

Tobi nodded eagerly and began guiding Harry through the halls. He tried harder to remember the way this time because he didn't want to keep calling on elves to guide him. He would learn it eventually he sighed to himself when Tobi finally stopped before the doors to the dining room. "Thank you, Tobi." The elf bowed and disappeared. Taking a deep breath, Harry pushed through the doors to eat another meal with his enemy turned ally.

Marvolo sat at the head of the table as he had done last night, looking very much the same only with new robes. "Good morning, Harry," the man greeted politely.

"Morning, Marvolo," Harry managed to get out before taking the seat directly across for the man once more. The food arrived and Harry filled his plate with eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes, and toast, before pouring himself a cup of tea.

"I trust you slept well?"

Harry gave a nod, eyeing the man across from him who was currently adding three scoops of sugar to his morning tea. It was such a human action that Harry was momentarily frozen.

"What's up with this?" Harry finally blurted out.

"I beg your pardon?" Marvolo questioned innocently, a perfect eyebrow raised.

"This!" Harry cried out. "All the bloody politeness and the helpfulness last night. I know we swore to not hurt each other and we are working as allies now, but that doesn't mean you have to talk to me or be polite."

The man took a sip from his tea as he stared at Harry across the table. "Let's just say it does not benefit me to continue with our previous aggression towards each other."

"What?"

"Tell me, Harry. You claimed yesterday that you did not feel hatred towards me, in fact, it seems that Dumbledore has far surpassed my previous standing on your Hate List. So if you are able to stop hating me. Why am I not allowed to?"

"Because you're the Dark Lord? I've thwarted your attempts on my life many times and I banished you into a spirit form for years. I've done far more things against you than you to me."

"So facing a worthy opponent and receiving losses is justifiable to hate?"

Harry chewed his lip as he stared at the man who was a Dark Lord. "No?"

"Exactly. Far from hating you, Harry. I've always held great respect for your person. You are one of the very few to face me without fear, one of the few who challenges me. I may have faced losses against you in our previous encounters, but that does not negate the respect shown for a worthy opponent." Harry swallowed. Voldemort didn't hate him? Voldemort...respected...him...what? "And as you pointed out, we are allies now. Why should I hate an ally?"

The damn man was right, of course. His words voicing perfectly reasoned logic. It just baffled Harry at the ease of this whole thing. "So that's just it? We strike a deal and 'poof' no more hatred?"

"Not exactly. I do believe that there will always be an amount of animosity between two people such as ourselves, Harry. We are far too similar for there not to be discord." Harry wanted to protest this point but Marvolo continued before he could open his mouth. "But now that certain elements present in our previous encounters have been removed, I believe we can work towards a quite amicable relationship. A partnership perhaps."

So that was it then. Voldemort still wanted Harry on his side but apparently not as a minion...but as a partner? Harry wasn't sure if he could believe that. Partnership and equality weren't how Voldemort worked. Harry stared at the man across from him. A man who was currently Marvolo. Voldemort didn't play with others, but maybe Marvolo did?

His thoughts spinning, Harry brushed off those thoughts. It didn't matter anyway. This was just temporary. "What elements have been removed?" He asked instead before taking a bite of his toast.

"Dumbledore's manipulations and a certain life or death atmosphere."

Harry snorted slightly at that. Yes, all of their other encounters Harry had been fighting for his life. Maybe that was why sharing a meal was making him so tense? He kept expecting spellfire.

"Technically speaking, Dumbledore's manipulations are still present," Harry commented with a chuckle as he took a sip of his tea. "I mean, that is why I came here after all."

A smirk flickered on the human lips of the Dark Lord. "Very true."

They continued their breakfast in a pleasant silence that Harry still wasn't sure how to handle. Yeah sure, Voldemort didn't hate him and that he was wanting to, Harry supposed, entice him to the Dark side completely by being a genial and polite host. But Harry doubted he would ever fully relax, especially when he was still wandless.

"Do you still intend on visiting Gringotts today?" Marvolo asked as they were finishing the last sip of their tea while the elves cleared the dishes.

"Yes. I don't see the point in waiting much longer. I was hoping to leave almost immediately," Harry said, suddenly nervous that Marvolo might turn Voldemort and forbid him from leaving. Technically Harry was under the man's protection and he might exercise that control by not letting him leave. Even if it had been his idea in the first place.

Harry's fretful worries proved needless though as Marvolo continued. "Quite right. You still do not have your wand, do you?" Harry shook his head, it had not even been a full day yet and he hadn't been able to give Dobby much to go on after all. "I have a spare that I will request you take with you. It would not do to be relying solely on your untrained gifts. In addition, I require you to wear this." The man pulled out a simple silver chain necklace with three snakes meshed into a circle as the pendant and actually stood up and walked around the table to where Harry sat, holding the necklace out to him. "It is an emergency portkey should you require a fast retreat. Otherwise, Tobi should be able to take you there and back. I should inform you that during your stay here, Tobi will be your personal elf."

"Thanks," Harry said hesitantly as he accepted the necklace and placed it around his neck. A portkey sounded reasonable and pretty handy. And the chain was simple enough to not draw attention and the pendant was low enough to be covered by his robes.

"The activation phrase is 'Safety'." Harry tried not to react to the obvious Parseltongue and just nodded and nervously glanced up at the man who was still standing before him only to realize that he was being handed a wand. It was pretty nondescript brown and plain, Harry certainly didn't get any sort of rush of connection when he grabbed it but anything was better than nothing. He also didn't want to know how Marvolo came by the wand either.

"And you should know that I do have a personal elf. I don't need to detract from Tobi's regular duties," he said mainly to prove that he wasn't some mindless robot just taking things as they were and that he could still protest some of the requests.

"You are his duties now. And it is of no concern of mine if you have elves of your own. You requested protection and this is my attempt to comply."

Harry sighed and just nodded, he was pretty sure that Marvolo was taking 'protection' a little to literally and seemed to actually be enjoying the chance to do so, but Harry really wasn't in a position to argue. "Right, thanks then." Merlin, thanking this man was messing with his mind. Him being in his Marvolo form was helping and it would no doubt mess with his mind to a permanent extent over the progression of this temporary business relationship. "Anyway, I guess I'll be heading out then," Harry said, standing. Since Marvolo had still been standing by his seat the movement brought them oddly close and it annoyed Harry that the man was taller than him.

Marvolo simply gave a regal nod of his head. "Of course. And when you return we can discuss what you have learned and I will give you a proper tour."

Suddenly feeling desperate to be out of the man's presence, Harry just nodded before all but bolting out of the room, taking deep breaths when he had made it a few hallways away. Groaning in frustration at struggling to deal with the whirlwind that was his life, Harry kicked at the nearby wall. Gritting his teeth at the pain in his foot but he took solace in the distraction, something else to focus on for the moment. Taking another deep breath, he smoothed out his robes and called for Tobi.

"Master Death Master be calling for Tobi?" The little elf asked eagerly.

"Yes, Tobi. I need to go to Gringotts. Can you take me there?"

"Oh yes, Master Death Master. Tobi is being most honored."

"Thanks, Tobi. Let's be off then." Harry said kindly. Tobi just nodded and grabbed hold of Harry's outstretched hand before the two were off. It was just as bad as wizard apparition, Harry decided when they landed at the front steps of the wizard bank. Luckily it was early morning and so very few people were in the streets, most of the shops were only just opening. Harry spotted the twins shop, finally able to take in front of it and couldn't help but smirk at the bright colors. He wondered if he could risk talking with them. Sighing, he turned away from the orange monstrosity and faced the cool white marble of the bank. "Thank you, Tobi. I will call for you when I need to return." The elf bowed and disappeared once more.

Taking deep breaths, Harry forced his head high and strode into the bank with all the confidence that he could fake. The bank was already open but most of the tellers were free. Striding forward to the nearest one, Harry cleared his throat to gain attention.

"Yes?" The goblin drawled, not even looking up.

"I request entrance into my family vaults and wish to prove rights over the Peverell vaults," Harry stated as calmly as he could but he knew his voice shook slightly. The goblin froze and raised its head. There was a moment of silence as the goblin took in Harry's appearance and Harry watched the goblin's eyes flicker to the lightning scar stretching and reaching across his forehead easily visible with the mess of hair pulled back.

"And what gives you rights to the Peverell vaults?"

"I have come into my magical inheritance as a Necromancer," Harry replied nervously though he kept his voice low so as not to attract the attention of the few other customers. He hoped the goblin wouldn't demand a demonstration. Harry wasn't sure if he'd be able to.

The goblin was silent though its eyes had widened a fraction at the statement. "Sliphook!" The goblin finally shouted and another goblin came forward. "Take Mr. Potter to one of our private rooms and gather Griphook, Riptooth, and Bloodtoe to join him."

The goblin, Sliphook, only nodded and with barely a glance at Harry turned and walked down one of the offshoot hallways and nervously Harry followed. He was ushered into a decent sized office room with a large desk and stiff chairs on either side of it. Harry was the only one there yet and so nervously he took his seat and waited for the three goblins.

After what felt like years, the door opened again and three goblins came forward each with papers in their hands. They took seats on the other side of the desk and they all turned their attention to Harry. Harry recognized Griphook from his first trip to the bank but the other two were strangers and none of the three looked friendly. Harry tried not to fidget with his hands under the penetrating stares.

"Welcome, Mr. Potter. I am Griphook, Head of the Potter Accounts."

"I am Riptooth, Head of the Black Accounts."

"I am Bloodtoe, Head of the Peverell Accounts."

Harry gave a nod to each of the goblins but frowned slightly. "Thank you all for meeting with me but, Riptooth, why are you here? I don't have a connection to the Black family."

The goblins all scowled at this and exchanged glances and harsh words that must have been Gobbledegook. "Your godfather was Sirius Orion Black, correct?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Potter, you were Lord Blacks heir from the moment he claimed you as his godson. As your grandmother was born a Black, Magic accepted this claim." Harry stared in shock at the goblins.

"What? My grandmother was a Black? Wait, Sirius was a Lord? I thought he was disowned."

His words did not seem to please the goblins but Riptooth still answered. "The late Lord Blacks mother attempted a disowning but it was not completed. So, the late Lord Black kept his title however unknowingly." Harry still sat there numbly.

"Right. So I was Sirius' heir?" The goblins nodded. "Am I the Potter Heir too?"

"Of course," Griphook said with a frown. "You are the last Potter descendant. Your father passed before he could claim the title of Lord but you are the Heir nonetheless." Harry tried to process all of the information.

"Mr. Potter," the third goblin, Bloodtoe, spoke and Harry looked over at him. "You claimed you had your magical inheritance in Necromancy."

Harry nodded numbly. "Yes, I have the mark if you wish to see it?" The goblins all nodded and so Harry undid the top half of his robes and pulled the fabric aside for the goblins eager eyes. Bloodtoe, in particular, seemed to be salivating at the sight. Nervously, Harry let the fabric fall back into place and redid his robes.

"Mr. Potter," Griphook continued, "by coming into your magical inheritance, Magic recognizes you as an adult in all matters. Given this, you can claim your Lordships today, if you wish."

"What would this do?"

"You would have access to all Family Vaults and properties. You could start investing further if you had the interest to expand your vaults. You would have access to Wills as well. And you would have seats on the Wizengamot."

Harry thought it over. He needed access to the Family Vaults, especially the Peverell ones if he wanted to learn. Having extra properties sounded nice too as did having seats on the Wizengamot. "Access to Wills? Like my parents and Sirius' Wills?" The goblins nodded. That settled it for Harry. "Then yes, I will take my Lordships today."

The goblins each pushed forward identical boxes. "In each of these boxes is the Lordship ring. Place it on your finger and then they will be resized to fit and remain on your fingers. If not then we can try the Heir ring, as it might be that there is an older, more qualified wizard for the Lord position. However, given the families, this is doubtful," Griphook explained.

"So I just put the rings on and I become Lord?"

"If Magic accepts and approves," Bloodtoe amended. "Though it seems unlikely that you will be denied."

Harry stared at the three boxes, they were rectangular in shape with a curved top. Harry opened the one in front of Griphook first. The Potter ring, of this one he was the least nervous about trying. He was the last Potter after all and if it failed then that meant there might be another Potter out there. The ring was a tarnished gold with an engraved shield for the setting with small rubies strung together to outline the shield. Harry reached out and felt the surprisingly warm metal in his fingers. Nervously, Harry slipped it onto his right-hand ring finger. The ring resized and flashed immediately with golden light and Harry smiled sadly as he looked at it, he really was the only Potter left.

Forcing himself not to get lost in his thoughts Harry turned to the Black ring. "This ring can either go on your index or middle finger and the Peverell ring will go on whichever one is left," Riptooth explained without prompting.

He opened the box and gazed at the titanium ring with 'Toujours Pur' engraved along the band in black script. Harry slid the Black ring onto his index finger and there was a moment of breathless waiting before the titanium shifted to fit his thin fingers and a silver pulse of magic solidified the bond. Licking his lips, Harry pulled the final box closer. The Peverells, a family that was thought to have died out until now. If he claimed the Lordship the family would be brought back. If the ring accepted him he'd have access to possible Necromancy information.

Harry pulled out the ring and observed it for a moment. It was black onyx with part of the mark on Harry's chest engraved in the setting in gold. It was only the triangle holding the smaller circle and line dividing them that Harry was now aware referred to the Deathly Hallows of legend. Harry stared at it a moment longer before taking a breath and pushing it onto his middle finger. There was a longer wait than with the Black ring but then this ring also flared brightly as it resized itself to fit permanently on his finger. Harry felt a weight fall upon his shoulders as he stared at the three ornate rings adorning his right hand. Swallowing thickly, he looked up at the goblins and saw their eager faces.

"Congratulations Lord Potter, now, let us get to proper business. These are the vault account documentation of all that items in each of the vaults, they are self-updating," Griphook said pushing forward a large bound book, followed closely by similar books pushed up by Riptooth and Bloodtoe. Harry tried not to gape too openly at the three books but just accepted them.

"Is it safe to shrink them?" He asked, flipping open the Peverell book and skimming the 'Items' page. Harry felt excitement tremble in his stomach as he spotted 'Journals' listed. He had caught a glimpse of the money and had to refrain from choking at the absurdly high number. He had a feeling the Black and Potter Vaults would have a similar number.

"Yes, quite safe, Lord Peverel. Also, these pouches are directly connected to their corresponding vaults so you will no longer need to continuously come in to withdraw money. Just pull from whichever pouch you wish," Bloodtoe said as the three goblins handed over simple leather pouches with the corresponding insignia on each pouch front with drawstring closings. Harry nodded again and accepted them, these were at least easier to carry.

"Now, as for properties," Griphook continued. "Sadly, the Potter Manor and the Cottage in Godric's Hollow were both destroyed during the last war." Harry deflated at these words. "Any artifacts of importance that could be saved are now in the Potter Vault whenever you wish to check it out. There are also a few homes overseas but all simple vacation homes."

"As for the Blacks, the Ancestral Home is known as Grimmauld Place and is owned by you, as well as one house elf by the name of Kreacher. There are also some vacation homes spread across the world but that is the only home located in Magical Britain."

"Wait, I own Grimmauld Place now and Kreacher?"

"Yes, you are Lord Black," Riptooth replied.

"Is it possible to ban certain people from using it?"

"Yes, quite easily. But why do you feel the need?" Riptooth questioned.

"While my godfather lived it was being used as Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. When I came into my magical inheritance certain members of this organization, led by Albus Dumbledore, deemed me too Dark and proceeded to keep me prisoner in the basement while they tried to torture the Necromancy out of me. I want them all out."

Bloodtoe gasped, and the reaction surprised Harry, he hadn't seen a goblin gasp before. "They tortured a Child of Death for the Blessing given!" Harry blinked but nodded. Another new title to add to the list it seemed: Necromancer, Death Master and now Child of Death. Interesting. "It is the most heinous of offenses. We can assist you in pressing charges if you so chose it."

"If you had claimed your Black Lordship already such harm could not have befallen you within your own house," Riptooth added. He and Griphook also looked furious at the news of his torture but not as much as Bloodtoe, probably because they weren't privy to possible Peverell secrets.

"I'll consider it. If I press charges then my inheritance is brought to light and I'm not sure if I'm ready for that yet."

"Of course, Lord Peverell," Bloodtoe said nodding his head.

"All occupants shall be removed from the premises, Lord Black," Riptooth assured him.

"You called me a Child of Death. What do the goblins know of Necromancy?" Harry asked cautiously. "I ask only because I know next to nothing. Wizards consider Necromancers the Darkest of the Dark but when I spoke with some House Elves they said that to them we were Death Masters and were a balance and brought justice."

The goblins looked at each other before Bloodtoe spoke again. "Lord Peverell, to the goblins, to be a Child of Death is a great honor and a horrendous responsibility. The goblins have been around for a long time and our memories are far stronger than a human. The eldest of us were born shortly after the times when the Peverell brothers, who were the last known Necromancers, graced the earth. They still tell tales of their great deeds passed from their elders who lived through that time. Deaths Children were jury, judge and executioner, they played neither side but the side of Death and alternately Life. They were feared and respected by all Magical Beings."

Harry listened to these words, again far different than the stories wizards told and closer to what Mimsy spoke of. "Thank you," Harry said graciously with a slight bow of his head. "Also, thank you for assisting me in obtaining my Lordships. I'm sure I shall have many questions. Will it be acceptable for me to seek answers to my questions from you in the future?"

"Of course, Lord Potter," Griphook answered. "We are your Account Managers, it is our duty to keep you fully informed and guide you in your money making expenditures."

"Great. Now, I would really like to visit the Peverell Vault right now and take some of the journals with me. I plan on visiting the Potter and Black Vaults individually as well but at a different time. But before we part, can I hear my parents and godfathers Wills?"

"We shall send in a request for the Wills, Lord Black. They should be available upon your return. If there was a Will, to begin with, it is possible that one was never written," Riptooth said as the three goblins stood. Harry followed suit.

Trying to recall what to do now. Going with what felt right, Harry gave a bow to the three goblins. "Thank you again for your assistance in these matters, I appreciate it greatly." The three goblins returned his bow.

"Lord Peverell, you are Deaths Child. Gringotts is honored to be of assistance," Bloodtoe responded. "Come, I shall guide you to your Vault." Bloodtoe then led Harry out of the office and down a series of hallways before reaching the familiar rollercoaster contraption. The two were silent as they took their seats in the cart and then Bloodtoe started them down the track. It was just as unsettlingly fast as it had been when he was eleven but Harry could enjoy the speed of it, it made him miss his Firebolt.

They went far deeper than where his Trust Vault was at, Harry realized as he watched the cart zip past more and more curves and jolt down steeper dives. By the time they stopped Harrys' hair was free from the band and fully windswept, the torches that provided light looked like orange pinpoints floating against the darkness. "Lord Peverell," Bloodtoe grunted, Harry twisted to see that the goblin had already gotten out and was waiting before a smooth portion of the wall's surface. Scrambling out, Harry stood beside the goblin and eyed the smooth wall. "Place the ring head here," the goblin continued. Harry glanced down and saw that Bloodtoe had peeled a small palm-sized section of the formerly smooth surface away revealing a hole the size of his ring.

Harry pressed the Deathly Hallows emblem on the ring into the hole and tensed when the wall then split down the center and began to separate. It didn't separate by much, but it was enough for Harry to follow Bloodtoe through with his shoulders brushing the stone on each side. Harry gasped at the sight that he was led to. It was a monstrous cave with glittering jewels and mountains of gold filling the entire back half to the point where Harry wasn't actually sure how far the cave stretched. However, he wasn't here for gold. Tearing his eyes from the glittering mounds, Harry searched the rest of the cave. Luckily there were torches lit that lightened the darker recesses and that's when Harry saw it. A bookshelf and desk tucked into one of the darker alcoves filled with parchment and bound journals. Harry rushed over and reverently hovered his hands over the documents afraid to touch them and cause them to disappear.

"These are all documents left by the Peverells, there should be plenty of information about Necromancy in them," Bloodtoe stated, walking over. "However, only Necromancers can read them."

"I want to take it all with me. I need to learn all that I can and I'd like to do it at my own pace," Harry said, not taking his eyes off the journals lining the shelves.

"Very well, Lord Peverell. It all belongs to you, you are free to take or leave what you wish. This might be of use to you," the goblin replied. Harry turned to see that the goblin was holding an enlarged trunk.

"Yes, thank you, Bloodtoe." Harry placed the trunk on the ground and then delicately began removing each of the journals off of the shelves and placing them gently into the trunk. Once the journals were placed, Harry draped the loose parchment leaves over the top before shutting and locking the trunk. Casting one more glance over the items in the cave, Harry nodded to himself. He would come back to explore after he read the journals.

In silence, Bloodtoe led Harry back to the cart and they began their speedy ascent upwards. Harry clutched at the chest like the lifeline it was. He wouldn't be ignorant about his own heritage and his own inheritance any longer. He wasn't some helpless boy just trying to wing it to get by. He was finally taking control of his life and the documents in the trunk were only the next step.

The journey to the surface seemed much quicker than to the vault but Harry didn't bother questioning it. Thanking Bloodtoe he saw that Griphook and Riptooth were standing on the platform waiting. "Did you find their Wills?" Harry asked hopefully.

Both goblins shook their heads in the negative. "Our apologies, Lord Potter. It seemed that if your parents and godfather did have Wills they were not given to us for keeping. It was common during this past war that parents passed without being able to write a Will and given the fugitive status of your godfather, he was unable to venture forth to place a Will here for safekeeping. In these instances, everything simply goes to the descendants, which would be yourself."

Harry tried not to show how crushed he was by this news. He hadn't wanted the Wills to see what he had been left. He had wanted them as another connection to his parents and Sirius. To read their words as they spoke to him.

"Thank you again for your help today, and I hope all of our future encounters are just as fruitful," Harry said politely giving another bow. The goblins gave a returned bow before leaving him to the banks' lobby. It was far busier now than when he had arrived and Harry nervously scanned the crowd for potential threats. He gripped the unfamiliar wand nervously, glad that he had something if he needed it. The pendant portkey on his chest felt cold as his nerves heated his skin. Swallowing, Harry ducked his head and walked as quickly as he could out of the bank. Once outside, he saw that the Alley was just as crowded if not more so than inside the bank. Sadly, Harry realized that he wouldn't be able to visit the twins. There was no way he'd be able to make it through the crowd without being noticed, especially with how nicely he was dressed.

"Tobi!" Harry called, ducking behind one of the gigantic marble pillars. The elf popped in front of him almost immediately. "Take me back, Tobi."