a different harry potter

"No, surely not, the Ministry would not place a man in Azkaban without a trial," Septima remarked in growing horror.

"If there was a trial, Gringotts was never informed of such, and the Ministry is required to inform us of anything that affects inheritance rights," Sharpclaw stated gruffly reigning in his anger at his knowledge being questioned. After all, he was being far more helpful to the humans than he normally would be and he hoped his assistance paid off later. "Now, here is your key, Mr. Potter. Will there be anything else?" A bit startled by the change in conversation it took Harry a moment to remember why they had originally come to the bank.

"I would like to withdraw some money for my school supplies," he replied finally.

"We would also like to set an appointment to go over Mr. Potter's vaults, properties, and investments, and he would like to review his parents' wills," Septima added while they still had an audience with the goblin.

"Mr. Potter should be receiving monthly statements in regards to his vaults and investments. As for his parents' wills, they were sealed by order of the Supreme Mugwump. And, of course, Mr. Black's will has not been activated as he is still alive."

"I did not know about magic or that I had an account at Gringotts until today," Harry revealed. "I have never received a statement from Gringotts."

"It is not uncommon for statements to go to a guardian or parent until you are of age, except foryour trust account of course. You should start receiving those statements directly at age eleven," explained Sharpclaw with an odd expression that seemed to display more of his pointed teeth.

"Except we now know that Harry's remaining parent is in prison, and his muggle relatives have either never received a statement or have kept that information from him," Septima pointed out to the goblin.

"I will look into where the statements are going. In the meantime, this is the most recent copy of your statement regarding your vaults and investments," Sharpclaw stated removing a scroll from his desk and handing it to Harry. "Your properties are listed at the bottom of the statement. You have full access to your trust vault of course, but will have to wait until you are recognized as an adult before you can remove any money from the family vaults. If you wish to claim the heir rings, you may access more of your family magic and properties, though complete control will wait until you are acknowledged as an adult."

"Heir rings?"

Sharpclaw tapped a small dark wood box at the far side of his desk. He then slid the box towards Harry, and said "Place your dominant hand on the box." Harry did as instructed and placed his right hand on the box. After a moment, the box became warm to the touch and magic seemed to pulse from it. "You may open the box now, Mr. Potter, and place the Potter ring on your right ring finger and the Black ring on your pinkie finger"Harry picked up the ring on the right first. It was a thick gold ring with a ruby in its center, and Potter emblazoned on either side. A strange creature stood before a shield with a crossed wand and sword. He slipped the ring on his finger amazed as it shrunk to fit. A warmth spread from his fingers throughout his body, and he felt lighter than he had only moments ago.

The other ring was silver and housed a large black stone with the phrase "toujours pur" surrounding the stone. There were only two crossed wands before a black and silver shield on the sides, and no family name on the ring. He slid the ring onto his pinkie finger and watched as it too resized itself to his finger. He immediately felt a calm settle over his mind and he blinked at the odd sensation.

"Excellent," Sharpclaw announced when it was obvious that the rings had accepted the boy. "We shall meet in two weeks time to discuss my findings and I will answer your questions in regards to your investments at that time. Rockclaw will escort you to your vault."

"Thank you," Harry stated sincerely. Sharpclaw nodded in return.

Septima studied Harry as the two sat at a small table in a quiet restaurant in muggle London not far from Diagon Alley. After the insightful visit to the bank, she and Harry had purchased a wand with a wand holster and a trunk for him to use to store his school things before leaving the Alley for the muggle world and some much needed calm. It was still early in the afternoon, and she hoped to purchase some clothes for him before returning to the magical world to complete his school shopping."Have you decided what you would like?" She enquired as she watched him peruse the menu. Harry shook his head still unused to being allowed a voice in what he would eat.

"Is there anything you have always wanted to try?" Harry nodded, but didn't elaborate.

"Well, order something you want to try. The food is generally very good here," she informed him glancing down at her own menu. When the waitress returned to their table, Septima ordered a shepherd's pie, and Harry ordered the same. "You, are in for a treat, the shepherd's pie here is really good." The two sat in silence for several long minutes, and Septima struggled for a topic they could discuss that did not involve what they had learned at the bank.

"Do you like school?" She finally asked him then nearly kicked herself at the lameness of the question. Harry merely shrugged his shoulders.

"Do you have a favorite subject?" Harry thought about his time in school and his classes, but all that really stood out was his attempts at avoiding Dudley and his gang. He didn't know how to answer the question so he remained silent.

"What do you like to do?"

"I, I like to read, sometimes," was the quiet reply. He did like to read, when he could at school. It helped to take his mind off his life. And Dudley and his gang avoided the school library, so it was generally a safe place for Harry.Do you have a favorite book?" Harry shook his head.

"What else do you like to do?" Harry shrugged his shoulders again. He had never had time for doing anything except chores and school.

"I love reading, and traveling," Septima revealed deciding to open up to Harry in the hopes of encouraging him to do the same. "I just came back from a trip to Salem, Massachusetts in the United States. It was wonderful, and I'd never been there before," she informed him a smile brightening her face as she recalled the trip. "I was there for a conference, but stayed a few extra days just to do some exploring and look at the local sites."

"I'm quite looking forward to taking you shopping for some new clothes as well," she admitted softly just before their food arrived. "Please let me know if you start getting tired because I must confess I can shop for hours without resting." She winked as she said this last remark and Harry wasn't sure how to respond to that. On the rare occasions he went shopping with his aunt, he was forced to carry everything and instructed not to speak or touch anything. At that moment, the waitress returned with their food and Harry took in the shepherds pie placed in front of him. It smelled wonderful. He watched Septima as she spread her napkin on her lap, and picked up her utensils to start on her own food.

"Eat up, Harry. We still have more shopping to do later," she encouraged him. "You will need your strength." Harry tentatively placed his own napkin on his lap, and slowly started to cut into his food. The first bite was amazing, and he closed his eyes to savor the combination of flavors currentlyexploding in his mouth. He ate slowly and enjoyed every minute of it. He wasn't even able to finish half of it, but Septima assured him that it was alright. She allowed him to take the rest with him, and once they were outside and tucked away in a secluded corner cast some charms on it to preserve it while they shopped before placing it in Harry's trunk.

"Clothes, next," Septima stated with no small

amount of glee. Harry followed her quietly to a nearby shop. Within moments, Harry found himself in a dressing room with a small stack of trousers and shirts and the instructions to try them on to see which fitted the best. It was a strange sensation to try on new clothes, and everything seemed so snug. With his basic sizes known, the two then focused on choosing a variety of shirts, trousers, including jeans, jackets and shoes. Harry blushed when Septima sent him to pick out new underwear, undershirts, and socks reminding him that winters got very cold in Scotland so dressing in layers would help keep him warm. An hour later, Harry had enough new clothing to outfit him for a couple of weeks, and two new pairs of shoes, his first new trainers ever and a pair of black dress shoes. For someone who had only ever known Dudley's hand me downs, it was amazing.

"Do I really need this much?" He found himself asking before he could stop himself.

"Yes, and more, but we will get the rest at Madam Malkins," replied Septima pleased with the variety of clothing, both casual and dressy that the two had managed to acquire. There were a lot of items in black, white, and gray, with at least some red, blue, and green for color. He would still need robes and a sturdy pair of dragon hide boots for winter,but those would be easy to get in Diagon Alley. The two left the muggle shop loaded with bags that Septima shrank at the first opportunity, and added them to his trunk.

"Ready for round two in the Alley?" Harry nodded and followed her back through the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley, happy to get the opportunity to look around some more while under the newly re-applied notice-me-not charms. The apothecary was an easy stop with a basic kit, and some extras that Septima recommended so he could get familiar with the ingredients and in case of mistakes. His cauldron, scales, vials, and telescope were also quick purchases with Septima handling the payments and Harry standing just beside her to provide the necessary coins, keeping his head down and remaining as quiet as possible. He wasn't sure if he trusted the charms completely, and Septima had explained that drawing attention to yourself negated the charms.

"Why do you use parchment and quills?" He enquired at the stationary story as he compared the items on his school list to those on the shelf.

"Mostly, it's customary. You will find that the wizarding world in general likes to hold to its' traditions. And few wizards and witches cross into the muggle world for pens and paper," she added pleased that Harry was comfortable enough to ask a question.

"Are we allowed to use muggle pens and paper?"

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