Inheritance; Chapter One – A Letter from Gringotts

A/N: Hello! And welcome to my first foray into the delights of Harry Potter fanfiction. I hope you enjoy reading about the trials and tribulations of receiving an inheritance and subsequently becoming the richest wizard in Britain. This is all set post-Hogwarts from Harry's 21st Birthday. This being a work of fanfiction, I have taken liberal artistic licence in the matter Wizarding law. In my world, although the age of majority is 17, a young witch or wizard cannot inherit property or titles until the age of 21. Some characters may end up OOC and Ron and Hermione will not end up together, neither will Harry and Ginny. But onwards and let us begin, in the kitchen at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place…

Dear Mr Potter,

It is our humble duty to inform you that upon your 21st birthday, you have inherited the assets, holdings and fortune of the Potter family. You also inherit, as head of the House of Potter and House of Black, the titles, styles and privileges of; "Lord Potter, Head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter" and "Lord Black, Head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black". Your new ennoblement allows you to take ownership of the hereditary seats of the respective houses you represent on the Wizengamot. However, as you may only personally vote from any one seat when the Wizengamot is in session, you may appoint a proxy to represent the House of Black or House of Potter depending on your choice of secondary title.

Before today, your only holdings in our care were in vault 687 of our London branch, namely your Trust fund, set up by your parents before you were born with a total value of 342,943 galleons, 15 sickles and 4 knuts. This has now been moved to vault 777, the Potter family vault with a total cash value of 5,944,847 galleons, 3 sickles and 25 knuts. The fortune of the Black family remains in the Black family vault; vault 711. This has a current value of 3,453,626 galleons, 6 sickles and 9 knuts.

In addition to this, you inherit the remaining contents of the Lestrange family vault – vault 804. This is due to the fact that the Lestrange family line has been declared extinct and you are the closest living relative. Vault 801's contents have a total value of 1,324,521 galleons and 21 knuts.

To summarise, your total holdings at Gringotts bank total 11,065,938 galleons, 11 sickles and 1 knut and you are authorised to access vaults 687, 711, 777 and 801. This does not include the various properties, precious stones and metals and other items that Gringotts holds in trust for you. To claim these items and properties you are requested by the bank to visit the London branch as the documentation for these items can only be transferred in person. We invite you to make an appointment with:

Wistnok Goblin, Goblin-in-Charge

Inheritance, Property and Estate Department,

Gringotts, London

We await your owl, at your earliest convenience, stating the time for your appointment.

Yours Sincerely

Pogrook Pronick

Head Goblin

Gringotts Bank, London

Harry was rereading the letter from the bank for the fifth or sixth time that day in the kitchen of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place which was now returned to its former glory. No longer did the stuffed heads of long since decapitated house elves grace the hall or the troll leg umbrella stand sit by the front door. Harry, with the assistance of a very willing Kreacher and Hermione had finished the restoration work the summer after the war. Unfortunately, they had not yet been able to remove the portrait of Sirius' mother Walburga Black who had muttered insults whenever somebody walked past. Only until Harry threaten to blast her from the wall did she finally shut up, and that was only enforced by the fact that Harry later cast an extremely powerful silencing charm upon her. Walburga was quickly silent and in fact slightly appreciative of the fact that the London family home was being restored.

No longer did doxys nest in the curtains or boggarts live in drawers. The whole house looked much cleaner and more ordinary, like it's neighbours at number eleven and number thirteen. Inside, Harry had Sirius' and Regulus' bedrooms restored so they were usable. Sirius' bedroom almost became a small museum to him and the other two Marauders – Pettigrew the traitor was erased from history. Regulus' room was turned into a guest bedroom. Harry took to calling the room he originally stayed in when he first came to Grimmauld Place in the summer of fifth year his own. However he did replace the aging bed with a new one from a furniture shop in Diagon Alley after his attempts at constructing flat pack furniture failed miserably.

It was Harry's twenty-first birthday today and he was throwing a party at Grimmauld Place for his friends who he considered family. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Dean, Seamus, George, Bill and Fleur – basically most of the students in Dumbledore's Army who had survived the Wizarding War even Percy and his girlfriend Audrey. He had invited Mr and Mrs Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Professors Slughorn, Sprout, Flitwick and McGonagall and Andromeda Tonks but they all graciously declined saying that they were a bit too old for the party and that Harry should celebrate those of his own age – nevertheless they passed on their birthday wishes and gifts which were currently sitting on the dining room table. Professor McGonagall said he could use the Hogwarts house-elves and the kitchens to help with the catering as they would otherwise have nothing to do during the summer. Kreacher was currently in Scotland, supervising the actions of the largest population of house-elves in Britain with military precision. Hagrid had said he would drop by later to deliver his gift in person.

The letter from Gringotts was a surprise, he hadn't expected to inherit anything further from his parents or godfather and he certainly hadn't expected to inherit the Lestrange fortune. He didn't want the latter, Bellatrix had killed Sirius before being killed by Molly Weasley in the Battle of Hogwarts – Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange were eaten by Aragog's descendants when they tried to flee Hogwarts once Voldemort had been defeated.

Thankfully it was the only letter he had received that morning. Harry and his friends had a standing arrangement with the Ministry of Magic called OwlRoost to deal with his copious amounts of post that he received from the Magical World every day. This was ever since he had received a number of cursed cards, parcel bombs and packages of undiluted bubertuber pus. The Ministry would screen his mail and he would gradually sort through it. Harry's birthday and the run-up to Christmas could see quite literally thousands of items of mail passing through OwlRoost and he taken to at the very least looking at everything that was ever sent to him, yet he rarely replied to his fans and often donated many of the gifts they sent to him to charities or St Mungo's.

What made things worse was the fact that this year, Harry became an 'eligible' bachelor. Harry would become the George Clooney of the Wizarding World. In the eyes of most, the age of 21 was seen as the age at which a wizard could start to think about marriage. Legally at the age of 21, Harry could inherit property and the rest of his family's fortune to complement his already impressive trust fund. So he had been told to expect many proposals and contracts offered by pureblood families for the hands of their daughters. Harry of course intended to ignore all of them but he had been told that he would have to pay the common courtesy of at least reading each and every proposal or contract and then rejecting the ones from whom he knew in writing.

The only exceptions to the OwlRoost rules were letters being carried by his own owl, owls on a specific personal list of exceptions and official Ministry owls. Gringotts' use of eagles also exempted them from the system due to the use of a different species of avian mail carrier. In the case of Harry's letter a particularly fine bald eagle had swooped into Grimmauld Place, dutifully executed its task and then taken to the air once again. All of his friends in any case had been told to bring any cards or presents in person or to send them along with someone who was attending the party.

Harry's train of thought was interrupted by a loud crack as Kreacher appeared in the room. "Happy Birthday Master Harry! Kreacher has brought Master Harry a gift," said the very excited house elf, Regulus' locket bouncing on his chest, before presenting Harry with a neatly wrapped parcel. Harry's birthday had quickly become one of Kreacher's favourite days of the year as it gave him a chance to display and develop his fine culinary skills in front of a wide audience. The parcel was about the size of a shoe box but felt quite weighty. Harry shook the box, nothing rattled within it. "Open it Master Harry!" the elf urged.

Harry removed the brown paper covering to find a heavy mahogany box with silver hinges and a silver plaque on the lid with the words "Black – Toujours Pur" engraved upon it in ornate letters. Inside, Harry found a solid silver representation of the Black family crest laying on a bed of purple velvet. Inside the lid, there was another, larger plaque upon which the names of every head of the Black family was engraved. He could see his name had been newly added below the name of his godfather and Regulus before him. The list went back over 800 years to Agusto Romulus Blaec. The silver was gleaming – most likely thanks to Kreacher who despite being Harry's house elf, was still loyal to the old family.

"This is the original Black family crest," declared Kreacher in a reverential tone. "You is now head of the family Master Harry, m'lord."

"M'lord?"

"You is now Lord Black, Harry Potter m'lord."

"Right, Kreacher, you can keep calling me Harry, none of this m'lord stuff…" Harry replied, determined not to change in light of his inheritance. "Anyway, about today, when are my friends due to arrive? How is the food getting on?"

"Your friends Sir are due to start arriving very soon Master Harry. Miss Hermione has already left home, she is driving here. Everyone else is apparating or using the Floo Network. The Hogwarts elves will be sending their culinary creations over shortly under my guidance. The cake is undergoing final preparations." Harry smiled slightly, he should have expected Hermione to drive. Her car was here pride and joy: a little Rover Metro in crimson that she had magically restored from a rusting hulk. She had bought it for a song and now it was sat in pride of place in the basement garage of the City apartment block her flat was in. The flat would have cost a lot for an upper middle class dentist's daughter but since leaving Hogwarts, Hermione had balanced studying for a muggle degree at Oxford with a well-paid job within the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures (affectionately labelled "the zoo" by other Ministry employees) – she had graduated and now was working full time. So the flat was within her budget seeing as the galleon was some eight to fifteen times more valuable than the pound – the exchange rate regularly fluctuated. Hermione loved muggle London, especially lit up at night like a Christmas tree. Harry smiled even more when he thought about the traffic in muggle London, and then about Hermione stressing out in the congestion about being late.

Harry looked back down at the letter from Gringotts. It had been printed on pale green headed paper (Gringotts Wizarding Bank, London Branch, Diagon Alley) and then elegantly signed off in dark green ink. He immediately sent back a reply with his owl Aura (breeze in Latin) – Hedwig's successor was also a Snowy Owl, but Aura had more black speckles in her feathers. He wrote that he was most surprised by this latest development and that he would drop by on Tuesday morning at ten to discuss matters with the goblins.

As it turned out, Hermione was the first to arrive. He welcomed her with a warm, friendly hug on the front door step – despite working in the same place (Harry had since completed training as an auror with Ron) they rarely saw each other.

Ron and Hermione had become a couple soon after the end of the battle but had soon realised that with the end of the war they had grown and developed and any thoughts of a relationship between them had died a quiet death. They had parted amicably. However since the separation, there had been a quiet rumour doing the rounds of the Ministry that Hermione still held a candle for Harry ad that if Harry had wanted a relationship, all he had to do was ask. Harry knew of the rumour, as did Hermione, but both had quietly agreed to wait and see what happened. Ron was still single, although some said that he still had eyes for Lavender Brown. The Golden Trio were still the best of friends.

The Harry-Ginny relationship also didn't survive much longer after the war and finally died when Ginny had gone on to secure a position at the Holyhead Harpies. She was now living on Anglesey for most of the year.

Hermione being the only one to arrive 'muggle-style', arrived alone. "Happy Birthday!" she beamed as she shoved a small bag of presents into his hand. "Wait right there, I've got some more stuff in the car for the party tonight." She went back to the Metro and extracted a crate of what looked like champagne from a mix of muggle and magical vineyards. She also brought a large cake box back into the house. "The champagne was from my trip to France at Easter – I got bottles from all over the place," she explained as she placed the wine crate on the dining room, "and I've got a crate of red waiting in the car if we need it."

"Honestly Hermione, it will be plenty – I brought some stuff out from the cellars earlier and unless we want to see Neville and Seamus drunk out of their minds singing something from the Weird Sisters we have got enough."

"I also brought a cake. I hope you've got the food ready, the others will be here soon and you know what Ron's like…" she laughed.

"Professor McGonagall graciously let me borrow the talents of the Hogwarts house elves and the kitchens, Kreacher will bring the food over…" but Harry stopped when saw Hermione's face fall at the mention of house elves. "Hermione, she assured me that the elves would be happy with this sort of thing – they have nothing to do all summer. Besides it's not as if they are being coerced into cooking. Their food is brilliant!" he reassured his friend, his mind fondly cast back to the days of SPEW and the House Elf Liberation Front. "Anyway, I have a hunch I may be getting more soon…"

"What do you mean more? More house elves? How?"

"I got a letter from Gringotts earlier, I'll explain later." Harry replied as a sea of red hair apparated on to his door step; Ron, Ginny, George, Charlie, Percy, Bill and Fleur.

"Happy Birthday mate!" Ron gave him a man-hug and putting his present on to the table. "Mum and Dad send their love and asked me to give you this and Mum baked this for you." He put the cake on the table next to Hermione's and gave a small wooden box to Harry. He then greeted the other Weasleys. George had with him a huge bag of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes which he placed on a chair alongside the now growing pile of presents including a new dragon hide cloak from Charlie, a season ticket for Quidditch games with the Holyhead Harpies from Ginny including an enchanted miniature model of the team, and a small box from Percy who greeted him with a somewhat awkward handshake – Harry hadn't quite forgotten his attitude from fifth year.

"Give him a hug Perce!" called out George as Charlie and Ron shoved him into Harry. Harry just laughed.

The rest of the guests arrived in due course, each presenting them with their gifts until Harry was left with a sizeable pile of carefully wrapped presents on his dining room table. They were unwrapped following one of the finest meals Harry ever had the fortune to consume from the Hogwarts house elves under Kreacher's command. They had also made a cake in the shape of a Gryffindor lion clutching an equally edible snitch with beating wings. The wings were enchanted pieces of gold leaf shaped into the wings of a snitch which flapped like the real thing. The elves also sent a small menu with the cake through which Harry was able to decide the final fillings and flavouring for each slice. From chocolate to coffee and jam sponge to Battenberg. The wings eventually flew off of the iced snitch which became a solid ball of lemon jelly. Harry put the now still wings aside and thought about framing them at a later date.

The food was accompanied by Hermione's champagne and a few choice vintages from the Black family cellar. Harry eventually sat back in the dining room, the party going on around him. Hermione and Ginny eventually sidled up to him. "Come on Harry, join the party..." Ginny whined.

"In a minute Ginny, I'll just finish this," Harry replied gesturing to the slice of cake sat on the silver plate he was eating from. Ginny then drifted off to talk to Neville. Hermione was about to say something but the doorbell rang and she followed Harry outside to see who it was.

When Harry opened the door he saw two large feet, with a large packing case marked "Fragile, this way up" topped off by a mess of hair. The box was being gripped by two sturdy hands. From behind the box came a voice; "Happy Birthday arry! Wow, how times 'ave changed, I remember when we met all 'em years ago, I had to pull the door off its hinges then an' all. Anyhow, 'ave you got a spare room? I want yeh to see this first before anyone else."

Harry laughed heartily. "I remember how you gave Dudley a pig's tail with that umbrella of yours."

"Well best not ter' mention that to anyone at Hogwarts. Anyway, have you got an empty room." Hagrid's beetle black eyes appeared over the top of the towering box. "This box is a little heavy."

"Of course, upstairs, second on the left. It's the tapestry room. Hermione, help me guide him." Thankfully the rest of the party had remained oblivious to Harry's arrival and were still in the drawing room, otherwise they may have got in the way of the delicate operation to move the box upstairs into the tapestry room. Harry had restored it slightly, reinstating Sirius, Andromeda on the family tree whilst taking great pleasure in blasting the images of known Death Eaters from the walls including Bellatrix Lestrange, whose gold he had just inherited. He kept the names though, as a reminder. Those who didn't learn history were prone to repeating it.

Once they got the box into the room, Harry saw that it was about the size of a kitchen table. Hagrid placed it in the middle of the room and grunted slightly. Harry and Hermione were both thinking the same thing: why didn't we levitate it upstairs and save Hagrid the trouble? "I'd better go Harry, leave you to your surprise, I'm sure you'll share later."

"Nonsense Hermione, you've got every right to see this too with him now," Hagrid replied, "open it Harry," he urged.

Harry looked at the box with a mixed look of curiosity and slight apprehension. Knowing Hagrid, there could be anything with the packing case, from a Blast-Ended Skrewt to a dragon's egg to a deluxe owl cage. He also was wondering how to get rid of the packing case. After a few seconds of thought he pulled out his wand. "Diffindo!" and as the case fell away, Harry and Hermione's jaws dropped.

"Happy Birthday Harry! From all at Hogwarts!" beamed Hagrid.

"Oh my God! Hagrid, how?" Hermione exclaimed at the sight before her.

"Magic," Hagrid replied simply, "jus' magic. The teachers helped o' course, I just provided an idea and transportation. So it's a gift from Hogwarts really."

Harry just stood there, shocked by what he could see in front of him. A giant model of Hogwarts Castle stood in the room slowly unpacking itself until the towers reached their full height – some seven or eight feet from the ground. It was shrouded a huge glass dome. The model was a precision piece, down from the giant pendulum swinging from a real clock in the entrance hall to the miniature roof tiles on Gryffindor Tower and the cabbages in the school greenhouses. Harry looked in wonder at the miniature version of his school, from the fringes of the Forbidden Forest near Hagrid's hut to the edge of the Black Lake the level of detail was amazing. The Womping Willow moved every so often and there were waves on the surface of the Black Lake while the miniature wind blew through the trees in the Forest.

"Hermione, turn off the lights, that's where the real Magic begins I think." Hagrid wasn't really surprised by Harry's shocked expression.

"Nox." Hermione extinguished the lights with her wand. As she did so, the castle began to light up. Harry could see the torches outside the main entrance ignite and flecks of light appeared through the windows in the Great Hall. The castle looked warm and inviting with torchlight at every window, glowing out into the darkness. It looked just like the first time Harry had seen the castle from the boat taking him to the Sorting Ceremony nearly a decade ago. 'Magical' was the only word that could describe it. Suddenly he felt as if he was eleven again and coming to Hogwarts for the first time.

"So Harry, what do you think?" Hagrid asked, not expecting him to silent for so long.

"Hagrid, it's beautiful! How did you manage it?" Harry managed to say before once again fixing his eyes on the huge glowing model in awe.

"A little help from the Professors and Dumbledore o' course, from his portrait."

Harry just stared on for several minutes. His eyes looking for all of his favourite places – his dormitory window, the tree next to the lake he would sit under in the summer, the fountains that were always frozen solid in winter and any trace of the Weasley's wild Ford Anglia in the forest.

"Now," the Keeper of the Key's and Grounds at Hogwarts passed a small booklet marked 'Instructions' to Harry. "Here's a little guide to how to shrink and move it as well as look inside."

"Is it as good inside as it looks outside?" Harry asked.

"Yeh, or so I was told," replied Hagrid. Anyway, I'd best look in downstairs at the party."

The book of instructions gave him the different commands needed to enlarge, shrink and further investigate the model of Hogwarts. He could lift the roofs off of the towers and move floors and corridors out of the way so as to have a better view inside the castle. Again, the level of detail was incredible, every statue, every suit of armour and a miniature version of every portrait was placed in the castle just like the original. Even the staircases shifted randomly and the ceiling of the Great Hall mirrored the night sky. The only thing missing were students, teachers and creatures.

Harry's wondrous explorations were curtailed by Hermione. "Harry, we've got a party to be getting back to, you can look at this and show everyone else later. We've been up here for nearly half an hour, people will be wondering what we are up to."

"Yeah, right…" but Harry was still distant, examining the intricate scale model.

"Harry! Come on, let's get back downstairs, people are waiting."

"Yeah, coming…"

The party was still in full swing when Harry returned to the drawing room. It didn't look like he was being missed until Ron sidled up to him, glass of mulled mead in hand from the Black family cellars. "Harry, where have you been? Everyone's waiting for you to tackle that great pile of gifts in the dining room."

"Right, let's do that then I want to show all of you something." Harry announced the last part to the room in general. His mind was still on the model of Hogwarts from Hagrid – who had since left into the night. The pile of presents he had to tackle was massive. From Hermione came a large bar of Honeydukes chocolate, a small silver stag ornament she had seen in a jewellers on Bond St. and a photo album that was half full of photos of him and his friends since the end of the war.

"There's plenty of space for you to add more pictures," she said when he opened it.

From Ron he got a Wizarding Wireless, a magical gramophone – which George promptly set up to play the latest hit from Warlock, a newly formed band taking the magical musical scene by storm – and a bespoke wand holster. "Now you can carry it in style!" Ron had said.

Seamus had given him a case of assorted Irish whiskeys including a "fine goblin vintage from 1953" which according to Seamus was a particularly good year.

Dean had brought a huge Gryffindor lion on a banner which was enchanted so it could move on the red cloth, roaring every so often. Percy presented him with a smart looking tie pin and cufflinks set – Harry wasn't particularly surprised when Percy merely said; "for work."

Bill and Fleur had brought him an ornate crystal wizard's chess set which Harry was assured was unbreakable and if pieces were broken during a game, they would quickly repair themselves for a new match. "With a bit of practise, you should be in with a greater chance of beating Ron!" Bill had joked.

"Not in a million years came the retort. I'll play you later. But before I do, you've forgotten something," Ron gestured to the small wooden box he had given Harry earlier. "Open it."

Inside the box, Harry found what looked like a pocket watch although it was slightly bigger. On the outside Harry could see his initials engraved onto the gold casing. Inside he could see a single silver hand on a dial which looked very similar to the Weasley family clock at the burrow. It had various sections including "Home" – to which the hand was pointing, "Work", "School", "Travelling", "Abroad" and "Mortal Peril." "What use is just one hand?" asked Harry, "if it only shows me one person, then what is the point of it?" he was a little confused.

"Ah, but that's the beauty of it you see," beamed Ron. "Say my name to it."

"OK. Ron," and the hand moved to a section on the dial marked "Party", the name on the dial had changed to Ronald Weasley.

"Let's try someone else. Ron suggested. How about 'Professor McGonagall or Delores Umbridge?"

When McGonagall was mentioned, the words on the hand changed to 'Professor Minerva McGonagall' and the hand swung around and landed on the section marked "School". When Umbridge was mentioned, the hand swung to "Prison" and the evil woman's name appeared engraved onto the hand. Harry said "Hermione" and the hand once again moved back to the "Party" section.

"It will work with almost anyone in the magical world and tell you vaguely where they are." Ron continued, "Consider it a gift, from all of us."

"Are we done down here? Because I have something amazing to show you all." Harry announced after opening the final present – a 'Grow your own magical herbs and fungi kit' from Neville.

"Show us what?" asked Luna. Hermione just smiled and knew that they would all be amazed

"Well, if we go upstairs, first door on the left. Hermione can lead the way. Hagrid brought it in."

The reactions of all present were as Hermione predicted, followed by lots of questions – How? Who from? Where can I get one? And when Harry dimmed the room lights he could see the wonder on his friends faces, in fact he was still in awe himself at the sight of over a hundred thousand miniature torches illuminating the castle and several hundred fire places alight giving the model the same sense of warmth as found in the castle that Harry called home for six years. Although Harry decided not to reveal to the room the fact that the castle also had a fully functioning interior or they would have been staring at it until the small hours of the morning as the roofs were removed and the miniature rooms explored.

"Hagrid said that it was a present from all at Hogwarts," he told Ron quietly.

"More like the present of a miniature Hogwarts," remarked Ron, the envy was clear in his voice.

There were indeed up until the small hours of the morning. Bill and Fleur were the first to leave, followed by Percy who said he had an early start the next morning. The rest of the guests also started to drift out until only Hermione and Ron remained. They had graciously declined Harry's offer of a room although happily volunteered to help Harry through his mountain of fan mail the next morning.

Ron had just disapparated back to the Burrow and Hermione was also about to depart before she remembered something. "Harry, what was that earlier about getting more house elves?"

"Oh that. Well you'd better read this," he replied and took the letter from Gringotts out of his jacket pocket and gave it to Hermione to read.

Hermione's jaw kept dropped a little after she read each paragraph. Some of the numbers involved were staggering well into the millions of galleons and possibly into the hundreds of millions of pounds in assets. Hermione was astounded.

"This makes you possibly the richest wizard in Britain. You know that don't you."

"I guess. One of the richest individuals certainly. But with the properties, one would assume come house elves. I'm going to the Bank on Tuesday so I can sort it out with the goblins."

"Have you told Ron about this yet?"

"No. I'd rather not. You know how dicey he can get still get over money and I don't want my friendship to suddenly breakdown with him over a large inheritance."

"I don't think so. The Weasleys have become substantially wealthier since the end of the war but I saw him when you showed him the model of Hogwarts, he was green with envy. I think you should tell him before you go to the bank but tell him in private."

"That sounds like a good idea."

"So you've got this inheritance, not to mention the titles, what are you going to do with it?"

"I know for certain that I'll be disposing of the Lestrange money as soon as possible. Give the lot to St Mungo's, Hogwarts and some muggle charities. But other than that, I don't know. I don't even know the full extent of the thing at the moment."

"I think that that's the right thing to do with that part of the fortune. If I were you though, I'd get a lawyer or someone who knows the law to come with you because with inheritances of this kind there is always mountains of additional paperwork – debts and contracts mostly."

"Well if you are volunteering, the appointment is for Tuesday morning. I'll meet you in Diagon Alley!"

"I'll help, as long as you tell Ron all about this before then."

"Deal."

"Now I really must be going, I'll see you tomorrow to deal with your mountain of post!"

"Goodnight Hermione."

"'night!" he heard her call from her little red car.

A/N: Please review, follow and favourite. Let me know what you think. Chapter 2 in the works. (I would love a model Hogwarts!)

(EDITED: 30-09-14)