The first week was a blur of new faces, names and information for Harry. A talking hat had been placed on his head which started arguing with him over whether he was more like a snake or a lion. Harry had been thoroughly confused and ended up choosing the lion. He hadn't even had time to question the Hat before he was introduced to some boys his age, moved to a new shared bedroom and then told to go sit in on first year classes and when there were none, second year classes. He received daily crash courses on life in the magic world from professor Mcgonagall every evening as well. His every waking moment became a plethora of new faces, constant lessons, and conversations on the magical world. It was like Hogwarts was trying to shove four years of classes and life experiences into his head in one week.

To anyone else this would have been mind numbing and difficult. To Harry it was a breeze. He took it all in stride, he remembered everything and easily learned all of the material. He had been given a list of students that he could go to for help, but Harry had no need, nor did he want anybody elses help. He quickly learned material, at a rate where he needed to get textbooks from the library because the classes moved at too slow a pace.

He was fascinated by this new and different magical system. Unlike the magic studies in Nirn all of Earths magical studies had been recorded and built upon. In Nirn constant wars and political upheavals had destroyed many records of magical studies. In todays era magic in Nirn was a shade of what it once was. Few subjects of magic study had records that survived the centuries. It was rumored that different societies had hidden records of old magic but they hadn't shared it, so the majority of magicians were relearning magic blind, without the records of previous methods.

As far as Harry could tell the systems were widely different. Just the basic methods of casting were widely different. Earth magic was both wand and verbally based and incredibly difficult to perform without wand or voice. While magic on Nirn was mostly performed by hand and silent, some magicians used staffs to hold a particular spell for repeated use, but that was limited to a single spell. Their entire systems and school were majorly different in what they could do.

In Harry's opinion Earth magic was much more versatile with more uses, while Nirn magic was mainly battle magic, probably due to the constant wars and harsher lifestyle. Harry believed Nirn magicians could easily kill Earth magicians. The scale and power of Nirn magic widely varied but it wasn't uncommon to find extremely powerful magicians. While on Earth most magicians were equal in strength, just different in what they were willing to do. On Earth, extraordinary magicians were more rare.

All in all Harry was enjoying himself. He had so much time to study and learn new things. But there was a few things that annoyed him. He hadn't been allowed to leave the school until the Ministry had come to verify his identity. He wanted so badly to see the world, both Muggle and Magic. He had spent only four years of his life on Earth, and most of that time locked in a cupboard reading. He wanted to see all the things he had read about and the things he hadn't.

Another problem he had was battle magic. Because of his busy schedule he had no time to learn or practice battle magic, but really there was no point. It wasn't taught in Hogwarts and even the library had very little. Defense of the Dark Arts was a joke in Harry's opinion. It showed how easy the life Earth magicians had. The teacher was totally at odds with how easy Harry thought the class was. He was a serious fellow and obviously a veteran of fighting by the name Mad Eye Moody. He brought a sense of seriousness to the class but it didn't help that none of the material they learned was very offense oriented. Most defense spells were not very harmful and mainly for protection. You could defend yourself but they never taught how to get rid of the thing you were defending from. All of the offensive spells were mostly non-harmful and made to either scare or drive off an offending creature. There was even less offensive spells against other humans which Harry found stupid. You could always trust humans to fight, not teaching these kids to defend themselves was just creating victims.

But his biggest problem of all was the students. Now he wasn't an antisocial person. He enjoyed meeting new people and making friends. He did it often enough when visiting the various towns and bars across Skyrim. Granted he had never been good with people his own age; he always found more in common with adults, other warriors. But here he was famous, and apparently in hiding for the last 14 years. Students of all ages came seeking information. Few rarely approached him because despite his shortness, anybody who got on the wrong side of Harry could tell you he was very intimidating. But that didn't stop groups of students from following him or bombarding people he talked to with questions. It was an opposing mix of social isolation and social attraction. It got so bad that Harry had to use his invisibility constantly just to travel through the school. The foreign students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons generally left him alone. They seemed more pissed that Hogwarts now had 2 champions than they were interested in the mysterious return of Harry Potter.

All in all his first week had been very interesting.

Despite how much fun he was having or maybe in spite of it he felt very confused. He expected himself to feel extreme anger over being jerked from dimension to dimension again but he really didn't. He didn't have that many close friends back in Nirn, only people he got along well with. In Nirn he had been a roamer, an explorer of sorts and he had enjoyed it immensely. Yet here on Earth he had a chance to learn about his parents, and also explore an entire secret world of magic. He also had a chance to explore the non-magic world that he never got to really explore before he left. When he had been on Earth the only places he had really explored was the Dursleys cupboard and occasional visits to the library. He had seen and experienced many things in Nirn but he hadn't experienced much from Earth.

In Skyrim everything was about fighting. You could always be sure that travelling from village to village or city to city you would get attacked by bandits or some kind of creature. The entire continent constantly bred warriors just to survive. Harry thrived in this land. He was a natural in battle and constantly improving. He enjoyed the thrill of battle and the test of blade against blade or magic against magic. But he had always missed his academic studies.

As a child reading had been his first love. It had shown him the world outside his cupboard despite his inability to travel to it. He loved learning new things and reading about the wonders of the world. In Nirn the only things he could really learn was new fighting techniques. Now he had a chance to delve back into his academic side. And who knows? Maybe this world had some fighting for him too.

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Harry entered the great hall early, at 6 am, Monday of his second week. Most students were not awake yet and breakfast wasn't for another hour. As he entered he saw Headmaster Dumbledore talking with a pudgy fellow in a ridiculous outfit which Harry attributed to wizard society. It wasn't as flamboyant as Dumbledore's green and yellow robes decorated by spinning crescent moons but it was still quite clashing. The man was wearing a Green bowler hat with a pinstriped suit and a long black travelling coat. Harry supposed that this was the ministry official he was supposed to meet today, to verify his identity. Harry couldn't wait to get this over with, Dumbledore had hinted he had some sort of inheritance.

He had spent a lot of time in the library looking up school records of his parents since then. He had become enamored with the people he read about. His father had been a prankster and athlete. His mother had been beautiful, friendly and smart, not that his father hadn't been smart but she had been a much more diligent worker. He could see the similarities between himself and the two of them, yet despite the closeness he felt when reading about them he felt an even greater loss. Someone had taken away Harry's chance at a truly happy life with his parents. Whenever he thought of that, a roaring went through him, calling for blood. It was reading about his parents that had brought out the first feelings of hate towards this 'Lord Voldemort'.

"Ah Harry, Im glad you got my message. I would like you to meet Cornelius Fudge. The Minister of Magic" Dumbledore said. Harry stared incredulously at the man. The Minister of Magic! Just to see him? Harry took a moment to reevaluate how famous he might actually be.

"Are you sure this is him Dumbledore? We have had quite a few claiming to be Harry Potter in the recent years. Fame can attract all sorts." The man said, peering at Harry. Taking in his long hair with its braids, stoic face and his serious green eyes. It was quite the intimidating look for a 14 year old.

"I am quite sure Cornelius, but please, verify for yourself." Dumbledore stated amicably.

"I will, if you would please boy, a finger." Harry looked at Dumbledore, who simply smiled and noded, before sticking his left pointer finger out towards the Minister.

The Minister swiftly pulled out a small curved needle before pricking Harry and looking at his face. Harry gave no indication that he had been hurt, and the Minister looked pulled out a piece of paper before letting a drop of blood fall from the needle onto the paper. Staring intently at it. After a moment he looked up at Harry with his eyebrows raised.

"Harry Potter" he whispered, before turning abruptly to Dumbledore. "Where have you been hiding him Dumbledore? As powerful as you are the protection of an orphan should have been handled by the ministry. Not by a Schoolteacher."

"I believe I had the permission of the previous Minister, and you at the beginning of your term if I remember correctly. In fact I believe you didnt even ask about the boy until three years ago." Dumbledore said, still smiling and eyes twinkling.

Fudge blushed a bit before sticking out his portly chest and holding his head up. "Yes well, you assured me he was safe, but him not turning up in his first year caused me quite a bit of trouble, let me tell you. I've left you alone until now so I believe I deserve to know at least where he has been."

"Cornelius, surely you must understand that there are still those who wish to harm him. I'm afraid his previous location must still be kept a secret. You understand don't you?" Dumbledore said, still smiling while winking at Harry.

Fudge's face turned more red "What harm? The war is over Dumbledore. I don't know how many times I've told you this, your caution is unecessary. And besides I'm the Minister of Magic, there should be no secrets from me!"

"Um can I go to Diagon Alley?" Harry asked, eager to get his wand and see the wizarding world, not really caring about these twos play for power. Interrupted from their argument the two men turned to face Harry. Dumbledore smiled at him, while Fudge's face quickly shifted from anger to an over exaggerated smile.

"Of course my boy! In fact I will take you, Im sure we have much to talk about. My security detail will be coming shortly." Fudge said with a large smile and over-exaggerated cheer.

"Actually Cornelius, I've already arranged for Harry's security. Hagrid will be taking him, he doesn't have any classes today fortunately." Dumbledore interrupted.

"Your groundskeeper? That large-" Fudge said incredulously.

"Professor, Minister." Dumbledore admonished. "He is a professor, and more than enough security don't you agree? As well Im sure you as Minister have many things to do, least of which taking a schoolchild shopping."

Fudge fumbled his words, looking for an appropriate response. Harry sat amazed at Dumbledore, the man had easily blocked the Ministers attempts at gaining power, likely using Harry's fame. All the while being seen as a jovial old man.

I really need to figure out how famous I am. This is ridiculous.

"Er, very well. Harry Im sure I will be seeing you soon. Dumbledore." with a nod of his head the Minister turned on his heel and walked out the great hall.

"Harry I've arranged for transportation. Professor Hagrid will come get you from your common room in an hour." Dumbledore stated.

"Uh, thanks professor. Is there anything I should know about Diagonally?" Harry asked, curious of the Headmasters thoughts.

"Hmm, Id rather not ruin the surprise. I'm told it's quite the spectacle for new wizards and witches. Of course there are a few concerning alleys I would suggest you avoid but i dare say you could handle yourself. Hagrid will be with you as well so I doubt you'll have any problems. Though I should warn you that you will get a similar response as you did in Hogwarts. Most likely not as aggressive, but may I suggest a disguise of sort? Perhaps a 'punk rocker'? I do enjoy the muggle musicians colorful hair and outfits. Wizarding fashion is quite dull in comparison."

Harry stared incredulously. He would call wizarding style anything but dull. Of the two most famous wizards he had met one wore a bright green bowler hat and the other yellow and green robes with spinning crescent moons. And they both worked for the government no less!

But the disguise idea was great. He really didn't need a mob asking him questions or for autographs. Definitely not the punk rock idea though. Harry wasn't even sure if he could pull those off.

"How are classes going Harry? Minerva tells me you are quite the natural, most of the year one subjects in a week. Quite the accomplishment. Though she has expressed concerns of your sleeping habits." Dumbledore asked bringing Harry back from his thoughts.

"Oh yeah, its going great. Its not difficult at all, but I used to be pretty studios before I left so… You don't need to worry about the sleeping, I've never needed much of it. I don't get tired often, don't worry though I sleep when I need too." Harry answered, waiving off the concerns.

"You don't feel the need to sleep? Has it always been that way or just after you went to Nirn?" Dumbledore asked, peering intently.

Harry paused thinking, "Actually, probably after I went to Nirn. Im pretty sure I slept normally before."

"Be careful Harry that the gifts you had in Nirn aren't gone here, it would be best to exercise a modicum of caution." Dumbledore said, peering over his spectacles.

Harry frowned. He hadn't thought of that. Most of his advantages in Nirn were probably from being Dragonborn. The increased resistance to magic, cold, fire, disease and other effects. As well as the sleeping, strength, speed and who knows what else. Who knows if it would be the same on Earth? Harry promised himself not to get frozen, burned or poisoned in the meantime.

"Well, I must be off Harry, do not fear coming to me for anything else." with that Dumbledore turned and left. Most likely heading towards his office.

Harry thought for a moment, before deciding to head to his common room to wait for the professor. Less people could follow him there.

He used his invisibility amply. Avoiding the large groups of students crowding the hallways. He made it to the Gryffindor common room while it was sparsely populated. A few students milled about studying, reading or talking in hushed tones. Multiple glances were sent his way when he entered but thankfully no one got closer. Harry got the feeling he intimidated many people. Probably because of his looks and his crazy entrance to the school. Appearing in a bright haze of light dressed for war probably scared off a few people. On the other hand it had driven others to hound him for answers. Those few were either too stupid to notice his glares or willful enough to ignore them.

Harry started in surprise when two hands grabbed his shoulders.

"Well if it isn't our favorite dark haired Viking."

"Complete with iron armor, swords and braided hair"

"Have you lost weight?"

"Maybe a new haircut"

"You must tell us"

"-Who does your hair"

"Its quite striking"

"If we were a pair of ladies"

"You'd have to fight us off"

Harry laughed. Standing before him was undoubtedly two of the most interesting students he had met since coming to Earth. Probably two of a small group of people that he actually enjoyed the company of. Tall with a distinctive ginger hair were Fred and George, dressed in the Gryffindor robes, famous school pranksters.

"What do you guys want?" Harry asked, still smiling.

"A little birdie told us" one of the twins spoke.

"-That you were going to Diagonally today" the other continued.

"And we have a deal"

"That could be mutually beneficial."

"If you were so inclined."

Harry smiled at the act; it was amazing how they switched off like that.

"What do you need?" he asked.

"There were a few items we require" began the twins.

"-which are not readily available from Honey dukes."

"So if you would be a dear"

"and procure the items in question"

"We would be eternally grateful"

"-enough to provide items or favors in the future"

Harry smirked, "sure I can do that. There's probably plenty of things you guys could help with."

"Anything for the Boy-Who-Lived." Said either Fred or George bowing slightly.

Harry frowned at the title. Another thing he wasn't quite sure how to feel about, it wasn't like he had actually done anything to deserve such a title.

"You can't be actually thinking of helping them!" an affronted voice called out from the table next to them. Harry tuned to see a slightly attractive bushy haired brunette sitting at a table piled with books. The size of the pile made even Harry feel slightly amazed. Who needed that many books for one sitting?

"Ah Hermione, always a pleasure." Fred or George began.

"It doesn't really feel like a Monday until we've heard your voice"

"Its quite distinctive, I'm sure even animals take notice when you speak."

"Stop, I hate it when you two do that, it gives me a headache." Hermione said grimacing and rubbing her temple.

"And you" she said pointing at Harry. "You better not be actually helping these two. These items will most likely be illegal and even worse against school rules."

Harry stared incredulously at the girl, wondering if she had mixed up the thoughts.

Fred or George leaned over and whispered, "She's serious mate; the school book is like the bible to Hermione. Isn't she fun?"

"Hermione, as delightful as it is we really need to go."

"Yes, mayhem to spread, pranks to plan"

"Innocent first years to corrupt"

"You know how it is. Toodles, Harry we'll send you a list." with that both Fred and George briskly walked off. Leaving Harry with the annoyed fourth year.

"Um well-" Harry began.

"Your Harry Potter right?" Hermione interrupted.

"Um yes." Harry answered, wondering where this was going.

"I read about you in Notable Magicals of the 20th century. It was quite interesting. I'm sorry about your parents." She stated.

"Oh thank you." Harry was surprised at the change in tone.

"I heard you hadn't studied magic before this year because you were in hiding. People have noticed you've been sitting in on the first year classes," she said.

"Yeah, Dumbledore wasn't sure if all of Voldemort's followers were gone, so he kept me in hiding in the Muggle world. I didn't even know about wizard until this year. " Harry paused noticing that the girl was staring at him. "What?" he asked.

"Oh, its just that you said his name. Everyone I've met says You-Know-Who," she said blushing slightly.

"That's stupid, its just a name. It can't hurt you." Harry stated.

Hermione's blush seemed to deepen. She shook her head before saying "You're right, I can't believe I never thought of that. But even the teachers do it, I guess I just got accustomed to the moniker."

"I guess I didn't notice. Dumbledore just says Voldemort." Harry said.

"Really?" Hermione asked with sudden interest.

"Uh yeah, he doesn't use the moniker. Snape calls him the Dark Lord. But he's a git so … you know," Harry finished lamely rubbing the back of his neck.

"So are you going to participate in the tournament? Your were technically chosen as a champion." Hermione asked, curious.

"I dont think so, I think Dumbledore's researching a way to pull me out of it. Though with my luck it probably won't work and I'll end up having to do it anyway." Harry said. He hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about the tournament. There were so many other interesting things to learn.

"You'd be at a severe disadvantage if you were to participate since you don't actually know any magic, or even have a wand." Hermione stated.

"I wouldn't say I don't know any magic," harry stated cryptically. "And I'm getting my wand today." Harry stated.

Before Hermione could ask any more questions a booming voice called out, "Harry? Harry Potter? Are you in there lad?"

Hermione started in surprise, "Professor Hagrid?" she asked staring at the common room entrance.

"I'll be right out professor," Harry called out. He turned to Hermione, "bye Hermione, it was nice meeting you."

"You too Harry," she replied "If you need help with anything let me know. Im a good tutor!"

Harry stepped out of the common room and paused. He stared for a moment taking in Hagrid's massive size. Harry had seen the groundskeeper multiple times at a distance. He knew he was big but it was totally different standing in front of him.

"There you are lad! Ready to go? Dumbledore has arranged for us to travel by portkey, do you know what that is?" Hagrid asked.

Harry nodded, it was one of the many things he had learned in his crash courses with McGonagall. Magical transportation came in all types around the world. In Europe the main types were floo powder, apparition, portkey and broomstick (which he had yet to try).

"Good, good. Well head out to the grounds shall we? Not safe to use it inside, the portkey prevention ward may be up or down with all the guests arriving and leaving for the tournament. Right mess that is, tournament seems to bringing the whole country to Hogwarts. You probably have a bit to do with it eh lad?" Hagrid asked leading Harry through Hogwarts hallways toward the grounds in the back of the castle.

"Yeah I guess, I'm still getting used to the fame thing. I dont know why so many people want to be famous. It seems a right pain right now." Harry grumbled.

"Hah, getting a little too much attention are we?" Hagrid asked good naturally.

The question reminded Harry of his previous conversation with Dumbledore.

"Professor Hagrid, can we get somebody to change my appearance? I won't get anything done if I keep getting mobbed. Especially in Diagonally." Harry asked.

"Enough with the professor nonsense. I'm not teaching right now anyway. Alright, well stop by Flitwicks classroom. He shouldn't have a class at the moment." Hagrid answered. He led Harry through a small detour to Flitwick's charm classroom. "I'll wait outside all right? Though you should probably make it fast. We have to go if were going to get everything we need."

After quickly getting professor Flitwick to change Harry's hair blonde and longer to cover his scar which wouldnt go away no matter what spell was applied, Harry and Hagrid continued their journey to the grounds. Stopping only for Harry to receive a flying airplane that contained Fred and George's list of items.

Hagrid stopped near his hut, reaching into his large coat to pull out a bundle wrapped in a black cloth. He gently unwrapped it without touching the rainbow colored scarf inside.

"Try to relax when it jerks ya but its pretty scary your first time. So on tha count a three we grab it. Ready? One, two, three."

Both Harry and Hagrid grabbed the scarf at the same time. Harry felt like a hook had grabbed his hand and was holding him while the world spun away around him. After a few moments of spinning he and Hagrid hit the ground. Hagrid on his feet if a little tipsy while Harry landed firmly on his ass, smarting.

"Whoah, always gets me that does. Don't worry you'll eventually get it." After that contradictory statement Hagrid walked out of the dark alley they were in into the busy London streets.

Harry followed behind as Hagrid walked in front. Londoners stopped and gawked at Hagrids massive frame as he led Harry to a pub between a bookshop and a record store that nobody seem to really pay attention too.

Probably a muggle repelling charm, Harry thought to himself. Looking at the Muggle book store another thought hit him, I should probably start catching up on the muggle world too. Damn, theres so much to learn and catch up, I feel like I don't have any free time. Perhaps there's some magic to speed up the process.

He stopped pondering the thought when he and Hagrid entered the Leaky Cauldron, instead taking in the pub. It was quite dark and shabby, similar to many taverns Harry had spent his time in around Skyrim. Like those he could see that the pub was filled with all sorts of interesting characters. There were some witches in the corner smoking long pipes and drinking sherry, A dark skinned man in a large top hat speaking with an elderly man with large maroon robes, making his figure underneath hidden. There were a few other interesting characters all taking a moment to glance at Hagrid and Harry before going back to their drinks.

Hagrid ignored them all, walking straight through the throngs of tables and chairs towards a door in the back. The barman looked up at Hagrids and Harrys approach and waved.

"Oi Hagrid, how you've been? I heard you got the Magical Creatures position, good job mate." the barman called out.

"Thanks Tom, Id stay and chat but I got ta get some school supplies. I'll stop by soon." Hagrid said without pausing. He opened the back door and let Harry through into a chilly courtyard behind the bar.

Harry took in the plain courtyard and waited, certain that something magical was going to happen, just like the gargoyle in front of the headmasters office.

Hagrid didn't disappoint. He tapped a sequence into the brick wall at the back of the courtyard and the bricks began to fall away. Opening up to a large street.

Harry stared amazed at Diagonally and mentally stored the sequence Hagrid had used. Stores of all kind lined the side of the street.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley Harry." Hagrid stated. He waited another moment for Harry to get his bearings. "We should probably head to Gringotts to get your money first."

"Were the Potters rich?" Harry asked, curious and hopeful.

"Aye, I reckon. The Potters was an old family I think. Not as old as the 28 but moderately old. A family with that kind of name ought to have a large chunk a gold. Though ya parents spent a right lot against Voldemort so I won't guarantee anything. There ought to be a bit leftover." Hagrid pondered.

"The 28?" Harry asked confused.

"Oh right, well a long while ago 28 families declared themselves the oldest and most pure. They're all pretty famous and old though I don't think a lot of them are doing too well these days. I never did pay attention to that kind of stuff. Not from a famous family myself." Hagrid replied. Still leading Harry through the street towards the large Gringotts building in the back.

Harry simultaneously paid attention to what Hagrid was saying while also documenting each store the passed and creating a list of all the ones he wanted to check out after they got his money. He prayed that his parents had left him a lot because there were so many things he wanted to buy.

They stopped in front of Gringotts. Harry thought the building looked like some of the Greek buildings he had seen in books. It was a large white marble multistoried building. With multiple columns in the front. It towered over the other shops surrounding it. It had a set of white marble stairs leading towards the front doors. The doors were two large bronze pieces of metal that looked like they could take a cannon shot without opening. Standing beside the doors were two Goblins in scarlet and gold uniforms.

Harry stared curiously at the Goblins, taking in their light green tinted skin and short stature. They were probably at Harry's chest height and he was pretty short himself. He also noticed they had abnormally long fingers. They were slightly similar to the large Orcs of Nirn but at the same time vastly different.

"Gringotts here is the safest place for yer money and valuables. No place safer cept Hogwarts of course. Careful Harry, Goblins aint the nicest folk and they don't think like you and me." Hagrid stated noticing Harry's curious stare.

Harry nodded in confirmation as they walked through the large doors. They entered a long entrance hall sided by counters with Goblins behind them. The walls of the hall were dotted with large metal doors like the entrance along their length.

Hagrid walked right up to an open counter and stated "Harry Potter here to see his vault."

The Goblin at the counter looked up from its paper and stared at Hagrid before looking at Harry for a length of time. Harry read the name Griphook off of the award plate on his counter. Harry wasn't sure if the Goblin was annoyed or if that was just its face. He theorized that it was a bit of both.

"Key?" the Goblin asked holding its hand out. Harry started to panic; he didn't have any key. Was it something his parents were supposed to give before they died?

Hagrid interrupted Harry's fears with a "Oh right" before reaching into his coat and pulling out a small golden key.

Harry fumed inwardly that they key hadn't been given to him, the account owner. He intercepted the key when the Goblin made to hand it back to Hagrid, after inspecting it. Harry ignored Hagrids surprised look and followed the Goblin who had already started to walk toward a pair of large metal doors behind its counter.

Inside the doors was a small cavern cut into rock. The Goblin led the two wizards to a mining cart on a set of rails that led off into a hole in bedrock.

Harry paused uncertain if this was safe but followed Hagrid as he got into the large cart. It had been made with comfortable leather seats and small lantern holders.

"I always hated these things" Hagrid grumbled.

Griphook pushed a lever forward and the cart began to move forward into the caverns. It began to pick up speed until it was flying through dips and curves, pressing Harry back into his seat. Hagrid gripped the side of the cart and began spewing words that Harry couldn't hear over the wind racing by. Harry on the other hand whooped, enjoying the ride. He imagined it was similar to the roller coasters he had read about.

Harry couldn't be sure but he thought he saw Griphook grin while glancing at Hagrid.

The cart eventually stopped next to a large metal door with a complicated lock system covering it. After glancing at the Goblin Harry stepped forward and put his key in the only keyhole in the middle of the door and turned. Immediately the complicated lock system began to move, parts twisting and turning until the door split down the middle and opened up.

Harry cautiously stepped through the doors and stared. His brain short circuited for a moment before he came to his senses.

Before him was a room filled with piles of gold, silver and bronze coins. It was a fortune, or at least it would be in Skyrim.

"Hagrid" Harry called out.

"Yes Harry" Hagrid called from the cart outside the vault.

"Is this a lot?" Harry asked, wanting to confirm that this was indeed a large amount in the wizarding world.

Hagrid got out of the cart and walked into the vault, staring in amazement.

"Blimey Harry, you're rich. I reckon you could buy a pretty mansion for this lot." Hagrid exclaimed.

Harry stared amazed. He had his own fortune. A gift from his parents. He had too many emotions running through him to describe.

"This is all mine" Harry stated in amazement. He started to look around the vaulty for any items of importance that could have been his parents or other family members, but he found nothing but coins.

"Is this everything?" Harry asked Griphook, slightly confused as to the lack of items.

"This is your school vault, there is also the Potter Manor, the Potter Cottage in Godrics Hollow and the Potter Family Vault which you will only be able to access when you come of age." Griphook answered.

Harry stared at the Goblin for a moment. The Goblin stared back impassively.

"There's a manor, cottage and Family Vault? This isnt all of it?" Harry asked in amazement.

"I repeat this is your school fund, specifically for Hogwarts. Your parents did not list any other schools in the contract. This was all stated in your monthly Gringotts statements sent to your magical guardian" the Goblin stated.

"Who's my magical guardian?" Harry asked turning to Hagrid.

Hagrid rubbed his chin in thought, "Dumbledore I suppose. He's the magical guardian of all Muggle born students in Hogwarts."

Harry mentally made a note to himself to get hold of all future and past bank statements. He had a family fortune to run after all.

"Get a move on Harry. I have a few errands to run myself for the school and were running out of daylight." Hagrid stated.

"I don't have anything to hold my gold though, do wizards have wallets? Or pouches?" Harry asked.

"Pouches are the preferred. If you would like you can purchase varying sizes from Gringotts tellers. Pouches with security charms cost extra, but they do come with extension charms." Griphook inserted.

"Ill get the one with the security charm." Harry said. Griphook reached into his pocket before pulling out a black leather pouch with a small gold 'Gringotts' on it. After Harry handed over 5 galleons he handed the pouch to Harry.

Harry immediately turned to the piles of coins and started stuffing the pouch with them. Despite the large amount of coins he shoved in the pouch neither it nor the piles of gold showed a difference.

After gathering a decent amount Harry, Hagrid and Griphook returned to the lobby by cart. Harry whooping the whole way and Hagrid spewing what Harry assumed were curses. After a thank you to Griphook and receiving a strange look Harry led Hagrid out of the bank.

"We can split up here." Harry stated. He really wanted to go shopping on his own to discover all the nooks and crannies of Diagon Alley. Plus he really didn't like having a babysitter. "Didnt you say you had your own errands to run?"

"I dont know about that, I was asked to show you around." Hagrid replied uncertainly.

Harry saw the opportunity and took it. "You did, I really feel like I know the way now. Plus I need to see the wizarding world myself, I've missed out on too many chances already."

Seeing Hagrid was still uncertain he continued. "I promise to be careful, I won't go anywhere suspicious. I just need to get my school supplies and get some stuff for myself. Its what, 8:30? I'll meet you back here at five."

"FIVE? What in Merlin's name do you need all that time for?" Hagrid demanded.

"Please Hagrid, its the first time I've seen the wizarding world. This is the only connection I have to my parents really." Harry said laying on the remorse. "I want to take time and see it all, and I'd really rather do that alone, no offence."

"Oh Harry" Hagrid sniffed. Harry feared the big man would start tearing up. "You take the time you need. As long as you're careful. I'll wait for you here at five, but take your time. Your parents were good people, remember that."

Harry noded, feeling both extremely guilty and happy at the same time. After a last wave he turned and set off. He had a list of school supplies, a list for the twins and his own shopping to do.

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