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Chapter 1

"Be glad, Boy!" Vernon told the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter. "We are going to America for a vacation and you are coming with us." He informed his nephew when the 14 year old wizard exited Platform 9 and 3/4.

"Uncle Vernon, I don't think it would be safe for me to go with you." Harry stated softly, weary of angering his Uncle.

"Ungrateful brat, as you aren't 15 yet, we have to bring you abroad with us." Petunia snapped at her sister's son.

"Please don't misunderstand my words, Aunt Petunia, but you should know that one of my kind, the one that killed my parents in fact, is once more literally hunting me down with every intention of killing me." Harry informed his Aunt bluntly. "I don't want your family to suffer an attack because he wants nothing more than my death." He tried to explain, only for Vernon to punch him in the face, not caring that they were still near the Hogwarts Express Platform.

"Mr. Potter, are you okay?" A blonde witch dressed in fancy robes asked, having seen the Muggle attack him unprovoked. A snort came from behind her, a very familiar noise from one of his year-mates.

"Mother, don't bother with Potter." The very familiar voice of Harry's Slytherin rival advised the witch.

"Nothing to concern yourself with, Lady Malfoy." Harry assured, bowing at the waist and kissing her hand politely, silently cursing as he felt one of his eyes begin to swell from his uncle's sudden strike.

"Oi, Potter, stop drooling over my mum!" Draco Malfoy snarled, moving closer to be seen, his father stepping between his wife and son.

"Manners, Draconis!" Lucius murmured to his only child. "Cissa, are you ready?" He asked his wife, as she also shot their son a look of displeasure at his lack of manners.

"Hello, Lord Malfoy." Harry greeted the elder blonde wizard, remembering to follow one of his Godfather's letters on proper Pureblood mannerisms.

"Heir Potter, a good meet to you as well." Lucius drawled absently.

"Freak, what does he mean when he called you Heir?" Vernon demanded sharply of his nephew.

"My father was Lord James Charles Potter, his proper position was Duke Potter." Harry answered in a barely audible voice.

"Why did he address you as Freak?" Narcissa Malfoy nee Black; asked the teen, her voice icy towards the Muggle man.

"They always have, either that or Boy." Harry responded quietly, shock became apparent on all three purebloods' faces at his honest answer.

"How do they treat you?" Lucius questioned worried about the nonchalance displayed both on Harry's face and heard in his words.

"Worse than a house-elf." The black-haired teen spoke with no emotion in his tone, causing Narcissa to blanch at the blunt information.

"Enough, we have a plane to catch. Say goodbye, Boy." Vernon instructed Harry, his voice dangerously quiet with anger.

"Should you find yourself in need of anything, Heir Potter, do not hesitate to ask us." Lucius offered, dismayed for the boy's situation and knowing that he would never be allowed to take charge and care of the teen.

"Actually, would you be willing to allow Hedwig, my owl, to stay with you?" Harry requested, looking down at his Snowy Owl with a concerned expression.

"Of course, she is truly a beautiful Owl." Narcissa assured him instantly. Harry offered her a bright smile, opening the cage and grinning at Hedwig when she hopped onto his hand, allowing him to remove her from her cage. "Tell her to stay with us at Malfoy Mannor." The witch informed the Boy-Who-Lived quietly.

"Hedwig, I need you to-" The owl cut him off with a somewhat quiet hoot, and nipped Harry's nose affectionately, before taking flight and giving the Malfoys' a very humanlike nod as she flew away from the Train station. "Thank you, Lady Malfoy." Harry spoke with a fervent look of gratitude for the blonde witch. Harry then reached his hand out over his trunk and cast a wandless spell. "Reducio." The trunk shrunk to the size of his palm and he picked it up, placing it into his pocket. "I am all ready now, Uncle Vernon." He told his relative, bowing to the Malfoys. "Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again." He offered the traditional parting phrase as Lord Malfoy and Draco bowed back, Narcissa gracefully sweeping into a perfect curtsy.

"Blessed be." All three blondes chorused and as they straightened up, Draco took his mother's arm. They apperated away from King's Cross Station with a loud crack of sound. Vernon quickly led his wife, son and the unwanted freak of a nephew to the family car before he spoke to Harry once more.

"If you want anything, you will have to purchase it yourself. I won't waste any of my money on you for this trip." He sneered at the underaged wizard, not caring that he was possibly condemning the boy to an entire summer without food.

"Well if you take me to Diagon Alley before we leave I would pay you say, 40 pounds so I could withdraw some money for the trip?" Harry offered his Uncle, knowing how greedy the fat Muggle could be.

"Make it 100 pounds and you've got yourself a deal, Boy." Vernon declared gruffly, his eyes lit up with greed.

"Deal, but I have to get to the bank before I can pay you." He informed his shocked uncle, not wanting his uncle to expect him to hand over the money now. "I will have to retrieve the money from my vault and exchange it for Muggle money." He added, to clarify the situation for his Muggle guardians. The trip to the Magical shopping area was quick, being only a few blocks away from the Train Station, and Harry directed his uncle to park outside The Leaky Cauldron, stating it was the entrance to the Magical Community. "Will you be joining me for this trip?" He asked them, a barely there smile on his face as they parked outside the rickety building.

"Yes, everyone out of the car." Vernon ordered his family, not willing to let the boy go alone and dupe them. Harry led the way inside the Inn, stopping in delighted shock when he saw his favorite DADA professor sitting at the bar.

"Professor Lupin?" Harry called out to his werewolf uncle, taking in the condition of the older wizard's robes and the exhaustion that was deeply engraved upon his face.

"Harry!" The only free friend of James Potter greeted happily. "Good to see you, Cub."

"You too, Sir." Harry turned to his Muggle family and motioned for them to follow him. "We are going to Gringotts." He told Moony with a grin.

"Well, have fun with that, Cub." Remus answered with a small smile.

"Will do, but first, Sir, could you help me out? You see my trunk is already shrunk and I need to get both my key and wand out." The teen requested, a sheepish smile flitting across his face with a blush. Remus chuckled at the embarrassed teen and nodded, drawing his wand. Harry pulled the shrunken trunk out from his pocket, and set it on the ground between them. The adult wizard waived his wand, enlargenning the trunk to its proper size. Harry opened it and quickly pulled both items out closing the lid, the automatic lock engaging as he stood up. Remus flicked his wand again, this time silently casting the shrinking spell for the last living Potter. "Thank you, Sir." Harry said, picking up the miniature trunk and returning it to his pocket before hugging his father's old friend. "This way, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Dudley." He instructed, leading them out the back door to the hidden entrance to the Alley.

"Boy, this is a brick wall." Vernon hissed angrily at his nephew. Harry shook his head and tapped the sequence on the bricks with his wand, opening the archway for his relatives. "Nice trick, boy, now where are we going exactly?" The fat Muggle growled, impressed despite his utter disgust with all things magical, not seeing Harry slip his wand into a pocket.

"The huge building at the other end of the Alley is Gringotts, the bank for my world." Harry answered quietly. He suddenly grinned at a crazy idea and flicked his hair back, exposing his famous scar to everyone. A sudden hush came over the alley as his name was whispered down towards the bank. "Well, come on." He told the Dursley Family, an almost reckless grin on his face. "Welcome to my world." He stated blandly, leading the way to Gringotts, pausing briefly before the steps leading into the bank. "A word of caution, Goblins are easily offended, please be polite, and quiet until we exit the bank." Harry informed them, not letting the words sink in as he continued up the steps and into the bank. He walked up to an open desk, and waited to be acknowledged by the goblin teller.

"Name and key, please." The goblin spoke gruffly without looking up at his new customer.

"Harrison James Potter." Harry's softly spoken words were clear and when he lifted the key up for the Goblin to examine, he gave a brief, yet respectful nod to the creature as it took his key.

"Very good, Heir Potter-Black." The goblin snapped his fingers, and a familiar goblin approached them. "Take Heir Potter-Black to his trust vault." The desk goblin ordered his co-worker blandly.

"Yes, Sharpfang." The new goblin replied before turning to the client. "Follow me, please."

"Thank you, Griphook." Harry stated to the goblin causing the entire bank to go silent at his respectful words.

"You remember me, Heir Potter-Black?" Griphook spoke to the young wizard, shocked.

"Of course, you showed me to my vault 3 years ago, when I was eleven." Harry confirmed, confused at the reaction from the goblin.

"You are a very strange wizard." Griphook commented as he waived the group of 4 into a cart, once they were seated the cart shot off, heading down to Vault 687 at neckbreaking speed. "Here we are, Vault 687." He stated, stopping the cart and both Harry and he stepped out of the cart and approached the door to the vault. "Key please." He requested, holding out his hand for the key. Harry set it into Griphook's hand and fought off his laughter when his relatives gasped in shock once the door was opened. Once he had control of himself again, Harry turned to Griphook.

"After this I need to exchange it for Muggle money." He told the goblin, before drawing his wand. "Accio 700 galleons, 450 sickles, and 275 knuts." He pointed the money into a bottomless, weightless money pouch. "Accio money pouch." He cast the second spell after the requested money flew into the pouch. The filled money pouch flew to the teen's hand, and Harry secured it before putting his wand away and stepping back into the cart once the vault door was closed by Griphook. The goblin rejoined them, handing back Harry's key before he operated the cart back up to the surface, and the main banking area. Everyone disembarked from the cart when it stopped on the main level, and Griphook led the humans to the exchange desk.

"Heir Potter-Black wishes to exchange his money for Muggle currency." Griphook informed the teller. The older goblin grimmanced before speaking to Harry himself.

"How much would you like to exchange and which country are you wanting." He demanded with a sharp tone.

"I need 100 pounds first, then the rest needs to be American Muggle money." Harry answered with a slight bow, his tone polite and respectful.

"That will be 20 Galleons for the 100 pounds." The goblin instructed gruffly, eying the respectful wizard. Harry pulled out the 20 Galleons and took the 100 pounds in exchange, handing the Muggle notes to his uncle instantly. He then looked back at the goblin with a more relaxed expression.

"Alright I have 680 Galleons, 450 Sickles, and 275 knuts left, how much does that exchange out to be?" He asked the goblin quietly.

"The entire amount would come out to be $4990.50 in American dollars." The goblin calculated swiftly.

"That is perfect,." Harry answered, reaching for the money pouch but froze when the goblin pulled out a piece of parchment that looked similar to a muggle check. "What is that for?" He asked the goblin confused.

"We will remove it from your Vault, all we need is your Vault number and signature." Griphook informed the wizard, patiently.

"Oh, that works for me, thank you." Harry said with a smile. "Uncle Vernon, what time is our plane leaving?" He spoke softly, turning to face the man.

"It leaves in 3 hours, we need to check in an hour early." The muggle answered with a grumble. "Why?" He added, suspicious of the teen's sudden expression change.

"I can get us all new clothes, expensive clothes, and a proper meal, at a high end restaurant." The wizard offered, well aware that they would all be happier with him if he 'helped' with the finances. "Plus snacks for the trip, along with entertainment." He added, turning back when the Goblin cleared his throat for the teen's attention. Harry took the quill and filled in his Vault number before signing it. A sudden glow overcame the parchment and when it died down he was holding a money pouch containing the American Muggle money.

"If that is everything we can help you with today, Heir Potter-Black," The goblin stated in a slightly respectful tone. "May your Gold flow freely." He offered the teen with a slight bow.

"And may your enemies fall dead at your feet." Harry returned the goblin's bow with one of his own, using the phrase he was told was the proper response to the Goblin's words. Harry led his relatives out of the bank with a grin as he heard all three of the creatures that had helped him state in near unison 'what a strange wizard.' As they exited the bank Harry glanced around and headed towards New and Lingwood, a high end Muggle clothing store for men, promising his Aunt she would get 4 nice-expensive-dresses right after the 3 of them were finished. After 30 min, they left the men's store with 4 bags shrunken down. Harry paused at Olivander's for a wand holster, taking less than 3 minutes, before leading his group to Fortescule's Ice Cream Parlour, leaving both Vernon and Dudley with 20 Galleons while he escorted Petunia to Twilfittt and Tattings, spending 60 Galleons on her new clothes. Once they rejoined the two muggle men, Harry led them to one of the High and Fine Dinning restaurants for lunch, and then on to get traveling snack/entertainment. The last stop they made was at Stowe & Packers Magical Bags for a self shrinking/enlargening trunk to hold all the recent purchases on the plane. The entire shopping adventure lasted almost 2 hours, giving them a little over an hour to wait at the airport.