Harry woke the next morning feeling content as he lay in the fluffy sheets and blankets, revelling in the comfort. Finally, after a few minutes of just relaxing his swung from bed and stretched. He found Hedwig had returned and slipped in the window which he had left open. He pet her softly before hurrying to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. He dragged a brush through his hair and dressed quickly enough before grabbing a glass of water and some yogurt.
When his 'breakfast' was done he grabbed a deep green satchel from his trunk. He'd gotten it on one of his trips to Hogsmead last year. It was comfortable and had an enlarged inside. He threw a bunch of things he would need into it and pulled his sneakers on before yelling a goodbye to Hedwig and checking that he had his car keys, left the room.
Once on the streets of London he hailed the Knight bus and had it drop him off at Nightingale Cage. From there he took off into Diagon Alley and tore off to Gringotts. It was early enough that most shops were just opening or had just been open for a while. None were busy and the streets were mostly empty. He was glad because he'd forgotten his hat.
Once in the bank he walked up to a teller and asked to speak with Griphook. The short goblin, for he was short even among goblins, replied to his request quite quickly and met him in a mostly empty lounge area.
"Can I help you Lord Potter?" The goblin sneered.
"Actually yes. I am in the process of buying a house. A muggle house. I already found the one I want and can sign the papers today but the lady said I should bring a lawyer. And as I don't have one, nor do I know how to buy a house, I need some help."
The goblin frowned thoughtfully.
"First you need to get one of our bank cards."
"Huh?"
"Gringotts has a muggle branch for just this reason. Some wizards and witches need to buy expensive items in the muggle world and can't use cash without suspicion so we set up a way to transfer money to muggles legally without them getting suspicious of where the money comes from."
"Oh."
"Yes, 'oh'." The goblin smirked. "I'll have that done immediately."
"Okay. Can you tell me how much money I have?"
Griphook gave him an estimate.
"Oh." Harry said stunned. "And what is the galleon pound rate?"
"For every galleon there is about five pounds at the rate this moment. Oh, and the interest on the Potter vault, as it is an ancestral vault along with being one of the first hundred, is 3%. A very high percent."
"Oh."
Harry quickly did the math and spluttered. The goblin stretched its lips in a grin.
"As you can see you have no need top worry about money. You can buy what ever you wish when ever you wish and you will most likely never become broke. Even the house you buy now will be paid off in a few months with your interest."
"Wow." Harry said.
The goblin chuckled.
"Now. I'll go take care of you request and I'll arrange for someone to meet you at this realtor at…"
"Three." Harry mumbled.
"Good, good. We should have everything ready by then. Go enjoy the day." He said curtly.
"Thank you." Harry said.
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As he once again stood on the steps of Gringotts looking over the slowly filling alley he decided he would take the risk of getting caught and do a few things he wanted. He head towards Madam Malkin's first and foremost to buy a hat and some outer robes to blend in. When he stepped out of the robes store he was a bit more disguised. He glanced around the alley and made note of all the stores. As it was earlier he had a few hours to kill. Vertical Alley would be last as it was on his way out.
He spotted a store across the way and blinked wondering why he'd never noticed it before. Then he shrugged and head over. He stepped in and smiled at the slight twinkle of bells above his head. On the walls were shelves carrying pairs of folded glasses, every one different in frame or lens color. Some were behind glass with small lists of spells on them. Mirrors were squeezed in every area of wall that the shelves did not take up.
Harry noticed the front counter was void of anyone but he could hear some noise in the back room so he started to browse the glasses. He really did need to get some new ones, and now he had money he knew he didn't have to save just for school, he could. Harry finally found himself looking over the glasses in the glass case and grinning at some of them. Some of them changed eye color, some saw through disillusion charms, some had night vision, some had tracking charms for parents with small kids, and all manner of things.
Can I help you son?"
Harry jumped and spun to look at the smiling old gentle men who stood now beside him. He smiled at Harry and Harry found himself smiling back.
"Yes, I'd like a new pair of glasses."
"Of course! I can see yours are quite out of date and quite ugly."
Harry took no offence to that. He knew they were ugly.
"You would look perfect in some rounded rectangle lenses with say a silver wire frame." The man said eyeing him.
He set off down the rows of shelves until he smiled at a pair and brought them back. He held them out to Harry. Harry took them gently and looked them over. Plain clear lenses, silver frame with small Celtic knots making up the sides of the frames. Harry pulled his own pair off and slid the silver ones. He glanced in the mirror, leaning close to see a non-blurry reflection, and decided he liked them. He looked more of a scholar and adult with these on. He was surprised by how much of a change different glasses could make.
"Thank you. I'll take these ones."
"Of course, of course." The man said jollily.
He pulled his wand out and tapped the glass lenses muttering a long incantation. His wand tip glowed a deep blue and the lenses flared a moment. Then everything slowly changed and Harry found he could see everything too clearly. Slowly that settled and everything was perfect....