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Welcome to the Knight bus, transportation for the stranded witch or wizard." Stan Shunpike said in monotone, looking bored. "I'll be your conductor for the day. Eleven sickles for the ride, or fifteen and you get a hot chocolate-"
Harry counted out the money and dropped it in the older teen's hand.
"Diagon Alley please."
"Sure kid. What entrance?"
Harry blinked.
"Entrance?"
"Yeah. Do you want to get in through the Leaky Cauldron, through Talon's Inn, or through Nightingale Cage?"
"What's the difference?" Harry asked, still surprised.
"What's the difference, he asks." Stan snorted. "The Leaky Cauldron leads right into Diagon Alley. Talon's Inn leads into Knockturn Alley. And Nightingale Cage leads into Vertical Alley. They're all inns."
Harry blinked and briefly wondered what Vertical Alley was.
"Um…Nightingale Cage please."
"Sure. Take her away Ernie!"
Harry grabbed one of the poles just as the bus took off at high speed. Hs trunk slid into place under one of the many beds and Harry flopped flat on one, gripping the edge to hang on.
Five minutes later Harry was stumbling from the bus in front of a large blue building. It was a corner building with water blue walls and large windows that you couldn't see in. Harry quickly entered the building and looked around. He was in a restaurant area. The inside was greens and blues. There was a thick green carpet and the walls were a teal blue. Small round tables were spread about, metal wrought chairs pushed into them. Birds of many painted colors flew across the walls, paintings on the deep blue. Harry hurried past the tables to a small counter in front of a hall. A tall woman with curly blonde hair smiled at him.
"Hello Sweetie. Can I help you?"
"Um, yes please. I'd like to get into Vertical Alley."
"Oh! Of course dear! Follow me."
He followed her down the hall until they reached an arch way leading outside. They stepped into a beautiful courtyard of white stone with a small fountain in the middle. Benches and gardens surrounded the courtyard. Straight across from the arched doorway was a large beautiful metal gate that had small birds designed into it. The lady hummed and tapped it with her wand. It swung open and she stepped to the side.
"There you go dear. Need any other help."
"Can you point me towards Gringotts?"
"Of course. Just follow this alley to the end where it meets up with Diagon Alley. You should be about three stores down from the bank then."
"Thank you." Harry said dragging his trunk through the gates.
"You're welcome. And here."
She tapped his trunk as it passed and he blinked in surprise as it suddenly became as heavy as a feather."
"There you go. Trunks can't be shrunk because of certain magical properties and the things inside, but you can make them lighter." She winked. "Have a good day."
Harry nodded to her and took off down the street, curiously glancing around. He decided after seeing the first couple stores that this alley was not an alley you shopped at for supplies for school or home. It had music stores, art stores, cafés, portrait stores, pet stores, dress stores, jewellery stores, and other indulging stores. Everything in this alley was also light and cheerful, painted bright colors and with gardens on the sidewalks and window sills.
Harry finally exited the beautiful alley into the more plain Diagon Alley. He found himself recognizing the area and wondered how he had never noticed the entrance to Vertical Alley as it was as wide as a small building. Harry shook the thoughts away and quickly headed for Gringotts.
No one would notice he was missing from the Dursely's for a few hours at the very least. And that's only if they checked up on him after Vernon got home. He doubted that would happen. No one would probably know he was gone all summer if he hid himself well enough. One spotting in Diagon or by any other magical people he knew or recognized him and he would be labelled missing. But until then he would be safe.
"Excuse me?" Harry asked.
"The Potter ring accepted you meaning you are now officially the Lord of the Potter clan."
Harry blinked in numb shock.
"What?"
The goblin rolled its eyes.
"You are now Lord Potter."
"Oh."
There was a moment of silence.
"Why?"
The goblin sighed in weariness.
Because you slipped on the ring and it accepted you. Lord rings are not just for looks. They are deeply embedded with magic from the generations of their use. They are sentient enough to judge a persons mind and heart to see if they approve of them and wish to be worn by them. If a ring accepts you, you are officially the lord of the clan the ring represents."
"…That's it? I'm now a lord? Just like that? No paperwork, no ceremony, no ritual, no spell?"
"Correct."
"Oh…. So what does the title Lord entail?" He asked cautiously.
The grin returned, showing sharp teeth.
"It means that you control all assets of the Potters, you gain the title Lord, and you are immediately an adult."
Harry blinked in dumb surprise.
"I'm an adult." He whispered.
"Yes."
"I'm officially an adult? I can live on my own and stuff?"
"Yes."
"…You brought me here to this vault why?" Harry asked softly.
Because you are one of our top clients. Vaults are frozen if the head of a family dies and are only woken when the next head wakens them. The longer your vault is frozen the longer it is closed off from even our bank. Large vaults bring both clients and us wealth through loans, investments, and interest plans. We had believed you were just waiting, not ignorant."
"…There is no age limits on the vaults? Like no one under adult status can't access their family vault?"
The goblin scoffed.
The ministry tried to enact laws like that, but Gringotts is under the Goblin Nation. We do not care how young a human may be. If they have money in our bank they are our clients and as such we do not care if they are of age or not. Their money makes us money."
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