Next Time Around

Diagon Alley

Author's note:
What is going on guys?!?!

#1 on bashing? #56 on Tom Riddle?? #1 on do-over? #4 on the Order of the Phoenix????

I mean seriously??? I didn't even think I'd get 200 reads when I started this thing!

So yeah. Thanks everyone :)

Anyways...

Disclaimer: I don't own HP universe.

Enjoy!

Harry smiled. It felt good to stand in Diagon Alley for once in his own skin. He felt a little more alive, more real somehow. Pushing his way around the many families going around shopping, he made his way to Gringotts.

At the doors he nodded respectfully to the guards. 'May your journey beget you fortune,' he mumbled. He easily stepped inside and went up to a teller.

'Hello master goblin. A man called Elias sent me-' he handed over his vault key '- to ask for a hundred galleons.'

'Very well,' the goblin drawled, 'Name?'

Harry coughed lightly and bowed a little closer as not to have to raise his voice. 'Hadrian James Potter.'

The goblin raised his eyebrows slowly. 'Hmm. Magical signature please.'

Harry quickly inserted a whiff of magic into the piece of parchment that he was given. 'Good enough?'

The goblin nodded slowly. He checked the parchment suspiciously, twice, and finally cast another measuring glance at Harry. 'Potter, huh? Can't say anyone has seen you around for quite some time...'

Harry smirked. 'Oh I'm quite sure you have... but I'd like to get my money now, please.'

The goblin, focusing back on his duty, nodded and waved over another goblin. 'Snarglac will bring you to mister Riddle's vault. I will warn you though. If any more than 100 galleons disappears out of mister Riddle's vault, goblin laws say he is allowed to kill you because of the contract you signed.'

Harry couldn't stop a snort of laughter escaping him. 'Of course, I understand. He's an assassin and all that, so I'm sure there will be consequences.'

With that he bowed to the teller goblin, said the traditional goodbyes and walked off with Snarglac. Through the big hall, they made their way to a hallway from where carts departed.

It was well lighted but still had a bit of dark feel to it. The place didn't have a very high ceiling, but white walls on all sides except for where the carts arrived and disappeared. Harry was lead over to the second last track, where a cart arrived within minutes.

As they sped down the seemingly infinite railway system, Harry found himself thanking his ability to hold down his bile. Even for someone who generally enjoyed fast things like this, the track was way to fast. After a grueling five minutes though, they were at his vault and Harry quickly got out, swaying a bit.

'Vault 1882. Mister Riddle's vault, mister Potter. Take out what you need and go.'

Harry nodded and walked inside, using his key to unlock the vault door. He had never actually been in his vault beforehand, choosing instead to just hold some money at hand. Over the years, the vault had accumulated quite a bit of wealth. He saw mounds of golden, silver, and bronze coins together with other trinkets he had found and gotten over the years. He also saw, to his great satisfaction, the glass vitrine holding all the different wands he had stolen, bought and had made. There were seven at the moment, all varying in compatibility, size, shape and so on.