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The next day found Harry and Theo sitting in the library.

“Before we leave for tomorrow, I must tell you something.” Theo spoke up.

“My grandfather had two sons with my father being the youngest. The first act of defiance my father did was falling in love with my mother and marrying her. They did not approve, so father left to live with mother.” Theo continued.

“Which must be why I never met my grandfather. My uncle died in the second war. He and grandfather were supporters of Amlóði.”

Theo paused and looked up at Harry to see his reaction.

“I’m sorry I haven’t told you this before- “

“It doesn’t matter.” Harry cut him off.

“I don’t care about them, as long as you and Vivian think of me as family. That is all that matters.”

Theo let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding and smiled softly. “Thank you.”

They ended their conversation and started planning for tomorrow.

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“Young Harry, Vivian has added some non-magical money and Vivian's wish list. Buy what you both need.” Vivian said as she handed a moleskine pouch to Harry.

Today they were both wearing loose black trousers and tunic. The tunic had some pattern in the collars and five buttons with silver decorative patterns on the front. Apparently, it won’t look too odd in either the wixen or the muggle world

“Young master Theo, do you have the rune stones with you?” Vivian moved on to question Theo. 

“Yes, Vivian. We’ll head out now. Harry, grab onto me and close your eyes.” Theo said. 

“Bye, aunt Vivian.” Harry waved at her as he moved to grab Theo’s hand, his other hand holding onto his upper arm.

Theo and Harry both squeezed their eyes shut, as Theo squeezed the rune stone and were whisked away instantly.

Both of them landed in a discreet alley, Harry having to tightly hold onto Theo in order to gather his own balance.

Harry opened his eyes and looked around, “any idea where we currently are?”

“We’re near the subway station; we need to board it in order to reach our destination.” Theo commented lightly, as he moved to get out of the alleyway and entered the bustling streets. Harry followed after him, still holding his hand. 

Harry purchased two tickets, and they pushed their way past the oncoming crowd in order to enter the train.

After an exhausting ride, they were finally near the Leaky Cauldron. Theo led the way.

They entered the back of a dingy pub, and Theo brandished his wand, and tapped some seemingly random pattern on a brick wall. After the last tap, the wall began to collapse into itself.

“How did you know about this?” Harry asked, a bit startled as he moved closer to Theo.

“I have come here before you know. Let’s first head to Gringotts to get some wixen currency.”

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The large white opulent marble building loomed over the two boys, two guardian statues on either side of the building. Harry could view an ominous message on the silver door (is that honestly real silver?), flanked by guards. Goblins, Harry had read about them before, they prided over their own and controlled the wixen economy.

The two boys walked through the long marble hallway and stopped in front of a teller. 

“Well met, my companion and I would like a private meeting with manager Rocbert.” Theo stated, with an air of self-importance Harry had never seen in him before.

The teller, Bogrod, as his name tag proclaimed, peered at them over his half frame glasses. He rang a bell and said something to an approaching guard in Gobbledygook. The guard motioned for them to follow him through another corridor off to the side. He stopped in front of a door and knocked twice.  

The door swung open and the guard bowed into the room before stepping back and walking away.

“Manager Rocbert,” Theo spoke up as he and Harry entered and sat in the chair in front of the goblin, “my companion and I would like to access our vaults.”

“Descendant Nott,” the goblin nodded as he pushed two blank parchments towards them, “a drop of your blood.” 

Theo was the first to take the offered ceremonial knife and made a small cut on left index finger and the swelling blood dripped onto the pitch white parchment. He motioned for Harry to do the same.

The goblin retrieved the parchments and watched the words unfolding, “descendent Nott, heir Potter.” He nodded to Theo and Harry respectively. He opened a drawer, summoned two keys and slid it towards them, “your vault keys, you only need to use this for any purchase.” 

“Would you both like to visit your trust vaults?” The goblin asked them.

They had talked about this before.

“No, thank you,” they both replied at the same time.

The goblin then turned to Harry and said, “you can claim your heirship when you achieve majority at 13 and lordship at 17.”

Harry nodded at him in gratitude. 

Theo and Harry soon bid him farewell and walked out of Gringotts. The keys stored in the moleskine pouch. The keys were keyed to their magic and would be nigh impossible for someone else to use it or for it to be lost. 

“First stop?” Harry questioned.

Theo moved to take out the acceptance letter. “Uniforms,” he stated and tucked the letter back into his pocket, “then the wand.”

Purchasing uniforms were pretty simple, they also purchased some casual wixen attire. They then headed to the only wand shop in Diagon Alley, Ollivander. The door chimed as Harry pushed it open, into a clustered shop. An elderly man appeared from behind one of the cabinets, carrying a stack of long wooden boxes. 

“Just a moment,” he called out before disappearing behind another cabinet.

Harry and Theo walked deeper into the store and stopped in front of the cash desk.

After a few minutes, the man reappeared in front of them. 

“Ah yes, Harry Potter and Theodore Nott. Yes yes, it’s just the right time.” The man said and then walked back and reappeared with some wooden boxes. 

“Let’s see Mr. Potter,” he opened one of the boxes and took out a wand, daintily handing it to Harry.

“Ah, no no no,” he drew the wand back swiftly before Harry could hold it in his hands. 

After going through a couple of boxes and accidentally setting some furniture on fire, the man said, “curious, curious, I wonder,” and went to the very back and handed a box to Harry. 

“No, not this one, too.”

Harry was starting to fear that he wasn’t going to get a wand at this rate. He turned to face Theo and could see the exasperated look in his face. They both sighed. 

Mr. Ollivander again came back with a black box, “perhaps…” and handed the glossy black wand to Harry.

As soon as Harry held it, he could feel a thrum of magic coursing through his very veins.

"This jet-black wand wood has an impressive appearance and reputation, being highly suited to all manner of combative magic, and to Transfiguration. The phoenix feather core is most picky about potential owners, their allegiance is usually hard won. Mr. Potter, I think we can hope for great things from you."  

Theo’s wand shopping went pretty much the same, before Mr. Ollivander returned with a box from a dusty cabinet.

“It’s seldom that I have such trouble,” the man said quite joyfully.

He handed the wand to Theo and peered at him as the wand accepted Theo. 

"The pine wand always chooses an independent, individual master who may be perceived as a loner, intriguing and perhaps mysterious. It enjoys being used creatively. The core is made of a White River Monster spine, which produces spells of force and elegance. Such interesting wands." 

He peered down at them before leaning back and clapping his hand, startling them both. “So very extraordinary wands, I wonder where it would lead you both. That would be 7 galleons each.”

Harry and Theo paid by inserting their vault keys into a semi-circular box.

“That was a weird experience,” Harry stated, after they had left the shop. 

“Ollivander has a reputation for being eccentric,” Theo commented, “let's buy the equipments and books and then head to the menagerie.”

Harry nodded and went to retrieve Vivian’s list from the moleskine pouch. 

Harry read the list, “‘The president’s lovely sweetheart: Darling hold on’… Why did I not know that Aunt Vivian reads those trashy romance novels?” 

“As mother used to say, nothing beats trashing a trashy romance novel,” Theo shrugged, “she evidently was successful in having Vivian read them too.”

Theo shuddered, “it kind of feels cursed. Harry, stay away from trashy romance novels.”

Harry nodded and thought that he would ask Aunt Vivian if he could borrow some of her books. For curiosity's sake.