Disclaimer: Nope, don't own any of these characters, except for the ones not in the HP books anyways.

Summary: Just as it says, I'm not giving more info out as of yet. :-P

Harry Potter and the Quest of Training

Chapter 2

The ride down to his family vault was quite uneventful. As Harry got out of the cart, he realized he didn't have any keys for the two vaults. Looking at the goblin, who on the ride down discovered his name to be Rungspick, Harry asked, "What about a key? Don't I need one to get into my vaults?"

The goblin looked at Harry before shaking his head, motioning for Harry to come closer and to put his hand on the door.

Looking slightly suspicious, Harry did as he was told. Once his hand touched the door, he felt a tingling sensation in the palm of his hand before warmth spreading through him, and he saw the door glow a soft golden color.

After the glow, along with the warm feeling died down, Rungspick drew a few, goblin runes onto the door which caused the door to open inwards slowly. Harry glanced up at the number and family crest on top, which read #13 underneath a picture of a proud Griffon standing with one paw on a sword, another on a wand. The words over the griffon have worn away through time, all that was left being the odd letter which wasn't readable from where Harry was standing.

Shrugging mentally, Harry stepped into his vault, only to be amazed by the towering piles of galleons, along with piles of sickles and knuts along the edges along the vault. Not only were there regular wizarding coins, but there were also smaller piles of jewels and gems scattered throughout the vault. The wall furthest from Harry, along with the wall to his right were covered with different weapons collected over the years, many of which looked to be in need of some service. The blades had dulled through time, the wood rotted, the bindings dried out, among many different rust spots. Even the strongest preservation spells wouldn't have lasted a century as it seemed many of the weapons came from the founders' time, if the years carved into the wall above the weapons were anything to go by.

Along the wall next to the left of Harry, shelves of ancient books stood, many of their bindings in rough shape, along with the covers. From where Harry was standing, the parchments within were looking very brittle. Mentally kicking himself, Harry moved around his vault, picking up the odd jewel and looking at it before placing it back down. Making his way towards the back of the room, Harry stumbled upon a bad. Lifting it up, he read the tag that was stuck to it.

Ever-Refilling Bag,
1856, Karea Potter
Direct connection to the Potter Family Vault, reach into the bag, think of how many Galleons, Sickles, or Knuts you'll need, and they'll appear.
Warning: Only Potter Family may use, (those with the blood) If other's try, well, the Potter's aren't responsible for any harm done to them.

Looking curiously at the bag, Harry put his hand into it and thought of one galleon, two sickles and four knuts. Closing his hand, Harry felt the weight of a few coins settle into his hand, along with a few clinking on the bottom of the bag. Dumping them into a pile, he realized there was exactly the amount he had asked for.

Turning back towards the door, knowing he didn't have the time to finish looking through the vault, as he had to go shop still, Harry hooked the Ever-Refilling Bag to his jeans underneath his cloak.

"Rungspick, I think I'll have to look through the Black family vault at another time, can you just take me back up to the ground level please?"

"Yes Mr. Potter."

Harry smiled and nodded, and after getting into the cart, Harry thought of the things he needed to buy after he got out of Gringotts.

After the long ride back to the ground level, saying goodbye to Rungspick, and having another nameless goblin bring him a thick folder with a letter from Griphook saying these were the files and papers he had requested earlier. Harry sat in one of the chairs to quickly fill out the paper to keep Albus Dumbledore completely out of his affairs once and for all.

Handing the paper to once again, another nameless goblin at a desk, Harry asked for this to be filed as soon as possible. Once the goblin had agreed, Harry put the hood of his cloak back up and made his way into Diagon alley to do some quick shopping with what was left of the night.

The first stop being Ollivanders. After walking into the shop, and seeing a younger man at the desk, Harry realized how late it really was, and that in retrospect, that was quite a good thing, the people running the shops would of course be different than the people during the day, therefore, the chance of being recognized steeply declined.

"Hello young sir, are you looking for a wand?" The man at the desk asked, you could tell he was biting back a yawn as he looked curiously at Harry.

"No, I was wondering if you had any wand holsters."

"We do, would you like an arm holster, or leg holster. What would you like it to be made out of?" Once Harry spoke of a wand holster, the man had sat up straighter in his chair, happy to be making a more profitable sale than a wand.

"I'd like both please, and could you make them out of dragon's hide? Also, is their any charmed that will only let the person who owns the wand, take the wand out?"

Now, the man was starting to look at Harry suspiciously, but nodded all the same and headed towards the back of the room. Some shuffling about, along with a few bangs could be heard before he came towards the front, carrying a box holding several holsters, all shining slightly as the dim light hit the scales on the dragon hide.

"Here we have what you're asking for in an arm holster, but with an added charm that will keep the wand holster invisible to most eyes, especially muggles." The man held up a black holster, the light shining off of the scales, giving them a purplish sheen.

Putting it down in front of Harry, the man lifted another holster, looking almost identical to the first, except it had slightly longer straps. "This is the same for the leg holster. The others here in the box are the same, but with different dragon hides and a few don't have the added charm of invisibility."

Harry nodded; looking over the wand holsters curiously before deciding on the black ones, once hearing that these were made from the skin of a Hungarian Horntail, Harry knew he had to pick them.

"That'll be twenty five galleons, three sickles and one knut sir."

Harry took out his bag, putting his hand into it and thinking of the amount, before tipping it over onto the desk, letting the coins fall onto it before he straps the holsters to his arm and leg, slipping his wand into the leg holster unnoticed by the man behind the desk.

"Thank you for your coming Mr.?" The man said, looking curiously at Harry, throughout the entire meeting, only being able to get a glimpse of emerald underneath the cloak.

"Jameson, Mr. Jameson. And, thank you for your help, have a good night." Harry nodded to the now, slightly calmer man before heading out the door, back into the alley.

Looking around, Harry decided to go to Madam Malkins to get new robes, as well as a new cloak. Walking over to the shop, looking into the window to make sure it wasn't Madam Malkins' herself, Harry walked through the door, listening as the soft bell rang through the air. Not a few seconds later, a younger female came to him and offered a tired, yet welcome smile.

"Welcome to the shop, what can I get for you?"

"I need two dragon hide cloaks, Hungarian Horntail if you have it, a regular black cloak, three pairs of regular black robes, a couple pairs of black pants, along with a black t-shirt, a green t-shirt. Also, I'd like silver fastenings on the cloaks if you don't mind."

The girl nodded, slightly overwhelmed by the large order before motioning Harry onto the stand to be measured.

Harry complied easily, his eyes traveling over the shop as the measuring tape whirled around his form. Before he knew it, the measuring had finished and the girl was saying how it would take a while to finish the orders, so he would have to come back later to pick them up.

Harry quickly agreed, saying he'd be back in an hour or two, and to have his order done by then if possible. Once that was done, Harry moved back into the street, his gaze moving down the rows of shops before stopping at Flourish and Botts, the book store.

Grinning, he moved along the street, making sure his hood stayed up as he walked into the store, a similar sound as the one in the clothes shop echoing into the dusty store. Moving along the shelves, Harry didn't stop until he came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts section. Glancing along the titles, Harry pulled a few down before putting them into a small carrier. As he walked through the shop, Harry would stop at a shelf and add a book before moving on.

By the time he was finished, the carrier was quite over filling, and had books from all subjects at school, including Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, along with books on healing, fighting, defense, strategy, ministry laws and acts, along with regulations on certain beings. He had also picked up a few strange books, including a book on mystical beings: elves, vampires, and demons ('Demons exist?' Harry had thought to himself as he read the description of the book.). He had also picked up a book with weird markings, which turned out to be written parseltongue, because as he looked, they slowly formed the words, Parseltongue Magics, Dark or Light?

As Harry approached the counter with his heavy set of books, the clerk looked at him in surprise. "Why are you getting so many books sir?"

Thinking quickly, Harry muttered something about muggle parents wanting to learn about the magical world.

Still looking surprised, the man nodded as he started ringing up the books, his eyes going wide at some of the titles and prices, but he was there just to do his job, sell books to the customers.

Once they had all been totaled, the man behind the counter looked at Harry. "That will be 392 Galleons, 5 sickles and 2 knuts."

Harry took out his bag once again; thought of the price as he stuck his hand in, feeling the bag weigh down quite a bit, Harry knew there was enough in it to pay. Turning it over on the counter, the galleons and other coins fell to the counter in stacks, which were easy to count for the clerk.

Once the paying was taken care of, Harry waved his wand and put a shrinking charm on the books along with a weightless charm before putting them into his pockets and heading back into the alley.

Looking around, Harry bit his lip as he wondered where to go next. He knew he wasn't quite ready to venture down into Knockturn Alley, he had enough owl treats for Hedwig for quite a while, he had his clothes, well, he just had to pick them up, and he had his books to start learning, his wand holsters. He was at first going to get a haircut, but didn't want to risk getting identified, so he would have to do that at a muggle shop somewhere.

Looking around a final time, Harry decided to just head to Madam Malkins again and pick up his clothes, knowing he spent quite a while in the book store. Once he was in the store, the girl was just walking out from the back, levitating a large, wrapped package. When she had seen Harry, she just smiled and motioned to the counter.

"That'll be 132 Galleons and 3 knuts sir."

Harry repeated the process with his bag before dumping them onto the counter, as the girl was counting the money; Harry put a weightless charm and shrinking charm onto the package before slipping it into the same pocket as his books.

Once the girl was satisfied with the amount paid, Harry nodded once before heading out of the store and up the alley, back towards the Leaky Cauldron. His plans for escaping London, as he had started thinking of his little adventure, were already spinning through his head.

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A/N 1: First off, because of something pointed out in a review, the Prologue has been tweaked again. A new paragraph was added (4th up from the beginning of the letter) which explains why Harry can now use magic. Sorry for the confusion if anyone else noticed that and didn't say anything. Also, I tweaked another paragraph lower to go along with that instead of saying he was of age. :P

A/N 2: I'm amazed by the fics popularity already, which is why I've already typed out this new chappie, 'cause I wanna get lots more reviews :D (Greedy, yes, I know)

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Responses:

Theoddguy : I dunno, why are you surprised about that? Hehe, just kidding, I like Albus to a point, but as you said, Harry shouldn't be anyone's pawn. ;) Which, in this story, he most definitely won't be. :D Thanks for reviewing, and here's the next chappie for ya. .

athenakitty : laughs First off, let me say, you're quite full of questions aren't you? Don't worry though, I loved your reviews (although a 'nice job' wouldn't have gone wrong along with the questions ;P ) Anyways, Harry will learn a lot of things, as he will be training (points at the title). Should Harry be worried about the green-cloaked male? Well, that depends on your point of view. As to everything else, hopefully this chapter answered them.

However... Changes? What type of changes did you have in mind?

BloodRedSword : First of all, as I've said, this story will more than likely not have any of the regular ships, as to your suggestions, we'll just wait and see... (honestly, I don't know who I'm going to put him with yet, but it's probably going to be an outside character (one of my own) :P ) Thanks for your review, and also, no, I don't think I'm going to be putting slash into this one, I'm not the best at writing it, and I just don't think it will fit with what I have planned.

shadow pheonx : First off, don't worry, I was only teasing about the 1st, 2nd fic thing. :P Second, you were disappointed about what? The response to your review? (If so... I try making the length of my responses correspond with the length of the reviews, and quality) or, were you disappointed with the length of the chappie? (If so, that's cause I had to split it some where, this chapter will probably be longer.) Thirdly, eeew! McGonagall? Trelawney? That's just... Wrong. shudders But, I'm still undecided; maybe I'll do a poll later on in the story, once I introduce the new characters.

I think that's it, oh... Wait... hands you an insert brand name tummy calmer, thing (yea, I couldn't think of any particular names lol)