Sirius laughed. "Name one after me, pup!"
With a smirk, Harry wryly said, "I think calling a child of mine 'Snuffles' would see them growing up to kill me."
Sirius lost it to sudden renewed laughter and almost fell out of his chair. Luna just giggled.
Behind her giggles she thought, 'No, but James Sirius will be our first. Probabilities currently lean towards Henry Remus being our second.'
After a day of rest, where Harry met or, re-met - an utterly shocked Remus and Tonks when Sirius called them to the townhouse, the next day Luna and Harry headed for Diagon Alley. Luna had told him he needed to go to the bank to take care of finances. Sirius wanted to join them, but Luna told him he needed to remain behind, this trip. Surprising Harry, Sirius didn't try to fight that.
Harry thought Sirius was doing a wonderful job of stewarding his finances, but Luna replied, "You need to go in, Harry. There are things that Sirius cannot do for you that you need to take care of, yourself. Besides, you also need to go and purchase for yourself a whole new wardrobe. What I got for you is only one outfit."
The robes Luna had purchased in advance were simple flat black in light linen, similar to Hogwarts robes. However, they lacked the crest. Actually, besides being very comfortable lightweight unarmoured 'combat' robes with an open front similar to what Snape wore while teaching, but with looser sleeves, there was nothing extraordinary about them.
She'd also purchased for him a decent pair of thin silk gloves with a non-slick palm side of acromantula silk; the acromantula silk palms, she explained, were to allow him to maintain an organic connection with his wand. He appreciated them as, while the robes had built-in comfort charms, those comfort charms did not extend to the hands or feet. The gloves had them, though.
For footwear, he kept the boots for now and Sirius applied temporary comfort charms to them. When he was standing still you could hardly see them due to the hang of the robes, but they became far more apparent when he moved.
For shits and giggles and because it amused him, he used a strong intent-based charm to charm the robes to have them billow as he walked, à la Snape.
When Luna saw him wearing them with the light billowing, she looked at him with a smirk and knowing expression. Sirius, after seeing him walk in them, laughed himself to a red face and tears; then declared them, "Brilliant!"
As a final touch, Luna handed him a wizard's hat, but of a style Harry was happy with. It had a narrower brim and lower pointed peak than the one he wore on Hadrian, which was a slightly smaller copy of the Sorting Hat and was quite comfortable. He'd already seen that his scar was much more reduced, but still stood out a little as the thin scar that remained did not tan as well as the rest of his face. Instead of being an angry red welt that stood out on his pale skin, it was now a thin feint pale line on tanned skin; almost the visual negative of what it once was. The hat and brim did an admirable job of hiding it.
"How do I look?" he asked her after donning it and checking himself out in the mirror.
"Perfect," she replied. "Just... perfect."
With his wand in his handmade holster made of lizard rat skin - magically cured and made at Safe Haven on Hadrian - on his left wrist, properly attired and ready to go Harry and Luna stepped through the floo to Diagon Alley. It had been years since Harry had been to the place so he, of course, was quite curious how the ongoing 'low-boil' undeclared war was doing to the main shopping area of wizarding Britain. Stepping through into the Leaky Cauldron, so far it seemed nothing had changed other than there being a lot less patrons and old Tom acting a lot more wary. Harry was just happy to see the man was currently still alive.
"Come on, Love," said Luna, immediately leading him out the back door.
For security, Sirius had suggested Harry be called 'Hardwin', his many times great grandfather's name and his true birth name. Luna just smirked at it and replied, "He'll have to use his known name in Gringotts."
However, she was willing to go ahead with it by calling Harry 'Love' or 'Hardwin' just to appease the older man. Once the bricks of the magical arch were tapped, opening the way into the Alley, Luna confidently led Harry down the very slight slope of the cobble-stoned street and to the bank.
As he stepped onto the main door sill/step, still on Luna's heels, Harry dispelled the slight glamour he was wearing. He didn't want to give the goblins - 'Nasty little buggers, they are', whispered in his mind in Hagrid's voice - any excuse to harm him.
Luna then led him to one of the few vacant tellers.
Once the one they were standing before looked up and across the counter at her, Luna greeted it. "Good morning, Honoured Teller."
"What do you want, young witch," the goblin sneered.
Harry frowned at the clear disrespect. She turned to Harry and, gesturing him forward, quietly said, "Harry?" She'd said it quietly enough not to be overheard by the other few witches and wizards in the bank.
Already reaching into his mokeskin pouch and withdrawing his little gold key, Harry stepped up, calmly placed the key on the counter and said, "Harry Potter. Here to see the Potter Account Manager."
"Have you made an appointment?" the goblin demanded.
"If I need one tell the so-called current Account Manager, who would now be the previous Account Manager, that he's fired," returned Harry. "Then tell the new Account Manager, who I will not need an appointment to see, that I need to see him immediately."
The goblin looked back in ill-concealed surprise for a moment before he grinned and said, "One moment." He then wrote on a slip of parchment with an ink-dipped old gnarled root, folded the slip in half and dropped it down a slot in the counter on his side.
Once done, he indicated a spot on the floor behind Harry and, with a shoo gesture, instructed, "Go wait over there, wizard."
Harry gave a nod back and moved to the indicated spot, leading Luna with him. She called back in a sing-song voice, "Thank you, Honoured Teller!"
It was only five minutes later, with Harry's eyes never stopping looking around while searching for threats, before a younger goblin than the teller approached and quietly said, "This way, Mister Potter." He then, without waiting for Harry to respond, spun about and walked towards the back wall of the bank.
From a previous visit years earlier, Harry remembered there being doors back there. And that a couple he'd not recognised, but were dressed in upmarket clothes, were walking out of at the time.
Leading them, the goblin led them directly to that door. It opened on his approach and he never even broke stride as he led Harry and Luna through it.
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