It wasn't until much later, after Harry had left the bank and after he had completed most of his shopping. It had been mostly uneventful other than robe shopping where he had encountered Draco, a pale boy who had been very stuck up, that everything began to properly sink in. He was furious. Not only had his Uncle and Aunt hidden everything from him but they had spent so much of his younger years telling him about how much of a failure his father was, how his mother had given up on a hope of a bright future by marrying him. To find out that his parents had left more money to him than Vernon would ever hope to achieve had been funny. Finding out he was actually a celebrity hadn't been as fun to find out. He had always preferred his privacy. Not getting a lot of it from the Dursley's meant those moments of peacefulness had always been something he treasured and it seems that this world would take even more of that from him. It made sense, everything good came at a price and if the price for getting out from under their control meant giving up a little bit of his privacy wouldn't be too bad. Well he hoped it would be.