Diagon Alley is such a vivid memory, and even if he didn't have anything but the clothes on his back at the time, it was probably the best day of his life. It was as overwhelming then as it is now to consider the massive wealth tucked away in his vault. Less now, but Harry's not very materialistic, so if he can make sure new students coming in don't have to struggle? He's all for it. He remembers watching the Weasleys use what little they had, getting things secondhand and making things work somehow.

He's pulled out of his own head by Hermione's quick little kisses and her warm arm wrapped around his shoulder. He can feel the flush of embarrassment high on his cheeks, and he reaches up to rest his hand on her arm.

"It'd be nice to do good and feel like it meant something."