Here's the first chapter of my new story. Please read it and let me know what you think thanks love Hannah xxx
Was he dead? Voldemort had fired off the killing curse and it had definitely struck him but what in the hell was going on now? The more he thought about it the more he realised Sirius had been right that he felt nothing. He had known for months that he was going to die but that didn't mean he needed to tell anyone that. He always thought he'd like to be prepared for any situation which should arise and he wasn't telling anyone about it either as he'd found what he was looking for in an old book. He had on his person an envelope which was the size of the palm of his hand but had been fitted with various charms including one so only he could see and access it and another one to make it undectectably large. The difference between this and Hermione's bag was that her bag could eventually revert back if she didn't keep up the charm by casting it once a year. The difference with him was that he'd need to cast the charm on his envelope at the same time everyday for two weeks after which point it would remain the way it was for life.
He had designed the envelope so only he could access it using his own blood and so that it would be invisible to all others. He designed it also to go anywhere with him no matter what should happen to him and his blood insured it would. Inside this envelope he had a muggle vial box he'd bought which locked properly. Inside the vial box he had some potions including Essence of Dittany, Veritas Serum, Shrinking Solution, Felix Felisis, Pepper up potion, Blood Replenishers and lastly Polyjuice Potion should he ever need it. He had gotten these potions ten of each from Professor Snape and Slughorn's stores however what with everything going on they never said anything to him about it. If they noticed they were missing they certainly never told him about it which was an extreme benefit. Also in the bag he had some food, some parchment, some quills and ink, some money both wizarding and muggle alike and lastly his map and cloak. His old wand he'd stored on an invisible holster he'd bought himself months ago. He'd put it there before going to face Voldermort knowing what would happen when he did. He would be able to access all of these things in a heartbeat the only question now was where was he? It was then that he heard it.
"Up boy! Get up now! make Vernon his breakfast and don't burn it. I'm going up for a shower!" He couldn't be back here could he? He switched on the light and groaned. He was here again and he was ten years old once more. He then had an idea. He opened his envelope getting his cloak and one vial of Veritas serum out. He left the cupboard going into the kitchen and dropped some of the veritas serum into the tea both Vernon and Dudley were drinking making sure he wasn't seen. He returned to his cupboard putting the stuff back in his envelope one again and then emerged from the cupboard as his aunt rushed by to get a towel from the utility room for her shower. Vernon took a sip out of his tea the same time Dudley did both of them shrieking at the different taste.
"Vernon what's the matter?" asked Petunia coming out of the utility.
"Petunia sweetheart I don't actually know. I drank my tea and it tasted funny. I don't understand how it could have as I made it myself including Dudley's. It was Harry I'm sure of it. Now obviously he wasn't in here but it must have been him. I mean he is a wizard after all and let's face it he may be able to do magic now without even knowing it" said Vernon seriously looking at Harry in confusion.
"Vernon you swore to me we'd never speak of this!" said Petunia scowling and drinking some of the tea from his cup to see if it really did taste as bad as he was saying it did.
"Vernon obviously the milk is gone off because this does in fact taste sour. Harry can't sour milk sweetheart no matter how much we hate him. I'll buy some more later on" she said looking in a disgusted fashion at the cup in her hands.
"Aunt Petunia is this true and if so why haven't you told me of this before now?" he asked her looking very hurt and betrayed indeed.
She exhaled loudly before replying. "You didn't suffer the awful childhood I did. My parents were so proud when we discovered Lily was a witch however we were all cast out from society who veiwed us as freaks because Lily had to go away each year and we could never tell anyone where she was really going. I told my parents that sending her away like this would cost her, her life and it did. Each day my father grew more and more angry that we weren't all as he put as special as Lily was. I was the reminder that we'd never be quite that special and he beat me everyday for this reason. Mum knew about it however she used to ignore it for the most part as she truly believed he was right in the heart of things. She just stood by as her husband beat her own daughter senseless. Lily had it easy she could at least escape to school each year. I couldn't. where could I go? Who would protect me? I even wrote to the school asking them to accept me to get away from him but as I wasn't magical I wasn't their problem either. This Dumbledore man may pay us to keep you here but he won't have to suffer the stigma should your condition for lack of a better phrase get out. This will be Cokeworth all over again and I won't suffer that for anything" she replied in seething in rage and shuddering at the awful memories it was envoking within her.
"How much does he give you and what happened in Cokeworth?" Harry asked curious as to what her repsonse would be. He was learning things here about her he never even knew before.
"He gives us ten thousand pounds a month which is five thousand of these galleon things. It is after all what helps to feed my monstrous sexy husand and my cute whale of a son. Yes although a whale he'll always be better then you no matter how he looks. When we moved to Cokeworth it finally got out somehow about Lily's magic and we were ridiculed for that and cast out of society for being freaks. As I said before I was beaten senseless by father until I got married as I was the evidence or shall we say constant reminder to him that we'd never be as precious or special as his lilttle girl Lily. I hated that bitch so much for wrecking our family and I hate Dumbledore or whatever his name is for abandoning you here with us that night. It was easy for Lily she could leave every year and dissappear once more into that world I couldn't. Where I could I go huh? While dad battered me black and blue mum turned a blind eye saying that if I'd only been like Lily I'd be free now and away from the abuse of my father. That's not one bit normal!" she said tears leaking from her eyes at the memories.
"I didn't know he'd done that and I'm sorry about what happened in your childhood but I'll never forgive you for giving me the worst childhood ever. You've done to me what your father did to you by always treating Dudley above me. Way to go auntie. You've become the one thing in your father which you hated so very much. I hope you're proud of yourself and can live with what you've done to me because I can assure you I'll never forget it for as long as I live" he said seriously.
"Well thank you for that freak as I didn't expect it. You'll be alright now because things are seriously going to change around here. From now I'll be doing the cooking and all of it. You will be moving up to the attic which you can clean whilst living up there. I don't even want to remember you're here because it's your fault I lost my sister whether you like that or not. I may have hated her guts and wished her dead many times over my awful childhood at her expense but I didn't think she'd die from having a baby like you. I told my parents time and time again that she'd die from being in that world and they merely called me jealous and either beat me for saying it or merely laughed at me. They weren't laughing when she really did die from being in that world and I said I told you so to them. Fucking smart arses. Her pathetic oaf of a husband couldn't even defend her. I mean it doesn't get much weaker and useless then that. Yes I know Vernon is less attractive but then again Vernon is alive and well. I'll never let anything happen to my Verne unlike that foolish idiot! I told her that marrying someone of that variety would only bring her heartache but she wouldn't listen to me the blithering idiot. She could have come back you know after her school days and gotten a normal husband and job of some description but no the blithering idiot couldn't just do the right thing. She simply had to defy logic and die. What a fool" Petunia thundered in rage.
"Well that's your opinion and I didn't kill her that maniac Voldemort did so don't blame me for your childhood not being rosy because mine sucked! Being beaten senseless while someone watches isn't fun is it? You should know as you watched Vernon many times. I mean is there even a bed in the attic or should I even ask?!" he asked sounding more and more irritated at her lack of care for anything but herself.
"Less of the cheek. Yes actually there is. Well not a bed per say but there is a mattress which is new. We got Dudley the bed which broke when he sat on it and so he didn't even want to see the new mattress again in case it reminded him of the bed. The bed obviously went to the dump however as there was nothing wrong with the mattress it went up to the attic. You'll clean the attic or not I don't care because you'll always be living up there and we'll forget all about it. You will stay up there and as this house is old we'll be sending you some food in the attic lift which goes up from the pantry in the kitchen. Granted we do usually use this to send up stuff for storage however we'll be using it now to send you food. Once you're done send the dishes back down and that'll be the end of it. This way we only need to see you if you use the loo. As for Vernon he won't be doing anything anymore as I simply can't live with the memories it brings back to me. Then again as you're not essentially here it won't give him reason to!" she said seriously.
"Why don't you use that money Dumbledore gives you from my account to at least buy me clothes which fit as everyone who is anyone knows I look stupid in Dudley's too large clothes. I mean even the teachers at school know you're not poor so why bother? my goodness! I mean if money is the issue you could always just get me clothes that fit from a charity store. Would that not better then this? I implore you to think about it logically as at some point a teacher someone is going to ask questions as to why I'm always in clothes which never fit me. Which might I add you'll have to answer so you'd better prepare a good reason as to why your charge is always in ill fitting clothes which make him look ill all the damn time!" he said sternly.
"You know in all honesty that thought never actually occured to me or entered my head. I really don't want people asking me the wrong sort of questions as I will not be falling out with my damn neighbours over something this trivial. I will definitely not be using my own money as all that goes on Dudley but we can use your money to buy some new clothes for you. You know I don't even want to do this. Look you can have three hundred pounds for clothing and things which is to last the year. In fact I'll just give you the money to buy the clothes yourself and take Dudley to get his as we wouldn't be seen dead in the same store as you. We will go in one hour prepare t leave freak! Now as this Dumbledore idiot gave us your money we can't change it into pounds but we'll get it back from you for sure when you understand how to do it yourself mark my bloody words!" she threatened having no choice but to tell the truth. She was in fact happy to buying him clothing from his own money so to speak so she wouldn't need to be spending any of her own money on the freak as he really didn't deserve it. She didn't care what he spent it on as long as it wasn't her own money. Technically it was there own money but nothing mattered as he'd soon be giving them back the money in pounds when he'd figured out how to go about doing that.
"Now as I said you'll get three hundred pounds year to spend on yourself and you are to leave me alone then for the rest of the year. Dudley as this is all he has you are not to take it from him because we'll be buying you so much more then him so that you won't even need to care about his money. Anyway we can get some proper clothing for my Duddydums while we're at it and trust me popkins you'll look so good that you won't even need his crummy money. I'll make damn sure of that" she said as he smiled evilly at Harry behind her back.
Harry thought about things as he went to his cupboard to get ready and had already decided to have a better childhood thinking only of himself. The last time he'd thought of everyone else first and lost himself along the way. He was going to free Sirius from Azkaban too but as Sirius had died the last time from being in contact with Harry he'd only be freeing him. If Sirius wanted to get in touch he would be able to do so at his own risk. Harry still felt some guilt over loosing Sirius before and it would be hard to go through that again so he would do all he could to avoid that before Voldemort was killed. Thinking of Voldemort made him smile as he formulated a plan in his mind. If Voldemort wanted to break people from jail fine but it would be hard to do if they were all dead. That gave Harry pause for thought. He'd need to put his plan into action as soon as he could. He'd be damned if his childhood was going to be as bad as it had been last time round. Besides which he remembered what the attic was like from cleaning it last time round. It had loads of rubbish up there as well as carpets and electrics. He hadn't remembered the mattress but then again in his last lifetime he'd not been looking for one. He'd be cleaning it but with any luck he'd be left on his own today so he could sneak away to Diagon Alley in order to go to the bank and sort his finances out. A health check was also in order as he wasn't nearly as tall or healthy as a boy his size should have been.
They went to the shopping centre with Aunt Petunia giving Harry his money and telling him to get out of her sight. She said he could make his own way home as well as this would teach him a lesson of some sort. He smiled inwardly when he heard that. He had initially decided to go to Primark so he could get a load of cheap well fitting clothes for his money but decided to go to the bank first. He was shocked when Petunia took Dudley to one side telling him they were just leaving Harry here and would be going to a better shopping centre themselves right now. Dudley made a silly face at Harry before smiling brightly and leaving in oy having no idea how Harry was really feeling inside. Harry went into the toilet checking no one was there and removed his old wand from his arm before using it at the back of the shopping centre to call forth the night bus which arrived in a few moments. Before it arrived he was able to pull his fringe down and hide his scar from view so he wouldn't be recognised by everyone as he didn't need that kind of exposure right now.
"Where to young man?" said Stan looking disinterested thankfully.
"Diagon Alley please. Here's twelve sickles" said Harry calmly handing over the money.
"Next stop Diagon Alley!" called out Stan happily.
They arrived and he asked for assistance from Tom into the alley who was only too happy to help him out. He walked through the winding alley to the bank where he climbed the steps and entered. He knew how to treat them by now and didn't fear them but needed to act as though he had no idea how to behave here if he was meant to have come through from the muggle world.
"Excuse me good goblin but I wondered if I could please see someone about my accounts here if you wouldn't mind. Oh I don't know how to do this I'm sorry. May your eh vault bank accounts always be full of gold and eh may your enemies die at your hands. I'm so sorry I don't know what to say in this circumstance as I haven't been trained!" he said falsely.
"Well dear wizard you said the right things which most do not even think to say. I mean it wasn't said exactly as it should have been but the basics were there no doubt. You are Harry James Potter as the scanner which scans all who enter the bank told me so. How may we help you today? I am Griphook and I manage your accounts for you" he said as Harry smiled at him.
"I would like some money from my account and magical assistance but I don't know how to go get the money from my account as I don't have a bank card. I've been raised in the muggle world and so that's how I know about bank cards!" he said as the goblin gasped.
"Don't you have your bank key?" asked Griphook seriously.
"Bank key Mr Griphook? What's that I've never heard of that before?" he said looking worried.
"Dear child has your magical guardian told you nothing of our world? I can see based on who you are he hasn't. Not a wise choice in my opinion but his to make none the less. His name is Albus Dumbledore and we can see from our records he has been using the key to access your accounts but as you weren't aware he had the key it is likely he ha been using the money within it without your knowledge. We cannot I am afraid get back any money he's taken as law backs him up with being your magical guardian as he could say he was merely taking it out for you on your behalf. We can however see what he's done with it and stop any future transactions he should make. His key will no longer work for him now!" he said as Harry smiled slightly. It would after all be interesting to see what he'd done with the money he'd taken.
"I don't even know this man yet he's had ample access to my accounts without my knowldege through no fault of your own of course. I'd like to know what he's been doing with it and I swear to god these better be logical choices he's been making!" he snapped slightly.
"He's been giving five thousand galleons a month to the Dursley family with whom it states you are currently living. Next he has taken a magical gaurdians fee of two thousand galleons a month for himself which is to expected as all magical guardians are paid on a monthly basis. Now this next transaction is unfortunately outrageous and not something he is actually allowed to do as part of his magical gaurdian duties. He's been giving the Weasley family ten thousand galleons every three months since Novemer fifth of 1981. Just five or so days after your parents died. We have stopped that payment and I assume you wish the payment to the Dursley family to continue for now?" he asked as Harry nodded.
"Yes the payment to them may indeed continue until I see fit. Actually I want to alter the payment so it goes directly into their account in pounds but they are to get only one thousand pounds a month. I don't know this Weasley family but perhaps my parents did. Does it explain why he is paying them and are they aware he is paying them? I mean what is the money for?" he asked in interest.
"Yes all payments from a trustee account must be explained before they can be carried out. It says that this money will continue to go into their account until the end of the year 1997 and is the payment of a spouse betrothal to their youngest daughter. Albus Dumbledore tried to set up a marriage contract with Ginerva Molly Weasley but as he is only your magical guardian he cannot do that without your physical consent. Also he couldn't sucessfully do it anyway even if he did try as your parents already had one set up for you. He wouldn't know about it as they informed me on your first brithday that they had told no one about it when they were legally logding it here in the bank. They also informed me that the girl in question woul only know about it when you saw the contract yourself. We will be telling him should he ask that someone ese has been made your magical guardian as per the wishes of your late parents recently discovered will. We have a legal form which can be signed right now by you if you like. Who would you like to select? And what magical assistance do you require?" he asked Harry whom he had now taken into a side office to conduct their business.
"Well I need a card which can access money from my accounts in the muggle world should I need it and I need something like a piece of jewelry or something which can make anything I am wearing appear exceptionally cheap or basic to the Dursley family and their friends and neighbours. I want everyone I select to think I'm in shabby yet well fitting clothes despite what I'm actually wearing. Next I need the space I live in currently to look shabby to everyone except me and or those I select at a later date while actually being very highly elaborate indeed. Can this be done for me and can I use the card to pay for things here without having to come into the bank each time I need money? As for the whole Magical Guardian thing can I be my own guardian under an alias that way Dumbledore will not be able to contact me about anything should he ever wish to?" he asked as the goblin laughed at him.
"Harry Potter I like you a lot and indeed the way you think but I can't in good faith allow you to continue going around looking like that. Even I can see people your age should never look this way. My healer will see you just now so we can give you all the necessary shots and fix your height and eyesight as it clear they've not been caring for you the right way they should have been. Eyesight correcting potion wasn't around in your parents day but it is now so should be no hassle to fix. Also as you will look so different when we're done here everyone who sees you will assume you should have always looked that way anyway. After this we can see to your other requests" said Griphook as the healer stepped forward waving her wand over him and groaning.
"Griphook he has many badly healed broken bones and bruises. He even has a mild bit of internal bleeding in his gut which isn't extreme right now but will be very soon if not dealt with at once. He likely sustained it two days ago. This kid has been to hell and back god love us. He'll need forty eight hours in the hospital room. It'll be just two hours outside the room which have passed Harry. You're not nearly as tall as you should be and you're very underweight plus your scar has something dark in it and my scans show something in a vault here deep in the bowls of the bank has the same dark signature. Both need to be destroyed at once as this is a matter of sincere safety for everyone in the bank. In this case we have no choice but to invade this familial vault as the exceptionally dark item in there could harm everyone in this bank as I said before" she said as Griphook smiled at him.
"Your bank card and new key will be ready when you're finished in there. It will be made using some of your blood which I'll extract now which insures no one can ever steal it from you and that should you wish it to remain hidden from view it can do so. To use it in the muggle world do as you normally would using the code 2146. In our world the shop owner taps the card with his wand to secure the payment from your accounts. Now before you go we must make up and give you an alias for your magical guardian so what should I put down and indeed what should he look like? This will aid you if you need to go shopping or do anything privately in both worlds and it cannot be seen or detected by any spells or magical eyes" said Griphook.
"Say that my parents selected Lord John Martin Smith to be my magical guardian should anything happen to them or indeed myself as they trusted him above everyone else because he was older and wiser then their current set of friends and would know better how to care for me should anything actually happen to them. John is to be fifty years old with elegent grey long hair, facial hair and plenty of muscle with some accounts of his own. If you must make up the accounts please do so. It should appear as though he has a load of money in them should anyone ever enqurie about it. It is to state he doesn't live here at all but is very much interested in my welfare magical wise and will tell me anything I want to know should I only think to ask him" said Harry leaving with thee healer to go to the hospital room.
"Now Harry I'll need to drink an uncomfortable potion which will cause you a lot of pain but it needs to do so in order to help you get better. Firstly however I want you to drink this potion which will correct your eyesight and then this next one here for your malnourishment!" she said handing him the last and worst potion which tasted awful and made him cry out in agony as all of his bones were broken and re-healed in such a way that he was now the right height he should be. The pain was so intense that he was knocked unconcsious from it. A strong numbing cream was used on his scar which was then sliced open as a special and exceptionally dark stone was placed on top of it essentially sucking out the magic soul fragment from within it. The same stone was then used on Hufflepuff's cup and a specialist used fiend fyre to destroy them both in a separate chamber. His scar was re-sealed and looked fainter then it had but was still very much present none the less.
Harry woke up a lot later later then anyone had been expecting in seventy two hours inside the room and three hours outside it. He could now see perfectly and left with his jewellery in the form of a ring which only he could see. Griphook had told him to say John whilst tapping the ring in order to gain his alias and to say the same thing whilst once again tapping his to be back to normal. He decided to leave the bank as John and left going into the trunk store where he purchased a trunk which could be lived in and prevent anyone from stealing from it. Inside the trunk he had the usual compartments for storing school things, a kitchen complete with a fridge which for the right price a week could provide him with delicious home cooked meals and snacks as he required them, a bathroom, training room , potions lab and finally a library with a working and untraceable floo. After this he went into Flourish and Blotts stating he wanted to buy one of every book they had and place it in his mobile library. The man in the shop almost fainted.
"Sir that will cost two hundred thousand galleons. Do you have that amount of money?" he asked nervously.
"You should never judge the book by the cover as that's rude. Don't do it again. I do of course have that amount. Here's my card!" he said as the man tapped his wand on it taking the desired amount from his account. Half an hour later everything was ready to go and stored neatly in his trunk library. He changed the colour of his hairs and eyes wandlessly in an alley and went into Knockturn Alley heading into Borgin and Burkes. He bought all of their books too. He loved getting the opportunity to be evil for a moment and scaring the hell out of Borgin whilst doing it. When his back was turned he'd managed to get all the secret books borgin had been keeping for Lucius Malfoy to one side and not selling placing them into his trunk before he could be noticed. He'd only given Borgin two thousand galleons for them all and told him if he behaved he could have more money. Borgin was both scared and baffled by the mans behaviour but agreed none the less.
After his trip to Borgins he slipped into an alley changing back again. He then went to the potions store stocking up on every kind of phial, potion, cauldron and indeed potions ingredient the store had. he made the ingredients self replenishing so he wouldn't need to shop here ever again. each time they needed to be refilled the amount would be direct debited to the shops account. His last trip took him to Twilfitt and Tattings where he bought every item of clothing he'd ever need and had them magically altered so both and John could wear them easily.
When he was ready he returned to the bank where a goblin went with him to his by now empty residence to the attic where everything was magically cleaned away with a click of the goblins fingers. A luxurious bed, study desk, shelving unit and bathroom was placed in there which ran purely on untraceable magic which would not impact the muggle bills in any way. He had sound proofing added so he could do whatever he wanted up here and not be caught out for doing it. It was decided also as he had the goblin here and might not have him ever again to place a ward on the attic so he could practice it freely without getting caught by the Dursley's or the Ministry whether using a new wand or not. He'd already decided to do his best at school far outshining Dudley in any way and wouldn't be taking any lazy courses at Hogwarts either. People would realise how clever Harry Potter could be and he'd make sure people knew never to cross him without expecting serious circumstances.
It was lastly decided by the goblin himself to scan the area for spells which shouldn't exist. He found a mail ward which he altered to look as though it was still there in full force whilst Harry still actually got the mail being sent to him. Another spell insured all owls coming to him couldn't be tracked or followed. He'd added a dark magic filter into the mail ward so all dark items sent to him would be instantly re-routed to the bank for the curse breakers to deal with. It was a win win situation which would provide Harry with the safety he needed and Gringotts with years worth of work which would earn them millions. They were eternally grateful to him as it would aid their annual revenue so much. The space was designed to look horrible to anyone but him and or those people he chose at a later date.
"Before you return me to the muggle shopping centre from which I came can you please tell me who the marriage contract is for as I forgot to ask Mr Gripbook earlier?" he asked as the goblin gasped.
"No one ever usually remembers our names this is an honour. He is merely Griphook. The contract is between you and Miss Daphne Elizabeth Greengrass" he replied sending Harry back to the muggle shopping centre. When he arrived there he bought his muggle wardrobe consisting of twenty various types of pants, tops, jumpers, cardigans and hoodies. He then bought ten various jackets for the different seasons and a few different types of shoe. Some of these things were designer and others were not. I mean you do only live once pardon the pun and he had already decided that this time round he was going to have the best of everything as he sure didn't before. He was very annoyed about the thing with Ginny at the bank as he really had truly loved her before. He'd even planned on proposing after the war was over. He felt very angry and heartbroken right now. he wandlessly fitted his purchases with same charms they'd used in Twilfitt and Tattings. Using his new accessory they looked to everyone else like they'd come straight from Primark. He stopped off in McDonald's for a nice meal which he'd never experienced before now and felt truly special. The fact that this made him feel special was a true indication of how shit his last life had been. Then on a last minute whim he decided to try something different he'd not thought of before. He once again became John Smith in an alleyway and booked into a spa to get a whole host of manly treatments.
he was able to get a full body and Indian head massage as well as a manicure and pedicure. He now had well groomed hands and feet and felt all light and lovely. Still with the affects of the treatments on him he decided that Mr Smith should have some luxury of his own as he headed to the nearby dealership. Using a wand less confundus charm he was able to buy a brand new Ford Mustang Convertible with an automatic gearbox. He had it put under the name of Harrison James Potter and giggled driving it home. He'd learned how to drive in his last life time so now was no different. He pulled into the driveway aunt Petunia coming out.
"Who are you and what is this?" she shouted out in awe eyeing the car in a hungry fashion.
"I am a friend of Lord Harry James Potter and I am his magical Guardian. I have told him I will be bunking here with him for a while Mrs...?" he asked feigning ignorance.
"I am Mrs Petunia Dursley. Eh please come in. Do you do freakish things as well? Look he lives now in the attic and so long as I don't see any of your freakish things or catch yuor freaky diseases I'll be fine!" she said as he smiled entering the house and then the attic but not before punching Vernon's lights out.
"I've been watcinf over Lord Harry James Potter whether he knew it or not and I've seen what you've done to him so let me tell you this mate, cut it out or I'll do more then merely punch you without using any magic and wean that pig you like to call a son off his food as he's far too fat. Do you wish him to die of heart disease young? What type of animals are you? You couldn't raise Harry well and so now you're killing your son as well. Get out of my face before I seriously do damage!" he snapped going up into the attic where they couldn't get to him. Changing back into his usual appearance he laughed heartily. That had been so much fun. It was still just eight pm now. He decided to sit down and write down everything he knew about those who had been his friends in his last life. His trip to the bank had been eye opening and so he needed to know exactly what he was doing before he got on that train on September first.
He'd realised after Dumbledore's death that a lot of things which shouldn't have happened to him did. When he first met Hermione she'd spoken about McGonagall coming to her family to talk about magic as had Justin Finch-Fletchly when he'd spoken to him before. Why then had Hagrid of all people come to him? I mean he loved Hagrid dearly but Hagrid would never be equipped to properly discuss or even explain magic to him in any way. Hagrid meant well but would have always been ill equipped to tell him anything useful he actually needed to know. Then when he had gotten to the station Hagrid had failed to tell him how to even get onto the platform and so he'd had to ask Mrs Weasley how to do it.
Top that off with her weird behaviour and he no longer knew what to think of her. I mean she'd had two previous children in Hogwarts and another three well four if you count Ron going there and still asked if they knew what the platform number was. That was most definitely planned as the kids called her strange and merely answered her whilst giving her very weird looks. He could now see why. I mean Dumbledore had told him at one point that the Weasley family were his favourite light family and he could now see that Dumbledore wanted him aligned with them no matter what he had to do to achieve his goal.
Had his friendship with Ron just been a lie? Ron now there was something else he felt like slapping himself in the face for. I mean how many times had he abandoned Harry treating him awfully for Harry to just say no problems mate taking him back each and every time. I mean that wasn't normal at all and his exceptionally rough upbringing did not excuse this ridiculousness. Hermione wasn't entirely normal either as she was so focused on studying that she often didn't have a life outside of it which was tough to imagine. It was the end of their first year before she even realised that friendship could be important too. Also why had Ron not been annoyed when he dated Ginny when he wanted to throttle Dean Thomas for doing the same thing previously? It was weird to say the least as was his irrational jealousy which stemmed from always listening to Malfoy. Malfoy had money and not much else asides from his big mouth. Harry would allow the hat to put him wherever he wanted to this time around. As he settled in for the night he barely noticed the clock in the downstairs hallway chiming to announce his eleventh birthday.
