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*I will be going through these to fix them the best I can. Sorry!*

Summer before fourth year had been a bore in Harry's opinion, nothing had happened. Nothing. For once in his short life, he actually missed the action packed life of almost dying at every moment. And no, dealing with the Dursleys didn't count nor did all the chores they'd dumped on him. Now though as he stared blank faced at the letter in his hands he regretted thinking any of that. Gringotts, with its shity little goblin fuckers had not thought to inform him of this 'issue' before it was due to happen any day now.

The letter had been a surprise itself since none of his 'friends' had yet to write to him, which sucks. The letter not only demanded he come to Gringotts as soon as possible to discuss his bank statement, which he didn't even know he had (he really should have figured that out since his dad was a pureblood and all). Another problem was that he was apparently cursed in other ways than his shit luck. Yep, cursed. Apparently daddy dearest and uncle Sirius had messed around with spells when he was a babe and had created a cursed which had latched onto him. They don't even know how to break an unknown curse without killing him. There's that bad luck curses at it's most powerful.

Signing he flopped back onto his creaking bed, his arm covering his eyes. Well at least summer got a little more exciting, just not the way he imagined it nor wanted to. Jumping up he scuttled around his room 'more like prison' he thought sourly, sneering at the large amount of locks on his door. He paused, how snapeish. Snapping his finger his trunk appeared, one of few spells he could do wandlessly (he's working on it). Flipping the lid he shoved everything inside and shrunk the trunk to pocket size.

Ripping open the door, locks broken thanks to a land whale, he practically jumped down the stairs and flew out the door. He faintly heard his aunt screeching his name as he ran, summoning the night bus with a flick of his wand, it soon arrived with a sharp bang.

"Mister Longbottom, pleasure to see you again" Stan smirked. Asshole.

"Leakey cauldron." he said before shoving the required sickles into the mans hands before clutching onto a pole, just as he heard the shrunken head call out

"tak'it away Ernie"

A few Seconds and a near death experience later, he arrived at the Leakey cauldron and bolted from the bus as soon as the door opened, they were gone before he turned around. Smiling slightly at the familiar pub sign he pushed opened the door, one thing he didn't miss however was the smell of the place. Walking to the bar he greeted the owner.

"Hey tom, I may be staying for a while. I don't know how long so just add to the tab and I'll pay when leave." Tom was nice, not like the lord dick-who-gave-tom's-a-bad-name.

"Alright then lad. Room 3 up the stairs on your left second door" see, nice Tom. Harry thought as he snatched up the keys.

Before trudging to up to his room he had business elsewhere, so he headed towards the entrance to Diagon alley. He didn't even wait for the bricks to separate fully before, making a b-line for Gringotts. There was a lot of dodging and sharp turns on the way from dodging people and stalls. Years of 'Harry hunting' from both dark wizards, fans and Dudley had honed his reflexes that whilst running, he never bumped into anyone/thing.

Finally, arriving at the large bank with its own threat, he walked inside noting the gazes of judgment. Well excuse you! Yea that's right bitches, flinch from my gaze of fury. Producing his letter he placed it on the desk of Grindhook, as the plaque said.

"Greetings, Grindhook. I am here about the letter sent to me." never hurt to be semi polite to creatures who have all his money.

"Ahh Mister potter, Griphook! Take him to the Potter manager!" he yelled followed by some gobbledygook, literately that's their language, to him that was an awesome name for a language. Harry had to jog to keep up with the young goblin, they move fast for such small legged creatures. Thankfully they arrived at the Potter bank managers office, the doors swung open at their arrival, scaring the ever loving shit out of him.

"Jesus Christ" he said gripping his chest, missing the shared smirk from all goblins in the facility.

"Mister Potter, about time. We've been waiting for you to come in and have this meeting since you entered Hogwarts." the goblin grumbled

"uh, sorry to inform you but I've never got a letter about it, wait. If Dumbledore had my vault key, does that mean he get's my mail from you as well" he asked anger slowly growing.

"In all honesty he shouldn't have had the key in the beginning, he illegally made himself you magical guardian to. It seems that not only do we have to discuss your bank statements and curse but also profitability of forgery" the goblin growled.

The process was rather quick, a bit of blood here and there and poof a parchment full of vaults and other stuff. The goblin looked quite done as he started to read the parchment

"Harry James potter

vaults:

trust vault: 49,989 gallons

Potter vault: 950,988,458 gallons. 4,599 sickles. 57,789 knuts

Potter heirloom vault: potter I am not listing all this you can read it in your own time.

Evans vault: 99,988 gallon, 578 sickles, 56 knuts

Peverell vault: 509,088,357 gallons, 678 sickles and 2,344 knuts

Peverell heirloom vault: again read it yourself

Black vaults: you'll get them when your godfather dies (wow blunt)

Black heirlooms: again you'll get them when your godfather dies

Griffendor vault: 12,909,567,984 gallons, 4596 sickles and 596 knuts

Same as other heirloom vaults

Congratulations you are one of our top 3 richest customers, richest if you don't count unclaimed vaults. The richest being Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, them women knew where to invest their gallons" he snickered. That is a creepy sound he thought, begging he would never hear a goblin laugh again.

"Now onto the information about yourself, it seems you have a lot of magics sealed on your body.

Harry James Potter,

Parents:

James Potter (deceased)

Lily Potter nee Evans (deceased)

Charles Potter- grandfather (deceased)

Dorian Potter nee Black- grandmother (deceased)

Evan grandparents unknown

Remaining relatives:

Petunia Dursley nee Evans-aunt

Dudley Dursley- cousin

Narcissa Malfoy nee Black-second aunt

Draco Malfoy- second cousin

Sirius black-once removed uncle

Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black-second aunt

Abilities, bounds, and curses:

Parselmouth (active)

Wandless magic (active)

Wand core 50% blocked (Dumbledore), we can undo them for a fee of course.

Unlimited accuracy (active) now before you ask that is the ability to shot or throw some in perfect accuracy, your seeker ability comes from this. You got it from your father I believe.

Horcrux ( Thomas Marvouls Riddle) we will have to remove that as soon as possible, but also for a fee. It seems lord Voldemort as you know him has used some of the darkest of magics trying to immortalize himself, The horcrux is a part of his soul.

You would have had the metamorphosis ability but it seems it isn't strong enough to do much then change your hair growth and style.

Now onto the main reason we are here, you have a curse which was an accident caused by your James potter and Sirius black. The curse was checked to see if it could be removed or stopped when you were a babe, we found it could not be blocked or removed. The curse itself we have no idea when it will strike or what it will do. When the time comes we will need you to come in again for a possibility to reverse the effects..."

Harry waited for the goblin to finish his long explanation on his curse, to be honest he was no longer surprise at the news, he long ago decided to go with it, it usually worked itself out in the end. Ah better pay attention, he's finished

"Right so now that I know my life is more messed up than i originally thought, can I get the bounds and horcrux off and out, I'll happily pay the fee plus tip since you did all this for me. Also, you said of age when entering hogwarts does that mean I can emancipate myself." he asked almost grinning manically. "Indeed you can. We will get that on its way, while we get your bounds removed. Oh and the charge is 1000 gallons" the goblin said greedily.

He found he now needed to get rid of all the horcruxes, which he found the goblin's could trace, retrieve and destroy. Again for a hefty price but that price meant the end of Voldemort, so it worth defiantly it. all he needed to do was find him and kill him one last time and boom, done with the weirdo.

However, it turns out getting bounds and horcrux removes hurt. Hurt a lot. Seriously he's not stretching it, apparently he was one of the quiet ones as well. He would mentally thank his relatives for the ability to withstand large amounts of pain, though he still had revenge planned Involving gas and fire. It will be messy.

Speaking of Dursleys, emancipation. He's a free man now, along with a list of house he got from the inheritance. There was a nice villa in Italy he planned on living in, fuck you British weather and it undecided choice of forecast and hello mostly sunny Italy. He had the goblins make a portkey to go to his villa and back because it's a hell of alot quicker than taking the plane.

Though he decided to return to the Leakey cauldron first, he needed to sleep of the unbounded now, at the goblin-medics request. He needed food, then sleep and after he would go shopping. Only a few cloths though, didn't want too much to unpack when he could buy in Italy. Walking up to the bar he headed straight for the nice Tom "hey Tom, can I get food" he asked, his reply was a full bellied laugh "might want to be more pacific, here's a menu just tap the picture and your order will arrive" he smiled before going to tend to another customer.

The steak and chips was lovely, not Mrs Weasley good but lovely nonetheless. After being 'fed and watered' he went to bed via flopping face first into the quilts. It was a nice bed, comfy, he hoped it was clean. It smelt OK.

He slept on unaware of changes his body underwent during the night.

Curses, Harry couldn't help but feel were evil, that or his famous luck took a break for the night and bad lick took control. The curse as it happened was evil due to the simple fact that he now looked like a toddler, a really small one too. Conjuring a mirror he took in his complete form. He was right about the toddler part, he had his abnormal green eyes which looked like 'advra kadvra curse' as his friends say, pale as fuck and a button nose. His hair though had calmed down somewhat now only spiking out at points, he needed a hat, he was feeling Fedora. There where also some weird curly sideburns things, they were pretty cool.

Jumping from his now high bed he made his way out of the room, he needed to see the goblins. Thinking about it now he's happy he hadn't brought those cloths, he didn't want to have to magically shrink every thing he had brought.