"You're absolutely sure about this...?" Robin breathed, staring wide-eyed at the solemn goblin in front of her. Griphook, one of her close friends, had discovered that Albus Dumbledore had been digging into the Potter fortunes.

Griphook scowled, which is rare among the goblins. The only times they do this is when they are about to declare war or if someone has wronged them in any sense of the word this includes defiling the vaults of a valued ally "I am certain of this, Lady Ylisse. Albus Dumbledore has been spotted withdrawing money from the Potter accounts. Not too much but enough to avoid suspicion."

"So why now? When Dumbledore has gotten away with this for so long?" Robin asked the goblin.

"For the past few months Dumbledore has been withdrawing more than usual. Normally we would ignore this, but the amount that he has withdrew raised an alarm." With that, Griphook handed Robin a parchment containing the figures of the account and subsequent withdraws.

Robin's eyes narrowed. "He'd better have a good reason for this." She growled.

"Indeed." Griphook agreed. "But that's not all. You remember Harry Potter, correct?" Robin blinked, and her eyes softened. She had seen Harry many times, when Lily and James were still around. He was such a perfect child...Always happy, always smiling and laughing...The fact that he was adorable helped too.

"Of course I remember Harry." She said fondly. "Why ask?" Griphook looked at the woman solemnly.

"...We've seen him, Miss Ylisse. ...His relatives have been viciously beating him..."

Robin's eyes darkened. "Are you certain?"

Griphook nodded "We have a pensive and memories of the event in question."

"Show me." Robin said. With that, a large stone basin was brought forth and Griphook poured a memory into it.

"Whenever you are ready." Griphook said. Robin stuck her head inside without hesitation.

The memory before her was, indeed, Harry. She would recognize that messy black hair and those beautiful emerald green eyes anywhere...He looked exactly like his father...

But in his current condition, he couldn't be further from the happy little baby she always remembered him as.

He was curled up on the floor, crying his eyes out, covered in all kinds of terrible injuries. Then, a man stormed into the room. Robin's eyes narrowed as she recognized Vernon Dursley. Lily had introduced her to her family before...She never liked Petunia, but she absolutely hated her husband. Vernon Dursley was nothing more than a bully with a superiority complex and a condescending attitude. And she was about to get even more reason to hate him.

"ENOUGH OF THAT BLOODY CRYING, FREAK!" Vernon kicked Harry in the stomach, sending the tiny child rolling across the room until he slammed into a wall hard enough to make an audible "CRUNCH" sound.

Vernon wasn't done yet. He then proceeded to continue kicking the little boy, shattering his bones and coming dangerously close to destroying his tiny, fragile body.

The memory ended...

Robin's head shot up from the pensive, her face a mask of pure, unfiltered fury. Her normally platinum white hair was darkening to a hue of black so dark, it seemed light could not penetrate it. Her magic began to whip a strong wind around her, sending various documents scattering about.

"MISS LYISSE!" Griphook shouted over the storm of hatred that the Lyisse Heiress was creating. His words seemed to work, as Robin calmed down a little bit, but her hair was darker than night and her eyes were filled with a steely resolve.

"Griphook, I am calling in that promise Lord Ragnarok gave me when I saved his daughter." Robin all but growled, making the nearby goblins eyes widen in shock. No human had ever extracted a promise from their king. The fact that one had save their princess was unheard... With a flourish, she left the room with a scrambling Griphook in tow.

"Miss Ylisse...If I may ask...What are your intentions?" Griphook asked tentatively.

"I thought it would be rather obvious...But I'm going to save Harry." Robin replied angrily. "To think such a sweet baby could suffer so much...It sickens me..." Griphook nodded.

"Agreed. To think Albus believed it was a good idea to send him to those deplorable human beings..." Robin scowled. She was going to have words with that man next time she saw him...But she would worry about that on a later day. Harry needed her right now...

Soon, the two were standing in front of a pair of ornate gold doors. Standing on either side was a pair of heavily armed goblins, indicating that they were elite warriors, ones that would gladly lay down their lives for the royal family. The first guard noticed Robin and Griphook. He started to raise his large halberd, when Robin pulled out an intricate medal made from goblin steel and gold. This was the Royal Seal that granted the user an audience with the king. To date, none had ever received this. To do so means that you are highly favoured by the king himself. The guard's eyes widened seeing this, and he opened the doors, letting the two inside the opulent office.

"Lord Ragnarok, I, Robin of the Lyisse family, wish to call in the favour that is owed for saving Princess Freya from Death Eaters five years ago." Robin called out. To her shock, the king chuckled.

"Lady Lyisse. You needed not march into here calling in the promise that is owed. Your family has served alongside us for generations in times of war and in times of peace. What is it you need of the goblin nation? Speak and it shall be done." He spoke in a kind tone that calmed Robin's temper.

"My apologies your majesty, I had just learned of some ill tidings within the Potter family accounts and what has happened to their son Harry." Robin spoke.

Ragnarok frowned upon hearing those words. "Ah...Yes, I am aware of what Albus has been doing...I assure you, we will do what we can to put an end to it once and for all. But I don't believe I was informed of their child suffering...What seems to be the trouble?" Robin gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, shaking with rage, before taking a deep breath and explaining everything. Ragnarok's eyes narrowed.

"What right does that man have to decide where Harry Potter lives? What purpose is there in sending him to relatives who clearly wish to have nothing to do with him, rather than a family friend, someone Lilly and James would trust with their child? Has Albus's old age begun to go to his brain?!"

"No, it's his belief in that there is good and that the punished should be forgiven only for them to manipulate the law to their own ends. Malfoy is a prime example of this, my father tried to remove his influence but we know how that turned out." Robin spoke bitterly, referring to her father's assassination at the hands of some leftover Death Eaters.

Ragnarok frowned "Yes, it was a sad day when your father was killed. Our nation mourned his loss. He was a good man, loved by his peers and hated by his enemies. What is it you need of us?" he asked her.

"The abuse has gone on long enough. I wish for a small contingent of your best warriors and lawyers. We are going to bring them to justice under goblin law. If memory serves didn't Lilly Evans purchase the house where Petunia lives through here?" She smiled wickedly, not unlike a goblin getting away with stripping a wizard/witch of property and no one complaining.

"We can bring them in under failure to pay goblin taxes and we can add child abuse afterwards." he mused.

Robin smirked. "Wonderful! Thank you so much, Ragnarok."

"You need not thank us, young lady." Ragnarok replied warmly. "It is the correct thing to do. Harry Potter will be liberated from his cruel relatives." Robin smiled warmly.

"Thank goodness...The longer he spends in that horrible household..." She shuddered at the thought, then shook her head. "...I have one more request."

"Name it."

"I wish to be the one to inflict physical punishment upon Vernon Dursley."

"Only if you leave him alive long enough to face justice at our hands." Ragnarok supplied.

Robin smiled cruelly "Depends on your definition of 'alive'." she said as Ragnarok chuckled darkly.

Later at #4 Privet Drive...

Robin stood in front of the Dursley home with a parchment scroll and twenty goblins decked out in medium armour, brandishing various weapons. Next to Robin was Ragnarok, wearing his ceremonial armour and wielding a great sword that had belonged in the royal family for generations. It was speculated that it was Caliburn, the sword that King Arthur pulled from the stone, which was broken in battle and reforged by the goblins as a sign of peace between humans and goblins. And since then the sword has been passed down throughout the ages to the rightful ruler of the goblin nation.

Robin opens the scroll and addresses the group "By order of King Ragnarok, leader of the goblin nation, we are to capture and detain Vernon Dursley for his crimes against the nation, and by extension his wife Petunia Dursley nee Evans and Marge Dursely. You are to apprehend the three while the son Dudley is to have his memories of his family oblivated and placed in military school. Any properties inside are to be taken and used as compensation for Harry Potter, and if they resist, make them suffer as Harry Potter has before falling to our blades!" Robin proclaimed, making the goblins roar in approval. Robin then turned her attention to the home where Harry was and pulled out a thick tome from her satchel, then opened it to the desired page. She scanned the incantation and quietly chanted it, making the book glow. Lightning was sparking from it, and with a quiet tone, she said one word with the force of a hundred storms.

"Thoron!" And with a brilliant flash, a bolt of lightning erupted from the tome and slammed into the front of the home with enough force to shatter the front of the house. She marched towards the entrance with the hood of her coat drawn up, giving her an ominous appearance, the steady sounds of marching goblins adding to this effect.

Harry Potter whimpered in pain as his uncle slammed his cricket bat on his tiny, fragile body.

"I WORK ALL DAY TO PROVIDE FOR THIS FAMILY, AND I COME HOME TO A BURNT DINNER?!" Vernon roared. "YOU'LL BE GETTING NO BREAD FOR A WEEK, BOY!" After ten more hits with the bat, Vernon kicked Harry hard enough to launch him across the room. The little boy slammed into the wall with a gasp, several wounds from earlier that week reopening as a result. Vernon was far from finished, as he then proceeded to grab the boy's head and begin slamming it into the wall as roughly as he could, all the while screaming about how "useless" and "ungrateful" he was.

Before he could crack Harry's skull open, he was interrupted by the sound of the door exploding...

Vernon shielded his eyes from the explosion. When he finally looked, he could see a figure walking towards him in a slow and methodical manner as though that person had all the time in the world. The figure's heavy coat was flapping in the wind. With an unseen smirk, the figure reached into the coat and pulled out a sword, but this sword was designed differently. The hilt and cross guard looked normal enough, but the blade itself was jagged as though it was shaped to look like a lightning bolt. The sword itself was crackling with electricity, adding to it's already unique design.

Soon, the figure was standing imposingly over a trembling Vernon. It pressed the blade of the sword against his throat. "You have made a grave error this day, vermin." The figure spat in a venomous tone, making the man flinch. "Your crimes against this boy shall not go unpunished any longer." And with that, the figure removed the blade from Vernon's throat, confusing him for a moment before screaming in agony as the blade pierced his leg and electricity ran through the blade, adding to the pain. "I will not kill you, for death is too good of a gift to you. You shall suffer as your nephew has and more so." The figure said as the blade was removed from the leg, piercing the other shortly afterwards.

Robin grinned almost sadistically under her cloak. To see this man finally getting what he deserved for his treatment of Harry...It filled her with a sense of excitement which she had never known. It almost scared her how much she enjoyed punishing the man, as she stabbed him in the arm with her blade, coursing even more electricity through his body.

"NO MORE! NO MORE! NOMORENOMORENOMORENOMORENOMOOOOOOOORE!" Vernon begged, tears flowing down his face.

After a few more moments, Ragnarok stepped in and cleared his throat. "Lady Ylisse, I think that's enough for now. If you keep this up, you'll most likely kill him, and I know that you want him fully punished for his crimes." His words made Robin stop her torturous actions...for now.

"I apologize, Lord Ragnarok... The fact that Harry was forced to stay with these... animals... was too much." Robin spoke after dissipating the electrical charge of her sword.

"Harry is waiting outside for you. He needs you more than anything right now." Ragnarok said, leading Robin out of the ruined front door.

"What about Sirius? Where is he?" She suddenly remembered that Sirius was first in line to be Harry's godfather.

"Unfortunately, he is being held in Azkaban for 'betraying' the Potters. Personally, I believe that there was some quick political maneuvering so that Sirius was to be sent there without a trial. We've tried to investigate this but the Ministry has blocked any and all attempts." Ragnarok said.

Robin scowled "From what you just told me I would believe it, since Sirius was the White Sheep of the family, but no doubt that any of the Death Eaters would've loved to see him rot there." She spoke. "I'll have to see what I can do on that when things here settle down a bit." she replied before seeing a small bundle wrapped in a thick blanket. Robin's heart nearly broke at the sight of Harry, battered and broken. "Can you take care of things here? I'm going to take him home." Ragnarok nodded and Robin gingerly picked the little boy up, and with a near silent crack, she apparated to Ylisse Manor.

When the platinum-haired young woman was outside the door to her home, she looked down at the little boy in her arms. He was unconscious...The fat bastard had beaten him to the point where he had lost consciousness...

Her anger toward Vernon was ebbed away, and replaced with absolute, crushing devastation at the state the little boy in her arms was in. She knew she was going to have to take off the oversized shirt he was wearing in order to see the wounds so she could heal them...And she was absolutely dreading it.

Ramlethal the Ylisse house elf was waiting for her mistress. When she appeared with a clothed bundle, she was about to ask when she noticed the blood seeping through the blanket "Mistress... I'll get the medical supplies!" She spoke as she headed off to get the much needed supplies. There was a small crack, and another house elf similar to Ramlethal appeared.

"Mistress, I have gathered some clean linen and clothing for our guest." She said.

Robin nodded "Thank yo,u Elphelt. You and your sister are life savers." she chuckled.

Elphelt gave a small smile "It is the least we can do. Me and Ram have served your family without hesitation ever since your great grandmother had this manor built." She reminded the heiress "I've taken the liberty of making a light soup for our guest and sandwiches for you since you will be up late studying how to raise a child. I already have the books needed set out for you." Elphelt said, making Robin do a double take. "And before you ask, you are that predictable." she said levitating a small tray of turkey and Swiss cheese sandwiches with mayo, tomatoes and lettuce to her mistress.

Robin smirked slightly. "You know me so well." She said calmly. "Thank you. Now, you're free to return to your quarters for the night. I'm going to tend to Harry's wounds." The house elf bowed.

"Of course, mistress." And with that, she snapped her fingers, and was gone.

Robin sighed, then placed Harry on her bed, flat on his stomach. Carefully, she removed the oversized shirt...and instantly dropped it at the sight before her.

Burns...Scars...Scrapes, bruises, puncture wounds...Not an inch of skin wasn't covered in some sort of injury...

Robin felt the urge to vomit at the sight, but she held it in. She would do so after she was sure Harry was okay. She casted a diagnostic spell and summoned a parchment and quill and charmed it to record the results of the diagnostic. When she finished, she read over the results and she calmly placed the parchment on a nearby table and walked over to a trash bin and proceeded to empty the contents of her stomach. Mentally thanking herself for not eating the sandwiches, she staggered back to the table and reread the results.

Numerous lacerations, dislocated joints, cracked, if not broken bones, second to third degree burns on his arms and legs, cigarette butts pressed into his skin, various cleaning chemicals forced down his throat, and stab wounds with a rusty knife. Robin suspected that it was his magic that had kept him alive. For a moment. a white hot anger coursed through her at Dumbledore's stupidity and Dursley's cruelty, wishing that she could have tortured Petunia and Marge... but that could wait for now.

Her first course of action was to focus her magical energy into the healing charms she had worked on. She focused with every fibre of her being on healing the boy's injuries, and after half an hour, the more serious injuries had all but disappeared.

Sighing in both relief and exhaustion from using so much of her magical energy, Robin looked over the child's back. There were still a few handfuls of cuts and burns visible...But Harry's own magic would sort that out easily enough.

She flipped him over onto his back, and looked down at his face. He was still every bit as adorable now as he was back when he was still just a baby, raising his arms up to her to be picked up...

The thought of little Harry, from age 1 to 4, suffering such horrendous injuries, with no one to help him or love him...No one to hold him and let him know everything would be okay... Robin couldn't hold it in a moment longer. She snatched the unconscious little boy up into her arms and hugged him tightly against her chest, sobbing her eyes out over the injustice of it all.

Harry was waking up from his daily beating in confusion. Instead of waking in excruciating pain, he felt...comfort, a foreign concept to one that had been abused physically and mentally by bigoted relatives. It felt comforting. He snuggled against the person that was holding him. Believing this to be a dream, he gave out a small sigh and whispered a singular word, but it was enough for Robin on her next course of action.

"Mommy..."

If Robin had a hand free, she would cast a witches vow right there and then to adopt this lonely and broken child and make him into a wizard that his parents would be proud of.

But since her arms were currently preoccupied with holding him, she instead opted to give him a tearful smile, hold him tighter against her chest, and kiss his forehead gently.

"If you ever want to call me mommy when you're in your right state of mind...I will openly embrace the role." She said gently, whispering into his ear.

Suddenly, Harry began to awaken further. His eyes widened when he realized he was in the arms of a stranger. Strangers were never supposed to see him! She was going to hurt him!

Harry began to panic. Desperately, he began to thrash and wiggled in Robin's arms. "NO! DON'T HURT ME, PLEASE! DON'T KILL ME! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

The sudden movement, as well as Harry's reaction, startled Robin. She stumbled backwards into a bookcase, where a rather large book fell from there, falling onto her head, Robin groaned and rubbed the top of her head, mumbling under her breath.

"IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRY!" Harry quickly apologized for harming her.

Robin shook her head and held Harry tightly. "Shhhh..." She whispered soothingly. "Relax...It's okay now, Harry... Relax...Just calm down...I'm not going to hurt you. Not now, not ever." Her words had no effect, as Harry was still struggling, though they were weakening. Robin teared up. They had damaged the little boy's mental state...

Wordlessly, Robin pressed Harry's head against her chest, around where her heart was. She had heard from Lily that the sound of a heartbeat could soothe a scared child. It had always worked on Harry when he was a baby...Maybe it would work now...

As Harry listened to the sounds of Robin's heartbeat, a sense of nostalgia overcame him. It triggered a memory of Robin's hair, which retained the colour, but at a time, it had been shorter. The memory of Harry running his pudgy hands through it...It was familiar... but where did he see her? The sounds of her heartbeat was steady like a drum, ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum. The sound was lulling him to sleep... but he wasn't tired... was he?

Robin smiled and breathed a sigh of relief when Harry finally calmed down. Wanting to feed him before he fell asleep, she pulled his head away from her chest and smiled warmly at him as he looked up at her with wide eyes.

"Harry...It's been so long..." She whispered softly as she ran her fingers through his hair. Harry flinched at first, but when he realized the contact did not hurt, and in fact felt rather nice, he leaned closer into it.

Robin felt warmth in her heart. Finally, she was reunited with the last of the Potter family. She smiled at him adoringly, the planted a kiss on the top of his head.

Harry at first flinched slightly, but realized that it was just a kiss. He looks up at Robin, unintentionally expectantly. She giggled slightly, and kissed him on the forehead where the scar was located. Harry hissed at the sudden pain, but didn't really care. the warmth of Robin's embrace was far better than the cold nights when he was forced to shovel the snow wearing very thin clothing that barely kept him safe from the elements...

He looked up at the woman for a few moments. He remembered seeing that platinum pig-tailed hair before...But where...?

"Are you hungry, dear?" Harry's thoughts were interrupted. "The house elves prepared sandwiches if you'd like." Harry opened his mouth to decline her offer...but was immediately cut off by the grumbling of his stomach.

"Y-yes ma'am." he stuttered nervously. Robin gently picked him up and headed into the dining area.

"Elphelt!" Robin called out. In a small crack, she appeared, startling Harry and making him clutch to Robin tighter.

"Yes, mistress?" she asked Robin.

"Is dinner ready?" she asked the house elf.

"Of course mistress." Elphelt replied in a slightly snarky tone that was stating the obvious.

Robin rolled her eyes slightly and carried Harry into the room, placing him in a nearby chair. In front of him was a small bowl of vegetable stew and two slices of sandwich.

"Go ahead and eat, Harry. You'll need your strength if you want to heal." Robin replied, eating one of her sandwiches.

Harry hesitated for a moment, before picking up one of the sandwiches on his plate. Slowly, and eyeing Robin the entire time, he raised the sandwich to his mouth and took a bite. He chewed, swallowed, then flinched, expecting Robin to get up and hit him.

Robin's shoulders sagged as she looked sadly at the little boy. She made a mental note to give him another hug after he was done eating...

"It's okay, sweetie." She said gently. "Please keep eating...You need it. I promise I'll never hurt you." Harry hesitated, then put a spoonful of soup in his mouth.

The food was delicious...but he felt like he was breaking some kind of rule by eating it...

Robin noticed the look, and gently placed a hand over Harry's shoulder, making him twitch. "Harry... You won't have to go back to those monsters. I was a friend of your parents, and I'm sorry that I hadn't found you sooner. I can only hope that you forgive me for failing your parents." Robin spoke in a sad tone while a few tears leaked out from her eyes.

Harry looked into the pretty platinum haired woman's eyes, seeing the sincerity in them. He knew that she meant him no harm...

"S-So I'm really allowed to eat this stuff?" He asked shyly. Robin wiped the tears from her eyes and forced a smile.

"Of course." She replied softly. "I want you to finish your food, okay?" Harry knew better than to disobey a direct order. Wordlessly, he took the spoon and continued eating his soup, savouring the warmth of the liquid. After he had finished the soup, he went to town on the sandwiches on his plate.

He had finished eating in a mere ten minutes.

Harry gave a yawn as sleepiness started to settle in. Robin picked Harry up and took him to one of the empty bedrooms, laying him down in the bed and tucking him in up to his chin. With a quiet crack, Ramlethal appeared with some potions for Harry to drink.

"It saddens me that such a young child has to suffer so." Ramlethal lamented as she carefully put the potion to Harry's lips and made him drink the concoction.

Robin nodded her head. "No doubt that Albus will seek Harry out and try to have him return to that hellhole." She spoke quietly as Ramlethal finished giving Harry the potions, allowing him to finally fall asleep.

"Perhaps you should, as the Americans put it, 'Cut him off at the pass?'" The house elf said.

"Okay, no more late night American Western movies for you." Robin chuckled, making Ramlethal gasp at the thought of her favourite movies out of reach. "As for your suggestion, Ragnarok and I have already thought ahead and adopted Harry due to the fact that I wish to protect my best friend's son." Robin replied.

"I see... It is getting late, mistress. Perhaps those books can wait until morning." Ramlethal said, noting the time.

Robin yawned in agreement "Ram, please have Elphelt keep watch over Harry just in case." She said as she made her way to her bedchambers.

As Robin climbed into her bed, she thought about the events that had transpired that night. After four years, she had managed to track down the little boy her best friend had given birth to...As Lilly's best friend, she felt that it was her duty to ensure Harry lived safely.

And she fully intended to carry out this mission.