Author Note: Ok, I came back and rewrote this chapter. Tell me how I did, please.

Warnings: More mature harry in the beginning due to slightly different life style. His childhood was still a piece of crap. Gray Harry. NOT GAY. Light Bashing of almost every character later on in a few chapters. Major Bashing of the wizarding world.

ALSO: The war on Voldamort is still a terrorist group, not completely dissolved, but not big enough to be called a war group.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

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It was the year 1994, a hot summer sunset on 4 Privet Drive. Harry just beat his old record of cleaning up everything, and was going to get clean himself.

Harry put away everything he used that day, took a shower, got dressed, and grabbed his stuff.

'What a day…'

FLASHBACK

Harry was sitting on his bed, waiting. It was early in the morning, about five o'clock. Harry wanting to do nothing more than to have something fun to do.

That is all he really did do now a days, as his relatives were a bunch of pussies once he had the power to defend himself if things got out of hand.

They stopped having him do everything, and did not attack him, or try to starve him, simply because of one law in the government that allowed him to defend himself from muggles if they were to attack him. Nothing lethal, but he could take them down with a body bind, and then beat the shit out of them.

But what made this waiting period different was that Harry was waiting for a letter.

Hegwig came back with nothing. So this means that Mr. or Mrs. Weasley were serious about trying out postage, the normal muggle way.

Harry decided to go make some food, and then read about Wizard culture, since he knew nothing about it really. He knew from cheesy movies and books that reading about something and living that something are two different things.

But still, at least he would have something to know about that Hermione didn't.

For such an intelligent witch, she knew nothing about how real society worked, just like how the wizard teachers knew nothing about muggles, even the muggle studies teacher knew only a little of how they lived, and how they acted.

He pondered these things a whole ten minutes. Maybe that is what Hermione could do when she grew up. A muggle studies teacher. Before he realized what he was doing, he finished making his food, and got to eating while walking back to his room.

He made himself a nice, thick turkey sandwich and went back to his room, and ate while reading.

The Mail man comes in 20 minutes….(Sigh.) 'Why could they not just use an Owl?'

20 minutes later….

Harry opens the door as the mail men arrives, and takes the mail, and immediately grabbed the one with all the stamps.

He put the rest on the table, and takes his letter to his room.

He sits down, and looks at the letter.

"How did they get this many stamps on here? Lick the whole bloody letter?" He opened it with a liberated pocket knife (From Dudley), and shot a look inside.

It was stuffed, because they folded the letter wrong. And they used parchment? Dear lord.

sent the letter to the Dursleys "asking" permission to take Harry to the Quidditch World Cup. Weasleys were planning to collect him whether the Dursleys said yes or no.

Unsure of how much postage to include, they completely covered the envelope with stamps, leaving only a square inch on the front in which she managed to squeeze the Dursleys' address. Typical. And she wonders where the twins get their lack of common sense from.

Now, he would love to go, but he had plans. He wanted to go shopping, and maybe find out about something Hermione asked about a while ago that he remembered. It was about magic, and how to use it. Harry was disarmed too many times…if he was going to be safe, this was how he was going to do it. Harry could not control his magic wandlessly, they mention it in books, but he had no luck.

The wand maker Ollivander was his best bet.

He needed to warn the Weasleys that he was leaving to Diagon Alley for a few days, and meet them at the Barrow.

He wrote them a letter, and looked at it.

I am sorry, but I will see you later. I am going to the Alley to do some research that is important.

I will meet you all in three days by the time you get this, maybe sooner if I am lucky. Ron, don't over eat, Ginny, beat Ron in chess for me, Fred, George, go light on the pranks when I get there…

Love, Harry.

He sent it, and started to get ready.

He never got to do what he personally wanted to do unless it involved breaking a rule of some sort. He had to do this without asking permission. It was time to be his own man.

No, this would not be tolerated by Dumbledore. Dumbledore rules everything about his life. Yeah, he legally belonged to the Dursleys as a dependent. BUT, that was because of a strange set of circumstances, where the Dursleys had no choice but to accept Harry.

Each thing he packed raised his anger, he was tired of the bullshit. What was the truth? Why was he the boy that lived? What made him so special? A mother's love combined with magic? HA!

But then he remembered what Dumbledore said about what happened first year, and why he stayed with the Dursleys. He doubted the whole love thing.

He finished packing, and went up stairs to tell his uncle what was going on, and that there really was nothing he could do about it.

"You think I care if you go off somewhere? Less money we have to spend on you. But do these first, or I will send a letter to the ministry of filth and request your removal from your school." He sneered at harry, making it obvious that he would follow through with the threat wither or not he did the things on the list.

Harry saw that he was holding up a list. He took it, and read. Yup, the whole summer choir list.

"Humm. So you took my advice and read up on wizarding laws." Harry looked at it, it had a sign here thing line on it.

"Use the law on me, and I will use the law on you." Vernon growled. He already signed it; he just wanted him to do it so he might lose his magic if he failed.

"You know that in making a deal with a wizard with a contract will involve magic, and if I sign this, and not do what it says, I will lose my magic, and if you try to dishonor this, to make me lose my magic, you and your wife die, right?" Harry signed it as Vernon was trying to tell him not to do it.

"That is bullshit! Your magic will not kill me for your failures! It not mentioned in your laws!" Vernon said, believing that the boy was lying.

"Yeah, but if you do any foul play, and I can kill you for trying to endanger my magic, and the contract will be invalid." Vernon paled. He did not think about the same law of protection would work here, in this matter.

"You brought this upon yourself. I will do this all, and you better stay out of my way if you don't want to die. It takes a whole two days for me to lose my magic, and you won't have two days."

Harry walked out of the room not even looking back to see if he responded. Vernon got up, and decided to watch him do the work, making sure he did everything, and even help him on the harder ones, and have Dudley do some of the easier jobs.

END FLASH BACK

He decided to take the knight bus to Diagon alley, get some money, shop for supplies, then take the knight bus again to the Weasleys.

"Why do you have so much luggage?" Vernon asked, as Harry had two large suitcases, two smaller ones, and two school trunks.

"I am taking all my stuff, so I can sell some of last year's stuff. Think of it this way, less magic for you next year." Harry said, hoping that his pea sized brain could handle the comparison.

Vernon did not argue with that, his crap was starting to use too much space anyway.

He was about to leave the house, when Dudley came and yelled at him about one thing or another. Vernon thought for a moment that Harry failed his end of the contract, and ran toward Harry, yelling for him to stop and look at him.

"Look boy, I said LOOK!" Vernon grabbed Harry, and Harry retaliated by doing something he saw Charlie do to Fred when he tried to prank him.

He turns around, grabbed Vernon's arm, and pushed, then kicked him in-between the legs.

"Listen to me Uncle Vernon. I did all of your requirements to leave. I am not cleaning Dudley's room, we agreed to that. And we have a written agreement, and I swore upon my magic, which means that if I did knowingly break my word, I would lose my magic."

He picked up his four suitcases and both trunks again, and spoke as he walked out. "You are a complete moron. My magic is worth more to me then that pathetic son of yours is worth to you." Vernon was holding his balls in a look of pain, and was thinking about killing Harry for the hell of it.

"My magic…That is something I would NEVER risk losing, so you manipulated the contract we both signed, thinking it would force me to lose my magic didn't you."

Vernon was turning red, and was about to attack the boy when he spoke.

"It would never work, because I agreed to the contract when it was not tampered with, so I only have to do what we agreed upon. They teach that the very first year at my special school. What you tried to do gives me the right, by magic, to kill you and your family right now." He looked Vernon in the eye, and made the silent promise to kill him and his family if he fucked with him again. It was a slight bluff, as he would only be able to imprison his family, and kill him, but the two bitches and the fat wanker would not last a week in Azkaban.

Vernon looked down, not even tempting to look Harry in the eye.

The last time someone looked at him that way, they killed his father by unknown means.

That is until he found out about magic from his wife, and found it was real by seeing James and Lily perform magic in front of him…Magic killed his father. Red streaks, blue fire, miserable screams after the word curcio, and Green light….that is why he hated magic just as much as Petunia. Magic was EVIL. So must anyone that used it…it was dangerous…

Vernon backed off, and held his son back. He would not lose another loved one to magic.

"Just leave. You will have Dudleys second room for next year." He looked down when Harry looked him in the eyes again. They had a rough understanding; the finer details will be hashed out later.

"Thank you for understanding." He left the house, and walked to the curb, walked down a few blocks, and called the knight bus.

He saw the thing flash before his eyes, and saw that Stan had his job again.

"Hello Stan, good to see you again."

"Ah. Harr' Potter, just grand to c'ya. Where too?"

"Diagon Alley." Harry walked in, and paid the man.

The trip was a crazy as ever, and Harry thought that magic did not always manage.

When they reached Diagon Alley, Harry wanted to puke, and got off with his stuff.

He was carrying everything he has, all the books from first year up till now. He was planning on selling Lockhart's books as not even out of the packaging….

"I never even unwrapped the books from the plastic….." In the magic world, high priced books are sold in wrapping to insure they are undamaged. After all, knowledge is power….But not in Lockhart's case. There are just too many desperate old witches that get orgasms over the thought of a completely proven fantasy.

His books were now sold in the fantasy section. (This reminds me over the whole Team Jacob vs. Team Edward bullshit.)

He entered the Alley, and ignored the stares, slowly getting more annoyed each time someone pointed like he was a monkey picking his ass and eating the shit.

"If only there was a way to bash the entire wizarding world without getting into trouble…." He muttered.

Harry walked over to Gringotts, entered. He had his key, in his shoe. He took it out and hung it around his neck before entering.

Harry walked up to a counter, and asked to see his vault.

"Name. Key. And proof."

"Harry James Potter, Here is the Key, and would my scar work enough to do the job? I am see to see my trust vault, and my family vault." Harry said, knowing that if there was a trust vault, then logically there had to be a family vault.

The goblin was now on guard. The boy knew about the family vault of the potters. This could be a fake…

The goblin smiled. "Yes of course….in this case it would, but because you are here as a celebrity, alone, and everyone knows Harry potter has a rather large amount of resources, we have to do another test."

"Ok, what is it?"

The goblin stabbed Harry's hand, pinning it to the counter.

"Fake!"

"What?"

"We got a fake here!"

The guards came and grabbed him, letting the blade cut itself free off of Harry as the dragged him away.

The goblin at the counter just picked up his knife, and cleaned it, waiting for costumers while wondering how think the blood would run on the goblin blades this time.

The real Harry Potter could only come here with one of the predestinated hosts before the age of sixteen…chosen by Dumbledore and three other men, each CEO's of big business and if he ever did, he had to say the code word when told about their being a test.

That was the worst attempt ever! He did not even get past the code word.

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Interrogation room.

"Who are you?" A goblin yelled in Harry's ear. Harry was dizzy…he was not thinking straight…he could not help but blurt out whatever came up in his head first.

"I'm Harry Potter you fucking green puss pocket, you look like you belong on the cover of an zit remover commercial!" Harry ranted at them. Wow, he normally would have kept quiet…this sucks.

They slammed a hammer on his foot, he heard a crack, and he gave a very loud yell.

Why are you doing this to me?" He asked in a cracked tone, wondering if Dumbledore knew what was going on, and if he would save him somehow, like…hummm….I don't know, just enter and stop the whole thing with a few words? He is fucking Albus Dumbledore.

The goblin punched Harry in the face.

"Shut up, I will be asking the questions, you'll speak when spoken too."

"You damned wanker, when I get out, I am going to bitch slap the fucking shit out of you so hard that you will shit bricks! FUCK! Why am I puking out every damned thing I think of? Why is your nose gray and crooked, but the rest of you is green? What do female goblins look like? Are you guys A-sexual? Is that why we never see female goblins?" They glared at him, and he said one thing before they started beating him.

"I think I will shut up now." Harry gave a weak grin when he got bitch slapped, and the beating started. After about ten minutes of beating, they stopped, and rubbed their scaly hands.

The assistant goblin scoffed. "He actually thinks he is Harry Potter. I think that THE Harry Potter would have known about a simple password test like that." He said, putting on brass knuckles.

Harry shut his mouth, taking a look at the brass knuckles. This was not good. What did he mean about a password? When did he ever get a password on his cash?

Harry sent a confused look at the head goblin. The goblin decided to taunt Harry with the facts.

"We could tell you're not Harry Potter, because Harry Potter was sent the instructions about the backup tests so he could get into his family vault, and none else."

"Why?" Harry blurted out, but his immediate reaction was a fist. He got punched again, and again, and again. He thought he heard muttering of a spell in the background, he noticed it in the beginning, but had more immediate thoughts of getting the fuck out. Crap, their goes that thinking…..

"Do you guys have spells on this room to make me say everything I think?" He was punched again as the assistant goblin laughed. Harry nodded his head, this was obvious now.

"Yes, yes you do. I would not be so stupid to say that or this otherwise." He got kicked in the balls, which forced him to mutter curses, wanting to hold his best buds, but unable to.

"Someone has been stealing money from Harry Potter, plain and simple. So we put extra measures for him. He agreed, and we sent him a simple code word."

Harry looked at him like he was insane.

The goblin just back handed him, backed off, and grabbed a vial of something. "So thief, why did you try to steal from one of our favored clients?" The goblin smashed Harry's balls with his foot, and rested it there, holding the vial over Harry's head, harry was trying not to scream…that potion could be anything…poison, truth serum, or a mind breaker potion. He had to swear upon him magic, that is all he could do in order to survive…

"I swear upon my magic, I AM HARRY POTTER!" A burst of white light came, ringing true. The goblin got his foot off of harry, put the vial down, shattering onto the ground, and he was sent into a frenzy of thinking in overtime.

The other goblin sputtered out a few questions, and felt like he just saw the impossible. "How? You were sent the info, how did you fail to know about the test?" The goblin now was going 'oh FUCK!' in his mind.

"I NEVER got any mail from you, or anyone else!" Harry snapped, clearly angry.

"But how is that? We have been sending you mail for years!" He said in a fearful voice.

"NO! I NEVER GOT ANY MAIL FROM ANYONE!" Harry started to have accidental magic fly around, and he waved his hand in the shackles toward the goblin, and who flew a good two feet, and got back up. He had a hand print on his face.

"WAIT! But how is that true? Everyone knows that you reply to fan mail?" The goblin said, clearly now worried, rubbing his face.

"What fan mail? I don't have that many BLOODY fans you piece of green shit!" Harry said. His face in clear confusion and anger. Harry screamed when all of a sudden he was on fire from the fumes of the potion, Harry's magic started to protect him, and harry had magic all over the room, picking things up.

"We have a bit of a problem here don't we." The goblin said, starting to float, trying to stay on solid ground.

"Yes, and if I am not let out, healed, and have things explained to me I will physically move all my accounts somewhere else after fucking this place up." Harry meant it; this world was getting more fucked up as it went along.

The goblin took out a blade, and stabbed itself in the chest.

An armed goblin came in, and looked at the dead goblin.

"Coward. Nearly lost us one of the most reputable accounts in Gringotts, and then kills himself to avoid punishment." The goblin spat at the dead corpse. The other one was getting stabbed to death in front of Harry.

"Ok, explain things please before I do accidental magic to kill you all." Harry said, and the goblins started to float.

The table was shaking in mid air, and shattered in a million bits, but stayed in the air, nearly formed. The dead body was floating, and started to spin. It shot off, and rammed though the splinters from the table, into the wall, right next to a guard, and the table was now everywhere, and the goblins were showered with wood, some having injuries, like a splinter in the eye, or a chunk denting their armor, breaking a bone.

"Calm down Lord Potter!" A loud sound said. A room speaker. So he was being observed the whole time.

'Fine…' Harry dropped it all, and then tried to calm down.

The goblins let harry loose, and harry could not walked out, until his bones snapped into place. At the end of the hall was a goblin, who spoke to harry.

"I apologize for what has happened, Let me take you to your vaults." The Goblin said, trying hard not to piss Harry off.

"Good. But first my wand, then I would like I get healed, then after that we can see the vaults." Harry said, clearly angry.

They snapped his wand earlier. This was horrible…there was never going to be a wand like his first, that is a fact. He was now eternally weaker…

Harry was handed a snapped wand. "Sorry, it is our policy to snap the wands of anyone that tries to steal from our customers."

Harry looked at the goblin. "You fucking morons…" Harry said, glaring.

The goblin walked away, and a human came over, and lead him to the medical area. They mostly treated small things, or big things. They did have dragons here after all.

The nurse was a cute looking blond haired witch that made Harry thinks about hospital fantasies. He decided to give a stab at flirting, what's the worst that could happen?

A sound in the background could be heard for a moment, he kept on thinking it sounded just like Admiral Ackbar from star wars. Something about it being a trap. Oh well.

The curtains closed, and he was alone with the nurse.

'might as well and see if this crappy day could get any worse…'

"Hello nurse…." He said in a somewhat smooth voice.

"I am the doctor, and you are here for your rectal exam..." She said in a prisy annoying tone.

He backed off, holy shit. Wrong room, can't the goblins get anything right? Or did they do this on purpose?

She turned around, and he saw the huge bulge in HIS pants.

Harry was at a loss for words. Just his bloody luck. 'DAMN IT! Why can't I just get a bloody break! I normally can avoid this type of situation, where did I go wrong? Now that I think about it, my first guess should have been the curtains closing, then the mega gay little voice.'

Harry had no wand, he was going to have to fight him off…..or run. He backed to the curtains, but they were like solid stone. He got ready to fight, thinking about what Dudley done to him in the past, and tried to summon up some raw magic, but failed to.

'This is it, brace yourself Harry' Harry was about to lunge punch the guy, then help arrived.

A few men and a few women entered took her, I mean him, out of the room, and another attractive, this time brunette, nurse started talking with him. The nurse apologized.

"Sorry, she, I mean HE is a mental patient, he was getting money from his vault when he preformed magic to levitate his money, and a self defense curse from the bank hit him. We were looking for him, we found out he took that hospital clothing, and he changed his body a little…"

A few doctors looked him over, and told the nurse to give him a few potions, and to fill out a prescription for a potion that would help his nutriment. So he did not eat three square meals a day? Whoopee do, did that ever stop him from surviving? From growing?

Little did Harry know, that it did hinder him from surviving as efficiently, and it did stop him growing as much as it should have.

The doctors left to tend to other patience's, and Harry looked around the room now that the curtains were not closed.

He saw that it was a long room with exam tables, and beds. Each section had a curtain, and if the bank had the same common sense as Madam Prompry, the patience's could put up a silencing ward over the make shift room of curtains, to allow some privacy should they have privet conversations.

Harry did notice that only a few nurses were in the room still, and the cute one that explained the mental patient situation was walking toward him, damn, she had a good set of hooters.

"Sit down, and drink this, this and this." She said, handing him three small bottles, he turned around and gave a very good view of her ass. Harry started to drink a bottle, and choked slightly when he saw that she was giving him the 'are you kidding?' look though a small wall mirror that he did not notice.

"Drink all of it Romeo, before I sue for sexual harassment." She said, giving him a leveled glare.

Harry looked up, and did as asked. Damned teenage hormones, hot nurse fantasies, and said hot nurse. On the bright side, he was healing quickly, he felt stronger than ever, and one or two of his bones were popping back into place, but it did not hurt….he felt wonderful, like anything he wanted to do was not impossible anymore…he shook himself.

'Stay alert, these people will just as likely beat you as they will save you.' He looked at the bottles, they labels were in Goblin.

"Nurse, what are these doing?" Harry asked, looking at the potions.

"I am a Doctor, and the affects of Goblin torture can make someone physically weaker than normal; this is giving you back your muscle. This one is giving your magic a temporary boost, this one will give you luck, due to goblin poison gives you bad luck, and this one…" She listed off a few more, when she almost said one wrong and just handed him a list.

"They did nothing but stab me and beat me…why so much?" Harry asked, he now had a slight wonder in his voice, he was wrong. That must have made her think he was a sexist.

"I don't know Mr. Potter…let me write this up, than we can talk." She wrote up everything, the medical history on him was astounding, his body showed phoenix tears and basilisk venom in his blood stream, each growing steadily; fight each other with their potency. He also had the normal magic, but taints of dark magic in his body also, what the hell…

She noted the lack of mental efficiency; he was strong, but not efficient. He would be easier to beat in a mind game then a Muggle, simply because they have much weaker power, but were quick enough mentally to give a challenge sometimes.

She would tell the other doctors about this later…but first he had to inform him about his magical poisoning.

Harry saw that she was in a daze, and she was looking though him with bright greenish blue eyes. She must be doing some sort of magical scanning technique, because her wand was out.

She frowned, and he was waving his hand in front of her face.

"Hello doctor, are you awake in there?" Harry asked.

She blinked, and her eyes were no longer looking right though him, but at him.

"Dear god….I hope I am wrong!" She left, and came back in a moment, grabbed her clipboard, and jotted down a few things, then left. Harry tried to talk to her when she did this, but she just shook her head.

When she came back, she came back with three doctors. They were off to the side, out of immediate hearing range. She look urgent, and they had looks of disbelieve, expect one with a cane, who looked at him with a smirk, and gestured for them to leave, saying a few things.

The man came over with a slight limp, and spoke. "Hello. You know any good knock knock jokes?" He said this with live, blue eyes, then dead pale eyes, like as though they were dead, or blind.

He started to block everyone's view with curtains and put up the silencing wards. He then blasted a killing curse at Harry's legs.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Harry roared as he felt slight numb in his legs, and could not move them.

"Its ok, they are just numbed, not dead. I needed to do that in order to look at you again…hold still." The Doctor said. He had dead eyes again, and then normal.

They looked at each other, and with a cane, he pointed at him.

"You have an extremely rare condition. It is a problem that some powerful wizards have…you naturally absorb magical influence, just by touching a magical influence, or excessive time being around the magical influence, you copy its magical aura. To either become immune in it, or make it easier depending wither or not your magical core recognizes it as a good thing or a bad thing, then your magical core decodes its magical core, and works to give you the best shot at being able to handle the magical being."

"That sounds great! I am magically suited to fight! What would that be bad? " Harry stated in slight confusion.

"Ah, but here is the fuck up in the evolutionary jump. It goes one step further, working only on the good stuff and nasty stuff, like in your case, Phoenix tears, and Basilisk venom. Your magical core makes the good stuff and nasty stuff, and puts the nasty stuff in your heart, in order to help you become immune to it physically. This would have killed you, because your core doesn't know how much it's supposed to put in your body." The man started to walk to a table, and made food with his wand.

"The Phoenix Tears." Harry said.

"Correct!" The man said, and then continued. "The good stuff, the Phoenix Tears, are put in your bone marrow, where all of the white blood cell cells are made. Your white blood cells are consistently fighting the venoms you have, not just the basilisk venom."

He finished a sandwich, and asked a question. "You have been places you should not have been." He stated, and then continued.

"In order to have this much of both, you had to have been bit by a large basilisk, and then took the only known cure immediately. Phoenix Tears. Then you have another few cures in your system. Pepper up potion is weak, your body recognizes it as a food, a magical nourishment, and it give you a shot of it when you are tired, but these are no simple cures that I am talking about."

"What is the damage?" Harry asked, wanting this to just end.

"I am talking about Unicorn blood, pure Unicorn blood." He yelled at Harry.

"I didn't drink it!" Harry said immediately.

"I know that." He said giving him a look of DUH.

"The magic shows that you did not kill a unicorn, or drank it. But you have touched pure Unicorn blood. A lot of it."

"In the forest of death, at Hogwarts. I was helping for the search of a wounded unicorn as a detention punishment." Harry said rushed, looking at the man. Who was this man?

"It's three years old, and you couldn't be powerful enough to kill a unicorn at that age." He said, in a tone that made Harry look dumb.

"Then why so serious?" Harry asked.

"Unicorn blood can cure, but it can change you if you ever make a unicorn angry, lonely, or horny." He rounded on him. Then the continued.

"What. The. Fuck?" Harry said.

"Once every fifty years, female unicorns can turn into female humans for a year. Once every thousand years, the best unicorn male in an area turns into a human for a year. When a unicorn senses pure, untainted unicorn blood in a human, they can turn them into a unicorn, even if the blood is put in artificially. The first female unicorn in heat that see you, will pin you, and change you. I will tell you how to make the counter potion; it can only be made when transformed." He started to write down a list, and instructions.

"Thanks, but how do people know how to make it?" Harry asked.

"This problem has been around for about ten thousand years." He replied. Harry nodded, and had a sarcastic 'great' look plastered on his face. Harry asked another question sarcastically.

"So, am I to also guess that I this year is the year the female unicorns turn?"

"I will hand you a book on it. I know it, but I have my job to do." The man continued

"You have a mixture in your magical core, and your body that I have only witnessed once, within the body of Nickolas Flamel, you had to have at least HELD the stone." He said accusingly, putting the cane on Harry's chest.

"I did, but I can't talk about it. All I can say was that I stopped a man from using it." Harry said, looking at the cane. Was it a wand like Hagrid's umbrella?

"He is alive, if you're wondering." He said in a harsh sarcastic tone, and then continued. "But is making another stone. He doesn't have much time, where is the old stone? It's not destroyed, only Nickolas could destroy it, and he would not destroy his life's work just to risk dying and make another one." He continued, the tip of the cane glowing.

"Dumbledore said he destroyed it, that him and Nickolas agreed to it." Harry said, feeling a slightly cold feeling on his head, like as though he had a slight brain freeze.

He sat down, and sighed, taking the cane off of harry. "Sorry about that." He said, than looked away, then back at him, pointing the cane at Harry again.

"Now that that is done and over with, it's time for the real cool stuff." He said with a grin, than did the killing curse on Harry's legs again, then sat back down, and started tossing a wall ball against the curtains, pausing whenever he caught the ball.

"I have also found in your core what I normally only ever find in murder victims, or curse test dummies, also known as Prisoners of War." Harry gave him a disrespecting look.

"The killing curse….Huge amounts from Lord Voldamort…almost as high amounts an unidentified wizard…and now very small amounts from myself….What have you been getting yourself into?"

""I can't explain this one, this is the first I heard about getting hit by the killing curse after voldamort."

"Mine and Voldamort's killing curse can be explained…but not the third. So an attempted murder might be out and about trying to kill you. Can't be Black, he was in prison when this must have happened." He looked at Harry, and Harry felt cold again.

"What are you doing? I feel cold each time you ask a serious question." Harry both asked and stated.

"I am reading your mind to see if your lying…now what was that about black being innocent?" He asked, looking Harry in the eyes.

"If you do that again, I WILL make sure you get fired, than I will sue you for invasion of pricy."

"Can't I can read your mind any time I want." He said catching his wall ball, and pocketing it.

"Oh? And why is that?" Harry asked, getting feeling back into his legs…a few more minutes, and he can get up and out.

"You sign a forum before entering the medical section here?" He asked, treating him like a child.

"Nope." Harry said, looking at him like he was a moron, and an asshole.

"OOOO fuck. They always miss the rushed ones." He said, tossing his cane on the table, then sitting down.

"Ok. Now, continue with your report, what else have you found?" Harry asked, wanting to get this over with so he can get away from this asshole.

"I have found something I have seen before, but in possessed victims only. But you're not possessed… a recorded medical magical first. It's a Soul Shard…no, not just one, but two soul shards, from the same person. You absorbed one when you defeated Voldamort and the other when you received the basilisk venom." The man said, enjoying the look of shock on Harry's face. He did not have to read his mind to know he was thinking about every little decision he ever made.

"You aren't possessed, but can be influenced. An old ruin spell is holding back the soul, nearly out of juice too." He said.

"How did I get the other soul shard?" Harry asked, worried.

"I don't know." The man lied, then continued talking.

"Now, back to the matter at hand, this means that you have been around very dark people and objects, and quite frankly you are not safe at Hogwarts with the status quo. And we need to remove the extra soul shards, it is feeding off you now that the ruin is so weak, and will escape sooner or later."

"No…don't." Harry said quickly. "I think it's what is prevented me from dying from the killing curse." Harry said, making something up, that was possible, but slightly unlikely. He needed to talk to Dumbledore. This was important.

"Look Moron. That is impossible; the shard is hostile, so it would not save you. You've been compromised spiritually! I know that the soul is not controlling you, but it can influence you, and it give you a connection to whoever the soul shard belongs too. If they are dead, they can fight you for dominance whenever they want, if they really wanted too. It is simply stupid to keep it." He said, without any room for argument.

Well, you know what people never say, but do anyway.

When there is no room for argument, blow down the fucking walls, and make room.

"My soul, my responsibility. Treat me, but forget about fixing the soul shard." Harry insisted.

"No. I have to talk to Dumbledore about this first. All for I know, it could be from my mother. She did sacrifice herself to defend me. You fixing it could kill her soul…the last of it." Harry said.

"You cannot trust Dumbledore; he had to have known about this soul shard, I taught him and Madam Pomfray in a two week training seminar. one was inserted at one year old, the other a long time later, after your mothers and fathers death. You know whose soul it is? And don't say your mother, because the soul is male." He asked in a slightly angered, raise voice.

"Then who do you think it is?" Harry asked, making him continue, allowing Harry to think of a good argument.

"Voldamort, or your dad based off the male part, but your father was a light wizard, this is a dark soul. So I would take a guess and say its Voldamort."

"I have to talk to Dumbledore, he had to have a damn good reason for keeping Voldamort of people in my head."

"It's the ruin spell; it would keep anyone spiritually connected to Voldamort from touching you in a hurtful way, and block some spells from people connected to him. At least that is my guess. I am going to redirect your magic in your core to repower the ruin…you might have magic problems for a while, on top of the potions that will suppress your magic slightly, while curing you."

"My wand was snapped." Harry said quietly. The Doctor gave him a sad look, wrote down a few things, and vanished the trash from his meal.

The Doctor just shook his head and left, leaving the curtains open, and bottles for him to drink.

He drank them, and another male doctor came in, handed him a book on unicorns, and started to talk to him about Dumbledore, and the lack of records. After a while, everything seemed wrong.

"This is not what Mr. Dumbledore has reported…." The doctor muttered, leaning over the charts.

"Huh?" Harry asked, now curious about what was going on.

"Don't worry Mr. Potter; this is nothing of great importance for now. You can go; you should be healed in a few minutes…" He looked at a goblin that just kicked another one for something. They have been getting more irritated since the mistake with Harry. Harry saw it also, and

"So long as the goblins do not hurt you any further." The doctor shook Harry's hand, and looked once again at the charts. They cured him of many poisons, but could do nothing about the most powerful magic's. The killing curse, the Soul shard, the Basilisk Venom, the Elixir of Life, the Unicorn Blood, and the Phoenix Tears were permanent.

Harry got up, and walked out of the medical wing, and another human, escorted by a goblin, took harry to a room. Harry was quickly losing patience. Far too much bull shit has happened so far today.

"I thought we were going to my Vaults?"

"Mr. Potter, sir, If we were to do that, it would take days…so I thought you would much prefer to have the list of your vaults and their contents read to you. Normally we would give you the list for you to read, but all of our records are in the goblin language…."

Harry calmed down a little; they just saved him a lot of time, even though they could have just TOLD him about that little detail earlier. They brought him to a goblin in front of a desk, and left him with said goblin.

"How much money do I have?"

The goblin moved to the bottom of the parchment, and spoke.

"17 million, thirty seven thousand, fifty two Galleons, fifteen sickles, and one knut." 17,899,037,52 Galleons, 15 sickles, and 1 knut. Not as rich as a high class family, you are about middle class in terms of wealth."

"That seems like a lot, is magical currency inflated?" Harry asked.

"No. Magical currency has not inflated since the 1820's." The goblin laughed.

"What does that equal to…let's say the Pound, or the American dollar?"

Authors note

This is consistent with the "textbooks" Rowling wrote for charity (Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and Quidditch Through the Ages), which states that US$250 million is equivalent to 34 million Galleons, which means that 1 Galleon ≈ US$7.35. US$7.35 was the same as about GB£5 at the time of publishing.

With this information, we can calculate the value of wizarding currency in Muggle money. The amounts below are approximate, and were accurate as of December 5th, 2010.

Source: Harry Potter wiki

Table: Estimation of Wizarding Currency into Muggle Money

1 Galleon 1 Sickle 1 Knut

Pound sterling GBP £5 £0.29 £0.01

U.S. dollar USD $7.35 $0.46 $0.02

In the year 1994, according to this website:

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The actual, normal price of gold was about $380 U.S Dollars USD.

Historically converted in 1994 would be 253.81 Pound sterling GBP, according to this website:

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You may have to enter the required info on the top part like I did.

If so, make sure you put in 380 USD, have in the first section USD United States, and the next GBP Great-Britain. At the bottom I picked a random date, and the year 1994.

The random date in this case was May 15. Then hit the Go! Button next to the date section. The money conversion should show up on the bottom, also showing money for other currencies.

End Authors Note

"Pound €…let's see…€5 per Galleon, €0.29 per Sickle, and €0.01 per knut."

"And the doller?"

"U.S. dollar $…Ok…Ahh. $7.35 per galleon, $0.46 per Sickle, and $0.02 per knut."

"I am leaving, and taking my money. Gringotts is ripping themselves off, and myself."

"Wait NO! Please, explain to me how this is so!"

"My uncle Vernon, while an evil man, taught both me and my cousin about gold converting. Should we ever find any jewelry. The Galleon is made out of gold, correct?"

"Yes…And what about it…?" Now the bugger was honestly concerned that Gringotts might have been doing bad business…

"How heavy is the Galleon?"

"One ounce." He said automatically.

"Well, one ounce of gold equals 253.81 Pound sterling GBP. That is a 248.81 loss in Pound Sterling potential, and the same one ounce coin is 380 U.S. dollar USD, that is a 372.65 loss in U.S Dollars. Ironically, the conversion of American dollars to Pounds Sterling is a nine pence gain."

"Mr. Potter… "

"Oh….I have not even gotten to sliver, or bronze yet..."

"What? No, I think I heard enough for now. The bank needs updating it would seem. Has the muggle world inflated so much?"

"Yes, yes it has." Harry said.

"That would mean we are being robbed! Of so much money…."

"I expect all my money to be in a single account, in my name, no one, no one but me is allowed to get into it, not Dumbledore, not the minister of magic, just me." Harry said, thinking that he found an advantage on goblin turf.

"That will be very hard to do my lord." The goblin said nervously. Never before has any human so completely humiliated Gringotts before, by implying, if he was correct, that they were doing BAD BUISSNESS the whole time.

"Better this then for me to demand all my money taken out, and have me buy myself a custom vault that is so tight it would put this place to shame concerning defenses." The goblin was now sweating. They wronged this child by beating him, and now he could make sure that this entire bank is flushed down the toilet. Yes there are other Gringotts banks, but this was a key stone bank.

If they lost the Potter accounts, the Gringotts will be a few bad business months from being on the road to a depression. The reputation of having the Potter accounts alone was enough to convince quite a lot of people to enter the bank. They might leave when word goes around, especially if word got out about the money system being broken.

Then the goblin economy would tank, from people blaming the bank. Then a goblin/human war would erupt, because humans will take everything goblin to compensate for the losses, making the third world wizard war over resources.

And all because a bunch of goblins could not do what they are famous for, managing valuables, and high price clients.

But this boy has a point. The updating the change rate for transaction from gold to cash would make Gringotts filthy stinking rich if he was right…that alone made this boy an honorary figure for goblins if he was right.

But that would mean they would have to change the money system, and that would be hard to do. "Lord Potter, we will do as you request. Now, do you need some of your money?"

"I am not going to lug around that much gold, do you have a debt card that I could get from here?" The rotten bustard known as his uncle did one good thing for harry, and that was to know his money.

This was so that he could work for Dudley at his business when Dudley took his place, assuming that he successfully beat the magic out of him, Vernon wanted Harry to be Dudley's accountant, to be Dudley's work dog, to further torment him, and to make sure that Dudley had at least one worker that would not betray him. He thought Harry was never going to grow a back bone, but he did, a long time ago, but Vernon was just able to beat that backbone into submission when it came to him. So he thought that if Dudley was just like himself, then Harry would follow Dudley without question also. Oh how pitiful the minds of the raciest are.

Harry glared at the goblin when it looked confused. "Sir, what is a 'debt card'?"

"I don't believe this; MUGGLES are better bankers then this!" The goblin flinched, then had to bite back a retort, and stop himself from attacking Harry. Harry continued, "You have to have cards! ALL the stores I have been to have card swipes!" The goblin thought that the boy was using the wrong words now.

"A Credit Card?" The Goblin said confidently. Harry rolled his eyes, making the grin on the goblins face fall off quickly. Harry then spoke up.

"Kind of, but a debt card is a short cut for checking. Wait, you know about checks right?" The goblin nodded, not trusting himself to speck. "It allows me to spend my money without the hassle of worrying about late fees." The goblin relaxed. Well, it was just a vocabulary problem.

"Ahh. I understand. We do have that, but it's called a different name, it is called the check-card. Thanks to goblin magic, the payments you make are automatically recorded in a booklet for you."

"Whatever, learn some muggle vocabulary, it will help with muggle customers." The goblin bit hit tounge again. The Boy Who Lived was making a fool of him, and a goblin NEVER liked becoming a fool.

"I want one, so get the paperwork, and let me get out of here." Harry said, a little angry.

"Right away." The little goblin ran, and left to get the paperwork ready as quickly as possible. Harry tried to calm down, if he could.

Money wise, the wizard community was masturbating in the bathroom while the extremely hot girl next door was just begging for it, very vocally. The muggle world and its banking and money workings were the hot girl next door, and the wizard community was really missing out on a REAL good time, not some half assed attempt to please themselves. But that girl next door it a lying, cheating bimbo that would sell you out quick. So it was good to have protection, not fall asleep, and check for 'transmitted' diseases before and after.

Harry walked out thirty minutes later, with a card, a large money pouch holding Gallons, Sickles, and Kunts, a box, and three little booklets.

In order to keep track of the money spent, he kept track of spending in booklet, and he would keep all receipts in a box with three locks, one magical, one Muggle, one Magical, but required a Muggle key to apply magic to it, and a trick box lock. The trick was that you moved one part of the box that looked like it belonged where is was, and it unlocked the box for you. Kind of like removing the safety bar from your sliding glass door.

Anyway, that would trick any Wizard or Witch, as they would think that he kept it locked also by magical means if would not open after the first three obvious locks were broken into.

He decided to go on a shopping spree. Harry went into the book store, and bought all of the required reading for each year of Hogwarts, (Except for the books from the fool that looked like he belonged in a medieval themed tooth paste commercial) and the recommended reading, and put aside the old

He decided to go too Ollivander to get some info. He wanted to know if he could get another wand, as his just broke... Also, the since his original wand is moldyshorts twin, he would like to get a new one, as a backup if Ollivander could fix it.

When he reached the store, he was greeted by the kind old man. "Harry potter. Good to see you. What can I do for you? Is your wand broken?" He asked.

"Great to see you too, Yes, you can help me, my wand is broken."

"Let me see…Oh my word! Goblin snapped…"

Harry decided to NOT ask how the hell he knew that.

"Can you fix it?"

"Yes, but it would take about eight months." Ollivander said.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"If I do it quickly, like mend it with a wand, it will weaken the magical properties of the wood, making the wand weaker. The best way is to do it slowly, making the wand come back to its normal strength." Harry nodded, and looked around.

"I would like to get a replacement wand, and would like to know of alternatives to using a wand."

"Sorry, no. I cannot help you. There are three ways to get a new wand. Your first wand is broken, making you think it was lost forever, thus making it so that you can get a new one. You fight someone and claim their wand, or you make your own. A fourth way is to just use any old wand, but they are weak and tend to back fire on you on a regular basis."

Harry nodded, understanding. 'Well, I am fucked.'

"As for alternative magic, I would recommend a Staff. But All Wizards that wish to become Mage's must make their own Staff from raw materials. You can learn how to use magic itself, without a conduit, but I do not think it is suited to you. Your aura is not that of a wandless magic user. You could use ruins, but they take far too long. Stones are draining and can only do one spell for each stone, and require a wand or staff to make them."

"Can you give me a book on Wands and Staffs then? Maybe one on the stones, a backup for the backup might be neat. I would like to make my own."

"Certainly. Just give me a moment." The kind old man went and got him two old books.

"These books are very old, I only have a few copies. I sell them to whoever wishes to take up this dying art."

"Dying?"

"Wand making can be done much faster now a days, factory made. It's not popular yet, but they are cheaper. They all look alike, just different colored plastic over a little bit of wood a core. No art to it anymore. Blah! The best wands are made by hand. In about ten years, I might go out of business."

The kind old man started to look really old.

"They never will match the quality or power of handmade wands, let alone my wands." Ollivander looked at Harry, and spoke up again.

"I did say sell. My price is the first mastered wand you make. If you take this book, you must give me the first perfected wand you make, or less you lose your magic."

"What if you pass on?" Harry looked very worried.

"Don't worry, I still got at least fifty more years in me. Just make a good wand." He handed harry the book.

Harry took it, and felt magic build up inside of the book.

"Last chance to back down harry. Leave and you will be bound to make a wand, and give it to me."

"Its ok if I lose my magic, I know the muggle lifestyle, and I have knowledge of the wizarding world."

Oliver looked at harry sadly. "Do not lose your magic harry. That is the only true piece of advice I can give you. I have seen hundreds of wands broken, and magical cores ripped out of the soul, It never ends well."

Harry nods, and walks out the door, with one thought on his mind.

Time to get wood working tools.

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