A/N: 4/4/19 So I realize that I started this story a few years back and never continued it... oops. So I went back and found my old copies on my laptop and tweaked it a bit and here we are... I really do hope you enjoy! Please keep in mind, this is the first story I have ever published.

I do not own Harry Potter. Slash may be involved in the future. You've been warned.

Chapter 1:

Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Harry Potter, the boy who wouldn't die. Harry Potter, the chosen one. He was all of these things to everyone around him, but they were naive. They didn't know the real Harry Potter at all. They didn't know him. They didn't know who he really was now, thanks to them.

All 7th year, he brooded and stayed to himself. Hermione and Ron believed he just wanted attention, Dumbledore believed that he was just a brooding teenager. All the teachers didn't see a thing really, he spoke to no one, and he just wanted to be left alone.

They all think I don't know, he thought angrily. They steal from me and pretend to be my friends and they really think I wouldn't notice eventually. How could they do this to me? He was currently in the common room in front of the fire with his drawing pad and a pencil, trying to ignore Hermione and Ron on the garishly bright red couch next to him making faces at each other and trying to get him to talk to them.

"Leave me alone!" Harry finally snapped, after 4 weeks of silence, and the whole room went quiet. "Do not speak with me again. Stop bothering me and stop pestering me. You're annoying." And he stormed up the stairs to the boys dorm, shut the curtains to his bed, and put up silencing charms.

During the summer, he had gotten a mysterious owl from Gringotts with what appeared to be a bank statement with a request to sign with his wand to verify he had gotten it. Harry looked at it for a long while wondering if it was some trick from old snake face, Voldemort. He had just made up his mind to not sign when a goblin popped in to his room at privet drive and startled him speechless.

"Mr. Potter, my apologies. We were notified that you had not signed your monthly bank statement. Is there a problem?" The strange looking goblin asked gruffly, looking quite irritated.

Harry looked at him, confused, and found his voice. "I'm sorry but what is this? I've not ever gotten a monthly statement in my life. This must be a mistake."

The goblin looked affronted, "There is no mistake! You have been sent monthly statements from the time you were fourteen years old. They've always been sent back with your magical signature."

"I've never signed anything like this in my life!" Angry and confused, Harry began to pace in the small room. "You must be mistaken."

"Mr. Potter, are you telling me that you've not signed any of these slips sent to you and have not authorized any money transfers?" The goblin started to snarl in anger.

"Money transfers? I only go to gringotts once every year for money to buy my school supplies. I've never authorized anything. I've never seen anything like this before."

"Mr. Potter you need to come with me. If you indeed have not signed any of these, then something is terribly wrong."

Harry nodded his head, "But how? The wards…"

The goblin smiled a terrifying grin and held out his bony wrinkled hand, "I am a goblin Mr. Potter. Not even these wards can keep me out."

Harry looked doubtful at the goblins hand and asked "But I am a wizard, and I have to stay here to keep the wards strong."

The goblin looked confused but reassured him "It's perfectly safe, Mr. Potter. Now please come with me to meet with your account manager."

Harry took his hand and within a few seconds they were standing in a bright, golden room, with a desk and a regal looking chair behind it.

With a snap of his fingers the goblin conjured a less regal, but comfy looking chair and said, "Take a seat Mr. Potter and someone will be with you shortly." And he left.

Harry was left alone in the small office, and he took a seat in one of the chairs. Monthly statements? Money transfer? What in Merlin's name is going on?

The door creaked open and an older goblin walked in. "Ah, Mr. Potter, my name is Griphook. Good to see you again."

"Hello Griphook, working your way up the ranks?" Harry smiled.

Griphook looked surprised. "Yes thank you for remembering. Now about your account, it looks like you have authorized 100 thousand Galleons transferred into Dumbledore's account, and it also looks like he has taken out 1,000 Galleons at the beginning of every school year to be given to you. Also, 200 Galleons have been transferred into the Weasley accounts monthly since you started school. This does not include the items that have been removed from the other vaults. Rings, tiara, many different cloaks, an invisibility cloak, and a variety of other things." Griphook stated.

Harry couldn't say anything. His mind spun with questions, confusion, and anger.

"Mr. Potter, are you okay?" Griphook asked, looking slightly concerned.

"No, Griphook. I'm not okay. I never authorized any of this, ever. I've never gotten any money from Dumbledore, I have always came here before school shopping and gotten money for school supplies." Harry said weakly. "Why would they do this?"

"Why indeed Mr. Potter. I don't know. But it appears they have stolen from you. What do you wish to do?"

Harry thought for a moment, then it all made sense. Making friends with Ron on the train, Hermione suddenly showing up and meeting him. Them becoming friends. The invisibility cloak at Christmas. Everything. It was all fake. Their friendship was bought, the cloak was stolen from him then given back as a show of power.

"Griphook. I want to make sure they pay." Harry snarled in anger and betrayal.

"Consider it done. We will be in touch." Griphook smiled a fierce smile, and Harry's world went black.