Harry Potter was a very curious child questioning anything and everything, there was nothing that he enjoyed more than gaining knowledge never satisfied always having an insatiable desire to devour any subject he could get his hands on, practising everything he learned to perfection always careful to never show his knowledge to the Dursleys knowing that if they ever found out it would just be another beating.

It's no surprise that when he got his Hogwarts letter it lit a fire in him determined to learn everything this new world had to offer, in his first week alone after being introduced to the wizarding world he had already memorised all of the first year subjects never having left Diagon Alley having been given a room at the Leaky Cauldron by Tom until it was time to start Hogwarts.

He can still remember when Hagrid delivered his letter the cake the giant had given him was squashed but that didn't matter to him it was his first ever birthday cake when Hagrid told him about his parents he was ecstatic always knowing that the Dursleys had lied when they said his parents were killed in a car crash he was sure if they could they would have somehow blamed him for it.

When Harry did eventually go to Hogwarts it was the best experience of his life seeing the magnificent castle for the first time his breath caught in his throat he could practically feel the powerful thrum of magic when he first entered Hogwarts the sorting hat was his favourite part of the whole experience just thinking of the knowledge it had gained since its creation had him drooling, of course, his Hogwarts experience wasn't all good Draco Malfoy was the first thing that came to mind knowing just from his face and posture what kind of person he was for Harry who had always been bullied he was one of the things that he hated the most.

With all the knowledge that Harry had gained in his short time in the magical world, it was no surprise when he realised he was starting to forget thing simple subjects he had researched extensively, so he started writing everything he learned on a daily basis no detail left excluded hoping to figure out if his memory was degrading and if he could fix it, when looking through his logs he started to see patterns to when he would lose small chunks of his memory, three people were always close by either before or after Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and Albus Dumbledore.

Researching his memory problems in secret he slowly started to relearn some of the things he had forgotten, he was Lord Potter-Black, the doubts about his parent's murder, his illegally imprisoned godfather, is illegal placement at the Dursleys everything slowly starting to come bakc.

The one thing he knew was he had to get out of Hogwarts, easier said than done he could barely sneak out of his dorm to research his memory problems with was another thing that bothered him for someone who was always looking for knowledge and trying to expand it why was he in Gryffindor house of the Brave and Stupid, or at least there what he thought it was so he decided that on his next Hogsmeade visit he would escape to Gringotts having read that goblins the goblins could help him, for the right price naturally, but they were his best (and only) shot to find the truth.