I don't own Harry Potter, I would have better things to do if I did, like chill on my private yacht and eat caviar.
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Sharp emerald green eyes looked on in envy as the 'birthday boy' opened his gifts. From his perch on the staircase, Harry could see the entire ballroom, filled with politicians and close friends alike, all of them here for the famous Adam Potter's sixth birthday. Everyone was so occupied by the event that they didn't realize that it was his tenth birthday also.
Eventually, he decided that it wasn't worth it. No one seemed to care anyways, he would just leave, perhaps that was just the best thin for everyone. Without further ado, Harry James Potter walked up the stairs, there were a bunch of things he needed to get.
He visited his room first. Looking around, he found the object he needed. To most people it would look like a rather average, if sturdy, backpack. What they didn't know was that the thing had been expanded, the inside resembling a black void that would eat up any item dropped into it, only allowing the owner to draw items out by willing them to come to them.
It had been the last birthday present he had ever received, back before his brother had become the 'boy-who-lived'. Then, they had been a true family, cherishing each other like the others were the most precious being in existence. That time had long passed though, he had slowly been forgotten in favor of his brother's fame.
He couldn't blame the little tyke though, the kid probably didn't even know he had a brother. Adam had been far too young to have any recollection of him before the elder Potters started ignoring him. Harry quickly shook his head to clear his mind, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from flowing. It still hurt, the cold ache that crept up on his heart every time he thought about his family.
Taking the black dragonhide backpack, he ran into the library and scanned the books present. He wasn't going to be taking everything, just some basics, along with rare tomes he wouldn't be able to get anywhere else after leaving.
He started by taking all of his parent's school books, it would be a good place to start with magic, the notes in the margins would certainly be of great help. Aside from those, he just grabbed a couple of tomes on advanced charms, two on theory and one compendium of spells, two large books on spell creation and advanced arithmancy, one on both defensive and offensive spells along with a book on advanced transfiguration.
They wouldn't be of much use until he was at about N.E.W.T level but they would be invaluable at that point. The emerald-eyed boy almost drooled at all the magic he could learn. The sound of clapping and cheering snapped him out of his daze. Harry's eyes widened immediately. Clapping usually meant that the cake had just been cut, meaning that he didn't have much time left.
Making haste, the young boy slung his backpack over his shoulder as he searched for the last item he needed. After a full ten minutes of searching did he finally find what he was looking for. In his hands, he held a wand, more specifically, his grandfather's wand.
The magical instrument didn't look brand new but it was well maintained. He had come for this wand specifically because he already knew he was somewhat compatible with it. The ebony focus wasn't a perfect fit but it worked well enough when he tried casting the levitation charm a month before. It had almost felt like the wand knew he would be in need of it, allowing him to use it until he had his own.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, the ten-year-old ran to the nearest fireplace and disappeared in a flash of green flames.
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Diagon Alley
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With the speed of a bullet, Harry was launched from the fireplace at the leaky cauldron pub. A famous bar, mainly known for its delicious pub food and being the physical entrance to England's largest magical shopping street.
The emerald-eyed boy just calmly got up and dusted himself off before sitting down in a booth close to Diagon Alley's entrance. It did seem like lady luck was rooting for him this one time as it didn't take long before someone entered the courtyard behind the grungy looking bar. Trying not to look too conspicuous, Harry walked in behind the old woman, hoping she wouldn't take note of him.
When the old lady tapped a series of bricks on the wall, which Harry quickly committed to memory, the wall started opening up in front of his eyes. The street still looked as magnificent as it did the first time he'd come there. Every single shop demanded his attention but now wasn't the time. He needed to get to the bank and he needed to be there ten minutes ago.
Going as fast as his little legs could take him without running, he made it to the imposing front of Gringotts bank. At either side of the doors stood two goblins, both decked out in silver colored armor covered in runes with halberds in hand. Without stopping, the boy nodded to both warriors as he waltzed passed them.
Both guards looked surprised for a moment before they schooled their faces into unreadable masks again. Harry knew why of course. Not many wizards showed respect to the goblin race, even less did it without expecting anything in return. The only reason Harry did was due to his grandfather's journal.
He was only about a quarter of the way through, but it advised being kind to all races and living without prejudice. The black-haired youth had taken those words to heart. The book had also stressed that wasting either time or money was a big no no when dealing with goblins.
Harry shook himself out of his thoughts again, he idly noted that he had been spacing out far too often in recent times. Meanwhile, his emerald pools looked around the marble halls of Gringotts as his shoes made a light tapping sound every time they impacted the immaculate floors.
The boy stopped in front of the first unoccupied teller he found and made a shallow bow before speaking. "I would like to see the Potter account manager before taking a blood test." The little creature sitting behind the desk simply looked down at him before grunting and pressing a button on the side of his desk.
"Ironclaw will take you to Skullcrusher in a moment Mr. Potter."
Indeed, just a moment later, another goblin took him off the teller's hands and lead him through the opulent passageways leading to the account managers. Only the richest families had their own goblin to oversee the accounts, the Potters being one such clan.
The walk was silent, as neither he nor Ironclaw had any desire to exchange pleasantries. It was only a couple of minutes later that they arrived at a set of large mahogany doors with a brass plate on it. Ironclaw didn't even knock before throwing the doors open.
Both goblins made some noises Harry assumed were words in Gobbledygook before his guide left the room, closing the doors behind him. Skullcrusher didn't waste any time, he just waved at one of the seats, obviously asking the boy to sit down. Harry was quick to obey the silent order.
"Why have you come here mister Potter" the small creature questioned in an irritable voice.
Looking straight into the beady eyes of the creature sitting in front of him, Harry responded. "I have come to see my trust vault and any information pertaining to it. I also wish for a blood test to be preformed so I can see if I am eligible for any other vaults."
Skullcrusher just looked at him for a moment before giving a small nod. The grey-skinned goblin started rummaging through his desk drawers before pulling out a single folder. "This is the ledger for your trust vault. The main Potter vault has been depositing a set sum into it every month since your birth, all of it is yours, although you can't withdraw more than 1000 galleons at once. Read the ledger while I get the equipment for the blood test, payment for the test will be taken directly from your vault."
Harry just nodded absentmindedly while opening the folder.
Vault #687: Potter trust vault
Balance: 6500 G, 1700 S, 1740 K
Vault owner: Harry James Potter
Maximum withdrawal: 1000 G
Security measures:
The list went on and on listing various facts about his trust but he didn't have the chance to continue reading since Skullcrusher had just returned with an ancient looking dagger and a piece of parchment covered in runic symbols. The goblin set both down in front of him before moving back behind his desk.
Without further ado, the goblin's grey hand with long digits motioned for him to give his hand. Harry did so immediately, there was no reason to question the account manager, after all, he knew the procedure from what his grandfather described in his journal. The thing had been filled with everything the Potter head of house would ever need to know, including various customs and rituals that were often used.
Skullcrusher moved without hesitation, slashing Harry's palm with the ritualistic dagger before tapping the boy's wound with a finger once he'd collected enough blood for the test. The green-eyed boy flinched a little when he was cut but managed to hide it fairly well, that seemed to gain him some respect from the goblin sitting opposite him.
Harry shook his head once more, he was spacing out again. His emerald pools quickly looked at the parchment on the table. It was slowly but surely absorbing every last drop of the blood that had been dropped onto it, making the runes glow with a dull red light. After a few moments the glowing symbols started fading from the page as writing formed on the now white page.
The Potter account manager read it over quickly before grunting and handing it over to the ten-year-old sitting in his office.
Harry James Potter
Heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble house of Potter
Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble house of Peverell
The only indication of surprise Harry gave was the slight widening of his eyes. This was the exact reason he'd had the test done, if he was the heir to another house then he'd have no need for the Potters, he could completely leave that chapter of his life behind.
"Could I get a full audit on the Peverell vaults and properties please?" The goblin behind the desk grumbled a little before walking out of the office once more. Meanwhile, the green-eyed boy wracked his mind on where he had heard of the Peverell family before. He was so sure that he'd read about it somewhere but he couldn't remember it for the life of him.
He filed that away for the time being as the ancient account manager rejoined him, once more taking a seat behind the opulent black desk in the middle of it. Skullcrusher simply handed the ledger over before getting back to his paperwork.
Eager emerald eyes scanned the audit's pages, taking in every detail it contained. According to the documents, the Peverell family wasn't very wealthy, or at least if it had been, it wasn't so now. The vaults contained little more than his own trust vault and most of the properties were gone, either sold off or dilapidated beyond repair.
There was almost nothing left, but Harry was nothing if not resourceful. Thinking quickly, he formed a plan, it wouldn't be perfect, but it should do well enough.
"Excuse me, Skullcrusher, would the goblins of Gringotts be able to procure a couple of things for me? For a fee of course." The raven-haired boy asked with a small smirk on his lips. The goblin looked up for a moment and snarled when he asked until he mentioned the fee. Really, goblins would do almost anything for you, provided you could pay for their services.
"We could, of course procure these items for you. We shall discuss payment when you have made your request."
"Of course, of course. I need a few things really, first is a house elf. I would like you to purchase one for me, I need a certain building repaired and warded and I would like to transfer the entire contents of my trust vault to the Peverell family vault." He said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"The first and second won't be too difficult, however, the third is impossible, you can only withdraw 1000 galleons from your trust at once." The goblin said with narrowed eyes. If there was one thing the goblins couldn't be bribed into doing however, it was breaking their own rules.
"Ah, but we aren't withdrawing anything, simply transferring it from one vault to another, one that has no restrictions." Harry replied with a smirk most people would describe as feral.
Skullcrusher looked momentarily stunned before he shot into action. The small creature looked around his desk for a little while before pulling out a huge tome. The goblin started flipping through the pages at rapid speeds while muttering in Gobbledygook. After a couple of minutes of this, Skullcrusher looked up with a savage grin that showed a multitude of sharp teeth.
"You are of course correct, mister Potter. We shall get started on it immediately. Now, I'll just need an address for the building along with specifics for the wards we will be placing over the property. But I can tell you now that you will be paying us a small sum of 5200 Galleons for all of your requests."
Harry winced at the price but he knew it as necessary. He had nowhere to live, nor did he have any means of making money for the next few years. It would have to do.
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Peverell vault, Gringotts
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It had been a couple of hours since Harry had hammered out the details with his new account manager and he was quite satisfied. The large cottage would be restored to modern standards by the end of the day and warded the next while his house elf would arrive after he finished up inside of the vault. Despite the incredible cost, it had been a necessary expense.
He was forcefully snapped out of his thoughts as the cart he was currently in stopped suddenly. The goblin driving it looked, dare he say it, sad that he hadn't reacted aversely to the trip. Disregarding the random thought, Harry walked towards the ancient vault and observed the enormous double doors.
The things looked like they were made of stainless steel, not even a speck of rust in sight, even after a thousand years of disuse. At the center of the great doors was a small symbol, seemingly connecting both parts of the entrance. It was a black triangle with a circle inside of it, both bisected by a line. An odd symbol for sure, but he knew that he'd seen it before, he just couldn't think of where.
Not letting it bother him too much, he followed the instruction Skullcrusher had given him and placed his hand on the symbol. The second he did, his hand was locked in place while a needle pricked it for a blood sample. Harry waited for a couple of seconds, but nothing seemed to happen.
Until it did, and he wasn't disappointed. The entire door started glowing in a kaleidoscope of different colors before they swung open with a bang. With a bit of apprehension, Harry walked forward, entering the large cavernous chamber.
Inside, the first thing that caught his attention was the stacks of golden, silver and bronze coins in one corner of the vault. The other end of the room was filled with bookcases, crammed full with dozens of ancient tomes whose contents he likely wouldn't understand for a long while. Despite this, he felt the urge to check them out, but he was able to stop himself, at least until he finished looking around.
There was some jewelry to his left, he wasn't an expert but it looked pretty and that was good enough for him. Considering the kind of family the Peverells, and later, the Potters were, even a single one of those pieces would be worth a small fortune. He contemplated selling them for a moment before he banished the foolish notion. He would keep them, before gifting them to his loved ones.
The only place he hadn't looked yet was the far end of the room. There were no torches in that area like the rest of the vault, so he grabbed his grandfather's ebony and phoenix feather wand and cast the second charm he'd ever learned. "Lumos."
A soft white light lit up the darkened end of the room, revealing… A shrine?
Harry lightly scratched the back of his head. Why was there a shrine at the back of his vault, it made no sense. He walked a little closer so he would be able to see the grey stone a little better. The entire area suddenly lit up with an ethereal silver light as he stepped into a runic circle he hadn't noticed.
The last thing he saw before everything went black was the words on the shrine.
Quia unus fidelis
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Harry's cottage: Four years later
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Harry sat in a cosy living room, his face scrunched up in concentration and his emerald-green eyes hidden behind his eyelids. Without warning, the boy's body began morphing. Just half a minute later, a raven sat on the couch where Harry Ignotus Peverell had sat just a moment ago.
(A/N) I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. This story is going to be my own take on the whole WBWL where Harry runs away. I'll try to make sure that Harry doesn't become super overpowered all of a sudden. He's going to be progressing at a fairly reasonable rate, so he won't be dueling Dumbledore or Voldemort to a standstill for some time yet.
I would enjoy it if you guys left some feedback for the story, mainly on how to improve it, I would really like to get better at writing and this is my first real attempt. I've written a couple of different ideas down and posted them, only to quit the story a couple days later because I wasn't feeling like writing that story anymore. So, I'll try to keep this one going until the end.
Anyways, rant over.
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