Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series belongs to J. K. Rowling.

A/N: Yo! I've been waiting to publish this story for a while. I read a fic about Harry going to a heavy duty school with other magical creatures some time ago and I guess I got inspired. Please please please review, and if I spelled something wrong or I got my facts wrong please tell me. (In a nice way.) Anyway here's to hoping you'll like it!

Harry thought long and hard about his next decision. While it was true Ron and Hermione could be of use on his horcrux hunting mission, the opposite was just as likely, if not more. Also, loathe as he was to admit it Ron and Hermione wouldn't understand if someone ended up as collateral damage on the mission because after all they were nothing like him. Harry was cynical, a realist with a sadistic streak a mile wide, Ron and Hermione still saw life through the rosy spectacles of childhood. It was wartime and Harry had grown up, leaving behind his first real friends in the wizarding world. Unfortunately Ron and Hermione weren't the only ones with rosy spectacles. Most of the wizarding world expected him to be their maudlin, bleeding heart savior. They must be delusional. The only people who could see Harry for who he truly was were the twins and Remus. Once upon a time Sirius had also been on that list, but now he was dead, and with his death had come one shocking development after another. Harry had been called in for Sirius's will reading and one of the goblins had asked him about his plans as the Head of the Ancient House of Potter. When he admitted that he had no clue he was the head of the house the goblins had dragged him into a meeting with Ragnok to correct someone's oversight.

Which brings him to where he was now in an office with the equivalent of a goblin king asking him about his top-secret business with Dumbledore. "Do you intend to bring Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger with you on your hunt for Tom Riddle's soul shards?"

"Excuse me but how do you know about the horcruxes?" Ragnok sighed impatiently.

"Just answer the question Lord Potter."

"No." The goblin grinned at him.

"Excellent, as to your question goblins have a way to sense wrong magic. Soul shards are against the laws of nature, and drive the person who created them to insanity. There is currently a horcrux in the bank placed inside one Bellatrix Lestrange's vault. That one is being destroyed as we speak. The rest are up to you to find and destroy. As this is the case the goblin nation will stand by you and offer our help in this endeavor. We could not reveal this to your allies as this is sensitive information." Harry nodded, the goblins didn't offer their aid often, or at all really. This would be the first case of a goblin helping a human in centuries, since the last goblin war.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Soul shards are abominations, we will do anything to eradicate the lot of them. Also you are not like other wizards, one day you will be a very powerful ally. When that time comes we will ask for a favor." Harry nodded that was a fair trade. "Now, regarding your lordship I am frankly astonished this hasn't come up yet. Your parents' had a joint will, but Headmaster Dumbledore sealed it. Reading it now it seems your parents anticipated this move. You are of course the sole benfactor, they've asked that you read the letters left for you in the family vault and the family grimoire. I'll have a goblin bring you down to the main vault now."

"I've been in the vault. There are no letters, only gold."

"No, you've been in your trust vault. I'm unsurprised Dumbledore has kept you in the dark about your actual monetary situation. He usurped the position of magical guardian and gave you to Mrs. Potter's sister against her express wishes. He has assumed that because Mr. Riddle turned you into a soul container you would have to die to kill Mr. Riddle. Rather incorrectly assumed." Harry sighed, he wasn't really surprised, Dumbledore meddled where he shouldn't and was blind to anything that went against what he believed.

"Very well. Oh hello Griphook, how are you?" He addressed the last of his comment to the goblin who had just entered the room. Griphook looked startled.

"You can differentiate between goblins Lord Potter?" Harry nodded.

"The differences are fairly obvious. Your skin is greener than Ragnok's, you're taller, your ears have a curve and you have a mole on your left cheek. Aside from that you looked familiar." Ragnok stared in speculation.

"Well I suppose you really are different from most wizards. Anyway Griphook can you take Lord Potter down to his main vault?" Griphook nodded and led Harry to an elevator.

"Wait aren't we supposed to go in a cart?" Griphook smiled.

"Oh that's just for show. Depending on how high regard a client is held in we'll treat them better. Your family is in very high regard being from old money and treating goblins with respect. As a matter of fact you are the last direct descendant of Merlin himself. Also the first time someone comes to Gringotts we take the carts." The elevator dinged and Griphook took Harry down to the inner sanctum of the bank. There he showed Harry to a set of iron doors. "Here's your vault, you can take anything or everything. Just make sure you have somewhere to put it all." He pushed open the doors and Harry stood in awe. There were of course galleons, sickles, and knuts galore, but even more impressive were the artifacts the vault was mostly comprised of. It didn't take long to find the letters Ragnok had mentioned. Harry sat down on a chaise and opened the letters. They were from his parents and the other three Marauders. He tore open the joint letter first.

To our dearest Bambi;

Hi son! To tell the truth I don't really know what to write so I'll start with that I hope you aren't reading this. Because if you are it means your mother and I are dead and our plan to off Moldy Voldy failed. To start with there's a prophecy about you and Moldy, if you haven't heard it yet ask Dumbledore. Also once you've awoken them I'm sure Moony has the prophecy memorized. The real Marauders with the exception of myself and your mother are in this room. They'll help you kill off Moldy and get your life on track from however thoroughly Dumbledore derailed it. Make sure to call them Uncle Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail. Well I'll hand you off to your mother. Wherever you go and whatever you do I'm proud of you and I love you. Always. –Dad (Prongs)

Hullo Harry! Oh I wish I could see you, I'm sure you look exactly like your father. You do already, but with my eyes of course. Now first things first, while we did attend Hogwarts we the Marauders didn't attend for all 7 years. We've also modified most people's memories of the 6 years we did attend. That we learned at the Aether, a graduate school of sorts. I'm sure you haven't heard of the Aether, that's because it's situated in another reality. Also mortal humans almost never attend the school. We learned of the school through Sirius. Be aware that most of the magic's taught at Aether aren't legal or are incredibly rare. We hope Aether can give you an edge over Moldyshorts. Sirius will explain about the school. I love you Harry, never forget that. –Mum (Furball)

Oi Prongslet, how are ya? Good? Good. Now then I'll explain the Aether. Aether can teach you how to raise the dead, how to throw a punch and everything in between. Aside from that the school has a 50% mortality rate, or 75% for mortal humans. Not that many mortal human students make it into the Aether. However, if you can make it (and we believe you can) you'll become part of an elite fighting force that takes care of it's own. The reason we're telling you this is that the Aether teaches certain classes that can help you destroy Voldemrot. I recommend Cruor Sorcery, but I'll discuss this with you in depth when you re-animate us. Lots of Love to you Bambi. See ya in a bit. –Padfoot

Hey there Harry! I've been nominated to explain the stasis chambers we're in and Wormtail will explain why you shouldn't hate him. Not that I see why you should hate him, whatever you've been told is probably completely inaccurate. Anyway the chambers were the brainchild of myself and Furball. We watched an episode of Star Trek and started trying to work out the mechanics of a couple of their devices. The stasis chamber basically put us into a deep sleep. Now in the back of the vault is a multicolor trunk with a stag, grim, werewolf, rat, and a raccoon embossed on it. Open it and you'll find a staircase leading down. At the bottom of the staircase you'll find what's left of the Marauders in glass tubes. Hit the big red button to the left of the tubes. I look forward to seeing you again Cub. –Moony

Hullo Bambi! I'm going to explain our failed plan. Dumbledore came to Prongs and Furball with some prophecy about you defeating Voldie fed to him by that fake seer Trelawney. Normally this wouldn't have concerned us, but a spy heard the beginning of the prophecy and reported to his master. Anyway I became a spy in order to feed him your parents' location where we would set up a giant trap to off Voldie. In order to clear Voldie of any suspicions I switched out with my golem, a weak blithering idiot who would do anything for power. Apparently something went wrong and well here we are. Hope that clears things up, I'll see you soon Bambi!

-Wormtail

This was quite a bit of information to process. The people he'd met weren't really his pseudo uncles, they were just pale imitations, and not very good imitations if he understood the information correctly. And what was this about another school his parents and uncles wanted him to go to? A school he only had a 25% chance of surviving, well unless there was something he was missing. Absently he wondered how all 5 Marauders made it through. Some kind of anomaly that gave them an edge over the other students? He also wondered if he had it and that was why his parents were so comfortable suggesting a school with only a 25% survival rate for mortal humans. Which brought him to another point, if the school was not comprised of humans what kinds of sentient magical creatures existed. Vampires and the like were myths weren't they? Lockhart had professed to kill one, but he'd written it off as insanity. Well he would be able to ask Uncle Moony when he exited the chamber. Putting his thoughts aside he went in search of the trunk. Sure enough said trunk had a staircase leading down. He conjured a floating light wandlessly and made his way down the stairs. At the bottom were glass tubes capped with a blood red wood and inside were his floating uncles. The big red button to the left read 'Do Not Press' but he went with his instinct and hit it. Immediately the tubes ejected their captives.