AN: Okay so this is my first story. This first chapter turned out to be around 8,000k.

as a Disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter or any of its character and I am in no way making a profit. This is for personal fulfillment.

There are scene breaks "…", however I do not know if the site filter will delete it or not. Hopefully it won't. If it does ill have to go back and figure something else out.

On to the Story!

Edited 10-12-15


The Rise

Chapter 1: The Day of Chance

By BlackPlasma


It had been a hot day, the sun scorched all throughout July, no mercy was given as it slowly roamed over the earth and stood directly above the Hogwarts grounds.

Minerva McGonagall was furiously scribbling away determined to finish the last of her paperwork when a knock on the other side of the door distracted her from her duties; such a shame, she was nigh about done. Exams grades, muggleborn letters, and other Deputy Headmistress paperwork where temporarily put on hold.

Without looking up from her desk, she made the last bits of finishing touches.

"You may come in." she stated calmly. The person on the other side did so, he walked in with an ever-majestic posture, his robes ever gently following his frame in awe.

Albus Dumbledore stared back at her. Twinkling eyes rivaled the night sky as he looked her in the eye, an ever-welcoming expression of warmth and comfort greeted her. He couldn't help but smile as he noted the parchments laying unorganized around her desk, paperwork he mused, the enemy he knew he would never defeat…

"Ah Minerva, I see your quite busy at the moment"

"I wasn't expecting you to visit, usually you have me come to you, not the other way around, Is there something that I can do for you Albus?"

Dumbledore's lips stretched into a small smile complimenting his eyes, his teeth showing through as he proceeded.

"Ah yes well, I was taking the most enjoyable mid afternoon stroll, and I ran across a stray cat walking through the corridors, it seemed as if the poor creature was looking for something to eat, the poor thing was starved. I simply tried to catch it and take it to my office so that it might enjoy some of my lemon drops, perhaps I would have finally found a free spirit that shared my tastes for the wonders in life."

She raised an eyebrow. How could one describe the Great Albus Dumbledore? He was at times… weird. Did he ever hit himself in the head or was his old age finally catching up to him? She listened on and tried to deduce which of the two possibilities was the right one, though speaking of 'tastes', they where rather… peculiar. She felt remorse for the cat as not even a starving creation of nature would enjoy those foul and disgusting treats. She kept her opinion to herself as she listened to the Greatest Wizard Alive ramble on.

"Minverva, I seemed to have scared the creature off and it ran from me, and fast too I might add. I followed after it of course; however, these old bones wouldn't let me as much walk fast enough to catch it. I eventually lost it and continued to look for it. I searched corridor after corridor, broom closet after broom closet. Alas, I gave up my search, I then found myself near your office, and as I was searching for a cat, I thought of you and decided to see how you were doing along. It seems as if a small part of fate led me here, and if I can remember correctly I had something to tell you, something important. I was going to summon you to my office later on. Though sorry to say. I cannot remember what it was that I wanted to tell you." He said as he gently stroke his great white beard and stood looking to the ceiling in wonder.

Minerva eyebrows twitched slightly as she listened on and on, he was starting to behave like the second coming of Uric the Oddball.

"Well Albus. That is indeed interesting…" she started, trying to take Dumbledore seriously. She had of course heard many of his "jovial" stories. The stories were a goofy at times; he definitely had hit his head at one point in life. "Well Albus, thank you for the tale."

Dumbledore simply smiled before he took out a bag of some kind, he took it out slowly as if it were a delicate flower that demanded ever so gentleness. The bag wasn't big, only about the size of his fist.

The bag peaked Minerva's interest, she sat straighter and she wondered what sort of objects Dumbledore had stored, it was no secret that he was a collector of only the most fascinating magical artifacts. She quickly remembered that he had something to tell her. Maybe it was some sort of magical beads. She could see some color through the bag. Maybe some type of magical artifact that he was working on and would need her assistance?

"Yes, that must be it. He must of come here because he needs my help of some sort, he seems to be holding that bag close to him as if he is scared of losing it, or is scared of someone taking it from him?"

Alas, she looked on intently when he put his hand within the bag. His hand went in the bag and stopped, whole forearm deep in the bag. Her eyebrows rose up a bit, clearly the bag itself had been enchanted so that it contained a bigger space within. A random muggle would have said it must be a trick of the eye. Albus for a moment paused, and then gave a smile, his eyes twinkling behind his half moon spectacles.

Slowly and surely he took out the contents. He pulled out some sort of… colorful animals? Some were red, others green and yellow. "Those peculiar things must be holding some sort of magical property within, I shall…"

Dumbledore popped one into his mouth as his eye twinkling madly. He swallowed and he cheerfully looked to his Transfiguration Professor.

"Minerva, I have made a grand discovery as I was walking near Honeydukes, It's a new sweet that Mr. Flume has seemed to stock. He explained to me that it's a popular muggle sweet. I believe he called it Gummy Bears".

McGonagall couldn't help but look at him with a most unreadable expression.

"Your looking a little stiff Minerva, would you like to try some?"

Dumbledore could have sworn he saw the slightest of twitches on her face. She shook her head.

"No Thank you Albus, I am not fond of any sweets that you seem to enjoy". The man's eye dimed a bit. After a second he propped up "Oh well, more to myself, I can see your busy Minerva" his twinkle getting brighter as he looked at the stack of paperwork on her front desk.

Minerva saw him turn to leave, as he reached for the doorknob, he stopped mid action and turned, "Actually Minerva, There is one more thing that I want to discuss with you" Professor McGonagall gave him a long blank stare. She wasn't in the mood.

"Tell me Minerva, what do you know of Nicholas and Perenell Flamel?" His twinkle all but gone.

It had been a week since Albus had visited her. She was surprised that Dumbledore wanted to hide that in a school full of children. Especially with someone willing to go to great lengths to gain it. Who ever it was, they were either powerful or stupid enough to try to steal it from the Flamels.

In the end, she had put up a fight with Dumbledore trying to keep it away from the school. Logically, she argued her reasoning that Hogwarts was a place for children to learn, to discover secretes of magic, to control it.

Hogwarts was not an overgrown Gringotts vault! She argued and argued. It was not a choice for her to make and Albus did not seem to see reason. He argued that Hogwarts, due to its ancient magic, had the best protection of keeping unwanted influences out. She couldn't argue with that. In the end, it was his choice as Headmaster. Her arguments in vain.

She looked at her paperwork; she already had contacted the first muggleborns. The first visit to the first one was exactly what she expected. Unsure parents and reluctance to let their child go to a school they couldn't physically see.

She was grateful for the experience she had accumulated over the years. Her past endeavors proved that she had encountered a similar situation as she quickly diffused the temper of angry parents. She looked at herself in the mirror on her desk, years of teaching and drama clearly showed through her hair. She set her attention to the task at hand, focusing on the next muggleborn for her next visit. A Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Their daughter was named Hermione Granger.

She collected her things ready to leave. School letter, introductory books, and parchments that needed to be signed.

Looking at the time, she realized that it would be perfect to go in the evening as most muggles were home from their line of work. She looked at her map and spotted the nearest public floo transpor. Finishing her work, she stepped into her fireplace and disappeared within the green flames.

Albus Dumbledore sat in his office looking outside the window onto the forbidden forest. It really was such a nice view in the morning. Glorious one might even say. The portraits seemed to be discussing quietly amongst themselves like they always did. They talked mundane things like stories they have heard during their lives or interesting students they had met at one point or another.

He paid them no attention as he quietly contemplated the coming school year. The coming term would be… interesting. It was rare for many scions of notable families to be in the same school year. Longbottom, Abbot, Bones, Nott, Malfoy, Greengrass, Macmillan...

Definitely an interesting bunch, as he was pondering, he simply came up with the theory that times were so dark in the last war that family's simply decided to 'guarantee' the continuing of certain lineages. He continued to look over the Hogwarts ground from his office.

Not only was the incoming batch of first years interesting on its own right, he would be awaiting the arrival of a baby that many years ago was dropped off at number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey. He wondered how the boy turned out and how he would come to terms with his fame. Harry Potter comes to Hogwarts at last.

The scar, he didn't quiet understand exactly how it came to be and was at a loss for a plausible explanation, an enigma. To think he would see the day someone survived the killing curse, had someone told him long ago that it was possible to cheat death by surviving the killing curse, he would have laughed. And yet the proof was right there. Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived indeed.

Like Minerva around a week ago, he also turned back from his thoughts and was wrapping the last of his paperwork. It seemed that the Ministry had declined his suggestion for an increase in budgeting. He planned to at least get new potion ingredients instead of relying on Professor Sprout. He had her students prepare magical plants that were used in potions for the upcoming year.

"I guess I will have to tell Severus the bad news again" he silently mused.

He continued his paperwork for another 3 hours before he had heard a knock on his door.

"Come in" was the reply of the Headmaster

"Good afternoon Albus" was the first thing that McGonagall had said when she first walked in.

"Ahh Minerva, how may I help you this fine day?" said Albus as he motioned for her to take a seat. She did so with a nod.

"Well, there seems to be a problem with one of the letters. Albus felt something jump in his gut, he had a suspicion on what it was about.

"It seems Mr. Potter has not received his letter. The charm on the letter would have notified me if he had opened it. I have sent over forty and none have notified me."

Dumbledore let out an exasperated sigh, his suspicion confirmed.

"Very well Minerva, I shall send for Hagrid to deliver his let.." He didn't get to finish as Minerva cut him off.

"With all due respect Albus, I have been the one tasked to be the one delivering letters to muggleborn. Let me remind you that I have been the one with experience in delivering letters. I have been the one who was able to get muggle parents to relax. Hagrid might be a kind person and mean well, I however do not feel confident that he will be able to properly introduce him to our world."

"Very well, Minerva. I see you have very valid point."

Harry Potter wondered how in the world he and the Dursley's managed to relocate to an old shabby house in the middle of freaking nowhere! He hated the turds. For as long as he remembered, he was always subject as some sort of slave to the Dursley household. He had cooked, cleaned, and even washed their dirty clothing!

He shook of his thoughts and pondered on how his current predicament had started.

"It was the letter" he thought. That single letter seemed to have drained the color from his Uncle Vernon's face. The letter clenched in his hand so hard that Harry believed that his Uncle's fingernails would pierce through the parchment and break his skin! He would have laughed if he could, however he felt a shiver of fear run down his spine when his Uncle had grabbed him by the hair and pushed him into his room.

He had heard his uncle walk away. He coiled in his old but comfortable blanket. All he heard were whisperings from his Aunt and Uncle. His cousin Dudley tried to see what was going on but was sent to his room, surprisingly.

After Harry was thrown in his Cupboard

"What's going on dear?" Petunia asked curiously. "What did the freak do this time?" Vernon walked into the living room where she sat sipping tea.

"Petunia keep it down" he ushered in a strong but whispered voice, the urgency in his tone making her take on a serious mood. He handed her the crumpled letter with a shaky hand.

"W-what's going o…" said Dudley as he was also on the couch sitting next to his mother watching the tele.

"Nothing boy, go to your room and I'll take you out for Ice Cream later."

"B-but… "

His fathers face turned a shade of purple that he rarely saw. He didn't need to be told twice before he jolted to his room.

Vernon turned his wife.

She put the tea down and grabbed the letter what had gotten her dear husband to take such a strong stance? She immediately set her gaze to who the letter was addressed to and by whom.

Mr. Harry James Potter

The Cupboard Under the Stairs

4, Privet Drive,

Little Whinging,

Surrey.

Her eyes fixated on the symbol of which the letter had been sealed in. That dreaded fucking symbol! How she wished she would never see that dreaded thing again. Looking up to immediately catch her husband's eye, she quickly ushered him to the kitchen, farthest from the cupboard.

Vernon upon entering the kitchen whispered to her "Petunia. What are we going to do? Did you not read the part where it said where he slept? THEY KNOW." He all but hissed.

"We have tried our best to make sure he grew up like a normal person and wash away this, this… this freakishness! Its unnatural! Petunia! Its not too late to go dump him in the orphanage!"

No, that would only make it worse.

"We can't! They will come looking for us! Not only that but we will be forced to pay back what he has sent to us for our troubles. Lets play it off and see what happens. And do try to relax Vernon. It would do us no good. They know where he is sleeping, who knows if we are being watched right now!" She hissed back.

Vernon looked like he was about to protest. He thought of punishing the freak even more but thought better of it. She had a point.

"Vernon, we need to change his sleeping arrangements"

He gave her a look but had reluctantly agreed, they both departed the kitchen and made their way to the cupboard.

Harry was coiled up in his blanket as Vernon opened his 'bedroom door'. When Harry looked up he saw that his uncle seemed as if he was trying to keep himself from exploding again.

He was shocked when his uncle addressed him by his name. He had actually tried to talk to him civilly. What a shock!

He would have never believed the day would come. It seems that whatever came for him in the mail had a positive effect for him.

"Say Harry, we have been thinking and have agreed that soon you will start to get bigger. We agreed that this cupboard can't house you forever."

"Though I would have forced you in here if I had my way" Vernon didn't voice his opinion.

"Your Aunt and I have agreed that you could move into Dudley's second bedroom, though you will have to clean it up yourself and bring his stuff and place it here. Got it?"

Harry quickly nodded dumbly as fast as he could before they rescinded the decision.

Petunia stood by the whole time and when she saw the freak, errrm nephew agree to the decision, she quickly followed her husband up the stairs to unlock the smallest bedroom in the house. Harry simply gathered his blanket, pillow, and a few items of clothing from Dudley and followed them up the stairs. He had immediately cleaned out the room and was quick to settle in.

He couldn't stop the grin as he heard Dudley yell out

"Why does he get to keep my second roo…!" He was interrupted when Vernon Dudley had shouted at him.

"Quiet son, me and your mother have our reasons! Quickly, go get ready, I'll take you to that ice cream place I promised earlier." That shut Dudley up.

Harry jumped on the bed and stretched his legs and arms with a smile. It felt good to finally be able to stretch in a decent sized bed.

Present

As Harry drew a birthday cake on the floor, he couldn't help but also remember the events that ensued. The next day two of the same letters came, the next, four letters came and so on and so forth. Each day the letters doubled exponentially until it drove his Aunt and Uncle near insane. They tried moving around a bit, they tried going to a motel, moving for a few days to the countryside. Nothing seemed to work. The letters always found them! He had to give praise to who ever it was. The mysterious bloke was determined.

He had finished drawing his cake. He drew a stick for every year and had just finished his eleventh stick. He simply stared at it; July 30th 1991, only a few minutes until midnight.

Harry turned towards his cousins watch. Dudley was sleeping on the couch, his fat arse snoring like a pig. He watched as the clock stroked midnight. He looked at his drawing before making a wish "I wish I belonged somewhere", he inhaled oxygen to his lungs and then blew on his drawing.

Satisfied, he pulled his blanket close to him before rolling over and falling asleep. He didn't worry that his Aunt would ruin his day again by reminding him of his parent's death in a car crash, thus reminding him of his disgusting scar. He had simply gotten use to being treated like dirt on his birthday.

On the morning of July 31st, Harry woke to start the eggs and bacon, careful not to burn the bacon, a lesson he had learned the hard way… through belt lashes, courtesy of his fat uncle.

He cracked open an egg and poured the egg white and egg yolk into separate bowls. His Aunt became more aggravated with him when there was more egg yolk than egg white. Unlike her husband and son, she liked to eat healthy meals. He prepared the baked beans. As he cooked, he didn't notice Vernon waking along with his son Dudley. They both loved smell of bacon in the morning.

Disgusting pigs. They made their way to the table nearby and waited to be served.

"Don't forget the tea boy!"

Harry rolled his eyes

"Yes Uncle Vernon" he had replied.

He started to serve when his Aunt Petunia had come down and taken a seat.

He put the healthy eggs in his Aunts dish first, then began to serve the 'tastier' eggs for Uncle Vernon and Dudley. Next up was the bacon. He remembered to put 'extra' on Dudley's plate; he was after all, a 'growing' boy. He grabbed the pieces of English biscuits he had been toasting while cooking the eggs and passed it on to their plates. He went back to grab the tea cups along with the tea he had brewed and poured it in.

The baked beans were done and he went by each plate to give the servings.

"Well done boy. It seems that your Aunt and I have had some success in raising you right" his uncle said with his mouth full of chewed bacon. After he saw his 'family' digging in, he went to sit where he had slept as his presence apparently caused his Uncle to eat with his mouth open.

He yelled at him to get out of their sight for the time being.

His stomach growled which his Aunt Petunia noticed. "Get some bread and eat boy, it wouldn't do us any good if you just upped and died on that spot."

He didn't need to be told twice.

Harry Potter spent his birthday cooking and cleaning for his family. It was normality for him to spend his birthdays cooking and doing chores.

The day passed quickly and uneventfully for the family. No letters or anything. Vernon was in fact relieved as nighttime fell. He felt that soon they would be able to return to Privet Drive.

Harry once again rolled onto his 'bed' and fell asleep. The day passed quickly considering Aunt Petunia kept reminding him of his parent's car crash and how it was his drunken fathers fault. As he went to sleep, he let out a tear as darkness took control over his vision.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley decided with glee that it was time to finally return back home. Their mission was a success; the letters following them from their home to the hotel rooms and then ceased. While driving, Vernon couldn't help but smile joyfully of the peace and silence they were find at that dreaded house on the rock. He had to admit, when he first set his eyes on it, it was repulsive thinking he would have to be staying there for a few days; he was desperate enough to get away from bizarre and freaky things.

"Here we are! Home sweet home" announced Vernon Dursley as he flashed the cars turn signal to make a right onto Privet Drive. Vernon couldn't wait to eat. It was a long ride, the man was tired! He looked to his passenger and realized his wife was asleep. Must have passed out sometime during the trip. He looked at the rear view mirror to see his boy also asleep.

Apparently his announcement fell on deaf ears as his wife and son snored right through it. He then looked to the right side of Dudley and found his nephews green eyes staring back at him. Vernon's eyebrows quickly turning to furrow at him through gritted teeth. His muscles of facial expression where contorted, he glared at the boy through the rear view mirror.

Harry gulped and looked at anything but the mirror. He was in for it now. There would be hell to pay. He knew his Uncle would take his anger and frustrations for the past few days out on him.

The family car pulled up into the driveway of house number four. Petunia and Dudley stirred in their sleep as they came to a stop.

Fluttering their eyes open, they quickly remembered where they where. Dudley stretched himself out fast, quickly hitting Harry and knocking his glasses off. Harry glared at him but said nothing.

The family stepped out of the car

Vernon did not shout, the neighbors were outside, he quickly pulled Harry aside and whispered loudly into his ear "Listen freak, your Aunt and my Dudlers are tired, as am I, it is your duty to take our luggage to the living room, you WILL do it"

Vernon added as he noticed Harry looking unsurely at the oversized luggage. "If you don't have it done it 10 min there would be hell to pay, I will make you clean the house and then clean it again just to make sure you didn't miss a spot. "

"Yes Uncle."

As the family walked back inside Harry noticed a black cat. It looked on as it watched the whole exchange. It looked freaky as hell! What kind of cat just sits still staring at people like a statue? Harry shrugged off his thoughts and kept to the task at hand. He ignored the cat.

He sighed as he looked at the luggage. His scrawny frame had nowhere near the muscle mass needed to lift the heavy looking bags. Dudley maybe, but not him.

He grabbed it with his right hand and with as much force as he could pulled as hard as he could, he was successful. Too successful as he stepped back quickly from the momentum, he lost his footing and promptly fell on his arse.

"Ouch, I guess I pulled too hard" said the young boy as he stood up.

" I guess its lighter than it looks, waay lighter" thought Harry in his head.

It took a few minutes but Harry was able to carry the luggage back inside.

"Did they bother to pack anything at all? A toddler could have picked up the luggage" Thought Harry as he was surprised by how light the luggage was. Almost like a feather.

Vernon's eyes almost popped out of his skull for a second. Surely it would have taken the runt way more than ten minutes. Though not heavy for him, it should have been for the scrawny 11 year old more than the time alloted! Guess he misjudged the weight. He went to go pick one up. It was heavy.

It should have taken the freak longer! He picked them up like it was nothing! The little shite had just dropped the last one. He must have done the freakishness again, previous anger returned to him and walked over to Harry and grabbed him by the hair and headed towards the cupboard before he heard a knock on the door.

Vernon let go of Harry's head and went to answer the door.

Standing there was a woman who looked around the ages of 55-63. She had a neutral expression; she looked at Vernon straight in the eye. Vernon quickly looked up and down noticing strange robes, a strange pointed tip hat, and a weird stick near her waist.

If Mr. Dursley had married a normal wife with a normal family, he would have simply thought the person a wacko, closed the door and resumed to what he was doing. Unfortunately, he recognized this person one of them.

He quickly turned back and yelled "Petunia, I need you here right now!" Minerva McGonagall sighed as she heard the lard of a man scream for his wife; she knew the next hour would be the most unique case she would ever have. "What is it darling…" She made her way to the front door and paused when she saw whom it was. She glared at the women

"You!"

Professor Mcgonnagal gave an eerie look. "Yes, I am sure you both know why I am here for, judging by your reactions. I wish to speak to Mr. Potter"

Harry perked up at the mention of his name. "I have a visitor? Who would want to talk to me?" He thought as he contemplated the situation in from of him. Something clicked in his head. "I have a visitor!" he thought with joy. After all, he had never had a visitor before.

Harry couldn't believe what had happened a few hours beforehand. It was like a fairytale in a book that was read during his earlier years at school. He was a wizard! What luck!

Professor McGonagall had explained to him a new world, who would have known that such a world was hidden from the rest of the normal world he grew up in! He was excited, ecstatic even. Thinking of the world he was a part of now, he had been told the truth of his parents. He had been furious with his relatives; they weren't killed in a car crash! They were murdered! And by some jackass who called himself Voldemort!

The professor had explained to him his fame, and the tale. Books were written about him it seemed and there wasn't a child alive who didn't know his name and that his scar was his most recognizable feature. Harry frowned at that, he didn't want to be harassed by people. He had been bombarded in the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. Even the man who had once bowed to him in the streets had been ever so pleased that Harry recognized.

"Dear Merlin's Beard, Its Harry Potter! Look at his forehead, it's the scar!"

Loud gasps were immediately followed. People of all ages and sized tried to grab him, to shake his hand. Some didn't even want to let go of him.

He had covered his scar with his hair after entering Diagon Alley. He didn't want to get recognized again, it was a bit much for the young lad.

He thought back to what had happened to his relatives. He smiled as he remembered that the lady used magic to mute them as they were shouting incoherently. His uncle Vernon's face had never been so purple!

"Mr. Potter, were are here."

Harry looked at the front of an elegant looking building. It was carved of carefully crafted marbled and outfitted with a impressive mahogany door at least five meters high. What caught Harry's attention were the disgruntled and nasty looking creatures that were standing on each side of the door. Each one looked intimidating carrying axes that looked like it would cut through bone like butter.

Harry shuddered.

Minerva McGonagall turned to her temporary charge. "Mr. Potter, what lies ahead of us is the Wizarding Bank, Gringotts. Those two creatures ahead are goblins, make sure you don't do anything that might agitate them; they are known for a short fuse and have a dislike for wizards. Don't ask why now, you'll learn that during your schooling. If they ask you a question, answer them with as much seriousness you can muster."

Harry nodded; he wasn't an idiot, hell, those things looked like they could bite off a limb judging by their small but sharp teeth. McGonagall addressed him again.

"Here Mr. Potter, take this, this will act as verification. Also, there is a possibility that the goblins will ask for a few drops of blood for further proof of your identity. You have never set foot in Gringotts before; they would ask for a wand as verification however, you currently don't have one"

He nodded trying to ingest everything the Professor was telling him. He reached out to grab the golden key that she had held out.

McGonagall stepped forward and moved towards the bank. Harry quickly followed after her. They passed the mahogany door and both guards continued to look forward, hands clasped tight to their weaponry. Harry made sure to stay at least three feet behind McGonagall. As he and his escort made their way through the bank, Harry couldn't bother but look on curiously as goblins sat in high desks, scribing away furiously at pieces of parchments while others seemed to be weighing giant clunks of gold.

He came out of his musings as Professor McGonagall stopped at the tallest desk at the end, there was an old Goblin at the desk scribbling away with a quill, on his desk was a nameplate. It read, "Ironwrath, Head Goblin."

Minerva cleared her throat, and addressed the Goblin,

"Minerva McGonagall here to make a withdrawal from vault 713."

The goblin looked up from scribbling complete and undivided attention to the duo in front oh him. He eyed them like a hawk. He said nothing.

"I also have this from Albus Dumbledore" she said as she reached to hand a neatly wrapped letter." She continued as the goblin took it from her.

" I also have Harry James Potter here as my charge, he is to make a withdrawal from his trust vault."

The goblin's gaze looked at Harry who had tensed. He tried to give the goblin the most serious gaze that he could. He didn't know if the goblin knew it or not, but he was intimidated.

The goblin looked back to Minerva McGonagall "And does your charge have his key?"

On cue, Harry picked out the key from his pocket and handed it up in the air so that the goblin could have a better look. He looked at it intensely for a few seconds before gazing back to McGonagall. "Very well, everything seems to be in order. I shall call for an escort"

He turned his back and yelled out "Griphook!"

Harry saw another goblin come from the back door a few seconds later. Harry saw the goblin and felt a little bit more comfortable, Griphook wasn't nearly as intimidating as the Head goblin. He had a few scars across his face but not as many as the head goblin. The pair followed the escort.

It wasn't long until Harry felt sick to his stomach; He had heard his cousin wanting to go to one of those amusement parks on the tele. The little cart was just like those rollercoasters. When he had gotten into the cart, the track looked like it would go straight at a decent pace, that is until the cart went full speed ahead on a dive that he was unable to see. It did all types of turns, left, right, up, down, did flips, and the occasional barrel roll. They had stopped at fault number 713 first as the Potter trust vault could be visited on the way back.

They had gotten out of the cart and approached the vault; Harry was quick to notice all the little intricate designs on the vault. It was elegant looking and carefully coated with flecks of gold. Professor McGonagall turned to him

"Mr. Potter, stay here and don't approach with me to empty the vault, the contents within this vault are classified manners."

Harry quickly nodded. He watched as the little creature opened the vault with its left hand. He quickly stood back as Professor McGonagall approached the vault and emptied it. Harry didn't get to see much as Minerva McGonagall positioned her back to block his view.

"Whatever it is, it must have something to do with Albus Dumbledore"

He remembered the professor handing a letter from Dumbledore earlier. He watched as his future professor turned around and walked back toward the cart. He soon joined her and waited for the goblin to close the vault, which he had soon done and entered the cart as well.

Griphook turned back to the pair "Our next stop is the Potter trust vault. We did not draw blood from you Mr. Potter. We have other means to verify you with our type of magic. Since we did not draw blood from you Mr. Potter, we will take a detour to Thief's Downfall. Its purpose is to wash away any enchantments or concealments. Understood?

Harry didn't know what to think about that. He simply replied "Okay sir". The Goblin snickered. It wasn't long before they reached Thief's Downfall after a few twists and turns. It was a waterfall and Harry had gotten wet, and nothing had happened. By itself the water had evaporated leaving him and the other passengers dry. They soon had reached the Potter trust Vault in a few minutes.

Harry slowly got up from the cart and made his way toward the vault, he couldn't help but admire it. It was something left to him by his parents. After having spent his life at the Dursleys, he had never been giving anything that he could have claimed to be his. Sure he was given Dudley's old bedroom and clothes, but they were never something meant for him originally. His parents' leaving him a vault was the first thing apart from his Hogwarts letter that was meant for him and him alone.

"Mr. Potter" Harry turned to look at his escort. "Make sure to grab enough. I will not approach with you as it is your privacy."

"But ma'am, I wouldn't even know what to get of whatever is in there."

Minerva sighed, she wasn't his guardian, and the assets in the vault were his privacy. Plus it was unprofessional on her part. However, he did have a point, she knew the Potters were rich, though she didn't know how well off they were. Unlike the Malfoys, the Potters had kept mostly to themselves when it came down to the subject of money, they didn't brag.

"Very well Mr. Potter" was her reply.

The goblin looked at both of them curiously before asking him for his key. He grabbed it when Mr. Potter offered it to him and opened the vault for him.

When the vault opened, Minerva could have sworn her jaw hit the floor with a thundering smack.

"Dear Merlin! This is a trust vault; it should be just for the essentials! What were you thinking James! Giving an eleven year this much! And this is how much is left after Hogwarts tuition has been charged! "

Harry's eyes had gone as wide as the pans in which he used to cook the Dursleys eggs. He was rich! What luck!

Minerva quickly turned to the goblin. "I assume that any amount not withdrawn will be added to the next year's values? Griphook didn't say anything as he looked towards Harry for any sign of disapproval. He would be killed for giving out that type of information. However, it seemed the Potter boy gave his approval to answer her question. It was his privacy after all, consent was needed here.

Harry gave a nod "its okay to let her know, I trust her". The goblin nodded. "No, his trust vault standard is 15,000 galleons after Hogwarts Tuition has been paid off. From those 15,000, any galleons withdrawn today or within the year would be replenished next year to the original 15,000 from the main vault. He does not have access to the main vault until sixteen"

McGonagall nodded and quickly turned to Harry "Mr. Potter, you will not be needing all of this amount at once, in total, your school supply's should total up to around sixty five galleons, and that's if you decide to get high quality material. I suggest you get around one hundred and fifty galleons and save the rest for the school year.

Harry quickly nodded. Griphook quickly summoned some sort of pouch with a snap of his fingers.

"The Potters are a valued costumer here at Gringotts, since you clearly have no clue what you are doing, we will gift you this complementary pouch. It has been charmed to expand to your desire."

Harry quickly smiled and accepted the complimentary pouch and said

"Thanks!"

He quickly grabbed the amount suggested and deposited into the pouch. He grabbed an extra fifty. After he had gotten two hundred galleons, he walked back towards the cart. He got in as did McGonagall and the cart headed toward ground level, he was now well off, he had no desire to turn into a rich arsehole. He had lived a life where he was used to getting whatever was at the bottom of the barrel. No need to get greedy now.

During the cart ride McGonagall had explained to him all about Galleons, Sickles and Knuts.

They had quickly gotten out of Gringotts and made their way to a shop on the other side of the Alley.

"Mr. Potter, I feel we should start here first as it will take time for Madam Malkin to get everything ready. While she takes her time on you, I will need to go do something. I should be back by the time your done. Understood?

She didn't feel like waiting around at the moment. She needed restock on her teaching supplies.

"Yes, ma'am" Harry replied as the pair made their way to a shop called "Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions". They stopped at the front. McGonagall faced him. "This is where I will take my leave Mr. Potter. I will meet with you in a short while. Please don't wonder off." She turned around and headed down the alley, disappearing into the crowd.

Harry once again read the sign on top of the entrance before he looked back at the door and went inside.

Inside he found footstools. He couldn't help but stare fascinated at a pair of scissors on the other side of the room. Each was about 5 feet off the ground. The scissors was independently cutting pieces of some sort of fabric. A pin with a sew was rapidly working and stitching pieces together elegantly.

He was brought out in front of his daze as an older witch called out to him "Hello Dear, welcome to Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. I'm guessing you're here for your Hogwarts set?"

Harry took in the lady's appearance; she was plump, medium size with brown hair that had started to grey in some spots. She also gave him a warm smile. Though she did look like she was about to frown at something. He didn't know what to say, It was his first time shopping.

"umm, yes"

Nodding, the witch motioned for him to follow her. He did so, and went to stand on one of those footstools.

"Stay still darling, and please put your hands up in the air, and stretch them wide. I need to take your measurements". Harry gave her back a calm face as she explained. "Now darling, this is going to take a bit of time to get your measurement. It will take maybe about fifteen minutes". She pulled out her wand and taped on a piece of quill and parchment.

The quill and parchment instantly started to move as if it had a life of its own and it made its way over to him. Before Madam Malkin left, she tapped Harrys arms with her wand so he wouldn't tire himself out. A piece of measuring tape made its way over to him and the quill and parchment started to jot down his measurements.

Harry looked around the room and didn't notice a girl standing opposite of him. He found her staring at him with baby blue eyes. He had been so focused on the magical workings that he didn't notice her presence. He took in her appearance quickly noticing her soft facial features, and blond hair, which was done in a ponytail down to her mid-back. He then looked at her straight in the eyes again and found them again staring back at him. He felt awkward.

She had been watching him the moment he had entered the shop. It was humorous watching him ogle the magical equipment trying to memorize every inch of magic that he could. She had seen him get a bit miffed at the pair of scissors cutting away rapidly doing what it was charmed to do. She had mentally made a note of the boy. He was odd looking. His green eyes were easily the most noticeable feature that struck out to her. Everything else wasn't. The boy was wearing, well, the worst rags that she had ever seen. It was disgusting really. A blue shirt that was obviously meant for someone of another size, the Crabbes maybe? Large brown pants that had been cut at the bottom –rather sloppily really- and sneakers, surprisingly the sneakers were the only things that fit on him. The rest of his clothing choices were odd, even for a muggle. His dark wild hair covered most of his forehead. "muggleborn this one" she thought. Both pre-teens had been standing in silence for a minute, feeling the thick air of awkwardness.

"Hogwarts too?" he had finally asked a bit unsurely.

"Yes…my first year, yours too?"

Hopefully a bit of small talk would pass the time quicker. She was to meet with her sister and parents at the ice cream parlor across the street. The boy's small smile had gotten even bigger. "Yes, can't wait. It's not everyday that you suddenly find out there…" she had tuned him out, she almost rolled her eyes knowing where he was going.

"Yes, yes, we all here know magic is incredible" she didn't want another situation she had experienced at the bookstore. Some bushy hair girl had rambled on and on to her parents of her excitement. The girl was like a harpy yelling in an excited trance. She looked like she could have endlessly run up and down the walls.

"… anyways, you can call me Harry… Harry James." She was brought back to the world from her thoughts and only caught the last bit as he addressed her. She had found his surname odd, well; it wasn't rare in the muggle world to have a first name as a surname. Usually one would introduce themselves by their surnames first and then first name. It was a custom. However, noticing he was muggleborn, she had decided to drop customs for the second. "Daphne, Daphne Greengrass. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She had told him.

Harry had nodded to her and smiled, "Daphne, just like the flower right?" He had grown accustom to plants as he would work on his Aunt Petunias Garden. Gardening was one of the few chores that he had enjoyed.

Daphne had faintly smiled " Yes. Your are correct Mr. James". She didn't call him Harry as she had just met him and calling him by Harry felt inappropriate to her. However, muggleborns were most likely going to call her by her first name, she would make the exception if he called her that. He was ignorant of magical customs and didn't mean to offend.

Madam Malkin had walked in and addressed her. "There darling, I have all your measurements. Came back in about an hour. I'll have your Hogwarts robe ready for you." She had told her as she taped her wand on the instruments. Daphne nodded and hopped off the stool. "It seems this is farewell " Daphne had said to Harry as he was still being measured. She had some minute's head start on him. He smiled at her "It seems so". She nodded and left the shop. Leaving Harry to his thoughts.

It was a new beginning for Harry.

End Chapter 1

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