Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Nor do I own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. The plot is mine, that is all.

Summary: Harry Potter decides to leave Hogwarts after his first year. How will canon change with a more intelligent, wary boy who lived?

Harry Potter was plotting a way that would help him escape from his current life while on the Hogwarts Express. Harry was neither stupid or naive. Of course he had acted as such since he had self preservation. Harry had read all of his school books among extras this past summer so that he would know what he was getting into.

It had seemed that the wizards were expecting some golden boy. He had given them what they were expecting. Harry had learned his lessons well at the Dursleys after all. This had caused Harry to become a suspicious, wary person.

The first thing that he had found out after Hagrid had 'rescued him' from the Dursleys was that Headmaster Dumbledore had left him with his vile relatives. Next, he had found out that Dumbledore had the key to his vault. Then Hagrid had tried to stop Harry from making extra purchases such as books. Finally, the Sorcerers Stone had been brought to Hogwarts the same year he had begun attending. The man had practically admitted that he had expected Harry to go after it.

It was clear to him that the seemingly kind old man had not considered his best interests. It was also obvious to Harry that Hogwarts was a deathtrap if your name happened to be Harry James Potter.

Ron Weasley was supposedly his best friend. Harry had found the boy and his family untrustworthy for good reason. Hagrid had somehow forgot to inform Harry of how to reach the platform. Harry had not suspected Hagrid of anything nefarious though. Hagrid was genuinely kind to him. However, Dumbledore most likely had one of his supporters show him the way. When Molly Weasley was shouting about muggles, Harry had thought it was obvious that the family was sent to intercept him.

Then their son Ron had just happened to pick his compartment to sit in telling him that the others were full. Right, a magical train had run out of seats and the only seat available was with him. How thick did these people think he was? It had seemed clear to Harry that the Headmaster had wanted to control who had influence over him. Harry had decided to play along for a while.

Harry had another friend named Hermione Granger. Harry had been sure that she was a true friend of his. 'For how long.' Harry thought bitterly.

Between the abuses heaped on him by the Dursleys and the manipulations in the wizarding world, Harry had not been an optimistic person to say the least.

'I need to get to Gringotts.' Harry thought desperately.

The last straw for the young wizard was when Dumbledore dismissed his complaints about the abuse and had insisted that he was to return to those monsters after he had asked to stay at school for the summer.

'How dare he! He is the headmaster of a school not my guardian. What right does he have to tell me what to do during the summer.' Harry internally raged.

Harry was formulating a plan while he was sitting with Hermione and Ron.

"I'm going to study ahead this summer. Perhaps I'll get a book on Ancient Runes. It is a shame that we have to wait until third year to take that course." Hermione babbled to Harry's amusement.

He secretly shared her opinion on gaining knowledge.

"Hermione, that is not just getting ahead. That is barmy! Mental she is." Ron looked at him for support.

"She likes to study Ron. We are almost there. I better use the loo now since my uncle would never stop for me." Harry stated as he rose to leave.

"I'll come with you mate." Ron announced.

Inwardly Harry is annoyed. "Ron, you may be my best mate, but I don't need help using the facilities."

Hermione giggled while Ron scowled. Harry quickly left.

Harry then looked to see if anyone was in the hallway. Seeing no one, he had covered himself up in his invisibility cloak. The young wizard smirked. 'The old goat had given me the means to escape.'

While walking carefully to the front of the train where the exit was located, Harry decided to patiently wait. Moments later the train came to a stop. Harry bolted as soon as the doors opened.

The platform was full with people waiting for their children coming home for the summer. Moving as quickly as he could under his cloak, Harry had reached the muggle platform with nobody the wiser. Harry had smartly shrunk his trunk while sending Hedwig off before he had left Hogwarts. His first friend would find him in the morning wherever he was.

The unwelcome sight of his obese, red faced uncle had greeted him. His idiotic cousin and horse faced aunt had been nearby as well. Harry had been amused that they were going to wait a long time. They would never have the opportunity to abuse him again if his subtle scheme were to be executed correctly.

Harry, who had been cautious, had resolutely walked a few blocks before signaling the Knight Bus. Harry had pursued it in a magical travel book in the library.

After taking off his cloak in an abandoned alley, Harry shoved his cloak in his pocket. Then Harry took off his glasses since they made him too recognizable. It is not much of a disguise, but he knew that wizards and witches just saw his scar and glasses. Harry then stuck out his wand.

With a loud bang, The Knight Bus appeared. "Welcome to The Knight Bus for the stranded witch and wizard. My name is Ben, where are you heading?"

"Leaky Cauldron, please."

"That will be 6 sickles. 10 sickles for a glass of pumpkin juice. What is your name?"

"Neville Longbottom, Ben. No, thank you on the drink."

"Alright Neville, have a seat it will be a quiet a ride. Take it away Ernie!"

Harry had taken his seat pleased that he was able to think of a name that quickly. Harry had known that it could get difficult if he was recognized by Tom or his customers. A repeat of his first visit would be a disaster. So lost in his thoughts, Harry had barely noticed the crazy ride. The bus had stopped abruptly with a screech.

"The Leaky Cauldron, Neville."

"Thanks, Ben." Harry stepped off.

Harry had entered the cauldron. After he had seen Tom behind the bar, he had given Harry a brief look before greeting him.

"Where is your parents lad?" Tom asked concerned.

Harry since he had known that he was too short for his age, had decided to use that to his advantage.

"My parents told me to meet them in the alley. They are picking up my sister at Kings Cross." Harry lied.

"I see, I will let you in. Perhaps your sister met Harry Potter. I'm sure she will tell you all about it." Tom said as he tapped his wand on the correct bricks.

"Thank you Mr." Harry said cutely.

Harry had quickly left before Tom could have a conversation with him. It had not been that he did not find the barkeeper friendly. Tom's too friendly greeting during his first trip had led to him being mobbed. It would not do to get caught now.

Harry had casually walked towards Gringotts. He had read somewhere that no one notices people who had looked like they belonged. The boy who lived had entered the bank with little fan fair. All he had to do was wait.

Harry had waited for ten minutes before the goblin teller had announced his turn.

"I would like to see my account manager please."

"Your name." the goblin barked.

"Harry Potter." The teller gave him a sharp look.

"Griphook!" The goblin arrived moments later.

"Mr. Potter is here concerning his account."

"Very well, follow me Mr. Potter."

"Thank you for your time Griphook."

The goblin and human had arrived in the account office. Harry had taken the offered seat.

"What can I do for you Mr. Potter?"

"First, how do you know that I am Harry Potter?" Harry asked curiously.

The goblin smirked. "The account offices are warded against intruders. Only the client, approved guests, or specified goblins may enter."

Harry nodded with approval.

"I came to find out how much money I possess. From there, I have some other concerns as well."

"Did your magical guardian explain this to you?" Griphook grew concerned.

Harry stiffened in shock and anger. "I did not know that I have a magical guardian. Why do I live with abusive muggles if I have a guardian?" Harry asked shaken.

Griphook was angry. The wizarding world was led to believe that his client was a spoiled prince. This apparently was far from the truth.

"Albus Dumbledore has much to answer to."

"What! Why is my school headmaster my guardian?"

"I am sure you know that he is more than your headmaster. We at Gringotts believe that he has too much influence in our world. In my opinion he is out of touch with the common wizard and creature."

Harry agreed wholeheartedly. "Is there anything I could do to get free of him legally. If not, would a change of my name magically help?"

Griphook smirked at the thought of outmaneuvering the willy headmaster.

"If we are upfront about what we are doing, you can not win against him. Dumbledore is pretty much untouchable in the British Wizarding Community. Would you like justice or revenge?"

Harry sighed. Revenge was tempting when considering his relatives and Dumbledore, but he had wanted his freedom much more. It also had not seemed like he could get justice in the wizarding or muggle courts due to Dumbledore's interference.

"I would like justice served to the Dursleys for how they had treated me. The only problem is that the Headmaster would interfere."

"Abuse of a magical child is a grave offense in the Magical Community. We handle cases with magical creatures since the wizarding world does not care for their justice. In cases where a child's magical guardian is negligent and powerful politically, we can intercede on their behalf. We will give them a trial here." Griphook told his client.

Harry had felt grateful to the goblin. No one had ever gone out of their way for him before.

"Thank you Griphook. What do you suggest I do to keep Dumbledore out of my life?"

"You have two choices. One, you can have the trial results published as well as Dumbledore's involvement with you being placed there. The problem with that is the headmaster will most likely come out of this mostly intact." Griphook explained.

"What is my other option?" Harry did not like the first one. He needed to think like a Slytherin in order to win against the old coot.

"The second one is a goblin tailored plan. This is where we use cunning. We can fake the deaths of your relatives and yourself. We will give them new lives if they are not convicted. Somehow I do not think that will be the case. If on the off chance that you are discovered, you will never have to return to those people."

"I approve of the second option. How do we fool Dumbledore with my death?"

"Once your name has been magically changed, Harry Potter would cease to exist."

"I agree to this plan Griphook." Harry informed his vault manager with a determined glint in his eyes.

"Yes, that is the best option. We will do an inheritance test. You will be able to choose any of your ancestors names for your new family name. I will also suggest altering your first and middle names as well."

The idea of changing the names that his parents had given him hurt more than he had thought it would. Although, his parents had died so that he could live. If his parents had been watching him, he was sure that they would have approved of his plans to actually live his life.

"What do I need to do?"

"Prick your finger and place three drops of blood on this parchment." Griphook told his client.

Harry had done just that. Griphook had politely offered him some refreshments while he had checked his accounts for theft.

"The good news is that your accounts have not been plundered. Unfortunately, five hundred gallons, an excessive amount, are allotted for your care every month since the death of your parents to one Petunia Dursley." Griphook informed Harry.

Harry was one pissed off wizard. 'How dare they complain about my upkeep when they have been paid well to take care of me!'

"Is there anything we could do about it?" Harry questioned his manager.

Griphook gave him the intimidating grin that the goblins were well known for.

"Theft or in this case fraud is most heavily punished by the Goblin Nation. If convicted of both child abuse and fraud, they will never see the light of day."

Harry had grinned. His day was getting better and better. Harry had finished his sandwich while Griphook was reading the results.

"Mr. Potter, you are the heir of Potter, Black, and Gryffindor. There are also other names that you can use for your name change. This is interesting. Your mother is not the muggleborn witch she has been rumored to be. She is the daughter of two disinherited squibs. That has bequeathed you the status of a pureblood. Pureblood status notwithstanding, you can not inherit from your maternal family or even know who they are. That has been one of the terms of your grandparents being disowned."

"May I ask why squibs are usually disowned? To my knowledge it is against the law for a squib to inherit anything." Harry was curious.

"Mr. Potter, the reason pureblood families had done this is to prevent a witch or wizard coming from these squib unions from making a claim on the family money over their current heirs. Some of these witches and wizards in the past were angry that their parents or grandparents were disowned. They had sometimes succeeded in assassinating the heir of the family. This would be why squibs and any future progeny had often been disowned with the family name being confidential." Griphook explained.

"I can understand the need to protect the heirs from assassins." Harry mused.

Then Harry pondered the revelations he had learned about his family.

"That explains why the hat had allowed me to choose Gryffindor. I would cherish the memory for years at the look on Petunia's face when she finds out that she had come from a magical family." Harry smirked.

Griphook returned the smirk with one of his own.

"We must inform her of her magical status, won't we."

Harry had to laugh.

"After looking at your family tree, the Black name would be best for your family name. Regulus Black had passed away six months before your birth. Marriages in those times were usually not announced due to fear of a deatheater raid interrupting.

Alexandra Romanov had left her home when you were conceived. Tragically, she had been found dead ten months after Regulus. They had been romantically involved."

"Will their families discover the ruse?" Harry inquired.

"This will work since both of their immediate families are either dead or imprisoned. Of course, there are cousins in the Black family."

"Would I be expected to meet these cousins?" Harry asked.

"Your name will not be released until you are of age. It is standard practice for wealthy pureblood orphans to be protected in this way until they turn seventeen. When the Black family discovers your existence, they will be pleased that their heir is safe."

Harry was intrigued. One thing he had not known was that assassination attempts was a real concern for the elite in wizarding society. He definitely had needed to be more informed of the inner workings of pureblood society.

"I do not know much about pureblood customs. May I hire tutors on this as well as magical and muggles classes. I have a feeling that Dumbledore would find me in a different school if I transferred next year." Harry intelligently remarked.

"That is true. We will work on that after your medical exam." After seeing Harry's surprised face, Griphook explained.

"This is our way of collecting evidence for our case against the Dursleys. We will also fix any damage caused by them at their expense. In the meantime, think about your new name."

Harry was pleased at the news. He was the shortest boy in school due to the treatment he had received at his relatives.

"Thank you, I appreciate it." Griphook gave him a nod.

"Let us go to see the healer. While you are examined, I will arrange the trial."

His manager had led him to a room that had looked similar to the Hogwarts infirmary. Griphook had then revealed what he knew to the female goblin in their language. The goblin healer had looked less than pleased as the conversation went on. Griphook had exited with a nod towards Harry while he had left to arrange the trial.

"Mr. Potter, I am Healer FloraFang. The exam itself will not be painful. Take off your clothes and wear this garment. Anything human made will interfere with our magics."

Harry thanked her as she left to give him privacy. The young wizard stripped and dressed in the goblin made tunic that fell to his knees. When he finished, FloraFang opened the door.

"Lie down on the table and try to relax." FloraFang ordered.

Harry had obeyed and closed his eyes. After each spell the Goblin Healer had cast, she had become beyond angry. When she had finished, she had cursed up a storm in her native language.

"It is a miracle that you have survived your childhood. This is one of the worst cases of malnutrition that I have ever seen. You only survived due to your strong magic. Half of your magical power is still keeping you alive!"

Harry was stupefied. He had known that his health was not the best after his relatives so called care. What he had not understood was how the school medi-witch had missed something so vital.

"How had they missed this at school? I was in their infirmary a few times this year?" Harry asked quietly.

"There is no way that a healer could miss it now. I found wards on you that made it appear to others that you are in perfect health. They are tied into blood wards that I can not discern the true purpose of. Those wards recently went down. It seems to me that Dumbledore does not care for your happiness or health. The man also has wards to warn him if you are near death. Apparently, he wants you alive even if you are not happy." the healer told him.

Harry felt a deep rage burning in his gut. Dumbledore knew how they treated him and he did nothing.

"Is there anything else wrong?"

Harry decided to change the subject before his magic reacted to his emotions.

"Yes, you have a few head injuries. I believe that is the reason that you have needed to wear glasses since there is nothing wrong with your eyes. There are a number of badly healed broken bones that need to be addressed. Finally, your scar is my primary concern. There is a parasite attached to it that is holding the life of the presumed dead dark lord." FloraFang reported the young wizards injuries as calmly as possible.

"Is there anything that can be done?" Harry asked while trying to keep his composure.

"Fortunately, yes. I can heal your head injuries. The malnutrition and the bones will need potions for a month in order to recover. The soul fragment can be removed with a goblin ritual. We will do this after I do what I can to heal you." The healer explained her treatment plan.

"Thanks, FloraFang." Harry had given her a grateful look.

It was obvious to him that going to the goblins for help had been the best decision that he had ever made. The rest of the wizarding community were content to trust the old, barmy codger with his health and safety.

The devout healer was tirelessly working on his head injuries. Despite the pain that was caused, Harry was pleased with the situation. The elimination of what the Dursleys had done was therapeutic for the young man.

"That is all that can be done without potions. Can you see without your glasses?" the healer inquired.

Harry was elated since he had just now realized that he had not been wearing glasses. He could now see better than he ever had with those horrid things. Harry had thought some glasses were flattering on people. His relatives had forced him to wear ones that were anything but attractive.

"Yes, thank you so much. It feels great to see." Harry said with much excitement in his voice.

FloraFang's lips twitched at the obviously thrilled young wizard.

"That is good to hear. I am going to retrieve other healers for the ritual. It will be extremely painful, but it must be done." the goblin healer told him sternly.

Harry had nodded in understanding. The last thing he had wanted was for Voldemort's soul to be anywhere near him.

"I agree, FloraFang."

With a nod of approval, the healer left to prepare for the soul extraction ritual. The other goblins arrived with FloraFang in short order.

"We are going to petrify you Mr. Potter. This is for the safety of us all. The soul will not want to leave and it may try to possess you." Harry had a panicked look on his face.

"Even if that were to happen, that fragment will not win." FloraFang said venomously.

Harry felt reassured from the healers confidence. He knew that the goblins have a justified reputation of being fierce warriors. Harry trusted them to do this.

"I am ready to get this out of me FloraFang." Harry gave his healer a weak smile.

The Goblins had started with their chant to cleanse Harry of the corrupted soul. At first it was not too terrible. As soon as Harry thought that, the pain in his head had been at the point it was when he had faced Voldemort for the stone. The chanting was increasing in volume at this point. Pain was a part of his life for as long as he could remember. The increasing pain was the worst he had ever experienced in his life thus far, that was really saying something. Harry would have screamed himself hoarse had he been capable of it.

The goblins chanting was reaching a fevered pitch when a black substance had come out screeching and wailing out of his cursed scar. The parasite was now without a vessel. The soul fragment went towards the crystal that was meant to imprison it. Harry had passed out after receiving one of the most painful goblin rituals.

Unknown to Harry or the goblins, the prophecy that had endangered his family had just shattered in the Department of Mysteries.

A/N: Thanks for reading the first story I had posted on ffnet To me Harry Potter had many plot holes that I had wanted to exploit. If you think I had done well with that please tell me why you thought so. The opposite is true if you did not find it believable. I will take both the positive and negative responses in consideration.

I would also like to know what the readers thought of how I portrayed the characters.

If you think my writing can use some improvement, which it does. Tell me how I can improve. I would be extremely grateful for that.

I stayed away from the popular thing of the Weasleys and Dumbles stealing from Harry. In canon that did not happen.

In my opinion, Harry was treated horribly in canon. I did not see the need to add anymore to it. Except the plot holes, I used my artistic license to explain certain things that I had always wondered about.

My premise for this story is that this could have happened in canon if these events transpired. It is definitely a challenge. For Reborn fans, we will get to Japan in a few chapters.