Chapter 1

My story is one that it would be rather difficult to place where it truly starts.

Was it decades before my birth when a certain psychopath was born to terrorize the world?

When I was born?

When said psychopath first tried to kill me?

When I started school?

No, Personally I think it started when I uttered one particular phrase.

"Damn it" I muttered as I once again tried to sit comfortably despite the heavy bruises my loving cousin had imparted on me "I wish Dobby was here"

"You called Harry Potter sir?"

I let out a yelp and fell from the bed I had been laying on. Regretting that immediately, as it only agitated my already pained ribs, I struggled to get up and look at my welcomed but still unexpected visitor.

"Dobby" I said wincing as I moved "What are you doing here?"

"You was calling Dobby Harry Potter sir" the elf replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world "Harry Potter freed Dobby so Dobby keeps an ear out for his call"

As I stepped toward the often eccentric elf thinking that this was good to know, the pain in my ribs and abdomen grew too great and I fell to me knees crying out.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH BOY!" Vernon shouted from down stairs

"Harry Potter is hurt" Dobby exclaimed in horror

"No, no it's nothing" I replied standing by my old defense mechanism to underplay and ignore every shitty thing that had happened to me

"It's not nothing" Dobby said more fiercely than I had ever heard him say anything and the next thing I knew he grabbed my arm and I found myself in what appeared to be a hospital examination room.

I was joined a moment later by an equally confused looking healer. He was a middle aged man with slightly balding sandy hair and the expression of someone used to be surrounded by idiots. He wore standard healers robes that I had seen on Madame Pomfrey the multiple times that I had needed to see her and gazed at me with barely hidden contempt.

"Why in the name of Merlin did a house elf just appear in the lone solace that is my office and transport me in here?" he asked with clear irritation

"He's a touch enthusiastic?" I said trying and failing to lighten the man's mood "Listen, I'm sorry, I'm perfectly fine, but the elf thought I was hurt"

As I tried to walk out of the room however, pain shot through my body and I fell over, crying out again as my sore ribs hit the ground.

The healer just sighed and levitated me onto the bed "Fine is the last thing how are and, Merlin you're Harry Potter" noticing my immediate concern he added "Healer's oath prevents my from talking about patients to anyone kid, I'm Healer Cox by the way"

It took him a few minutes and several diagnostic charms to ascertain just what was wrong with me. The immediate problem was two cracked ribs and the heavy bruising surrounding them. The more he murmured the incantations of those spells, the more his brow furrowed in obvious concern.

"Listen kid" he started with the barest hint of hesitation "I'm going to need an honest answer to this, are you given enough food to eat?"

"Theres always a lot of food at Hogwarts" I replied trying to deflect what he really meant

"Do you eat much of it?" he pressed

"I guess" I answered meekly

"Well I'm going to repair the damage that whatever didn't happen to you did and then I'm going to prescribe a round of nutrient potions, to be taken three times a day after a large meal"

"Do I really need them?" I asked fearing that the Dursleys would never give me anything resembling a large meal

"Yes you do" he said with authority "Your physical development is directly tied into your magical development, if you don't grow properly, you will never gain your true magical potential"

"Oh" I replied dumbly "Umm what if I can't usually get large meals?"

Healer Cox just stared at me for a moment before taking out a sheet of parchment and started writing things down.

"Are you saying that you don't know about your rights as heir to a noble house?" He asked slightly dumbfounded

"A what?" I replied confused

"Ok, here" Healer Cox started "I normally wouldn't do this but you are perhaps the most famous wizard in the country and I suspect I know who is responsible for this so listen up. I will write down a list of things you are to do today before you go back to where ever it is you live. First is to go ask the goblins about estate of the Noble House of Potter."

"The what?" I asked still confused

"Don't interrupt me" Cox said in an irritated monotone "You are rather famously the last living Potter, and as such you would have significant resources available to you and even if you won't be able to access all of them immediately, there should be more than enough to let you live comfortably as you follow this potion and nutrition regimen. Depending on their particular will, you may also be able to leave whatever situation you are currently in."

"Are you serious?" I asked proving that it isn't possible to ask too many stupid questions in a row

"Do I look like a man who kids about much of anything?" Cox asked rhetorically "I am also writing down a list of books to, among other things, help you learn how to brew these nutrient potions yourself once you're done with your week's supply. If I know Severus Snape and I've had the poor fortune of meeting the man, you'll need them."

"Th-thank you" I stammered "How can I repay you and how will the Hospital be charging me?"

Cox grinned "Don't worry kid. For one I will be billing your Gringotts account directly and two I suspect that I've just disrupted the plans of a couple people I can't stand. Trust me, that's repayment in itself. Now get outta here and see if you can't make your life just a little bit better."

I left the office not quite understanding just how much my life was about to change.