Disclaimer: I am not Superman(Even though I wish I was) Nor am I J.K Rowling, which would be equally as nice, but since I'm not, I don't own anything sadly. Although no one said anything about not being able to play in the sandbox that is Potter-verse.

NOTE: I have abandoned this for now, if you want me to continue, please check bottom author note.

As the sun beat down upon Privet Drive, a gentle breeze flowing through the empty street, a raven-haired boy sat looking out of a second floor window at the nearby park, where a group of small children played. He sighed as he watched 3 of the children play on the swing set merrily. Stepping over to the small cot, he sat down for a moment before prying up a loose floorboard, reaching in and pulling out a book, a tawny brown quill and a roll of parchment,'Might as well start that essay,' He thought sullenly.

Harry Potter had just finished he's fifth year at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. After getting off the scarlet locomotive, he was greeted by Moody, Tonks and Miss Weasley, his best friend Ron's mother. They were all part of the order, a secret group for the light led by none other then Albus Dumbledore,'I can't believe that Albus is sending you back to those muggles for the summer.' Miss Weasley said disdainfully. Ever since the he first met her, Miss Weasley has always been over-protective when it comes to Harry, which he didn't mind most of the time, except when it got him more attention then he wanted or needed.

Harry looked to the older red-headed woman,'You don't need to worry about it, it's just a couple of weeks,' He said softly, 'I lived there for ten years, I can handle a couple of weeks just fine.'

Miss Weasley studied Harry for a second before sighing,'Fine, but be careful alright? Don't give that muggle any more reason to hate you.' she said, putting emphasis on muggle.

At that point, Moody came over to Miss Weasley and whispered into her ear, before walking away. Harry looked towards them, wondering what Moody had said. Miss Weasley nodded to the grizzled auror, 'Well you better get going. Remember stay out of trouble.' Harry nodded as he was gripped in a bone breaking hug. As he began to see spots, her grip started to loosen till he was standing on his own. She looked to him one more time, 'It's not your fault.'

Harry looked to the older woman, back and shoulders stiffening. He nodded slowly. He took a deep breath and walked towards the barrier and towards his uncle, who had a deep scowl on his face as he saw Harry approaching,'Get in the car boy.' he snarled at Harry. He nodded quickly and got in the small car.

As the car spluttered and roared to life and began to roll down the busy street, he looked out the window, watching as other cars passed and were passed. Harry looked to the front to see his Uncle looking at him periodically through the rear-view mirror, his face turning a deep red colour. After about half an hour in the small car, Harry stumbled out and made his way for the house, dragging his trunk behind him. As he came through the front door, Vernon grabbed him by the collar of his baggy hand-me-down shirt, 'Listen, I don't care what those freaks say, just keep them out of this house or else!' Vernon sneered at Harry, who nodded quickly. As soon as Vernon let go of his shirt, Harry darted up the stairs with his trunk into his room. He leaned against the door and let out a long breath he was holding.

He looked to a cage that sat on top of the trunk, which held a beautiful snow white owl,'Well, at least I have you Hedwig.' Harry said quietly to the owl, who hooted softly in response. He took the cage and put it on a the desk near the window, brushing off a couple of Dudley's discarded toys to make room. He knew of what Mad Eye and some of the Order had said to his Uncle, or rather threatened to do to his uncle if they didn't receive a note from Harry every 3 days saying that all was fine, although he knew that if the order came to Privet Drive, things would be worse off then before.

Harry went over to his cot and laid down on it and covered his face with his hands as he thought of a few days before the end of the school year. He was in the Department Of Mysteries with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna on a mission to rescue Sirius, Harry's godfather, who Harry saw kidnapped by death eaters and held there through a vision from his scar. As they got to the prophecy room, they discovered it was an elaborate trap to get Harry and the prophecy of him and Voldemort. In the end, the Order came, including Sirius, to help Harry and his friends escape. Most of the order squared off with a death eater, Moody with Antonin Dolohov, Tonks with Lucius Malfoy, Sirius with Bellatrix and Professor Dumbledore with Voldemort himself, but as Sirius dueled with Bellatrix, she sent a stunner at him which lifted him off his feet and through the mysterious Veil. He screamed for Sirius, running and trying to get him to find one of the Order members held him back, mumbling that it was too late to save him. It was all his fault, he had brought them there, not even stopping to check for Sirius, and now he was dead. His only family. Harry sobbed in his bed and fell asleep soon after.

As Harry awoke, he heard Hedwig hoot softly next to his head. He stroked the head of his owl softly, her head nuzzling against his hand. He sat up and heard something fall to the ground. He looked over the edge of the bed and saw an envelope on the floor. He reached down and grabbed the letter and flipped it over, looking at the wax seal on the back,'Not from Hogwarts...' he said softly, thumbing the wax seal on the envelope slowly. He slowly opened the letter, pulling out it's contents.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We wish to inform you that in accordance to the will of Sirius Orion Black, scion of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, you are now recognized as the head of the Black family. This title comes with full emancipation, which entails lift of the magical restriction and the right to the Potter and Black family vaults. You are also granted the seat of the Potter and Black family in the Wizengamot.

If you wish to read the will, come to the bank and ask for either I or your account manager.

Please come to the bank to finalize the will in the next 3 days.

May your gold flow freely,

Director Ragnok of the London branch of Gringotts.

Harry's eyes widened and jaw dropped as he read this letter, not only was there a will, but he had to get to the Leaky Cauldron in 3 days. He ran his hand through his hair,'How the hell am I supposed to get to Gringotts in 3 days. Dumbledore probably wouldn't let me go this short notice to Diagon alley.' He looked to Hedwig, maybe Remus would help him. He was Sirius' best friend in school and after, after all. He needed to send the note to him anyways at some point, might as well do it now. He grabbed a quill and parchment and quickly scribbled down a note to Remus explaining and asking him to go with him to Diagon alley and not to tell Dumbledore. He tied the letter to Hedwig's leg, 'Bring that to Remus girl.' He said to Hedwig, she hooted and nodded her head and flew out the window. Harry walked to the window, watching the magnificent owl become smaller and smaller till he couldn't see her.

He sighed, looking out the window for a few minutes before walking back to his bed and pulling out his quill and parchment and started to do his transfiguration essay on animagus' to pass the time. As he put the finishing touches on his essay he stretched and yawned, then looked out the window to see Hedwig flying back,'Perfect timing.' He smiled and stood up as Hedwig approached and landed on his arm. She stuck her leg out to Harry, showing him a letter attached, he unraveled it and opened the letter slowly, pleading that it would be good news.

Dear Harry

Am I ever surprised to hear from you so soon! We hadn't expected you to send us a message after only a day.

But yes, I can take you to Gringott's, I owe Sirius this at least. I have also done what you asked and not told Dumbledore, though I don't see why you don't want him knowing

I will be there at 9 tomorrow morning, be ready to go then.

Sincerely,

Remus

Harry let out his breath, Remus had come through and would be here at 9. He looked at Hedwig and reached into his trunk and pulled out a small owl treat for her. She hooted contently, nipping lightly on his finger in affection before flying back to her perch. He looked at the small clock on the desk, 10:49 it said in blinking red numbers. He shrugged and changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed, pulling his thin sheets over him. He looked towards the beautiful owl,'Goodnight Hedwig.' he said. She hooted softly in response. He put his glasses onto his desk and fell asleep.

The next morning, Harry woke up to a loud buzzing sound, coming from near by. He grumbled and reached out for his glasses, only to have them handed to him. He jumped back, throwing his glasses to see a smiling Remus standing near his bed, 'You slept in.' He said simply, pointing towards the clock, 9:15.

Harry groaned and sat up straight, 'Sorry Remus, I was up late doing my transfiguration essay.' he said, nodding towards the scroll of parchment on the desk.

Remus grinned and nodded, 'Turning into Hermione on us?' Remus said, laughing. Harry soon joined in on the laughter, ' We should get going though, so hurry up and get ready.' Remus said gesturing at Harry's pajama's.

Harry jumped out of bed and ran into the nearby bathroom and had a shower and brushed his teeth. Five minutes later, he came out grinning, 'Let's go!' Harry said to his ex-professor.

Remus nodded and held out a small muggle ball-point pen. Harry grabbed hold and felt a tug at his navel. Thirty seconds later, the portkey dropped them off in the Leaky Cauldron. After they straightened them selves out, they walked towards the small archway at the back of the pub and Remus pulled out his wand and tapped a couple of bricks. As he tapped the last brick, the whole wall itself seemed to fold in on it self to make a marvelous archway, revealing a street lined with stores.

As Harry and Remus passed Florean Fontscue's, Remus turned to Harry, a grin playing on his face, 'We have a bit of time, want to go get an ice cream?' Harry, who had only rarely had ice cream, nodded his head vigorously. Remus laughed and patted Harry on the back, leading him into the ice cream parlor. Remus walked to the counter and looked in the glass display of all the flavours. He decided on a simple vanilla, while Harry, not really knowing what to choose, went along with vanilla. The girl behind the counter smiled and nodded, pulling out two cones, handing them to Harry and Remus. After Harry and Remus left the store, Remus passed Harry his cone, 'We should probably get to Gringotts, don't want to keep you to long.' Remus said, nodding farther down the street, where the white Gringotts building stood majestically. Harry pushed on one of the many golden doors which swung effortlessly on it's hinges.

Harry walked up to one of the open teller booths and looked to the goblin, 'Hello, I'm here to see Director Ragnok please.'

The goblin laughed cruely at Harry, 'We'll see, boy. What's your name?' The goblin said in a crackled tone.

'Harry Potter.' he said looking down to the rude goblin.

The goblin looked up from his desk, eyes wide at one of the banks biggest clients,'Of course Mr Potter, right this way.' the goblin said more smoothly, walking behind the counter. The goblin walked them down a set of corridors to another set of large golden doors, 'Director Ragnok will be with you in just a moment.' said the goblin, pushing the doors open to reveal a luscious office.

Harry and Remus walked to a set of burgundy chairs in front of a desk, 'Ah, Mr Potter, glad you could join us.' said a voice from behind them. They turned to see another goblin, dressed in a bronze-coloured suit,'I am Director Ragnok, I assume you are here to complete the will and sign the emancipation?'

Harry nodded, 'I'm also here to read Sirius' will, and maybe, my parents.' Harry said hopefully.

Ragnok looked confused, which was not an often expression of the goblin, 'You mean you have not heard it?'

Harry shook his head, 'No I haven't, should I have?'

The goblin shifted in his seat, 'Yes, your magical guardian should have shown you them a couple years ago.'

'Who's my magical guardian?' Harry asked the goblin politely, 'I thought it was Sirius or Remus.'

The goblin shook his head, 'No, there's a law in your ministry that restricts classified dark creatures from being guardians, same for convicts.' The goblin paused, 'What was he thinking, keeping it from the boy. He is in for one major ear lashing.' the goblin thought with a grin at the thought before turning back to the raven-haired boy and his werewolf friend, 'Your magical guardian since the age of one has been Albus Dumbledore.'

Remus shifted uncomfortably in his seat watching the young man in the chair next to his, who was fuming slightly. Harry breathed deeply, 'What power did he have over me during that time?' he asked the goblin coolly.

'He had complete control over your assets, where you lived, all the things a regular guardian would do.' The goblin said pausing slightly, 'Are you sure Albus never told you this?'

Harry nodded, 'He never told me, but now that I do know, I'm not going to let it sit. How much has he taken out of my vault?' he said, 'How much has this man manipulated me?' he thought angrily.

Ragnok pulled a drawer open and took out a roll of parchment and unrolled it, 'In the past 14 years, there has been a total of 1,213,459 galleons, 13 sickles and 4 knuts withdrawn from the Potter vaults.' He rolled up the parchment and looked to Harry, 'Not to worry though, you still have much left in your vaults.'

Remus looked both shocked and appalled. Shocked, because he knew his old friend had been rich, but never thought this rich and appalled that Dumbledore had done such a thing, 'Do you know where the galleons went?' Remus asked the goblin politely.

Ragnok nodded, pulling out a separate roll of parchment, 'A total of 968,372 galleons, 11 sickles and 1 knut has gone to the "Order of the Phoenix", whatever that is. The total of 220,000 galleons has gone to the Weasley family, and the remaining 25, 087 galleons, 2 sickles and 3 knuts was kept by Albus."

Harry looked to Remus, 'Did you know about this?' He asked testily.

Remus quickly shook his head, 'Albus has a tendancy to keep secrets from people for "The Greater Good".' he said holding his hands up in defense.

Harry breathed out through his nose and ran his hair through his hair, 'Is this enough to go to some kind of court?' Harry asked Ragnok.

Ragnok grinned, 'Why, I'd say so Mr Potter, are you saying you wish to?'

Harry nodded, 'I am, and please, call me Harry. I don't like being called Mr Potter all to much.' he admitted sheepishly.

Ragnok gasped, no human had ever asked a goblin to be called as an equal instead of a superior. This Harry Potter, he should watch him...but right now, he had buisiness, 'Alright, Harry, I will. Also call me Ragnok, no need for formalities, right?'

Remus looked at the goblin with an amused expression, being with Harry always had been interesting. He didn't know what was socially acceptable in the wizarding world, and even if he did know, Remus doubted he would care. 'Well Ragnok, I would love to chat some more, but we should probably finish up. Harry's not even supposed to be out, by Dumbledore's word of course.'

Ragnok laughed, which sounded very odd coming from a goblin, much like he was choking, 'Of course Mr Lupin. Well Harry, all you need to do is sign here, here, and here for the emancipation. After that, we can read the wills.'

Harry complied, grabbing the black quill that had been sitting on the goblins desk since the start of the meeting. Looking at it, he asked, 'A blood quill?'

Ragnok nodded, 'It's needed to make it legal and magically binding, but how would you know of blood quills?'

Harry flexed his right hand looking to the faded scar that read 'I must not tell lies', 'Umbridge always did like nasty punishments.' He said nonchalantly.

Remus gasped, a dark look haunting his features, 'Next time I get my hands on that Umbridge...' He said, a feral look in his eyes.

Harry looked at his friend nervously. He hated Umbridge as much as the next person, maybe even more, but he couldn't let Remus get a hold of her, he would most likely get sent to Azkaban for life. He grabbed the quill and signed the stack of parchment in a couple places, ignoring the stinging sensation in his arm. As he released the stiff black quill on to the desk, he slumped back into his chair with a resounding sigh. He looked to Ragnok, 'May I hear the will now?'

Ragnok shook his head, 'When wizards become of age, it is customary to check for blocks, trackers and the such and remove them if it is the wishes of the wizard.'

'What kind of blocks are we talking?' Harry asked the goblin, 'I had a feeling there'd be trackers, but blocks?'

The goblin looked to Harry sternly, 'Yes, blocks. A very powerful wizard can put these on another wizard, of less potential of course. It is best done to a younger child, as they are less likely to put up a struggle against the blocks. There are two major categories of blocks. One that will simply cut off a portion if not all magical flow. It can be directed to different strands of magic, such as mind magics and inner animal. The other is a draining block, that will latch on to a source of magic and drain it to an extent and add to the power of the caster.' the bronze-clad goblin said, walking over to a small table with a golden bowl and herbs, 'It's a simple potion to find out if you have blocks and which they are. It takes only a couple minutes, and all we need from you is a drop of your blood.' Ragnok explained, gesturing to a small ceremonial dagger sitting on the edge of the table.

Harry shrugged and grabbed the dagger, examining it as Ragnok prepared the potion. The hilt was simple enough, a bronze base with intertwining gold and silver strands towards the top of the hilt, where they came together to make the Gringotts coat-of-arms. As Harry finished looking over the blade, Ragnok brushed his hand's off, 'Alright Harry, just make a small cut and drip the blood into the basin please.'

Harry took the blade and ran it along his palm, making a cut near the middle. He grunted in pain and held his palm over the basin, watching as a small drop of blood fell from his hand into the potion. He pulled his hand back, flipping it over to keep it from dripping on the floor. He looked at where the cut was, to find it emitting a soft blue light. As it ebbed, his hand had been completely healed, not even leaving a scratch. Harry looked to Ragnok, obviously confused at this. Ragnok chuckled, which sounded very rough coming the goblin, much like Duddley after he's had one of those cigarettes he's so fond of , 'That's a very special blade, not to many like it. If someone gets cut by it, it releases a healing charm to seal it about 10 seconds later.' After Ragnok calmed down, he took out a piece of parchment, 'Now to figure out if you have blocks on you, all we need to do is put parchment into the potion, then take it out and read.' Ragnok said putting the parchment into the potion before pulling it out. He yawned before looking at the parchment, when he gasped, 'Mr Lupin, I want you to come take a look at this.'

Remus looked at Harry, a worried look in his eyes as he walked towards the goblin and passed him the parchment. He paled as he read the parchment. When he had finished the parchment he looked at Harry once then at the parchment before, his hands trembling, passing it to Harry.

Harry took one look at the parchment before turning ghost white. On the parchment, it read, 1 Major Core block/Leech(70), 1 Total Animagus block(100), 1 Near total Metamorphagus block(95), 1 Large Mind Magics block(50). Next to the readings, there was a stain of colour, the one next to the animagus block black, while the core leech colour was a dark yellow, almost orange. Harry looked to Ragnok and Remus, 'W-What do the s-stains mean?' he stuttered, looking at the sheet.

Ragnok looked at the boy with pity, 'It means power of the block. Usually, we only see some blues, greens, maybe some yellows, and in the most serious cases, one red, which is an amazingly strong block, but black...' Ragnok shook his head, 'We've never during the history of Gringott's encountered a black. I'm guessing he did the power leech first, then the rest. Seeing as you were young, you didnt have any resistance to the blocks, but to have to channel that much energy to block a mere child, it's unheard of.' Ragnok shook his head sadly.

Remus span his head towards Ragnok, nearly giving himself whiplash, 'But you CAN remove them, right? He said quickly, worry evident in his voice.

Ragnok nodded, 'We will, but we will need the team of curse breakers to do it. I think they are actually here today, just give me a couple of minutes to check.' Ragnok said walking out the door.

Harry turned to Remus, 'Who do you think did this?' He asked the werewolf

Remus looked down at the floor. 'He said that the darker the colour, the stronger the block. There aren't many wizards that have that sort of power...come to think of it I only know one.' he thought angrily. He looked up at Harry, 'I know of only one person who could do this. I'll give you three guesses who.' Remus said, his voice nearly rattling from anger.

Harry looked darkly towards the door, 'Damn, from the first moment he met me, he's screwed with my life. Not anymore, not again.' He said in a near whisper.

At that moment, Ragnok came through the doors, a small crowd of people including a small bob of red hair near the center and a small troop of goblins wearing more traditional garb opposed to the suits of the tellers and Ragnok, whispering following him into the room, 'As soon as they heard that you were in need of assistance, they came along quite quickly.' The goblin said slyly with a grin.

From the crowd of wizards came a bit of shuffling. About 10 seconds later, Bill Weasley exited from the mob of wizards, 'We all want to help Harry, and we don't care about wages, we could do it for free.' Bill said softly, nearly every head from the mob of wizards bobbed up and down a couple times.

Ragnok shook his head, 'No need Mr Weasley, I will fund this project personally.' Ragnok said with finality.

Harry smilled and nodded at the goblin, 'Thank you Ragnok, if you hadn't, I probably would have done it anyways.' Harry said gratefully to the goblin. Most of the wizards looked at Harry in a weird way, in disbelief at what they heard. Goblins never just give their money away for nothing, only if it means it will get them large profits or they believe it's worth the loss. The goblins were thinking along the same lines as the wizards about their leaders, and that maybe there is more to this Potter boy then they thought.

Ragnok clapped his hands together, 'We should get started, we are on a tight schedule as it is.' Ragnok said to the curse breaker team, which grunted in reply, 'Now, all you need to do Harry, is stand still for a couple of minutes while they work their magic.' the goblin joked, making the whole team groan loudly, and Harry chuckled quietly. Ragnok guided Harry to the center of the office as the team circled around Harry, holding their wands or hands in front of them. As they started the incantation, a blue beam shot out from every direction and hit Harry, bathing him in a blue aura. As they continued, the colours continued to get deeper and deeper till near the end, the casters were sweating slightly as a black aura bathed Harry for a couple of seconds before breaking. A minute after the spell was finished, the aura began to fade quickly as Harry collapsed to the ground. Ragnok sighed, 'It is done.'

As a couple of the wizards and goblins rushed forward to lift Harry off the floor, Ragnok put his hand up, 'Leave him, his magical core has just been released of it's restraints and overloaded his senses. Give him a few minutes and he will be...oh how do those muggles say it, ah yes, "Right as rain.".' A couple of the wizards nodded sullenly as they backed away from the pale boy as Ragnok looked on at the boy, 'He looks rather scrappy and scrawny, even for a boy his age...' Ragnok thought, watching the boy's chest rise and fall with his breath, 'I think we should run a medi-scan, just to be sure. Skullfang, go fetch a medi-wizard please.' The stout goblin in the robes nodded, hurrying out the door, presumably to a nearby floo.

Remus looked up from next to Harry, 'So all of the blocks are gone?' Remus asked the goblin, who nodded solidly. Remus let out a sigh as Skullfang came in through the door's with 2 medi-wizards dressed in green, who strode to Harry.

One of them kneeled next to him, looking down on his peaceful face, 'Wow, so this is Harry Potter? He looks pretty young.' she said grimly, barely looking up from him.

The other healer nodded, 'No one should have to go through this.' the other healer said quietly.

Ragnok cleared his throat loudly, startling the healers. He looked to them each, a hard look in his eyes, 'We have just finished removing a black-level block,' At this, the healers gasped, ' and I would like you to run a full medical scan of his physical and core condition. There have been no cases of this before, and this is NOT the time for something to go wrong.' Ragnok nearly growled towards the end.

The medi-wizards nodded and said a couple of words over Harry, making the wands shower aqua sparks over his body gently and after a minute, they dissipated. They turned to the goblin and bowed, 'The results will be ready for you tomorrow. All you will need to do is tap this parchment and say revealo Harry Potter.' one of the medi-wizards said to the goblin, handing him a small roll of parchment.

'Thank you. For our sakes, I hope this turns out well.' Ragnok said grimly, scowling at the bare parchment. The two medi-wizards nodded in agreement before they turned and left the office. He looked at the scrawny boy now sleepy in one of the armchairs peacefully, and wondered what this boy would have to face before the old man realized what he has done.

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A/N: Well, that's it for now I guess. I don't really love the idea of this story as much, I just couldn't stand deleting it after how much I've put into it. I am starting another story(Hoping to finish a bit in before I post, might be a while), and am also helping in a project of a fellow author.

If you really want me to continue this story, leave a review or message me, but I can't guarantee anything. Hope you liked it anyways! MartinTomBlack