Harry's psyche snaps when his godfather goes through the veil.

He sits in his room at 12 Grimmauld Place in silence staring at the wall. A knock on the door doesn't turn his focus on the wall.

Krecher walks in and sees Harry like this. "Dirty Potter, kreacher told to talk to you by mistress Walburga Black. She worries for dirty Potter's well being." Kreacher said not really knowing how to approach this. He hated the boy but the look of stolen hope in the boy's green eyes was painful.

"I'm fine kreacher. Honestly." Harry says void of any emotion. "This is a nice wall, did you paint this wall?"

Kreacher was confused at the question so he answered truthfully. "Yes, kreacher paint walls."

"Good job, fine brush work. I've never painted a wall this well." Harry said emptying.

Kreacher raised a nonexistent eyebrow "dirty Potter paint walls?"

"Paint, clean, mow the lawn, cook dinner, clean clothes you name it."

Now this shocked kreacher. A wizard may at times use their magic to do an elf's work but dirty Potter was a Minor, to young to do that without being expelled from school.

"Dirty Potter do this Without magic?" Kreacher asked frightened at what he was imagining.

Harry nodded and kreacher swallowed "have your house elves helped you?"

"I don't have any. I was the house elf in that house." Harry said causing kreacher to nearly have a heart attack.

"A wizard being treated like a house elf? Who did this to you?" Kreacher said strained.

"My mother's sister and her husband. And I was treated like Dobby not like you." Harry said still not putting anything in his words, not even a twitch.

Kreacher growled at this. He knew how Dobby was and knew damn well how bad that elf was treated. If dirty Potter was telling the truth then kreacher had to do something.

"Have you told anyone?" "Kreacher, people hear what they want to hear. My Hogwarts letter was addressed to 'cupboard under the stairs' I've tried telling people. I gave up fighting a losing battle and had Sirius not been my godfather..." Harry trailed off at that and kreacher realized the real depths of this boy's depression.

"Master Black was a promise of escape and acceptance." Kreacher said getting a nod from Harry.

"Kreacher what happens after an elf dies?" Harry said confusing the elf once more.

"The elfs head is displayed proudly with the rest of the ones that have helped that house."

"I think getting turned into a bank would be a good thing to do with my corps." Harry said causing the elf to panic.

Sirius told him to deliver a letter to dirty Potter if Sirius didn't come back and kreacher was gonna delay it till it was destroyed but now he saw that letter could save this broken child.

Kreacher walked out and brought back an envelope. He handed it to Harry and said "master said to give this to Dirty Potter. Kreacher wasn't gonna but now kreacher thinks it's important."

Harry opened the letter and read it.

'Staglet,

If you're reading this then I didn't survive the badass rescue I pulled. I'm sorry, I know I was a way out of your 'relatives' and I want to give you everything I owned.

No arguments. Everything even the porn stash under the master bed. You're the new Lord Black and the goblins know it. The house is yours to do with as you will. Just give a 1000 Galleons to the twins and tell the order to get the fuck out.

In this envelope is a few things that you're gonna like. There's a surprise for you in garage out back.

Dogfather, Padfoot.'

'Everything. I get everything. This wall, this floor, this...house!' Harry thought then realize what was written.

He handed the letter to kreacher and asked him to read it to him to make sure it was really true. Was he free?

After kreacher read it Harry reached into the envelope and pulled out a wallet and a keyring. The wallet had a driver's license with his information on it

Sirius taught him to drive the summer before.

Harry got up and said "kreacher, anyone asks tell them I went out."

Harry walked out back and opened the garage door. Inside was the motorcycle he was eyeing.

Midnight Black with green lightning bolts. This was a custom bike and it was for him. A black jacket with metal spikes on the forearm and shoulders with a green H on the back confirmed it.

Harry put on the jacket and gloves then put on the helmet. He got on the motorcycle and started it. The only sound was the click of the key turning and the pur of the motor.

"Silencing switch, sweet." Harry said smiling.

He drove off and drove for the night. He decided to go to Gringotts.

Finished

I'm sorry about my other story, it's not abandon its just stuck and I'm trying to finish it.

Harry's license has a charm on it so he's let off with a warning if he gets pulled over.