"Enough."
The entire room of previously arguing adults turned toward the boy who had just won the Tri-Wizard Cup.
"Harry?" Dumbledore spoke first.
"There has been enough arguing. If you don't believe me Minister," He put his wand to his head and pulled a long silver stream of memory from his temple. "Take this. Watch it. Don't. Your opinion means little to me. You can be helpful, or you can be in my way. This cursed being killed my parents, my friend, and so many more. I won't let him rise to power again. Dumbledore, I must ask you to either train me or I will find a way to train myself."
"Harry, that is not…"
"Fine, do as you wish Dumbledore. I assume my semester here at Hogwarts is over, my exams are cancelled due to the Tournament after all." Without waiting for a response Harry turned on his heel and began the long walk to the gates of the grounds.
"Mr. Potter, welcome. How is it that I can help you today?"
Two weeks after his stand against Dumbledore and Fudge, Harry had arranged a meeting with his account manager at Gringotts. He discovered that he must have one when researching his family history in a book during his stay at the Leaky Cauldron a week before.
"I am not sure you can to be honest. I believe you won't know the truth, as it has not been revealed to the public yet, but Lord Voldemort is back. I saw his rise. I am looking for ways to bring about a way to end the man. I know you have access to my family's vaults and I was wondering what all I, as the final heir to the name Potter, would have access to."
The large goblin stroked his pointed chin for a few moments before answering the boy. "You would have access to nothing outside of your trust vault until your fifteenth birthday. I hope you understand that each House creates and sets the by-laws for their family. I could arrange for certain things to be revealed to you. However, I would need to get a copy of that memory to enact the old tenants of the bank."
Harry nodded, this counted as the fourth time he had pulled this memory from his mind in the week since he moved into his new home. He poured it into the vial he pulled from the pocket of his robe and handed it to the Goblin. The boy nodded to the Goblin. "My owl will arrive in three days to collect any information you can give me." With that, the boy left, his Wand safely tucked back into his robe pocket as to not antagonize the guards.
Harry stepped into the Alley and walked down the dark Knockturn Alley. This was far from Harry's first time in the area, that being in his second year, but he had explored this way several times while staying at the Cauldron. He turned down the second right he came across all the way to the end of the row. Slowly, after raising the hood on his dark robes, Harry pushed the door open and stepped inside the shop.
"Ah, the Wolf returns. And what can a poor shop keep do for you today?"
"Mr. Chafric, I require a few items that only you can provide. I assume you are willing to help me?"
"After that display the last time I ignored your request, I am still cleaning that by the way, I would help you faster than I would the Dark Lord, provided you've told me the truth."
"Good. I need you to begin bringing in Wand Cores. Exotic if possible, numerous to be sure."
"Crafting a custom Wand there? Mighty difficult business that. Could kill you if you aren't careful."
"Let me worry about that. If you do a good job, I'll let you start selling the ones I don't need."
The tall, dark-skinned man nodded his head and bowed to the cloaked being in front of him. With that decided Harry left the shop and went to the Dark Realm, the Inn of the Alley, and flooed home.
Harry stepped from the fire place in the greeting area of his new house. A simple three-story house with four bedrooms, several baths, a large dining area and a common area. Dobby popped into the room and bowed before Harry.
"Harry, you've returned. How was yous meeting with the biggy Goblin?"
"Good, things may change again for us. Have I received any mail?"
Dobby handed him a small stack of letters. Taking the letters and moving to the large chair in the common room Harry started looking through them.
Dear Harry,
Where have you gone? Dumbledore told me not to bother writing as you had yet to respond to anyone, but you left without saying goodbye. What happened when you were in that maze? What happened when you spoke to Fudge and Dumbledore?
Please write back,
Hermione.
"Interesting, Dumbledore is attempting to cut me off. Not unexpected but more of a move than he is really known for. I'll think about returning the letter."
Harry,
I know you don't like me much, and see me as your best friend's little sister, but we here at the Weasley House are worried about you. Ron says I am not supposed to write and mum and dad agree, but I can't sit here and let you disappear. Mum and dad are spending more and more time away from the house, talking about the formation of some type of Order or something. Dumbledore is here a lot as well.
Lots of whispers are floating in the house recently.
Please, just tell me you are okay.
Ginny
"This is actually a surprise. Dumbledore is bringing together his most trusted. I wonder who else he is bringing in." Harry set that letter with the other.
Pup,
Dumbledore told me what happened that night you left. Showed me the memory as well. Not going to lie, I am offended that you have yet to send me a letter to tell me you are well, but I understand. Dumbledore is rebuilding the Order of the Phoenix, his own group from the first war. If you need help, I will gladly help you. Just respond. You've been gone for two weeks, and the world is falling apart around us.
Padfoot.
Sighing, Harry finished the final letter. Slowly he wrote his responses to each of the three souls brave enough to defy Dumbledore to write him. He waved his Wand over each parchment before sealing them and sending them out with Hedwig, telling her not to wait for a response and head directly to Gringotts after each was delivered.
After a small meal, Harry moved up stairs and slept.
