"SIRIUS!" Harry screamed as he watched his godfather fall through the veil. He ran after him, past Remus who grabbed him.

"He's gone Harry! He's gone! Can't you see that?" Remus yelled, trying desperately to keep Harry from following Sirius.

"NO! He just fell through. We need to grab him, please! PLEASE!" replied Harry, who was by this point sobbing and screaming.

Remus was about to try and calm him down when they heard an insane cackle. "Aw, did inckle baby Potter lose something.", Harry stilled, "I suppose that my blood-traitor cousin can't help you now! No no no I made SURE of that."

Remus was blasted back as Harry's magic began to pulse. Harry turned to face the insane w(b)itch who killed the last of his family. He saw her laughing, neither of them noticing the violent, spinning magic glowing red with black wisp around Harry. Harry only barely noticed or cared when he did see it. He knew that he had broken the bindings on his magic, that Dumbledore placed on him as a child. The goblins told him when he first entered the wizarding world.

They had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was

"Yeah, that's a goblin," said Hagrid quietly as they walked up the white stone steps toward him. The goblin was about a head shorter than Harry. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

"Like I said, Yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it," said Hagrid.

A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in avast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Hagrid and Harry made for the counter.

"Morning," said Hagrid to a free goblin. "We've come ter take some money outta Mr. Harry Potter's safe."

"You have his key, Sir?"

"Got it here somewhere," said Hagrid, and he started emptying his pockets onto the counter, scattering a handful of moldy dog biscuits over the goblin's book of numbers. The goblin wrinkled his nose. Harry watched the goblin on their right weighing a pile of rubies as big as glowing coals.

"Got it," said Hagrid at last, holding up a tiny golden key.

The goblin looked at it closely.

"That seems to be in order."

"An' I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore," said Hagrid importantly, throwing out his chest. "It's about the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen."

The goblin read the letter carefully.

"Very well," he said, handing it back to Hagrid, "I will have someone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!"

"Parden me sir but could I see the person in charge of my vault instead. I want to make sure I handle the vault currectly if I'm to begin making withdrawls." Harry said before the cart-goblin could take them away.

The teller blinked, surprised by the polite question "Of course, Mister Potter. I will call for someone else to take you to see your account manager, while Griphook takes your companion to get what he needs. Razortooth!"

Hagrid looked confused by Harry's decision to split-up but just left with cart-goblin. Another goblin slightly taller than the rest came up to Harry.

"Follow me Mister Potter." the goblin, Razortoth he assumed, told him.

They went to a side corridor into a hall lined with doors. Each door held what looked to be the names of goblins. Harry had begun to think of what he wanted to do.

"Sir, is there a certain way I should greet a goblin, or something I should avoid saying or doing." He asked Razortooth. Razortooth looked at him, suprised and confused. "What?" Harry asked, seeing the look.

"I apologize Mister Potter, but you surprised, me. Wizards normally don't care whether or not they are being polite or rude. The traditional way to greet a goblin is for the elder to address the younger, you. Then you would greet the goblin by stating their name and station and wishing the days blessing to them. When leaving a good farewell to use would be 'May you gold flow like the blood of your enemy's' it shows that you accept the goblin's desire for profit and proficiency in battle."

"Yes sir, also if it isn't to much trouble, please call me Harry. I just wanted to make sure that I wasn't rude, If what Hagid says is true this is the only wizarding bank in Britain. If my bastard of an uncle has ever taught me something worth knowing, it is that you don't piss off those in charge of your money."

Razortooth just grinned as he that. Then he frowned at the implications of what he said. They stopped outside of a room labeled Bloodtooth. Razortooth knocked once sharply, earning a call to enter. The office was a bit large. It contained a mahogany desk with a goblin in a chair that seemed throne-like. Across form him was a similar chair and a small side-table. A goblin who looked quite a bi like Razortooth greeted them.

"Good morning my son, what can I help you with?", he asked. Then he saw Harry and his eyes widened a bit." My appologies, good morning child, based on the hair and eyes I would guess that you must be Harry Potter."

Harry nodded, before remembering the conversation he had just had. "The day's blessing to you Account Manager Bloodtooth." he greeted

Surprised, Bloodtooth blinked, "Well, well, well not many wizards are so polite. How may I help you Mister Potter?"

"I would like to see any information you have on my vault. I need to know its condition as well as any withdrawals between the time of my parent's deaths and today, as I only just learned about the vault today."

Bloodtooth had been livid at that. When asked what was wrong, he explained how Albus Dumbledore had been making monthly withdrawals for nearly ten years, as well as taking a few things from a family vault that Harry would have access to when he turned seventeen with claims that Harry himself had requested. For him to be unaware of the vault at all meant that Dumbledore had been stealing from him. That lead to a long two hours where, because they felt that they owed him for allowing his vault to be stolen from, Bloodtooth had him examined for spells, He had a mind block, compulsion and loyalty charms geared to multiple people (many of them Weasleys) and a block on his magic. They were able to get everything but could only weaken the block. They said it would erode over time, but would make using magic a difficult task for the first few months at Hogwarts.

Harry shook himself out of his memories, he would remissness later. Now, now he was going to kill the bitch who destroyed his last chance at being happy. She must of noticed his anger because takes off running taunting him about how she killed his last chance at a family. There was no way in Hell that Harry was going to let this bitch get away. He knew that he had to do something, so he raised his wand and directed his magic, that was still swirling around him, at Bellatrix with only a single thought, DIE! swirling red and black mass around him surged towards the woman as she neared a door and slammed into her back, she let out a scream of agony as she fell to the floor. She began to age rapidly, her turned white, and her smooth skin shriveled up. As she let out a raspy breath she turned to dust.

Everyone had gone quiet. The Death Eaters looked at him with a mix of fear and relief? Harry supposed that she was a bit like a rabid dog, but honestly that's why she was in Azkaban, for being a psycho bitch who enjoyed torture to much. The Order looked at him with open fear and disgust. They likely thought that he had used some type of dark spell. Malfoy, now having lost both the prophecy and Belletrix called a retreat, as the Minister arrived with aurors, all of them seeing the Death Eaters. One auror shot a stunner at the retreating Death Eaters and hit Pettigrew.

The room was silent again now. Fudge couldn't very well deny Wormtail surviving now. Harry, still in a state of fury, was suddenly hit with what just happened. Sirius was dead, even if the veil didn't lead to death the curse he was hit with was the same green curse that haunted Harry's nightmares. He felt dead inside, killing Bellatrix didn't even help the situation. He walked up to Pettigrew's form, gaining everyones attention. He stopped nexted to the man and shot a cutting curse at the mans neck, severing it. He felt a dark satisfaction that he quickly stomped out. He took Pettigrew's head and tossed it at Fudge, who screamed in fear.

"Do you think I was lying now?" He asked Fudge."You people, you make all of these rules. Then you only follow them when you want to. The law states that all criminals, must be given a trail within one year of imprisonment, Sirius waited twelve. The law says that the use of magic in self defence in the presense of a muggle is allowed, yet you still tried to prosecute me for saving my cousin as well as defending myself. You yourself passed the ban on blood quills, yet I was subjected to one daily, WITH YOUR APPROVAL! You want me to shut up about Voldemort, FINE, you won't get any help fro me when he takes over. I won't be there to help."

Remus's head snapped up, "Harry what do you mean by that?"

Harry ignored him, he turned towards the veil that his godfather had flown through moments before. He reached out with his magic trying to find some trace of Sirius. But it was already gone. Then he walked through the veil. Remus, Neville, and Luna were the only ones screaming for him to stop. Neville and Luna, both followed him. They had next to no one left and had been known that Harry would need them. Luna had somehow known this would happen and had spoken to Neville before. She told him that should Sirius die Harry would follow his family. Neville and Harry were like brothers. His grandmother was told by Dumbledore to hinder him by forcing to use his fathers wand. When he hesitated at agreeing with Luna she told him that the veil was just a way to leave this life, not to die. He just decided to go with it.

So this was a spur of the moment story. I'm going to put up a poll for Harry's digimon, Neville and Luna will come in after a few more chapters. Also I'd like to point out that Harry will arrive early into Adventure01, until then.

STAY INSANE!