Disclaimer: By now everyone should know the drill dont own either Harry Potter or Braveheart.

This Is my first story so please be nice. I would like to think Jaden Shadow for being my beta.

On with with the story

July 30th it was a beautiful sunny morning and… it was time to get the ball rolling as the muggle expression goes. It was the day before my 16th birthday and I didn't know how I was going to feel the next day. The age 16 after all is when you come into any creature inheritance you have; it almost as important as age 17 when you come into your magical inheritance. At least according to Hermione.

As I walked through the doors I noticed that almost everything was back to normal. It looked like the money I had donated to the bank to fix what we had done was being put to good use. At least I felt so… I'm not sure about everyone else.

I could feel other wizards and witch's eyes following me as I walk to the nearest open teller. "Hello my name is Harry Potter and I need to speak with whomever is in charge of my finances." Almost as soon as I spoke I knew that I was going to be there awhile, it was just a feeling I had.

"This way please, Sharpteeth will take you to war hook your account manager." Say's the teller goblin with an almost smile. I couldn't tell you what was more disturbing the fact that a goblin had smiled (I think) or that it was aimed at me.

As I followed Sharpteeth through the back doors, I figured the only polite thing to do was try and start a conversation. And don't ask me why I thought this was a good idea at the time, I plead temporary insanity.

"So did Gringotts ever find the dragon we accidentally let loose?" And of course that question had to come flying out of my mouth.

"No, as a matter of fact we didn't; we had to buy a new one. And on top of that we have to spend money training this new dragon." He replied back with a glare.

After that I just let the conversation alone until we reached my account managers door, where he promptly knocked waited for the response and left. I barely had time to get the words thank you out before he was gone.

As I walked in the door I made sure I walked in as if I was an important person and knew what I was doing. Therefore I would not be wasting his time. According to Hermione to do otherwise was considered rude.

"Ahhh, Mr. Potter it seems you have finally received one of our letters." were the first words out of his mouth.

"Umm, excuse me, what letters? I have never received a letter singular or plural." Was the only thing I could reply back with.

"You mean to say that you have never received any of our audits or account summaries? Or even the letter requesting your presence at your godfathers will reading in three day?

"N-no sir, I haven't." It was all I could do to stammer out these few words with the way he was looking at me.

"I see well I will be looking into this at a later date. Here is a quick summary of any withdrawals or deposits within the last few days."

As I look down the only thing going through my head is, this can't be right, there has to be some mistake.

Withdrawal - Albus Dumbledore - 3,000 Galleons

Withdrawal - Ginny Weasely - 500 Galleons

Deposit - WWW's - 1,560 Galleons

Withdrawal - Dursley - 300 Galleons

Withdrawal - Albus Dumbledore - 2,000 Galleons

Deposit - WWW's - 2,000 Galleons

Withdrawal - Harry Potter - 575 Galleons

I quickly looked up, it was all I could do to keep my calm, I told him "There has been a mistake made, none of these people have authorization to have access to my vault."

And with that said, Warhook pulled out some document from his desk and passed them to me. "Do you mean to tell me Mr. Potter that this is not your signature on any of these documents stating that you are either donating this money to their campaign or adding them to your accounts?"

"What! Nobody else has been added to my account I didn't know I could do that. Wait you said accounts …as in…plural? I only have one don't I?"

"You are Lord Potter and heir of Lord Black; as such, your magical guardian should have been teaching you how to manage and invest with your accounts since you were eleven . That way when you reached age 17, you would be ready to be on your own. Well, no matter let's just look up your magical guardian . Hmmm. It says Albus Dumbledore, with that I have all the proof I need to verify him as a unfit magical guardian and give you this. As it was Lord Black's final request to Gringotts, we already had it partly filled out, we just need proof." He said, as he handed over a document.

As I pulled it closer to me to read it, I already knew I would sign it. After all Sirius would never do anything to harm me intentionally.

Warhook spoke as I read it over," Its emancipation papers just sign it and you will be considered an adult. And then we can go ahead and see about getting your money back….with interest. No one steals from our clients and gets away with it."

"Do ….Do you mean I wouldn't have to go back to the Dursely's, no matter what anyone said?" I could barely get the words out I was so excited.

"Yes and because you are a preferred customer we will waive the usual 5% recovering fee since it happened under our noses." Replied Warhook a little grumpily at that last reply.

"I will pay that Fee if you get my money back from the Dursely's as well. And I mean all of it." As I said this I couldn't help the not quite so nice grin that grew on my face.

I could see the puzzlement on his face. At least I think it was puzzlement. Before he could get one more word out, I decided to go ahead and tell him how I spent my childhood.

"Ahh of course…. You want revenge" he said.

I could only reply with "While I'm not normally that sort of person, I think in this instance I deserve it. I just want what's mine back"

"….. I understand you want retribution. We will get right on that." An with that sentence the rest of the meeting went pretty smoothly.

Later as I went back to the Dursley (for hopefully the last time) to get my things. I decided on a plan of action. I would go ahead and have Dobby fix up Grimmauld place since there was no point in buying a new place when I would be leaving in the next few years, anyway.

Living His Life