This is my first published fanfiction in years. I hope there will be someone out there that likes it... Well, we'll see.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything HARRY POTTERwise. ButI think everyone knows that. I also don't make any money with this. Even if I could use it.

Chapter 1

In the cold hallways of Gringotts the goblin named Griphook was carrying a small bundle in his arms. A living, breathing one. A human child to be exact. As the pair of them slowly made their way into the deepest part of the ancient building, the infant began to stir.

It opened its eyes for the first time that day and the fierce looking goblin met the unbelievably green gaze of Harry Potter, the child that had been scarred by one of the darkest wizards of their era. The child, which would be known to the wizarding world as their 'savior' and as the only being to ever survive being hit with the unforgivable killing curse.

The goblin could not help but feel regret in his heart, for he was there to do the bidding of the head goblin, and his orders were to lock the child into the ancient Potter vault.

Harry Potter was a ward of Gringotts now. A possession given into the goblin's hands for protection by the great Albus Dumbledore, so that the boy-who-lived would not come into contact with any human beings until it was time for him to be brought out of hiding again.

Until it was safe.

Until he no longer could be corrupted by ideas that could be detrimental to the plans of the old wizard. Or until the child was needed again, because Albus Dumbledore, defeater of Grindelwald, supreme Mugwump, was not at all sure that the dark wizard that had destroyed the boys life tonight and had before that attempted to do the same to the British wizarding world at a whole, really was dead.

If that was the case, Harry Potter would definitely be needed again.

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Yeah, well didn't happen much in here. More to come.