Hi, Thanks for all the support you have shown me, here is chapter two for your amusement. The end of this one has some harsh situations stemming from Harry's childhood, major abuse is talked about, so be forewarned. I will try not to talk about it heavily from this point on but I feel it's part of who Harry is and just how much he has had to overcome. The things that he mentions happening in school are in the books, they might be slightly exaggerated but not much. One more thing, this story will not contain M/M at least where Harry is concerned, Blaise will be explained next chapter.

Disclaimer: I am neither J.K. Rowling nor Square Enix. Damn It To Hell!

Professor Flitwick's Office Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Harry and Professor Flitwick had just made themselves comfortable when Ragnock walked into the office. Ragnock looked around at the sparse decoration and smiled when he saw the mountains of books strewn around the room. It gave the impression of a serious scholar while hiding the true warrior at his son's core. He waved the guards to wait outside and turned to the two seated gentlemen. "Again I would like to thank you for taking the time to meet with me Mister Potter. It is indeed an honor to talk to a fewynt that comes close to meeting the Goblin Code of Conduct." At Harry's questioning look he continued, "Mister Potter Goblins in general admire two things Ruhun and Suhao or Honor and Money, there are others, but those are strictly for Goblins in matters between Goblins. You, Mister Potter, have always shown us more respect and honor that we deserve and seeing that you now have the single largest amount of money in the wizarding world, well let's just say that you greatly peak our interest."

"So this is just all about money." Harry said with a huff of disgust.

"Not at all Mister Potter," the Ragnock hastily added, "it's more about Ruhun than any amount of Suhao, you see we goblins have a lot to atone for and most of it is where you are concerned Mister Potter."

"I'm listening," Harry said with some reluctance.

"Our Crysa, our shame, starts during the rise of Voldemort we goblins sat back and allowed countless families to die under that monsters hand. We could have done so much to stop him but we were a divided people and several of our senior managers took bribes to look the other way, we ignored treaty after treaty with various species. We withheld help to the vampires about artificial sources of plasma that could have freed so many of their kind from joining his forces just to have enough to eat to survive. We robbed the werewolves of means to control their curse, we helped fund the laws that drove them straight to that snake faced bastards arms. We helped hunt the last of the Fey, for a few galleons. We helped the wizards buy the land out from under the Centaur herds. We have so much blood on our hands Mister Potter from these crimes that we fear that we cannot gain our Ruhun back," the King of the Goblin Nation said with tears in his eyes. "But I fear we have failed you personally just as much as our brethren. By not stopping that damn monster and his followers when we had the chance I fear we are at least partially responsible for you parents deaths. The inheritance laws that your Ministry passed were used to rob several good people of their family fortunes, one you might know is Mr. Remus John Lupin, son of the late Lord John and Anne-Marie Lupin. Mr. Lupin should have been the heir to one of the eight largest fortunes in the wizarding world, but due to a law passed by your Ministry he could not be the Lupin heir because of his "Furry Little Problem." Your Godfather, Mr. Sirius Orion Black, is barred from inheriting his family fortune because an heir must be able to produce an heir and an overexposure to the dementors renders the victim sterile.

"So why should I trust you now, if your people have done so much crysa?" Harry asked never taking his green eyes off Ragnock.

"I had wished that one of the first words of Goblin you spoke would not be "shame" Mister Potter, but I now see that we will have a longer road to atonement that we thought," the King said bowing his head. "I am currently the first undisputed king the Goblin Nation has ever had, I have personally taken care of the undesirable elements in our government and we sincerely wish to turn our nation around. To understand why we want another chance you have to understand the birth of the Goblin Nation. The birth of my people starts at the same time as the House Elves, Centaurs, Vampires, Veela, and even the Werewolves, indeed all magical races stem from one source, Merlin. Merlin was ancient even before he met Arthur Penndragon, even older than legends say; he was the progenitor of the wizarding race. You see long before the rise of wizards, when the magic of humans was available to all humans, it divided into three tribes, the Warlocks, the Sages, and the Sorcerers. Each tribe was master of one aspect of being, the Body, the Mind, and the Soul; together they did wondrous things, some noble, some horrible beyond belief. Over time the three tribes began to disagree about certain things, in time these disagreements grew into fights, and then war. Merlin, the first master of all three forms of magic, decided that the fighting had to stop. He tried to get them to see reason but in the end they attacked him, in punishment for this crime, he sealed the powers of the tribes in what wizards today call their magical core. He made it so that they could only access their power through certain actions with focusing aids, such as your wands. As time went by some humans lost the ability to harness this inner power, they became what you call Muggles. Each year more and more lost the ability, add to this the fact that some Muggles started to hunt the wizards and you get the very real danger that magic in humans was becoming nonexistent. Merlin had pity for the wizards and took those he could find and trained them in how to properly use their abilities to hide from those that no longer had the gift. Once he had done this he took a vast amount of his magic and fashioned the magic races, to each one he gave a task, we don't know what each race was tasked with, but we just know that we have almost failed ours. The Goblins, Mister Potter, were tasked to protect them and to train them in how to fight. We were supposed to be guardians of more than just the gold of the wizards, we were meant to be your guards until the time came that you could protect yourselves."

"How have you failed sir?" Harry asked with genuine curiosity, "I know several wizards that are great duelist."

"Oh to be young and innocent again," Professor Flitwick supplied, "Mister Potter, I am a master duelist and I can state with great certainty that if I did what I do in a duel when I am in a real fight, I would be dead before it was over."

"My Cur is right Mister Potter, we let the wizards decline in abilities after the last Goblin War, the only reason we had so many wars with your people was to train them, to keep them ready to defend themselves."

"You never answered my question sir. Why are you offering to help me?"

"To be perfectly frank with you Mister Potter, you are as good a place to start as any other," the King said "that and to try and make up for the thing we did last month."

"What thing would that be?"

"Well you see we have a standard policy that every fifth wizard that we deal with we do something "interesting" to them as a matter of principle. In this case, a lowly member of the Inheritance Department got a letter from your Godfather stating that he wished to negate any marriage contracts on you. Everything was going good until the clerk noticed that this was the fifth thing he had negotiated that day, so he added a clause that stated should you become an adult before your seventeenth birthday all contracts for marriage would be immediately fulfilled. Unfortunately when someone entered your name in a contest reserved for adult wizards you legally became an adult last week."

"Well that explains what Hedwig was so upset about this morning," Harry said as it all began to sink in before suddenly roaring, "WAIT WHAT!" Power like the King had never seen before began to fall off Harry in waves.

"You really do have our sincerest apologies Mister Potter, but right now there is simply nothing we can do about it."

"Stop," Harry said holding up his hand, "Did you say contracts as in pleural?"

"Yes," the Goblin King squirmed wondering what his odds of getting out of this alive were.

"How many are they?"

"Six contracts that we know of, but hopefully not all of them are valid."

"With my luck, I don't have a bloody chance in hell of that happening," Harry said slumping in his chair, "So who am I married to."

"Well we don't quite know for sure, we have one of our senior goblins right now getting the eligible girls for you to interview."

"So you mean there is a chance I'm not married at this moment?"

"We don't know for sure, it depend on several things, such as the status of some contracts actually having female members, being the last of their lines, and if you have any outstanding life debts owed to you."

"Mister Ragnock, I have save the entire wizarding world at one point or another," Harry said pointing to his scar. "I am so screwed," he said right before letting his forehead strike Professor Flitwick's desk.

"When you are ready Mister Potter we shall make our way to the conference room," Flitwick said to Harry.

-HPatBW-

Hogwarts Great Hall

Snaggletooth had worked in the Division of Marriages for close to eighty years. He realized that he was getting up there in age, he couldn't see as well as he used to, his hearing was slowly eroding, and he just couldn't quite make the females scream out in ecstasy as often as when he was younger. Ah, good times. 'Now what was I doing?' the ancient goblin thought as he looked around at all the staring meddma credc, 'oh that's right some of the pedlrac were married to the A-1, milgo pycdynt.' The old goblin walked up to a young woman with long silvery blond hair, "Are you Fleur Isabelle Delacour, only daughter of Jean-Claude and Apolline Delacour?

"Non, I have a younger sister, but I am Fleur," the French veela answered.

"So noted, that will make this a little more interesting," he said as he handed her a letter, "please proceed through the door on the left side of the hall and don't open your letter until instructed".

Not bothering to wait and see if his orders were followed, he continued down the Ravenclaw table and stopped at another blond. "Are you Luna Anne-Marie Lovegood daughter of Selene Lovegood nee Dover?"

"Yes sir," the grey eyed girl responded with a curtsy.

"Kuut Milg, ouihk uha," the old goblin said with a smile as he handed Luna her letter and pointed to the door.

(Good Luck, young one)

"Dra cysa du oui Amtan," Luna responded much to the Goblin's surprise.

(The same to you Elder)

"Fa femm taveyhdmo pa fydlrehk oui," he said smiling as he moving on.

(We will defiantly be watching you)

Walking a short distance to the Hufflepuff table he approached a young lady with long auburn hair done in a braided plait. He always thought that particular hair color was intriguing swapping from red to brown depending on the light. "You are Susan Candice Bones, only daughter of Edgar and Erin Bones?"

"Yes," she said with a fair amount of curiosity.

"Do you have any other females in your family?"

"Just my Aunt Amelia."

"Has she ever been married?"

"Once when she was just out of Hogwarts, but Uncle Cecil was kill in the line of duty shortly after they married."

The older goblin just pointed to the door and continued on to the Slytherin table. Some of the smarter girls at the table watched him with anticipation, but strangely he stopped in front of Blaise Zabini. "Blaise Zabini, only daughter of Leonidas and Camille Zabini," Snaggletooth stated without looking up.

"No, I'm their son, and I don't have any sisters," Blaise scoffed nervously at the old goblin.

"I may be going blind and deaf young lady, but this nose is as sharp as ever. By the way you about to start your monthly; you might want to put a pad on," he stated handing Blaise the letter and pointing to the aforementioned door.

The strange little goblin's quest next brought him to the Gryffindor table where he stopped in front of two young women, one with fiery red hair and one with bushy brown.

"Lady Hermione Jean Granger, only daughter of Lord Daniel "The Dentist" and Lady Emily Juliet "Sweet Cheeks" Granger, Duke and Duchess of Gloucester, this letter is for you, please exit through that door."

He stopped for a second before pulling a knife from his belt, with a smooth and practiced motion he sliced his finger open and held it up to the air. After he closed his eyes and hummed for a few minutes he pulled another letter from deep in his uniform. "Ginevra Molly Weasley, daughter of Arthur and Molly Weasley, did Mister Harry Potter save your life two years ago?"

"Yes," the nervous girl croaked.

"Then this is yours, proceed through the door, there is only one more to collect here."

Snaggletooth resumed his march through the great hall mumbling in goblin all the way. He quest finally took him to the staff table where he stopped in front of the gray haired transfiguration mistress. "Minerva Tara McGonagall, daughter of Roy and Maggie McGonagall, last surviving member of the McGonagall clan," the goblin said watching the stoic professor nod her head. "Were you ever married?" he asked and when she shoke her head no he responded, "Then here is your letter please join the others in the next room, you will be informed what your letter says when Mister Potter joins you."

Headmaster Dumbledore interjected quickly, "If it concerns Harry and the other student's welfare, then I feel it is my duty to accompany you Minerva."

"As it is mine," said the large Headmistress of the French School Beauxbatons.

"Well, I'm going to protect one of my badgers and a very good friend," Professor Sprout said laying a hand on McGonagall's shoulder.

"I fear I must then attend to the safety of one of my snakes as well," the greasy haired git added.

They all looked at Headmaster Karkaroff, when he had stood to join them; he grinned and said, "What I'm just noisy."

Snaggletooth just shrugged as he followed them, it wasn't his place to tell them no.

-HPatBW-

Conference room off the Great Hall

Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

King Ragnock, undisputed master of the Goblin Nation was worried, strike that, he was scared shitless. After the display of power Mister Potter had put on in his son's office he was debating raising his status from A-1, the only problem was that was the highest tier they had. He noted that Mister Potter had taken the head spot in the conference room and decided that arguing about it was bordering on suicide. While he could no longer feel the power emanating from the young man, he was certain that the young man in question had not cooled off one bit; he was just set to simmer. The image of calm became slightly surreal when Mister Potters white owl landed on his shoulder and started glaring at him. He noted that Mister Potter remained calm as people filed in the room. His son went to stand behind one of his charges, a blonde dreamy eyed girl, who took a set next to the French champion. The room temperature took a marked decrease when a young man in green robes entered with a letter in his hand. 'Please Merlin, if you have any mercy today, PLEASE let him not be one of the brides.' Next came an auburn haired one, followed by a bushy haired brunette, and a red head. The temperature of the room had not improved much when a gaggle of older ones pilled in and sorted themselves out behind the teenagers. "How many?" came Mister Potter's question, who's gaze had not moved an inch, Hedwig was surveying the room and shooting her own icy glares with liberal abandon.

"Snaggletooth, please explain," the king ordered the aged goblin.

"Everyone with an envelope, sir is your bride."

The two goblins started looking for furniture to hide behind when the temperature of the room suddenly got a full three degrees colder (Celsius). "I count seven envelops, you said six contracts, explain now," Harry said in a voice that was almost devoid of feeling. Ragnock was not fooled for a minute, especially when that ruddy bird's gaze was nailing him to the floor.

"I believe that one of them is a life debt owed to you sir," Snaggletooth added quickly trying to relay respect in his tone, you didn't get to be an ancient goblin by not knowing the direction the wind was blowing.

Mister Potter closed his eyes, but the owl fixed Snaggletooth with a death glare, and asked, "Just one?"

"Yes Mister Potter sir," the ancient goblin responded debating trying to edge toward the door. If they could find anything male to try and mate with that scary owl they might just have an army of unstoppable super owls, as it was that thing had a glare that would make a basilisk greener with envy. He seriously doubted they could even get a Rochester Randy to do it. The Rochester Randy was the single horniest dragon species know, one had actually be caught trying to mount a VW microbus with nine hippies still in it, they didn't even need to oblivarate the hippies, most people chocked the story up to a bad LSD trip.

Sadly for most of the wizards in the room they had Harry's earlier display of power, anyone want to take bets as to who would open their mouth in this situation? Anyone?

"Does your arrogance know no bounds," the greasy haired one sneered. (Anyone not guess him?) "Your little pampered life so difficult for you that you now need all these women to wipe your backside? You, boy, are just as useless as your worthless father."

There comes a time in every goblins life where they know that the end is near, they work hard for that time, they plot, they plan, they dream about the time when they can say without a doubt they have looked death in the face and welcomed him with as a friend at the end of their journey, Ragnock hadn't made that time yet, but he might have just seen the reaper wink at him today.

Harry's eyes were still closed at the moment, but Hedwig's were locked solidly on Snape, who had the sudden impression of being weighed and measured. (Five foot eleven inches tall, 154 pounds, knotty pine with satin liner narrow width) When Harry did open his eyes they seemed to glow with an eerie internal light, Hedwig's normally blue eyes had changed to match her master. "You think you know me do you?" Harry asked the assembled group, "you think you know what my life is like, you think I want a wife, especially one I didn't pick? Let me tell you my life, the earliest memory I have is the time I accidentally called my uncle Da. It was an innocent mistake, I was two and a half and had heard my cousin call him that many times, I looked up at him when he gave me my single slice of bread that I was allowed to eat that day and said Thank you Da. I still have the scar where he rammed my head through the kitchen door. Did you know that until the age of five when I attended school, I thought my name was Freak or Boy, it is still the only thing my uncle will call me. Oh my life was just ducky, bacon slightly over done, I got a beating then locked in my cupboard. When Dudley got a bad grade in school, must have been the freak's fault, let's teach him the errors of his ways, thirty lashes then nothing to eat for three days. Little six year old shit dropped an egg on the linoleum while I was trying to make enough breakfast to feed an army, my aunt held my hand on the hot frying pan till I pissed my pants then I was thrown into my cupboard. Dust on the mantle that was too high for me to reach, I lost a tooth to the broom handle to my jaw. My uncle gets passed over for a promotion, little Freak did something to me, Dudley gains a new punching bag for thirty minutes, then it's my uncle's turn for a hour. Each and every day of my childhood before Hogwarts I am beaten, belittled, and starved, then each night just like magic all the bruises and broken bones disappear. Oh my uncle absolutely loved that when he found that little fact out, gave him a challenge, something to strive for each night."

"Oh I can see the looks of shock on your faces, well at least things got better for "The-Boy-Who-Lived" when he gets to Hogwarts right? Guess again. I will admit I thought it wasn't gonna be too bad at first, that lasted all of ten hours, the first time I meet real wizards and witches I get mobbed, not something an abused child wants let me tell you. The first people I meet my age that can do magic are Draco Malfoy and Ronald Weasley, there are two sides of the same coin for you. Sure ones rich and the other is poor but they both are as arrogant and biased as it gets. Oh sure Draco is the obvious choice for being a jerk with mudblood this and pure-blood are the best that, but Ronald now there is someone on hindsight that I should have know not to trust. The first thing he wanted when he found out my name was to see the bloody scar on my head, like I should be proud of the thing that reminds me every single day that I am just as much of a freak in this world as in the other. Shortly after I get here what do I find? You make the day I lost my parents into the biggest feast in the entire year, did it ever occur to you geniuses that I might now want to celebrate the day I became an orphan, and let's not over look the fact that each and every bloody Halloween I have had in this bloody world something bad has happened. Let's look at my first year shall we, I have to save someone from a full grown mountain troll that one of the idiotic teachers lets in the school. Sure Ronald cast a spell at it, but he stayed as far away as humanly possible and made sure he had a escape route if it all went pear shaped. Then it looks like someone is trying to hex my broom out from under me, did anyone investigate this? How about the time that me and several other students were given detention in the Forbidden Forest while something is actively hunting unicorns with nothing for protection but the grounds keeper and a dog that makes Scooby Doo look like a Lion. And let's not forget the topper on the crap sundae that is my first year here at this school, just who's brilliant idea is it to hide the one thing that Voldemort wanted more than anything else in the world in a school full of innocent children. So I have to face that bastard that killed my parents again, you know most soldiers get at least some minimal consoling when they kill someone for the first time, I didn't even get so much as a sorry our hiring practices are so shitty. So after I kill a teacher by charbroiling him, I get sent back to my personal hell, guess what two weeks in some bastard warns them that I can't do magic while there. Thank you for the beatings that time, they really tried to do their best that time."

"That brings me to second year, which I will admit started off with a bang with the slightly psychotic house elf that seemed to want to kill me to save me from dying. Oh well at least he had good intentions. Did any of the teachers at this insane asylum think that rumors that one of the students was the "Heir of Slytherin" would be something that they might want to put a stop to. Do you know what it is like to be ostracized by an entire school? I do. When push came to shove that year did I have any help in the chamber? No, I have to face a sixty foot snake and a creepy copy of Voldemort again with nothing but a flaming chicken and a three foot sword. Does anyone know how many wizards it takes to defeat a basilisk usually? I do I looked it up, the answer is fifteen adult wizards and that one was only thirteen feet long. So I almost die again at this school, quite frankly I have forgotten the number of times at this point. Again I'm sent back to my relatives house, same treatment."

"Third year was a blast, I don't even know where to begin with that year except to say I have a personal hatred of dementors that I doubt I will ever really get rid of. How the ward of this school let a mass murdered masquerade as a rat for over a decade I will never know. That's not even counting greasy's word that my innocent Godfather is really guilty. Did you know he never got a trial, I do because I looked."

"This year has been just stellar, terrorists at a major sporting event, no quiddich, having a teacher legally cast one of the unforgivables on me and my class mates, having my name put in a contest I didn't enter, almost getting kicked out of my house, and now married to seven women. Let's just look at them shall we, one that thinks I'm a "little boy", one is my best friend that happened to side with our house over me, one that has a crush on "The-Boy-Who-Lived", one appears to be a boy, one is old enough to be my grandmother, another who I remember actively spreading the rumor that I was the "Heir of Slytherin", and finally... I'm sorry I don't have anything against you, I just don't know you. So there you have it my life is predestined to suck donkey balls, so if it's not too much of an inconvenience, Kiss My Ass, I'm leaving this damn place the first chance I get."

With this Harry left the stunned assembly and went in search of something to blow up.

Snaggletooth sighed, "well that went better that I thought it would."

Next chapter: Reactions, Revelations, and Ramifications.

Goblin for fun and profit:

meddma credc = little shits

pedlrac = bitches

milgo pycdynt = lucky bastard