Chapter 2: Air Horn

Tap, tap, tap. Harry looked over at the window to see an unfamiliar owl trying to get in. Opening the window for the letter bearing bird Harry untied the letter from the proud bird that quickly took off again. Harry sighed, he had asked that people leave him alone for a little while, so who would write to him? Opening the letter, Harry groaned, Dumbledore. Why can't the old man just leave him alone?

Harry,

I have noticed that you received an announcement of the reading of Sirius's will. I must ask you not to go because you would not be safe outside of the wards. You must remain within the wards so no one can hurt you.

Dumbledore

Harry balled up the parchment and flung it into a corner. That settled it! He was going to the will reading even if it was only to stick it to the old man! 'The wards will keep you safe'? Bullshit! He had received years of punishment and abuse at the hands of his 'relatives', keep him safe from Death Snackers, maybe but they didn't protect him from his 'family'. Screw this! He was leaving the Dursely's home ASAP!

Three days later:

It had taken a while but he had finally figured out when Mundungus Fletcher was on guard duty. He was breaking out, tonight.

Later that day:

Harry cracked open the door to his room. He could hear his cousin and uncle's snores, they were all asleep. Opening the door all the way, he hauled his trunk out and carefully carried it down the stairs, trying not to make any noise. He put his trunk next to the door before going to get his other things.

Quietly unlocking the door, Harry crept outside and set off down the street. Fletcher was passed out under an invisibility cloak and wouldn't be waking until dawn, as usual. After he had walked a few blocks, he stuck out his wand and was, once again, nearly run over by the knightbus.

"Hey, Ernie, look! It's Neville!" Stan said to the elderly bus driver. Harry smiled and quickly paid the fee for the bus to take him to the Leaky Cauldron. After being tossed onto the floor every five minutes for who knows how long, the bus arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry exited the death trap, I mean, knightbus and after pulling a hat on low over his forehead, entered the pub.

"A room for the week." Harry said in a deep voice, not wanting to be mobbed by fans and/or Death Munchers. Tom handed him a key and Harry dragged his trunk up to his new home, for the week. It is July 1st.

The next day:

To the Scion of House Potter:

It would appear there are many discrepancies within your account. Please come to Gringotts Bank at your earliest convenience. Ask for Bearclaw, manager of Potter accounts.

Sincerely,

Bearclaw, Potter Accounts Manager

"Looks like I'm going to the bank." Harry said and he stuffed a hat on his head before heading down to the alley.

Somewhere in Scotland, an old bas...man smiled. His weapon would never disobey him. If only he knew...

Gringotts Bank:

Harry walked up to a teller and waited until the goblin finished writing notations within his ledger. "I wish to speak with Bearclaw, Manager for the Potter Accounts, please." The teller looked slightly surprised with this polite request, used to dealing with stuck up purebloods who order everyone around. Compared to them, this young man was a breath of fresh air.

"Right this way, young sir," the teller said, causing a bunch of purebloods to start at the almost friendly way the goblin spoke. They immediately thought that this young man must be someone very important before they saw his tattered cloak. Who was the young man that received such respect from the goblins?

Harry followed the teller down a series of hallways before coming to a stop before a door with a rampant griffin crest. He knocked and heard a gruff, "come in," before he opened the door and walked in.

"Good morning, Bearclaw," Harry said as the door closed behind him. "I am Harry Potter. I understand that you wanted to see me?"

"Ah, welcome, Scion Potter. It is good to see you. I'm afraid that before we can proceed we must confirm your identity. If you could take this dagger and allow a few drops of blood onto this parchment, I would be most grateful." Harry took the simple dagger and made a small cut upon his finger, allowing several drops of blood to fall before the cut healed. A moment later the parchment read: Hadrian James Potter, son of James Charles Potter and Lily Marie Evans Potter.

"Hadrian?" Harry muttered, "I never knew that." Bearclaw frowned, this was worst than they thought.

"Well, Scion Potter, I am glad to meet you finally." the goblin said. "We were supposed to meet no later than your eleventh birthday but instead you were brought straight to your trust vault by a bribed goblin, who has since been... dealt with. In an ideal world, this never would have happened but it did, therefore we must work with it."

"Thank you," Harry said, before frowning, "why do you keep calling me 'Scion Potter'?"

The goblin was shocked, he didn't know? He was the heir to one of the most politically powerful houses in the wizarding world and he didn't know!? "I call you Scion Potter because you are the heir to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter and once you become an adult, you will take up the mantle of Lord Potter." Harry's mouth dropped open, that was not what he expected to hear. "We will need to test you for any other houses that you can inherit but that will only take a moment." Bearclaw rose from his seat and took a quill and inkwell from a shelf behind his desk. Harry didn't move, he was in shock. "Scion Potter? Scion Potter!" Harry was jolted out of whatever la-la land he had just visited. "Please take the dagger and fill this inkwell with your blood." Harry quickly followed the account manager's instruction. When he was finished the goblin took the quill and, after filling it with blood and the potion that had been in the inkwell before, placed it on a large piece of parchment. The quill began to write.

Five minutes later it stopped and Bearclaw looked at it in surprise. A normal procedure like this would take at least fifteen minutes. He examined the parchment, his eyes growing wider with each line he read. 'This is very, very bad.' the goblin thought. He passed the parchment to Harry, who was watching him apprehensively. Harry looked at the parchment.

Hadrian James Potter, 'Harry', son of James Charles Potter and Lily Marie Evans Potter

Lines to Inherit: Blocked

Gifts: Blocked

Magical Status: Blocked

"I'm going to take a guess and say that this is a bad thing," Harry said, as he put the parchment back on the desk. Bearclaw's grip tightened on his chair as he nodded yes. "So... Now what?"

"Now, Scion Potter, we go and visit the Healers and try to get those disgusting, illegal blocks off of your mind, body, magic and blood. And after that, when we have a full list of the wrongs done to you, the ones who did this to you will face goblin justice, if I have anything to say about it." the goblin had practically spat out the words and he quickly stood, gesturing for Harry to do the same. Together the two marched out of the office towards the Healers.

That's all for now folks! I am glad everyone is enjoying it so far! Last I checked I had two reviews, eight favorites and twelve followers!

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