Chapter 2 – Scared Adults

Nine-Year-Old Harry James Potter awoke with a jolt. His cupboard under the stairs was lit up by a glow emanating from his body. His body was tingling all over. It was a thousand times stronger than the other times he had felt this. He felt sadness, remembering the last time he felt anything near this strong was when his parents were alive. His scar began to hurt, the fragment of Voldemort's soul being forced out by the ancient Potter Magic. He felt light, a weight lifted off him as a black wisp floated in front of his face, before popping out of existence. Suddenly, emotions were rushing through his mind, seemingly colourful and more realistic, their suppression and drain on his power finally removed. He knew he was small and scrawny, but he never thought he would feel this good. He sat on his old and lumpy mattress, wishing his life would be as good as his dreams. He dreamt about a woman with red hair and green eyes holding him, loving him, being a mother to him. She wasn't there for him anymore, only available in his dreams. The man with messy black hair and glasses much like his own was the same, loving and fatherly, yet only visible in his dreams. As he thought about them, his mind seemed to grow at an alarming rate, increasing his happiness tenfold. He knew he wasn't a freak. His uncle Vernon was wrong. He was a wizard. Had his uncle and Aunt been lying to him his whole life? These were some of the many revelations he had as the knowledge and magic of the Potter Legacy manifested itself in him.

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As Harry was coming to terms with the knowledge and power sent to him by Potter Manor, a new entry was being made into a book in the Ministry of Magic. The book was known as the book of Elders, only able to be read by Heads of the most ancient and Noble Houses. The new entry read:

"Harry James Potter ~ 9 ~ Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter."

The book had been forgotten by all, except for the most powerful and most learned wizards of Britain. It was a book of emancipation. Whenever a clause in a most ancient and Noble houses' House charter was put into effect, the heir in question would be emancipated automatically, bypassing normal wizarding law and being able to take vengeance against those who had wronged them. Harry James Potter was at that moment, made an adult, able to become Head of House.

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Albus Dumbledore was not worried by much. He was sitting in his office, examining the Invisibility cloak of James Potter. Too Busy in His search for a sign of the Deathly Hallows, he did not notice the erratic whirring of a silver object increase to an impossible speed. Being one of the most powerful wizards alive, his wards upon his office did not let him hear the change. Suddenly, the machine returned to normal. The headmaster never noticed, a problem he would never be able to comprehend the beginning of.

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"Get up Boy!" shouted Vernon Dursley. He wasn't the most intelligent muggle, Harry's uncle never seemed to remember that Harry couldn't get up until his cupboard door was unlocked.

"Get up you little Whelp!" shouted an even angrier walrus-like man.

As Vernon Dursley grabbed his keys, he noticed a distinct lack of noise from under the stairs. "Yes!" He thought to himself. "The little blighter is asleep! Time to get beat my hard earned money out of him..." After unlocking, He opened the door; the cupboard was devoid of all human life. No Harry Potter. All possessions of the little urchin remained, but no sign of him. Vernon didn't know what to say. He was happy he wouldn't have to waste any more good food on the boy, yet his Petunia wouldn't be happy. She may have hated her sister with a maliciousness he never understood but she would never harm any child. He was angry also. How in the world, did Harry bloody Potter, an undernourished boy who struggled to mow the lawn, escape a cupboard with multiple locks upon it? WITHOUT WAKING ANYONE!

Suddenly, a multitude of pops alerted Vernon to the fact that he was no longer alone downstairs. "Master Harry Potter was hurt because of you! You must pay the Price to the most ancient and Noble House of Potter! You stole his bodily strength so we will steal your mental strength!" announced one of the elves, wearing a gold suit with the potter crest embroidered on his left breast pocket. The other house elves began to chant also, many in silver suits, some in bronze suits.

"BLOODY FREAKS GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" was all he remembered. The Nimble and Intelligent Potter House-Elves had apparated into the home, silencing the rooms upstairs. They understood what had happened; they were now bonded to Harry Potter. Vernon was sent insane by their magicks. All he could think or say was about freaks being in his house. As the house-elves left, they relinquished all wards and spells that were cast over Privet Drive.

Hearing their Patriarch shouting at who they assumed to be Harry, Petunia and Dudley Dursley rushed downstairs to see what was wrong. Seeing him shouting into an empty cupboard, they tried to calm him down. He just wasn't able to listen to reason anymore.

There were three knocks on the door. Petunia answered while Dudley tried to restrain his dad.

"Mrs Dursley," asked a police officer.

"Yes?" she replied.

"We've received multiple reports from your neighbours involving screaming coming from your residence telling somebody to get out. Do you mind if we come in?"

"If you must, but there's really nothing wrong."

As the policemen walked into 4 Privet Drive, Vernon Dursley had another fit. He was rambling about freaks with glazed over eyes, no doubt in the mind of the Police Officers that they were looking at an insane man.

Talking into his radio, one officer called in "Sierra-Oscar this is nine-five. Yep john, privet drive. We've got an insane person here, need a place for him in the psyche ward. Roger that. Nine-five out."

"Mrs Dursley I'm sorry but we need to take your husband away. Its part of our duty to ensure the general public remains unharmed. "

"But...He's my husband!" cried Petunia.

"It's the law Mrs Dursley. We would recommend trying to get some sort of compensation from your husband's workplace, finding yourself a job also."

"Th-th-th-thank y-you?"

"Once again, we are sorry. Come on Sarge; let's get him out of here."

That was the last time anyone saw Vernon Dursley on Privet Drive. As the Police took her husband away, Petunia saw hope for her son and herself in the future. They would now stand a chance of surviving. He had always wasted lavish amounts of money on his gargantuan meals, never spending any of the money left to care for Harry on the poor boy. She had always tried hard to be nice. Petunia Dursley was a changed woman. She was a squib and she knew it. She vowed on what little magic she had that she would raise Dudley properly without the bad influence of Vernon affecting her son. No-one noticed it but a clause made By Lily in James Potter's will activated. Little did anyone know, The now smaller Dursley Family was set for life.

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Gringotts bank in Diagon Alley was the oldest wizarding bank in Britain. Why? No-one trusted anyone but the goblins with their money and priceless family heirlooms. The oldest of their accounts dated back to Merlin, yet the oldest of all their accounts were owned by the unknowingly richest wizard ever, Harry James Potter.

Lord Ragnok was head of Gringotts bank, also wizard-goblin liaison for meeting between the goblin king and friends of the goblins. As well as overseeing the general running of the bank, he followed the life of the Boy-Who-Lived, directly overseeing his accounts.

The goblin Al-Kesh unit or intelligence squad was not known among the wizarding populace. They used their own brand of goblin magic to remain safe and undetected, gathering information able to help their nation in some way for the future.

Griphook of the Atchsnegg clan was a member of this unit. He was the most skilled at infiltration and remaining undetected, earning him the honour of watching over harry potter. Reporting once per month until the boy was five, Griphook saw not a childhood, but torture. It was in his orders to not interfere unless the boy's life was directly in danger, straight from the Goblin King himself. As Harry turned five, Griphook increased his reports to once per week. Hearing all of this evidence laid before him, The Goblin King set a decree.

As powers set down by the Krashnal high council in 1336. I hereby decree No wizard shall harm harry potter while we watch over him. No harm shall come to his magical core while we watch over him. If the wards of his Ancestral Home are to seek him out, he will be removed from his relatives home and emancipated and mentored by us per the most ancient and noble house of potter's Charter. Griphook of Atchsnegg shall be his "angel" watching over him. I leave it to the personal judgement of Griphook as to when we will remove Harry Potter from his residence unless his life is in immediate danger. I hereby make this proclamation legal as the previous generations of the subject's family have been allied with the goblin nation.

Ragnok heard a thud and looked up. Griphook was standing before him with a small boy, not much bigger than himself, in his arms. Foregoing the traditional gobbledygook, they spoke English as no such words in their language could describe what had happened to harry potter.

"Griphook Atchsnegg. May your enemies suffer and your gold increase."

"Lord Ragnok. May your gold increase and your enemies suffer." Griphook spoke with a haste that made the importance of the meeting apparent.

"My Lord, this is Harry Potter. He is undernourished and lacks the medical treatment he should have had. We need to get a healer in here immediately as only the wards of Potter manner kept him alive."

"They finally adjusted to him. This is good news in a bad way Griphook. He is now a legal adult and can take up his many titles; however we need to heal him as soon as possible. Lay him down here," said Ragnok, magicking a bed into existence.

Waving his arms in a complex motion, Lord Ragnok called on the magic of the very Earth in which the vaults were delved into, the magic of the Gringotts building and the magic of the Potter ring, stored in his desk those 8 years ago.

"Földanya, gyógyítani ezt a barátunk nemzet. vigye be bankunk"

Chanted twice, Harry's mind translated some words into heal, earth, mother and bank. He didn't know what was happening but he was glowing again. This tingle felt so good. The magic flowed through him like warmth from a heater. As the glowing subsided, he was able to stand up and walk around. He felt great! He could breathe deeply! His backside didn't hurt and it wasn't till he did the embarrassing act of feeling his backside for the welts that he realised he was not alone.

"I'm s-s-sorry Mr..."

"Mr Potter you have nothing to apologise for. Please, take a seat," motioning to one of the overstuffed armchairs across from his desk.

Authors Note:

This is my first FanFic so the chapters will probably be a bit on the short side. Please review and maybe tell me how you want the story to go because any encouragement is welcome. It might take a few chapters for me to establish the background to the story.

DaRoHa