The 14 year old Harry woke in his bedroom, in number 4 Privet Drive and sighed he had dreamed about a battle Hermione and Ron was by his side, nothing except that was really clear and he couldn't remember much. 'What a weird dream' he thought to himself, he noticed a book laying by his side.
He couldn't remember reading before bed last night.
He picked up the book the cover was blank and as he opened the book a letter fell out, it was addressed to him. The pages in the book was blank and that unnerved him, a chill ran down his spine when he remembered Riddles diary. He opened the envelope and took out the parchment inside out.
"Dear Harry,
If you are reading this, then I succeeded in bringing this back, to a point before everything went wrong. I know you are most likely confused, but to put it simply: I am you, from the future but that is not important right now. I would advice you to get out from Privet Drive right now. Pack your things and get out of there, things are about to happen, things that will put everything out of your control.
Remember there are people who are guarding you so use your wits, I do not know where they hide but if you are lucky they will not see you.
Take the Knight Bus, go to Diagon Alley and hurry to Gringotts. In there, try and get a goblin to talk to you, then ask for Griphook you will remember him, he was there when you went to Gringotts for the first time. When you see Griphook say in a loud and clear voice, that is very important do not let your voice waver "Griphook, I Harry James Potter, friend of the goblins beg sanctuary of the Goblin Nation". This will help you, trust in me when I tell you that the goblins will help you. Be respectful and honest with the goblins.
I promise that everything will get better if you do this. This is all for now, remember to follow your heart.
Signed Harry James Potter, Blacksteel Irontooth, Lord Potter-Black, Friend of the Goblin Nation.
P.S. the book will be blank until you go to the bank, remember to take this to the bank with you"
Harry looked at the letter, it was written with a handwriting, that looked almost exactly like his own. How silly was it to believe this, but still if it got him away from Vernon's harsh belt. His back still arched from the brutal beating yesterday. Harry would do it, he would follow the letter. He went downstairs and saw his uncle, "What are you doing down here boy?" he sneered
"I just want my trunk uncle Vernon, then I will pack my things and get out of your hair."
"If you think that I will drive you somewhere, you are sorely mistaken boy."
Harry nodded "Don't worry sir, just let me pack then I will go and you will be free to do what you wish."
His uncle nodded "Very well." he stood with great difficulty and unlocked the cupboard, Harry wrestled his trunk out and up the stairs.
"Boy come here."
Harry sighed he knew it wouldn't be that easy "Yes, uncle Vernon."
He got downstairs and saw his uncle with his belt in hand, Harry sighed silently he knew this would hurt, but if that was what it took to get out of here, then that's what he would submit to.
"Take your clothes off and bend over the couch." Harry bend over the back of the couch stark naked, he knew that his aunt and cousin was visiting someone and wouldn't come home soon, or he wouldn't be naked.
"This is just so you remember, you are worth nothing and you are a freak of nature. Count the blows." his uncle sneered.
Harry nodded and waited, he hissed when the belt struck, and the buckle dug into his shoulder "One" he said clearly, the second hit his rear end and again the buckle dug in "Two". He felt something pulse through him and as he said "three" the pulse got stronger, this whipping continued until Harry was sure he would pass out, he hurt all over "twenty-seven" he got out between clenched teeth, the last three blows landed on his behind and he knew, he wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a long while. He hurried to put his clothes back on, with every last bit of strength and stubbornness, he willed himself upstairs. He would never give his uncle the satisfaction, of seeing him collapse from the pain.
15 minutes later when Harry pulled himself together he packed all his things and made himself ready, there was no need to set Hedwig free, as Dumbledore had taken her away. This would be hard but he was nothing if not resourceful, he dragged his trunk down, and looked at his uncle
"Uncle Vernon if you would be so kind as to help me out, just say I shouldn't come back before midnight or something"
"Why should I, Boy?" He growled
"If you don't, you risk me coming back in a few minutes."
"Fine." he tossed Harry out along with his trunk "And don't come back before midnight, you hear boy?"
"Yes uncle Vernon."
Harry turned and stalked down the driveway with his trunk, he mumbled under his breath "At least I can do my homework now", he continued to the park and from there into a small wooded area, when he couldn't hear anyone following him, he put his wand up and with a bang the Knight Bus arrived.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus: Emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor for this evening." Stan looked at Harry, "Well if it isn't you again, well get on, get on I don' got all night."
Harry got onto one of the beds before the bus jumped into action he held out some coins "I want to go to Diagon Ally."
"Good," Stan nodded and gave him a ticket and his change.
One nauseating ride later he stood in front of Gringotts, and he thought to himself "Its now or never," he walked inside.
The goblins were working, there was one or two who ran back and forth with folders, he cleared his throat.
"Excuse me sir?" the goblin stopped in its tracks looking shocked.
"Yes?" the goblin said.
"Is Griphook here?"
"Yes, do you wish to speak to him?" the goblin was polite but he never smiled.
"Yes, if you could get him I would be very grateful, thank you."
The goblin looked floored and hurried away, the goblin soon returned with another in tow.
"I am Griphook, what can I do for you?"
Harry took a big breath to steady himself, for some reason he was nervous,
"Griphook," Harry said with a shaking but clear voice, " I Harry James Potter, friend of the goblins beg sanctuary of the Goblin Nation."
Every goblin stopped what they were doing, and every head turned to look at him, "Master Potter scion of the ancient and noble House Potter, I Griphook will temporarily grant you sanctuary, until you have spoken to Lord Ragnok, come with me."
Harry was shown into an office, outside on both sides of the door stood two menacing looking goblin guards. A goblin sat at a desk in the office, it was bare the walls was made of stone and the floor was marble. Behind the goblin was a tapestry showing scenes from a battle, the goblin looked up and nodded.
"Hello Master Potter."
"Hello sir, thank you for seeing me."
"I am Ragnok," the visibly shaken goblin said "You have pleaded sanctuary of Gringotts."
"No sir I have pleaded sanctuary of the goblins." Harry wondered why every goblin seemed shaken around him.
"I see," Ragnok waved his hand and nodded "take a seat."
Harry was about to ask where when he spotted a chair beside himself in front of the desk "Thank you sir." he sat down and the chair was comfortable, that was not something he was used to. But he was still careful when he sat, his backside protested at every movement.
"I need a little blood master Potter," Harry looked up sharply and Ragnok tried to comfort him, "to confirm you are, who you say you are."
He gave Harry a knife and Harry quickly pressed his thumb down on the point and placed the bleeding finger on the parchment Ragnok gave him.
"I will be back in a minute, master Potter wait here." Harry nodded while he studied the healed finger and as the door closed, he pulled out the previously blank book on the the cover it said "Victoria Vero, et Fides". Under the text was a family crest, on the right it had a golden lion reared to the left ready for an attack and on the left it had a red dragon, it was ready to battle the lion. Between them was a white fleur-de-lis, all was on a deep green background
Harry opened the book and inside there were written something, exited Harry read it:
"Harry, good job in the bank, now I will try to help you, do not worry you are not in trouble. I presume they have lead you into Ragnoks office, if they have everything is fine, if not you have to insist on seeing him.
Now Ragnok is the leader of Gringotts and thereby a powerful man, remember to be polite and honest he will know if you lie.
You have to ask him about your inheritance, this is very important, by doing that you will get away from the Dursleys.
If your summer was as I remember, I know you are hurt show your back to Ragnok and he will be on your side.
Tell Ragnok that your magic is as strong as Blacksteel, he will know why.
This is all for now, Harry get some rest after you do this and remember: you will find Victory with Faith and Truth"
The door opened just as Harry put the book away, Ragnok walked in with Griphook, they sat down Griphook beside Harry on a chair that popped into existence and Ragnok in his chair.
"Now master Potter, what possessed you to seek sanctuary with us?" Ragnok asked
"I..." Harry sighed "I read that it could be done and I did it because I wanted peace."
"Where did you read this? Not everyone is a friend of the goblin nation, this knowledge is sacred."
Harry pulled out the book "This appeared in my bed." Harry opened the letter and let Ragnok read it
"I see," Ragnok mumbled as he quickly skimmed the letter "May I see the book?" Harry handed the book to Ragnok wordlessly "That is interesting."
"What is interesting sir?" Harry asked
"That this book is made with both wizard and goblin magic, it is a curious object infused by the makers spirit, charmed to only be read by one person, I guess that person is you." he looked directly at Harry
"Well sir, the book said, to ask you about my inheritance, but why I'm no one special." the goblins looked at him like he had two heads, but Harry continued undisturbed, "It also suggest that I should show you something, but I'm not sure that it will be wise."
"Do show me master Potter, this book is not made with evil thought so show me."
Harry nodded, stood up and pealed his shirt off, the goblins eyes widened when they saw how malnourished the small boy were. When Harry turned his back to them they both gritted their teeth and Griphook growled, Harry turned and flinched when he noticed the twin expressions on their faces.
"Griphook get one of our healers in here now, young Potter is now the first human in over a hundred years, that have been granted sanctuary in Gringotts and with the goblins."
Griphook hurried out, Harry was about to put on his shirt, when he was stopped by a hand. Ragnok had placed a hand on his arm.
"Sir, thank you for the sanctuary." he said with honesty shining in his eyes.
"You are a friend of the goblin nation, and thereby protected by us and our kind."
Griphook returned with another goblin, this one was female, the goblin saw Harry's back and growled causing Harry to flinch again.
"Lay down young Potter" Harry noticed that they now addressed him with young instead of master, Harry did as they asked and laid on the cot, that had appeared in the room. "This is not simple neglect, this is abuse and torture of a child. He is malnourished, has badly healed bones and was whipped repeatedly by someone. He has also torn through blocks on his magic and he has several charms on him. Some of these are compulsion charms others are suppressors they will suppress some personality traits. Who has left this child in that environment?" the healer said.
"May I ask your name miss?" Harry asked, the healer nearly dropped the jar she just picked up.
"My name young Potter is Silverhair, I am a healer and will help you with your wounds." Silverhair began to put a paste on Harry's back and he sighed as it gradually stopped hurting "Now young Potter, you will keep calm and not jump around while your back heals, do you understand?" she said sharply, she knew some kids would jump around after a few minutes.
"Yes ma'am," Harry looked at Ragnok while he carefully pulled his shirt on still sitting on the cot, "Why do you call me young now?"
"Why we call you young Potter now but not earlier?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, you are now considered a part of our nation and therefore a child of our race, that is why you are addressed as all our children is addressed by one who is not a family member."
Harry nodded that made sense, "Thank you ma'am for your help," Harry said to Silverhair, who got all flustered, "Why are you all acting like this when I'm polite?"
"Because young one," Silverhair said while taking his hand "no wizard or witch who come in here are nice to us, they think themselves above us because we are goblins."
"That's stupid" Harry said with conviction "You are people and one should never forget their manners to people." he quoted his aunts lesson on behaviour, even though her lesson was 'You are a freak and you will never forget to do or behave as normal people, and be polite to everyone or I'll make you regret it.' Harry figured it wasn't important to say it word for word.
"You are a good boy, little one" Silverhair murmured "Now drink this, it is medicine and will make you better, it doesn't taste very good but it is good for you."
Harry took the vial and drowned it, he coughed as the horrible taste registered on his taste buds, Griphook gave him a glass with water, of which he hastily took a deep drink.
"Well done little one," she helped him up and herded him to the chair, that had turned into a loveseat, by the desk again, she gave him a bowl and a spoon, "Now try to eat a bit of this soup."
"Now young Potter, your inheritance is here," Ragnok held up a folder, "You are the sole living heir to the Potter line and your parents left their entire fortune to you, ending up in about 5 million galleons, and you have investments in both muggle and magical businesses. You also own property, a house in northern Italy, a beach bungalow on a hidden island in the Aegean Sea, a house in Godrics Hollow which is now a ruin and of course you own Potter manor."