Hello all, I'm baaaaccck! Thank you MagZ86 for the only review, this chapter is actually dedicated to you, because otherwise this would have sit to rot on my computer or on fanfiction!

Disclaimer: 'You really are an arse aren't you?' Harry said with a slight sneer.

'Yep, but considering you could be kissing Malfoy if I wanted, you should consider your self lucky!' I exclaim at the black haired boy, who eeped and turned towards the screen.

'Martin does not own Harry Potter or affiliated merchandise, it all belongs to J.K Rowling, now don't stick me with Malfoy please!' he whined.

'We'll see...'

Chapter 2. Confrontations & Confessions

As his eyes adjusted to the bright room, Harry James Potter winced as he felt his head throbbing mercilessly. He rubbed his head slowly and sat up, 'Finally up are you?' a voice said to his left softly. Harry swiveled his head around to see Remus sitting in a small, white arm chair, 'How are you?' he asked.

'Uh, fine I guess. Where are we?' Harry questioned his professor, 'Looks familiar, but not.' he said looking about at the stark white walls.

Remus chuckled softly, 'You are in St. Mungo's hospital. You had a magical overload, and you were out for longer then expected.'

Harry grimaced as he looked about the room, 'Do hospital wings always have to be so...white?' he asked, as he gestured to most of the furniture and walls of the room.

Remus smiled and shrugged, 'Something to do with cleanliness I think, easier to see dirt,' he said slowly, then grinned, 'or blood.'

Harry rolled his eyes at the werewolf's explanation, 'How long will I be in here?' Harry asked slowly, stretching his arms and sitting up in the stiff hospital bed, 'Or a better question, why? I thought this was low-risk.' he said, raising his eyebrow up in question.

Remus shifted slightly in the cheap, white armchair, 'After you went unconscious, two medi-wizards from St. Mungo's were called in by Ragnok. There hasn't ever been a case of a block as powerful as yours, and they wanted to make sure you would be alright, and maybe study it a bit.' he shrugged, before his feral grin returned, 'It could also be because of the,' Remus cleared his throat, 'Pressure, that Ragnok put on them to get this right. '

Harry laughed, 'I guess I made a good impression on him then.' he said with a grin. Moments later, the door to the room opened and a young woman walked in, wearing the standard green St. Mungo's uniform. Harry smiled at her and looked her in the eyes, 'So doctor, whats the prognosis? Am I free to go?' the nurse looked in confusion at what Harry said, to which he barked out a laugh, 'Never mind, muggle saying, am I aloud to go, or am I stuck here longer?'

'Ohh,' the nurse said before looking at her chart, 'Well, you are free to go I'd say, you just had a slight magical overload by the looks of it.' the nurse smiled at him, 'It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter, you aren't as bad as the Prophet says.' she said, looking upon the boy, smiling.

Harry sighed, 'At least some people can see through the rubbish of that rag.' he sighed loudly and turned to Remus, 'Well, we better get going then, we have lots to do, don't we Moony?' he said, his eyes taking on some odd, twirl-like effect to them, like but much different then that of the headmasters.

Remus burst out into laughter, confusing Harry to no end, 'Harry, when you said that, your eyes they started to...' he started then stopped and broke into laughter again, making swirling gestures with his arms like a complete fool, 'Like the headmaster, but spinning!' he said loudly before gripping his sides in laughter again.

Harry looked at Remus, totally bewildered, he turned, waved his hand without a second thought, causing a small mirror to appear in his hand, 'Well, I'll be damned.' he whispered before chuckling softly, as lo-and-behold, in the mirror was his reflection, but his usual emerald eyes had taken to turning about the center. He heard two gasps come from behind him, one from the nurse, and the other from Remus, who were both slack-jawed at the moment, 'What, is there something on my face?'

Remus looked at the boy for a moment as if he had grown a second head, before laughing again, clutching his now hurting sides, 'Only you Harry, wouldn't realize wandless magic when you've done it.'

Harry gaped at the mirror for the moment, and then his wand, which was sitting on the small, and still white, bedside table, then groaned, looking at his ex-professor, 'I wasn't supposed to be able to do that, was I?'

Remus shook his head, a smile still tugging at his lips, 'Not even Dumbledore could do that, even with the power we think he took from you.' he said grimacing as he said it.

Harry looked at Remus, clearly confused, 'But during the feasts, and in his office, and all those other times? I'm sure I saw him using it.' he stated firmly.

Remus smiled at his resilience, reminding him of Lily so much. He shook his head, 'Every time that he did that, he got the other professors to point their wands beneath the table and silently do the spells for him, to uphold his reputation.' he said, rolling his eyes at the end.

'I wonder what would happen to his reputation should everything be exposed to the Prophet, they always do love a good story.' Harry said smirking, and winked at Remus, who laughed loudly once again.

Moony looked at Harry shocked for a moment, 'Are you sure you aren't a Slytherin Harry? That is downright sly, if I do say so.' he said, nudging his late-best friends sons shoulder who only looked back at him, his eyes spinning, throwing out a feeling of mirth that was almost tangible in the air. Remus gasped quietly, 'The hat wanted to put you into Slytherin didn't it?'

Harry chuckled, 'Yep, hat wanted to throw me with the snakes, but Malfoy threw a bad light on the house so I asked not to be put into Slytherin.' he shrugged, 'I still haven't regret that choice.' he looked to the nurse, 'It still probably wouldn't be good for it to leak out to the presses that the "Boy-Who-Lived" could have been a Slytherin.' he said pointedly to the nurse.

She backed away slightly, eyes going wide, her hands going in front of her, 'Don't worry Mr. Potter I wouldn't tell a soul, anyways, I couldn't still, all healers take an oath of confidentiality before being aloud to treat patients.' she said, a slight panic in her voice as she saw the young man turn on her.

Harry sighed and ran his hand through his hair, 'That's a relief.' he said, before turning to Remus, 'We still have quite a bit to do today, so we should get a move on.' he said before stretching and standing up and smiling to the nurse, 'Thank you ma'am, have a good day.' with that, he walked out of the room, leaving a slightly shocked nurse and Remus, who was laughing quietly behind his hand, walked out behind Harry.

As the two walked out of the building, Harry turned his head to Remus, 'So where to first?' he asked the werewolf, walking down the busy street with no real destination.

Remus tapped his chin for a moment, 'Well, we should probably first get you out of Dumbledore's clutches, which will need a quick Wizengamot vote, and with Albus as the leader, that will not be easy.' he said, huffing slightly at the task ahead of them.

Harry stopped and turned to Remus, 'If ol' Dumbles was, say, abusing his power of authority over me by stea...I mean, taking money from my vaults without my knowledge,' Remus laughed a moment at his correction, 'and maybe ignoring the will of my parents, would that be enough?' he asked, his eyes wide with "innocence of a child".

Remus gaped at the boy for a moment, 'You think he went against the will of your parents?' Harry nodded, 'Then that is enough, a wizards will is always held in highest honor, and bar being against the law, is always acknowledged.'

Harry smiled, 'Well, I guess it would be a good time to visit the goblins' he said cheerily, which caused Remus to laugh.

'You do know that pretty much every wizard hates to meet with goblins?' he asked the small, nearly bouncing, young man, who shook his head in response. Remus shook his head and grabbed hold of the boys shoulder, 'Here we go.' he said before Harry felt the horrible of being squeezed and manipulated through a small rubber tube. He felt his feet hit the ground and heard a loud resounding crack.

Harry automatically put his hands up and boxed his ears, 'What the bloody hell was that?' he growled out, not liking the feeling of this form of travel.

The werewolf chuckled at Harry's discomfort before slapping his hand back on his shoulder, 'That, my boy, was apparition, believe it or not the favoured from of transport of wizards worldwide.' he said grinning at the boy.

'Bloody wizarding world is backwards if you ask me.' he muttered quietly, bringing a smile from Remus.

'That it is, Harry, that it is.' he said, leading Harry from the apparition point to the large marble building of Gringotts. They walked up to the teller counter, and stood in front of a goblin who was hunched over his desk, scribbling with his small gray quill. They stood for nearly a minute before Remus cleared his throat loudly.

The goblin looked up at the two, a sneer on his stout grayish face, 'What can I help you with, sirs.' he said with disdain.

Remus looked at the goblin for a moment, 'I'd like to see a certain will, the one of Lily and James Potter to be specific, if you please.' he said, attempting civility, which was rejected quickly by the goblin, by the pulling into a deeper sneer, nearly verbally snarling.

'One moment human.' he growled out, climbing off his teller booth and went through a set of large gold-studded doors behind the long teller booths. Harry and Remus stood there for a couple of minutes before coming back out with Skullfang, one of the goblins that had assisted in the block removals, 'It seems that you are being accepted for an immediate appointment.'

Skullfang stepped forward and beckoned towards the two wizards, 'Come Mr. Potter, Mr. Lupin, I will see you in my office.' he said, leading them through another large set of doors and into a nearby door, which opened into a comfortable office, much like that of Ragnok, but smaller, and less regal looking.

Harry smiled at the goblin, 'Good day Skullfang.' he said, nodding to the goblin and sitting down in a nearby chair, 'I do hope you have good news for me.'

Skullfang nodded and pulled a small envelope out of a desk, 'This is your parents will, which was surprisingly easy to find.' he said, placing the envelope on top of the desk, then sending it forward to the front of the desk, 'The only problem is, it was never executed, let alone open. Someone, most likely very powerful, must have stepped in and made an attempt to hide it in a Gringotts vault.' Skullfang smiled, 'The petty wizard never thought that goblins would honor a search for it.'

Harry's fists clenched the side of the chair, 'The old fool stepped in again, and screwed where he shouldn't've. Is there any end to this imbeciles interferences?' he thought bitterly, not noticing the chair blacken underneath his grip and start to crumble to ash. Remus put his hand on Harry's arm, causing him to jump slightly, and when Remus pointed to the chair then the pile of ash on the floor, Harry flushed a few tones red, 'Sorry Skullfang, I didn't mean to do that.' he said sheepishly, taking his wand out of his pocket, to be stopped by Remus, grabbing his arm tightly. Harry looked up slightly peeved at his Godfathers actions.

'Harry, there is NO wand use in Gringotts, period. Goblins will automatically show force to cause you to stop, and for goblins, there is no such thing as excessive force.' Skullfang said, his eyes wide at the human.

Harry blanched instantly, quickly putting his wand back into his pocket an pat it quietly, rousing a quick laugh from the goblin, 'Don't worry Harry, I doubt they'd attack you for a repair spell, but all the same, let me get it.' he said, pulling a small dagger out of his pocket and pointing at the chair, which quickly repaired itself to pristine condition.

Harry and Remus gaped at the weapon and feat, Harry stood to his feet and leaned a bit over the desk, 'Woah, that is pretty awesome, a dagger to use magic?' Harry looked in awe as the goblin grinned and flipped the dagger in the air a couple of times, Harry's eyes never leaving the dagger the whole time. He leaned over the desk and cupped his hands, 'Do you think I could get one?' he whispered conspiratorially. Skullfang blinked a couple times owlishly, before roaring in laughter, slapping the desk as tears fell from his eyes with mirth. He wiped them from his eyes and let out a last laugh, 'We'll see my boy, we'll see.'

Remus watched the exchange with shock and awe, 'Since when can goblins do magic, especially with weaponry?' Remus gasped as he saw Harry lean in, whisper something to Skullfang, causing him to roar with laughter. He jumped at the sound, it was very hoarse and slightly dark and unnerved Remus to no end.

Skullfang smirked at Remus a moment before turning back to Harry, 'We can open the will now if you like, Harry.' he said softly, with probably close to the most compassion shown to a human before. Harry nodded slowly, and the goblin opened the envelope with his long nail and pulled out the piece of parchment, clearing his throat, 'I, James Harold Potter, being sound of mind and body, present my last will and testament. To Remus Lupin, if you end up not being the traitor, I leave 250,000 galleons. My friend, go buy yourself some fitting clothes, you surely will need them. I also leave with the permission of my wife, Lily Rose Evans-Potter, her research on the cure for Lycanthropy. To Sirius Black, my best and oldest friend, I leave 250,000 galleons, even though I'm not sure you need it. To my dear son, Harry, I'm sorry I can't have done this for you myself. I leave the remaining vaults, and my personal Maurauder Diaries. I'm sure you will find some good uses for them. In the event of both I and Lily's death, Harry is to be left with his Godfather Sirius Black, Godmother Alice Longbottom, or Remus Lupin. In no event is he to be left with his Aunt Petunia and her family.

Signed,

James Harold Potter

Wtinesses

Albus Dumbledore

Cornelius Fudge'

Remus sat stunned for a moment, a cure for lycanthropy? Was there such a thing? 'Leave it to Lily to find it though.' he thought with a smile, which turned to malice and anger as the line-up of guardians for Harry, and the note to not be left with the Dursleys for any reason.

Harry sat stone-faced, looking down into his lap for about a minute, 'I'd like to press charges, or whatever I can do, at least get away from him for good.' he said darkly, making Remus shift in his seat. The boys voice was filled with hate that no one that age should have, or any age for that matter.

The goblin grinned at the show of hate, 'Of course Harry, we can have a Wizengamot meeting held in 2 hours, knowing who you are, on this and other matters.' he said, pulling out a small roll of parchment. Harry nodded and the goblin wrote quickly on the parchment. He put his fingers into his mouth and whistled, calling in an eagle owl. The owl landed on a perch near the desk, where Skullfang attached the letter to it's leg and sent it off. The goblin looked to the two, 'The reply will arrive shortly, and it will say that it will be convened at the mentioned time, so if I were you, I'd hurry and get to the Ministry.' he said, motioning for them to go.

Albus Dumbledore watched as the minister hit the gavel upon where he usually sat, which perturbed him greatly. The only reason he would not be the one to do that would be if he was personally involved in the mentioned case, which was pulled together last minute, 'Order! The Wizengamot may be seated.' he said imperiously, making the collection of wizards sit, 'We are here today to witness and judge the case of one Harry James Potter verses Albus Dumbledore, head of Wizengamot.' as the minister smirked, the crowd gasped and Albus paled, what did the boy know? The doors in the back of the court opened, revealing a neutral Harry Potter, who walked in with three rolls of parchment under his arm, 'Albus Dumbledore, you are charged with multiple counts of theft, placing illegal magics on a human, and ignoring the final will of a wizard which was within the law, how do you plea?' Fudge nearly cackled out, and Albus became ghost-like, the boy knew everything.

He cleared his throat and looked up to the podium, 'I am sorry to say this, but guilty.' the court gasped, all the accounts were true, Albus had done this to the saviour of their world! Albus looked to Harry, in an attempt to maybe sway him, to tell him it was for the greater good, but the boys eyes remained fixed on the collection of wizards, 'I did it for his own good, he would have been despised by his relatives if his abilities became known.' he said, trying to win over the good side of Wizengamot with his plea, 'The theft was to fund Hogwarts and the defense of the light, I do not regret doing it, but I do regret the outcome.'

Fudge watched Dumbledore like a vulture might watch it's prey struggle. He turned to Harry, 'What say you, Mr. Potter?' he said inquisetively to the boy, wondering what the boy would do next.

Harry pulled out the scrolls, 'If it would please the court, I would like to show the Potter Family vaults activity for the last fourteen years, the examination sheet of the magical blocks that were removed from my magical core and body, and also the will of James Harold Potter.' he said in a monotone voice. Before the court session had taken place, Remus and Skullfang briefed him on how to act in court, and what he should say, which was proving more useful than he thought.

Fudge nodded, and a large burly wizard stepped forward and took the three scrolls from Harry and brought them up to be examined. Fudge's eyes went wide at the numbers and the evidence, Albus had truly got himself into a hole this time, and there was no getting out. He passed the three rolls around the Wizengamot, earning a couple of snickers from former Death Eaters, who were greatly amused by how the Beacon of Light had done something so dark. After Fudge had received the scrolls, he turned to Harry, who stood at attention patiently in front of the court, 'If there is nothing else in this matter, then I propose a vote,' Fudge said, looking to Harry who nodded, 'All those in favour?' around three-quarters of the Wizengamot raised their hands, only those who believed this could not be true held steadfast in their belief, 'And all against?' a small scatter of hands rose, nothing to the before. Fudge stood and looked down upon Dumbledore, 'Albus Dumbledore, you are hereby senta-' he started, before being interrupted by Harry raising his hand, 'Yes, m'boy?'

Harry cleared his throat and looked about the Wizengamot, 'I would like to suggest a light penalty, as long as the aforementioned stolen monies are returned to my person. We need a beacon of light in this world, and sad to say, Albus is all we have.' he said looking upon a surprised Fudge, who just nodded.

'Then it is agreed that Albus Dumbledore return all 1,213,459 galleons, 13 sickles, and 4 knuts to Harry potter, then pay a fine of 200, 000 galleons.' Fudge said, hitting his gavel upon the large podium, 'If there is no more business,' Fudge started

Harry once again raised his hand, 'I would like to file for a new guardian, as the ones I have have been unsatisfactory, and against the wishes of my parents.' he stated firmly.

Fudge nodded, 'Of course Mr. Potter, do you have anyone in mind?' he asked the boy, even though only he knew it was a question of politeness, not that he had a choice.

Harry looked about the room, 'I would like to propose Remus Lupin, the man mentioned in my parents will.'

'He is a known werewolf! He simply cannot provide you with the necessary protection.' Fudge stated, 'Besides, it is against the law that werewolves can have custody of children, there is too much danger. To provide you with the necessary protection, you will become a charge of the ministry.' he said, knowing he had won.

Near the rear of the Wizengamot, a single unassuming man stood, 'In the place of the goblins, I invoke the right of Asylum and the Treaty of 1612.' he said loudly, and Albus' face fell instantly. Fudge looked confused for a moment before the man sighed, 'In 1612, the ministry signed a treaty with the goblins, and an agreement stating that should a matter with a goblin citizen, or honorary in this case, arise, the ministry could not interfere or bring down any punishment upon him or her.' he stated, never breaking a neutral tone.

Fudge began to splutter and redden, all of his carefully laid plans, now ruins, because of this goblin-friend. He snarled and pointed a chubby finger to the man, 'Seize him!' he roared. A couple of aurors began to advance upon the man, while others stayed back, unsure of what to do. The man sighed, and vanished from sight. The aurors looked around confused as their prey suddenly vanished. A moment later, he appeared next to Harry, waved to the minister, and apparated out with Harry.

Harry's feet hit the ground with a slight thud, and turned to see the man start to laugh, 'That was worth all the crap that Fudge said, he went purple!' the man said, wiping his eyes before all of his flesh began to ripple and churn, as he shrunk down, his skin color darkening and tinging green, till in the place of the human, stood a familiar gray coloured goblin.

'Skullfang?' Harry asked, gasping at the sudden show of his goblin-friend in the place of the Wizengamot member.

The goblin barked out a laugh, 'Weren't expecting that, were ya'?' Skull fang said grinning, 'Along with being assistant to Ragnok, I am also the goblin nations head spy, thanks to my wonderful metamorphagus powers, much like the ones you now have.' he dusted off his teller uniform, which had shrunk when he changed and clapped his hands together then rubbing them, 'Well, you are now an official ward of the Goblin Nation, won't that be fun?' he asked the boy, grinning.

Harry gaped at the goblin, 'I thought that was just for show, not the actual thing!' he said, awestruck at what the goblin had just told him. Living with goblins? Magical creatures known for being slightly evil and greedy? Harry thought for a moment before looking back at the goblin, 'Turning the wizarding world on their heads, and getting a look at your culture? It sure will!' Harry said, laughing as he and Skullfang began to walk back towards the bank, towards his new possible home, and a quite interesting future.

As Skullfang walked Harry back towards the bank, Remus watched from a small ways away, 'Living with the goblins? He was supposed to be with me!' the werewolf growled inwardly, seething at the goblins underhanded move, 'Time for a change of plans.'

Author Note

Just to head off questions, I am NOT against bisexuals in any way, if anything I support them, but I will not write Harry getting with Draco or any other male, especially, god forbid, Ronald. It's against his character in too many ways. If you think you know the plot line, think again, there will be some unique ideas in, (I hope) and more Harry Potter abandonment, it is just a warning. You know the Weasleys to an extent (if you didn't, reread the first chapter), but there will be more. I am sorry if the will is a bit off, I did my best, same for the court scene.

I am discounting ALL of Deathly Hallows, especially the epilogue, kind of a wimp out of writing something that could be a classic.

I don't want to Canadianize(Is that possible?)/Americanize this story, so if you are either British, or know something is off, please tell me. It will be long periods between updates, and I'm sorry about that, but with flimsy muses, and another story I'm working on, it will be a bit in between updates most likely. Also, I NEED A BETA! My stories usually have good spelling and such, but I still like someone to look it over.

I'm getting this out of the way now, this WILL be super-harry. He is supposed to be a defeater of Voldemort, who can raise armies of dead. To be beaten by expeliarmus, is really weak. I plan to fix this, but I will make it even don't worry, and no, Harry will never go Rambo, or in this case Jack Churchill

ONLY READ IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO HE IS!

(Incase you didn't know, he was one crazy Scottish commando in WWII who went to battle with a sword and a bow, got sent to capture an entrenchment, started with playing bagpipes before running in grenades in hand, on another occasion, when raiding Hill 622, ended up being the last guy alive, so he decided to whip his bagpipes out and play, got sent to a concentration camp twice, from which both he escaped, got sent back to Britain, only to ask to go back to war and find out it was over.)

I guess, unless....ooh, that might be fun. Harhar, with that, I'm done!

(Sorry for the long A/N, I started to ramble!)