Chapter One:
Harry was having a wonderful time in horizontal alley. It was right across from Diagon alley, and it was filled with muggleborns. The fact is that new spells are created everyday here, and the ministry, along with the purebloods, and sheep either ignore the fact or criticize it.
And thus forth, Harry now had longer hair (about to his mid-back) along with his now glasses less face. Apparently a potion was made on eye correction about a year ago, but now one used it on account of the cruciatus like pain. Harry didn't have a problem with that. Along with facing Voldemort in his second year, a Basilisk in his second, and a werewolf, traitor, and vicious dog in his third, he dealt with his ever loving relatives. You know them, right? The ones who beat the ever loving shite out of him? The ones who made him live in a cupboard under the stairs? Or how about the ones who locked him up in a room with a cat flap?
Making his way to Gringotts, Harry was gleefully trudging along his brand new backpack of stuff. (All the stuff he had in his old trunk.) You see, this backpack was very special. You could put solid bricks into the thing and it would never weigh more than the back itself, and it could fit any thing you could possibly imagine. And so Harry had his magic bag.
Harry being the normal, swell, guy he is, waited his turn when he saw the goblins were busy. 15 minutes later he was led to a private room, with a very familiar goblin. "Hello Griphook, its been a while hasn't it?"
"Mr. Potter…" Griphook frowned (At least that's what Harry thought.), "How is it that you remember a single goblin from nearly four years from now?"
"… Well, you were the first goblin I met and you made an impression?" Harry guessed? "Anyway, I just dropped out of Hogwarts… along with the Triwizard Tournament. Do I still get my money?"
Griphook paused for a moment, left the room, and quickly came back with a bowl and dagger… of sorts. "Well Mr. Potter, if you would spare some drops of your blood we can quickly find the answer to that."
And Harry did just that.
Neither of the two expected the results.
NAME: HARRY POTTER
AGE: 14
BIRTHDATE: 31st JULY, 1980
INHEIRITANCE AND TITLES
LORD OF THE MOST ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF POTTER
LORD OF THE MOST ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF GRYFINDOR
LORD OF THE MOST ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF SLYTHERIN (THROUGH RIGHT OF CONQUEST)
HEIR TO THE LORD OF THE MOST ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK
HEIR TO THE MOST ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF EMYRS (AKA MERLIN)
MAGICAL GUARDIAN: ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFRIC BRIAN DUMBASADOOR
SON TO: LILY POTTER nee` EVANS and JAMES POTTER
TOTAL AMOUNT OF GALLEONS: TOO. GOD. DAMN. MUCH. (AN: I'm now in the mood to writing a bunch of number. Figure out how much Harry would have yourself. I'm not paid for this crap.)