Use the Marauder's map to discover Hogwarts and ensure your survival. Remember to stand for those weaker and always help your friends, but don't be foolish and chose your true friends carefully.

And remember I will always love you,

Prongs

Harry wiped his cheeks as he felt wet spread down his cheeks. Who is Lord Voldemort? Why was he after my parents?! Why am I pushed into this? What is a Secret Keeper and if what he says is true, WHY AM I AT THE DURSLEYS?! He put the paper on the table before he accidentally destroyed it and clenched his fists. Then, after he wiped off the other tears, now of anger, he opened his mother's - probably - will.

Dear Harry,

my lovely son. I am sure your father has explained some things to you, but I will explain more. A Dark Lord is after you because of a prophecy, yes. But I managed to get a copy. Here it is:

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...''

That is the full prophecy, Harry. You are in grave danger! Use what you find in the vaults to help you. Study curses, spells, combat, strategy, what ever will keep you alive! Voldemort is far older and knows far more than you do, so you must have an edge! Tell your guardians that you need training, as much as you can! I love you, my precious son, and I will have you live, not fall under the hand of one that has lost himself to darkness! A word on guardians. You are in no way to go to my sister Petunia's! She hates all things magical and I fear it stems from her jealousy.

Now, here's some advice scarily like your father's: when you're older, have a wife and child. Protect them as if they are the most precious in the world, because they are. Go to bed every night with a smile and know that love is always there. Help those weaker than you and fight with all your might! Never give an inch or forget yourself, never hesitate or you will die. Protect who you can and do not fear. Never fear, Harry. It holds you back and will harm you more that help you. With all my love,

Lily-flower Potter

Harry dropped the letter. He was shaking faintly. Gulping back his wails and trying to hold back the flood that seemed to want to come from his eyes, he went slack in the old chair. It seemed to take hours, but very slowly, Harry dragged his arm over his bloodshot eyes and sniffled, then got up. He replayed the words in his mind. Never give an inch or forget yourself. You are in danger! Never hesitate or you will die. I love you my precious son. Protect who you can. You are in no way to go to Petunia's! A man named Voldemort is coming after us because of a prophecy. Never fear. Ensure your survival. He trembled as he thought of whet his parents wrote. Steeling himself, Harry rose, only to hear the faint rumbling of the goblin carts. Surprised, he walked to the vault entrance and got ready to tell Hagrid he wanted to stay and he wasn't going to take no for an answer, when he saw there were only two goblins; the one before who had taken him to his vault and another, taller and more ferocious looking goblin with gray hair, a broad and angled face, predator movements and dark eyes. Harry knew this one was not to be crossed. He'd gotten the ability to know body language through Vernon and Petunia, watching, studying so he could avoid beatings and extra chores. Was this goblin here to yell at him for Hagrid? And where was the giant man? The two got out of the cart and spotted him, eyebrows raised, looking at his tear smeared face.

''Mr. Potter. This is Blackheart, the Vault Manager. We wanted to know if you were alright. The vault wards were distressed.'' Harry blinked in shock. No one before had asked how he was after something bad.

''I-I'm fine. Thank you. I just read something startling.'' Then, he thought better of it. ''Could you two help me with a few things?" Both goblins looked amused as if no one had asked them that in a way and then Blackheart nodded. They all walked into the vault. He handed Blackheart the wills respectfully once the trio got to the table. ''Please read that and tell me what you think.'' The older goblin raised an eyebrow again but sat in a chair and read. Harry turned to the other goblin. ''I'm sorry. I forgot your name. Could you please tell me what it is again?" That got him a slight show of surprise.

"My name is Griphook.'' It was short and quick and polite. Harry nodded. Then, he decided to ask his question.

"Could you possibly tell me where Hagrid is, sir?" Griphook stared at him for a second, a wild smirk on his face showed the barest hint of teeth that were sharpened to a deadly point. Harry began to worry for his giant friend.

"We, Mr. Potter, sent him back to Hogwarts with the item he requested he'd take and a warning that one of the guards would stab him if he kept making such a racket in the entrance hall. He did not want to leave with out you, but he did after a near miss by our Head Guard. We assured him we, the goblins with your money, would take care of your school things." Harry tried not to gape as the younger goblin gave another smirk and then he went to reply. A second later though, the pair heard a sharp noise and first handedly got to see a goblin turn a nasty pale shade of green which Harry likened to almost snot - which definitely was not a good color on the creature. The goblin dropped the letters/wills and slammed his hand onto the table. Harry cringed faintly as Blackheart seemed strained and very angry and prepared for a yelling. Griphook was half in shock, half confused because he'd never seen his superior this furious.

''Lord Potter. Where do you live now?" Harry twitched under the goblin's dark gaze but held himself up, replying quietly, inwardly frantic at the change of tone and how very, very furious Vernon would be when he got home - if he did.

''With my aunt and uncle, although I saw the letter said I wasn't supposed to go there. Why was I placed with the Dursleys? Why not with any of those others?" The Vault Manager growled loud, looking back down at the wills.

"I don't know, Lord Potter. All these wizards are still alive somewhere in the world. It's on our records. But I assure you, because you are one of our oldest family customers, we will do everything to find out. Griphook,'' He said, eyes dark pots of stewed anger, ''We need the cart. We are going to see Nekmecklan.'' Griphook actually froze in place for a second. He raced from the vault instantly and Harry listened as he made the cart ready. Who is Nekmecklan? He sound and looks important if the way Griphook is running around for him signifies anything. Blackheart took up the dropped letters and gestured for Harry to go ahead of him which he warily did. The Vault doors closed with an almost growl and they clambered into the wheeled box, Griphook driving. The three sped almost faster than the time as he was going to his trust vault and Harry closed his eyes and gripped the side until they slowed to a quick halt. He got out after Blackheart and his eyes widened as they met a wondrous arch inlaid with gold, gems and silver. Blackheart motioned for Harry to stay behind him which he did with undisguised curiosity along with Griphook. Thee was a low noise, and then a pair of gold shining doors opened and they walked in.

This is not supposed to be a second chapter. I am a first time user and screwed up on the writing. As it is supposed to be, it is only part two of chapter one. Please review and let me know if the goblins sound out of character. Much thanks,

Starrkihter :)