The Making of a Hero

Author's Note: This is my first FanFic. Hope you enjoy!!!!!!!

Parseltongue - //Hello!!!//
Regular Speech - "Hi"
Thoughts - 'Aloha'
Speaking Telepathically - (Can't think of anything)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I only own the characters that I have invented as well as the plot, the rest of the characters belong to J.K.R.

Warnings: Mild Language (Only a cuss word here and there, nothing much), Violence, Powerful Harry

Summery: Post GoF. Dumbledore has told Harry of the Prophesy & Harry is not taking it well. Harry decides to run away to train for the Final Battle, leaving the Wizarding world to believe him dead. Rated T for violence in later chapters. Powerful Harry. AU

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---Chapter One---
--The Vault of Salazar Slytherin--

Beep…beep…beep, Harry yawned and looked over at his clock, 5: 30am. Harry wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep; it had been one of those seldom few nights that he didn't wake up from a nightmare.

Harry slowly got out of bed and changed into some wizard robes; today was the day Plan Vanquish Voldemort would commence.

Harry wasn't even sure of what he was going to need for the journey. "Oh well I'll just have to wing it." He mumbled as he placed the ski cap over his trademark messy black hair and his stupid attention seeking scar.

Harry quickly grabbed his invisibility cloak from his trunk and made his way down the stairs and out the door, careful to not wake up the Dursley's.

The sky outside was still dark yet it had a tinge of pink to it, signaling the break of dawn. Harry threw the invisibly cloak over himself and made his way down to the corner of the street.

Harry reached the end of the street and looked both ways before thrusting his wand up and into the air. There was a loud BANG before a large triple-decker, purple bus appeared out of thin air.

The doors to the bus opened revealing a man in a purple uniform.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transportation for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your…"

"Thanks Stan", Harry cut off, "Leaky Cauldron, Please."

"That'll be eleven Sickles …er what's yea name again", asked Stan.

"Er…Drake, Drake Riddle", replied Harry mentally slapping himself for using the name Riddle.

"All rightly Drake, like I said that'll be eleven Sickles", replied Stan.

Harry shoved eleven sickles in Stan's hand and headed over to the nearest bed.

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Harry hopped off the Knight Bus and strolled into the Leaky Cauldron. The pub was mostly empty except for a few hags and dingy looking wizards. Harry walked up to the bar and asked for Tom.

"Hello there what can I do for yea, Harry", asked Tom, whispering Harry's name.

"How did you know it was me", Harry asked surprised.

"I have my ways, anyway what can I do for you", replied Tom grinning.

"Um… I need a room just for a night or two", asked Harry uncertainly; he seriously doubted Dumbledore would approve of him leaving Privet Drive much less spending a night or two at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Let me guess, yea didn't tell anyone", asked Tom still grinning.

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "No, but you won't tell will you?" he replied nervously.

Tom grinned. "Don't worry, I won't tell; here is your room key," he said as he gave Harry a key with the number 11 on it.

"Thanks," Harry said as he snatched the key out of Tom's hand and walked toward the entrance to Diagon Alley.

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Most of Diagon Alley hadn't opened yet. Only a few places had because of the lack of customers, and thankfully, Gringotts was one of the few.

Harry quickly strolled up toward the huge marble building; he needed to get enough money to last a year or two at least.

Harry walked up to the nearest booth and asked for a goblin to take him down to his vault.

"Of course, Mr. Potter. Griphook!" the goblin called.

'Am I that obvious?' wondered Harry as Griphook guided him over to a cart.

Harry hopped in and pulled the safety bar down. Harry had never gotten bored of the rides down to his vault.

The cart stopped. Harry hopped out and opened his vault to be greeted by piles of gold and silver. There was no way to be able to carry enough gold to last at least two years.

"Griphook," Harry questioned, "is there anyway to withdraw money without having come to Gringotts, you know like a muggle credit card or something?"

"Yes, you could buy a gallon bag, but there mighty expensive", replied the goblin.

"Where could I buy one?" Harry asked.

Griphook looked like he had just been slapped in the face; obviously, he hadn't expected Harry to ask. "You would buy them from the head goblin; they cost four hundred gallons," replied Griphook, his voice drenched in amazement and disbelief.

"Is there anyway to tell how much money I have in my vault?" asked Harry.

"You have about 3.8 million gallons in your savings vault, and about 2.9 billion gallons in the Potter family vault, along with many gems and artifacts," replied Griphook casually.

"WHAT!" cried Harry, his mouth agape.

"The Potters are one of England's richest wizarding families, didn't you know?" replied Griphook, slightly confused.

"No, I didn't," Harry said slowly, still getting over his shock.

'Seems like someone would have told me this by now,' he wondered to himself.

"Can we go down to my family vault now?" Harry asked, snapping out of his shock.

"Yes, but you can't take any of the money or gems out of the vault until you're of age but you can take any of the artifacts or items of interest if you wish", replied the goblin.

Harry nodded, "Is there any way to transfer money to another account?"

"What do you mean?" Asked Griphook, suspiciously.

"Like, if I wanted to transfer some of this money to someone else's account, I could do that couldn't I?" Harry asked.

"Yes, you could," said the goblin, "but you will have to talk to the head goblin about that too."

Harry nodded, "So can we go down to my family vault now?"

"Of course, Mr. Potter, follow me", replied the goblin, leading them out of the vault.

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The ride down to the Potter family vault was a long one, unlike the short three to four minute ride down to Harry's vault; the ride down to the Potter family vault took at least twenty to twenty-five minutes.

When Harry stepped out of the cart, he felt like he was going to be sick; he could barely stand.

Harry looked around. 'I must be near the very bottom of Gringotts', he thought to himself. He turned his gaze to a large black door that had snakes carved into it. Harry wobbly walked over to the door. The snakes let out small hisses as he approached.

"That's the vault of Salazar Slytherin; it hasn't been opened since Slytherin himself died. Not even a Gringotts goblin can get in," stated Griphook.

//Open//, Harry hissed softly.

The snakes immediately started to shift allowing the door to open. Harry felt his eyes go wide at the site before him. There were mountains of gold, silver, bronze, emeralds, and many other rare gems. Lining the walls were huge shelves that contained a variety of books as well as many priceless artifacts.

Harry cautiously walked into the vault. Harry's eyes searched the room before landing on an object that was covered by a silky emerald green cloth. Harry cautiously removed the cloth to reveal a large beautiful mahogany trunk that had beautiful carvings of what looked like Hogwarts and the grounds as well as elegant carvings of a snake, a lion, an eagle, and badger. Painted on top of the trunk was the Hogwarts crest.

Harry stared at it in awe; it had to have at least a dozen compartments or more. Harry opened the trunk and found that instead of storage space, there was a tunnel that had a ladder descending down into it. All except one of the seventeen compartments were the same.

"Griphook," asked Harry, "am I allowed to take anything from this vault?"

"But of course, Mr. Potter," replied Griphook, still in shock. "Anyone who can open this vault is allowed to take anything they please. Salazar said so in his will."

Harry nodded and started taking many different books and objects of interest off the shelves and into his new trunk's storage compartment, which seemed to be bottomless.

Harry made his way across the vault when a slivery Pensive caught his eye. Harry wandered over to it, memories of the founders spun within it. Harry picked up the Pensive along with a few vials that contained memories and carried it over toward the trunk; he would have time to look at them later.

Harry picked out a few rare and valuable potions and laid them delicately into the trunk as well. He closed his trunk and shrank it to the size of a matchbox before placing it in his pocket and getting ready to leave. As he made his way out of the vault, he heard a soft hissing sound. He turned around to see a silver sword with emerald green snake wrapped around its handle hissing at him.

//Who are you//, hissed the snake on the sword fiercely.

//Er…Harry Potter//, Harry hissed back uncertainly.

//You speak the language//

//Yes//

//Are you related to the great Salazar Slytherin//

//No, it's a long story//, Harry hissed back tiredly.

//I see, you seem like a suitable master, not to mention you remind me of Salazar himself//, replied the snake satisfactorily.

//WHAT! There is no way I'm going to be your master and I'm defiantly nothing like Salazar Slytherin//, Harry hissed back, turn his back to the snake and it's sword.

//Not so fast, Master//

Suddenly Harry's feet became glued to the floor.

//What did you do//, hissed Harry irritably.

//Take me with you or your feet will be glued to the floor forever//, snickered the snake.

//Fine//, Harry said letting out a final hiss.

The snake on the sword nodded and transfigured itself into a ring.

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Harry made his way toward the Head goblin's office. He had a lot to talk about, including buying a gallon bag, writing a will, and transferring some money to the Weasley's and Lupin's Vault.

Harry knocked on the door.

"Come in," replied a gruff voice from inside.

Harry walked in; the room was completely made of marble with the exception of some of the furniture.

"Mr. Potter, I presume," asked the head goblin in a business like tone.

"I'm I that obvious?" Harry wondered aloud.

"No, goblins are just good at recognizing people, even if they are in disguise", the goblin explained.

"Oh, that's good to know. So, I was wondering if I could buy a gallon bag," asked Harry.

The Head Goblin instantly perked up at this.

"I also need to write a will and transfer some money," Harry added.

"Very well, let's start with the gallon bag. You said you wanted to buy one, correct?" the goblin inquired.

"Yes, do you also have something for the muggle world as well?" Harry asked.

"Yes, you can buy a credit card if you want. You do know what a credit card is right?"

"Yes sir," replied Harry.

The goblin nodded and took out an album. "Here, look at these different designs of credit cards and Gallon bags while I get the paper work."

"Thanks, Sir," Harry replied as he looked at the different credit cards and gallon bags.

There were many different designs; Harry particularly liked the one with a muggle version of a phoenix on it.

The goblin came back with piles of paperwork in his arms.

"Here, Mr. Potter. These forms are for the credit card and the gallon bag, these are for your will, and these are for your money transfer."

"Ok, thanks," Harry replied as he started to fill out the forms.

"Which card and bag do you want?" the goblin asked.

"Number C7463649 for the card and B4793346367 for the bag", Harry said, looking up from the paperwork.

"With or without the security spells?" asked the goblin.

"What are the security spells?"

"They prevent anyone but you from getting into your gallon bag or using your credit card," the goblin stated.

"I'll take the security spells," replied Harry

"Very well, Mr. Potter, your key if you please."

Harry nodded and handed over his key.

"It should take an hour to an hour and a half", stated the goblin. "You can work on your paperwork during that time."

Harry nodded and turned back to his paperwork as the goblin left the room.

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Two Hours Later...

Harry stepped out of Gringotts to meet the busy Street of Diagon Alley. Today was going to be a very busy day.

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