Canon World

Harry frowned as he read the message in the letter. A Gringotts summoning, he wondered what had triggered that. There were a lot of branches of Gringotts around the world, so he had had no problem accessing his funds. Whatever money he withdrew from any of the banks would be deducted from his vault back in England. It meant that he had to go back to Britain, after two and a half years. The suspicious part was that the summoning was for tomorrow. They had to know that he was abroad and that he would not be able to make it back in time, legally anyways. By the looks of the letter, it seemed that they were acting on the assumption that he was still the naïve innocent boy who had left Britain.

He sighed as he walked out of his tent. Two bodies were laying side by side, around the fire, both dead. Two more bounty hunters had managed to track him down, not that he was a difficult person to reach. The idiots had tried to breach the wards that he had set up, but he had known of the intruders long before that. The two had missed the subtly modified Caterwauling Charm he had placed at a 350 meter radius around his tent. He had been awake, battle ready and disillusioned in less than fifteen seconds. The idiots couldn't sense magic, thankfully nor could they see through Disillusionment Charms. Two silent Reducto's from behind had them dead within seconds.

Compared to the earlier bounty hunters, these two were amateurs. The difference in skill didn't matter, seeing as their client remained the same, even after more than two years. Draco Malfoy. He had found out the hard after and after two visits to the Florida Magical Center in a state of near death that bounty hunters don't give up. He encountered a skilled killer by the codename of Pothos. The bastard had almost killed him, after skillfully dismantling each and every ward he had placed around his location.

In a duel, that he was not willing to forget, Harry had spared the man, content with just Obliviating the recent memories of the latest contract after using Legilimency on the idiot to find out more information on who wanted him dead so bad. Unfortunately that was the biggest blunder he had made till date, for he had left Draco completely unaccounted in his little Obliviation. Obviously the blonde was expecting a corpse, for the guy had been paid for that. This had led to a second attack on his life, with Pothos bombarding him together with three more friends. The scar on his shoulder from the reducto that would have taken his life had it been for the last minute shield his magic had unconsciously put forth he would be dead right now.

The battle had then turned in his favor, when the near death scenario forced him out of his supposed ideals, desperation of the kill-or-be-killed scenario forcing him to bring the lethal spells in his repertoire, which while limited were effective in taking down the hunters after his life. The vivid incident had forged him into the man that he was today. It had made him realize the grave errors he had committed earlier on.

His uncle's words back at the Burrow three years back rang in his head. He had never appreciated Remus's words more than that. His naïve seventeen year old self then had been adamant on not killing, even in self defense. How do you win a war without killing? It was a miracle that he had killed Voldemort, with Expelliarmus, seriously? He didn't know he had pulled that one off. Luck, he had relied too much on. It was time for him to forge his own path. He had no idea, even now, what the power mentioned in the first prophecy was, but he was damn sure that it wasn't love as Dumbledore was so fond of saying.

He had developed a slow hate for the Headmaster over the years, since his discovery of many obscure branches of magic. To say that there was no way that he was to survive, that he had to die for the Horcrux to be destroyed was a bit extreme and unjust in his opinion. His parents' will had contained a list of people who were to raise him, if his Godfather were to be unable to do so. The list included Minerva, as she had requested him to address her as. It angered him beyond imagination that Dumbledore had denied him a happy childhood.

He slowly chewed on the Sandwich he had prepared. He loved to cook, even from the Dursleys, who were fat headed braggarts in his opinion. He would definitely pay them a visit if he were ever to return to Britain, which he inevitably had to. He got up, waving his wand and folding up his tent. He hesitated for a moment before with another wave of his wand two six feet long trenches with a depth of around four feet appeared. He carelessly dumped the two bodies before filling it up with sand. Another wave later, his magical signature was completely wiped out from the place, a useful spell. He walked for around half a kilometer before apparating. It would be silly to apparate and leave behind his signature where he had wiped it of just moments ago.

He would be setting foot in Britain, for the first time in nineteen months.

Diagon Alley hadn't changed one bit. It was still as populated as ever, even more so now that the war was finally over. He passed Ollivanders, the memory of getting his Phoenix wand forcing it way past his Occlumency shields. Those were the bad days, dark days, spending year after year at Hogwarts either running for your life or getting ridicules, though it was both most of the time.

He knew that he was early. It was barely eight in the morning, Gringott's opened at seven, so he had settled with getting things over before the press or any other nuisance found its way into what was confidentially his business. So it was a huge surprise for Harry when he noticed a huge gathering in the main Gringott's hall. He had expected the bank to be empty. Cancelling the notice-me-not on his person, a spell that seemed to work only on the European Wizards save Bulgaria and France whose affinity to magic seemed less compared to the Chinese, Americans or even the Japanese. Then again the ministries of other European Countries were very small with a very low magical population.

He entered the hall, past the two guarding Goblins, who stood with a huge axe on person, sharp enough to draw blood with the gentlest touch. He walked in and was quite surprised to find Fudge sitting in front row of all the chairs scattered across the podium. A pink toad was with him including the three Malfoys. The Weasley family was also visible seated at the column furthest from him. However it was the presence of the entire Order of the Phoenix behind the Weasley's that confounded him. A dozen cameras were there with Rita Skeeter at the front making him grimace.

Was this a will reading gathering? With a sinking feeling he realized just whose will was going to be read. Anger rose within him, his magic bubbling dangerously. He forced out all emotion from his face. From that instant no one would be able to match the new Harry to the old one that left Britain. A calculating glint in those emerald gems promised retribution to those who dared to steal what was rightfully his. A cold smile stretched over his face, as he realized just how much he was going to enjoy himself while he condemned the ministry to hell.

A missing statement from the Auror office old enough by a minimum of three years was essential before the ministry could declare a person dead. But he was not just a person, he was a Lord of two Ancient and Noble Houses. He was not as ignorant of the laws as he was four years back. He didn't how the ministry had by-passed that small snag.

Harry could clearly see the manipulations of Lucius Malfoy in the form of cobwebs around Fudge's head. No matter, it was time to end the reign of the Malfoy's forever. He had to wait for another fifteen minutes before the head goblin, Ragnok came.

"Silence" he snarled as a hush fell over the podium. "The fifteenth of February 2002, this gathering is to address the last Will and Testament of Lord Harrison James Potter Black. Now, without–"

"Objection Master Goblin" rang a shout throughout the hall.

The goblin snarled in irritation, its eyes snapping towards the source of sound, a hooded figure near the entrance.

"Under what claim?" the goblin sneered.

"Whose will reading is this exactly?" the figure asked in a sing song innocent voice, irritating the hell out of all the goblins present at the blatant mockery. Time was money to the goblins and even the Aurors and the Minister of Magic seemed irritated. The entire podium had its attention focused on the newcomer.

"This is the will reading of Lord Potter Black, wizard. You will live longer without insulting a goblin" Ragnok snarled.

"Oh, I'm sorry Master Goblin. My apologies, I was just curious. Thought it might be someone related to me. Easy way to make gold, you know." Harry said with a laugh earning quite a irritated looks.

"I'll be on my way now then. Have a good day Ladies and Gentlemen" Harry said walking towards the carts. A few seconds of heated glaring later, the Will reading continued once again all the attention back on Ragnok.

He saw the goblin standing stiff as stone, which was the one he knew was in charge of the carts. It was a disgrace, to be assigned as the one in charge of the cart. The goblin was also quite young, which made sense that it would have made some greedy mistake that had caused it this humiliating punishment.

He approached the goblin making it sneer up at him. Smiling underneath the hood he threw a pouch of galleons, five hundred in fact. It was a lot for the greedy bugger who was only given the slightest of food with almost no pay. It was a part of the sentence given to the small guy.

The goblin's eyes widened in glee, before it adopted a sneer directed at him. Its eyes shone with a cunning that the goblin's alone processed. He bent down one knee so that he was eye to eye with the goblin.

"Your silence regarding my visit to my family vault" he shook the goblin's hand and two minutes later he was enjoying the wind beating against his face.

He had enjoyed the comical expression on the Goblin's face when he had flashed both of his family rings. Poor thing, was possibly repenting for not asking for more money. Still young, it had a lot to learn though its muttering was music to his ears.

He opened his family vault for the first time in four years. Sighing, he looked around at all the jewels, armory, blades, weapons, books and hell money. Galleons seemed to literally the place. He knew that magic was banned inside of the vaults and that alarms would start ringing throughout Gringotts before he even uttered the second spell.

However arrogant Goblin wards would detect only magic wielded by a wand. Wandless Magic was entirely different scenario. It was pure, refined magic that was not forced to move through the dirty medium which was the wand. But that was also the reason it was so taxing as there was no medium to limit its flow.

He took off his Mokeskin pouch given to him by his first friend. He withdrew a trunk from the inside and with a wave of his hand he enlarged it. This little baby had cost him a fortune, but an Apartment trunk was his best bet for a home, that did not tie him up at a place where he could be easily located.

'Now for the hard task' Harry thought with a grin.

Gathering up his magic in both of his hands Harry pictured the image of a single Galleon very clearly in his mind and used it to lift each and every Galleon in the room. Grinning madly at the sight of all the money floating, he waved both of his hands towards his enlarged trunk. The money flew at a brick neck pace towards the trunk, disappearing just as fast into one of the storage compartments. There were totally five storage compartments excluding the apartment it contained and Harry had up until now used only one.

The Sickles, Knuts and the armory went into a separate third compartment while he dumped the rest of the items in the fourth compartment. He banished the books into his apartment itself, a mess he could clean up another time. Seeing the vault completely empty, he smirked. He shrunk the trunk and placed it in his coat pocket, withdrawing a letter in the process. He tossed the letter and left the family vault, with a look of pride that only a prankster could sport.

The fortune in the Black vault was considerably less. Though it had been the highest for many decades, after the rise of Voldemort the allegations against Bellatrix Black before her marriage required huge amounts of money to keep her out of Azkaban. This followed by the high dowry for Narcissa Black paid to the Malfoy's and the lack of a proper Lord to maintain the fortune for nearly twenty years had corroded the Black family's wealth. Harry added the contents in the same way as in the Potter vault, categorizing the various items in his compartments before dropping another letter in the vault. He shrunk his trunk and threw it into the Mokeskin pouch around his neck that disappeared a second later.

He was sweating profusely, his Magical Core almost empty. He sat down for a few minutes in the now empty vault and caught his breath. He took a few seconds to admire the Goblin's wards. There were no wards to detect the flow of pure Magic as they would be on red alert all the time, solely from the magic emitted by the money and other artifacts in the room. Also, there were very few wizards who could wield Wandless Magic, maybe a hundred from all over the world. And even for such people, it was a taxing work that could easily lead to Magical Exhaustion and make them fall into a coma. It was a good thing that he knew his limits.

Grunting, he took a potion vial from his coat and emptied it in one gulp. It would facilitate his Magic in recovering faster. He stood up feeling a bit better and made his way towards the door. He saw the Goblin impatiently tapping its foot, and nodded towards it as he slipped into the cart.

"Lord Potter Black" the Goblin said.

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Goblin" he acknowledged.

"I hope you understand my Lord that it is my duty to inform Lord Ragnok of the emptying of two of the largest family vaults at Gringotts London" the Goblin said testily.

"I thought we had a deal Goblin" Harry replied calmly.

"Oh yes we did my Lord" the Goblin's grin became feral. "The silence of your visit will be kept, I assure you of that".

If Ragnok heard then Gringotts would go under lockdown and eventually he would be discovered. Harry frowned seeing that such a scenario would vastly minimize his aim to remain incognito. He saw that the Goblin's attention was solely focused on him, a greedy look on its face.

"You will be sufficiently compensated" was all he said with a pained smile.

The Goblin laughed, cackled more like it in glee. "Never try to outsmart a Goblin Wizard" it mocked him, no noticing the smirk on Harry's face.

They reached the top floor. Harry gently got out of the cart as the Goblin eagerly rubbed its hands. "The entire Black fortune Wizard. That's my price" the Goblin said with a snarl.

Harry grimaced with a pained look and extended his hand. The goblin eagerly took it, frowning when he didn't let go of it puny hand. Seeing the smirk on his face it tried to scream, its other hand going towards the knife secured on its waist. A red light ensued along the connected hands of the wizard and the goblin.

A second later Harry hauled the greedy little twit inside the cart. The greedy creature looked at him with frightful eyes, as Harry presses a few buttons, pulling some random levers. He smirked even more seeing the fury in the little things eyes as it watched him helplessly as he summoned the earlier bag of five hundred galleons, frozen unable to do anything. The cart started moving towards the bowels of Gringotts as Harry Potter smiled, walking away from the tunnel entrance, the bag of five hundred galleons in hand.

He saw the goblins who he assumed were in charge of security standing around the edge of the corridor, eavesdropping on the will reading. It was not every day that the wealth of two of the oldest lines in the world was robbed in bright daylight.

Harry grinned, wondering what Ragnok's face would look like once it was revealed that he had been fooled and robbed in broad daylight. As long as the will reading was still in effect, the money technically still was in his name. So, nope, they couldn't call it a robbery. He stealthily moved and assumed his position at the back of the crowd watching the proceedings of the will reading with mirth in his eyes.

Narcissa Malfoy and Draco Malfoy were currently in the middle of a small ritual. They had both cuts on their hand, Draco holding the dagger. They both dropped a few drops of their blood in a small ritual bowl in front of them.

Ragnok took the bowl and observed the swirling colors, "Verification of Black Blood successful. Heir Malfoy is the only person in this room with Black blood. All other claims for the title of Lord Black are hereby declared as void as Heir Malfoy would have the highest claim by blood. Any Objections?"

"Now moving on to the Lordship and fortune of House Potter. Only a person with Potter blood may contest for the title of Lord Potter. If no such individual is to be found, the Potter assets will be turned over to the ministry under Walling Pact section three, rule twenty seven" Ragnok said, settling down as the claims begun. The first to go were the Weasleys. They talked long and hard about how close they were to him, having housed him for many, many years. Harry tuned out halfway and walked out of the Wizarding back.

He stumbled a bit down the steps, feeling the effects using way too much of his magic. If he had more concentration, he could further refined his Wandless magic, making his magical core last longer. No matter how much he meditated or strengthened his Occlumency barriers he just wasn't able to refine his magic further. His mentor had told him that it took time, a lot of time to get accustomed and further attuned to his magic. Oh well, he had all the time in the world.

He went into the Apothecary and got a few strengthening potions. He uncorked one of them and took I down in one gulp. Feeling a little bit of his strength return, he walked, albeit a bit more sturdily towards the Leaky Cauldron. Removing his hood, he flashed Tom his usual day-to-day face, the most common, blonde hair and brown eyes renting a room for the night. He barely made it upstairs before he collapsed with a feeble grunt.

Harry woke up at around two in the afternoon. He jumped out of the bed with a bounce, a grin on his face. It felt so good to have his magic replenished. He looked at the time and his grin faded a bit. In less than five hours and his magical core was full after being almost depleted. The rate at which his core was getting replenished was, frankly astounding and surprisingly increasing. After his previous case of magical exhaustion it had taken around five hours for his core to replenish. Now, even less and he had no one to consult on this scenario. His mentor, maybe, but he had no idea where the old man was. His mentor had retired from the University just as he had graduated, himself being the last apprentice the man ever took.

Harry sighed and got out of bed and headed into the shower. A cold bath later, he was walking down the steps for a light snack, or a heavy lunch as other people called it. He was only acutely aware of just how much food he was eating these days. It was nearly four times of what he was given back at Privet Drive. Speaking of Privet Drive, a menacing smirk appeared on Harry's face at the thought of visiting his Uncle and Aunt. Oh, he was so going to love antagonizing them, the only plus point he had been able to come up with regarding his return to Britain.

He was halfway through the meal when a piece of paper floated in through the door and landed on every table of the Leaky Cauldron. Harry easily recognized it as a Daily Prophet Special Edition. He flipped it open and promptly burst out laughing.

The Boy-Who-Lived-Dead

In an interesting turn of events the Boy-Who-Lived also known as our Savior or more officially as Lord Harry James Potter Black was declared dead by a secret session conducted by the Wizengamot on 20/02/2002. It was a vetoed decision with the votes, 173-6 tipping in the favor of declaring the young Lord dead.

The decision was in accordance with the Law passed by Lord Lucius Malfoy a few months back with the first clause of the law stating that a Lord from Magical Britain who has not been registered to be in the country for a period of more than two years shall have his citizenship revoked.

The second clause of the law stated that any Lord of Magical Britain who has not been registered to be in the country for a minimum of three years may be declared dead WITH an approved certificate from the head of the DMLE that no contact has been initiated from the said party post investigation.

Over the past four years numerous well-wishers and fans of the young hero had written dozens of mail for which the young lord has never replied, not even once. Gringotts sent out an emergency mail regarding the Will reading and assets seizure to the young Lord Potter Black only to be disappointed again with the lack of a reply. The ministry was then forced to hold the will hearing of the young Lord under the laws of Gringott's Goblins.

Due to the absence of a will by said party, Gringott's Goblins had no choice but to hold a ceremony to determine the new Lord Potter and Lord Black.

In an interesting turn of events the young Heir Malfoy was able to claim the Black family name and fortune due to his close blood relation to the House of Black through his mother Narcissa Malfoy nee Black.

The Potter line however, unfortunately ended today with no blood relation stepping forward to claim the Lordship. The Potter family fortune, one of the biggest second only to the Blacks, was officially seized by the ministry post ceremony as per the Walling Pact section three=, rule twenty seven.

By,

Rita Skeeter

Harry couldn't help it; he started madly cackling in barely restrained glee drawing some odd looks. He waved them off and stepped outside the Leaky Cauldron, a happy grin on his face. He wished he could see the look on the face of Ragnok and the ministry when they saw that the entire fortune had been stolen right under their noses, literally. Greedy Goblins, he knew that they still held onto that grudge for him breaking into Gringott's. Tricksters they were, sneaky with an edge of cunning that put him on alert every time he interacted with a Goblin.

He walked towards Gringott's and he nearly choked seeing Lucius Malfoy , Cornelius Fudge and Draco Malfoy walk out wearing a very small tutu. Their skin had turned pink, with a lot of green spots here and there. The tutu's would vanish in an hour, the low amount of magic he had used to avoid detection by the Gringott' sensors would make it last only that long. A guy from the Press snapped a photo, making Lucius Malfoy snarl in rage.

Harry discretely cast a notice me not on himself before his features reassembled into his original self, his vivid green eyes shining in amusement. He walked up, following the crowd to where Fudge was arguing with the photographer.

No one noticed him, everyone's attention focused on the pink trio. He watched Fudge wave his hands like a feathery bird, in annoyance at his picture in a tutu being taken.

"Hey there Blondie, is this how you served Voldemort? As a sex slave in a tutu, I didn't think you were into the kinky stuff?" Harry yelled drawing attention to himself.

Silence spread throughout the alley as they all stared at the man who had dared to insult the political monster in the Wizengamot. It took a few seconds for the sheeple to recognize him as their Savior. Ten minutes later, they were still gaping at him, a person who had been declared dead.

"Potter" Lucy yelled making Harry's nearly deaf.

"My, My, aren't you a screamer?" Harry said with a wink making the blonde blush.

"You filthy half-blood, you'll pay for this insult" Draco Malfoy said drawing his wand.

"Draco dearest, I can see that you're still as amateur as a 22-year old can get. Same insult's, not very creative are we, must be a Malfoy thing to have a pea-sized brain." Harry grinned, "Is that why your mother's so stiff Draco? Because of the pea-sized Malfoy thing?"

Draco and Lucius spluttered at the blatant show of disrespect towards the Lady Malfoy and baiting.

"Now, Now Mr. Potter-" Fudge started.

"Ah, Shut up you little slime ball. I will never know how the people keep re-electing you again and again, even after you have proved your incompetence time and time again" Harry said with snort.

"Potter, I'll have you in Azkaban for this. I'll feed your soul to the Demetors. I'll …" Lucius started yelling all kinds of incomprehensible things.

Harry just smirked; It was time to put phase-2 into action. Ah, he loved manipulating the fools of this country.

In Another Universe

Crucio.

Nymphadora Tonks dived out of the way. The mask she was wearing loosened a bit, barely hanging on. She could feel the numbness throughout her body, having already taken a Crucio earlier during the fight.

Stupefy. Expulso. Diffindo. Stupefy.

The last spell from James Potter got the Auror as he slumped unconscious. He threw up a shield at the last moment stopping a dark cutting curse from Bellatrix Lestrange, head of the DMLE. He started throwing spells at a brick neck pace, furious at the woman in front of him. Tonks only needed a moment to catch her breath. Aiming her wand at the concrete floor beneath her aunts shield she fired off a quick Reducto.

The debris was enough to worm its way past the Protego and the momentary loss of concentration was all that was needed as James threw a black glistening substance at the foot of the Aurors and their boss. Bellatrix's eyes widened as she attempted to banish the black stone, only for it to explode covering the area in black smoke.

Quickly helping up his partner the duo took a series of complicated twists and turns along the narrow streets of Knockturn Alley before Apparating away with near silent pops.

It was a bruised Nymphadora Tonks that made her way into Celestial manor, Dumbledore's estate. Eva Grans immediately rushed towards her former classmate, waving her wand and running the usual diagnostics. James deposited her in the care of the Order healer before walking towards Dumbledore, a noticeable limp in his walk.

"They knew we were going to be there" he said through gritted teeth.

Dubledore's expression was neutral save for the slight widening of his eyes, "How?" he murmured.

"I don't know Albus, but it was all one big setup. Just when we thought we had the goods that Lestrange bitch came out of nowhere casting Crucio's like mad" James vented.

"We didn't even have a chance to defend. Tonks was hit; we had a dozen Aurors rounding us up in seconds. If it were not for the Weasley twins' instant darkness powder … I shudder to think what would have befallen my son" James snarled.

Dubledore sighed. He was very well aware of the slow and systematic elimination of any and all Light Pureblood families, only to have them replaced by those more cooperative to the ministry. Tom was malicious in the sense that he took out only those pureblood families whose bloodline, he was sure could be continued by those on his side. Albus had hoped that the Potter's exotic blood relationship with that of Godric Gryffindor himself would preserve them from extermination. It now seemed that Tom wanted Draco Malfoy's children to continue the Potter bloodline.

"James, I think we can agree on you reducing your escapades for the time being, at least until the heat on you has reduced a bit" Dumbledore said, being as passive as possible not wanting the active man to think he was being caged.

"Sure Albus" James said with a sigh before he went away to meet his wife.

Albus Dumbledore coughed a bit, feeling his lungs burn in pain. He slipped out a vial from his pocket and emptied it into his mouth. Tom was panicking. That was a given seeing as how he had ordered Bellatrix to track down Order members, an event that had not happened in the past eight to ten members. Nothing had changed since then and suddenly Tom was ordering for Order members to be captured. T could be for the sake of granting Draco more power, but … there was the slight possibility that Tom had sent for the Order members due to the prophecy. Tying up the loose ends in preparation for battle seemed like Tom's way of assuring that his equal did not have any advantages.

Albus had long since given up on believing in prophesies. Since the murder of two infants, by Tom Albus had lost all hopes of redemption in Tom, a person capable of killing two children in cold blood deserved no mercy. He had hoped during the Battle of Hogwarts that giving up the intention of saving Tom and resorting to kill his former student combined with the edge given by the Elder Wand would have been enough. Sadly, he had been defeated, soundly and had it not been for Fawkes he would onto his next great adventure.

He watched as Lily Potter and Emmiline Black emerged from an adjacent room, talking in low tones as they carried the newly gathered supplied inside. So young, and having suffered so much already. He knew that a day didn't go by that Lily and James didn't mourn their first born, the other three little Potters having no idea that they even had an older brother. His greatest students were gathered here, being with them gave his old heart a sense of love. Alastor Moody his oldest friend walked in through the front door, limping on his stump, his magical eye spinning widely.

A few Order members followed, all groaning and massaging various parts of their body. Moody was a tad bit extreme when it came to training. He always had been, since he first became an Auror. A little group of kid's huddled together at the side of the hall brought a smile to his face. Their innocent faces laden with a small smile as they played a game of dice was an elixir to his tired eyes. His spirit strengthened and his resolve to make sure that these kids had a fulfilling and lovely life filled his mind. He couldn't help but want the prophecy to be true.

They could really use a Dark Lords equal on their side.

Author Notes:

Hello guys. long time since I updated this story. I got my momentum back for this plot, so ya, I'll get the next chapter ready, soon. Tell me how the chapter is? Review, please. Feel free to PM me regarding errors or other type of mistakes in the chapter. I'll get them corrected as soon as possible.

Also do help me out with the pairings.

HP/NT would be appropriate as they would be almost the same age when they meet.

HP/DG is also good - I'm partially inclined to this. I love Daphne the Ice queen. I really do.

Review or PM me other pairings that may look good with this plot.