It had been eight years since that fateful night. Eight years since Harry had been dropped of on the Dursleys doorstep, 8 years since he'd been condemned to hell. Beaten, starved, neglected, attacked by his cousin and his Aunt Petunia. Starved and forced to do more chores than most slaves by his Uncle Vernon. All for the simple crime of his birth.
It was july 30th, the day before his birthday. Dudley and his gang had been " harry hunting " as they called it. He was hiding behind a row of dumpsters praying they wouldn't find him. His prayers went unanswered as he heard Polkiss, Dudleys second in command yell out he had found him. As the gang advanced on him Harry wished with all his might they would leave him alone and not hurt him, there was a loud bang and they all went flying.
I am so gonna get it when I go home… harry thought with fear as he bolted.

He ran as fast as he could, arriving at number 4, privet drive surrey and had just opened the door to his room ( AKA the cupboard under the stairs ) when Dudley barolled in the back door and was screaming at his mother about what the "freak" did to him and his friends. Of course Uncle Vernon chose that moment to make his appearance. Dudley told him everything that had happened and Vernon Dursley turned purple with rage.

He grabbed harry by the back of his shirt and pulled him out of his cupboard. Vernon flung him across the short hallway and grabbed Harry by the neck choking him. " You, you think it funny to attack hardworking, smart, decent people do you boy? You think it's fun to go around beating people up? Well I'll show you, Ive had enough of your freakishness I'LL BEAT IT OUT OF YOU IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO! AND IF I CAN'T THEN YOU'LL JOIN YOUR DRUNK WHORE MOTHER AND RETARD FATHER IN HELL! " Vernon proceeded to beat and slam Harry into the walls before throwing him on the floor.

He continued kicking him smashing any part he could reach. After almost ten minutes harry had long since blacked out and a pool of blood was forming on the floor. Just as Vernon realised he may have gone too far the house began to shake. A siren began to sound and sourceless red lights flashed, then with a burst of pure golden light young harry's body vanished.

300 miles away Potter Manor

The house elves of the potter family had been put into stasis when james and lilly went into hiding. But when a golden light deposited a broken bloody and battered young child into the infirmary they were awoken. As they all elf-popped into the infirmary the healer elves were hard at work trying to stabilise their young master. For only a Potter could have come through the wards. The other elves stood frozen in shock and rage at the sight of the abused young boy.

The healver elves used every ounce of their power and every potion they could think of, but they had done all they could. It was up to their young master now. After three days his eyes fluttered and opened revealing emerald green eyes that immediately widened in fear and confusion as he did not recognize his surroundings.

Tollir, the head potter elf came forward to the side of Harry's bed and introduced himself. He explained what had happened and told harry that ancient family magic had sensed he was dieing and transported him here, to his family home in order to save his life.

At first harry did not believe, could not believe his eyes or what he was hearing. He was in a large room, filled with two rows of three beds. Light was streaming in through an array of windows, and he was surrounded by strange looking creatures with tennis-ball sized eyes and huge floppy ears. Tollir told him about being a wizard and brought him to the portrait gallery, Where he met his grandparents and his extended family. Charlus his grandfather was enraged and appalled at harry's treatment at the hands of the muggles. He offered to teach harry as much as he could so that should he ever need it he could defend himself. For the next two years harry studied using the huge library at his disposal. He studied potions, charms, transfiguration, combat magic, dark creatures, and martial arts. His grandfather charlus had allowed him the use of an old potter family wand in the study so he could practise the spells he was researching. By the time his Hogwarts letter arrived ( hogwarts knew where to send it as not even dumbledore knew where he was and has been flipping out the last two years much to harry's amusement when he later found out) he immediately penned a reply and sent it off accepting his place in Hogwarts, harry went over to the rather ornate fireplace shaped like a dragon's mouth. He reached up onto the mantle and opened up a small mason jar. He took out a pinch of powder and clearly stated " Diagon Alley."

He stepped out of a public floo and made his way towards the great white granite and marble building. In giant gold letters was GRINGOTTS BANK. Harry walked up the steps past two goblin guards and through the double doors. He joined a line and waited for a tellar. When he got up to the podium he said n perfect gobblydgook "I wish to visit my trust vault. Escort me there or die." His grandfather had taught him the goblin language and explained they were a warrior race. The tougher and meaner you were, the more respect you had. The goblin almost fell off his stool in shock. He nodded once and made his way over to a door beckoning for harry to follow.

Through the door the small goblin led him to a cart and instructed him to get in, then they set off. After a few minutes they arrived at a small round door. The goblin beckoned Harry out of the cart and over to the door. " place your palm on the door and the vault shall open mister potter" He complied and with a grinding noise the vault opened and harry gasped. Charlus had warned him that his trust vault would be well stocked but, mountains of gold and silver coins were piled inside. Along with books, and chests and an empty portrait.

Harry grabbed a small coin pouch from beside the door and began shoving gold coins ( galleons charlus had explained ) into it. Once he had amassed a few hundred in the small purse, which felt no different than it had before, he nodded in satisfaction and walked out of the vault.

They got back in the cart and made their way back up to the bank. Harry left the bank and pulled out his booklist, to Flourish and Blotts I suppose. He thought placing the list back inside his pocket and heading to te bookstore to begin his shopping for the school year.

AUTHORS NOTE: so this is chapter two, I'm starting on chapter three and may post it either this afternoon or tonight. like I said I'm pretty much open scheduled so ill be updating as much as I can! please read and review! also before anyone complains yes there WILL be an inheritance test but there's a reason he hasn't taken it yet. I promise it will be clear later!