Hey guys, sorry I took so long to put up this chapter, but I only just finished writing it! Anyways, I was wondering who you want Harry to be with. This WILL be a maleXmale fic, so please limit your selves to guys! If you could contact me with who you want to be with Harry, please do! Thank you! (:
A few minutes later the bus came to a sudden and abrupt stop, the driver calling out where they were. Smiling faintly, Harry stood up and grabbed his trunk and disembarked from the Knight Bus. Seconds later, the door shut and the bus was off like a bullet, gone as soon as it was there. Making his way to The Leaky Cauldron, Harry stepped in and was assaulted by the loud noises and strong scents around him. Cringing, he walked up to the counter, sidestepping people and ducking outstretched arms.
"Hi Tom, can I get a room please?" Harry shouted out, trying to be heard above the loud din of the room. "How long are you going to be staying for?" Tom shouted, replying in kind. "A few days at the most, I can pay upfront if you like?" Harry shouted back, leaning forward so they could hear each other better. "Sure," Tom replied, quieter now that the people around them were settling down, "you're in room 13" Tom said as he handed Harry the key. Smiling his thanks, Harry gave Tom the money and grabbed the key, making his way up the stairs and to his new room. Unlocking the door, Harry stepped in, dragging his trunk behind him and setting it down as he closed the door.
Harry threw the keys up, and caught them again, looking around the room. Following through with his previous movement, he threw and caught the keys over and over, nervously looking around. What should he do now? Calming down slightly, he caught the keys in mid-air and held them; he had an idea. What should he do? Well, why not make a list? With a thoughtful look on his face, Harry placed the keys on a table in the kitchen, and picked up his trunk, setting it down at the foot of the bed. Reaching in, Harry searched around for a quill and parchment, set on making a list of what he needed to do. Finally finding it he stood up and kicked the trunk shut. Walking over to the table, Harry sat down and thought. What was he going to do? He was out of money, and had no idea what he was even doing. Harry thought, panicking slightly. At least it's better than the Dursley's! His mind argued back. Shaking his head to clear his thought, Harry took a deep breath and set quill to parchment. A few minutes later he stopped and looked over his list.
First up was Gringotts; he needed to get some more money, and see if his parents had written a will, also he wanted to check his accounts; he wouldn't put it past the Dursley's to steal from him, even if it was Wizard gold! After all, money was money. Frowning slightly, Harry wondered if there were any rituals that the Goblin's could perform to take the trace off him and any other things.
Second, he decided, was to buy a house, or see if his parents had left him one. After all, he couldn't stay where he was forever, and he would be more comfortable in his own home; knowing that it was his and no one else's.
Third on his list were new clothes. There was no way he would wear Dudley's cast offs ever again! Harry knew that he had enough money to buy himself some decent clothes, and damned if he wasn't going to!
Fourth, he thought, was that he should probably go to the Apothecary and buy some salves and potions for his injuries. A stray thought crossed his mind as he thought about his injuries. Was it perhaps possible to get his eyesight fixed? And what about his height; because he just knew that he wasn't supposed to be this short! Both his parents had been fairly tall.. so why wasn't he?
And lastly, Harry was going to go to Flourish and Blotts, he wanted to know more about the Wizarding world! And, he thought, he might as well buy his school stuff for next year while he was at it.
Smiling as he finished his list, Harry stretched and stood up, wincing as his stretch jostled his ribs – he really needed to get those looked at, and headed towards the bathroom – he was dirty and hadn't showered in a few days thanks to his Aunt Petunia. Harry hated the feeling of not being clean, and right now he felt absolutely horrendous. Shedding his clothes as he walked over to the shower, his thoughts in turmoil, Harry thought hard about the Headmaster. He wasn't quite sure about Albus Dumbledore - Dumbledore had a plan, and Harry wasn't sure how to get out of it.
A/N – Sorry, I took so long to put this up, and that it's so short! I'm writing these chapters as I go, so be patient with me!
P.S I edited this chapter slightly; added some sentences and such as I didn't like how short it was! I will try and get the next chapter up tomorrow, or if not on Saturday! :)
Next time: Harry goes to Gringotts and discovers just how far his Headmaster will go to keep him under his thumb and ignorant. Rituals abound, healing follows and shopping is always the best therapy!
Excerpt from next chapter: "Mr Potter, you are at the moment one of the more powerful wizards of this generation. In fact, you are only just shy of being at the same level of power as Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle, or as he prefers to be known; Lord Voldemort." The goblin stated as he looked at Harry calmly, greed fleetingly crossing his eyes as he thought about how much gold the Potter vaults contained.
"Are you serious? But.. What?" Harry said, momentarily stunned into silence, confusion evident on his face.
"I assure you Mr Potter, that I am very much serious," The goblin said crisply, "and that is not counting any blocks that may be on your core from our Inheritance Test. We should be receiving that information soon, Mr Potter."
Harry took in a shuddering breath and lent into his hands, rubbing his newly healed eyes. He once again was stunned at his level of power. He had never once thought that he could be so powerful, and why would he have? He hadn't even known about magic until he was eleven years old! And even now, he didn't even know that much about the Wizarding World. So deep in thought, was Harry, that he didn't notice the goblin coming in with his information. A few minutes later he heard a chuckle and looked up sharply.
"What? Is there something wrong?" He asked quickly.
"Quite the contrary Mr Potter, it would seem you are a man of many talents." The goblin said, slyly looking at Harry out of the corners of his eyes. Harry, being confused, answered as eloquently as was possible in the circumstances;
"Huh?" Chuckling again, the goblin slid the piece of parchment over to him. Taking a breath, Harry looked down. What he read boggled his mind.
