Harry and Kreacher stayed in the tent together for a week more before Harry decided to move on to a new location to set up camp. It had been ingrained in his mind to constantly switch between locations to keep himself safe, Horcrux hunting had developed an instinct in Harry. It meant that he was always thinking about the next location, always wondering if the wards were secure. They always were but it was something Harry couldn't stop worrying over. It was like a little nagging feeling at the back of his skull-not the front for once-seeming to suggest that there was something amiss.

There were only a few rare times when this feeling subsided, only when someone he trusted was with him. Unfortunately, while with Hermione and Ron, he found there were few times when he could trust them both, with the power of the locket tainting their thoughts. Now, he was learning to trust Kreacher but it would take a while for him to feel safe enough that he would lower his guard.

Their new place of residence for the week would be on the outskirts of a quaint little farm, Harry had made a deal with the Muggle owners. They would allow Harry to stay if he helped out around the farm. Harry saw no problem with this seeing as the owners had practically forced him to take some of their fresh produce and insisted that he would be compensated for his work.

Whilst with the Dursleys, he had spent a lot of time in the garden which came in great use here. He knew what plants needed to survive and what would stop them in their tracks, weeds for example would take up space and nutrients that crops needed to grow. Harry found the hard work therapeutic, it was relaxing-even more so without the Dursleys breathing down his neck. In his relaxed state Harry did not notice the owl swooping over him until a gentle hoot grabbed his attention, a newspaper clutched in it's talons.

Even though he knew it was a bad idea, Harry also knew that being well-informed was valuable. Anyone with half a brain cell could tell that the Daily Prophet twisted the truth so far that it became almost impossible to extract useful information, however; there was one piece of news that Harry was looking forward to.

Once Ravenclaw's heir revealed the presence of the Diadem to the public, it would be huge news. Harry was just smug that it would make Tom Riddle's task of making it a Horcrux almost impossible. Riddle couldn't risk being caught in an attempt to steal it, it was a highly valuable artefact after all and was sure to be given the highest form of protection. Tom would have to alter his plans.

That thought did cause Harry slight concern, for this could cause Riddle to hunt a new potential Horcrux-this new artefact would be unknown to Harry. However, Harry doubted that, Riddle had waited a long time to make Nagini into a Horcrux so it wouldn't be a starch to assume he would lie low for a while. There was still the high possibility that he would still want the Diadem, that just meant Harry would need to be ready to defend it and that he would need to get rid of the other Horcruxes in the mean time.

Either way, Harry should get started on hunting the other horcruxes. The ring would be the most challenging, with it's place on Riddle's finger; Nagini didn't even exist yet and it would prudent to allow Malfoy to calm down before he tried to steal from him-so he would have to go for the cup!

It appeared it was time to visit Goldwick again!

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Harry would have to make two stops for his plan to work. The first of these being Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the second being Gringotts. When Harry told Kreacher of his plans to 'visit' the wizarding bank, he was adamant that 'Filthy Master should bes looking like proper wizards' and brought him some wizarding robes-probably from the depths of Grimmauld Place's attic. (The fact that Kreacher could travel between dimensions seemed to hold no real basis for Harry. Every time they had experimented with side-along apparation it had failed to get Harry back to his original universe. This was just another way Death shackled Harry to this planet of existence). Cleaning the rest of the house had been easy but the attic remained off limits, with all the potentially lethal objects up there it was a death trap for anyone but Kreacher. The standard checks had proven the clothes clean from any hexes, poisons or charms and so on. Harry was ready to set off when he was dressed in stiff, yet comfortable, robes of a dark forest green with bold silver lining. Sometimes it was nice to dress in the finery of wizards, his upbringing had left him feeling deprived of such luxury. The absence of the Black family crest seemed to suggest it most likely never have been worn by anyone from said family.

Apparating to Hogsmeade was a simple task and so was walking over the grounds of Hogwarts. It was peaceful an allowed him the time to wonder whether he should have requested a meeting, it would have been polite, but Harry knew Dumbledore would want to hear what he had to say. The Transfiguration professor had always had his doubts about Riddle so he would be the person to go to for Harry's request.

Approaching the grand double doors that led to the welcoming chamber of Hogwarts filled Harry with a sense of fulfilment and comfort, momentarily his mind strayed to the Final Battle but he forced that out of his mind. Just as the Master of Death made it to the front doors, they were swung open by the hand of the Headmaster Armando Dippet.

"Hello there young man, what brings you to this fine school on a day such as this?" Headmaster Dippet appeared just as welcoming as Dumbledore had been, if without his signature eye twinkle.

"I'm sorry for my abrupt appearance at your doors but I wish to speak with Professor Dumbledore, I have urgent business with him. I would greatly appreciate it if you would allow me access to your school so I can have an audience with him." Harry implored.

"Professor Dumbledore is currently teaching a class but I am sure he would have no qualms with meeting you, please come inside and wait. It is far too cold to be standing out here. I will lead you to his office and then inform him of your presence, so if you would follow me." A sweeping motion with his arm allowed Harry access to the warmth of the castle walls.

"Thank you Headmaster."

"It is my pleasure, all I wish to know is what name I should give my Transfiguration Professor." This caused a small blush to form on Harry's cheeks, he was terrible at introductions!

"Please forgive my rudeness, my name is Arty Johnson. I appreciate you help in this matter, even if I haven't been very accommodating." Harry's own words brought the redness back to his cheeks.

"Think nothing of it Mr Johnson, it's a simple mistake to make." All of this was said with a smile which allowed Harry to see there really was no issue with his lack of respect.

They walked mostly in comfortable silence which allowed Harry to take everything in, even after years of wandering Hogwart's halls, he still found it mesmerising. The walls seemed to exude a greeting, caressing Harry's magic and remembering him. Harry had always felt loved here, Hogwarts was built to care for children so she must have sensed his less than stellar home life and compensated by wrapping her magic all around him in a gentle hug. Briefly, Harry allowed some of his magic to seep out and intertwine with that of the castle. He could almost see it as the mixture of magic danced around the hallways, his magic practically sang with the joy of it, to be welcomed back to Hogwarts was something that Harry had only dreamt of. It was only when Harry turned back to the Headmaster that he noticed a small smile on his lips, he was an old wizard and it would be easy for him to sense the playful magic in the air. Harry fought down yet another embarrassed flush so that he could continue down the corridor, in his distraction he had stopped walking-this was likely to be what caught the Headmaster's attention.

"Sorry about that, she's a beautiful castle." Faintly, Harry felt a warm breeze ruffle his hair. Harry guessed she appreciated the compliment.

"That she is, terribly vain too," Dippet chuckled.

"Well she has every right to be," Harry quipped as he ran his hand along a wall.

It was only a short while later that they reached Dumbledore's office, well Harry still considered it to be Professor McGonagall's office. Saying his goodbye and then taking a seat allowed Harry a chance to compare the office with the one he was used to. The main, noticeable, difference was all of the trinkets that were scattered on his desk and bookshelves. There were a few mismatched, comfy armchairs scattered around and a few wizarding photographs here and there but other than that it was the same as Harry remembered. A soft trill from the corner alerted him to yet another difference, but one that was rather welcome. Fawkes held a special place in his heart.

It appeared today was a burning day for Fawkes because all Harry could see of him was a small tuft of feathers poking out of a pile of ash. Harry walked closer so that he could see him clearly and spoke softly.

"Hey there. Nice to meet you, my name's Arty. I guess you can't really talk but I knew a phoenix once, he helped me out a lot. I don't know if I ever thanked him so if you see him, say thanks for me will you?" The replying burst of phoenix song let Harry know the message had been received which drew a genuine smile from Harry's lips. Harry felt slightly better about his trip here after talking to Fawkes.

"I see you've met Fawkes Mr Johnson," The familiar grandfatherly voice drew Harry's attention to the doorway. Immediately Harry stood so that he could shake Dumbledore's hand.

"Yes, he is a fine phoenix. Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice Professor, however; I know that you will be very interested in what I have to say. All that I ask is that we speak somewhere with absolute privacy and without interruptions." Harry's serious tone snapped Dumbledore into action as he waved his wand and erected several wards which Harry assumed would give them the privacy he had requested.

"Let us take a seat then Mr Johnson. I have ensured that we will not be disturbed, so you may begin. Oh, would you like a lemon drop?" At Harry's polite decline Dumbledore assumed his typical pose with has hands clasped in front of him. This gave Harry a chance to calm himself and organise this thoughts.

"Thank you sir. I wish to talk about a man called Tom Riddle, I am aware that you have had your suspicions about him in the past and I am here to confirm them. Are you familiar with the term 'Horcruxes'?" Dumbledore's slightly widened eyes and the stiffening of his posture clearly indicated he knew of the cursed procedure to lengthen life.

"I am sorry to say that Tom Riddle crossed a serious boundary by creating several of these objects and I need your help to get rid of them. I know this is rather sudden and difficult to believe so I brought one of them with me. When I became aware of the location, I had to get it before it was moved." At this Harry brought out Slytherin's locket. This action caused several things to happen at once : most of the trinkets started spewing smoke and started to let off a series of alarming noises; Fawkes started trilling and Dumbledore stiffened even further. The magic seeping from the locket was shown to be even more unnatural in the presence of the contrastingly pure magic of Hogwarts.

"This is very worrying. I never thought Tom would go this far." Dumbledore seemed to be lost in his own little world and so Harry gave him a moment to compose himself.

"I hope that you will be able to find it in yourself to trust me because I know what I'm going to ask of you is a lot. I know the location of another of Riddle's Horcruxes but I need the Sword of Gryffindor to acquire it."

"H-how many did he make?" Dumbledore appeared rather flustered by all the new information.

"He currently has four but I have been told he wishes to make more. I have already brought Ravenclaw's Diadem to safety so it shall never be turned into a Horcrux."

Dumbledore was silent for a few more moments before he seemed to pull himself together. "Why would you require Gryffindor's sword?"

"The location of the Horcrux I am hunting is in a rather-delicate-position so I need to make a deal and Gryffindor's sword is the easiest way to do that. After all, who would be crazy enough to try and break into Gringotts?" A small smirk decorated Harry's face as he remembered his adventures.

"You wish to make a deal with Goblins?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"Yes I do. The Goblin's were the ones to create the sword of Gryffindor so I'm sure they would appreciate it returned to them. Maybe even grateful enough to allow me access to a secure vault. All I can do is hope."

"I wonder if I'm going to regret this," Dumbledore muttered, "I'll get the Sword for you, is there anything else?"

"No-wait-yes. Yes, if you should come across a boy with the eyes of his mother and the face of his father make sure not to put all your hopes on him this time. Protect him. Be the one to save him, not the other way round."

Dumbledore contemplated this for a while and seemed to look at Harry in a new light, "I guess it will be a while before I see you again then, my boy." (1) The familiar endearment almost broke Harry but he reined himself in.

"Yes, I suppose it will be Gramps." The look on Dumbledore's face burst the dam in Harry's heart and he exploded into tearful laughter. Never in his life had he called Dumbledore 'Gramps' but the situation seemed so perfect that Harry couldn't resist, the fact that this Dumbledore was far younger was just the cherry on top.

"When do you need Gryffindor's artefact?"

"Today would be preferable but within the week is as far as I can stretch." Harry really didn't have such a deadline but he wanted to spent the least amount of time in this world as possible. He may have been enjoying the peace here but, just like his anxiety, there was a constant nagging feeling that he didn't belong here.

"I'm sure there's something I can do." Dumbledore muttered, seeming to contemplate exactly how it was going to happen. "The sword is currently located in the Headmaster's office, I have a friendly relationship with Headmaster Dippet so I'm sure this task shall be rather simple. I am assuming that things would be far easier if you could leave with the sword today so I shall attempt to acquire it for you."

"I really appreciate this Professor. I know I haven't given you many reasons to trust me but we're fighting against a common enemy. Tom Riddle must be stopped. I'm aware that there are not many that distrust Riddle so you were the only person I could come to."

"It would be my pleasure, my boy. Now, it is approaching lunchtime and I am expected in the Great Hall. Do you wish to stay for lunch?" Dumbledore asked and then continued at Harry's unsure expression, "It would save you having to come back to the castle for the sword later in the day."

Harry was thinking fast, would there really be any harm in making an appearance? He didn't think he was particularly noticeable and as long as he didn't do anything drastic then it shouldn't really matter whether or not he had lunch here. Furthermore, it really would be a shame to have to come back to the school to get the sword. It would be a waste of his time. Considering the fact that the only way to make contact would be through owl mail-which could take days. Then again, Harry knew from experience that people tended to remember the smaller details especially Slytherins. It would be dangerous to show his face to a hall full of potential Voldemort followers. That was the final straw, there was a line he couldn't cross, no matter how much easier it would be to stay, he knew he shouldn't. Maybe there was a compromise-he could eat lunch in the kitchens so he wouldn't draw attention and he wouldn't have to come back to the school. Once he told Dumbledore of his choice they both made their way out of his office and went their separate ways in the castle.

Harry should have known that not all the students would be in the Great Hall.

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Just as he was tickling the pear to open the door to the kitchens, it swung open in his face. There was a moment when emerald eyes met silver before foreheads collided and they both ended up sprawled on the floor.

Jumping up, Harry immediately burst into apologies, "I'm so sorry, are you alright?" Harry reached out his hand to help the boy up and was rather shocked when it was knocked away.

"I don't need your help." The boy spat.

Harry had a rather low tolerance of fools and so didn't say anything further, he merely snorted and stepped over the adolescent so that he could finally get some food. The fact that he did so seemed to shock the student. It appeared he wasn't used to being ignored, well Harry was good at ignoring people so that boy would just have to get over himself.

Harry wanted to focus on the house-elves and so he did. "Sorry, excuse me." Harry called and was only mildly surprised when the nearest house-elf sprung over to greet him.

"Hello Master, sir. What yous needs from Zippy?" The house-elf bowed low.

"Do you think you would be able to get me some leftovers please?" The house-elf stiffened momentarily and then looked up at Harry for a moment, her eyes seemed to glisten but before Harry could say anything Zippy was off. She rushed around the kitchens gathering food as she went, a few seconds later she returned with a basket full of fruits, sandwiches and other goodies.

"Here yous gos Master, sir! I bes hoping yous enjoying it!" Zippy bowed once again.

"Thank you Zippy, this looks delicious!" Harry smiled at the house-elf and swung the basket as he spun around ready to stride out of the kitchen. There were a few things that made him stop, the physical and the mental. The physical being the house-elf wrapped around his legs and the mental being his extreme confusion as to why the student was standing in the doorway staring at him.

Deciding that he should deal with the immediate issue, Harry looked down at the house-elf and smiled down at her.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked.

"Cans Zippy bes knowings Master sir's name?"

"You can call me Arty, Zippy." Nothing more needed to be said because Zippy bowed once again and then skipped off to hide her emotional state. Harry then turned to the student he had bumped into, in the time it had taken for him to talk to the house-elf he had managed to pull himself together.

"Was there something you needed?" Harry asked.

"I-I wanted to apologise. With the robes you are wearing, I assumed that you were going to be just like the prejudice purebloods that run this school. I'm used to being taunted for my blood status so I decided to strike first, I know that was rude so I'm sorry."

The genuine speech threw Harry off so all he could say was, "I'm a half-blood."

"Yeah," He chuckled, "I figured that out, Arty." The tone of voice was all it took for Harry to understand that the boy before him wasn't judging him for his Muggle name.

"Well, shouldn't I know your name if we're going to be on first name basis?" Harry countered.

"I'm called Stephen Bogart (2), and you are?"

"I go by Arty Johnson, nice to meet you Steve," Harry quipped.

"Well, I feel like this could get awkward fast so I'll leave you to your lunch, see you around Arts!" Stephen waved as he walked away.

"See you, Stevie!" It felt good to have a simple bantering session with someone his own age, the smile stayed on his face for the whole time Harry was eating.

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Harry had just finished his food outside so when he saw students heading across the grass to go to either Care of Magical Creatures or Herbology he knew that he was free to wander the corridors of Hogwarts. Classes had started so it was unlikely he would run into too many people. Gathering the basket into the arms, Harry made his way towards the kitchens so he could return it. He made it in and out with little trouble, he loved the house-elves but they tended to go over the top with people they favoured.

When he was free of the basket he headed back out of the school. Dumbledore was sure to have classes at the moment so he had a few hours to occupy himself.

Wandering in the Forbidden Forest had always been a stupid idea so why shouldn't that be what took up his time? The trees were one of the only things that looked almost exactly the same as when he had been at school. It was refreshing for him to see something that was similar. Harry really hoped he ran into the thestrals, he wondered how long their life span was, or if they even died. They were creatures of death after all. It shouldn't have come as a surprise when he found himself surrounded by thestrals a moment later, they probably sensed a kindred spirit in Harry.

Several moist noses were pressed into his back and sides as Harry was surrounded, he patted two of the thestrals heads to indicate that he wanted to pass. They parted like the red sea, maybe there were some perks in being half-dead. As he walked deeper into the forest Harry could feel the thestrals following him but he decided to ignore them, there were a few other creatures he wanted to visit. Maybe he could find Buckbeak's relatives.

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Harry wasn't sure how long he spent in the forest but when he emerged, he found that it was getting dark. The owl swooping down to greet him was a school one, Harry suspected that Dumbledore was behind it and greatly hoped he was giving him good news.

Opening the note revealed that he was very fortunate. Apparently, Dumbledore had the sword. It was too late for Harry to go to Gringotts today but getting the sword would be a huge step in the right direction. There was a vague feeling that everything had been going far too well on his quest but, frankly, Harry didn't care enough to try and figure it out. Harry headed up to the school and to Dumbledore's current office, his night-time walk through Hogwart's halls made him so reminiscent of his school days that he almost walked right past the door he was meant to enter. Luckily, a student was just exiting said office and snapped Harry to attention.

Harry briefly made eye contact with the student and wondered why Stephen was visiting Dumbledore, maybe the confrontation with Steve was set up so Dumbledore would know if Harry was as honest as he presented himself. Well, he hoped he had passed. The friendly smile and wink from Steve seemed to suggest that he had but it was Dumbledore's verdict that Harry was nervous about.

All fears were demolished when Harry walked through the door to Dumbledore's office and saw the typical twinkle present in the professor's eyes, he guessed he had nothing to worry about.

"I would feel sad if my new buddy Steve turned out to dislike my presence." Harry barely even tried to sound hurt.

"Sorry my boy, some things can't be left to chance and Mr Bogart is one of my best students. Don't feel too bad, Stephen seems to enjoy your company." In return Dumbledore didn't even try to sound sorry.

"Either way, you sent for me?" Harry held up the letter he had received only a few minutes earlier and moved into a seat.

"Oh yes, I have it here. Headmaster Dippet was happy to give it to me when I told him it would be going to someone that would use it for it's true purpose. Only a true Gryffindor would ever be able to wield it." At Harry's look of bewilderment the Professor continued with, "From experience, I know that only a Gryffindor would be as bold as to walk right up to Hogwarts to get what they needed."

Harry shrugged, all of the above was true so there was no point denying it but there was no reason for him to admit it either. Sometimes staying silent was the best option.

"Hmm, I suppose there is a hint of Slytherin in you as well." Dumbledore seemed to find Harry even more interesting at that fact. "I suppose that I shouldn't keep you in suspense any longer." Finally the familiar hilt of Gryffindor's Sword emerged from behind the desk.

Harry reached for the sword and sighed, "It really is beautiful isn't it?"

"I would have to agree with you on that."

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The next day Harry was up bright and early so he could get to Gringotts before it got too busy. Truthfully, he was rather nervous about this whole procedure with the Goblins. If they didn't agree to his deal then he would have no choice but to break in which would make him a lot of enemies, it would also be extremely obvious that he was the perpetrator. This had to go well, otherwise he would actually be on the run again.

As Harry climbed the steps up to Gringotts he cleared his mind and tried to relax, he couldn't afford to appear weak or nervous. The Goblins could be very vicious when they wanted to be, his thoughts drifted to the dragon that had been tortured into submission by their hands. Harry was pretty sure they couldn't torture him but he would still be careful.

This time, Harry was here about serious matters so he didn't bother looking at the architecture, he just made his way towards the counters and asked for Goldwick. Maybe if he appeared to know what he was doing, then they would take him seriously. It was a very weak train of thought but sometimes false confidence was the best way forward. They led Harry to an office at the back of the bank with the name 'Goldwick' engraved in the wood, preparing himself mentally Harry knocked and then waited. When a disinterested shout of 'Come in!' grabbed his attention, Harry made his way inside. Harry had no problem admitting he was completely ignorant of Goblin customs and so didn't even attempt to use any phrases about overflowing gold or good luck. Some things were better left alone, he would prefer to look ignorant than try and suck up to the Goblins. After all, being himself usually worked out well.

When the Goblin only welcomed Harry with a blank look, he decided he should get on with it. Time was money and Goblins loved their money.

"Hello, I came here today to make a deal with you. I have an item that I believe would be valuable to you but I want something in return."

"What would this item be?" The Goblin sneered.

"The Sword of Gryffindor." Harry smirked as he withdrew said sword with a flourish.

I Goblin's eyes snapped to the sword and a smirk began to form, "I believe we could do business. What item do you require?"

"All I need is for you to allow me access to one of your secure vaults, one item is all I shall take and you shall receive the sword." Harry severely hoped that the Goblin was tempted. "If you reveal that I have been in said vault, try to trick me, trap me or otherwise harm me, I shall make sure you never set eyes on this sword again. I also want you to tell the public that the sword was an anonymous donation or, once again, you will never see it again."

"I'm sure something can be arranged." The Goblin muttered, never taking his eyes off the sword. It appeared as though Harry was going to be successful.

"To make sure that we both keep our end of the deal, I insist that we make an Unbreakable Vow." The Goblin seemed rather rankled by that request but followed through all the same. Harry made sure that the vow was airtight, nobody would find out about this and the Goblin would get the sword. All's well that ends well!

When the agreement was settled, with both man and Goblin feeling suitably satisfied, they made their way down to the secure vaults. The thrilling cart ride was filled with a bit less excitement now that Harry knew it was legal, which concerned him slightly, he was getting too used to breaking rules. The Unbreakable Vow meant Harry had to inform Goldwick of which vault he planned to steal from to ensure he left no way for the Goblin to screw him over. The Clankers allowed them easy passage around the dragon, though Harry felt his heart break a little when the majestic creature in front of him flinched away from the rattling. It wasn't right that it had been broken like this. Harry wished he could save the dragon, seeing as he knew it wouldn't be liberated in his Horcrux hunt, but no matter how cruel it sounded he had other priorities.

Harry kept his eyes on Goldwick as he approached the door to the Black family vault and placed his hand on it, it only took a few seconds for the door to open and Harry rushed inside. Goldwick could only keep it open for so long because he wasn't a Black, the Goblins had taken precautions against their own race in case something like this happened.

He didn't allow himself to be distracted by the piles of gold and jewels this time, he found it easier than others not to be blinded by riches, he just scoured the shelves for cup. He was rather relieved to see it in the same place he had first found it, making sure that he didn't knock over any of the other artefacts he approached stealthy. Harry just thanked his forethought because he had brought his broom with him. Fishing it out now allowed him to fly up to the cup and avoid the charm placed on the treasures. The main part of this exhibition was the only bit that Harry wasn't sure would work. Flying so he was level with the shelf containing the cup meant that he had perfect aim towards said object when he cast the Bubble-Head charm (3). When Harry was sure there was no backlash from the magic performed he summoned a large tub filled with water and tipped the cup into it. Once a lid was secure and he had shrunk the tub, he flew out of the doorway. Just in the nick of time apparently because the door was starting to close.

Harry was just happy that things were so much simpler this time even though, once again, that made him feel suspicious. As long as he got away with it then Harry had no problems. Goldwick and Harry made a hasty retreat, it would be wise not to linger should someone see them. They hopped back into a cart and set off at the usual insane speed, Harry loved it. There were so many similarities between flying through the air and flying across the tracks that it wouldn't be a surprise if he got addicted to the latter when the brooms in this time were so slow.

No matter how much he enjoyed the ride, Harry didn't think he would be returning to this bank any time soon. He thought that would be pushing his luck slightly. Harry could see Goldwick getting jumpy about completing the deal, Harry was just as nervous but for different reasons. When the cart came to a stop, both occupants were hasty to exit. Goldwick made eye-contact as if pressing him to fulfil his end of the bargain, Harry smiled and tossed the Goblin a shrunken package before making his way towards the doors leading out of the bank. Harry was simply trying his hardest not to look shifty, it appeared he had succeeded when Harry managed to get out of the bank and to the apparition point without disruption. However, it was only when he had actually apparated through several locations without incident that Harry really relaxed. Once he was sure he was safe, Harry apparated back to the tent.

When he saw someone standing right outside the wards it made him stop in his tracks. He had apparated inside the wards so the intruder would not be able to see him but that didn't stop him from freaking out. Who the bloody hell was he?

~Wanna guess? Wanna guess?~

(1) Dumbledore suspects that Harry isn't who he says he is. He guesses that he must be from the future because of the knowledge of the Horcruxes etc. but he doesn't want to mess with events further by trying to pry into Harry's life.

(2) Stephen Bogart is a real person. I know nothing about his father apart from that he was famous in the 40's. I just thought his last name was cool because it is so close to Boggart. This may, or may not, be relevant later in the story. I haven't really decided yet.

(3) The Bubble-Head charm...okay. I literally made this up on the spot. I am going to ignore the fact that the Bubble-Head charm would most likely only work on things that need air/not inanimate objects because there would be no safe way for Harry to get the cup out. Even if he did use Gryffindor's sword, like in the books, he wouldn't be able to hold the cup afterwards and I've already stated that Harry doesn't want to destroy the Horcruxes yet because that would put Voldy on guard. I hope this is good enough for people... XD BUT, you could say that the soul is what signifies as something to be living so...technically the cup would be able to be put under the Bubble-Head charm.