AN: Hey guys. Happy New Year! And a new year means a new chapter! But I'm not going to post another chapter until I get some reviews. I need to know if you guys like the story and how I can improve, or if you want something to be incorporated into it. It is going to be Harry/Hermione and there is no changing that. Neville will gradually become more important and I'm thinking about pairing him with Luna if I do the other years. That's all for now! Enjoy! Read and Review!

Harry stepped into the busy pub known by the name of The Leaky Cauldron. He walked up to the bar and stood on his tiptoes to stare at the bartender, Tom, in the face. Tom seemed to be surprised to see a young boy, with no parents to be seen, in his pub. And on Christmas no less. "Hi!" Harry said in a squeaky voice. "Do you know how I could get to Diagon Alley?"

Tom looked at the boy with pity and affection written all over his face. "All you have to do is walk out that door," Tom told the curious child, pointing towards the door he spoke of, "And tap the centre brick five times."

"Thank you!" Harry waved before walking towards the door, behind which he would enter Diagon Alley.

His first stop was Gringotts, the wizarding bank. He had read up on goblin culture and Gobbledegok, the language of the goblins, earlier that year and was prepared for his encounter with those beings. The architecture of the building was astounding. The polished marble gleamed white in the bright sunlight. He walked into the bank and was immediately greeted by a goblin running bank accounts. The goblin by the name of Gurgok asked him about his vault and he replied, "M-my family dis-disowned m-me…" his teeth chattered from the cold. "I w-was let p-past th-the wards. C-could I please sp-speak to someone about other v-vaults that I am able t-to open, Gurgok-nür?"

The goblin, shocked at the young child's manners, allowed the child to speak to not just a goblin, but Ragnuk the Fifth, Head of Gringotts bank. "Good afternoon Ragnuk-nür, I was wondering if you could do a heritage test for Harry Potter and see what vaults he would have access to. He is no longer considered to be a Potter."

Ragnuk looked, more like glared, at the boy with curiosity out of his beady black eyes. "Of course Gurgok-nür. Come Harry let us do some diagnostics." At the end of the tests it was found that Harry was applicable for quite a few vaults. "Well Mr. Harry it seems that you now have vaults 1, 4, 7, 51, 187, 389 and 541 in your possession. They are the Emyrs vault, the Gryffindor vault, the Slytherin vault, the Peverell, the Maleficus vault, the Sapientia vault, and the Carter vault. All noble pure-blood families, some more known than others. The Carter vault holds 470,000 Galleons. That is your smallest account. Inside the Sapienta vault there is 530,000 Galleons. Then the Maleficus vault contains 618,000 Galleons. The Peverell vault holds 860,000 Galleons. In all founders vault there are 1,020,000 Galleons. Lastly, in the Emyrs vault there are 1,450,000 Galleons. All of those amounts are approximate, and they do not include the numbers of Sickles and Knuts, and personal heirlooms."

Harry's eyes were bulging out of their sockets when he heard the amount of money in his accounts. "Thank you very much for your help Ragnuk-nür. May your wealth increase infinitely and your enemies ever perish. How much commission am I able to give to you from my account amounts? I wish to give you full commission, at least five percent!" Harry exclaimed, filled with new confidence that he could handle the world on his own. "Oh! And from now on my last name is no longer Potter. Lily and James have shown me that I am not welcome. I'm going to take on the surname of Carter."

"I cannot let you give me five percent, the highest amount is four percent, and even that is too much for a child. I am not going to abuse the money of a child with your manners." Ragnuk told him fiercely.

"Well then let me start with two percent and eventually work up to four percent." Harry decided thinking that this was the best way to show his generosity.

"Thank you very much Mr. Carter, I wish you the best of luck in your travels. However before you leave, I thought that you may want to see what results your blood test diagnosed. Follow me." Ragnuk lead Harry into a soundproof room where a piece of parchment lay on a lone table. Ragnuk peered at the fairly long list and read it off to Harry. "Here is what the parchment states."

Name: Harry Severus Potter.

Father: James Potter – Biological Father

Mother: Lily Potter – Biological Mother

Sibling(s): Benjamin James Potter – Biological Brother

Prodigies in the following Magical Arts:

Potions

Transfiguration

Defense Against the Dark Arts

Ancient Runes

Natural talents in the following Magical Arts:

Parseltounge

Wandless magic

Ice Elemental

Water Elemental

Occlumency

Harry was shocked by his crazy amount of powers. He could feel his power pulsing through it, his magical core overwhelming him and acting as his heart providing life for him. Ragnuk was awed that such a powerful, and polite mind you, wizard was in his presence. Even his own parents hadn't realized his power. He most likely had more raw power than that of Dumbledore, and he wasn't schooled. When he was he would definitely be competition to Merlin himself. The goblin and the wizard walked out of the soundproof, white walled room, which Harry thought was a room for people to go insane. "Would you like to get emancipated?" Ragnuk asked.

"What's that?"

"You will be considered an adult, and a Lord of all the Ancient and Noble houses that you have heritage to."

"Yes please!" Harry said excitedly. "If that's alright with you Ragnuk-nür." the boy added a few seconds later remembering his manners. All that was required of Harry was 7 drops of his blood put into a silver bowl, so he conjured a sewing needle and pricked his finger. He squeezed his finger and 7 drops of blood fell into the bowl. As soon as the required number of blood droplets fell into the bowl, the blood no longer stained the bowl red, but they droplets swirled around and formed 7 family rings. Ragnuk stretched his boney hands over the rings and handed them to Harry. Harry immediately placed them inside a pouch and placed the pouch full of rings in the bigger on the inside bag he carried.

Now finished with his financial troubles, the newly named Harry Carter was ready to leave behind the Potter family. With a sack full of golden Galleons, silver Sickles, and bronze Knuts inside his bag, he was prepared for anything. He was about to walk out the door of Gringotts when a teller goblin ran up to him and said, "Lord Carter, I have been told by Master Ragnuk-nür to give you this Peverell family heirloom."

Harry stared at the package and opened the parcel like it was Christmas day. Once opening it he was disappointed to only see a silvery, transparent-like clothed cloak. "What is it Griphook-nür?" Harry asked politely, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice.

"It's an invisibility cloak, Lord Carter. It makes the wearer invisible."

Harry's eyes widened in shock. Something that rare and valuable in his six year old hands. The folded cloak was placed in his bag and he left the bank. His next stop was Ollivander's wand shop. His brother was obviously going to get his wand on his eleventh birthday, so him getting something his brother didn't have made him feel giddy with excitement. He read the sign above Ollivander's and it said Making Wands since 382 A.D. He walked into the store and the bell rang as the door was open. A silver-blue eyed, white haired man came up to him. "Aren't you a little young to be receiving your magic wand?" the man, presumably Ollivander, asked him in a dreamy, far away voice.

"No sir I'm emancipated. I'm old enough." Harry told him.

"Well Mr..."

"Harry. Harry Carter, used to be Potter." Harry filled in for him.

"Well Mr. Carter, let's start testing then." Ollivander said, but Harry corrected him. Harry had deducted, that from all his raw power and his talent for wandless magic, he might require a custom made wand and told Mr. Ollivander just that. "Well that is hardly likely and hasn't happened in quite a long while. Why don't we test the premade wands first and then, if one doesn't choose you – the wand does indeed choose the wizard – we shall see arrangements for a custom made wand." Harry simply nodded.

Ollivander started off with his basic procedure, a little doubtful that the boy would require a custom wand, he was quite young so he should get the wand for him sooner rather than later. He started off with "Mahogany with a unicorn hair core. 10 inches, rather whippy." The wand didn't feel right to Harry and the moment he waved it the wand spontaneously combusted. Ollivander had never seen that before; he decided to step up his game. "Cedar wood with a dragon-heart string core. 13 inches, swishy." That wand luckily did not explode, however the wand still wasn't right for him. They tried wand after wand when Ollivander came up with an idea. He had decided to test out the wand he wished to reserve for Benjamin Potter, the defeater of Voldemort. "Holly with a phoenix feather core. 11 inches, nice and supple." That was by far the best fit yet for Harry, but still it wasn't right. Unfortunately that was the most likely wand for young Harry. It seems like Harry was right that he would need a custom wand. "Follow me." the old man ordered, and Harry padded after him.

They walked into a room, smaller than the main one. Cabinets lined the walls, filled with different wand components. There was a table pressed against the back wall in between two cabinets. Ollivander told him to walk around the room and he would select the ingredients for his new wand. He walked from cabinet to cabinet and ten ingredients had chosen to be in his wand. He held them in his hand as he headed towards the table to show the wand maker. He placed the items on the table and Ollivander told him what he had selected. "There is wood from Thor's Oak. Those metals selected are Living Silver and Enchanted Platinum both created by Nicholas Flamel, the great alchemist. The seven core elements are a claw from the Nemean Lion, the tail hair of a Thestral, a scale from the tail of a merman, a shard of a purple amethyst, a scrap of fur from a Nundu, Basilisk venom, and a feather of an Ice Phoenix. Most, almost all, of these ingredients are extremely rare and powerful. Why this will be the most complex and challenging wand I have created. Since the holidays aren't busy come back in three days and your wand will be ready."

During those three days, Harry settled in Carter manor and made his plans for the next five years. He planned on travelling the world, seeking to learn more about different wizarding communities, laws, and tutoring. He wished to pursue knowledge and think outside the box. The library at Carter manor wasn't as large as the Potter, and it certainly didn't have the splendid, pompous air of the long line of Potters that came before him. Thankfully, he took all the books he needed to get up to N.E.W.T level. It's not like anyone in the Potter household read anything from the library anyway. He sighed and checked his watch. It read 3:58 pm. The book he was reading was closed and placed on the wood coffee table in front of him. The fireplace glowed green as if it could sense he was about to Floo to Diagon Alley. Harry grabbed a hand full of Floo power, stepped into the green flames of the fireplace, and shouted calmly, "DIAGON ALLEY!"

There was a tugging sensation in his left nostril and he started turning and turning until his feet crashed onto solid ground. He keeled over and almost tossed his cookies. Once he regained his composure he went through the same process he did three days before. He walked through the Leaky Cauldron, went in to Diagon Alley, and entered Ollivander's wand shop. "Ah. Mr. Potter… Has it been three days already? I often lose track of time." Ollivander mumbled to himself, his misty blue eyes glinting with surprsie. Harry didn't bother to correct him when he said Mr. Potter. He looked like a replica of his dad, people are going to always call him Potter. "Come with me, come with me."

Harry walked behind the counter and followed Ollivander to that same small room where he had first felt a magical connection of what was to be his wand. Lying on the table was an ornate box and a wand holster. He practically ran towards the box dying to see what was inside. Inside the box was a wand. His wand. It was 13 inches. It had a silver handle with the platinum weaved around it, the wood was a brown-mahogany colour, and when he held it he was filled with power and felt his powerful aura surround him like a blanket of darkness. The wand glowed a faint lilac colour, Harry believed it was from the amethyst, which illuminated the dull room. "Thanks Mr. Ollivander! I love it!" he reassured the old man as the man looked doubtful that he would be able to use it.

"Well, Mr. Potter. The cost is 15 Galleons." Ollivander told him.

Harry took the coins out of his pouch and handed them to Ollivander. Ollivander counted the gold and pocketed it. The raven haired boy left the shop with a new wand in his bag. Deciding to try out his new wand he cast his first spell. He took off his broken glasses and commanded, "Oculus Reparo." The tape unraveled, the shattered glass mended, and the glasses were placed back on the bridge of his nose. The little boy walked back to the Leaky Cauldron with a skip in his step wondering where his life would lead him.