Disclaim: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does. I only own random little characters, including a soon to be major character. Hope you enjoy
The next time Harry opened his eyes he was on a soft yet hard surface and he knew he was back in his cupboard under the stairs. He then heard the annoying tapping at the door that was caused by his aunt, telling him he had to get up.
"Up boy, and make breakfast" his aunt all but shrieked.
He groaned and sat up, pulling the string that turned on the light. Sighing he opened the cupboard door and headed towards the kitchen. Inside he found Petunia bustling around the kitchen. Once she saw Harry, she gave him a disgusted look and moved away so he could do it. He started by putting on a pot of coffee then moved to make bacon, sausage, toast, and eggs.
While cooking he cooked, Harry formulated a plan. First things first, he had to get out of Private Drive, permanently, and he had to do it so Dumbledore wouldn't notice. Also that meant he had to get his hands on his parents will so he could find someone to stay with since he was under age. He knew that there must be a copy of it at Gringotts. So he had the first and second steps he needed to do, leave Private Drive and go to Gringotts.
"Boy" Petunia snapped at him, knocking him from his thoughts.
He jumped and dropped the stack of plates he was trying to get from the cabinet. On instinct he held his hand out to stop them. The plates froze in mid air and Harry's eyes widened. Quickly he grabbed the three plates and held them again. Glancing back at his aunt, he was relieved that she hadn't seen anything.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia" Harry asked, falling back into his polite, obediently behavior.
"Vernon and I are taking Dudley and one of his friends out for the day" she said, glaring at him. "We will be gone all day, do not worry about making lunch or dinner. Make sure all your chores are done, you may have a slice of toast and a glass of water, but that is it for the day."
"Yes, Aunt Petunia" Harry repeated, holding back an eye roll.
Petunia then left him alone to finish making breakfast. Harry finished placing everything on the table just as Dudley and Vernon walked, well waddled in. Vernon dismissed Harry to his cupboard, which he went happily to. He gathered anything he knew he would want to keep, which was only, well nothing actually.
He waited for his family to leave and while he did, he thought of all the people he could save. Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Dobby, Fred, Mad-Eye, Severus, and Hermione. Merlin did he miss her. If he had gone back he would kill Ron and Bellatrix, both taking part in Hermione's death. Ron had betrayed him and Hermione in the end, during the hunt for Horcruxes. Harry knew who he could trust and couldn't trust this time around.
"Boy" Vernon snapped, slapping the cupboard door. "We are leaving now, start your chores."
Harry waited until he heard the front door close and the car pulled out of the drive to get out of the cupboard. He went to the kitchen table and grabbed the paper his uncle had been reading at the table. He looked at the date, June 15, 1988. He was 7 years old, almost eight.
Harry shook his head and put the paper back down. Quickly he ran out of the house and down the street towards the park that he use to go to, to avoid Dudley. Once there he went behind a couple of bushes, he was short enough to hide behind them, and closed his eyes. He imagined being in an alley way by Gringotts then focused his power into getting there. After a second he felt nothing and thought it wouldn't work wandlessly but a moment after that, he felt the familiar tug in his stomach then his feet slammed into the ground.
Glancing around he saw he was exactly where he wanted to be, in the ally way next to Gringotts bank. Harry looked around before scurrying into the bank, up to the desk. The goblin looked down at him with a raised eye brow.
"Can I help you" the goblin asked harshly.
"May I please speak to the head goblin, sir" Harry questioned politely. "It's very important, it has to do with with held information and helping with fraud that a goblin has committed."
The goblin's eye widened and gestured for Harry to follow him, which he did. The fibrin led him to a door of gold then knocked on it.
"Come in" was the answer they got.
The goblin opened the door and led Harry in. In the middle of the room was a desk which sat a pen old looking goblin.
"Sir, this young man has something he needs to talk to you about" the goblin said.
"Thank you, Minkling" the old goblin nodded and the other on left. "Well young man, I am Ralkan, who are you?"
"Harry Potter, Sir" Harry mumbled.
The goblin studied Harry for a moment before nodding. Ralkin gestured towards the chair in front of his desk. Harry sat down and looked at the elder goblin.
"What is it that you wish to speak about" Ralkin asked.
"Crimes that have been committed against my family by a a wizard with the help of a goblin" Harry stated. "Which goblin? I do not know. But it is the goblin in charge of my family's account or use to be the days followed my parents death. They allowed my "guardian" to pay someone a lot of money, using money from one of my family's vaults. Also that goblin allowed said guardian to lock up my parents will, making sure it was never read."
"I will make sure that the goblin that is responsible is taken care of" Ralkin nodded. "Now, I feel like you wish to enter your vault. Okay then. First I need to make sure you are you, which I doubt you aren't you. So, use this to prick your finger and led three drops of blood drip onto this piece of parchment."
Harry took the small blade from Ralkin then used the pointy end to prick his pointer finger before letting three drops of blood fall into the parchment Ralkin put in front of him. Once the three drops hit the paper, Harry pulled his handed back and watched as words appeared on the paper.
Harry James Potter
James Charles Potter - Father
Lily Marie Potter née Evans - Mother
Heir to the Noble and most Ancient House of Potter
Harry looked Ralkin who looked satisfied. Ralkin stood up and led Harry to the door, opening it. Ralkin beckoned a goblin over to them.
"Mr. Potter this is Griphook, he will show you to your family vault" Ralkin said.
"But, Sir" Griphook frowned confused. "Children are not allowed to entire family vaults without a parent/guardian present or of age. Mr. Potter barely looks old enough to get into his trust vault."
"On behalf of Gringotts" Ralkin said. "And due to a crime committed by a goblin against Mr. Potter and his family, I'm allowing Mr. Potter to entire his family vault. There he is allowed to take what he wants within reason, Mr. Potter. He will also be grabbing the original copy of the Potter will so it can be read, like it should have seven years ago."
"Yes, sir" Griphook bowed. "Come, Mr. Potter."
Harry nodded and followed Griphook towards what seemed like a cart. Harry sat behind Griphook who was in front of the steering wheel. The cart shot forward faster than Harry could say "what". Harry noticed, as the ride went on, that they seemed to be going farther and farther underground.
"All important family vaults are placed under high security" Griphook explained, seeing Harry's confused yet amazed face. "You family is one of the top important ones. All of these vaults are deep underground."
Five minutes later the cart stopped and they got out. With Griphook lead the way, they walked down a narrow pathway, passing about seven heavy metal doors. Finally Griphook stopped at a door that read in huge letters: POTTER, across the top.
"Place your hand on the door, you will feel a prick on your palm" Griphook told him. "Only family, blood family, can open the door and get inside."
Slowly Harry placed his hand, palm forward, on the door. And like he was told, he felt a prick on his palm. After he took his hand away, they heard many clicks and clangs before the door gave a groan and opened slightly. Griphook stepped back, after handing Harry a small pouch, and waved his hand towards the door, motioning Harry to go inside, which he did.
Inside he let his eye grow wide. This vault was ten times the size of 364, also there wasn't just money in this vault, there was different things of gold, papers, furniture, trunks, chests, priceless things, and a lot more things.
"Please, Mr. Potter hurry up" Griphook said. "I mean no rush, but if you wish to have the will read as soon as possible, you must find that."
"Okay, sir" Harry nodded.
Harry walked deeper into the vault and started looking around.
"Wake up, I think someone's in here" Harry heard a male voice.
"What" a female voice asked. "No one is allowed in here but Potters."
"Maybe Padfoot decided to finally bring Harry here" the male voice suggested.
Paddfoot? Harry? Those voices sounded familiar to Harry, so he followed them until he came to a wall that had a large painting of a couple on it. The man was tall, slim, with black wild hair and hazel eyes while the woman had green eyes and red hair and a petite form. Harry's eyes welded up with tears when he realized who they were.
"Oh my, James" the woman mumbled, staring at Harry.
The man, James, stopped blabbing on to the woman and turned to see what she was looking at. His eyes widened in recognition.
"Harry" James gasped.
"Mum, Dad" Harry smiled tearfully.
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