Harry 'Astradae' Potter was sitting on his bed, brooding.

He knew about the manupilations that the old coot had done on him thoughtout his hogwarts years, secretly he was happy that he had been killed.

Harry had two personality's, one was Harry James Potter, a tipical Gryffindor: Rulebreaking, Naive, Spontanious and a Dunderhead with a 'saving people' thing

The other was Astradae, the Slytherin: Dark, cunning, sly, uncaring and a genius without being a bookworm or acting as a 'know-it-all'

Backflash

Little Harry was sitting in his cupboard, tonight was his seventh birthday, thought little did he care.

Soft footsteps could be heard from the other side of his cupboard door, soft talking in, mumbling in a Launguage he unconsiously understood

"Find him, he is here, thougth he is not upstairs, so he is downstairs, where could he be"

Natuarly, in a situation where you wish to remain hidded, you have to sneeze, and that was exeacly what Little Harry did

"what? no.... could it be... douptfull, but not inposible, inprobable, yes, now, where is the key" the harsh but soft voice was again mubling to himself, a soft click and the door was opend

Harry sat back with wide eyes, trembling while he looked at the strainge creature, it had narowed eyes, sharp teeth, pointed ears, and was definedly as small as Harry himself

"Now, great young one, don't be scared, harm we meen not" he grinned, barely showing his teeth

"How do I know that you don't meen harm" Harry said, his voice shaking slightly

"Because you are the chosen one, great young one, come, our king shall explain you all" The goblin extended his hand, his eyes showed honesty

Making up his mind he took the hand of the goblin and they disapeard with a soft crack

End

Harry smiled, soon he would change compleatly into Astradae, the Seven hidden years at the Goblins weren't for nothing, and the act for so long would not go to waste

when he had truned sixteen he was officialy off-age, the Goblins had taken care of it, but little he had been able to do, well, exept for the occasional bit of magic to help with his chores and to clean his clothes when the Dursley's didn't do it.

He walked over to his two compartment trunk, one compartment was the compartment that his 'friends' knew

His only real friends where Luna and Neville, Ron and Hermione repoted back to Dumbeldore every month about his activity's.

No, he would dump them, and that time was now.

He waved his hand over the trunk, instantly it changed into an Oak trunk, it had motives of all sorts of 'Dark' creatures, layed in with Blood coral and Obsidian stones.

On the middle was depicted a pure black bird, the Bird of Death, somewhat the same as a phoenix thought its tears where deadly, its beak was Dark blue, bordeing black, its song was sad, hauntingly so and it had blackness dripping off its feathers.

With a grin he opend the trunk again, it looked from the inside compleatly diferend than before, it had milenia old books on the black arts, books written by Goblins those books where only printed once.

There where several viles filled with strainge substances they where venom's, all the venom's that existed, slow venom's, fast venom's, burning venom's, freezing venom's, painfull venom's and painless venom's.

Well, there weren't only venom's also antidotes.

There where several robes, one Blood red with small chinese long's on the eges, one Dark Green with a small leave motive at the eges, one Dark Blue with a lighter blue flame motive around the sleaves and one pure Black.

There was a small Yew box with several Gringott's key's and an elongated birch box.

Harry picked up the elongated birch box, on it was, with yew, the picture of a chinese long with Obsidian eyes surounded by 'dark' runes, softly he opend the box, inside on forest green silk lay a wand covered in power runes, a wand made of four tipes of wood, interwined with each other, Hazel, Willow, Yew and Ash; the wand had the core of a Phoenix feather, a Augury feather and the feather of a Death bird.

He piket up the wand and a coldness equaling the Dementors chill sped thought his body, he found it straingly confortable.