Slamming the door behind him Harry leaned against it, breathing hard and angry through his mouth. He had to get out of this house.

Pushing himself off the door he pulled out his bags and placed them on his desk, pulling out his wand he went to unshrink his belongings when he noticed a letter from Gringotts.

He stared at it, sitting there innocently on his old desk, he knew what it was, it was the letter from his representative. Licking his lips he picked up the letter and broke the seal, sliding out the piece of parchment.

Mr. H. Potter,

I must once again offer my condolences on the death of Sirius Black.

I am Griphook, the representative selected for you by Gringotts bank. Here is a list of assets left to you by Mr. Black.

Estates:

The Black Family Manor, London

Monetary and Possessions:

800, 0000 in Galleons,

Flying Motorbike

The possessions and property of Mr. Black will be added to the assets that you already own which is listed below.

Estates:

Godric's Hollow, London

The Potter Manor, France

The Potter Family Cottage, Scotland

Monetary and Possessions:

945, 0000 in Galleons

8, 0000 in Various Family Heirlooms

If you'd like any more information feel free to owl me or visit me at Gringotts.

Griphook,

Gringotts Bank

He stared at the letter in shock, what would he do with all that money?! And a motorcycle! Shaking his head slightly he put the letter back in the envelope and put it back on the desk. Pulling out his wand he enlarged his shopping bags and put them in his wardrobe after pulling out a pair of black silk pajamas, closing the wardrobe door he pulled on a pair of black silk pajamas and made to lay down in bed until he heard a bang at the door, letting out a groan he pulled himself out of the bed and back to the door. Yanking it open he came face to face with his Aunt Petunia. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Boy" she said "You are not to leave this room unless we come for you, and you are to give me all the clothes you bought" he stared at her in shock for a moment then he started to get angry, "Who are they to think they can demand anything from me?!"

"Excuse me?" his voice got cold "And why would I do that?"

Her eyes narrowed "Look here boy, when you are in this house you will obey our rules! Do you think we'd just let you get away with that disrespect you showed Vernon today?! Now give me the clothes!"

His hands balled into fists "No" he slammed the door in her face and locked it behind him. Less than two minutes later Vernon was pounding on his door.

"Get out here now boy! If you don't give me that stuff now you are out of this house! I don't give a damn what those freaks say!" absolutely furious Harry yelled back through the door.

"You know what?! I don't give a damn either! I'll leave happily!" grabbing his trunk from under his bed Harry pulled out all the clothes from Dudley and threw them on the floor then pulled his new clothes out of the wardrobe and threw them into the trunk, then pulled out his leather messenger bag. After putting on the clothes he had on earlier he grabbed all the things from the loose floor board and stuck them in his bag and dumping everything on his desk in his trunk and closed it, stuffing his Gringotts letter into his, he could hear Vernon and his brood still banging on his door.

Tucking Hedwig's empty cage (as she had been gone for a few days) under his arm he was about to walk out the door when he remembered something else, putting the things in his arms back down he got on his stomach and scooted under his bed and pulled out his Mum's guitar, "I can't believe I almost forgot it", grabbing his things againhe yanked open the door and pushed Vernon and Petunia aside. He was halfway down the stairs when the guitar was ripped out of his hands, swinging around he saw Vernon holding it.

"How did you get this?!" Petunia yelled at him, her face pale with fury "How dare you steal things from me!"

He could hear the blood rushing through his veins, his vision was taking on a tinge of red. "Steal from you?! This is my Mother's! You have no right to it!" he yelled back at her, he dropped his trunk and Hedwig's cage which slid the rest of the way down the steps he went to charge Vernon, he almost had him but he reached out a beefy arm and slapped Harry hard across the face and he hit the wall. Harry reached a shaky hand to his cheek, looking down at his fingers he saw blood. His eyes narrowed, he all of a sudden felt cold, he reached in one of his pockets and pulled out his wand.

"You w-wouldn't dare boy! They'd kick you out of that freak school!" Uncle Vernon stammered at him.

"You're right" Harry said and he lowered the thin piece of wood. He looked over at his relatives who paled at the look on his face. His usual emerald green eyes had changed to a deep near black green.

The guitar flew into his hands, holding it he turned his eyes to Vernon who made to take a step back but instead he flew into the wall, Petunia screamed and ran to her stunned husband's side.

Taking one last look at his cowering guardians Harry ran down the stairs and to the door, barely taking noticed of Dudley who was trying to hide his bulk behind Uncle Vernon's armchair, the front door flew open and he sprinted out, his trunk and Hedwig's cage floating behind him.

Before he knew it he was standing in the middle of the sidewalk. "What did I just do?!" he dropped onto the ground, "I don't have anywhere to go! Damn it! I just used magic! " groaning he dropped his head into his hands, the gravity of the situation hitting him. He was alone outside in the dark, and he had nowhere to go. "What do I do? Write Dumbledore? No! That meddling old fool would send me right back to this hell hole! I have to get out of here! The ministry will be here soon." It was getting cold so he stuffed his hands in his pockets to try to keep them warm when his fingers came in contact with the Gringotts letter, pulling it out he had an idea.

He pulled his hood lower, trying to shield his face and continued walking to the huge white building at the end of the street. Entering the bank he walked to the middle desk and waited for the Goblin to notice him.

He finally looked up "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm Harry Potter and I need to speak to Griphook" The goblin eyed his suspiciously

"Key"

"Oh, sure" Harry reached in his leather bag for his key he pushed aside the trunk he had Stan shrink and grabbed his key and slid it across the desk, the goblin picked it up and turned it over in his hand then handed it back to Harry.

"Wait here Mr. Potter" he said and left abruptly, leaving Harry standing at his desk.

A few minutes later he returned with another, younger Goblin who gave him a smile, or what you could guess was a smile from a goblin, and beckoned Harry towards him.

"Welcome Mr. Potter" he said "I have to say I didn't expect to see you so soon"

Harry followed the goblin out of a small door and down a dark stone corridor lighted by torches on the wall.

"I didn't expect to either Griphook but I need a little help" By now they had stopped in front of a large black marble door, Griphook waved his hand at the door and it swung open to reveal a large office, huge bookshelves surrounded the entire room and a huge fireplace sat in the middle of the room.

"I'll be happy to help in any way I can" They walked into the office, Griphook directing him to a slightly uncomfortable wooden chair at the desk and sat in a rather large chair across from him.

"Now what can I do for you Mr. Potter?"

Harry pulled the letter out of his pocket and laid it on the table "I wanted to ask you about these properties"

"What is it that you need to know?"

"I need to know the exact location of this one" he said, pointing to one of the homes. The goblin nodded at him then waved his hand at one of the bookshelves against the wall and a brown leather book floated over to him, placing it one the desk Harry saw the name imprinted on the cover, Potter.

Opening it up Griphook flipped through the book until he found a page in the middle, he grabbed the edge of the page and pulled, a map unfurled out onto the desk and both Harry and the goblin leaned over it. Griphook placed a wrinkly finger on a small red dot.

"It's right here" Tapping the dot the area enlarged and he could see a picture of a rather large house with curvy writing under it, The Potter Family Cottage.

"The cottage is right next to a muggle village named Saoirse Glen" said Griphook "and it's protected by the fidelus charm. It's been abandoned since the death of your grandparents but I think there are still three house-elves living there."

"How can I get there?" asked Harry

The goblin pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and proceeded to write something as he answered the question.

"Well I'm sure that it is connected to the floo network but that's next to useless with the charm on the building. I know that your grandparents usually took a muggle train, quite strange for a pureblood family but that's the only way they'd go." He put the parchment on the table and then ran his fingers over it, it glowed red for a few seconds. When it stopped glowing he handed the parchment to Harry.

"This is a portkey. When you're ready just hold it in your hand and say the address written on here, you'll be transported about a mile out of the village." Nodding he slipped the piece of paper in his pocket.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" Griphook asked. A slow grin formed on Harry's face.

"Yes actually. Where is the motorcycle being kept?"

"It is more than likely in one of your family vaults"

"Good, I can get it after our meeting"

"Of course but if you'd like to save some time I can send someone to retrieve it for you" Harry agreed. Griphook stood from his desk and snapped his fingers, a goblin popped into the room.

"Go to the Potter family vault and retrieve the enchanted motorbike" The goblin nodded and popped out of the room. Not two seconds later he reappeared, a huge motorbike at his side. Harry drew in a sharp intake of breath. It was beautiful.

It was done in two-toned fire red, vivid black and shining chrome, the tires were laced with the chrome and it had a leather two-up seat. He stood from his chair and ran his hands over the sleek machine. He was interrupted out of his worshiping of the bike by the second goblin clearing his throat behind him. He turned to him with a sheepish smile. He handed Harry a palm sized book then popped out.

The Flying Motorbike: A Beginner's Guide.

"That was also left to you by Mr. Black" Griphook said from next to him. Harry gave him a sad smile and nodded.

"Now all I have to do is figure out how to carry it" he said. The goblin raised a bushy eyebrow at him.

"A…contraption of this sort" he said, giving the bike a disgusted look "usually has a self-shrinking feature"

"Oh" Slightly embarrassed at his lack of knowledge he opened the book in his hands and flipped to the table of contents, finding the correct page he quickly leafed to it.

"For shrinking press the yellow button right under the handlebars" Closing the book he slipped it in his bag. Reaching under the handlebars he found the button and pressed it. The bike seemed to crumble in on itself, instantly shrinking to the size of a child's toy. Bending down he picked it up, turning it over in his hand, "Wicked".

Putting it in his bag he turned to Griphook.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Potter?"

"No" Harry stood up, the goblin standing also "but thank you for your help" Reaching out he shook Griphook's hand who gave him a slightly surprised look.

"I don't think a wizard has every willingly shook my hand" he said, Harry shrugged and gave him a small smile. The goblin led him back down the corridor and to the small door; Harry turned to him and looked his straight in the eye.

"Let's keep this conversation a secret, eh?"

The goblin gave him a solemn look "Of course Mr. Potter, here at Gringotts we treat out customers with complete confidentiality."

Bidding him farewell Harry walked through the door and out of the bank.

He tried to walk as quickly as possible without drawing attention to himself, there was no doubt in his mind that either the ministry or Dumbledore and his cronies were looking for him.

Before leaving he once again stopped at Tristan's. The bell above the door jingled when he came in and Tristan came out the back covered in sawdust.

"Hey! I didn't expect to see ya for a while" he exclaimed when he spotted Harry.

Shrugging he went to stand at the counter. "Yeah, I just thought I'd tell you I won't be able to receive the trunk at the address I gave you". The man squinted at him and brushed the debris off his shoulders.

"Oh, do ya have a different one I can send it to?"

"Um, not exactly…Is it possible for me to just come back in a few weeks and pick it up?"

"Of course mate! I should be done with it before ya have to head back to Hogwarts" Thanking the man he shook his hand and left. As soon as he walked out of the store he stepped into the narrow alleyway between it and the Leaky Cauldron, after glancing behind him he pulled out the piece of parchment.

"The Potter Family Cottage, Ainsley's Road, Scotland" He felt the familiar tug behind his navel and in seconds his vision was dissolved into color. The next thing he knew he hit the ground flat on his arse, "I hate Portkey's" with a grunt he lifted himself off the soft grass beneath him. He was standing behind a line of large stone buildings, luckily there was no one else there.

He peeked around the corner of the building, seeing no one he opened his bag and pulled out the book and the motorbike, laying the bike on the ground he opened the book and leafed through it.

"For shrinking press the yellow button right under the handlebars. To return the bike to its original size simply tap it with your wand." Following the directions he resized the bike. According to the book there was a compartment under the seat that could fit anything he wanted in it, lifting the seat he took off his bag and put it in. When he reached in to put it away his hands met something hard and cool, slightly confused he pulled it out. It was a helmet. It was black with dark gray flames, and made full-face. Tucking it under one arm he opened the book again, "I should probably know something about it before I try to ride it".

The bike was charmed to never crash and a beginner could easily drive, it could reach speeds of up to 350 miles per hour, to make it fly he pushed a blue button under the other handlebar, there was also a second helmet under the seat and driver and passenger could communicate through them. Putting the book away he put his helmet on and swung onto the bike, as soon as his fingers touched the handlebars warmth spread through his arms and to his body. A huge grin took over his face, he felt absolutely giddy, completely confident. Revving the engine he pulled out from behind the building and took off down the road and through the village, he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he felt complete freedom, "This is almost better than flying". Once he was out of the village the roads were completely deserted, staring at the empty stretch before him he put on more speed, he let out a shout of pure joy, it had been such a long time since he was able to truly enjoy himself, to not feel the weight of his responsibilities on his shoulders, to finally just feel like a teenager.

He slowed down when he saw a white sign on the side of the road, Ainsley's Road. Slowing down a bit more he turned down the narrow dirt road, the entire road was lined with large oak trees, the branches hung above the road and creating a leafy canopy and casting a soft green light on the ground. The road progressively got wider and wider as he drove down it until it came to a stop at a towering brick wall with an imposing wrought iron gate. Both the wall and the gate were covered in white roses, and on each side of the gate stood huge weeping willows. He cut the engine on his bike and swung off , a complete silence surrounded him. Placing his helmet on the bike he walked to the gate, the crunch of his feet on the leaves on the ground echoing through the wood, he peered through the gate but all he could see was an empty field. Remembering what the goblin told him he reached in his back pocket and pulled out the slip of parchment, he stared at the address and committed it to memory, as soon as he looked back up and through the gate he gasped. It was not a cottage, mansion was more like it. It was a three-story high stone building, a long flower lined white brick path led to the four stone steps at the front, on each side of the steps two fierce looking stone dragons sat, and at the top of the steps there were two tall double dark wood doors surrounded in glass. There were two turrets in the front with windows that went from ground to roof and a balcony hung over the front door. He placed his hand on the gate and a sharp pain entered his index finger, jerking his hand from the gate he cradled it to his chest. "What the hell?" His finger was bleeding, he looked up from his injured hand and back at the gate and took a step back. The entire gate was pulsing with silver light, the light slowly faded and the gate swung open. Hesitantly he got back on his bike and rode down the path, the huge gates closing behind him.

Now that he was inside the gates he could fully see the true beauty of the cottage. The ground was completely covered with lush green grass dotted with white flowers, the lawn went on for acres and acres, and the vast brick fence was lined by large apple trees, he could even see a quidditch pitch peeking from behind the house.

He parked the motorbike on the side of the steps and walked up them, he went to reach out and open the door when it swung open by itself. Standing in the doorway was a house-elf. He was an old thing, with even more wrinkles than your average house-elf and great bushy gray eyebrows, he was (surprisingly) wearing a black tunic with a gold and black crest on the chest, a gold sash and gold leggings, and he also had on black shoes with turned up toes and gold laces. His huge brown eyes if possible got even wider and his little hands flew to his face.

"Oh, little Master Potter! Yous has returned to reclaim your home!" he exclaimed, tears running down his face.

"Err, Hi?" Harry said looking down at the excited elf. There were two small pops and two more elves appeared next to the first one. They were another old elf, this time a female with a black dress with the crest and a white apron, the sash, and the shoes; the other elf was a younger male with an outfit to match the older male. The woman burst into tears and pulled Harry inside the mansion.

"Manny! Yous had our master standing on the steps like a commoner!" she snapped at the older male "Oh, little Master! Yous has gotten so big!" she said and wiped her large eyes with the edge of her apron. The younger male was still standing there, staring up at his with eyes wide in adoration. With a bit of confusion he looked down at the elves staring up at him.

"Hello, I'm sorry but have I met you all before?" he asked

"Why of course, young master! But yous was just a wee little thing, yous probably don't remember" the one called Manny said to him. The woman nodded at him, her tears finally drying

"Yous used to come with your Mum and Da to visit the Master and the Mistress" a sad look came upon her face, tears filling her eyes again "Rest their souls…Yous was such a sweet little thing!"

"I wish I could remember it" he smiled at her "May I ask your names?"

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I should have introduced us!" she pointed to the young one "This is Molby, our son" she pointed to her mate "This is my mate, Manny" she blushed a bit and went back to twisting her apron "and I am DeeDi" he her reached out and shook their hands.

"It is very nice to meet you! I am as I guess you know Harry, please call me Harry"

"Yes Master Harry" they said in unison. He winced slightly and looked up, finally noticing his surroundings and let out a slow whistle. He was in a vast hallway, completely flooded by sunlight. The walls were an extremely dark red trimmed in gold, the floors where mahogany and there were three huge gold chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. Directly in front of him were two huge mahogany spiral staircases. He stopped gapping for a second and turned back to the eager elves.

"Well, I'll be staying here for a few months. Until school starts at least and maybe for the holidays…If that's ok?" they nodded vigorously

"Would Master Harry like a tour?!" Molby said, practically trembling in excitement. He grinned down at the little elf, already forming a soft spot for him.

"Sure, why not?" he grabbed Harry's hand and started to pull him down the hallway.

"We'll start on dinner! We'll make a feast in honor of Master Harry's return!" DeeDi shouted behind them before both she and Manny popped away.

Later that night Harry threw himself into his large bed, it had been a tiring day. Molby had showed his every nick and cranny of the cottage and that's saying a lot considering how huge the house was! The first room he showed him was the formal Dining Room, it had a long mahogany table surrounded by mahogany and red velvet chairs, and it had the same color scheme as the hallway but with one big gold chandelier. He then showed him the regular dining room which was done in light colors, the table was a small four person table made out of an extremely nearly white wood and light wood chairs with green cushions, the walls were painted white and pale green and one wall was completely made of glass. There were family rooms with roaring fireplaces and comfy couches, one of them even had a wall with pictures of his family, and Molby had to nearly drag him out. There were huge spa like bathrooms and comfortable studies, there was even a library. It was painted a lovely bright blue with dark wood floors and four fireplaces, there were widows with stain glass artwork of dragons and lions and every other animal you could think of, every wall was covered in bookcases and it had two floors. The chairs were so comfortable he felt the urge to just sleep right in there, "Hermione would love it". He was about ready to just lay on the floor and sleep by the time they got to his room, it was an amazing room. The walls were dark green and the floors dark. There were five dark bookcases on one wall and there was a huge king sized bed in the middle of the room with an enormous black shag carpet under it, the bed was a four poster made in dark wood and dragons were carved around the posters. The blankets were black with green silk sheets and there were at least six dark green pillows on the bed and black velvet hangings hung around it. There was even a fireplace with two overstuffed dark green chairs in front of it and a large dark wooden wardrobe.

DeeDi must have gotten his things while Molby was showing him around because all of his clothes were hanging in the wardrobe and him Mum's guitar was on a shelf right next to his bed.

He was worn out and he knew he needed to sleep but he was still full of energy so he slid out of his outrageously comfortable bed and padded across the warm floor and pulled the guitar off it's shelf. Sitting back on his bed he freed the instrument from it's velvet lined case and let his fingers run over the chords, he could feel all the tension in his body leave him instantly and complete peace fell over him. Closing his eyes a song his mother had wrote came to his mind and he began to strum the chords.

Oh no, I see,
A spider web, it's tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I said,
Oh no what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
So I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done,

I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
O no, I never meant to do you harm.

Oh no I see,
A spider web and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
Here I am in my little bubble,

Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Although I never meant to do you harm.

They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me.

As the final notes faded from the room so did his voice, he gave a slight start. He hadn't realized that he'd been singing. He was just getting ready to start another song when he heard a hoot from one of his windows, his head snapped in the direction of the sound, his body instantly on alert but he relaxed when he saw it was Hedwig. Placing the guitar back in the case he jumped of his bed and raced to open the window, the instant the haggard bird flew in she descended on him, quite viciously nipping his ears.

"Ow! Damn it Hedwig! I'm sorry" with a huff she settled on his shoulder giving him an affectionate nip. He stroked her feathers and closed the window. "I'm sorry I left without you girl but I had to get out of there!" he looked around for a place to set her down but not seeing one he called DeeDi. At the sound of his voice she instantly popped in his room.

"Yes, Master Harry?"

"Sorry to bother you DeeDi but I was wondering if you could please conjure a stand for Hedwig?"

"Of course master! Your no need to apologize, I'm here to serve you!" with a snap of her fingers a dark wooden bird stand popped into existence in the corner of the room, he gently set Hedwig down on it. She hopped around on it for a couple of seconds then turned her amber eyes to him. She seemed to approve of it.

"Well even if that's is so thank you anyway" he said to the elf beside him. "I don't think I'll ever get used to being called master" "I just wish I could use magic myself" he muttered

The elf twisted her little fingers through he apron "But you can master!" she said. He furrowed his brows and looked at her.

"I'm still an underage wizard"

"Yes but this house in unplottable and full of magic! Which means the ministry can't detect under aged magic here and even if they could they wouldn't be able to find you" she said matter-of-factly. "I bet Malfoy has been using magic for ages! How come no one told me this?!" He turned back to DeeDi

"Thank you for informing me, you can go back to what you were doing now" she nodded and disappeared again. Harry turned back to hi owl and noticed for the first time that she had a letter tied to her leg. He walked over to her and she lifted her leg for him to untie it. As soon as he held it he recognized the neat script.

I shouldn't have listened Harry! I should have just wrote you but Dumbledore said not to write you, that you needed your time to grieve so Ron and I never wrote. Then you disappeared and no one knows where you are! This is all my fault. Things have gotten so horrible Harry!

My parents are dead. It happened last week, Deatheaters came and attacked us, I tried to hold them off Harry! But I was to weak. They died right in front of me and there wasn't anything I could do about it…all I could do was sit there and watch them suffer. The Order didn't even come to help us, they promised me parents that they would keep us safe but they didn't! they didn't even come after it was over. The muggle police came and now I'm in some sort of group home in Scotland! I'm alone and…I'm scared. I thought I was just going to lose my mind but then Hedwig came through the window! It was like she knew I need you…I don't know what to do Harry.

He was in shock. Hermione's parents were dead! Because of him, because she was his friend. All of a sudden an absolute fury rushed through him, no one came for her?! They left her alone after something like that?! He grabbed his jacket and his shoes and swung his door open, he had to help her. Dumbledore was going to have hell to pay!

A/N: Hmm I didn't quite like that ending. The letter wasn't very good :P. Hermione will be in the next chapter! The song was Trouble by Coldplay (most awesome band ever!)