Hello people! I got the next chapter right here! I'm rather disappointed though, only getting 11 reviews for 36 pages. And I got that last chapter out fast! If people need help thinking of a review, I'll have questions down at the bottom cuz you'll forget if I just put em at the top.

Another thing, I'm sorry, but I have no idea how the pound system works. I'll only use U.S. money if I ever have Harry buy stuff at muggle shops. Also, I won't do accents like with Hagrid. I won't waste my time trying to figure out how to write down words where they're barely readable.

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"Arg!" Harry yelled, screaming as he hit the glass wall. He was once again in his mind. It seemed Voldemort was planning to make this a nightly thing.

"Punctum," Voldemort said and watched in satisfaction as Harry's torso erupted in various cuts. Blood rushed out of the wounds, starting to stain the ground.

Harry clutched at his stomach weakly, staying on the ground. His breathing was weak but he continued to glare at Voldemort.

"Come now, pet," Voldemort purred, making a shiver go up Harry's spine. "You honestly did not think I would allow you to disrespect your master, did you?"

"You are not my master!" Harry yelled as loud as he could. Oh, how he would love to bury his foot in Voldemort face but without a wand he had no protection. He couldn't even transform here. He was stuck, despite being in his own mind.

"Remkep." What came next wasn't physical pain, but mental nightmares. Harry clutched at his head as he saw all his friends stare at him with accusing eyes. One by one they left him, abandoning him. Sirius and Remus yelled at him.

"Why aren't you a stag?!" Sirius yelled. "You're his son, aren't you?! You were supposed to be my tie to him!"

"I don't even know why I bothered to each you anything," Remus said coldly, his amber eyes glowing. "Nothing but trouble. Just look what you did to Sirius."

Harry felt tears roll down his cheeks as he saw the bloodied form of Sirius, his eyes still so accusing.

"Look at him," Ron muttered, now appearing before Harry. He spat at him. "We accept him as one of our own and look at how he treats us!" An image of a burning Burrow appeared.

"He probably doesn't even know how to love," Hermione sneered, coming up to Ron. "A thing… no, a freak like him doesn't even know the meaning of love!"

Harry shook his head desperately. "NO!" he shouted. "I know how to love! Please…please don't leave me…"

The mental onslaught immediately stopped. Harry shakily looked up, tears still coming out. Voldemort was petting his head.

"Harry, I will never leave you." Voldemort smiled coldly, taking Harry's chin in his hand. "Not like those friends of yours."

"They would never leave me," Harry said defiantly.

Voldemort smirked. "Oh? You think not? Then why have you not told your beloved godfather about your little transformation, hmm?"

Harry said nothing.

"That's what I thought. You know he sees nothing more than the mere memory of James Potter." Voldemort leaned closer and whispered, "You mean nothing to him."

"No!" Harry wrenched himself away from Voldemort and curled into a ball in the corner. He closed his eyes, willing for him to wake up. He could not listen to Voldemort. Harry knew it was all lies, but that still didn't stop the hurt.

"You know it's true, Harry," Voldemort said, standing back a bit, as if admiring the damage he had done to Harry. "You and I are alike in so many ways that it seems as if we were looking into a mirror."

"I am nothing like you," Harry snarled, reopening his eyes.

"Oh? But aren't you? Both of us never had a place we could call home except Hogwarts. Both grew up unloved and friendless. We were ignorant of the world we belonged in, ignorant of our rightful power!" Voldemort's eyes were dark with hatred, as if reliving some distant memory. "Even you, the boy-who-lived," Voldemort spat, "grew up completely oblivious to his own rights and power!"

Harry scowled darkly.

"But most importantly," Voldemort said coldly, but Harry could hear some amusement in his voice. "We both don't know the meaning of love."

"I know how to love!" Harry snarled, thinking about the images in his head. "We might be similar in some ways, Voldemort, but that is something we will never have in common. I have friends who love me, and I am completely grateful to them." Harry stared back defiantly. "That is something you will never understand."

Voldemort just looked on amused. "Grateful, you say? Do you not see how easily you have fallen? You understand nothing of love. The moment someone display's the smallest kindness to you, you follow them loyally, never once questioning them, because you have already been molded."

"I have been molded by no one but myself," Harry growled. "You will never beat me with your little lies." Harry smirked. "You're nothing but a coward, Tom." He said the last word slowly, letting it roll out for full effects.

Voldemort's face no longer held amusement. "Catena!" he all but roared. A small pole rose out of the ground and a chain, connected with the pole, shot around Harry's neck and dragged him to the ground so that he couldn't raise his head any more than a foot.

"It seems that I will be teaching my pet a little obedience early and quite painfully," Voldemort said viciously. Harry struggled as much as he could but being able to only raise his head a little less than a foot away was a little hard. "Crucio."

Harry didn't try to hide his scream like he had done all the previous times. He bucked and he jerked but the pain seemed to go on forever. He was sure pretty sure Voldemort held him under for a full minute.

Harry coughed weakly. "I… won't ever give into you… Tom."

"Exuro." Voldemort watched in delight as Harry once again convulsed on the ground. This spell was a little something he made up. It would cause the victim to feel as if their very body was on fire.

"Had enough, pet?" Voldemort said casually, noticing Harry's body shivering with sobs. Harry tried to turn his face away. Voldemort thought this amusing. The boy had his pride on the line as well. He would not let his enemy see his tears.

Voldemort inwardly rolled his eyes. How could this boy be so dense? The curses and power from now and early in the night would have normally killed a full grown man or at least drive them into insanity. Despite yelling and screaming, which Voldemort had already expected, Harry still fought back, something Voldemort hadn't anticipated.

It didn't matter much, Harry would learn obedience soon enough. Voldemort had thought of many ways to get Harry out of his way without killing him. Death would not come to the boy for a long time. Voldemort didn't want to kill him, like most people thought, he wanted the ultimate revenge. Revenge that would be humiliating to Harry, and sweet to him.

In the beginning, only days after the event with the portkey, Voldemort had thought long and hard what type of revenge he would have on Harry. His first thought was to have Harry become his right hand, with much discipline of course, just to see the look on Dumbledore's face. He dismissed that. He would have no way of controlling the boy if he had too much freedom and some control himself.

No, what he needed was to make him lower. A slave? He had no use for slaves since he had hundreds who already served him. It was when he had first learned about the manacles did he find the perfect revenge. Harry Potter, Lord Voldemort's pet, following him around on all fours for the rest of his life. Not only could he get the physical abuse Voldemort craved, Harry would be mentally tormented for the rest of his life. He, Harry Potter, doing everything his enemy commanded him to do without a will to fight, would lose the two things Voldemort wanted to see. It was his pride and his hope.

There was also the matter of a certain prophesy…

Voldemort knew he didn't know all of it. Killing Potter could be his downfall once again if he didn't do it right. So, for now, Voldemort would have his revenge by slowly crushing Harry's will to survive.

"Had enough, pet? I could do this all day." Voldemort toed Harry's hand but Harry tried to take a swipe at him. Of course he missed and Voldemort slammed his boot on Harry's hand.

Harry gritted his teeth and was thankful his hand wasn't broken. There was a definite sprain but no fractured bone. He looked up weakly and tried to pull his head free of the chain. He stopped after ten seconds. What was the use?

You know, Harry, you have this problem with deciding to do something but often going back to you're sad, brooding self.

Harry paused as Myrtle's words echoed in his head. His… His mind. This was his mind! Not Voldemort's, not Dumbledore's, his! He glared at the chain, anger showing in his eyes that it looked like they were glowing. "Release me," he snarled and the chain disappeared.

If Harry hadn't been so angry, he probably would have gapped. The light around the prison flickered, settling for turning off and on every few seconds. All Harry saw was Voldemort's shocked eyes before his anger completely overtook him.

"Get out!" he roared. Lightning crackled everywhere. Voldemort jumped back as a stray bolt hit his hand. He left immediately but Harry didn't notice. His teeth were sharpening and his fingers turned to claws.

"This is my mind! Mine!" Harry continued to yell, lightning crackling everywhere and the outside of the box looked like a mixture of fire and water rain. "It's my mind," Harry said with finality, awakening into the real world.

Harry stared at his curtains, his eyes wide but with a fierce glare. Little bits of electricity flickered around it. Harry poked it with his finger and jerked it back. That had hurt! Sighing, Harry was glad he had decided to put that silencing charm over his bed before going to sleep.

He groaned as he noticed his bloody torso. Stupid Voldemort. Ripping the curtains away quickly and receiving a few shocks, Harry walked toward the bathroom. Before entering he checked the clock and noticed it was only 6:00. What was with him waking up this early? With a quick glance at Ron, Harry entered the bathroom and stared at a drop of water on the sink.

He touched it and brought his hand back quickly but was relieved when there was no shock. Undressing quickly, he entered the shower and sighed in relief as the warm water rained down on his skin. He closed his eyes in bliss and for a moment, he was pretty sure he saw lightning flicker.

Harry grunted as he rubbed his abused chest. Some were actually scabbing over already and Harry suspected that wounds from his mind wouldn't last long in the real world. After soaking for another thirty minutes, Harry exited the shower.

He glanced at his reflection and scowled. He did not like what he was seeing. He saw a small boy with little to no muscle. A boy with no real magical potential. He saw a boy covered in a large amount of bruises. He saw weakness. He did not like this at all.

He rested his forehead against the glass mirror and stared into his eyes. "I will beat you, Voldemort," he whispered coldly. "But I will not lose myself either."

That was when he vowed never to cry again and, if necessary, to never sleep.

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"Severus!" an angry voice barked.

Severus Snape flinched as he heard his master call him. The dark Lord had been more brutal than usual in the morning meeting. And that was saying something.

"Yes, my Lord?" he said while bowing and kissing the hem of his robes. He did not have a good feeling about this. Especially since the two were alone with only the quivering Wormtail.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the potions master. "I want you to brew me a few potions."

Snape barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It wasn't like he did much else. "Of course, my Lord."

Voldemort tapped his fingers against the arm of his chair, staring at Snape as if searching for an answer. Apparently he found his answer and said in a cold voice, "I want the Viniculum potion and several potions that cure burns from lightning."

Snape gave a start but kept his face neutral. The Viniculum potion was very complex and would usually take months to finish. With teaching and doing the odd little job for Voldemort, it would take much longer. And what was with the healing potions? Surely the Dark Lord had a decent stock.

As if following Snape's train of thought, Voldemort said, "Don't worry about the time for the first potion. As long as it is done before the year is over, there shall be no consequences. As for the others…" Voldemort trailed off and stood up.

He stood in front of Snape and lifted his left hand out of his cloak. Snape held in a gasp. It was completely black and despite it still looking strong enough to move, Snape assumed it was very painful. He guessed Voldemort had already used many spells and had to resort to him as a last resort.

"I am sure this conversation will be kept a secret, Severus," Voldemort said softly. "Or I would be very disappointed."

Snape bowed low. "Of course, my Lord."

"Very well, Serverus. You are dismissed."

Snape left swiftly, hoping to get out of there as soon as possible. He sneered as he passed Lucius Malfoy and hoped no one would stop him from getting out.

"Hey, Snape!" Bellatrix shouted.

Snape glared and for some reason, he blamed Potter for this.

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"Incarcerous!" Harry yelled, aiming at a chair and watched as ropes flew out of his wand and wrapped tightly on the chair. Harry smiled triumphantly but it was short lived as the grip loosened and fell to the floor.

Harry scowled and folded his arms. "What am I doing wrong?" he muttered. Pacing, he said to himself, "I'm doing what McGonagall told me to do. I'm not forcing too much magic, but I still don't feel that draining feeling."

He was growing frustrated. He had been practicing for over an hour on hexes and jinxes but only got two down. One was piera, which shot small stones at a target, and frigus, which shot ice. Those two had taken long enough to get down and a simple binding spell was taking too long.

Grinding his teeth in frustration, Harry took a deep breath to calm him down. If he was angry, he couldn't concentrate, without concentration, he couldn't get stronger. Harry decided to assess the situation. He had the correct wand movement and said everything perfectly; it just seemed he couldn't get passes this part.

Harry looked at his wand. "I'm too angry, and my magic feels strange when I use it." Harry contemplated this. Did his magic respond to his emotions? Did it respond when he tried to bring it out?

"Let's try this one more time," Harry said. "Incarcerous!" He said this with so much concentration and will that he even surprised himself. "Yes!" The ropes bound the chair tightly and did not loosen this time. Now, why did it work this time?

Was it is concentration or his will? Was it both? Whatever it was, Harry smiled triumphantly as he felt his magic no longer spark. He supposed it sparked like that when he got angry.

Shrugging that off, Harry looked at the next spell in the book he had gotten out of the library. The best part about the holidays was that there were barely any teachers in the castle and the librarian was not one of the people who stayed.

"Hmm, episkey is next, huh?" Now that was something he needed. This would heal small injuries. He took off his shirt and pointed his wand at his chest. He had to remember that with healing charms, he had to envision each cell being reformed. Grinning, knowing he would get this one down fast because he had finished the book Pomfrey gave him, said, "Episkey."

Each cut slowly closed up and Harry sighed in relief as the pain went away as well. His original thought was going to Madame Pomfrey instead of training, but he couldn't chance her finding out how he had really gotten these.

"Now for the next spell!" Harry said cheerfully but gave a start as his stomach rumbled. Grinning ruefully, he made his way down to the kitchens after putting his shirt back on, bringing his bag along.

He wasn't that surprised when Dobby ran up to him and hugged him around the middle, cutting off his air supply and say, "Harry Potter sir! Harry Potter sir! You has come to see Dobby! Oh, Dobby is very gifted to have such a wonderful friend as Harry Potter!"

Harry managed to pull the elf off of him. "It's nice to see you too, Dobby." Dobby smiled even wider. "I was wondering if I could just get some breakfast, perhaps."

"Of course, Harry Potter sir. Would you like the same as yesterday?"

Harry's mouth watered slightly as he thought about the delicious meat. "Yes, please. That meat was very good and I wouldn't mind some strawberries and kiwi as well."

Dobby led him over to a small table as many elves bustled around him, offering him sweets and drinks. A female elf came up to him with his breakfast and bowed low. "Here you are, sir! Dippy has made Harry Potter his breakfast and is willing to continue the same diet during the school year."

"Will you really?" Harry asked in surprise. He didn't know the house elves would do that.

"Oh, yes, Harry Potter. Dippy is most excited to be making Harry Potter's breakfast."

Harry fidgeted a little but smiled at the overexcited elf. "Thank you very much, Dippy."

She beamed and bowed once more, leaving him to eat in peace. As Harry began to eat happily, he and Dobby chatted. It seemed the strange elf had been collecting socks more so than usual. Dobby even offered to show Harry his large collection but Harry quickly denied. Winky had also been doing better than last year.

She had stopped drinking but acted somber most of the time and still had tears leaking out of her eyes. Both Harry and Dobby tried to cheer her up but it was all for naught. They even talked about Harry's magic. For some reason, all the elves could feel it.

"Harry Potter sir is very distraught," Dobby told him. "Sirs magic surrounding you, sending out small shockies."

"Small shockies?" Harry questioned.

Dobby nodded. "Yes, sirs magic is creating small amounts of electricity. It fears for your safety."

"Why would it fear my safety right now?" Harry asked. Now this was strange.

"Sir has probably gone through something traumatic." Harry raised an eyebrow. When had he not? "Magic has formed into what element best fits you and protects the both of you."

"Both of us?"

"Yes, magic is you but not you." Harry rolled his eyes at the description. "If sir wishes to stop, sir must ask magic to stop."

"Just tell it to stop?" Harry asked, very bewildered.

Dobby nodded vigorously. "Yes, sir!"

Harry looked doubtful. "Is my magic acting… wild?"

Dobby looked sad for a moment. "Sirs magic could hurt someone if not controlling it in time. Too much and your magic will soon strike out others, even without your command."

Harry's eyes widened. "Dobby! How do I tell it to stop?"

"Sir must be calm and simply tell his mind."

"You mean think it?"

Dobby beamed. "Yes! Sometimes, Harry Potter sir, magic is just as simple as that."

Harry stared at his hands. Would his magic truly hurt people if left uncontrolled? And why was it acting now? Was it because of what happened in his mind? Harry just closed his eyes and thought savagely, "Stop, I don't want you to hurt anyone."

Harry gasped as he felt a force tighten around his body. It wasn't painful, more like saying, 'I'm here.'

Dobby was jumping up and down. "Harry Potter sir did it. Was easy, yes?"

"Err, yea, Dobby." Harry sighed. "Dobby, if my magic gets out of control again, will it stop like last time."

Dobby thought about this and said very seriously, "If magic gets too strong, sir may not be able to control his own magic!"

Harry gulped. "Do you know anyway I can? Perhaps there's a book or something."

Dobby smiled, excited at the prospect of helping Harry Potter. "Yes, sir! I do believe there's a book about magic that deals with your situation."

"Really? Do you know what it is?"

Dobby's ears drooped a little. "Sorry, sir, but Dobby is not knowing the name. Dobby is only knowing that the book might be located in Knockturn Alley."

Harry frowned. No problem. He was already planning on making a trip down there anyway. He started walking to the door. "Thanks for everything, Dobby, but I need to go meet with the others."

Dobby just said a cheerful goodbye.

Harry walked into the Great Hall and was surprised to see several others. He was even more surprised to Ron awake. "Hey, Ron, why are you up so early?"

Ron glared at him, making Harry wonder what was wrong. "It's 8:20, and thanks a lot for waking me up."

Harry raised a brow at the attitude. "I woke up at 6:00. Sorry if I didn't wake you up so early."

Ron deflated a little but said nothing more. Hermione rolled her eyes and waved Harry over, giggling slightly. Harry, curious about was making her so happy, said, "What's up with you?"

Hermione giggled some more and whispered, "Ron's only angry because I burst into your room, trying to wake you up and saw him dressed in his little heart boxers."

Harry stifled a laugh and glanced over at Ron. "Oh, mate, now I'm really sorry I didn't wake you up. The sight of you only in pink boxer shorts must have traumatized poor Hermione." The twins laughed and Ron scowled but started chuckling as well after a few minutes.

"So what shops will we look at today?" Ron asked.

"Well, how long do we have?" Harry asked, hoping to gain some information.

Ron shrugged. "Let's see… Since were leaving at nine, and mum said something about getting back at around one thirty or something, we have most of the day."

Harry nodded. They would of course go to Gringotts first, and that shouldn't take too much time. He would later suggest they all split up and check out different stores so they all get a little something they wanted and meet back later for lunch. It was perfect! He would enter Ash's shop and ask if he could stay transformed all day so none of the Order members could find him! They would just assume he stayed in the shop all day or something.

Harry glanced at Hermione. "What about you, 'Mione? Anywhere you want to check out?"

"Hmm, definitely Flourish and Blott's." Ron snorted at the obvious choice and Hermione glared. "And I guess we could just look around, after getting our school supplies of course."

Harry smiled and looked up as Mrs. Weasely came over. "Oh, Harry dear, were just about to go look for you. We will be leaving soon. Have you had anything to eat yet?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Weasely. I had breakfast in the kitchens and I'm ready to go. I guess I can just leave my bag in the Great Hall and come back for it later since we'll be leaving soon."

Mrs. Weasely smiled kindly t him and played with his hair. "You know, Harry, your hair seems to be getting a tad bit long. I could give it quick trim if you wanted…"

A loud laugh had them all looking up as Bill made his way over. "So because you can't get a hold of my hair, you're going after Harry?"

Mrs. Weasely blushed. "I am doing nothing of the sort, dear." She played around with Harry's hair a bit more and Harry relished in the touch. He liked it a lot. "His hair is getting a bit out of hand and I only offered to help."

Bill rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, mum."

Mrs. Weasely turned back to Harry. "What do you say, dear? Will you allow me to give you a quick cut?"

Harry furrowed his brow. He didn't see the harm in it. Perhaps this could help being unnoticed later. He ignored Ron and Bill as they shook their head. "Sure, Mrs. Weasely."

She beamed and whipped out her wand so fast and looked just a bit too pleased. Harry wondered if he had made a mistake. She forced him up and sat him down on a stool she conjured. "This won't hurt a bit, dear."

This time Harry nearly bolted. Haircuts didn't hurt, but why did she have to warn him? He saw Bill laughing and the twins and Ron placing bets on how much hair he would lose.

Mrs. Weasely started the horrible process and Harry could only watch as a small amount of hair started to pile of on the ground. A good ten minutes later, he was done. Harry looked up cautiously as Hermione and Ginny made their way over to him.

Ginny circled. "Not bad, mum," she said cheerfully. "You managed to get rid of that birds nest."

Hermione said just as cheerfully, "Oh, Harry! You look so good. Quite a bit of hair is off now but it still manages to cover your scar."

"Err, thanks guys." He looked around for a moment and Ginny, understanding what he wanted, gave him a mirror. "Thanks, Gin." She smiled shyly and Harry looked into the mirror.

It was good, he admitted, but it wasn't him. "It's…interesting," he said aloud. Ron rolled his eyes and Bill was starting to argue with his mother, telling her he was not getting his trimmed.

Harry stared long and hard. He felt guilty about not liking the new cut. After all, Mrs. Weasely had worked hard. His hair no longer had the long flocks but still enough to give at least an inch of hair. He shook his head and put the mirror down. He gasped as he felt his head start to prickle. He hoped he wasn't starting to transform right then and there. He put his hand to his head, hoping not to find any scales.

To his confusion, he felt his hair. The problem was that his hand was only at his shoulders. "Err, is it just me, or did my hair have a growth spurt?"

This caused everyone to look at him. Bill was laughing harder than ever. "Whoa, Harry, what did you do?" Ron asked, laughing.

"How could this have happened?" Mrs. Weasely cried. "After you finally got a trim too."

"Harry smiled sheepishly. "I guess it'll always do that. Although," he said while running a hand through his hair, "it's never gotten this long before."

"Before?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded. "When I was younger, every time I went to get a hair cut, it always grew back right away. My Aunt usually thought I spent the money on sweets instead of a haircut."

Ginny pulled at his hair. "It'll have to do," she told him. "Besides, I think Bill is about to convert you."

"What?" Harry asked.

Bill just handed him a ponytail. "For your hair," he told him with a grin.

Harry rolled his eyes but tied his hair up. He glanced back at the mirror. He liked it, at least better than the cut, and decided to keep it for now. "Sorry, Mrs. Weasely."

She just smiled. "No need to be sorry, Harry. Well, we best be going."

Harry nodded and followed everyone as they made their way to Dumbledore's office. He guessed they would arrive at the Leaky Cauldron by floo.

"I see everyone is here," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "Since my office has the only fireplace in the castle that allows floo, you'll be traveling through here." He gestured at the fireplace beside his desk.

Harry watched as several people went through. His guards, he thought angrily. However, it was quite amusing to watch Remus and Sirius fight.

"You're not going, Sirius, and that's final!" Remus yelled.

"I'll be careful!" Sirius yelled back. "I won't get caught."

Harry smiled and jumped a little as he felt something brush against his face. Fawkes was nuzzling him. "Hello, Fawkes," Harry said cheerfully. He scratched the phoenix under his chin. Fawkes closed his eyes, enjoying it.

"Fawkes is so beautiful," Hermione whispered.

Harry agreed silently. Fawkes was beautiful. Gold and red feathers practically glowed and Harry wondered if Fawkes just had a burning day.

"Harry, you're up next," Ron told him.

Harry felt a twinge of annoyance. He said nothing and gave Fawkes one last pat and grabbed a pinch of floo powder. "Diagon Alley!" he said clearly.

Harry kept his eyes shut and grunted as he shot out of the other end and landed painfully on his side. He glared at the others as they laughed. He got up and dusted himself off. He glanced at the fireplace as Ron and then Hermione shot out. He scowled as they managed to stay on their feet.

Ron saw his expression and grinned. "Didn't stay up, Harry?"

"Shut it, Ron." Harry grumbled. Ron only laughed.

"Ok you lot," Tonks said. "Let's head on down to Gringotts."

Harry frowned. Would they be ordered around all day?

After passing through the brick wall, they made it to Gringotts. Everyone got in line but Harry saw a familiar face. "Hey, Griphook!" Harry said, coming up to the goblin.

Griphook flinched. He obviously wasn't expecting a hello. "Yes, sir? How may I be of service?"

Harry grinned. "I was wondering if you could take me down to my vault, please." He handed Griphook the key.

"Of course, sir. But if I may ask, how is it you know my name?"

Harry scratched his head a little ruefully. "Well, I don't think you'll remember, but you were the first goblin to escort me down to my vault."

Griphook narrowed his eyes but apparently saw no tricks after a moment and said, "Yes, Mr. Potter, I do remember. I was just surprised. It is not often a wizard remembers the name of a goblin."

Really?" Harry asked. "Now that's just dumb. You guys take care of our money. The least people could do is be grateful."

Griphook's eyes widened slightly but kept his face neutral. "Sir, about your vaults, there is something that must be discussed."

Harry frowned. "Vaults? I thought I only had one."

Griphook shook his head. "At the moment, I don't know how much you have; however, I have important business that I must discuss with you. If you do not wish to speak with me, I shall alert the manager where you two can talk in private."

Harry shook his head. "No, that's fine; you can tell me what it is."

Griphook nodded. "It has come to our attention that you have been emancipated."

"How do you know about that?" Harry asked, suddenly worried that the Ministry had spread the news.

"We have certain spells that tell us the circumstances of your guardians. We have been alerted that yours have given up custody, thus making you a legal adult. Normally, we would have told you about the vault when you reached age seventeen but because this case is different, we must discuss certain issues."

Harry nodded. "Err, if you don't mind me asking, Griphook, but does anyone else know about these other vaults?"

"A wise question to ask, Mr. Potter," Griphook said. "The only one who knows is Albus Dumbledore."

Harry narrowed his eyes in anger. Why wasn't he told? He could understand the goblins, but why Dumbledore? "Thanks for the information, Griphook," Harry said honestly. "Do you know how long it will take to get everything in order?"

Griphook rubbed his chin. "I would say an hour at least, Mr. Potter."

Harry was about to object but his eyes widened. He had plenty of time! Mushu was supposed to find him later, and this is how he could get away from the others.

"Well, let's do this now," Harry said cheerfully. "If you don't mind, I need to go tell my friends first."

"Of course, Mr. Potter."

Harry walked over to the others quickly. "Hey, Harry," Ron whispered, "why were you talking with that goblin?"

He ignored the question and said, "Mrs. Weasely?" He waited for her to turn around.

"Yes, dear?"

"There are some problems with my vaults that need to be sorted out and Griphook said it should take an hour."

"An hour?" Mrs. Weasely said. "What on earth is wrong?"

"Nothing big," Harry assured her. "It just has to do with my emancipation."

"You were emancipated?" Ron asked, slack-jawed.

"Yea, didn't you know?"

Hermione shook her head. "But what about shopping?"

This is what he was waiting for. "Since it'll take an hour, it would be pretty dumb to meet up and get school supplies since you're sure to get it anyways. How about we shop on our own for a while and meet back later for lunch? How about 12:30? Then we can hit a few shops together."

Mrs. Weasely was about to object, but Mr. Weasely put a hand on her shoulder. "If that is what would work for you, Harry." Harry smiled gratefully and headed back to Griphook.

"What did you do that for, dad?" Ron asked angrily.

Mr. Weasely looked at his son seriously. "Harry has just gone through a tough ordeal. Haven't you noticed he's been staying away from people? I think he needs a bit of time to himself."

"But we're his friends," Hermione said.

"Yea, whatever's bothering, Harry, we can help him," Ron said.

"I'm sure you two will," Mr. Weasely said kindly. "But it would be best not to force him to do anything right now. I'm sure he'll come out of his shell in a day or so. Do not forget the portkey incident. His little adventure a few days ago isn't helping matters."

Ron and Hermione only nodded.

"Besides," Tonks said, eavesdropping on their conversation. "There will be guards following Harry as soon as he leaves Gringotts to make sure he stays out of trouble."

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"You mean I own a small percentage of these stores!?" Harry asked, gapping at the parchment he was holding. At the moment, Griphook had led him into a private office.

"Yes, sir," Griphook nodded. "The fact that the Potter's are an old family and have several investments has made you quite rich."

"But what do I do about it?" Harry asked.

"Well," Griphook said carefully, "if I as in your position, I would contact the owners of the more important businesses and discuss future meetings and certain advantages. Some you can get rid of, buy completely, or give generous donations."

Harry nodded slowly. This was a big shock. Learning that he helped control several businesses was a large shock. He stared at the list. It read:

44 - Egyptian Pyramids (Bennu Potter)

5 - Vineyards in Italy (Joshua Potter)

2 - Firewhiskey (James Potter, Sirius Black)

17 - Magical creatures and beings protection agency (Mathew Potter)

2 - several diamond and gem mines in Africa (Sebastian Potter)

49 - Werewolf Center (James Potter, Remus Lupin)

27 - Grim Foundation (James Potter, Sirius Black)

4 - Honeydukes (James Potter, Peter Pettigrew)

Harry narrowed his eyes at the last name but couldn't help but be amazed at how much his father had contributed. He laughed at the firewhiskey and turned back to Griphook. "Um, do you know why others are on the list, like Sirius and Remus?"

"Of course, Mr. Potter. It was merely your father's idea that his friends be on the list so that others know they helped or came up with the idea." Griphook suddenly sneered. "Although the first one Mr. Black helped with wasn't exactly… helpful." Harry grinned. "Although, they have given the Potter vault quite an amount of galleons."

"Do you know how much money I have total?" Harry asked.

Griphook nodded and produced another piece of paper. "On the top is your vault numbers and the number you have total. When you are done, I shall explain some rules."

Harry nodded and gasped. His normal vault had 2,982,534 galleons. The Potter vault, vault 34, had 7,899,605 galleons. Another, which read vault 13, said 3,112,010 galleons.

Harry's eyes were as large as saucers as he read the total: 13,994,249 galleons.

"I…I…wow."

Griphook chuckled, amused by his expression. "Yes, Mr. Potter, you are quite wealthy but not the wealthiest. There are many pureblood families who have more businesses and have a larger income. However, that does that not mean you are not satisfied for at least several life times."

Harry nodded dumbly but suddenly turned serious. He had planned on spending a lot anyway. This could also help as well. "Griphook," Harry said, deadly serious. "I need your opinion on something very important."

Griphook looked surprised. "My opinion?"

Harry nodded and leaned closer and sat up straight. "We are at war, and the Ministry is turning a blind eye towards it. Fudge is blaming the wrong people. Basically, if things continue, we will lose this war."

Griphook folded his hands and leaned on his desk. "The goblins have decided to remain neutral, Mr. Potter. I am afraid that we will neither aid nor attack any side."

Harry shook his head. "I'm not asking you to join me," Harry said. He sighed, and Griphook swore he was looking into the eyes of an old man. "I'm losing hope for the human world. Prejudices are going too far, and its spreading unneeded hate. Voldemort won't just attack humans, but other races as well."

Griphook involuntarily leaned forward as this caught his interest. "Are you saying you will not fight with other humans?"

Harry shook his head. "Voldemort is spreading alliances with different beings, something this…Ministry," Harry spat, "won't do. Dumbledore can only do so much."

"And what about Dumbledore, Mr. Potter?" Griphook inquired. "Will you not join him?"

"Yes," Harry said slowly. "But actions must be taken. I will take action in this war. Unfortunately, Professor Dumbledore is restraining me."

"Is he locking you magic?" Griphook asked, a sudden steel in his voice.

Harry shook his head. "I don't think so. He's just very against the dark arts."

"And you are not?"

Harry sighed. "Some, I definitely don't agree with but like I said, we are at war. Ever hear of the term 'fire vs. fire?' It will definitely help."

Griphook's grin suddenly became very scary. "So you wish to become the third party in this war?"

Harry looked at the ground in thought. "Not yet," he told him. "But like I said, I hate prejudice. I hate people who don't accept hose who are different or because of some hidden ability." Harry's voice became cold. "I hate those that think others are freaks."

Griphook stood up suddenly. "Mr. Potter, by your tone of voice I would estimate you have gone through similar prejudice but I shall not pry. I will, however, give you several papers that show certain items many have asked the Ministry for but have been denied because of either race or not enough funds."

"I do not wish to buy people," Harry said gravely. "I only offer kindness and a hope injustices will be gotten rid of."

Griphook still handed him the papers. "And these will help with your kindness." He sneered suddenly. "Money can say a lot of thing, Mr. Potter, but actions have a whole new meaning."

Harry stared and finally accepted the papers, grinning in thanks.

"Now, some rules regarding your vaults," Griphook said, sitting down once more. "You are not allowed to remove any money or jewels from the family vault but you are allowed to remove other items. For your own vault, you may remove as much money as you want but your guardian shall be informed."

"My guardian?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes. "Was I not emancipated? Why would the Dursley's need to know?"

"Not your relatives, sir, but Dumbledore," Griphook told him, a frown on his face. "Because you were too young, Dumbledore assigned himself as manager of your accounts."

Harry suddenly felt cold. "Did… did he remove any money?"

"No, Mr. Potter, not once has he tried."

Harry sighed in relief. He wasn't sure of what to think about his Headmaster. He was seeing him very differently now.

"I can assure you," Griphook continued, "that Dumbledore is on your side, despite your different thoughts. He has not tried to change any accounts or remove several businesses."

Harry nodded. "Do you mind if we go down to the vaults after a few questions?"

"Go right ahead, Mr. Potter."

"First, thank you for giving me such good advice." Griphook said nothing but looked a little uncomfortable. Harry continued. "Second, I was wondering why I own so many pyramids."

"An easy question," Griphook informed. "Your great-grandmother, Benuu Potter, was Egyptian. She was adopted by jackal and cat demons. Quite an odd mixture but the two clans run most of Egypt together in peace. Those are clans I would recommend getting in touch with."

Harry was awed by what Griphook was telling him and he could only nod. He had Egyptian blood him! It was almost heart wrenching to know that he knew nothing of his ancestry.

"Because Benuu Potter, your great-grandmother, was adopted by those clans, she gained all rights they had, such as owning quite a bit of treasure and pyramids. They actually help supply Gringotts with treasure and gold."

Harry smirked a little at Griphook's face. He knew goblins were greedy and Griphook was no exception.

"Anymore questions?"

Harry nodded. "Just one. I was wondering who owned vault number 13."

Griphook smiled with amusement. "You are aware, Mr. Potter, that number 13 is usually associated with bad luck, yes?" Harry nodded. "No one, for over a thousand years bought vault 13. That is, until I met with your father."

Harry's eyes widened. "My dad?"

"Yes, when your father found out the reason, he thought it hilarious and bought it right away. He has a fair amount items in there, along with the gold he and his friends invested in. I assume you are ready to see it?"

"Actually," Harry grinned sheepishly. "Just one more question. Do you have a way for me to carry my galleons safely without carrying a large bag of gold? And even a way to access muggle money?"

Griphook didn't show irritation, but instead showed greed. He was about to make a great deal and they both knew it. He pulled out a small bag and wallet from his desk. "The bag, Mr. Potter, will allow you pour out as many galleons as you like. Just say how much you want and it will poor out. For the wallet, just say how much muggle money you want and pull it out."

"I'll take it," Harry said immediately. "Is there anything else I need to be aware of?"

"They will allow no one else to access them even if they are stolen, and they have several anti-theft charms on it. They are also weightless and will transport back to you if someone else tries to access any money. The costs are 100 galleons each."

"Deal," Harry said. He signed the form and said, "I would appreciate it if no one else knew about this."

"All on goings are confidential. As for Mr. Dumbledore, you now being a legal adult will no longer make me report to him."

Harry smiled and stood up. "Shall we?"

Griphook led the way.

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The cart ride was as eventful as ever. They had already made a trip to his personal vault and were on their way down to the lowest of all vaults. It seemed that the oldest families had vaults in the first one hundred vaults. A few that were almost as old had the first hundreds. It was an interesting fact to know and Griphook had informed him that the first four vaults were owned by the founders themselves.

No known heir was said to come into any of the vaults in the last five hundred years. Harry assumed Voldemort hadn't tried because he'd be caught and thrown into Azkaban without a second thought. Harry grinned at the image but lurched forward as the cart stopped suddenly.

"Griphook, what's wrong?" he asked. They weren't even in front of a vault.

Griphook had turned deathly white. "Sir, I suggest no sudden movements. I have never seen any of them this close without a reason."

Harry could feel a warm breath behind his back and slowly turned around. He froze as he saw a large reptilian head only inches from his own. It was one of Gringotts personal dragons. It had black scales and large yellow eyes that blinked slowly at him.

For some reason, Harry puffed out his chest. He was not intimidated by her. How he knew the dragon was female was beyond him. He bared his teeth.

"What's up with her?" Tagger demanded, coming out for the first time that day.

The dragon just sniffed him and then to everyone's surprise, and Harry's horror, she licked him with a large, wet tongue. That was when Griphook forced the car to get out of there as fast as possible.

Harry could only flick away the saliva with disgust and ignore Tagger's laughter. "Gross…" he muttered. When they arrived at his vault, Griphook waved a clawed hand and Harry was once again dry.

"Please forgive me, sir," Griphook said, bowing low. "I hope the actions that took place won't make you think any lower on Gringotts bank. If you would like actions to be taken, we will be pleased to do as requested."

Harry laughed and shook his head. "No need to apologize, Griphook. She was just being friendly. No harm done."

Griphook looked relieved and proceeded to open the door. He instructed Harry to place his hand on the carving of a hand. Harry did so and watched as it glowed blue for a moment before the large doors opened. Harry openly gapped.

"There's so much" Harry whispered.

"Take as much time as you want, Mr. Potter," Griphook said. "I shall wait here."

Harry nodded and walked in. He passed large mounds of gold and silver and paused to look at an exceptionally large diamond. It was the size of his face! Harry took a shuddering breath. This was all so much. He was suddenly glad Griphook gave him that list. He could help create new buildings and gain alliances.

He saw several coats of armor and beautiful paintings that must have cost a fortune. He looked at the artist and was surprised to see some of them were made by Elizabeth Potter.

"I guess that's where you got your talent for art," Tagger said wonderingly.

Harry nodded. He stared at the paintings for a while and moved on. He saw a desk with many jewels littered all over it. He opened one of the desks and pulled out a note.

To my heir,

Inside this desk is filled with the many jewels that I have found on my journey. Each has a magical property that even I am not aware of. They can be most helpful with weapons, bracelets, and necklaces, providing some protection. Also, it's a good way to get your wife to forgive you when you did something stupid.

There is nothing much to say about my life. I grew up England but moved to Africa to help the sick. It was then I discovered the many diamond and jewel mines that were untouched. The funds that are being made go to the already rich Potter's and many hospitals in Africa. When I got tired of the life in Africa, I moved around a bit, mostly in Australia and Antarctica. Two very different places but nice calming area's that still give you an excellent adventure.

I bought a home in each place. The Potter's aren't known for buying large amounts of property. Often, we are belittled by other purebloods for not spending our money on things we deserve such as land, houses, furniture, anything expensive. Well, my heir, listen carefully, money means nothing if you do not use it wisely. Do not live a lazy life, living off your inheritance, get out into the world and get a job, make your own money, make your family proud.

I tell you this, because money means nothing when you have no one. If you find one that makes you happy, live for her/him, not for treasure. The real valuables out there are the ones you love. Sometimes, if it's to save someone, you must leave them. I understand how this feels because I had to leave my son and wife. Love your friends and family with all your heart, and you shall find a greater treasure.

Sebastian Potter

P.S. Ask the goblins for a list of the homes the Potter's own. I think there's only five. I suggest going to Egypt or my personal favorite, Australia.

Harry smiled as he read the letter. He put it back in the desk but opened no more. Sebastian Potter, Harry mused. He must have been a wonderful man.

Harry walked over to several piles of books and saw they had the history of the Potter's in them. Harry passed them. He would come back for them later. Nothing he saw was something he could take with him, since they were all valuable's that was against the rules and large armors as well as the paintings. Some swords caught Harry's eye but he would buy his own personal one. These looked too much for show.

One thing, however, did catch his eye. It was a necklace. The chain was slightly thicker than usual and was made of silver. The necklace itself was an emerald with silver wings on each side. It was very small, just a bit bigger than two peas put together. He saw a small note next to it.

If you put this necklace on, the wings will either close around the emerald or open by how much you are feeling free. It has a charm on it that will only allow you to take it off, no one else. I was given this by a slave I helped get out of slavery. If there's one thing Potter's hate more than anything, it's slavery. House elves are useful, yes, but we at least pay them, unlike others.

The man I helped had no name, no family, nothing. But what he did have was his thanks. His own magic made this. It is filled with his heart. If you ever feel trapped, just remember that you can fight your way out of bondage as well.

Samuel Potter

Harry stared at the manacles. He had loved his family in a sense that they were his family, but never had he been as proud as he was now. He knew nothing about them and just from the few letters he had read made him see them in a new light. The Potters were awe aspiring. Harry picked up the necklace and made his way over to Griphook.

"Griphook, Harry said slowly, pleased that his voice wasn't cracked. "I know the rules say I can't take out any money or jewels, but I can please take out this necklace?"

Griphook peered at the necklace. "The rules clearly instruct no jewels, Mr. Potter."

Harry thought quickly. "But what about family rings? I'm allowed to take those out even though they have gold or a ruby on them."

Griphook smiled, pleased that Harry noticed that. "It seems you have found a loophole, Mr. Potter. As long as you don't sell it for profit until you are seventeen, it is fine."

Harry smiled. "I won't sell it," he promised. He put it on and saw one wing close all the way but the right wing stayed up. "I'll get both wings up," he vowed.

The next trip didn't take so long since it was only twenty-one vaults away. Vault 13 had two large doors that had a stag, grim, werewolf, and rat engraved into it. At the bottom, Harry read saw the words, 'Marauders forever.' Harry smiled and the only reason he didn't lose his temper at the sight of the rat was that he had to remember that this was made when they were all still friends; no traitors had been formed yet.

Harry entered the vault and stared at the gold. He ignored it, getting a little used to the large amount. Instead, he saw another desk. A single note rested on it with a pocket watch with the number 13 on it. Harry stared at the pocket watch and opened it. It was silver with black lining.

It was just a normal watch that told time. Harry pocketed it read the note.

Dear Harry,

This is your old man speaking! The Marauders, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and I, made this vault to put the interest we received from the businesses we invested in. You may take as much money as you want. Before you do that, I am sure a goblin has told you to get in contact with several business owners. I urge you to do that first. You can skip the firewhiskey butI definitely urge you to get in contact with the werewolves.

The Ministry owns 49 of it and some random werewolf owns two percent. Whoever is on that werewolf's side has complete control. But never mind that! I know that if you are reading this, then I am dead. I hope you have lived a full life with Sirius and enjoy the many pranks I am sure he has taught you.

Inside this desk is a list in full details how to perform pranks. If you ever see a certain Snivellus around, get him hard. There are also three Marauder maps. Peter lost his fourth year. The watch is a little something I had made to commemorate the making of this vault. When my dad found out I wasted a large amount of money on several bad investments (in his eyes) and got Vault 13, he almost disowned me but thankfully he had a heart attack.

Harry stared, wondering why his father sounded pleased but understood as he read the next part.

Despite the fact that we loved each other more than anything, we never had the same views on certain things. Enough of that, my son. I want you to take this desk with you to school and learn from it. Don't worry, Mooney made sure there's more than pranks. Just say shrink, and it'll fit in your pocket. Say enlarge, and it'll return to normal. Easy, right?

Just remember that your mother and I love you very much. Live life to the fullest and have lots of laughs and a few loves. Don't forget we'll always be there for you. I love you.

James Potter

Harry had tears coming out of his eyes. He wiped his nose on his sleeve and put the letter in the drawer. "Shrink," he said aloud and saw it shrink down to the size f a bouncy ball. He pocketed it carefully and followed Griphook onto the cart.

"Griphook, do you know a way I can leave the bank without going through the front? There are some people that I don't want following me."

Griphook nodded. "I would be more than pleased to show you out the back."

Harry smiled in gratitude. The cart ride was quick and they ran into no similar problems as before. The back was full of goblins carting gold or silver. A few stared but said nothing. Griphook showed Harry the door but he took Griphook's hand and shook it firmly.

"Thanks for everything, Griphook," Harry said. "You've been the best help. Do you think you could owl me the people I should get in contact with and the different homes I own?" Harry let go of the stunned goblins hand and walked out the door, throwing a wave and said, "See you next time!"

Griphook could only stare at the door in shock before he jumped as a sharp voice said, "Griphook!"

He turned around and saw the manager. "Yes, Sharptooth?"

"I would like to see you in my office," Sharptooth said, his eyes narrowed.

"Yes sir. May I ask what for?"

Sharptooth suddenly smiled and patted his employee on the back. "For your promotion of course! You've been doing some good work around here."

Griphook followed wide eyed and was thanking Harry Potter in every language he knew.

Outside, Harry watched as Tagger did a few flips in the air. "It's so amazing!' he said loudly. "Your family seemed really nice and the best part is that only half an hour passed."

Harry opened his new pocket watch and saw that it was indeed only 9:30. "Now, how to find Mushu?" he said.

"Didn't I tell you not to look for me?" a happy voice said behind him. Harry turned and saw the red dragon.

"Mushu!" Harry exclaimed. "It's good to see you again."

Mushu smiled and played with his long mustache that was dangling. "Good to see you too, kid. What happened to your hair?" Harry laughed and just pulled a little at his hair. Mushu started to float in the air. "Now follow me! Ash and Kaz are excited to see you and the others are very interested in meeting you."

Harry smiled brightly and followed Mushu, unaware of the wing on his necklace opening just a little bit.

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Yay! Done with another! I know this one isn't as long as the others but I didn't want to mix the Gringotts visit with Diagon/Knockturn Alley. Don't worry, next one will be good. And now, some questions to help with reviews.

1.What books should Harry buy? (Names, quality, amount, ect.)

2. What type of weapons? (I have some planned already but want to know your opinions.)

3. Who should Harry get in contact with first? (Business wise)

4. Any new pet recommendations? (I'm turning him into a mini Hagrid!)

5. Should Harry drop a few classes? (If yes, don't say potions.)

6. What color streaks should Harry get? Purple, blue, red, or green?

There you go. I do have it planned out but I love hearing other people's ideas. I know making Harry rich is a little cliché, but he kind of needs to be in order to get the right supplies and get into the business world. Also, all purebloods are freakin rich. I only made him a millionaire. Notice how I didn't give him some ungodly amount? I've seen some where he could buy the world and practically owns the wizarding world and Hogwarts itself.

Sheesh. I tried to make it a bit more realistic. I'm not sure how much galleons are worth but I'll say they're probably worth (in my mind) 5 to 7 dollars. I look forward to more reviews!

Oh! And one important thing! Dumbledore will NOT be manipulating. Harry is just more independent and doesn't want to do things by Dumbledore's standards. Harry is growing more mature but is still ignorant of the wizarding world. He is learning and that will be his key to success.