Disclaimer: This is a fan written work based on the works of J.K. Rowling. It might possibly also have some elements of a number of other works. There is no money being made from this, it is merely a work meant for the entertainment of myself and the masses. This is merely for fun, and no profit. I repeat: I am not making any money out of writing this.

Warning: OCs OOCs Sues, and some crack. You have been warned.

Note 1: AU.

Note 2: Read Found.

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chapter eight

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He woke up, after being thrown into a blackhole by Alexandre, in an alleyway somewhere in what appeared to be London. When he got out of the alley he had finally been able to see himself for the first time in who knows how long as with all of the training he never really got a chance to see what he was wearing.

He wore a floor length black long sleeved trench coat, dark blue boots, dark brown pants, a utility belt which didn't hold anything yet, his shirt was blood red. His face had changed due to the training, sure he still had the scar, but now it ran not just through the eye, but all the way down to his chin.

'I have a blue eye...why the hell do I have a blue eye...it just turned red...crimson...ahh there its back to green...being a metamorphmagus is cool and all...but why is that one eye always shifting without me knowing it...' Harry thought to himself.

The eye in question was the eye that the scar ran through. His scar grew longer due to a training accident involving his animagus form and another dragon, a bigger and badder dragon. The eye bit was the only part of him which he couldn't control at times, as it changed colors depending on the flow of magic.

Harry decided that once he got his hands on some money he would buy himself an eye patch to cover the eye, or something like that.

After thinking over the possible ways of earning some dough, he decided to see if he could get any money from Gingotts Bank, if possible steal from the bank even. He never got the chance to do that, and the goblins of his world didn't look all that nice.

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The Leaky Cauldron was where it was on his world, and since that was the case, then he thought that perhaps everything was mostly in the places he knew them to be.

From the Leaky Cauldron he managed to go unnoticed to the entrance of the goblin run bank. But once inside he noticed that there was somthing definitely different with the goblins, as if they were more good than bad for some reason. But still the temptation of stealing from the place sounded like an interesting experience, and as Alexandre always told him, experience is the best and greatest teacher.

He snuck his way onto a cart, he knew that there was a Harry Potter in this new world, and he also knew that the Harry Potter of this world wasn't as famous as he was on his own world. For some reason Neville Longbottom was more important in the eyes of wizards.

Knowing that a Harry Potter existed in the world, meant that there was a chance that the bank vault was the same as in his world, which meant that he would be able to somehow get some gold from that vault.

But as he descended into the dark abyss that was the bank, he overheard some goblins talking about a more interesting vault. The vault belonging to Albus Dumbledore, there had been a most recent transfer of funds to the Albus Dumbledore vault from some student's vault. The goblins suspected foul play, but were advised by their superiors not to worry about it too much.

Such a convenient slip of the tongue was perfect for Harry's needs, he'd get some gold and at the same time deal some petty revenge on Dumbledore.

He followed the goblins to the vault, for some reason the money was not being transported magically, but manually. There was even an escort for the goblins performing the transfer. He noticed that the vault which they had taken the funds from was none other than the vault of the Harry Potter of this world. Which triggered some really bad things within Harry.

He silently followed the goblins, making sure that he stayed within the shadows, blending in with a little help from magic as he moved from shadow to shadow walking after the group of goblins. Once they placed the gold into the vault and securely closed it. Harry appeared behind the goblins and proceeded to knock them out, as swiftly as he possibly could.

He then proceeded to phase through the vault door to collect the gold from where it had been placed. It had actually been placed in a trunk labelled from 'Potter Vault', but there was also a note attached.

It read, "Shrink the trunk along with the gold and shove it into your mind somehow. Goodluck in escaping the bank. Goblins hate it when people attempt to steal from them, and they will be most vicious in this case."

With no other available option, Harry shrunk the trunk and somehow sealed it into his safehouse in his mindscape, which was similar to having a pocket dimension except it was one's mind, and only non-living things could be kept there.

Since he already suspected that he would have an even harder time getting out of the bank than any other bank. He decided to blow the vault door off of its hinges by conjuring some C4, and using them to blow the door of off its hinges. He knew that the doors would have been protected by magic against magic, but not against indirect use of magic as well as mundane technology, like C4. What self respecting thief in the magical world would use C4 to rob the bank.

Apparently even though he was the first to ever try and succeed in blowing off a vault door without exactly using magic, alarms still blared and sounded as he exited the vault. He could already sense movement heading his way, and it was a mixture of the dragon and goblin kind.

Once the goblins arrived he made a split second decision and engaged the goblins grabbing and using their own weapons against them, he'd use his own, but he didn't own any. Sure the little green things were short, but who knew how fast they could be, or how strong they were.

One of the goblins managed to shove Harry flying and slamming against a vault door on the opposite side of the platform they were on.

When he got his bearings back, he had to jump over and duck under a number of pointy objects being thrust at his body.

He had an athletic build, while it gave him increased reflexes, speed, and agility, it didn't give him much of a boost in strength, but he was able to compensate using his magic. Which he did.

He kicked, punched, ducked, and doged, everything that the goblins sent at him.

It was only when he felt a hot breeze blow on his back and when the smell of sulfur assulted his nostrils that he kew that he had to change tactics. He looked around just for the heck of it and found what he had not been hoping to find there, which was a dragon, an old one sure, but still a dragon. He could also sense a few more of them closing in on his location.

He turned around again to see the reactions of the goblins, he saw them running away, but one decided that it would be a good idea to turn around and stick his tongue out and say "neener neener neener".

'Insert sweatdrop here...did that goblin just...nah...' Harry thought no able to comprehend what he had just seen, then he remembered that there was still a dragon or two that he needed to deal with.

~Listen...can't you just let me go?~ Harry asked, his manner of communication in his mindscape and soul room was apparently a universal language understood by anything in the magical world as those were the things that were more in touch with their magic. In short in was the language of magik.

=You take gold from here you die= the dragon told him in its own language, =Die!=

This order was followed by the dragon and its newly arrived compatriots belching out bursts of dragon's fire, all heading in Harry's direction.

'Gotta run gotta run gotta run!' was all that Harry could think off until he remembered tha he was in a way a dragon too.

He jumped over the tracks and transformed in mid-air, and flew through the tunnels and scattering some of the troops of goblins that were running to greet him with their swords, spears and other things.

They scattered and ran when they saw Harry and the guardian dragons, somehow they had all managed to get lose from their bindings, and were all chasing Harry shooting balls of fiery death which the goblins were forced to dodge and duck out of the way lest they become roasted goblin.

As he didn't want to public to get hurt due to his fooling around, Harry conjured up a net of diamonds which caught the dragons and tangled them up before they could follow him to the surface, where a whole battalion of goblins had assembled.

Sensing the danger ahead, Harry used the one type of dragon's breath that most dragons weren't even aware that they could produce, Ice breath, which left the goblins blinking in confusion as they were covered in snow and ice as Harry soared and roared out the front doors of the bank.

When interviewed by reporters about the break in or break out, the goblins would reply that their rivals the dwarves had sent Fafnir to steal some gold from them. They were unsure if it was the original Fafnir ressurected or something, or a descendant, but all that mattered was that the attack had come from a race which respected and was respected as well as viewed by the goblins as their possible equals when it came to protecting treasures.

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When Harry finally thought it was safe he landed outside of where he thought would be a safe place to be, the park near Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

After landing in the park, he reverted back to human form, and decided to map out what he would be doing for the time being until he found what he was looking for and went on his second adventure.

He formulated a plan quickly, first thing he needed to do was acquire some weapons, then some clothes, underwear and undershirts and pants mostly as his trench coat was irreplaceable and virtually indestructible. There was also food to deal with, sure he had some of that weird slop that Alex had made sure to give him just in case he couldn't for some reason find food. But there wasn't anything like real food with a set taste.

Since he could no longer walk into the magical bank, he would have to buy things in the magical world, no exchange of currency for him. He had yet to actually look through the trunk full of treasures, when he did he would find some jewels in there as well, some cut and some uncut.

He made his way back to the wizarding world, walked through the leaky cauldron and was stunned after entering the alley.

When he came to, he was in an interrogation room, without his still empty belt and his trenchcoat, luckily for him his things were in his mindscape, safe from any prying eyes or hands for that matter. His hands were tied behind his back, and he was also blindfolded, not that he needed his hands to deal damage, or his eyes to see. He seemed to also have magic restraining cuffs, which would also be unable to really hinder him from using magic, as nothing could hinder the soul unless it was another soul with a more powerful will.

"I know I'm in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Law Enforcement, in one of the interrogation rooms," Harry said knowing that someone was there listening to him, "I also know that I have yet to be told why I am being detained."

Silence from the blindingly white room.

"Fine, give me the silent treatment, more air time for me," Harry said, a little insanely, as well as trying to break the fourth wall, "I know that you haven't read me my rights, and that I've just been kidnapped!"

Silence still.

"If you don't tell me what I'm being detained for, I'll give you a reason to detain me."

That statement elicited a verbal response.

"You are blindfolded, restrained, and your magic is being supressed, and yet you are still able to threaten us?" one of the interrogators asked, "Do you not feel intimidated at all?"

"Why should I feel intimidated?" Harry asked his interrogator, "And you still haven't told me why I'm being detained."

"Fine, you are being detained since you match the description the goblins gave us of their intruder," the interrogator said, "While the rest of the world is led to believe that Fafnir attacked them, they still informed us that it was a theft made by a human. You are that human. Now confess!"

"Confess? You must really be fucked up lady, I may look like who you are looking for, but I assure you I'm not the guy you want," Harry said, "You don't even have any proof that I got anything from that bank, not that I'm saying that I'm the guy you are looking for."

"So you admit that you were in the bank and that you did take something!"

"Nope, I ain't admitting to anything," Harry said, "Unless you want me to admit that I can leave whenever I want to and I'm just making you think you got me when you don't."

"Then you are admitting to the crime!"

"You must be deaf lady," Harry said, then exchanged places with his interrogator while summoning his belongings at the same time, then did some Star Wars thing when he continued speaking, "I'm not the guy you are looking for."

"You are not the guy I am looking for," she said in a semi-trance-like state.

"You will tell your superiors that you got the wrong guy, and that I am not to be bothered again," Harry said in the same Star Wars manner, which she agreed wholeheartedly with, believing her words to be the truth.

He then made his way out of the DMLE, rode the elevator and ended up in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic.

"Excuse me," he said to a random passerby, "Where is the nearest loo?"

After following the directions given him by the random passerby, he found the loo. Though it was being used, he decided to let out a little more of his devious side, which included lots and lots of TNT, and one of the unoccupied toilets.

After planting all of the TNT all over that one stall, he ran out of there as fast as his magically enhanced feet would carry him, as he left the Atrium he shouted, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" it was the trigger phrase for the TNT and toilet to blow sky high. Resulting the bathroom along with all the shit showering people in all directions.

Mayhem was the name of the game. The only thing Harry needed was to find some white face paint, red lipstick, and green hair dye. Then he remembered that he was a metamorphmagus, therefore didn't need all that make-up. Which reminded him that he still needed to do a lot of shopping. From clothes to food to potions ingredients to prostitutes, but that last part could wait until the next world.

As he walked through Diagon Alley, he knew that he looking the way he did, was a noticeable fellow, and would most likely be recognized or remembered if he walked out in the land of the light, so he decided to make his purchases elsewhere, namely in the Alley of Knockturn. An Alley that was the night of the Diagon Alley's day.

His first stop was an obscure tailor's shoppe. The proprietor was very discreet in his dealings, and quickly ushered Harry into the fitting room, took his measurements while aking him what he wanted done, from mundane clothes to the magical sort. Harry needed a full wardrobe.

After getting his clothes, a rush job, but very well done, he went into the next shop buying this and that, then into the next, and the next, rinse, and repeat, until he had everything he could think of as well as purchase.

He entered what seemed to be the most respected, in a way, pub in all of Knockturn Alley, the Choco Chugger Pub. He walked up to the bar and took a seat.

"Wha'kin I gitcha?" the bartender asked.

"I'll have a Fucking Bloody Mary," Harry said, it was a drink that he had read about in one of the books he had been force fed to read.

"Coming right up," the bartender said, and prepared the drink infront of Harry.

Bars and pubs were some of the best placese to gather information, or so Harry had learned in his life, while at the same time secrecy was best kept in plain sight. Being in a bar Harry believed that there was a good chance that he could get some information about Aetas, or the significance of the number twenty-seven.

"Here ya go," the bartender said as he laid the drink in front of Harry, "Anything else?"

"Just a question," Harry said.

"Go ahead, if its information you seek we Echoes are the best at that, for the right price of course," the bartender said.

"Echoes?" Harry asked, never having heard about them before, "You're not human then?"

"Coarse I'm not," the bartender said, "You never 'eard of my kind before? Usually the people that ask for info know about what I am."

"Never heard of you before, I just thought that since pubs are frequented by lots of different sorts of people, you'd be the best to ask for information," Harry said.

"S'alright, since I'm the first Echo you've met, I'll give you some free info, including whatever it is you want to know," the bartender said, "The name's Caledon by the by."

"Nice to meetcha Caledon."

"As I was sayin, I'm an Echo, its one of the twenty-seven first races of Aetas, you do know who Aetas is right?"

"I do..sort of..I was actually going to ask for info about him, like where to find him..."

"He should still be in Beijing as far as I know," Caledon said, "Do you still want to know about us Echoes?"

"Sure."

"Well us Echoes we live of the exchange of information, minerals, alcohol, and sounds," Caledon said, "We live on the Continent of Caves, which is filled with mountains which have a lot of caves leading leagues upon leagues under the surface of the world."

"Sounds? Like music?"

"Yes, but also other sounds, hard to explain really."

"What gives with the number twenty-seven?"

"It is Aetas' number, his symbol, it is the number of creation, that's all we really know about it," Caledon explained, "On Aetas it is the magic number, it is also a neutral number."

"Thanks for the info," Harry said.

"Your welcome."

"Looks like I'll be heading for Beijing then," Harry said, then downed his Fucking Bloody Mary in one go.

"Before you go, I can tell you're interested in Aetas," Caledon said, "Should you ever get the chance to go there, visit Sol, they've got one of the best temples to Aetas there. His dagger is there too, quite a sight it is to see."

"Thanks, I'll remember that," Harry said as he left the pub in search of a way to get to Beijing without having to go through legal channels as he technically didn't exist.