Chapter 14 – – Fun, Fun, until the Goblins take the Dursley's away

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All I could say is that it will never happened for I will make sure it doesn't happen. However I'm already getting ahead of myself. I am but six years old and didn't know any better but then again this freak of number 4 Privet Dr. wasn't supposed to know anything or be anything. I have been told that enough times that I was beginning to believe it as the honest truth. This day my relatives went off to visit Vernon's sister. They of course locked me in my cupboard under the stairs as I wasn't supposed to enjoy other people's happiness. I had long ago figured out the locks on the cupboards door using a paperclip or two, for should I have not, I would've long ago starved to death. I cannot tell you the joy of being able to run free and have no chores. Later I would find some canned goods in the larder that they would not miss and have a full stomach this evening.

This of course was the start but the rest of the day is extremely hard to put into words even in my own new mind. I was running, I wasn't allowed to, so I was running and enjoying it tremendously. That's when I tripped and went headfirst into the stairs banister. Whether it was striking the scar on my forehead or some other strange occurrence, I can only say, at that minute my body got zapped. I then remember the man in the business suit. Even when I realized that I received almost seventeen years of memories in an instant, it still doesn't explain anything. I am missing something!

To say that I am a six-year-old kid with two sets of memories is not correct, to say I receive seventeen years of memory which took over the younger body is also incorrect. I was just me continuing in my life but I could see what tomorrow was going to bring and the life that I was supposed to live. I just knew it was my life as the one and only Harry Potter. All of these memories are me, just one continual flow. I was now 17-year-old Harry Potter in a six-year-old body. I did not like what I knew was about to happen in my future. For instance when my family returned I remembered exactly what they were going to say and where I was going to be hit, to hard this time, then I remember Daphne. The sadness was almost overwhelming. I also knew all of the days of pain I would endure before my body gave up entirely. It was nice of the guy in the business suit to let that last memory lay around. I also knew this was not going to continue no way, no when, it ends now, period. I knew I had two options, one was to kill the Dursley family and the other was to runaway. The only one I could rely on in my future was me and I wanted those carefree days all children are given, this time I was going to avoid manipulating old men, killers and psychotic Dark Lord's.

I knew how to POP so I did and found that Diagon alley was there and so were the Goblins. I was lucky to be able to empty what they called my school trust vault. The Goblins converted to pounds and they put most of that into a local bank and gave me a credit card and a handful of English pounds.

I knew that the Goblins didn't care, as long as there was money involved, they would find a way to get all they could from you. It was not overly expensive to have them officially change my name as they converted all my vaults to my new legal and official name. They were my family vaults regardless of the age of majority access restrictions or my current legal name. They also gave me a listing of all the magical streets in America that had a Gringotts bank and that was their free gift to their new named account holder.

I would need the list of banks because next year my trust fault would refill full of beautiful Goblin money. Knowing my actions today would lead me to being safe or as in the past dead so I made a deal with the Goblins. For every Tom Riddle soul jar that the Goblins found they would receive a set price, payment due when I turned seventeen. The Goblins thought they were cute by putting in the fine print that they could confiscate my entire vault if I failed to pay. If I was dead by then I don't think I would really care.

As I stepped out of the bank I suddenly remembered Hedwig and sure enough she sat there in the shop. This time she would not perish from a stray killing curse. Of course I also planned not to die at the age of… I wasn't sure… at the hands of Dumbledore. I told her she could disappear here in England as I was not about ready to leave her locked in a cage in a pet shop she had been to good a friend. Now she was free and it was my turn to disappear in this dimension.

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Five years later..."Albus we got a problem, all of Harry Potter's letters are being delivered but are not being opened." Professor McGonagall stated as she stared daggers at the headmaster. Her uttered words years ago were still rang fresh in her mind, "They're the worst type of Muggles."

"Tell Hagrid to pick up Harry, I don't think this is something that you need to take care of Minerva." Dumbledore was lucky he did not hear Professor McGonagall's muttered words as she exited his office.

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The next day..." I told you that they were the worst possible Muggles. Hagrid is reporting that Harry Potter ran away five years ago and his loving relatives haven't even reported it to the local police. The idiots have been burning our letters as fast as we send them." Professor McGonagall was slightly upset, "What super plan you have now, Albus?" Professor McGonagall was seriously regretting not following through on her first impulse to snatch up the bundle on the Dursley's front door all those many years ago.

Dumbledore was stunned, this is not supposed to happen, he had plans, there were schemes but without Harry Potter everything was ash.

At first owls were dispatched but returned unable to locate Harry James Potter. The next step was to reconvene the Order of the Phoenix to conduct a massive physical search until Harry was found.

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"I got a Goblin on my side and he is reporting that Harry James Potter does not exist nor are there any vaults under the Potter name." Mad-Eye Moody reported after successfully bribing a grinning Goblin. The information was obtained for an exorbitant amount of Galleons.

"That's impossible, the Potter's have had vaults in Gringotts since Merlin and an eleven-year-old cannot disappear this way. Keep the troops looking, we have got to find him." Albus Dumbledore now foresaw his plans all going up in smoke and falling into a pile of ash. Albus was now in heap big dragon dung as that last bribe emptied the Orders operational fund.

Of course they did not realize that Harry had been a seventeen-year-old that had been running around in a six-year-old body. Harry knew how to POP as well as use the elf disillusionment charm. Harry had left Gringotts and easily snuck onto a Muggle aircraft heading to New York, he even found an empty seat for the entire trip. Hiding on transport trucks heading down the coast was easily accomplished. Harry did find that he had lost his elemental capabilities for some reason.

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I was enjoying all the fast food places but being a six-year-old I did a lot of sleeping in people's back yard porches. At my age attempting to rent a hotel room was impossible. Sleeping as a Phoenix in the trees was really the pits. In the State of Florida it was the rainy season.

Of course I had to get cocky and started doing some blind POPing. Since I didn't know the area I soon found troubles. Florida is a rural area so I really wasn't worried until I POPed into the front of a speeding bus in a little hick town. They tell me I died in the hospital. After the plastic surgery I don't recognize myself in the mirror but I think I look a whole bunch better; even that stupid scar is gone.

That stupid scar apparently dumped a lot more memories, in fact a lifetime of memories of someone I very well remembered called Tom M. Riddle into my brain. These memories were not me and as I sorted through them, I was lucky the hospital felt that I was reacting to my near death experience. To say, as a minimum, I had violent reactions too many of the horrible memories. But there seemed to be a safety valve and as I ran across tortures, murder, rapes and other despicable things it was almost like putting them in the toilet and flushing them away. I did find many spells and curses that my 17-year-old self recognized as things to be saved and practiced later. Sometimes I think my mind had long ago gone around the twist but I still knew I had to stay away from the life that I had previously led.

The downside was my violent reactions to all these new memories which started several programs of hospital therapy. One was a daily exercise program which I have kept doing and of course the many visits to a psychiatrist. My knapsack survived the incident and followed me where I now have a bed in an orphanage. Hedwig had taken the long way around in flying to America and had showed up a number of months later. I can't tell you how happy that made me; my old friend was once again my companion.

Now my luck is so constant that you can count on the unusual happening constantly.

"Harry there's a couple outside that would like to talk with you about adopting you." Mrs. Howard the orphanage matron motioned that I should follow her.

As old as I was I got adopted by a nice couple whose kid had died and tragically they couldn't have any more kids. Of course no one listens to an eight-year-old but I did tell them that I was weird and I had many dangers people looking for me so they should look elsewhere for a nice safe kid. They persisted as I was the right age and looked like there dead son and a bit later, after the adoption, I legally took their last name.

I again stepped into the weird world of Harry Potter when I telephoned the Ministry of Magic and asked where the local magical alley was located. I wasn't surprised; America was far ahead of England especially in using Muggle technology. I even found the local Ministry of Magic branch in the Muggle telephone book. That phone call started some more fun...

"Good afternoon I'm Stephen Sullivan might I speak with the young man who requested directions to a specific alley and was directed to the Wand pub?"

"That would be our son Harry. Maybe you could tell us why he was laughing for the rest of the day when he made that phone call." Alice asked the weird looking man.

"Well if I can have a moment of your time I believe that I can. You see only certain types of people that have the ability to contact us and it appears you son has that ability.

As it turned out there were no registered magicals in the town where I was living and the Ministry representative arriving at our house to provided information and making sure I was enrolled in the magical school which resided in another part of the state. I was nine years old after all and America had their rules about the age that magical training started in school.

My adopted parents John and Alice insist they call them by their first names. John was an avid fisherman and had his classic Thompson wood lap streak boat, with a 25 hp Johnson motor and trailer. We spent many days out fishing for Tarpon or just about anything else that would fit in a frying pan. John also had his crab nets and we were out on the flats looking for keyhole clams as often as possible.

At this was a rural area all the neighbors helped neighbors. John provided seafood to a lot of the neighbors, whose houses were miles down the road, as they in turn provided their delicacies. Some of the neighbors were actually quite interactive even though you might not see them for months at a time. Some were quail and pheasant shooters others were deer and out-of-state elk hunters. This of course extended to the farmers that produce corn and cabbages. Every so often we even got a slab of bear meat.

Alice was a typical stay home mom who liked tending her house and cooking very delicious meals for her two boys. Both of my parents were happily surprised when I turned out to be a magical child. While I happily fill their void I felt sorry for them as they were fooling themselves into believing that I was there long lost child, even if it was subconsciously being done. I would make sure that they never wanted for anything, as soon as I got on with my life, even if it was just with my being in their company for now.

/Time passes/

"Pete I can't believe it, is it real?" The team was changing out of their Quidditch robes in the locker room.

"You better believe it Harry, where the best and the greatest. That was the state champions we just destroyed." Pete was one of the chasers and the teams' captain. "Even Jeanette got her nose out of her books and was dancing with our victory."

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America was a bit different than England, I was able to live at home and could even do magic as long as it was not in front of a non-magical person who knew nothing of magic. Of course the magical primary school was totally boring with all my memories, so after a bureaucratic fight they finally allowed me to take my OWL tests. After passing the tests and being so young, they made a big stink and put my picture in the papers and everything. It really didn't bother me as my name and my face were no longer recognizable as belonging to Harry Potter. Even my stupid hair now lay down as I wore it shoulder length. By fourteen I was already in my America's school equivalent to fifth year of Hogwarts and I was preparing to take my NEWTs. That's when my Harry Potter luck struck again.

It seemed the school had been offered the unique chance of entering into a multi-tournament hosted by Hogwarts the famous school in England. The school I attended had been invited to attend and by some weird circumstance my school was one of six schools selected to go to England and participate in the tournament.

"Hey Harry have you seen this book on England's tournaments?"

"No thank you Jeanette, I'm not interested in any of England's tournaments." Jeanette was the local bookworm that had attached herself to me as I was giving her a race for being a top student in every class.

"It says here that in one tournament every one of the contestants died. Why would the school even submit their name to participate in this stupid tournament?"

"I'm with you there Jeanette. Fighting dragons and Blast-Ended Skrewts, I'll leave that to those with a stupid death wish."

"Harry what is a Blast-Ended Skrewts?"

"Something I'm sure you'll meet if you ever go to England for their tournament." I'd made a slight error in mentioning them as they were one of Hagrid's little inventions.

That's all it took, and the word was around school that the tournament is a death trap but a couple of idiots volunteered to go and participate. That when I started getting pressure from the Headmaster, Mister Warrton. The headmaster had me in his office the very next day along with Jeanette and several more of the brainier students of the school.

"I'm not here to force anybody to go to England to participate in their tournament. I'd like you all to go and support our school; our school would look pretty pathetic if we only sent the three idiots that want to enter that tournament."

"Mister Warrton you don't sound like you're thrilled about this tournament, might I ask why?"

"Your correct Harry unfortunately our school board thought it would be a great honor."

It was against my better thoughts, what could go wrong; I wasn't going to enter the tournament. It was almost like a little voice in the back of my head saying, "Right stupid, whatever goes right when you stick your nose into a situation?" Then again there was another little voice saying wouldn't it be nice to see the old castle again? I told the voices to shut up when I started to think about seeing old friends because Draco Malfoy and his friendly Death-Munchers had popped into my thoughts.

John thought it was an excellent idea and signed the permission forms and before we knew it we where on an aircraft heading for chilly old England.

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It's totally surprising what one can forget about old England's backward magical community. We landed at Heathrow international and I had just released Hedwig from her cage before we were hustled off to a special room.

"Harry, where is the nice school bus to drive to a secluded alley so we can reappear at Hogwarts?" Jeanette expected comfort in her travel.

No we got a rope that we had to grab which was a portkey which snatched us by our gut and threw us onto the floor as we got dumped at Hogwarts. Things only got different from that point.

While the rest my school was marveled at a lot of the ancient things at Hogwarts, I was threatening my little voices in my head with mass murder. The voice in my head said, it's great to see the old castle again? Aren't you happy to see your teachers again? I didn't think so as I thought back and Snape stormed into the hall. We of course were formally introduced in the Great Hall by Dumbledore and assigned dormitory space in House Gryffindor, then he instructed us to join the Gryffindor students at the Gryffindor table. The other schools were assigned to other houses.

"Harry, why are you sitting way down on this end of the table? Jeanette did remind me of Hermione in many instances. If Jeanette didn't have the answer to the why of something she would find the answer, Period.

"If you will have a seat here on my left I'll point out the different reasons." Jeanette sat down on my left and gave me a look that said I better start explaining.

"Let's just say that I have done some research and called in a few favors. By sitting on this end of the table I will be nowhere close to that redheaded garbage disposal unit called Ronald Weasley, please observe his eating habits."

"Geez Harry doesn't the teachers teach manners in this school?"

"Now I can't do much about this muck they call pumpkin juice but there is some orange juice somewhere on the table. I can however warn you that sitting at the teachers table are couple of people who you never want to look in the eye. The first is the headmasters sitting in his golden throne and the other is the greasy haired scowling man with the big nose. Look them in the eye and they can and will read your mind."

"Harry you kidding me?"

"No Jeanette I'm just beginning to start. You see those two redheaded kid sitting over there? Those are the Weasley twins but they are also known as the jokesters. If you ever eat anything they give you your libel to turn into some animal or other unwelcome form. This just highlight our table, I can't even begin to explain some of the other tables occupants philosophies."

"Where did you learn all of this Harry?"

"I know an individual who use to attend school here at Hogwarts. He was not very complementary about a number of people here such as the blonde zit with the excess hair gel. His father is one of those Death Eaters we hear about and he is also most likely a Death Eater himself or will become one in the future."

My day was finally made absolutely perfect as I found out that the dorm rooms had been expanded and that Ron Weasley, the snoring buzz saw, was going to be one of my roommates for the entire year. As we were unpacking in our new dorm...

"All right you lot, listen up! I'm Ron Weasley and I'm in charge of this room so what I say goes, is that clear?"

After the laughing subsided Hal, who is one of the linebackers on our football team, explain the facts of life to Ron Weasley. I was happy that I spent the extra money on my security trunk and that I knew a silencing charm for my bed curtains.

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The next morning I did my normal exercise program and later at breakfast we received our class schedules, "Oh joy! We have the same classes with House Gryffindor." I grumbled to Jeanette who was again sitting on my left.

"Hi I'm Hermione Granger and you are?"

"Harry, nice to meet you."

"Surely you have a last name? What subjects will you be taking while you're here? Do you have the same subjects in America? Jeanette started giggling.

"What's so funny we have not even been introduced yet..."

"See Jeanette what you can turn into if you keep your nose stuck in the book all the time." I knew this would set Hermione off in a rant but I just couldn't help myself.

"Well Mister no-last-name I rather enjoy books."

"Well if you insist you can call me by my full name whenever you should call on me, and that is Lord Harry William Patrick Slytherin, I'll drop all my Duke titles on you at a later date." Jeanette was snickering and was almost to the point of breaking out in full blown laughter.

"Liar! You can't be Lord Slytherin. The Dark Lord holds that title." Draco Malfoy had made an appearance with his two bully boys. How lucky can I be I thought?

"You mean that half blood jerk with the made up name? No if you asked the goblins they shall tell you his real name is Thomas Riddle, named after his Muggle father." While I was running off at the mouth I stood up and faced Draco just in time to watch him pull his wand… His bad luck I thought, as this was causing a bit of aggression from memories past to influence my now growing inner happiness.

I'm no kung fu expert but I have gone thru some classes not to mention seventeen years of experience that I had been awarded by crashing into the banister at Privet Drive. I was quite familiar with Draco and this whole pureblood English society. As usual Draco was holding his wand loosely so I was easily able to snatch it out of his hands and snap it in half.

As Draco froze in shock I rammed my left hand into Draco's throat enough to cause him breathing problems but I also proceeded to grasp him around that same neck with the same hand. I pushed him into Crabbe and said, "Here, hold this!" Crabbe not large on the brain department actually grabbed Draco while Goyle moved toward me to deliver a right roundabout type punch.

Goyle got a knife hand strike to the throat which sent him to the floor trying to breathe as I spun around giving Crabbe a solid kick to his kidney. Crabbe also found the floor attractive giving me a chance to grab Draco by the front of his robes before Draco was dragged down with Crabbe, "If you ever draw a wand on me again your father will have to look for another heir." I then gave him a good solid punch to the jaw freeing him to join his two fellow Slytherins. That's when the fun really started.