Lordships, Marriage and Manipulations.

Chapter 1

A/N: I have decided to update this chapter since my work has improved in later chapters, to any new readers I hope you enjoy and give the other chapters a quick look before you stop reading if you don't like.

Summer had now officially begun. The end of his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was over and done with, along with the end of dream for Harry Potter to have a simple and easy life. Everything felt like a nightmare to him now. Sirius, his godfather, was dead. His own cousin, Bellatrix, killing him in the last moment in as it was being coined, The Battle of the Ministry. It had now been a whole week, since Harry had lost his only remaining family, all his hope to escape from the Dursleys' with Sirius as his real parent figure in his life were dashed against the wall. Just gone. Unable to be fulfilled anymore. Like the now broken ink bottle, smashed against the wall after the grief and his anger grew too much.

Harry was suffering. Not the usual kind where he felt neglected by his so-called family, but the physical treatment. The disgusting abuse he still received along with the mental damage of losing Sirius had actually caused some mental health damage on Harry. The beatings and starvation were one thing, a thing he could likely handle seeing he was quite used to the treatment, but Sirius was something Harry had needed. Needed with him to believe he could get away from this with the Dursley's, living together where the stars were always visible. Then there was the usual lack of communication he had with his friends during the summer, even Ron and Hermione had contacted him less over these last two weeks since the battle. It made him feel worse, like they had just left him even though they knew he would be suffering from losing Sirius and the treatment he got in this awful house. Yet after all that time, he had yet to receive anything, not even a small, 'hope you're okay,' note.

After a while of looking at the remains of the ink bottle, smashed against his wall, Harry no longer felt the sudden rush of anger but more of an empty pang in his heart, the grief was never ending sometimes. He felt abandoned. His friends left him to his pain, his parents and godfather taken from him, stuck in this house between a prisoner and slave and Dumbledore, well he had left him out to dry basically. Throughout the year and the rest of his life, Harry knew Dumbledore had somehow made sure Harry had always followed through with his plans, no matter the cost or pain they inflicted on him, he was just a pawn, a Light pawn and he knew it. The worst thing was, he knew he couldn't do anything about it, all because of stupid Voldemort.

Clenching his fists, Harry stood up and started pacing around his small and empty room trying to calm his anger, Hedwig staring at him give a slight hoot to try and calm him, he supposed. 'At least I have Hedwig,' he thought, his most loyal companion that had always been there for him since the start of this whole wizarding mess he entered.

A slight tapping on his window caused Harry to turn and see an unfamiliar owl with a piece of parchment tied to its' leg. 'Strange' he thought. 'Nothing from everyone I know, but someone sends me this?' raced through his mind, as he let the owl in and took the parchment. Before opening it, he noticed the seal of Gringotts and wondered why the goblins had decided to owl him, as he fed said owl some treats before it flew out the window.

Dear Mr. Harry J Potter,

We, the Goblins of Gringotts, would like to formally send our condolences on the death of Mr. Sirius Orion Black and extend the invitation to be present for the Last Will and Testament of said Mr. Black, as your presence is vital in the process of carrying out said Will.

We would also like to enquire about the lack of response concerning the official reading of the late Mr and Mrs. Potter, as their wills' have not been carried out to date due to their sealing from your magical guardian. As well as to inquire about the unusual use concerning the Potter Vaults and the monthly statements send in regards of said use.

Due to the circumstances regarding your upbringing with muggle relatives, including your status as an underage wizards in regards to the Ministry of Magic Underage Laws of 1902, as well as the nature of said matters, a meeting can be set up at your convenience such as when you receive this letter, a portkey has been attached to the letter which will activate though saying 'Gringotts Meeting'.

As always may your gold continue to grow,

Skullsmasher, Head of Inheritance and Will's Department

Bloodfang, Potter Accounts Manager

Gringotts.

Harry sat at the end of the bed confused, he looked up at Hedwig and asked "What do the goblins mean my parents will and use of the vault? You think I should go?", upon receiving the usual hoot, Harry prepared for his meeting at Gringotts by retrieving his wand and straightening his baggy oversized clothes before muttering the portkey activation phrase and disappearing from his room.

Outside, the members of the Order watching Harry, missed seeing him disappear for that one vital second while they turned away from having him in their line of sight, bored at the job they had been tasked to do. Watching and protecting Harry Potter wasn't all it sounded like, the imagine you imagine when you think of that job is Harry needing help against a stampeding herd of centaurs, or even dragons attacking his house in the night. Instead, it was this. Sitting or standing still for hours on end, watching the bedroom of Harry Potter who couldn't do anything or was abused. Yes, they even seen and allowed Harry, their famous Boy-who-Lived, to continuously be abused and threatened by his muggle relatives. The guards simply continued guarding the house unaware the man they were guarding had left, to find out the truth and reclaim his position in the magical world, instead of just being the famous 'Living Boy', he was only known as.

Meanwhile, further north that Surrey, in the Headmasters office at Hogwarts Dumbledore sat enjoying the rich taste of the expensive items he had recently bought. Enjoying his last small vacation, he knew he would have, seeing as his left hand was withered and blackened, he knew it was likely he lasted the next full academic year. That meant that he should enjoy what life he could, motivating him to go over the top spending galleons as he sat, lavishing in the expensive taste he had let reign control. Why you might ask, was he not working to gain more allies and support to take on Voldemort? Or why he wasn't helping Harry find a way to defeat him or use the time efficiently and train Harry to fight? The answer, Dumbledore had given up his ambition to survive this war and become most famous in the wizarding world by defeating two Dark Lord, since he was cursed. He decided to at least indulge in his hard work, taking galleons from Harry under the goblins noses' at well, it was a difficult feat, but he had managed.

'Let the wizard world suffer without my presence, let them all beg that I was their only hope.' Dumbledore had decided as he muttered to himself. His Greater Good has been so close to achieving, and maybe just maybe, it still could be if his plans with Harry continued as he wanted like they were. 'Just a little more time to let him stew in grief and loneliness before I come to rescue him.' Dumbledore thought, though with a slight frown as an owl came from Gringotts, informing him a date was soon to be set for Sirius and his Will Reading. He would have to prepare eventually for this, to make sure Harry remained at Privet Drive and not receive his full inheritance.