A/N As always, thank you all so much for your support of this story. I started writing this story because it's the kind of Harry Potter story that I enjoy the most, and it's wonderful that you are all enjoying it as well so far. That being said, a few notes.

So this is not only my first fanfiction, but also my first story. Outside of high-school English class, I've never written a story. I never dreamed that I would, especially one of this length. So, please don't be too harsh on any mistakes throughout the story, as this is kind of just me having a bit of fun with this story. It has been quite a liberating outlet of creativity for me, something I lack in my day to day life as an Engineering student.

Currently this story does not have a beta, so any mistakes are my own. If you notice something that is so glaringly wrong that is insults your senses, please let me know via PM or Review. I can't fix something that I don't know about, and even after reading through a chapter 5 times I am bound to miss something here and there.

Now, I have a question for everyone about the eventual fate of a few characters that could swing a couple of ways. As you can tell, there are some characters like Dumbledore, Ron, Ginny and Molly Weasley that I am going to throw under the bus quite a lot during this story. So, who do you think I should include in the meddlings of the foolish old man? Should Fred and George take the side of their mother and younger siblings, or should they side with Harry and Hermione? Should Draco Malfoy become a surprising ally? And how does Snape feel about the whole situation? In the end, these are all things that won't effect the overall outcome of the story, but will add a few interesting twists here and there. So what would you all like to see?

This story will encompass all of the events covered in the original Harry Potter stories, with events mainly occurring in chronological order. There are, of course, some major storylines that will have drastically different outcomes, which will eventually have a domino effect. Certain people won't die, some might still die, and some characters might die a lot sooner than you might think.

Let me know how you all enjoy the lovely plot twist in this chapter. I know I had a lot of fun writing it.

Chapter 3- Blast to the past

When Harry finally awoke, it was to a sound that he had hoped to never hear again.

Petunia Dursley unlocked the door to the cupboard under the stairs, banged on the door three times before finally saying in a seething voice, "Get up and cook breakfast you worthless freak."

Casting his mind back to the past, Harry tried to remember exactly what he had done to warrant this particularly nasty wake up call. 'Ah,' he thought. 'Yesterday was Dudley's birthday, which means I'm still in huge shit for putting him in that snake enclosure. Which also means no food for a week. Hmm. I wonder if Gabriel can help me out with that.'

Harry was surprised when a candy bar appeared on his pillow, as though the archangel had heard his thoughts. "Thanks Gabe," Harry whispered under his breath, as he realised that there was a small note under the bar of chocolate. It simply read 'Meet at Gringotts tomorrow, midday.', in a script that was obviously Hermione's.

As he stepped out from the cupboard, he was bowled over by Dudley. As he hit the floor, he had to reel in his magic, and resist the impulse to reach for his wand, which he now realised was still not on his person. 'That's right, I don't own a wand yet,' Harry mused as he reigned in his anger, simply ignoring his cousin as he got up and began to prepare a particularly greasy breakfast for his relatives.

When the sound of the mail being delivered was heard shortly after breakfast was served, Vernon yelled at Harry to go and fetch the newspaper. Harry quickly collected the mail on the ground, his heart racing as he saw the familiar parchment of a Hogwarts letter. Being as quick as he could, Harry stuffed the letter through the grates on the door to his cupboard, and he took the rest of the mail to the table that his relatives sat at. As Petunia preened over how smart Dudley looked in his Smeltings uniform, Vernon dismissed Harry back to his cupboard under the stairs, where he was to stay for the rest of the day and night, as the Dursley's were having guests over that didn't need to see the freak that they had been burdened with.

Harry didn't dare open his letter yet, knowing that the rustling sound of parchment might attract the attention of the undesirables in the kitchen. No, he was going to have to wait until they left for their dinner reservation, and make sure that everything was safely tucked away before they got back. Harry decided that the best use of his time was to mentally plan out how he was going to escape tomorrow to get to Diagon Alley.

By the time the Dursley's finally left in the evening with their guests, Harry still hadn't figured out a way to get out. But now it was time to open his letter, and eat the roast dinner that appeared out of thin air in front of him. With a rustle of parchment, he was finally reading the words that he never got to read on his original Hogwarts letter. He was going back to school.

After the excitement of his letter wore off, the pressing issue of his escape came to the forefront once more. He couldn't just run outside and summon the Knight Bus, he didn't have a wand yet, and Mrs Figg would hear the commotion if he just started running away from his relatives. And if that happened, then Dumbledore would surely hear about it immediately. The last thing he needed was Dumbledore tracking him down before he had protected himself from the man.

The protection! Had Gabriel seared the warding onto his bones yet? Harry decided to call out to the angel, hoping that he would have a solution to Harry's dilemma. Harry jolted a little as he heard his cupboard door opening, only to relax when he saw Gabriel on the other side.

"Oh kiddo your relatives really suck. This cupboard is so tiny. So, what can I do for you?" the archangel rapidly said.

"Well, I just need to know a few things. Do I have the angel warding yet? And can you think of a way for me to get out of here tomorrow so I can meet Hermione?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Your warding is all done kiddo. I did it all shortly after you blacked out, so you wouldn't have felt a thing thankfully. I did the same for Hermione before she came to. And as for your escape plan, why, I'm wounded my friend. I can get you straight to Diagon Alley from this cupboard. I can even make it sound like Apparition in Diagon Alley so that no one thinks twice about it. We can put a couple of glamour charms on you before we leave so that no one recognises you. The last thing we need is one of Dumbledore's lackeys causing a scene in the middle of the street. As for Hermione, she is going to have to go there in the morning with McGonagall anyway. She will simply meet you after all her school shopping is done. Now I hate to run, but your relatives will be home any moment now. Just keep your cool for a little bit longer. With the right words to the right goblins tomorrow, you won't ever have to come back to this madhouse ever again." And with that said, Gabriel closed the cupboard door, taking care to leave it exactly how he found it before he disappeared with a sharp flap.

Harry figured that his relatives would leave him alone for the rest of the evening. With nothing else to do, he decided it would be best to get some real sleep, something he hadn't experienced in over a year. While his cot was no more comfortable than the thin mattress that he had slept on during the Horcrux hunt, he didn't have to worry about the threat of imminent death at the moment. Ignoring the slight sting on his right shoulder, he fell into a deep slumber.

Bang! Harry woke with a start, prepared to see the sneering face of one of his relatives, but being pleasantly surprised to see an excited Gabriel instead. As he looked over at the clock on the wall, he saw that he has severely overslept. It was nearly time to leave and meet Hermione! With a spring in his step, he stepped out from the cupboard. "Morning Gabe," he yawned, rubbing the sleep out from his eyes.

"Morning kiddo. Now, I'm just going to adjust a few things before we leave." Gabriel waved his hand in front of Harry, lengthening his hair and changing it to a shade of sandy blond. Harry's eyes changed from their trademark green to a dark brown, before finally his tattered clothing became simple yet well stitched robes. A very nondescript look, Harry would blend right into the crowd. "Perfect. You almost look like a miniature me. So, I won't be able to stay with you today. Clotho is concerned that if we immortals intervene with the Tapestry too much that it could warp the Fabric of Reality, so we need to try and keep these interactions to a minimum for now. As soon as I drop you off in the Alley, you should head straight to Gringotts and ask to talk to the manager of the Potter estate. Do it quietly so you don't draw any attention. If he kicks up a fuss, offer to provide a blood sample. That should shut him right up. Make sure that you get at least your section of the will read. Ready?"

"Ready," Harry nodded, eager to start the chain of events that would change the Fate of the wizarding world. A pop and sore knee later, and the pair had arrived at the Apparition point in Diagon Alley. When he turned around to thank Gabriel, he was greeted with thin air.

Being careful to avoid bumping into too many people, Harry quickly made his way towards the bank, only stopping to glare at a book display that had his face, or what the public believed he looked like, being used to attract customers. A book with the title 'The life and tales of the Boy-Who-Lived', by Rita Skeeter seemed to be the most popular item for sale. Harry frowned at how easily people seemed to accept the lies, despite no one actually seeing Harry since the night his parents died. And who had given Rita information for the story?

Deciding to ask the goblins if they knew anything about the book, Harry made his way into the bank. Only to be almost instantly attacked by what he thought must have been a small grizzly bear. Seeing the familiar faces of Hermione's parents over the shoulder of his attacker, he realised that the untamed mass of curls obscuring most of his vision was actually a young Hermione.

"Good to see you too Hermione. Would you mind… loosening up a little? I'm finding it a little hard to breathe." Harry managed to wheeze out.

Hermione quickly let go, blushing at her brash action. Clearing her throat, she began introducing her parents to Harry, forgetting that they had met a few times in their previous timeline. "Oh," she realised halfway through her introduction. "This whole timeline things is going to be a bit more confusing than I had hoped."

"Don't worry about it sweetheart, I'm sure it will get easier to deal with as time goes on. Though I'm not sure that I will ever get used to seeing the two of you so young again. And Harry, you are so small! We will have to work on getting some meat on those bones as soon as we can." Dr Jean Granger said, giving Harry a less bone crushing hug in greeting.

Dr Daniel Granger stepped forward and shook Harry's hand. "You should better to use to Jean mothering you like that Harry. After what Gabriel explained to us yesterday, you're practically family now. Jean's always wanted a second child, and she will use every opportunity to treat you as her own." Daniel smiled at the boy in front of him, already accepting the fact that Harry was destined to be his son in law one day. After Ronald Weasley, Harry was a massive improvement as a partner for his only daughter.

" By the way, I was wondering how did you guys recognised me?" Harry asked, gesturing towards his altered appearance.

"Oh that's simple sweetheart. Gabriel told us to look out for a miniature version of himself. And I have to say, he was pretty bang on in that description." Jean explained.

"Maybe now is a good time to go and talk to the goblins? I don't want to risk anyone overhearing us any more out in the open like this." Hermione said, gesturing around at the hall of Gringotts that they were in.

The group made their way towards an empty teller, until Harry recognised who the goblin was. Griphook. Realising that Griphook was likely one of the goblins that Dumbledore controlled, Harry carefully steered the group towards a different, hopefully not corrupt teller.

Stepping up the counter, Harry called forth a voice that he hoped had an air of confidence, knowing that the goblins despised any perceived weakness. "I would like to speak to the manager of the Potter Estates please." Harry said, being careful not to attract the attention of other customers.

The goblin looked down at Harry, sneering. Surely the child in front of him had no claims to the Potter Estate, and was just trying to waste the banks time. "Only the Potter heir has access to the Potter Estate manager, and you are clearly not Harry Potter," The goblin hissed, hoping to scare the child away. He was shocked when the child in front of him stood taller, and looked him in the eyes, anger written all over his face.

"I will prove it by blood," Harry sneered at the goblin, unimpressed with his rude demeanour. At the look of shock on the goblin's face, he figured he had said the right thing. The goblin quickly stepped down from his bench, and led the group towards an empty meeting room.

Producing what appeared to be a blank sheet of paper and small ornate dagger, the goblin indicated that Harry prick the skin of his thumb and smear the blood across the paper. With a wince at the small sharp pain, Harry watched as his blood began balling together and move towards the centre of the page. As the balls of blood came together, they began spreading out again, forming what appeared to be a rune. He could feel Hermione lean over his shoulder to examine the rune, something that she would surely research later. The rune began to glow gold, before disappearing. In its place, a red script began flowing over the paper, reading;

Crown Prince Harry James Potter,

Heir to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter,

Heir Apparent to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black,

Heir through conquest to the Ancient and Noble House of Gaunt,

Heir to the Lost Ancient House of Peverell,

Heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Gryffindor,

Heir through conquest to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Slytherin,

Heir to the Throne of Hogwarts.

As Magic says, so mote it be.

The reactions of everyone in the room were varied. The goblin instantly turned a ghostly white, before profusely apologising and scurrying off to find the Potter Estate manager. Hermione kept rereading the list, cataloguing all of the information and pondering what the Throne of Hogwarts was. Daniel and Jean were confused by the list, wondering what it meant to be an heir through conquest.

Harry was simply shocked. He had known that he was the heir to House Potter, but he was expecting that to be the only house that would have appeared. He must be the Heir Apparent to House Black through Sirius, otherwise the line would die out if Sirius didn't have any children. The Houses of Gaunt and Slytherin must have passed to him when he defeated Voldemort as a child, since Voldemort didn't have an heir. Peverell and Gryffindor must have come from the Potter's generations ago, though he didn't understand how no one else had known about it. And what was the Throne of Hogwarts? Surely it didn't mean that silly chair that Dumbledore always sat in?

Just as the group started to thaw from their numbness, two important looking goblins walked into the room, followed by a squad of guards. The goblins sat down at the table while the guards began lining the room. One of the goblins, clearly very advanced in age, gestured to the group to sit down. As they did so, he introduced himself.

"I am Gringott the fifth, director of this esteemed bank, and my companion here is Ragnuk the third, manager of the Potter estates. I would first and foremost like to apologise for the behaviour of Nagnok the second. With the date of your expected arrival at Hogwarts drawing near, it seems that we have someone come in every other day claiming to be you or your magical guardian. I am curious though, as to why you do not have any of your vault keys in your possession?" Gringott enquired.

"I don't have any sir. The only vault key that I know about is in the hands of Albus Dumbledore, and I haven't seen him or anyone from the magical world since he left me with my abusive muggle relatives on the night that my parents died." Harry stated, hoping that this knowledge would be incriminating against the meddling old man.

"It is as we feared then. When Albus Dumbledore had himself instated as your magical guardian through the Ministry, we knew that something was afoot. The magical records at Gringotts clearly shows that Lord Sirius Orion Black is still your magical guardian, and the magic never lies. Since Lord Black was never given a trial for his perceived crimes, he was never actually sentenced. When a wizard is sentenced to Azkaban, his accounts are frozen and all magical titles revoked for the period of his sentencing. These changes are instantly reflected in the records of the bank. It was then that we realised that Dumbledore himself must have had a hand to play in the deceit, and so we did everything that we could to lessen the impact that he might have in our systems. We hid away any vaults belonging to your estates that he had no knowledge of, and locked down as many of the ones that he was aware of so that only you could access them. He tried to fool us over the years by bring in papers signed with your magical signature stating that he could access the vaults. We could clearly see that the signature was forged however, and insisted that you needed to be physically present in order for him to access the vaults. There was one vault however that he could access, and I am deeply saddened to say that he has nearly fully drained it over the years, only leaving enough money for you to use to pay for your tuition and expenditures during your time at Hogwarts. The sum of this gold is currently present in Vault 687, with a gold value totalling to just over one thousand galleons. I will leave it to Ragnuk to further discuss the Potter estates with you, as I am here for a more pressing matter. You will need to sign papers accepting the Houses of Gaunt and Slytherin, as well as accept the Lordship rings for all of your Houses. There is also the matter of the Heir Crown of Hogwarts, an artefact that has never been claimed since the Kings and Queens of Hogwarts created it." Gringott waved his hand, and a case of rings appeared on the table. Embellished on every ring was the crest of the House that it represented.

When Harry saw the Peverell ring, he shuddered, realising that it was the ring Horcrux. Almost as though reading his mind, Gringott explained, "The Peverell ring had the most unusual dark curses upon it when the magics of the bank summoned it. We were able to dismantle them, as well as destroy what we believed to be a soul fragment belonging to the self-styled Lord Voldemort. When we realised the significance, a replica of the ring was created using goblin magic, with a soul echo embedded within. Goblin magic is very different to wizarding magic, so only a goblin would be able to recognise that the replacement ring is a fake."

Hermione perked up at this, realising that the goblins magic might be able to safely remove the Horcrux in Harry's skull. When she voiced this thought, Gringott looked at Harry with a mixture of pity and hope. Pity that the young wizard had had to live with such a corruption for so many years, and hope that they could remove the fragment very quickly, and with some luck, with little pain as well.

"We could remove the fragment now if you wish? This will incur a fee of course, but we can just simply remove the fee from the Gaunt vault. While there is little left in that particular vault, what is left are dark artefacts that would be of no use to anyone, but are enough to cover the cost of the ritual that we must perform." At Harry's enthusiastic agreeance, Gringott summoned a team of curse breakers to begin preparing Harry.

Harry and Hermione were expecting there to be some backlash from the Horcrux when it was destroyed, like they had encountered with those that they had destroyed in the previous timeline. When nothing at all seemed to happen, they were concerned that the ritual hadn't worked. Suddenly, Harry's scar opened and a black ooze seeped from it, evaporating as it hit the air. Once all of the soul fragment was removed, the scar closed up and began rapidly fading. Within minutes, it was though the scar had never existed.

Harry gave a deep sigh of gratitude, thanking the team of curse breakers and Gringott for their services. He felt lighter than he ever had before, and was very glad in the knowledge that two Horcruxes had been destroyed in one day with very little fuss. If only it had been this easy the first time around, Harry mused. If only Dumbledore hadn't interfered.

Harry's attention was brought back to the rings in front of him. There were five rings all up, with a simple yet elegant crown sitting apart from the group. The crown was comprised of a dark grey metal that appeared have what looked like trees growing upwards from its thin band, making what could be interpreted as a forest. The Forbidden Forest, Harry realised. At the centre of the crown were five trees that appeared bigger than the rest and made of a different coloured metal. The far-right tree was made of a black metal, and instead of metal leaves were stones of bright yellow gems. Hufflepuff. Next to it and closer to the middle was a silver tree with leaves of bright green gemstone. Slytherin. On the far left was a bronze tree with leaves of a dark blue gemstone that reflected lighter in the light. Ravenclaw. Next to it was a golden tree with leaves of deep red. Gryffindor. The central tree was the largest of the five, and seemed to be a combination of the four house trees. Gold twirled with silver, bronze and black, with leaves of yellow, green, blue and red. In short, it was stunning.

"The House rings of Potter, Peverell and Gaunt do not require any magic to be performed in order to claim them, as the magics of the houses will automatically accept you as you are the sole heir. The rings of Gryffindor and Slytherin however are different. In order to claim these rings and their associated titles, you must make a vow to the rings, and the magics of the rings will assess you. If you are deemed acceptable, the ring will glow and you may claim it. If not, the ring will simply vanish back into the vault of the founder that it came from. Many have tried to claim these rings over the years, believing their claim to be legitimate, yet I have never witnessed a successful claiming. The titles of the Founders are not something that can be passed on through generations, but rather one that must be claimed not only by someone with the inheritance, but the magic as well. The last time someone successfully claimed a title was when Tom Riddle was made Lord Slytherin. However, as his magic began becoming darker and darker, the Lordship ring rejected him. If the presence of multiple Horcruxes is any indication, it could be assumed that the ring rejected him the first time that he split his soul. I feel that this will not be an issue for you however. I sense great lightness within you now that the soul fragment is not tainting your magical aura." Gringott held out the rings, indicating that Harry made his vows.

"I, Harry James Potter, do solemnly swear to uphold the values and magic of the Houses Gryffindor and Slytherin, for as long as I live. I swear to leave a legacy that future generations will benefit from, and bring honour to my Houses. So I say, so mote it be." Harry read from a piece of parchment that Ragnuk handed him.

A light enveloped Harry and the rings, indicating that the vow had been accepted. When Harry looked at the five rings in front of him, he realised that his hands were going to look quite silly wearing all of the rings at once. Seeing his dilemma, Gringott indicated that Harry place all of the rings on the same finger. Choosing the ring finger of his right hand, Harry was surprised to see the rings begin to meld together as he placed them on. When all of the rings had been placed, a ring that showed all five crests was created, forming a pentagram. In the middle of the pentagram was a stone that looked to be a swirling mass of emerald and ruby, with flecks of blue and yellow sapphire.

Gringott gave a toothy grin at the sight in front of him. He would surely be going down in the goblin and wizarding history books as the director of the bank that presented not one, but two of the legendary Lordships of Hogwarts. And to be to the same person, on the same day? The odds were nearly impossible. Gringott cleared his throat, now gesturing to the crown that was left. "The Crown of Hogwarts can only be claimed by someone that is pure of magic and soul, and carries at least one of the Lordship titles. In the event that there is more than one Lord or Lady of Hogwarts, magic chooses the most appropriate candidate. If magic decides that both candidates are equal, then a second crown is produced from the first. This is how the Founders of Hogwarts all became the Kings and Queens of Hogwarts. In those days, the Ministry for Magic had not yet formed, and the royalty of Hogwarts were the rulers of Magical Britain. Due to your age, you may not yet claim the title of King, but rather the title of Crown Prince. While it doesn't mean the same that it did all those years ago, it is sure to have a fair amount of political clout to the traditionalists in the Wizengamot." Gringott took the crown from its place, and motioned for Harry to kneel in front of him. The goblin delicately placed the crown on Harry's head, the circlet shrinking until it fit the boy perfectly.

As Harry stood, the two goblins and all of the guards bowed deeply. Hermione and Jean gave him a deep curtsy, while Daniel also gave a deep bow, all feeling incredibly blessed to have witnessed such a momentous occasion.

Harry felt quite embarrassed with the whole ordeal, not liking being the centre of so much attention. The weight of the crown on his head was unfamiliar, but not at all unpleasant. In fact, he felt revitalised, as though the crown had enchantments on it to boost his energy. 'Curious,' Harry thought. 'I will have to get it checked out by an enchantress'. But then Harry realised that he now had a crown, that was incredibly valuable, with nowhere to store it. Just as he thought about putting the crown away in his trunk once he purchased one, he felt it disappear from his head.

Seeing the alarm on his face, Gringott quickly reassured him that the crown was still in fact there, just hidden. Harry could choose when to display the crown, and need only think about it to make is disappear or reappear. It was likely Harry's thoughts of putting the crown away that initially caused it to vanish. Testing it out a few times, Harry felt assured that he could call upon the crown whenever he needed to. For now though, he decided he would keep it hidden. Testing out the same theory on the lordship ring, Harry discovered that not only could he hide the ring, but make it look like any of the five houses that he desired. A feature that would come in handy when it came to dealing with Dumbledore. While the old man might discover that he had claimed the House of Potter, he needn't know about the others. Yet.

Feeling satisfied with his results, Harry realised that he wanted to do one last thing before talking to Ragnuk about the Potter Estate. And, he realised, all of his new estates as well. Looking briefly at Hermione, he began asking Gringott, " Is it possible to do a blood test for Hermione here? See, her last name is Granger, and I thought that there might be a possible relation to Hector Dagworth-Granger, the noted Potions Master."

Hermione's eyes widened at the thought. While the possibility had briefly crossed her mind in the old timeline when Professor Slughorn had asked about the name, Hermione simply hadn't had time to look into the claim. While the chances were slim, it would go a long way into helping with the prejudice that she was exposed to in the original timeline. She would be a Half-Blood instead of a Muggleborn, even if her father was the descendant of a Squib.

Gringott brought forward another blank piece of paper and a dagger. As Hermione watched her blood ball together and form the rune, she wondered what the paper would tell her. Was she a Muggleborn or Halfblood? As the rune glowed gold, she held her breathe. The red flowing script began to appear much as it had before and what it said shocked her;

Crown Princess Hermione Jean Dagworth-Granger

Heiress to the Lost Ancient and Most Noble House of Dagworth-Granger,

Heiress to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Ravenclaw,

Heiress to the Throne of Hogwarts.

As Magic says, so mote it be.