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Removing his wand he cast the tempus charm and decided how he was going to do things. He'd be having much fun at the expense of Vernon who had often beaten him and withheld food from him at several times in life so much so that he was now underweight and smaller in height then he should have been. He acciod Vernon's wallet and cast the gemino curse on his bank card duplicating it once before removing the spell and putting the wallet back. He then cast a notice me not charm on the door of his cupboard and waited for his opportunity which came a few minutes as the heavy thudding of his uncle heading into the loo was heard. He exited his cupboard and snuck upstairs where he imperioused Vernon behind and made him tell him his bank code and then go straight back to sleep again. He would not be making a habit of doing that spell but was only using it this one time to punish Vernon. After Vernon was sound asleep he exited through the front door and called for the nightbus. He remembered to pull his hair down to cover his forehead and boarded the bus. He asked to be dropped in the centre of London which it complied with. As it was nearly morning anyway it wasn't as dark as it should be.

Stan Shunpike didn't even think to ask who he was and right now he was merely grateful for it. He was let out near Charring Cross Road and immediately searched for an ATM of Vernon's particular bank branch. Once there he inserted the card and entered the code Vernon had supplied getting in. He checked on the balance and we stunned to see it was much higher than he ever would have previously thought. He had thought it might contain two thousand pounds or thereabout but was stunned to see ten thousand in the account. It was obvious he was being paid to care for Harry, care which might I add he'd never once seen. This money was usually spent on fancy holidays abroad, new cars or home renovations. He withdrew the maximum of two thousand five hundred pounds which the ATM would give him and decided to accio the rest of the money from the account with his concealed wand which wasn't obvious or visible. Now it did look silly that a child was accessing an ATM but so be it. He'd never be caught anyway. Having cleared out Vernon's account he walked down the road eventually finding the Leaky Cauldron which he entered and went to the back. His memory of how to press the stones still there but he didn't actually need to use it as by luck the archway was still open from whoever had previously gone through. He walked up the street unseen because of his height and the hoodie he was wearing. He approached the bank and entered. He took his hood down and approached a teller.

"Hello sir I wondered if I could ask you if I have an account here as I'd like to place some money into it if I do!" he asked as the teller bent down to scrutinise him briefly.

"I will need a sample of your blood to tell me if you do or not. Please place your finger over this tiny vial and we'll extract some of your blood!" he said passing a vial to Harry. Harry did as instructed feeling a sort of sucking sensation on his finger as the vial was filled with blood. He took back the blood scanning it and shrieking.

"Mr Potter! Do you mean to tell me you didn't even know if you would have an account here? This is most disgraceful. Do you have your bank key?" he asked as Harry remembered what death had told him and looked confused.

"As of right now I don't even have a house key. What is a bank key?" he asked as the goblin shouted in gobbledegook furiously. He took out an odd shaped gavel banging it on his desk and waited. When nothing happen he seemed to get only worse.

"I have tried summoning it but whoever has it has it warded against summoning. I am left with no choice but declare it null and void and give you a new key, keyed into your blood so only you may ever access it. Whoever did this has broken many wizarding banking laws and will face repercussions from us at a later date. You should have been in receipt of many bank statements from us which judging by your facial expression hasn't happened either. What's more you look terrible. I will right this injustice at once. I am Ripclaw your account manager now come with me to see a healer at once. This is an outrage!" he shouted dragging Harry down through various winding corridors eventually landing at the hospital wing whereupon his case was explained to the healer there who looked very concerned indeed.

"Mr Potter please come forward. You will find in the magical world especially within Gringotts bank itself we heal sometimes in a very rough way because we have no choice. Firstly I will scan you and then we will see how you need to be healed!" she said as he sat on a comfortable seat she lead him to. She ran her wand up and down his body shedding some tears as she went which surprised as she went.

"Ripclaw he has many broken and poorly healed wounds and copious scarring from a belt on his back as well as some mild internal bleeding likely sustained two or three days ago. He is severely underweight and has a horcrux in his scar. This boy has been through hell and back the poor dear. He will need our most aggressive treatment. Bring in the curse breakers to deal with that scar first. Don't worry Mr Potter we'll soon have you looking well again!" she said seriously. He felt such care here it was blowing him away. Why had he never felt that anywhere wizards were? It really made no sense. It was decided to give him an inheritance test without him even needing to ask for one as Ripclaw said it might be interesting. Some of his blood was handed over as a group of curse breakers entered surrounding him.

"Please fix my scar and maybe you can see if anything else like it is nearby and can be destroyed. I don't know what a horcrux is but it certainly doesn't sound good!" he said as they regarded him seriously.

"I am John head of curse breaking for Gringotts bank and I will do as you suggest. I will encompass the whole greater London area. Don't worry Mr Potter this will not hurt at all!" he said placing something onto his forehead which numbed the area of the scar. He placed a black stone over the scar which used great force to literally suck the horcrux into the stone itself. As the spell was cast encompassing all of greater London they were stunned as the cup and the locket came to them with great force. Both items were cleansed of the soul fragments they contained and sent back to wherever they'd come from. When Kreacher woke in a few hours he'd be shocked at the cleaned locket and would finally start cleaning number twelve properly. Inside the hospital wing everyone watched in stunned silence as a bubble was cast around the stones into which a tiny amount of fiend fire was released. The strong magical bubble contained the fire as the three magical stones exploded screaming out this wailing black gunk which tried to attack them all several times before eventually dissipating. Harry was instructed to enter what looked like one of those new muggle tanning booths.

He walked forward and entered screaming as the door was closed and he was forcefully healed. It took one whole hour to fix what would normally take the wizarding world two weeks to fix. It was very extreme and hurt like a bitch but was worth it in the long run. He grew to be his normal height and his internal injuries were healed. His stomach was shrunk till it was very small and gradually expanded until it as where it needed to be healing his malnutrition. His eyesight was fixed and his hair relaxed. Some excess magic which had been charmed inside him by Dumbledore was released allowing all of his bones to be healed. He had never felt such excruciating pain in his life but realised it was worth it when he was done. None of his clothing fit him as he had gone from four ft. to five ft. one in height. At least now he needed no glasses so things would be easier for him. His scar was now gone as all scars he had, had been healed. He looked perfectly healthy. Now they would be moving on to his inheritance test results. This would be great.