Life had become dark. All Harry could see was pain, and the death of Sirius, it kept replaying in his mind again and again. Bellatrix hitting him with a spell that would never have fazed Sirius. Harry had been grieving since he had returned from the ministry that fateful night. Mrs. Weasley was horrified that Harry had to go through such a traumatic issue by himself with his neglectful relatives, Harry thought it was as good a place as any, he just stayed shut away in his room reliving it over and over again. He hear Sirius pleading from beyond the veil.

Harry decided enough was enough. He didn't have a choice whom Voldemort would hurt anymore, all he could do was prepare. Harry decided to take his life back from Dumbledore, he decided that he would devote his spare time to training, besting his opponent, who ever it was. Harry would take back his life tomorrow he decided. Tomorrow, he would sneak out in the morning with his invisibility cloak. Tomorrow he thought, tomorrow he was born, tomorrow, he thought, would be the start of Voldemorts demise. Finally, for the first time since Sirius died, Harry cried. For hours he let the tears run down his face until felt like he would be sick. After hours of shaking, Harry fell asleep.

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Harry crept quietly to avoid any unwanted attention. After tiptoeing about a mile from his point of origin, he stopped and pulled off his cloak to reveal a black ski capso to hide his scar and trademark hair. Then he put on a pair of sunglasses to cover his mother's eyes which everyone recognized. When he accomplished a decent disguise, he summoned the knight bus, preying it wouldn't attract any attention of a certain order.

"Welcome 'board the Knight Bus, the name's Stan Shunpike, an' you?" He asked, suspiciously looking at what Harry assumed must be a silly get up on account of he was wearing a wool ski cap in June and wearing sunglasses when the sun wasn't out yet.

"My name? My name is er, my name is James Evans." Harry felt a bit stupid not considering a name before boarding but Stan didn't seem to care much.

"That'll be 2 galleons 7 sickles." He instructed. Lucky for him that Harry had just 3 galleons.

"Where will we be lettin' ya off?" he inquired.

"Uhh, Diagon Alley please" Harry asked looking for other people aboard that he might know but there was no one on the bus other than the driver and greeter. Within moments of his sitting, Harry felt the familiar lurch in his stomach as the bus sped through England, bringing him almost cross-country in minutes.

"'Ere we are, Diagon Alley." Harry was informed as he rose to get off the bus..

When he stepped off he felt the cool breeze pass over him and sweep through the Alley. Harry needed money so he of course needed to go. After a short journey down the street he arrived at the large wizarding bank which had opened moments ago. Harry stepped up to the front desk and gave them his vault number and was led to a cart by a seemingly pissed off goblin. After the roller coaster like ride to the vault, Harry entered the vault, and remembered something.

"Excuse me, is there an accurate record of the amount in my vault?" Harry inquired from the goblin, getting and idea.

"Sir, there is a roll of parchment on the back wall with accurate measures of your money." The goblin said curtly, obviously, he was not a people person. As Harry made his way through the mountains of galleons, finally, he reached the parchment.

The Trust of Mr. Harry James Potter

Galleons: 2,579,43

Sickles: 320

Knuts: 17

Harry nearly collapsed when he saw the amount he had just read. This only confirmed his plan.

"Sir, is it possible to have an amount of money transferred to a different account?" Harry asked the impatient goblin.

"Yes, it is, while we're at it I suppose you'd like to see you family vault as long as you know you are not legally allowed to take one knut from the account. You may leave with any objects you please, but the money may not be removed." The goblin gave the most disturbing smile Harry had seen in his life, including death eaters.

'Well, first, I'd like to with draw 100,000 galleons, then I would like to have 600,000 transferred to a Mr. Arthur Weasley's account. And while we're at it, yes I believe I would like to see my families vault." Harry said with as much fake prestige as he could manage. The goblin nodded and conjured a purse, and then Harry noticed a minute chuck of one of his mountains had disappeared. After handing the purse to Harry, the goblin snapped, and a larger part of his mountain disappeared. Harry instructed that the galleons not be able to be returned and the goblin gave a sneer and nodded, which reminded him remarkably of Snape. The next leg of the journey through the tunnel of vaults was much longer. Finally, they arrived at vault number 31.

"Put your right hand one the door please sir" the goblin instructed. Harry did so and as he did he could hear locks unwinding from behind the door, when the door opened, he was face to face with a nastly looking dragon, whose body lay against the wall, but it's tail blocked all movement to the rest of the vault. Harry learned one thing about dragons from Hagrid, look them in the eyes at all times, it calms them as much as possible, when Harry made eye contact, the dragon removed it self from Harry's path and gave him a large bow.

Harry couldn't help but notice how much larger this vault was to the one he'd been using, this vault was over three times the size at least, and the mountains stacked twice as high. Harry couldn't help but walk to the parchment in the back, when he saw it, he staggered and fell into an ancient looking chair.

Gringotts Potter Family Vault

Galleons: 56,871,076

Sickles: 43

Knuts: 3

If Harry had been surprised by his trust, then their was no word to express how amazed he was over his families fortune. He didn't think it made him better by any means but over 56 million galleons was a large portion of money. As Harry made his way over to a treasure chest like object, he found something to his liking. It was a beautiful gold ring with ruby in the center but on either sides there was a lion with a crown breathing fire, Harry tried it on immediately and it was perfect for his finger, Harry did not see himself parting with that little heir loom any time soon. Next he found him self in a little room you could not see from the entrance, it was a small library like room but it had much more than that to offer as he soon found. He stumbled across a truck that lay next to the shelves of books. Harry called the goblin who crept very slowly passed the dragon, whom Harry had not much of an idea of its purpose.

"Can you tell me the functions of this trunk?" Harry asked hopefully, and for the first time the goblin gave a genuine smile.

"You have a better eye then I had suspected. This is most likely the most luxurious trunk in the history of manufacturing. It has been passed through your family for 200 years, Also there is a seal on the trunk so any magic done with in can not be traced under any circumstance for safety. There are 17 rooms not including the compartments. The rooms are as follows, a library, a living area, a foyer, a kitchen, 3 bathrooms, 6 bedrooms, a potions lab stocked with almost every potion ingredient known at all times, a dueling arena, a dining area, and finally; a room that can change to what ever you desire in your heart at that time. These rooms take up two floors, you enter the trunk by first, taking your palm and place it upon the top, and then, you climb down the stairs that will lead directly to the foyer. Other than the rooms, the trunk contains two regular compartments. Something of this magnitude I don't believe has ever been replicated." The goblin knew quite a bit about the trunk and Harry was amazed by the trunks capacity.

"Is the library stocked or empty?" Harry asked, wondering if he could bring all the books in the vault with the trunk.

"Another beautiful thing about the trunk, the library maybe infinite if one so chooses to don that many books." The goblin grinned.

"Alright, well, how do I transfer the book to the library?" Harry had a feeling it was a dumb question but part of him didn't care. The goblin just shook his head and with a low mutter and a snap, al the books had leapt off the shelves and dove in to the trunk.

"Is that all Mr. Potter?" the goblin asked, realizing they had been out for nearly an hour. Harry was about to agree when he noticed a dagger with a similar hilt design to his ring. Harry was intrigued now, he picked up the dagger, which was no longer then 10 inches for hilt to tip, it was remarkably sharp as well. The hilt was gold with a ruby on either side, ad with more intricate designs of lions spitting flames. Even more interesting was when he unsheathed the dagger, there seemed to be an ancient language, he decided he would keep thie blade but by a new holster, he knew they sold holsters for daggers and wands at Ollivanders. Harry was interested in getting a wand holster, as well, so he decided that'd be his next stop. After exiting the vault, and receiving another bow from the dragon, they were on their way back to the surface. After Harry learned to make his trunk so only his handprint could gain entrance, he started for Ollivanders. Harry knocked at the door to gain Mr. Ollivanders attention.

"Good afternoon Mr. Potter, lovely disguise." The old man smiled eerily as he turned around. Harry was disheartened by Ollivander's ability t recognize him so easily.

"Hell Mr. Ollivander, I'm here because I'm interested in by a dagger and wand holster for each fore arm, do you carry any holsters of that description," Harry asked with hope, he felt any other holster placing would make it harder to draw.

"Yes I believe so, but, if you wouldn't mind, may I see the dagger so I may know what size to bring forth?" He asked. Harry nodded. Moments after handling the blade Mr. Ollivander looked shocked,

"Mr. Potter, this is no ordinary dagger, this is an ancient wand replacement, highly esteemed families used these in replacement for wands for a period of time. The only problem is, each generation that uses it must supply a new type of core, whether it be a phoenix feather, a dragon heartstring, it needs a magical creatures essence of some sort. Someone who was quite powerful previously owned this particular dagger, the former core contained Unicorn hair, and dragon heartstring. Having two magical core types makes for an extremely powerful tool." The old man explained.

"Um, Mr. Ollivander, these things, that you could use, could they possibly be used in potions? "Harry prayed that his idea was correct.

"Well yes, good examples of that are runespoor eggshells, powdered basilisk fangs, and if a potion master is lucky, they can get hold of a crystallized phoenix tear, but I'm sure these no longer exist, shame though, they were quite powerful." Mr. Ollivander said regretfully., Harry thought, If luck was with him, he might be receiving a very powerful magical object.

"Sir, can you excuse me for a moment, I think I may have some thing that may help." Harry asked, the man nodded with agreement and Harry entered the trunk. After five minutes of search Harry found the potions lab and found all the things that were said to be useful wand cores. He brought up a jar containing 10 powdered basilisks fangs, a dozen crystallized phoenix tears, and 6 runespoor egg shells. When Harry produced the material, the man almost wen t into shock.

"Mr. Potter, these objects, for wand makers and potion masters alike, are priceless, if you were to use 4 tears, 3 shells, and 5 ounces of, powdered fang, would it be possible for me to have one of each?" Harry laughed from the man's sad looking hopeful eyes.

"Mr. Ollivander, for setting everything in the dagger for me, and the holsters, you may have everything not used," Harry laughed. Once again, the wand maker looked like he'd been struck my lightening.

"M-M-Mr. P-Potter you have a deal!" he said offering his trembling hand which Harry accepted.

"I will be done in one hours time, so feel free to roam about until then." Harry nodded and agreed to be back soon. Next, Harry needed to visit the apothecary, he needed something done about his glasses, he was hoping for a potion that would fix his eye sight, his hopes were in vain. As he was leaving the shop, the shop keeper stopped him.

"Mr. Evans, right before where Knockturn Alley begins, there is a magical eye sight store, I think you may find something to your like there." The man suggested Harry thanked him and decided he would check out this place to see if it was worth while.

"Hello and welcome to Madame-, oh you're just a kid, sorry kid, we only accept paying customers and they have to be a bit older." Harry was a little agitated that he would have to reveal himself again but he didn't think it mattered much anymore, even if the order had found him then, he would be almost finished with what he needed to do.

"Well, I am paying, as long as you accept galleons, and I need the ocular assistance more then most of your past customers." Harry said revealing himself to they teen desk witch, who proceeded to faint.

"Sorry about that Mr. Potter, my niece is a bit of a twit, only gave her the job as a favor to my sister." The friendly man said as the girl began to stir.

"We love her any ways though, how can we help you?" he asked bringing himself back on to his train of thought.

"Well, I was wondering if you had any solutions that I could use in replace of glasses?" Harry asked, thinking there could be a slight chance. And there was.

"Ah yes, I've heard you live in the muggle world, so have you heard of a contact lens?" The man said plopping his niece into a chair. Harry nodded signaling he did.

"Well, these work much like those. To regularly, they perform they same job of glasses if you want to change your eye color just say 'eye color change:' and then name a color. We have some special features here as well, with a special features, if you want to use it on one eye, you would close that eye tight for a moment, you want that feature on both eyes, blink down hard for a moment. If you continue, you will scroll through several options. The first enhances your sight to whatever magnification you require, like the eye color change, you can zoom in by saying 'eye focus:' then give a percentage. Our second feature is night vision, my cousin is a muggle in the army so he tells us about these different features that these goggles he carries have. Tell me, have you ever seen how it looks through night vision goggles?" Harry nodded, Dudley had a pair, he said he wanted to bird watch, meaning he wanted to hunt at night, but when he saw in green and black, he thought they were broken so Harry sneaked a look at them.

"Well, these blow them away, these will give you vision like normal, you don't need to blink for this feature, when it becomes too dark, they activate automatically, and give no sign to others around you. When you want it dark just say 'deactivate' and when you want them back on 'activate. Next is x-ray vision; all you have to do is concentrate on an object, scroll to this and it will look through that object, I will request you do not look threw girls clothing, the reason I don't censor the human body is so you can see if the person is concealing a second wand or a another weapon of sorts.

"Our last primary feature I like to call heat vision, this feature allows you to see everything according to the amount of heat it gives off, for example, plants don't give off much heat so they will be a color like yellow, a person would have the color of red. These are primarily made for aurors, so we have an extra feature you might be interested in. This feature is on at all times, and when it senses the out put waves of from a dark mark if anyone in your presence has been marked, a red X will appear above their heads. A second feature you may or may note be interested in is the translation lens, when placed upon foreign scripture, it will translate it to English, this you can access by scrolling through. Would you be interested in either of these Mr. Potter?" The man said, the girl had woken up and stared at him flirtatiously.

"Sir I think I'd like to purchase the lens with both features you've mentioned." Harry said, excitedly.

"Very good Mr. Potter but I must warn you, for 15 seconds your eye will burn fiercely while the lens fuses with your eye, it requires a professional to extract they lens and it is safe t sleep with it in. The total cost will be 1,500 galleons, I dare say you'll be alright with they payment?" The man said raising an eyebrow. Harry nodded and his purse suddenly filled with 1,500 galleons, he poured it out on the table so his pants would not rip, causing the girl to faint once again seeing him in his shorts.

"Well then, in the great words of a famous muggle musician, 'There's nothing to it but to do it'." The man said eyeing the river of galleons sprawled before him.

"When both lenses are in, blink every three seconds hard so to scroll through the features, are you ready?" Harry gulped and nodded. The man wasn't kidding, only he was incorrect, the lenses first made his eyes extremely cold, painfully cold, then, within the blink of an eye, no pun intended, his eyes were on fire, then, it was done. Harry threw away his glasses as he exited the store, feeling much more confident. Harry placed the ski cap on, while throwing the sunglasses with his original glasses.

"Eye color change: blue" he smiled, even though his eyes stung a bit, this would surely help him at least avoid people who recognized his eyes. He made his way back to Ollivander's, hoping maybe his eyes would help disguise him a bit.

"Ah Mr. Potter, going for a new look are we?" the man laughed eerily.

"No matter, I think you will be quite content with these holsters and your new and improved, immensely powerful dagger. I must warn you Harry, this could earn you much trouble from the ministry, so I took the holster one step further, made a holster for you that would be on your chest, I know you wanted it to be on your forearm but that would have been difficult for the next part." He said his eyes searching the room for any other people. Harry cocked his head in confusion, but he found his answer.

"The only people that will have the ability to see or feel the dagger there are people you want to know, also, I've attached one of my own creations I've made using some of the ingredients you supplied me with. First, I took an unusually thick dragon hide vest, good for deflecting or absorbing many spells. Then, buried several crystallized phoenix tears with in the hide, mind you it was quite difficult mind you, this will help heal you if you are hurt. Finally, I glazed the dragon hide with the powdered fangs, this will protect you from poisons, and about 15 more common spells then it previously would have. It is best if you wear it directly on the skin. After an hours worth of wearing it, it will fit your body perfectly.

"Out of curiosity, you wouldn't happen to have anymore of what you brought up previously, because I well, I used most on the vest." The man asked embarrassed.

"Of course Mr. Ollivander, by the way, how much would a vest like this have cost?" Harry asked, curiosity getting the best of him.

"Including the charm I placed on it with the sheath, it would be over 10,000 galleons, those ingredients are extremely, rare. I don't know how you have them; but you should keep it quiet you possess them, if you have these ingredients, surely you would have others that could do many harms to many people." With that advice, Harry nodded and retreated to his trunk again only to find the ingredients he'd brought up were fully replaced, Harry brought up other ingredients he thought Mr. Ollivander might find useful for Harry was extremely grateful for his vest. One of these included a griffins feather. When Harry handed more ingredients to the old wand maker, the man smiled grandly.

"Mr. Potter, by chance do you know that on your families crest there is a griffin?" Harry shook his head, causing the man to grin wider.

"I have found that if you add a part of the animal of a families crest it will make a tremendous difference. The only problem is in the past 50 years of search, you are the only one who has anything of a griffin. Would you mind if I added one more to the dagger?"

"Wouldn't to much amount of magical ingredients cause it to burst sir?" Harry asked confused.

"That will happen in a wand, a magical creation of wood, this dagger is a very magical steel, I can guarantee you, you could put half of the ingredients I use in here and it would not harm it. I believe this will be all that's needed" he said, lifting the feather and splicing it with the dagger.

"Mr. Potter, please give it a wave." He instructed. As Harry lifted the dagger, gold and red sparks jumped form the blade, as harry waved the dagger, great flames shot out and, to Harry's horror he set an entire shelf a flame.

"It's all right Harry, those are all empty" he said attempting to extinguish the flames, unsuccessfully at that, but after 3 or four good minutes of wrestling with the flames, he managed to put them out.

"Mr. Potter! I almost forgot, I had made certain alterations to the dragon hide leggings, this should block all jelly leg curses and with both of the pieces on, the full body bind or leg lock hex shouldn't work." Harry nodded in appreciation and stepped out when he noticed a new shop across the street 'Canvas Body' Harry was in intrigued so he stepped in to have a closer look so to say, with his new eye, he needn't step any further but he was interested. Then Harry got an idea.

"Anything I can help you with child." an old woman asked sounding much like Professor Trelawney, and when he turned around it was! His insane divination teacher from the previous year.

"Would you like a custom work of art or a soul gaurdian?" the old bat asked.

"I was wondering if I could get a picture of a griffin breathing flames" he explained showing her the ring. She nodded.

"Normally I would need consent of your guardian Mr. Potter, but you father would have let you, he did the same when he was around your age." She said acting as if it was no big deal.

"How'd you recognize me ma'am?" he asked curiously, thinking he had definitely misjudged her.

"Mr. Potter, I know you are skeptic of me and my families beliefs but people all give off a different, I believe you would call it a vibe, yours is unique." She stated going through files and finding what she sought.

"Here is a picture of your fathers." She said holding out a picture calmly, his was across his shoulders, Harry decided he would as well.

"Every man in your family for the past 500 years has worn this crest upon their flesh, and if I'm not mistaken your mother did as well. You will not be the last Potter, Harry, I'm not prophesizing, this is from knowledge. My family has ran this business for over 200 years, and we keep the records, and we have records going before, this is how I know." Harry had never seen her so serious and not predicting anything such as his death.

"Are you ready?" she asked, canceling the eerie silence. Harry nodded, proud to carry on his family legacy.

"Would you like the animal to move or stay in its place?" she asked with a special wand in hand.

"Can I have the lion stay in its place but keep the flames flickering, also can I have the word 'Potter' under the griffin?" Harry asked and was answered with a nod.

"Your parents would be proud Harry, I met them days after their marriage when your mum wanted to get the crest. We stayed in touch over that year. She would like to see your family pride, but she would kill you for doing it this young." She laughed thinking about happier times. Harry didn't ask what they talked about because already there was a lump in his throat. After she stopped talking she told him not to move, and then there was another reason for the lump, this really hurt! After half an hour she said now it was time for the color. Harry could have cried, 'it's almost over, your fine', oh did he jinx himself, as the muggles would say, the next 15 minutes were almost intolerable, Harry didn't yell or anything, he almost laughed at the pain.

"All done, would you like to see?" she asked, what ever hint of her seer attitude there was before had disappeared. When he saw the work she had done, he was impressed, the wings of the griffin were marvelous, the body and flames were had the most color of tattoo he'd seen.

"Would you like to try the soul art, Harry? It is not painful at all don't worry." She smiled.

"If your wondering how I knew you were in pain despite your smile, you left your grip marks in the wood" she laughed, as did he Harry. He was discovering to like this teacher more and more and more.

"How does the potion work professor?" He asked and only received a laugh.

"Harry, I'm not Sibyl, I'm her twin Cheyenne, although I believe my sister and I share a bit of the gift of sight from our grandmother, I don't act on it nearly as Sibyl." She explained. Harry was very confused.

"Well, I don't want to be rude but, how do you know me?" Harry asked.

"Your parents Harry, they brought you a month after you were born, a persons vibe will not change, their vibe is based on destiny, not past occurrences. Anyway, the potion will take 15 minutes to take effect, and after that it will be about 15 more for the picture to come out clearly. The design will always mean something to one who bares it, some have said it has guarded them or aided them. Would you like to do it Harry?" She asked tenderly. Harry nodded, he felt like being quiet today.

"Okay then here we are." She said producing a potion from her cabinet. It was a red potion with green steam rising from it.

"It may not taste as bad as skele-grow, but it will not taste pleasant, you may wash it down with a butter bear if you like. Or even a fire-whiskey to numb the pain on your shoulders." A soon as she mentioned it, it felt like some one poured petroleum on his back and set it aflame. He decided he would try fire-whiskey and when she poured him a glass he was sure she muttered "oh would your mother kill me for this!" Harry laughed, it felt good to hear how his mother cared about him from other people. Harry downed the potion in a quick gulp, by itself was too bad, the aftertaste was terrible, so he grabbed the bottle of fire whiskey to wash out the taste. It was very bitter, he liked the taste but did it burn going down. His second gulp there was a lot less burn, by the third and final sip, there was no burn.

"For the next 15 minutes they talked about his parents, after it had been 15 minutes, there was a tickling sensation on his arm and he looked and marks started forming in the middle of his right upper arm. 'Good a place as any' he reasoned and they continued to talk. Harry promised himself not to look down until it was finished, and he stayed true to his promise. For the next leg of the adventure he was taking in the canvas body, they talked about Fudge and the chances of him staying minister, they both agreed it didn't look too good, then they both laughed about his imbecile moves during his reign, finally, Cheyenne said it was done. Harry looked down too find a lion devouring a silver and green serpent and below, in ornate letters it read: Gryffindor.

"This is truly a day that Sirius and James will be laughing about. Harry, have u ever seen this before?" He shook his head, he knew it had to be something about Sirius from her mention of he and his dad.

"Harry, 18 years ago this month, Sirius and your dad came in here, your dad got the crest, and Sirius go the lion and snake, he said it represented his family and himself, he being the lion because he was the one Gryffindor in a family of many Slytherins. Harry, this is a clear message, I believe Sirius will guard you even though his life has burnt out. The only reason I know this is from Sirius is because only 2 other people had this, and you know neither, for something like this to happen, you had to have known the person. Sirius would be quite pleased to hear his assignment." Harry felt the lump return, but he felt proud as well. This was a good day for Harry Potter, yet is isn't done yet. He bid the woman farewell. Next on his list was to go to Flourish and Blotts. Hermione would be oh so proud. He bought 13 books on defense against dark arts not including his text book. He bought 7 on transfiguration, 4 books on potions, a lenthy book on legilimency, and then 9 on charms. Out of interest Harry bought 3 books on animagi. Harry decided that his trunk would be useful with the anti-magic tracer. Harry stumbled on to something he thougt was quite interesting, 4 books of ancient spells, the books themselves were ancient though had a preservation of time charm cast on them so not to decay. Harry walked up to the front desk and asked about the books.

"How much for the books?" he asked pointing to the bookcase.

"Kid, those books are worth more then you got, get outta here" the rude man said from behind.

"How much?" Harry persisted getting angrier.

"Fine, I wanna see your face fall. For the set, 87,000 galleons. Run along home kid." He sneered,

"Would you like it in straight cash or vault transferal? If you need the vault transferal, my vault is the Potter trust account, I believe you know the spelling." Harry said smugly pulling off his cap.

"Shiite!" he breathed.

"Excuse me sir, I had no idea-, I would never-, my dear apologies I-, I believe the bank transferal would be best Mr. Potter." The man dropped his smart-ass tone as soon as Harry revealed himself. After filling out a few forms and putting the books he had purchased in his trunk.

Now he wanted to go visit his investment.

"Eye focus:250%" he was interested in testing the magnification. He was not disappointed. Above the door there was a sign, 'Grand Opening Today!' Through the window he recognized 8 of the 9 Weasley's, Percy, amazingly enough was not there. When his eyes focused normal again he changed his eye color to blue, and put the ski cap back on and smiled to himself. 'Harry James Sirius Evans Potter was born that day. It would be a bad day in history for Voldemort. A bad day indeed ' Harry thought and entered the shop full of red-heads and an abundance of others. Harry smiled to himself. One bad day.