Summary: Harry discovers his heritage and troubles ensue

Disclaimer: Whatever you do not recognize is mine

A young man with jet black hair is sitting on his bed pondering the events of his summer holidays so far. He had yet to contact or be contacted by anybody. 'Must be another one of Dumbledore's manipulations. If it wasn't for him Sirius would still be here,' the boy thought to himself. This boy was no ordinary boy; he was a wizard and a powerful one at that. Or at least he was going to be a powerful one. His name was Harry Potter, known by all of wizard kind as the boy-who-lived.

He jumped up and walked over to the loose floorboard where he kept all his school supplies. Harry yanked out a fresh square of parchment and an unused quill. He went over to his desk to contemplate what he was going to write to Dumbledore. Harry thought of many ways to start the letter, all starting with a particular four letter word starting with 'f' and ending in 'uck'. The boy was about to start writing down his thoughts when a faint tapping was heard from his sole window.

Harry wrenched open the window to allow a brown spotted barn owl to fly through. He relieved the owl of its burden and it flew straight back out the still open window, obviously not waiting for a reply. The wax seal on the envelope was unfamiliar to Harry. There was a small red goblin like creature surrounded by glowing green chains. Harry gazed at it with a puzzled expression on his face but almost immediately decided to open it.

Dear Mr. Harry James Potter,

Please accept our deep condolences for the loss of your grandfather, Sirius Orion Black. As you may or may not know, in the wizarding world inheritances are passed down through the last surviving male of the family. In this rare case, Sirius Orion Black made a will, or last testament, that made it clear that the former rule was not to be followed. His exact words were, "My family shall not be run by that Deatheater's offspring. I Sirius Orion Black proclaim that if I die, the black family and all its properties shall be passed down to Harry James Potter, my godson." This hereby makes it official that you are the sole heir to the Black family. In order to accept this, you must appear at the Gringott's Branch of Great Britain in Diagon Alley before July 17th or your inheritance is made void and it will be passed down to Draco Mertodvol Malfoy. We trust that we'll see you soon.

Reovnil

Senior Executive President of Gringott's Magical Bank

'Wow' thought Harry to himself. 'I wonder what Ron will think, he'll probably get jealous and get into a fight with Hermione,' Harry mused to himself.

"So Hedwig we have one week to find a way out of this hell hole then its home free. To where though is another question," Harry said to his loyal snow owl. She hooted to the affirmative right back at him.

Another owl flew through Harry's window at that moment earning an indignant hoot from Hedwig. It dropped the letter and zipped out the window just as the first bird. This time Harry recognized the seal and anger boiled up inside of him, the boy's eyes were glowing a dark green, as if being enhanced by his anger. The seal was that of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but it wasn't the school that fueled Harry's fury, it was the person who wrote it, Albus Dumbledore.

A/N I'm gonna start a new sort of game in my stories, whoever finds the most anagrams in each chapter will have the next chapter dedicated to them and I will read and review at least one of your stories. Just so you all know, an anagram is a word that if you mix around the letters it spells another word. I will not accept any anagrams that can be found on even though that is a great website.