Harry Potter and Dumbledore's Mistake

a/n i'm not sure if the chapters will be much longer...i have trouble coming up with ideas for certain chapters, but htis one is longer than the last two.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, but the plot and any characters you don't recognize.

Chapter 3: Gringotts and the Potter Family Vault

Harry walked a few streets down to the grocery store to throw off his guard and out on the invisibility cloak. He waved down the Night Bus and headed to Diagon Alley. The bus stopped at the Leaky Cauldron to let him off and Harry walked in. He walked up to the back and opened the entrance to Diagon Alley.

'Okay, if I'm going to really start training, I'm going to need a lot of stuff,' he thought.

Harry walked up to the big white bank and walked in.

He walked up to the goblin at the counter and requested to speak with a manager privately. The goblin escorted him into a room where he was told to wait. A few minutes later, a man of around forty entered.

"Harry Potter," he said. "My name is Richard Stevens. I am the head of this bank. How can I help you?"

"Well," Harry said. "I was wondering if I could get something that could tell me how much money I have. I will also be making a lot of purchases today and wondered if there would be a way to link them directly to my account. Also, are there any restrictions on me?"

"Well, Albus Dumbledore has an eye on your checking account to make sure you don't spend too much at once, but we can take him out of the loop. You just need to find a goblin willing to take care of the account. You also have a Potter Family Vault with heirlooms and about 100,000,000 galleons in it. You are one of the richest families in the wizarding world. You can access the vault, but you can't take any of the money out until you turn seventeen and become of age in the wizarding world. You can take anything else however. For your last request, we have a wallet that can be linked to your account. All you have to do is verify your key to it by placing it in the wallet, and it will stay there until you want to take it out, and think about the amount of money you would like and it will appear in the wallet. It works for muggle and wizarding money. We can also get you a fake driver's license as you are almost sixteen and could legally drive in the muggle world."

"That would be great," Harry replied. "I think I'll take all of it. Does the wallet and license cost anything?"

"The wallet is ten galleons and the license is five galleons t get all the paper work," Richard told him. "Who would you like to manage your account?"

"Actually," Harry answered, "I was wondering if I could have Griphook do it. Can I take a trip down to my family vault and regular vault?"

"Certainly, I'll get right to it. Griphook!"

Griphook entered and accepted Harry's request for the vaults. He took Harry down to his vault to get some money out and then down to his family vault. The vault was one of the oldest in the bank. It had the Potter family crest, a phoenix with a wand and a sword crossed across the middle, on the middle of the vault door. To the right side of the door was a golden griffin and to the left there was a brilliantly white stag, a big black dog like the grim, and a werewolf with a black and silver coat. There was also a white phoenix with red and gold wings above the door. The Potter crest was blue with the wand and sword silver and the phoenix in the crest white.

"How do I get in?" Harry asked.

"Just put your hand in the middle of the crest and state your full name. You might feel a prick, but it is nothing, just a test of your blood to make sure you are who you say you are and that you are of Potter blood," Griphook answered. "I can not come in because of the protections placed upon the vault. If any were to try to enter who were not of Potter blood, they would suffer an extremely painful death. I'll be waiting out here for you when you're done."

Harry went up to the door and placed his hand on the crest. After stating his full name, he felt the prick and waited a few seconds. Suddenly the door rumbled and slid away from the entrance.

Behind the door was the biggest vault Harry had ever seen. There were heaps of galleons, sickles, and knuts scattered around the room. Harry walked in and stood in awe. Hanging on the walls were paintings of his ancestors and all sorts of weapons. In the center of the vault there was a pedestal with an object and a piece of parchment. Upon closer inspection, Harry saw that it was a ring with an envelope underneath addressed to him. He sank to the floor as he started to read.

Dear Harry.

If you are reading this then I am sorry to say your mother and I have died. I would hope for that not to be true, but these are dark times and anything could happen. Anyway, back to what I was going to say. If you get this hopefully on your eleventh birthday with Padfoot as I have requested to Dumbledore, then you will probably already know that you are the last heir of Godric Gryffindor and the Potter family. This ring signifies your status and can help you to take in what you read and process it much better and faster. You still need the practical experience however. I know in my heart that the prophecy refers to you and that you are the only one who can defeat that idiot who calls himself a dark lord. If you would like to know about anything in this vault, just take the parchment underneath this and your mother's letter and place it upon the item. It should give a description of the item and who it belonged to. Say hi to Sirius and Remus for me. I have to go now. Your mother wants to write a little bit too. I love you.

-Dad

a.k.a. Prongs

Harry,

I love you and I miss you. I hope you never have to read this. I think your father explained just about everything to you. The only thing I can think to say is that please give Dumbledore a piece of our minds; especially if that manipulative old coot put you in the care of my sister. You don't deserve that treatment. I have to go. I think you just turned James' hair blue from the laughing and shouting that I'm hearing.

Love,

Mom

While Harry was reading the letter, his eyes had started to water. By the end, he was openly sobbing. He let out all his grief and sorrow for the loss of his parents, Cedric, and Sirius. He let it all out and felt the burden lift when he was finished. He felt much better.

He dried his eyes and got up from the floor. He grabbed the other parchment and put on the ring. He felt its power start working right away. He started to look at the weapons. The first thing he put the parchment to was a dagger with a six inch blade. The dagger was silver with a green and silver serpent wrapped around the hilt of the sword.

The Daggers of Sion

These daggers were first in the Sion family, but passed on to the Potters when the line died out. They can cut anybody who touches it, except for the owner. They are charmed to always stay sharp and never rust.

These daggers were originally made and belonged to Lord Sion, an extremely gifted swordsman.

'Wow,' Harry thought. 'This is just what I need. I wonder if there are any holsters for me to put them in. Now, where is the other one?'

He found the twin dagger by a sword that looked similar to the daggers, but with a two foot blade.

The Sword of Sion

Also made by Lord Sion, this sword has been known to command the elements. This sword is also charmed to always stay sharp and never rust. The wielder of this sword must be very powerful and careful. The elements are each a dangerous weapon of their own if not controlled.

Lord Sion is the only known wielder of this sword.

'This is amazing,' thought Harry. 'If only I had enough power. I need to get more powerful. Then I can come back and get this sword. This is exactly what I need.'

Harry walked around the vault looking at many other things and taking some too. He found a set of battle robes with the Potter crest on the left breast. They were blue with silver cuffs and a white hood and neckline. He also found many books and his dad's school journal. One of the books he found was on animagus. He put everything he wanted aside and walked out of the vault. He'd decided he'd come back later when he could put everything into something.

Outside Griphook was waiting. He jumped up when Harry came out and helped him into the cart.

"Where to next, Mr. Potter?" He asked.

"That's all for now," Harry responded. "I'll be back later to pick up my things later."

When they got to the entrance, Harry stepped out, put on his cap, and left Gringotts. Diagon Alley looked very inviting in the dazzling sun.