Yo! Apologies for the wait. Also, I'd like to point out, I know Naruto didn't exist yet, but I don't care. I don't think Tickle-Me Elmo did either. So yeah, ignore that certain things wouldn't have been invented yet if I bring it up, yeah?

Harry was walking through Diagon Alley, a little irritated by the number of people stalking him. Was Snape the only Order member who knew the definition of the word 'stealth'?

...Actually, he probably was.

Giving his head a little shake, Harry continued on to Gringotts, needing to refill his coin pouch before buying what he needed. He was honestly a little surprised by the amount of arguing and cajoling he'd had to do to even be allowed to go to the bank. Why were they so desperate to keep him away?

Well, now that they'd gotten him curious...


"...Oh. Well, no wonder they didn't want me finding all this out." Harry was seated in one of the many offices in Gringotts with the head Goblin Ragnar, and had just learned some very interesting things. He was happy with what he'd discovered, and at the same time, furious.

He was furious that his birthright had been kept from him. Furious that his parents' wills had all but gone ignored. And they dared think he would silently do as asked and blindly follow them?

But that still left questions he had no answer to, the most important of which was 'why'? Why do all that? Why keep from him what was his right to know? Why ignore the final desires of the two who had literally given their lives for their cause? And why, oh why had no one yet broached the subject of their Saviour writing to and receiving letters from the Dark Lord?

Harry left Gringotts in a huff, a scowl on his face and the footsteps of his rapidly approaching stalkers loud in his ears as they closed in on him. Since they hadn't been allowed inside with him, he knew they had a lot of questions. Harry had no doubt they were worried about what he might now know.

Well, he had no desire to reveal any of that. Not yet, at least.

He was pulled out of his thoughts abruptly when someone suddenly grabbed him by the arm. Brow furrowing in frustration, he whipped around, intending on snapping at whichever stalker dared to grab hold of him like that, only to have the words die on his lips. He had come face to face, or rather, face to chest, with a rather tall man with chestnut-coloured hair and eyes.

Harry stared, blinked, then opened his mouth to speak, only to have his jaw snap shut when the man leaned down, his lips brushing Harry's ear. "Kufufu..." the man laughed softly. And with that, he straightened up, released him, and vanished into the crowd.

"...Eh?" Harry just stood there, blinking rapidly even as the stalkers surrounded him, making sure he was okay while simultaneously peering around for the mysterious man, and firing off questions at him.

Harry didn't answer them though, still staring at the spot where the man had vanished. "What? What? What the fuck was that?"

Had Voldemort really disguised himself and come all the way to Diagon Alley, just to laugh evilly in Harry's ear for two seconds? ...Why? There was a pause, before, suddenly-

"...I can see!"

That's it for now. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!