Harry Potter: Return of the Death Walker

by WhiteDevilMGN

After a thousand Years of death and isolation Harry Potter will perform a ritual on his search of peace and slumber only to return back to when it all began. With knowledge and experience no ten year old should possess and his memories in a jumble Harry must ready himself and the world for the War that is to come. Further plot to be detailed inside. Lemon Multi:Harry

3. Chapter 3 :: Return to the Wizarding

I would like to reiterate that this is a story not intended for children. This is for mature adults, although I have never met anyone that can be considered mature yet in my life. Prudish or Victorian maybe but not mature. If I could I'd give this story an MA rating for those folks but nope I have to sit here reiterating that this is a story for Mature adults. If you are a teenager in the prime of your reckless youth know that I condone your actions of reading my work with a thumbs up as i do so. I do not support you actions, but that doesn't mean I can't approve of you actions that I can't stop. Again let me be as explicit as possible. Shit will get real in later parts, limbs will fly, bodies will clip, and curtains will be opened along with me uploading the wrong documents apparently. This warning will be added to the first chapter later when I get around to it but I won't be held responsible for your supposed innocence because you played the I didn't know card. First thats a lie, this is the internet and everyone knows what that's all about. Rule 34 people. Don't ruin this for other readers. Some people may like my story, they might hate it but want to see what's next. If you don't like it, go away. If you want to flag or troll, go away, the flags not the trolls, trolls are fun to watch. If you spot an error or typo, PLEASE tell me, checking my work is not a skill set that I'm particularly good at nor is it my cup of tea, or Dr. Thunder as the empty bottle inclines. If something has you confused tell me so I can reflect on it and avoid my writings from leaving explicit plot confusing.

No promise that i'll correct it immediately either. I got like another 250 pages left to go over and edit for your reading pleasure. And yes this is a long chapter, sorry not sorry.

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Book I :: Chapter 3 :: Return to the Wizarding

He had succeeded or at least Harry had succeeded. Harry recalled everything – well, mostly everything. The strange feeling that had made up eleven years of his life was now gone. The hole that left him empty and confused for so many years was now gone.

Just like he had suspected, all of his experience, knowledge, and memories of which he possessed that made up the latter years of his life now filled that void that had long since resided within him. Harry felt himself filled up with hope at the notion that he could now become a wizard. A true wizard as he now knew what the letters sent to him were and where they hailed from. This had to be the best birthday present he had ever given to himself – ever.

It was an odd feeling though, like he had been in a deep haze on autopilot. Like he was split in two for eleven long years and was finally whole again. It was like waking from a dream not know if you had been asleep or awake the entire time, just moving on with life as usual. If any good came from those eleven years in which he had forgotten himself, it was that all those years allowed for his desire to life to be cultivated into a strong drive he had lost. The seed planted was now strong and growing ever-still.

"Ah Mister Potter, you're awake I see."

Harry head twitched towards the voice of an elderly woman who made her way towards him. When their eyes met Harry felt a surge of thoughts rush into him. His mind clashed and ached as a rampant torrent of thoughts assailed him. Remaining calm, Harry emptied his face of emotions and focused on gaining control over his magic finding the best he could do was cull it to a dull roar.

"Sluggish upon awakening, slight daze appearance upon first observation; to be expected. Appears to be suffering from headache and head injury, possible result of trauma from his magic running amok. Magic is calm and tranquil, that's good. He appears to be calm and comfortable, also good. No expression of panic, confusion, or fear, curious. Hasn't spoken a word nor made any response to healer presence. Could be quiet by nature or cautious, both possible. Result from abusive history; possible. Shell-shock also possible, should keep in consideration."

Her inner thoughts regarding his condition echoed in his head as he tried to reign in his mental magics. It took all but a second for Harry to realize that his mental magics were now a lot more powerful if he could hear their thoughts even with his mental barriers up.

The women pulled out her wand and waved it over Harry who made not to move in response. He felt comfortable around her, a little tense maybe but... okay. Certainly, it made it easier for him to not react on instinct to her drawing her wand.

He would even say he felt safe around her. A slight glow emanated from her wand several times as she waved it over his small stature. Harry not shifting his eyes from hers continued to listen in on her thoughts, curiosity overtaken his reasoning. He didn't want to pry or be intrusive but curiosity and a need to know why she felt familiar drove his actions.

"Confirmed, magic core is stable; Obscurus appears to have returned to a state of dormancy, should leave unprovoked for now. Appears to be heavily partitioned within magic core. Patient shows signs of trauma extending back years ago. Should be introduced to a mind healer to improve recovery. Numerous internal skeletal injuries noted as reported; bone mending drought treatment should be continued. Extremely malnourished; replenishing potions and balanced meals should be provided during treatment. Magic lock on his vocal cords still present, investigate cause later. When dealing with an Obscurial, speak warmly and gently so as to reinforce that they are safe. Avoid provoking emotional distress and emotional outbursts." she thought to herself unaware that Harry was listening too.

Harry recalled that bit of accidental magic when her thoughts went over his vocal cords. He had magically locked his vocal cords subconsciously when he was a kid. With that thought in his mind he agreed that in hindsight it was the best thing to do at the time though it likely left his cords underdeveloped. True, all the lock really did was prevent him for talking accidentally, but it did effectively make it easier to play the role of a mute. He could still talk, the magic just made it easier not too. A byproduct being a pair of woefully underused lungs.

"Mister Potter, I am Poppy Pomfrey, a healer. You can call me Madam Pomfrey. Do you remember who you are? Do you know where you are?" She asked warmly.

Harry nodded to the first but shook his head for the latter. The latter was technically a lie since Harry did have an idea as to where he was thanks to his newly acquired memories.

Even though it had been destroyed nearly a decade after the war began its historical importance was never lost to Harry. St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. It looked pretty nice he thought to himself when he compared it to the radioactive landslide, he knew well enough.

How he got there exactly he didn't know. The last thing he could recall before his dream was himself trying to hold back his magic while Vernon beat him into the ground.

Vernon!

Harry's thoughts sparked a boiling fire in recollection and his magic flared violently as hate filled him. Years with the man flooded back to the forefront of Harry's mind.

Madam Pomfrey yelped in a surprised panic at the sudden burst of magic from Harry. Clearly worried that the Obscurus would awakening or appear she began trying to calm him down. The words of caution and attempts to calm him where lost to Harry, not to mention needless.

Harry quickly awoke to the same realization and calming himself down Harry reigned in his magic before looking at the Healer with an apologetic look.

Surprised at how quickly the boy regained control Madam Pomfrey continued to work her magic while making no word of reprimanding or praise as she was unsure what triggered Harry's response. Once she was done, she handed him a series of potions, all of which tasted horrible. As Poppy was about to leave Harry spotted a large mountainous man with a massive black beard standing just down the hall.

In front of the towering man were two others who appeared to be in a heated argument. It was slightly comical seeing the teary-eyed man so uncertain as to how to stop the twos argument. A rather severe looking women who was draped in deep emerald green robes was yelling at an older man in rather flamboyant and vibrant dress robes. The man had piercing sapphire lit blue eyes that stared at his opposition with a twinkling glow behind half-moon spectacles. The looked seemed empty, the kind of look some gave another that they were ignoring but hiding as they waited for their opposition to exhaust themselves.

Instantly Harry recognized them. Even though his recollection of them was broken and sparse he remembered enough to know who they were. God bless those old wizarding photos and chocolate cards. Rubeus Hagrid, Minerva Mcgonagall, and Albus Dumbledore. Harry felt like he was about to cry at the sight of the first two but Albus neutered that emotion posthaste. The first two had left him with a feeling of remorse, joy, sadness, and feelings of love and acceptance that no one had ever been able to instill in him before since the ritual. Albus however was a scorching burn mark – a scar – within his memories; A plague upon them.

With memories from his post life vibrant and vivid in his mind Harry could recall what Albus had done to him and what he had done to the world, as well as what he would become in the future.

The Bright Lord. The savor of magic kind as he ran it into the mud. A Dark Lord who was viewed as a Hero rather than a villain, all ignorant of the fact his reign led to a continuous hell.

The Wizard who brought about the end of the world and who single handedly brought the wizarding race to the brink of extinction. He was the worst and possible most evil Wizard in the history of the world, putting to shame all Dark Lords that came before him. Even Riddle was paltry in comparison to what the wise fool had become. Riddle, a killed a few hundred. Dumbledore, he led all of magic to ruin. This definition also didn't take into consideration the atrocities that his actions had sparked others to do and had done after the war. The world of ash, soot, and decay, that hell Harry lived immortally within, was crafted single handedly by this man's leadership.

In hindsight it was a funny feeling really; Knowing the fates or fate of people he himself only knew from old records and blood torn battlefields. In the end however that was all it was, information, knowledge. The ritual did not overwrite who Harry was, or maybe it did, honestly, he himself didn't know. Harry was Harry and asking which Harry he was like asking if the person he was five minutes ago was also Harry. Time itself was fickle and the ritual wasn't a form of time travel, not exactly. Harry Potter – the man who became known as the Walking Death – was not gone, just irrelevant. What mattered was who he would become and becoming the best wizard he could be was now a far more possible feat in comparison to before he had awakened.

Shouting from afar drew his attention back to the trio of old, older, and big. Looking up from his revelations Harry watched the elderly trio with mild entertainment while swallowing down the vile that was Dumbledore. That's right, just as he was not the Dark Lord synonymous with death, neither was this aged man the same Bright Lord that lead the world to hell. At least for now he wasn't, Harry hoped.

"An Obscurial Albus! He's an Obscurial. Merlin! How could you... I told you! I warned you! I did nothing and I should have. They were the worst sort of muggles imaginable, I knew, and I told you, warned you! You can't hide this. The whole world will know. This is negligence of the worse kind Albus! And to the son of those two of all people..." Mcgonagall wailed horribly at the flamboyantly dressed Dumbledore. Even Harry could tell she was trying her best to contain herself from causing a public scene, failing miserably in the process all the same.

"Now Professor –" Albus started to interject.

Harry snickered. Judging from his face which now that he got a better look he could see more clearly, Harry guessed the man was still struggling with the fact he was now an Obscurial and worse that he could possibly be responsible for letting it happen.

In truth Albus was desperately trying to quell the situation while figuring out how to salvage his plans for the boy while hiding the controversial fact that could very likely be traced back to his meddling. It would do the boy no good if everyone knew, and certainly would do him no good. In fact, several individuals present would not come out pretty from the political shit-storm this situation would wrought.

Little did Dumbledore know, the Death Walker had plans that would make his life worse and Harry had every intention to put them into motion the moment he reached Gringotts.

"NO ABLUS!" Mcgonagall interjected. Her outburst carried well and caused several heads to turn towards the argument. Regaining her usual temperament which felt oddly colder than usual she continued in an iron tone, "I listened. Believed you; Believed that what you were doing was the right thing. Believing it was best for Mr. Potter. I disagreed but listened anyway. I thought we were doing Lily and James proud. 'They're the only family he has' – those were your own words Albus."

A finger pointed angrily at Harry while her eyes stared daggers into Albus's blue, "Harry James Potter, Albus, the boy you left with those...those... things! Those monsters have clearly caused him to suffer and this was the result. Those injuries are not cause by what constitutes family Albus. The Healers have found evidence of abuse, physical abuse Albus, that dates back years, maybe even his entire life. That doesn't even take into account what possible psychological abuse he could have been subjected to, no what abuse he did suffer as his magic state clearly confirms."

Harry for the briefest of moments wondered about that. Looking down at his arms Harry found it odd that he had so few scars. The number of beatings which could easily be called torture in most cases left vertically no scars considering the number of them and their brutality. The injuries that were skin deep were always gone the morning after he received them, and the worst injuries heal but remained visible as slight and mild scaring that was barely visible. With clothing those scars might as well not have existed, especially with his baggy clothing.

He always thought it as some form of magic, which it was, but it did make him wonder what kind of magic could hide such scars. With his knowledge of magic back in full Harry found it odd that he still knew nothing of this odd situation were wounds that existed would heal completely within a day yet ache as if they never had. A side-effect of the ritual perhaps? Unlikely. Perhaps a side-effect of the curse. No, the curse worked by rewriting causality, rendering wounds, even death mute, as though they never happened. Rare magic perhaps, certainly a possibility, but what kind and when was he exposed to it. Maybe a form of stasis magic triggered by the ritual or something else perhaps?

Questions for later he supposed. If the healers found nothing immediately wrong, then it could be held on a back burner for now to simmer in his head. That was definitely something Harry was glad about for sure. He hated it when people fussed over him with overt worry. Concern and caring love, okay he'd feel very uncomfortable around but would appreciate. Professional inquiry was annoying but respectful when done by intelligants. Harry wondered if that was even a word. Overt worry and showers of fake affection, well at least he'd have a wand again soon to deal with that. Apperating as he was now was not only risky but would also be difficult to explain away.

Looking back up Harry watched as Professor Mcgonagall redirecting her finger towards Albus as she continued her rant. "Family does not subject their own to such horrors Albus and I am ashamed that I bare partial responsibility for it. I let you take him. And that mistake is something I can never undo."

Harry missed the words Albus used in his defense. Professor Mcgonagall was there when he was left with the Dursely's. So outrage was she and so powerful was Harry's legilimency that Harry could visibly see the memory that sparked her outrage and feel the fury of emotions behind her.

While mere words could never undo the feeling of betrayal he would have felt at the person's responsible for his suffering, her feelings conveyed another story and trumped any self-righteousness he'd have felt. Harry's legilimency being far more powerful could communicate her every emotion with crystal clarity, every ounce of remorse to him, and like a sponge Harry bathed in the warm feeling those thoughts gave him. It had been the closest thing to motherly love he could ever recall feeling. Best of all those feelings were real. There was something to be said to that if after five hundred years of recalled memories she was the first, including the ten he just lived.

Looking back at the trio, Harry was surprised to see Mcgonagall being held back by Hagrid who was gentle holding her in place by the shoulders, trying to calm her down having picked her as the most likely to go wands in, with the argument. The healer that had been tending to him – who he now recalled vaguely as the healer of Hogwarts – had now taken the agitated Mcgonagall's place in lecturing all present. Reading he surface emotions Harry smiled in amusement as he felt her irritation over the disturbance the trio presented in the ward while also feeling conflicted as she so desperately desired to eat into Albus along with her fellow witch.

"Enough you three." She started, turning to stare sternly at Albus. "There is a reason Wizarding Law promotes Azkaban imprisonment in response to child abuse and endangerment. One doesn't just become an Obscurial by repressing their magic. This is a fact we know well Albus. There must be fear, a reason for hating one's own magic. This situation isn't simply mentally born or imagined. The boy has injuries, Albus. Scars, bruises and evidence of physical torment internally. He may look fine on the outside but internally the wounds run deep. Those did not come from a wand. They came from muggle means. The whole world will learn what his 'family' did to him Albus and not even you can stop the wizarding world from reacting to this. The prophet was already here this morning. By chance, if this story isn't out already at this very moment then you Albus have been blessed by the fates themselves."

"The boy is a hero to them, to the whole wizarding world. They won't sit idly by once this gets out and it will get out Albus Dumbledore. This wasn't just some lost nameless wizard who became an Obscurial, this is Harry James Potter, The-boy-who-lived. This is the child who put an end to the terror of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. If you understand this than I suggest you leave now. The outcry from this will leave even you burdened for some time, assuming you still have your wand arm attached after the public finds you. Now if any of you wish to see the boy you will have to wait for a later time, he needs rest and judging from the short outburst of magic when he saw you," – giving a sharp glare at Dumbledore – "your presence will become a detriment to his recovery so I must restrict you from visiting my patient."

The elderly Healer's tone was informative but also final. It wasn't a debate and as a Healer her word was law. Albus gave a short glance towards Harry who made the attempt to look like he was trying to relax and fall asleep.

He didn't open his eyes until he heard the old man's robes rustle into the distant hallway. That was odd Harry thought to himself. The Dumbledore he knew, both old and older, struggled with letting others have their way. He was a man who needed a piece of everyone's pie to eat and the secrecy of them not seeing him eat it. Then again, his leaving might very well have been with the intention of securing the latter aspect of his personality. For now, he'd be careful just in case this aged wizard was what he suspected him to be.

Reopening his eyes, he could see Hagrid fidgeting uncomfortably as Minerva and Poppy whispered something in heated debate. When the two came to some form of an accord Minerva came over and sat herself in a chair next to his bed.

Harry had to wonder what Mcgonagall had said that convinced her to let her approach after she clearly said no one was to see him till later.

"Mr. Potter? I am Professor Minerva Mcgonagall one of the teachers who will be teaching you at Hogwarts." She explained sounding somewhat distant and indifferent. Harry felt himself want to grin at how out-of-place the notion of her trying to maintain a teacher and student relationship with him at this point. Especially after he had witnessed and felt the strong emotions, she had just unleashed upon Albus himself in regard to his health. It was also amusing she said will be as if it was naturally assumed, he'd be going to Hogwarts. While this did egg him a little in her defense, she wasn't wrong.

With a hoarse voice Harry replied, "Just Harry professor, and I'm sorry, but what's Hogwarts?"

He knew obviously what Hogwarts was, hell he had lived most of his life in that homely, devastated, torn down, and magically portent castle. But he figured it best to play along the notion he knew little about their world if anything at all about it for the time being. Technically he didn't and his memories didn't recall that far back into his youth. The only world of magic he truly knew was the world of death and decay.

Mcgonagall's eyes looked on in mildly hidden shock and those present where equally but more openly surprised that he could talk. Sharing a glance, they returned their attention with the same question on their minds.

"Okay Harry. Um... your muggle records and the Healers here determined that you couldn't talk because of some magic cast on you. How..."

Harry shook his head, "I can talk, I just choose not to. If I didn't talk then I was less likely to get into trouble and more likely to have shorter punishments if any. So, what's Hogwarts again?"

"Have you not read your letter?" Minerva asked pushing aside the urge to fish for details regarding his treatment. Harry shook his head.

"You wouldn't be referring to the ones that have been hounding my Aunt and Uncle for the last three to four days now? Those letters where all confiscated. I never got to read even one of them. They're also the reason we ended up in the middle of nowhere in an old shack. The most I got to see was the address and that they were for me."

"That be da reason why I was sent Professor," Hagrid pitched in interjecting his part into the conversation. "Dumbledore sent me to ah, give young Harry here his letter for Hogwarts."

"Um, sorry, but who are you?" Harry asked since technically he wasn't told who Hagrid was yet.

"Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. Call me Hagrid, everyone does." The Giant of a man replied, smiling broadly.

"Hogwarts, again, what is Hogwarts?" Harry asked a little more firmly in irritation then he intended.

The uncomfortable expressions on Pomfrey's and Mcgonagall's faces were now present on Hagrid's face too. Harry guessed the man finally caught on to his lack of informed knowledge regarding the school.

"Mr, sorry. Harry, did nobody tell you?" Mcgonagall slowly eased in not wishing to touch a subject that could very easily be delicate.

"You mean that I'm a wizard? No, but it wasn't hard to figure out that I was one. Between levitating my stuff and causing exhibit glass at a zoo to vanish accidentally it wasn't hard to figure out or at the least believe I was capable of magic. Though I could have just as easily been psychic but considering that anything related to magic was taboo within the Dursely's house it wasn't hard to figure out which category I was under." He explained. Looking at Pomfrey, "Plus considering you were using a wand like object on me earlier I'm pretty confident in my guess."

The three of them looked shocked at this. Hagrid being the one with the least self-control and lacking any form of filter asked, "Blimey Harry. Do you mean ter tell me, you know nothing abou' – about anything?" he asked, clearly uncomfortable with the topic but trying to convey it with good intentions.

Harry simply nodded, before he explained what little he did know. The only point he had to stop telling them his story of what he knew events to be as was when he explained that he was told his parents died in a car crash. Mcgonagall took exception to this a bit more vocally than Hagrid did – much to Harry's surprise and enjoyment.

"Of all the pig nosed, Merlin waving... ugh. I can't believe, the nerve. James and Lily? A car crash? James causing one is possible, but to have die by a car crash!? It's absurd, a cruel and outrageous... how dare they. It belittles everything they stood for. Their very lives... what they went through, what they were capable of!" Mcgonagall ranted. Harry just watch happily and reminded himself to ask about his parents later once they were done.

When she finally caught herself ranting, Mcgonagall regained her professionalism and instructed Hagrid to hand him his letter. While reading it, Harry felt warm inside as the first step to being himself was handed down to him. It only took eleven years, but this was the first step to him living, Hogwarts. Once he finished reading, Mcgonagall explained to him about the wizarding world and how he was a wizard who like many others was orphaned because of the civil war that ended a year after his birth. A war that ended with the death of the man most called You-Know-Who. As they talked, she explained how dark the times were, when people lived in constant fear of dark wizards. She did a decent job though she glanced over details such as the particulars of the political portion of the world and how magic itself greatly with the loss of many noteworthy family names during those times resulting in many children losing their families and wealth to the dark.

Looking at the time and realizing how late it was, Professor Mcgonagall informed him that she would return the next day to continue their discussion. Harry agreed it was getting pretty late and judging from the healer's angry glare directed into the air at no one in particular, was probably a good indication that now was a good time to postpone their conversation. With a final gesture, she presented to him a book call Introduction to the Wizarding World before leaving. It was a rather large book that she said would make the time in the hospital more bearable. Thanking her for the gift Harry watched as Hagrid joined her just as the sweet temptress of sleep overtook him abruptly. No doubt the potions he was put on earlier that day where responsible for that.

The following morning after a dreamless slumber Harry awoke slightly stiff. His bones ached and it felt like hundreds of little needles where prickling his bones underneath his skin. Picking up the book Mcgonagall left him carefully as to not strain any of his wounds, Harry began to read it until the morning sun greeted him through the charmed windows. Sure, it was a quick gloss over, but it was informative.

Most of the book's contents matched what he could recall from memory, which was still a lingering and confusing notion in his mind. Hell, anything this close to bonafide time magic would be very confusing concept for an eleven-year-old boy who possessed the understanding and knowledge of an old man pushing ten millennia in years.

Everything from the government, muggle wizard relationships, to even magic schools and magic use was included and talked about within the book. The book however was far to fairytale-ish for him to have not shot up red warning flagx. Far too much was missing for an informative piece used to educate young muggle families preparing to enter and join their world.

There was no mention of the corruption the world possessed. Nothing existed on the differences in treatment between noble and nameless families, both social and legal. Nothing on how humans and demi-humans could be bought and sold like animals and in some cases like toys, which honestly wasn't a surprise. Then again, no mention was made and in some parts were flat out lies regarding magical creatures. Seriously, there are no XXXXX creatures in England, that was a blatant lie. It wasn't like there was a giant Basilisk under a school or anything, nope nothing wrong there. And what about the entire population of witches and wizards? Humans are a lifeform, creatures, aka living beings who possessed magic. And what was more dangerous than a self-righteous human with a wand. Harry shook his head, he'd have to keep that in mind for a later date. Perhaps when he had a cup of coffee or tea.

There was definitely a lot missing from the Book which wasn't even restricted to the present.

Hell, historically there was nothing on how the alliances of light and dark divided the country between their respective groups leaving no middle ground for for debates. Not a hint to enligthen them that dark wizards united and aided Hitler during World War II which was honesty a quote Harry hated. Dark wizards? What the hell was a Dark wizard, most wizards wore black robes all the damn time. Foul intentioned, misguided, cruel and inhuman, those were good adjectives to use.

The worst thing in Harry's opinion was the fact that muggleborn parents could lose control over their child's rights if they sent them to join the wizarding world. In some cases, each depending on the situation the parents may unknowingly and essentially sign away the children off to a magical guardian the moment they agreed to send them to Hogwarts or any magical school for that matter. It was unsurprisingly not present but still, it pissed Harry off. He should have expected it. It's not surprising really since such a fact would be a deal breaker for all but individuals such as the Dursley's. Harry agreed that some things shouldn't be stated but it left a acidic taste in his mouth as he swallowed this truth.

The book was clearly made for muggleborn families in order to tame them and direct their discussion to join the magical community. Sure, Harry remembered almost nothing about the wizarding world when it was functional society however there were plenty of documents and records within old wizarding houses that he conquered that told a very corrupt picture of the world. True, they could be false but judging from what the book stated and how it matched up perfectly with those records Harry was far more trusting of the grim and realistic notes of his past, in comparison to this 'Everything is Magic' propaganda.

Harry racked his head over that very likely possibility.

There were a few things in particular about this that Harry could easily fall into a rage over. If the corruption was as real as he thought it was then something had to be done. Between the two war parties of light and dark, the lack of international trade between magic communities, the negligent presence of an emergency response protocol in the event of an S.O.S breach or collapse... Harry let out a heavy sigh as he stopped making his mental list.

He had his work cut out for him. He'd have to figure out how to prepare for these eventualities since many of them led to the worst war to ever happen in history and the death of millions as well as the collapse of wizarding society. If nothing was done it was very likely he'd end up suffering again.

Preparations and changes needed to be made and Harry knew he'd have to figure out how to trigger them sooner rather than later. Of course, there were other problems he'd have to tackle if he wanted to really make a difference.

While he did consider how taboo and tasteless some of those topics could be it was understandable that the book didn't include them but Harry knew something needed to be done. While Dark families might support them and the Light avoided talking of them, Harry didn't think that said tastelessness was an excuse for their lack of attention and inclusion, let alone lack of leaving a hint that such foulness existed in the world.

The most shocking example being the relationship between a young witch or wizard's magic development and sex. A topic that was a real eye opener for Harry himself that explained a lot. That was an embarrassing topic for sure but turned invaluable when he tried to aid pockets of magic in reviving the lost lineage.

Much like with everything regarding puberty, a witch and wizard's magic core would respond in a similar manner to one's hormones. This was usually in the form of their magic's spiking uncontrollably or flaring unsuspectingly as it seeks equilibrium within their bodies.

This as Harry understood it caused an overflow of magic within a witch or wizard and effected already temperamental emotions and hormonal activity.

If left unchecked or cared for would result in many symptoms ranging from developing a strange quirk or simply losing control of one's magic. Out of character actions, uncontrollable desires, and worse physical harm to the child or teens in question was very possible in rare cases of those potent in magic. In some cases, it would even arrest the development or minds of the witch and or wizard in question. Which explained a lot for a Harry who at the time remembered his childhood at Hogwarts before he lost said memories.

The worst outcome resulted in a mental breakdown of one's rational thought due to the heightened need and sensations the witch or wizard would experience. In short, the witch or wizard would lose sense of their inhibitions and rationality.

Upon learning this tidbit of information, Harry had come to understand why even though sex was frowned upon by the staff, none of them seemed to do anything about it. Not to mention why a total of 314 broom closets existed within Hogwarts. Then again only 105 where known to the school's inhabitants, at least to his knowledge.

It was a ridiculous but then again who would believe that puberty was the main reason as to why Hogwarts was created in the first place.

Harry snickered at this thought. In all likelihood no one knew this fact. It did however explain the hypocrisy of the wizarding societies he had met. Every one of them subjecting themselves to Victorian culture while betraying it behind closed doors. What it didn't explain was if everyone knew of it, then why was Victorian culture held to so violently.

Staring at the ceiling Harry put away the drool of questions and problems he'd have to face and instead daydreamed about what incredible adventures and friends he would make at Hogwarts. Magic was unpredictable but friendships sparked two people to immediately came to mind. Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger.

Of the people he could remember, it was only those two whom he could recall with almost perfect clarity. In comparison, the list of people to avoid was massive. Malfoy, Dumbledore, Ron and Molly Weasley, Fudge, Peter Pettagrew, Tom Riddle. The list was a problem child he'd like to tackle sooner rather than later. The problem was most of the names were fuzzy to his mind with no real reason or fact to base around. With the exception of Ron Weasely and Dumbledore, all the meaning those names had to Harry were vague association with negative intention born from the lingering feelings of his forgotten memories. Sure, it was a gut feeling but that was as trustworthy as his magic itself.

Sitting up in bed, Harry entered his mindscape to see Hogwarts not as it was but as his memories knew it to be. Old, damaged, and so magically fortified with sharpened teeth. It was the fort magic needed but never had. So magically potent and protected that nothing could get in or out without first dying seven times over.

In its library Harry made a mental list of things to do. His goals for his new life, seven pledges to himself.

Learn more about myself and my parents

It didn't matter before but now thanks to the memories pass on to him, Harry knew for a fact his parents loved him. They left him gold and, in all likelihood, a great deal more than he knew of as well. If nothing else Harry knew their will existed. In hindsight it made sense, after all if you're going to hide away because you're being hunted by a known crazed serial mass murder then you would logically leave a will behind just in case. That likely to exist will, his legacy, his family, Harry wanted to know everything about it and them. After all family was something he desired greatly in his past and now. It drove him to madness and to seek his own death, like hell he'd let something like living stop him from achieving it.

Practice, learn, and master as much magic as possible

Harry was a wizard. Whatever an Obscurus was, it was bad and came about from repressing his magic. No more of that, Harry told himself. He would embrace his magic and perform the best that he could. No longer would he need to fudge his scores for Dudley. Magic was almost all but a lost art when he performed his ritual. The only magics remaining limited to forbidden spells practiced by those who called themselves inner circle mages, and an assortment of forty given common spells. The Art of magic was lost, leaving only magic triggered by intent to be practically. No Harry would record and ensure that should he fail, Magic would be protected by both magical and mundane means. No matter what magic it was, so long as it exists, Harry would record and protect it. On his family name he'd ensure that magic was never lost to those of the future again. Plus, it be nice to have a library of books that filled an entire room. A small pet dream he should consider completing.

Have fun

What point is there in magic and having magic if he couldn't enjoy his life. Considering what the Obscurus felt like within him and everyone's reactions; He likely would never return to the Dursely's ever again. Should he have to, well, that was what these pledges were for. Time to start on a new leaf and forge his own fate. Harry Potter, wizard of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And self-note, definitely make that private library.

Make money

Living off your parents is nice and all, but Harry earned his keep and most of his wealth was locked away until he would be of age. If he was to succeed, he need to do so with his own actions. It was a simple fact of principle. If possible, he would use what money he had left to start his own fortune. If there was one thing, he had to success at it was making a fortune. The wealthier a mage was the more access to better quality studies and magics they had. Plus, extra cash could make life more interesting for those he befriends. Nothing shouted fun like dodging a hundred fanged frizbee's flying all over the place.

Make friends and protect them

With the self-important and easy steps out of the way, the most important thing was to meet the people that he knew would make his life worth living. Keep an open mind as well as an open heart. And maybe curse a few along the way who wish to harm them. Harry chuckled mirthlessly at that last bit. There would be many such people if he got around to making waves and he just knew it to be a fact he'd end up with many enemies. He already knew what it would feel like to fail to protect them and he wouldn't every let that happen again. When the world took those he loved, he laid out a trail of death behind himself. This time, he'd ensure their corpses made bridges to their future.

Stop Dumbledore and Voldemort when and if it is needed

As in according to his third pledge, Harry resolved to have fun and enjoy his life. If the dark lords and so-called bright lords of the land wanted to hinder him from doing just that then he would act. He was not going to be their tool of war nor their messiah of salvation. If the world thought it could put a leash back on Harry Potter, it had another thing coming. Harry experienced the outcome such acts resulted in. Never again.

Never submit. Hold true to your principles and your pledges

Before he bowed to the common knowledge of the people and the world around him. Believing there was such things as Good and Bad magic, that there was no hope or future for him in a world without his loved ones. Harry would do what he believed was necessary, what he thought was right.

With this final edict Harry told himself he would never let another rule his life. His rights, his magic, his love, his fate, all of it was his to do with as he pleased along with all the consequences that come with such decisions.

If he couldn't live by these pledges, then he might as well be a tool born into the world only to appease its wishes. That was a way of life Harry didn't consider equated to living. The memories he had gained were those of a man who lost everything and bet it all on a slim hope and the very possible opportunity of dying. Harry had no desire to live the same sorrow filled life again – alone and empty.

Coming out of his mental trance Harry chuckled to himself. He was never one for strict rules or guidelines always they always seemed to be in someone else's favor and yet here he was making his own rules while condemned to a hospital bed. A decision that was literally world changing regardless of if he succeeded or not. At the very least he now had time and knowledge at his disposal to make it easier to break free from his fate. After all Dumbledore was sure to keep him on a short leash, or at least as short a leash as he could hope too.

As Harry watched the healer make her way to check on him, he realized that to make due his goals he'd first have to break out of this hospital and potions hell. A reminder made clearer as the platter she carried had a potion the eerily reminded him of skella-grow.

Harry let out a sigh of relief as thankfully it wasn't for him. For the most part he was fully healed and would be placed on a rather long prescription of nutrients potions that for all intense and purposes was an appetite enhancer. Potions that fixed malnutrition didn't exactly do wonders on the body nor fix malnutrition in the wizarding world. The next best thing for wizards to do was increase their appetite and eat their heart out.

A sad truth considering Muggles on the other hand had better treatments that for starters worked if only over a longer time period. St. Mungo's however was a magical hospital created by pureblooded wizards or at the very least wizards with strong blood lineages. They would more likely be caught with their knickers down and banished then perform barbaric muggle practices. Hell, it was even more likely that they would sooner say panties in contrast to nickers to in front of him. At least at the bare minimum they would perform the Natural's act of washing their hands.

Actually, Harry wasn't too sure about that one either. The only ones he had notice wash their hands where muggleborn, so that was still up in the air. He'd have to confirm and do something about that if the jury was out.

All in all, the hospital was keeping him around to see what they could do about his Obscurial nature. Normally he should be dead by now. The only other Obscurial to have survived after losing control was a young man named Credence Barebone or, so Harry had been told.

After a few days passed many healers having seen Harry's positive and lively disposition which left them curious as to how he could possibly be an Obscurial. Harry had met several experts over his incarceration including one rather awkward man named Newt Scamander. The old man looked surprisingly young for his age but then again that was a wizard for you. The lack of a beard was probably why he looked so young. Apparently, you didn't get a crazy beard until you hit your eighties.

After a extensive examination and odd conversation with Newt, Harry was deemed by him and several healers safe and not a hazard despite the curious bond present between the Obscurus and Harry. Oddly enough that very same bond which was an unknown prevented the extraction of the Obscurus from Harry's magic.

Harry found he liked the twitchy and uncomfortable around crowds' man. Passionate and easily-misunderstood where two words that came to mind when he thought of Newt Scamander, two words he could associate with himself too. In his spare free time in the ward while not under observation and undergoing tests Harry thought back to what Scamander had told him.

"It would seem Mr. Potter that the Obscurus within you has been trapped within you core. I have never seen something like this before. It's almost like you grew the Obscurus and it consumed your magic only for your magic to spontaneously grow rapidly in response and consume the Obscurus. I don't even know where your magic ends and the Obscurus begins, Mr. Potter. Fascinating really."

Harry reflected on those exact words that Mr. Scamander left him, after agreeing to be a guinea pig at a later date to investigate his unique condition. He had rejected his magical self if not for eleven years then for only brief time and this was the result. When he accepted it again, he had saved himself from the monster he had created. At least Harry assumed that was the situation. It wasn't an easy situation to break down what with anything being a possible variable.

Grimly but still willingly Harry felt his mind touch upon the Obscurus. It felt murky and slimy under his mental touch. "Guess that means you have to accept me too. I won't reject you just because you're a parasite so until I say otherwise, you're stuck with me till the end of my days." Harry muttered to himself and the Obscurus within as sleep took him once more. Scamander called the Obscurus a dark thing born of his magic. And while Harry was fine with that, he himself wasn't so sure. The Obscurus in a way was a child of his own making, born from his magic. To him, abandoning it without first coming to know it, was the same as abandoning an unplanned for baby. The differences were there but Harry knew all to well what it felt like to be unwanted. A fate he'd wish upon no one.

When morning came after Scamander's leave, Harry was discharged and was pleased to be greeted by Professor Mcgonagall upon his release, half expecting Albus to be there.

Just as she had promised she had visited him the next day after he awakened. And the next, and the day after that, all throughout his stay at the Hospital. Every day of the week he had been conscious and staying at the Hospital, the professor had showed up to talk and answer Harry's questions. Usually while carrying and performing her own work at the same time.

Despite her iron-clang-all-round-stern elderly appearance Harry could tell she was more of a fair familiar motherly type. Almost grandmotherly actually. That and from the short exposure of legilimency he quickly applied felt the pain and grief she endured having left him to his fate with the Dursely's. As he dove deeper Harry recognized an emotion which caused him to instantly pull out. He felt slightly ashamed for intruding on such private emotion having felt such a painful feeling before.

The loss of a family. That was something Harry would never touch on carelessly. Thankfully with his memories and the time in the hospital Harry had gained enough skill in occlumency to control his passive skill as a mind reader of others minds and hearts. Unlike when he awoke, he could now use his occlumency shields not just to protect himself but to prevent in his own talents from reading others. It did also help that he unknowingly built them up for nearly ten years of his life.

Following his soon to be professor, Harry watched as she stuck her wand out and summoned a triple decker vibrant purple bus which Harry was hesitant to get on. There was a twitch of excitement and warning eating at him at the sight of the vehicle that stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Is something the matter Mr. Potter?" she asked him when he hesitated to join her on the bus.

"Um, no not really. It's just I got a bad feeling about riding on this bus." Harry replied honestly. His body was responding oddly to the strange bus and he had a bad feeling about riding it. It was a mix of fear and excitement similar to what one would feel as they approached a particularly aggressive roller coaster or in Harry's case a particularly exciting battlefield which was why he felt hesitant.

Mcgonagall smiled at him and reassured him. "You have good instincts Mr. Potter; however, I assure you it is perfectly safe enough to ride." she said with a slight gesture for him to join her.

Accepting her at her word Harry got on the bus, sitting down on one of the empty chairs that surrounded several dining tables. Just as they were about to move Harry had a sudden urge to take cover which he acted upon.

With a sudden jolt, the bus flew off and Harry watched himself being thrown right from his chair and onto the ground.

After thirty minutes Harry embarked with a foul mummer under his breath, something that the professor found amusing under her mask of professionalism. "Enough grumbling Mr. Potter, it wasn't that bad." the professor stated in exasperation as they walked into a pub call the Leaky Cauldron. Having arrived at their destination which consisted of a myriad of comedic falls, personal space invasions and one inappropriate accidental touch on Harry's part, the two conversed in response to the wild ride as the bag of said topics departure rang behind them.

Harry's complaints fell into a quieter muttering beneath his breath. To Mcgonagall's perspective it was equally adorable to her as it was humorous.

"You said it was perfectly safe." Harry griped.

"Well it is. Wizards and Witches travel via the Knight Bus all the time Mr. Potter." she reasserted.

"Sure, it is. Mind explaining this rug burn on my arse than Professor?" Harry countered.

"Mr. Potter I hope such language remains here and does not follow you to Hogwarts." she chided him with small smirk. He had as much fire in him as his mother did. "And to answer your question it is because you decided to fly out of your chair and slide across the floor at every single stop."

Grumbling as he rubbed his butt Harry noticed no shortage of amusement passing through her mind despite her reprimand tone.

Stopping just short of the doors to the Leaky Cauldron, she turned to ask Harry a question but noticing him covering the scar above his head recognized the answer to her question.

"Drop your hand Harry there is no need for that. Keep your head down and stay close to me." she commanded. Not waiting for a response, she pushed the door open and lead him swiftly and unobtrusively to the back of the pub. Facing a brick wall she waved her wand closing the door behind them. With an air of authority, she had quickly guided him through the pub without drawing attention to him. A fact Harry greatly appreciated. Considering how crowded it was Harry could only imagine how uncomfortable it would have been to have them all stare at his scar and himself. God forbid they do something worse.

"Watch carefully Mr. Potter, you will need to remember how to do this for when next you come here."

Harry nodded as he watched her tap several bricks and watched in greater excitement as the bricks began to move. Each brick moving backward and forward, folding inward and out as it gave way to reveal the entrance to a vast and bustling alleyway.

Watching his starry-eyed expression of wonder and hope Minerva whispered to him. "Welcome Harry, to Diagon Alley."

Harry walked forward as the crowded cobblestone path directed the two of them towards the large and intimidating marble pillar lined stairs of Gringotts. Harry looked in awe at the vibrant and oddly protruding and angled shops as they passed them by.

Diagon Alley was nothing like the ruined ash burnt streets that decorated his memories.

Brooms, quills, owls, cats, robes, people, the alley was filled to burst with shops selling anything that he could ever need for his schooling experience and people more than willing to drop a few coins.

Down some of the more subtle paths Harry spotted the areas where one would be able to purchase further items that they would need in one's day to day lives such as furniture and less popular stores as he walked. Of course, there was Knockturn Ally where you could purchase the not so public friendly articles that one might desire. But as he recalled down there was a more lucrative venture, he wasn't quite ready to tackle just yet.

Passing shop after shop Harry was entranced at the sheer number of odds and ends that littered the store fronts and windows for display.

"It's a bit overwhelming," Harry muttered sticking close to Mcgonagall as she led him professionally. Diagon Ally was nothing like he remembered it as which was a good thing and a sight of great improvement without a doubt.

"Yes, it can be a bit much to take in the first time. It is however a good first impression though." She replied.

"Well considering the Obscurus inside of me, I'm guessing not everything is as magical as it appears." Harry replied which drew an odd look from the aged professor. Was it fear, he wondered. Her expression definitely had concern hidden within it.

"I'm not that ignorant Professor. Considering the family, I just came from and how I got there, not everything could be this perfect. My parents are dead after all. Plus, I'm not a big fan of remaining ignorant of the world I'm about to join." he explained lost in the beauty of the world around him now.

Mcgonagall simply nodded sadly apparently in agreement. Seeing her sad expression hidden behind her stern neutral features Harry added, "I'm not about to leave either. There's no going back to where I've come from. Plus, I don't want to go back."

She seemed to accept that as she visibly relaxed. Whatever worried here drained from her expression as they continued on. Entering Gringotts Harry was introduced to goblins for the first time. As in Literally seeing as they were an extinct race back in the day; one of the first to go.

The books and memories told him they existed, but his memories cut just short after their supposed extinction. He couldn't recall exactly what resulted in their race's extinction, but he vaguely recalled something to do with controlling the wizarding worlds money. They were a truly fascinating subject, rapt with mystery and intrigue. The language was particularly interesting and difficult to grasp, a challenge Harry had plenty of time to tackle during his attempts to recover and salvage magic in his life.

Stepping up to the teller Mcgonagall gave a brunt cough to gain the attention of a rather grumpy looking Goblin. Harry wondered if they looked angry all the time because of how they viewed humans or if it was because of how obsessed with their work they tended to be. God forbid they were just born grumpy. Then again it could have fallen on their genetic makeup, pugs didn't look too happy themselves based on appearance alone after all.

"Mr. Potter would like to make a withdraw." Mcgonagall said sharply.

"Oh?" the teller sneered as he gazed down at Harry.

Harry decided to add his own two bits in as well not backing away or hesitating.

"Yes sir, Mr. Potter would also like to know about any other possession, accounts, and or legacies that may have been left to him at the time of his parent's death."

If the teller was surprised by his words, he made no indication of it, unlike Mcgonagall who stood next to him, jaw slightly agape. The goblin gave a curt nod.

"Follow me then."

Following the goblin Harry apologized to Mcgonagall. "I'm sorry if this is out of the way. I just figured if it was a bank then they might have something in regard to my parents."

Mcgonagall simply nodded. "I wasn't going to say anything and while it is out of the way I can't say I'm not curious as to what Lily and James might have left for you. It is also your right to know so for now I shall remain a silent witness so long as you wish me present." she stated.

Looking at her Harry asked, "You were good friends with my parents, weren't you Professor?"

Mcgonagall answered solemnly, "They were some of my best students. And few could match the love they shared with each other and those around them."

Her answer sounded recited but the tears that threatened to leave her eyes told a completely different reasoning behind her distant tone. Smiling Harry nodded. "Thank you, professor."

Reaching a large golden embroidered bronze door, the goblin ushered them in to be greeted by a much older goblin. The goblin looked up at Harry and stared at him for a minute. "Wait here. Leave."

Confused for a moment Harry realized the last word was directed at Mcgonagall and not himself. Harry sat down as he watched the teller leave and made to close the door. Mcgonagall was about to sit down but the glare from the Older goblin gave her plenty of indication she was not welcome and was to leave. Seeing the predicament, he asked, "Sir Goblin, I am safe here, correct?"

"As safe as the gold within our vaults Lord Potter." it replied.

"I'll be fine Professor. The goblins won't harm me since I'm potential money, right?" he asked retorically with a cheeky grin. A similar grin appeared on the older goblin.

Mcgonagall wasn't entirely comfortable leaving him but the feral growl from the nearby guards at the door told her the teller's comment wasn't a request.

Mcgonagall pause continued along with her continued uncertainty. She couldn't leave Harry alone yet something in the boy's eye compelled her to trust him. It was the same confidence and understanding look that her boss showed so comfortingly. Nodding silently, she left closing the doors behind her.

With a sound thud the doors shut, and the older goblin chuckled slightly.

"Wandless Compulsion magic, Lord Potter. Impressive." The Goblin analyzed. Harry just smiled.

Harry turned to face the new goblin. He sat at the other side of the room from the doors at a large desk practical overflowing with towers made of nothing but paper. His buff and old appearance was that of a veteran warrior but being a goblin to Harry's eyes just made him look chubby like a right stuffed sack of potatoes.

"Nothing so fancy sir. Just a bit of accidental magic with some intent behind it." Harry answered as humbly as he could. This earned another sneer of respect from the goblin.

"My name is Ragnuk the Sixth, Lord Potter. I am the Vault Keeper for the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter." the stout and old goblin stated.

"And I am Harry Potter as you already know. And naturally you are my families vault keeper seeing as you handle all of the single digit vaults in Gringotts, Lord Ragnuk." Harry had heard of Ragnuk before during his research on the extinct race. The goblin was recorded in documents as being the caretaker for the most important and wealthy of gold holders. The Potter fortune must have been quite exceptional if here was the family teller.

"I'm impressed – "Ragnuk replied with a sharp glint of caution, "How is it you came to know of such things." There was an edge in his words, but Harry wasn't intimidated. It wasn't known to many even within Gringotts that he managed all the single digit vaults. His firmness being a byproduct of the topic being a matter of security.

"There's a great deal that I know about. For example," Harry stated pulling out a piece of paper. "These stocks will grow to produce a vast wealth in the muggle world. On the back are businesses that will bring forth a mass of wealth within the wizarding world. I want your bank to divvy up, based on the percentages next to each named business, my currently accessible account's fortune and invest in those businesses and their stocks respectively." Harry said ignoring the question.

Ragnuk took the sheet of paper and raised an eyebrow at it. Harry wasn't surprised really since a few of the names on the list didn't exist yet and wouldn't for another few years. One such example was Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes which as Harry could vaguely recall wouldn't be created until its founders dropped out of school. It wasn't easy retracing businesses back so many years but considering their eventual worth and value it was information well worth looking up. Money would be paramount in his drive to live and no shortage meant a constant flow of gold was needed. True he wasn't all that into gold himself, but it was necessary. Regardless of if Harry hated or loved wealth it didn't matter as it was necessary and if anyone was capable and willing to fulfill this request it was Gringotts. After all money to be made was something goblins wouldn't ignore.

"Interesting. A Seer are ye?"

Harry just grinned mischievously neither confirming or denying. Ragnuk let out a cruel laugh that scratched at Harry's ears. "Very well Mr. Potter I shall follow your instructions," he informed pocketing the slip of paper. If there were one thing goblins respected it was equal cunning, ability, and gold. Harry as of this moment now was all three in the goblin's eyes.

"Now you wish to know about your assets correct."

It wasn't a question, so Harry didn't answer which seemed to add to the goblins brightening mood. Handing over a sheet of parchment several centimeters thick. Harry read it and quickly identified it as a list of his family's assets, recognizing a few Potter artifacts written on it.

Everything was there. From businesses owned, to store investments, stocks to stockpiles, lands to land-shares, there was even several vaults listed with each having some regard to the Potter name. Everything was there. Including several points of interest to Harry.

"Ragnuk was it. Can you tell me who is it that withdrew money from my vaults?"

"That would be Dumbledore, Lord Potter. I have had several arguments regarding where those withdrawals have gone. Each time he has informed me the gold has been used for your wellbeing."

Harry snorted at this. "Haven't read the paper then have you."

Ragnuk's eye rose at this as a creepy smirk stretched across the desk. "You mean regarding the details of your family 'cruelly' beating you for being a wizard."

Harry face deadpanned. "Okay I guess you have heard."

"No Lord Potter I haven't, seeing as it hasn't been published in the paper as you put it."

Harry raised an eye at this. "Then how..." Harry began to ask but stopped. No that wasn't important. What was important was why hadn't the news gotten out. Sure, this worked for Harry since the less people who knew the better it was for him. However, this wasn't something that would not make headline news. Something was moving in the background and for good or ill Harry didn't like it.

"I have heard of your condition as Gringotts has ears everywhere. Now judging from you wording, you never received the gold withdrawn from your vaults?" he asked redirecting both Harry's thoughts and their conversation back towards money.

"No," Harry answered, "I haven't and while I doubt, we can fix what's been stolen I'd like to know if we can fix this leak before it gets worse."

"Your gold or your condition?" the goblin mockingly sneered with a laugh. "Your condition is all but forgotten or, so I've been told. As for your gold several options exist. However, seeing as you are now here and seeing as Dumbledore is officially by your wizarding law your magical guardian, I suggest this option."

Snapping his fingers, the parchment in Harry's hands fluttered to one of the last pages. Harry grinned at this and approved. "Lord Ragnuk, as the soon to be owner of the Vaults of the family of Potter I wish to pay you to add to my vaults a blood key that can only be opened with the flowing blood in my veins until such time that I turn eighteen."

Ragnuk grin turned malicious as he stated, "That is quite a dark and illegal request you've made Mr. Potter."

Harry smiled and shook his head, "Only on wizard owned land it is, right?" Harry asked smugly.

"That will be 113 galleons and 7 knuts Lord Potter for the upgrade and increased security to your vault." Ragnuk stated down right loving how his day was turning out. This young wizard was starting to grow on him and not because he was essentially allowing him to legally flip the bird at his fellow wizards but also as he took great value in protecting his wealth something any goblin would respect.

Harry returned the grin with equal ferocity, "89 galleons and 9 sickles, not a knut more."

Oh, this boy just got a whole lot better, Ragnuk thought to himself.

Ragnuk snear took a more feral grin. "113 and 7 knuts."

Harry smirked catching the slight slip up, "I can agree with that. 113 sickles and 7 knuts."

Ragnuk laughed out loud in a roaring gale of amusement. "Lord Potter this is the first time in nearly fifty years that someone has tried to swindle me at my word. And the second to succeed in doing so in my entire career I might add. Money lost on such an error is on me. Well played, I'll have to stay on my toes around you. Very well Lord Potter, 113 sickles and 7 knuts. Don't think I won't remember this steal you've brokered."

"Quiet the steal indeed. I think I will use the 106 galleons and six sickles I just saved to 'purchase' a show of faith that the goblin race will keep any manipulative long bearded wizards out and away from my vaults. Maybe even investigate quietly any other potential crimes aside from theft he might be involved in. You know as a show of my trust in your capabilities. Business is built on trust after all."

"I'm sure that can be arranged." Ragnok stated with an evil grin. The goblin looked to be having the time of his life. "Is there anything else, Lord Potter." he asked, his words sounding almost pleading to Harry's ears.

Harry nodded, "Yes there is. I'd like to see my parents will if it exists."

Snapping his fingers in response, a single sheet of parchment fell in front of Harry, laid bare on the desk.

"Normally the will would be read by a trusted party a week after upon the time of death of the will's owner. That is usually the case unless an heir who is underage at the time of death as well as being the primary focus of said will be alive. In such cases the will would normally be locked away to be read upon your coming of age, that of 17 years, before it is read to you and the public. However, that is simply the norm. Very few young heirs ever bother to ask for it, foolish really." Ragnuk explained.

Harry nodded as he brought the will up to his eyes. All the while shunning the questions regarding the illogical nature of having a will locked away should the will's contents be focus primarily on the heir to said writers of will.

Then again magic society had a tendency of influencing the stability of logic and Harry had seen many contracts be warped or broken by coming into contact with magic.

Concluding his thoughts with that truth as his answer to why, Harry looked at the sheet and read the will left to him by his parents, holding back tears in his eyes.

We, James Charlus Potter, and Lily Marie Potter nee Evans of able magic and body, claim this, our Final Will and Testament. So, mote it be.

Harry, should you be reading this it means he got us and in spite of this we succeeded in protecting you. Know that your Mother and I are sorry that we could not live and have nothing but your legacy to leave to you. I know it's not much and could never replace how much we love you but it's a start.

Looking down a list was presented of what exactly was to be left to him.

Upon the death of those aforementioned the following is to be left behind to the heir of the Potter Legacy, Harry James Potter.

Propert Ownership of the following are to be given to Harry James Potter on day of either Emancipation or upon his reading of this Will.

Potter Manor – location unknown

Potter Cottage – Godric's Hollow, England (Damaged)

Potter Sandrose – La Rochelle, France

Chateau Potter – Nice, France

Potter Clan – Hokkaido, Japan

Potter Ranch – New York, United States

Several other properties were listed all over the world but those had the informative term (seized) written over them or the word unknown scratch over them which Harry assumed had been written down as a note that the property was in an unknown condition and location. He made a mental note to ask about that at a later date.

Property of Vaults within Gringotts and the contents within; for the following are to be given to the following respectively, so mote it be.

Sirius Black :: 1039553 Galleons, is to be left.

Note: make us proud godfather, look after Harry and make sure our little boy becomes a fine man. Oh, and don't corrupt him into a mini version of you. We'll be watching and we'll haunt you if you do.

Remus Lupin :: 519776 Galleons, is to be left.

Note: Remus – stuff it, Sirius – we're not letting you get out of this. Take the gold, grab a suit and live your life. Your furry problem isn't an excuse. Find a nice lady, open up the her and live a little. You're the smartest of all of us, except perhaps for my Lily. Sirius, you help him out.

Continuing reading several names Harry felt several were familiar but for the most part knew none of them. Longbottom, Bones, Dumbledore, Pettigrew, Lovegood, Mcgonagall, Moody. His parents were apparently well connected and while most of the names listed didn't strick a cord within his memories a few names felt familiar. Lovegood, Longbottom and Delacour in perticular felt familiar to him, easily rolling off his tongue. Interestingly enough several names had note next to them, a stipulation that should they, Lily and James Potter pass from this world, that Harry should be placed in their care.

What struck Harry as odd was the inclusion of certain names like Moody, who was an unknown to Harry and the lack of other names like Greengrass. Unlike whoever this Moody character was, The Potters were close buisness partners with the Greengrass family. While according to records the Potters functioned as an RnD department of business the Greengrass functioned as the business spearhead, splitting profits equally using the Green's resources and Potter name as best as possible. Their lack of presence in the will didn't strike Harry as natural.

And while Harry found the fact, he should never be with the Dursely's in the first place infuriating, he held his anger back in light of finishing reviewing his parents will. What really quelled his anger was the fact that his eyes spotted at the bottom of the long list of names his own name written out.

Harry James Potter, heir to the house of Potter :: everything left over and all possession that our family possesses.

The note underneath went on about living responsible, finding a good girl, living a fullfilling life, performing well at school, as well as a few jabs at Sirius telling Harry to not fall for Sirius's devious machinations while living with him.

With every word read, Harry felt the love and devotion his parents had for his wellbeing, and the love that embodied their sacrifice. The same sacrifice that made him famous. The emotions inside felt like raging maelstrom. So much so that even as he read the will Harry didn't notice the sense of unease within him that the will's contents wrought.

Put down the will, Harry tempered himself and focused on one name in particular that had drawn a red flag too large to ignore even in his emotional deluge. Sirius Orion Black. His godfather.

Harry didn't know anything about the man. In fact, this was the first time he heard of the name. There was no record of it in business or in later documentations that he had read. His memories however hinted that this man was important, both historically and emotionally to Harry. His gut was ripping at him telling him that Sirius was important, very important to him personally. A great deal of love, guilt and pain was associated with the name Sirius Black and Harry knew he would have to learn more about him.

If he was his godfather, then that meant there was an easy solution to his problem regarding his guardians. Escaping permanently from the hold of Albus Dumbledore and the Dursley's may not be as difficult as Harry thought if Black could take custody over him. Then again that was assuming Sirius Black was the trusted man his parents seemed to imply he was in their will.

Then there was the fact that nowhere within the will did it mentioned that Harry was to be placed in the care of the Dursley's. Harry felt that was odd and strangely enough had to withhold the desire to strangle someone for this fact. At several points it mentioned families that should care for him if one or another was unavailable. Yet here he was having lived eleven years with that accursed family.

Looking at the end of the will four lines concluded the will. The witness of the will in particular caught Harry's attention.

By signing this Final Will and Testament, we vow that all said here this day is true, honest, and upheld by the magics that bind us.

James Charlus Potter and Lily Marie Potter nee Evans

Witness: Albus Percival Wilfric Brain Dumbledore

Gringotts Official Witness: Ragnok the sixth, Potter Family Vault Keeper (no longer)

This final signing meant that Dumbledore, with written contract as evidence, willingly placing him with the Dursley's, with full knowledge that he should have been cared for by one of several other families of varying order of importance. This was potential evidence in Harry's favor should he seek to strip the old fart from his societal thrown.

If he could corrupt Albus's image and drag him and his name into the mud and away from positions of power than maybe he could prevent the Bright Lord from being born.

If he could collect further evidence of his machinations and lies, Harry knew he could pull Dumbledore from his throne of white lies and half-truths. Maybe even go so far as to remove him from his position where he ruled and manipulated his life. The problem with the will however was only the beginning and end were written in red, blood ink. This meant the only portions of the contract that couldn't be changed were those. In Court it could be argued the contents were changed removing any weight the document might hold. He needed more.

"Lord Ragnuk, A simple yes or no – "Harry cautiously asked preparing to request what no wizard should ever request from a goblin. Assistance without pay.

"As you know I have little access to my full wealth until I am of age. However, I wish to hire Gringotts to investigate with due discretion the potential manipulations of one Ablus Dumbledore. Would you be willing to lend me your abilities to find incriminating evidence against the man who has - if this will be written true - broken his pact as witness to Lily and James Potter?"

Ragnuk grim frown declared nothing and simply held out a hand. Handing over the will, Harry watched as Ragnuk scanned it and quickly picked up the first possible hint of incriminating evidence against Dumbledore.

Harry's words while harmless essential put into question the reliability and confidence of Gringotts itself. Speaking such words was essentially throwing dirt upon their name, something they would hold no problem over killing him for. Besmirching their name, of all goblins, was a death sentence.

Harry waited uneasily as Ragnuck reviewing the will once, then twice... three times over. Harry noticed as Ragnuk read the goblin's face scrunched up angrily twice and once in annoyance. If he had to guess the goblin picked up more potential incriminating details that Harry might have missed. That or something else that simply left a bad taste in the goblin's mouth.

Looking back at Harry he simply said, "You will pay upon your 17th year or when your wealth finds it capable of achieving such payments without effecting your businesses. A sign of trust in your potential as a business partner, Lord Potter." he said sharply, clearly holding back a desire to behead him and those around him for whatever he found, and Harry said.

Harry had somehow gambled and won big, now he just had to cement it. Harry picking through the goblins mind unnoticed added onto his deal. "Interest of 3% and an additional 100 galleons per piece of conclusive evidence that succeeds in court."

"5%" Ragnuk corrected picking up Harry's meaning.

"4% with an additional 3 galleons to the 100 galleons per piece of conclusive evidence that succeeds in court." Harry countered.

Ragnuk pondered that for a second, seemingly counting the potential value. "You are quite interesting for a wizard Lord Potter. And a shrewd business man. A goblin in wizards clothing I'd even venture. I can respect that. Very well. 4% with an additional 103 galleons for each piece of conclusive evidence used upon the day of trials. Is that all you wish to do this day?"

"Aside from forming a copy of that will, yes. For now, I shall visit my vault to collect what money remains after said extraction is made – "point towards the paper he had given Ragnuk which stuck out of his pocket, "– and be on my way."

"Very well Lord Potter, I shall see to your businesses." Ragnuk stated irritably. Harry couldn't help but laugh a bit. The books were right, goblins really did hate losing out on money. Whatever he took note of from the will must have been big if Harry wasn't banned or dead yet within Gringotts. That or Ragnuk was having too much fun working against Harry to care. Unlikely but possible.

Standing up to leave Harry stopped to add one more thing. "One last think Lord Ragnuk."

Begrudgingly the goblin turned his way, a lone eye staring daggers into Harry. If Goblins hated anything it was interrupting them from making money.

"May your vaults remain as every flowing your foe's open neck."

Ragnuk eyes shot open in dismay and in no shortage of positive appraisal. Both in equal measure. Harry had not spoken the words in English but rather instead in fluent gobbledegook. His irritation was lost to him as he gazed in stunned amusement at the human wizard before him.

"You truly are full of surprises Lord Potter." Ragnuk said aloud in his native tongue.

"Pleasure doing business, Lord Ragnuk. And it's just Harry to you." Harry said in gobbledegook as he opened and closed the large doors behind him leaving the room. If there was one thing Goblins admired, it was respect for their abilities and an acute promptness towards business, especially concerning money. And a certain fluency and respect towards their culture never hurt.

As he left Harry spotted Mcgonagall approaching him. She appeared to be in a slight disheveled state. Upon seeing him for all but a second Harry caught her shuffling a small package within her robes ensuring it remained out of sight. Although curious, Harry thought better then to ask what it was. Legilimency aside, something inside him told him it was better to leave it be.

Looking up at Mcgonagall Harry hesitantly said, "I think it went well." Looking down Harry saw a different goblin, neither Ragnuk nor the teller standing next to him. With a simple nodded at him the goblin said, "Follow me please." in a squeaky pitched squeaky voice.

As the three left a well-dressed solicitor walked into the same room Harry had just left. The man was well dress and sporting a dark violet blue suite that contrasted will with the goblins skin and the white halls of their bank. Spotting the feral grin on the face of Ragnuk, the man smiled politely.

"I must say you look like you just earned a million Galleons considering your expression, my friend. I feel sorry for the lad who just lost out."

Ragnuk merely grunted at this but it was a friendly acknowledgment for a goblin. "Just the opposite, Solicitor Tonks. I just came out of a meeting with a most interesting wizard and lost a hundred or so galleons out of the deal."

The solicitor in question was surprised that a goblin was happy after losing so much money. Instead of asking about it like the curious human he was, Tonks decided to leave his questions unanswered.

Lifting up his wrinkly hand Ragnuk handed a roll of parchment to the man. "Onto business, I'm taking you off your current case that we requested your services for. I have a more pressing task that requires your skills. Investigate this on your end. I believe we both would benefit from concluding this business as quietly as possible." Ragnuk said with a grin that would scare even Voldemort from beyond the grave.

When the the man left, Ragnuk looked back down at the will of Lily and James Potter. As he stared at it something ate at him as he sat in silence.

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Many thanks to the reviews for pointing out the wee code problem for the last chapter. Greatly appreciated the heads up as I had no warning or knowledge of the problem till you popped it into my mail box, thxz again.