AN: Okay sorry bout that. i had accidentally posted up chapter 2 instead of chapter 3... whoops! I want to thank all of you for reading this project. I didn't think too many would want to read an ongoing 1st draft with no beta... but that is what National Novel Writing Month is all about, just going and not changing the plot line as it moves forwards.

i will keep posting daily now, as i want to get up what i manage to write each day, along with my word counts :) this 'chapter' is 7,719 words, bring me to a grand total of 15,299 words out of the 50k I need in order to make the goal by the 30th of the month. I am not counting my author notes in that count either... straight story! So thank you for reading and for the reviews!

Chapter 4

The two left the relatives behind, but Harry had not missed the looks of his aunt and cousin's faces when he asked Hagrid to remove the tail. He had given them both something to think about, however his uncle was turning a lovely shade of anger puce. Quite easily Harry had been lifted up and placed into the sidecar of the flying motorcycle.

"Hagrid? Where are we going?" he asked trying to keep as much as he could along the same lines as his first time through.

"We be goin' to the Leaky cauldron, and then off to Diagon Alley where we can get all yer school supplies," the larger man said with a grin. The conversation was ended when he revved the engine and took off into the air.

As they flew a window popped up:

QUEST: Separate from Hagrid to do your own banking Accept Deny

QUEST: Get all of your school supplies Accept Deny

QUEST: ? Accept Deny

QUEST: ? Accept Deny

Quickly he accepted all of them. His first two real quests, and still a long flight to get back to London. This gave harry time to ponder over what he needed to do. Somehow he had to get his vault key from Hagrid and then send him off to go visit the vaults he needed to, while waiting for Hermione to show up. Then he really needed to talk to a goblin about his account, he never had the chance in the last go round. It was time he actually asked about how things worked so that he could plan for the future he was hoping to actually have. The idea of being stuck with his reaper, who would be rather irate with him, for a very long time, was not appealing. So he would get things right, starting with Hermione.

Once more he had to allow the discomfort of fame as the patrons of the Leaky Cauldron all wanted to shake his hand, or even to just touch his cousin's cast off clothing. Thankfully he was able to get Hagrid to realize this time that it did make him uncomfortable and the gentle half-giant led him out to the alley proper.

Awe and wonderment came over him again, just as it had the first time. It hadn't been so long for him really, but the last time it had such a different feeling. Now he made the silent vow to never let it get that way again. People deserved this normalcy, and the magic and wonderful feelings he was certain every muggleborn felt passing into this world for the first time.

"Hagrid? How am I supposed to pay for all of this? I have no money," he recited from his previous memory. It was now time to put everything into motion by making the first change, getting Hagrid to leave him so he could meet up with Hermione.

"We have to go to the Wizarding Bank Harry! Gringotts! Yer parents had an account there and they wouldn't leave ya penniless!" The large man said with a reassuring grin to the child he thought harry was.

"But I wouldn't know how to get to that. It's not like I have an account statement or a key to prove it to them," he said as they approached the large bank, the guards eyeing them warily.

"Course ya do! I gots yer key right here!" the large man then brought out said key and handed it to his charge. "Now we'll get yer money and then I gots some school business to get done here, then we can do yer shopping."

As they entered the building Harry made certain to stop and look about in awe at everything before he turned to his escort.

"would it be alright if I got my money myself? That way if I have questions they can answer them, and while I do that you can get your stuff done," he said looking at the man with a smile. "I can meet you back right over there by those guards."

"Well I shouldn't let ye go wanderin' alone, but," the large man smiled. "Long as you stay in here won't nobody bother ye." With that the large man tousled his hair. "I'll meet ye back over there then. Just be polite to the goblins, they can be right nasty if ye aren't careful."

"Thanks Hagrid," he said with genuine joy. So far his plan was working, and all he had to do was wait until the man was no longer in sight, and then she should come into the bank so that they could meet. That was what his reaper had said, and he was going to hold that man to it.

Sure enough the moment Hagrid was taken by what looked like Griphook to the carts beyond, someone bowled him over to the floor. Looking up at whoever it was that was now on top of him, he felt himself flood with happiness. His green eyes met chocolate brown, Hermione had found him!

"Hermione," her mother chided as she helped pull her daughter who had a knowing look in her eye, off of him.

"Sorry," she said to him, it was obvious to him that she had the memories and the instructions to meet him here.

"Its okay," Harry said as he got up and brushed himself off. "I shouldn't have been standing around like that." He found himself staring at Hermione, but if he had paid attention he would have seen the look that her mother gave her father as his shirt had rucked up when he had fallen, and the bruises that littered his body were obviously there for some time.

"Are you alone?" her father asked glancing about for some form of guardian.

"Kind of. The groundskeeper for Hogwarts, Hagrid, brought me here. He had some stuff to do for the school, as well as help me, so I said I could get my money myself and he should go do what he needed to do," harry said looking up at the tall man. "I'm Harry by the way."

"I'm Hermione," she said in a rush thankful that they were getting names out there finally. "Thus is my mum and dad. Are you here to get your school supplies too?"

"Yeah, got to get money and then all that stuff for first year. Are you a first year too?" She nodded so fast harry was scared her head might fall off.

"Would you like to join us for all of that? I mean Hagrid could come too, as he might be able to help us get the right things as well," she said hoping he would take the bait and her parents would go with it.

"That would be nice. That way we can at least know each other when we head to school," he said with a grin. "I was getting scared about the people I would meet," he said a bit shyly.

"Well then, first we should get money exchanged then," her father said getting the group in line for a teller. A slight hand gesture given to his wife did not go unnoticed by the goblins either, nor had the bruises upon the dark haired child with the worn out and far too large clothes.

Her mother moved in behind the two children as she looked over the short scrawny boy before her. She had seen the bruises, and being a dentist that dealt with children she and her husband had taken the classes each year on how to handle and spot children in abusive homes, and other bad situations. Thus far at their practice they had been lucky and only had to report one family that seemed to be sexually abusing the child, and the child was still coming to them for dental work, but now it was with her foster family, and the girl seemed to be flourishing quite well.

"Harry," she said smiling down at the boy, "you do know that these clothes are a bit big on you right? Or is this a fashion thing I am too old to know about?"

"Oh," Harry said caught off guard. It had never occurred to him that someone might ask, no one had before, but it was best to be honest with her parents. After all he was going to be soul bonded to their daughter, best not to start their relationship with lies. "These are hand me downs, from my cousin." Quickly he felt Hermione hold his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

"How old is your cousin?" her father asked as they moved forward in the queue.

"Eleven, he had his birthday in June," he replied now starting to feel self conscious.

"Did something happen to your clothes?" her father asked rather curious.

"These are my clothes," he replied quietly.

"I'm sorry Harry, we don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," her mother said placing a hand gently on his shoulder. "We were just curious since they do not seem to fit you at all. Perhaps when you get your money exchanged, you should put aside some for some extra clothing that the school uniform on the list. Dan and I can help cover the cost for the rest of your school supplies," the woman said as she looked at him with a genuine smile and kindness that Harry had always dreamed of having aimed at him when he was growing up.

"I couldn't ask you to do that," Harry replied shocked by her statement.

"NEXT!" barked the goblin at the teller station.

As their group moved forwards the guard next to the station passed the teller a note that was read quickly. A hand gesture made, and soon all of the goblin guards were standing straighter than before, and if possible looking even more alert.

"I would like to make an exchange," her father said as he placed a stack of bills on the counter, and then pulled a few more from his wallet.

"Certainly," the goblin said and began to count the bills. Then placing them where the family could still see he counted out the proper amount for the exchange and passed it to the obvious muggle in a small bag. "Since you are a first time customer I am giving you this money pouch free of charge. I recommend your child have one, but that you should hang onto this one."

Both children hid their shocked expressions at the goblins giving anything for free, and instead watched as her father grinned and took the bag with a word of thanks not only for the bag but for the advice.

"Do you have any other business to attend to?" the teller asked.

"Yes," he replied and motioned for harry to come forwards. "Harry here also needs some assistance."

"Um," Harry started feeling quite unsure and awkward. He looked to the Grangers for a moment before he brought the key up to place it gently on the counter. "I, uh, need to make a withdrawal. I, um, also, well, I don't know how much I have either."

"Don't you get bank statements?" her father said taking a knee so he could look the boy in the eyes.

"No sir. The first bit of mail I got from the magical world was my Hogwarts letter," he replied and dug that out of the pocket he had stuffed it into like any child would.

"Harry," Dan said looking at the address on the letter. "Why is your letter posted to 'the cupboard under the stairs'?"

"May I please see this letter," the teller asked.

Harry passed the letter up to the teller really not wanting to answer anyone as he hadn't even really told Hermione about that, at least he couldn't remember if he had yet or not. He was going to have to buy those memories over the course of the next month, and start making his plans.

Once the letter was out of his hands and he opened his mouth to say something, anything, he was stopped as the air was hugged from him by Hermione. He couldn't help but freeze for a moment before he was able to wrap his arms around her, and bury his head into her shoulder, he could feel tears coming, damn his young emotions. This was not the first impression he was hoping to make on his future in-laws.

"Mr. Potter," the goblin said from his seat, "it seems that your account is flagged, and that you will need to speak with a manager. There is nothing wrong, but as this is your first time back to the bank since your birth, a manager must speak with you. Would you like your guardians to join you?" he asked, knowing full well that these people were not his guardians.

"Um," he looked at them. "These people aren't my guardians, but yes, I would like them there."

"Are you sure Harry?" Dan asked the boy before him.

"Yes sir. To be honest I feel like I can trust you, and it would be nice to have someone there to help explain things if I really don't understand." It was true, and it would help to have Hermione there with him. This was all new and uncharted territory, best to have the brightest witch of the age with him.

"Okay Harry, but you just say the word and Emma and I will leave if you want us to," he said seriously.

The goblin teller merely nodded and taking the key and the letter in one hand placed a closed sign at his desk with the other. Spryly he climbed from his stool and motioned them to follow him through a door, and deeper into the bank's many offices.

Hermione held his hand firmly in her own as they followed down the hallway, the guard who had been nearby the teller station following with them, making certain they did not go where they were not supposed to. While the floors were a beautiful polished marble, the walls were a cold dark gray, almost foreboding in the way it looked. The chill that crept into his bones from worry and fear as to what was about to happen did not leave him as they walked passed doors and paintings of battles, weapons charmed to stay on the walls with some strange goblin writing under them.

After what felt like eternity they were showed into a rather normal and plush looking office. A goblin dressed smartly sat behind the desk and watched the group enter, not bothering to get up. On the far side across from the door stood a rather large and ornate fireplace, a metal grate off to the side leaving it open for floo travel, as the hanging pot would suggest. The guard whom had traveled with them moved to the manager and gave a bow and salute before approaching and speaking in hurried and low tones with a number of hand gestures that probably were to clarify what he was saying.

The manager waved the soldier off, and once he and the teller were gone did the lone goblin turn his steely gaze onto the group of them.

"Please," he gestured to the chairs, "have a seat. I am afraid that these proceedings may take a bit longer than they were first intended to."

"Why would that be," Dan asked as he made certain all were seated before he was. The kids on a loveseat, and his wife in a chair to one side and he off to the other.

"And you are?"

"Dan Granger and this is my wife Emma, and our daughter Hermione. Harry has asked that we come with him," the man said his body language preparing for a defensive or offensive move if need be.

"Very well, Mr. Granger," he replied as he steepled his fingers and looked over the group once more. "Young Mr. Potter was to be brought to me when he first came to the bank so I could go over his finances with him. However since it seems he has not been receiving our correspondence it brings up a very big issue in our security. Also with your young daughter crashing into him, as I am sure you noticed, it brings up another issue. For that this meeting will take a bit longer, as we are waiting on a person that needs to be here, and will do not only her best for Mr. Potter, but will also do her best to keep it from reaching the news and causing him more grief over the situation.

"So you understand that we are not being remiss in these proceedings, let me assure you that I have all of the young mister Potter's accounts and holdings here with me. Since it was a foregone conclusion that he would be coming to school this year, and thus need to come to the bank, I have had all files brought here." The goblin then looked down to the key and the letter that was placed on his desk, his gnarled finger pointing but not touching the letter, but a fire being lit in his eyes just seeing the address.

A green light from the fireplace and a rather tall and stern looking woman with a monocle stepped forth from it. Turning she used her wand to move the grate back into place to lock the floo. Only then did she look at the group assembled.

"I apologize for my tardiness, but the minister did not really want to leave my office," she said to the goblin. "Now then, your message said that this was urgent?"

"Madame Bones," the goblin said and nodded an acknowledgement to the woman, before looking back to the group at large. "Madame Bones is head of the Department of Magical law Enforcement. None of you are in any trouble, others however will be." Then he looked back to the woman and gestured to each person in turn as he introduced them, "Dan Granger, Hermione Granger, Emma Granger, and Harry Potter," he said getting a grin on his face as the older witch's monocle dropped from her face to dangle at her breast.

"Now that we are all here, if Madame Bones would take a seat we shall begin the proceedings," the goblin said with a chuckle. "I am the head manager of this bank, which for all that garbage they will teach you of goblins in school, makes me also their king. I am handling this personally because of your parents, and matters surrounding what had occurred.

"To start with Harry, happy eleventh birthday, welcome to the magical side of Britain, and all the joy of returning to where you rightfully belong." Opening a drawer he pulled out a file folder and set it on the desktop.

"With that out of the way we now move onto other sadder things. Director bones, in your official capacity now I would like you to bear witness to all that is going to be said here, I also ask for you to press charges where need be, and help bring justice to young mister Potter," he said with a touch of venom to his voice.

"Very well Bank Manager Ragnarok, I shall begin to take notes on the proceedings with your permission," she said bringing out a scroll of parchment and a quill that hovered over the page to begin writing what was said.

"Indeed, please go ahead, and also when this is done you will want to make a few copies of that as well as your memories to store in differing locations. One of which I suggest being my office here, as it is quite secure."

"Wh-what is all this about?" Harry couldn't help but stammer out. All he was supposed to do was pull some money and make an inquiry as to what he had and then leave the bank and start talking with Hermione about what she knew so far.

"It is all about you." The goblin said pointing one finger at him for a brief moment before back at the papers before him, "and what was done or not done for you. First point, on October thirty-first nineteen eighty-one, the Dark Lord entered your parents hiding place and killed them, and tried to kill you. Somehow the spell rebounded and he was slain instead, but instead of just dying his body vanished. That very night you vanished from the magical world, until now.

"Your parents placed a will with us, and a copy with the ministry. The will over there was sealed by the Chief Warlock, and never read. As we have the original and we are the mediators of the wills in the magical world, would you care to have the will read now?" The goblin looked to Harry, hoping he would agree to it.

"Yes," the green eyed boy responded quietly, while his bushy haired friend had her arm on him and held one of his hands in a comforting way.

"Very good, let it be so noted in your transcripts that the heir of the Potter family has chosen to hear the last testament of his parents." With a nod from the stern woman the goblin held the will up and ran a claw over the wax seal. For everything in the world what happened next was amazing and at the same time terrifying.

The wax seal seemed to bleed off the paper and hang in the air before the paper itself shifted into a perfect sphere that the wax then formed over and took the shape of a face, his father's face, and then it spoke.

"This is the last will and testament of James and Lily Potter. This will was made October twenty-ninth in the year nineteen eighty-one, and is the original. A paper copy will be sent via the goblins to the Ministry for their files.

If it is that I have died and yet my wife and son have lived on they shall inherit everything. My son, Harry, shall take up the mantle of Lord upon reaching his age of majority." The face then shifted to that of his mother's.

"If I also perish, then Harry will need to be raised by one of the following: His Godmother Alice Longbottom, His Godfather Sirius Black with the help and aid of Remus Lupin, our long time friend Minerva McGonagall, or with a woman we have both come to respect and trust Amelia Bones. Under no circumstances is our child to go to my sister and her family the Dursleys, unless my sister has divorced Vernon Dursley and cut all ties with his family. Even if that has occurred one of the above should check in on our boy monthly, as my sister can be quite spiteful and hold a grudge. If he is there hearing this, know that we do love you Harry, and we hope that you need not hear this at all." Once more it morphed back into his father.

"If both of us have died, these are our wishes. As well as the added stipulation that Harry should begin the process of handling all finances and living on the estate no later than his thirteenth birthday. Living with those we have chosen we know that he will grow into a fine young man, and have the skills needed by that age to begin not living on his own, but understanding what his role in the world is.

"We leave a generous allowance of three hundred galleons a month to whomever has to care for our son. Sirius should receive one million galleons, the same for Remus along with deed for The Seaside Shack.

"We also wish it known that if anyone got to us under the fidelius charm that was cast, that we were betrayed. The caster of the spell was Albus Dumbledore, and the secret Keeper was Peter Pettigrew. So if we died in Godric's Hollow those two are possible traitors.

"Here ends the last will and testament." Then as the wax began to melt and drip once more, one last things that was heard in unison from his parents, "We love you Harry, and are proud of you no matter what you choose to do with your life. We hope you find love like we did!"

Harry's eyes and face were wet with the silent tears he had shed. There it was, said right there for him to hear, he was never to have gone to his aunt and uncle's. Taking the back of his sleeve he wiped his face.

"I was never supposed to go to my Aunt and Uncle," he said stunned by this. Giving voice to it he looked at everyone there, "but that is where live."

"This brings us to the other reason that Director Bones was brought in. When Miss Granger collided with you in the bank lobby, your shirt lifted enough for one of our guards to count five ribs up, and see some of the bruises that you have. It was also quite obvious to him that the Grangers had also seen it, and were trying to gauge the situation as well." He looked from the now embarrassed youth to Bones. "Director Bones, as it is obvious now that the wishes of the Potters have been sealed and ignored, I ask on behalf of the young man that justice be done. Please cast the spell to create a document of his physical health, to be taken to someone that you can trust at Saint Mungo's for determination on how to heal him."

For her part Amelia was stunned, and felt ill. Here she knew Albus had sealed the will, but to now know that he had known that Sirius wasn't the secret keeper, and that the man had been sent to Azkaban for that crime of betrayal. She would have to read the transcripts and see if they had used the truth potion at all, or since Albus would have been in charge if there was even a trial.

"Harry," the stern woman said as she stood up and faced him and Hermione, " I need you to stand up for me. The spell I am going to cast will conjure a sheaf of parchment, and on that will be written a number of things. Such as any illnesses you have had, vaccines, injuries, and your general health, and while I am sure you have dealt a bit with your fame since coming here, I know a healer who works very closely with me on child abuse and neglect cases that could be high profile. She will keep everything quiet while we help you through this, if you let us."

Still stunned by the revelations and not too certain he wanted to go through with this, he was even more startled when the world paused.

"Harry," the girl holding him said. "I know you don't want to do this, but you really should."

"Did you," he turned to her quickly shocked by the fact she may have paused the world.

"Yes, I put us on pause." She shifted a bit an looked at him seriously, "you have a chance to change your living situation. Fatima made certain that I would have access to some of the abilities, but once we made contact, it unlocked almost everything to me. She did that because she wasn't certain if you would be able to get away from Hagrid in order to meet me right now. This way if it took until the train I could pause things and find you and talk to you before things got out of hand."

"Out of hand, you mean like this," he asked gesturing about.

"Take a deep breath Harry. I know this is all very new stuff, it is to me too. Just remember what the tutorial said, save often and always pause to give yourself time to think over your options." Harry mumbled something in response as he looked away from her. "What was that? You were mumbling."

"I skipped the tutorial," he said knowing she would get it out of him sooner or later.

"Oh Harry," she sighed.

"I knew you would do it anyway."

"Yes, but that does not mean that I got all the same information as you. For instance, I do not think that they gave you information on how a witch changes physically with her magic during puberty." It was evil but she couldn't help but grin watching him turn crimson with embarrassment. "Yes I have been back longer, but this has only given me time to go through my own past, and what happened in our first year last time."

"You haven't looked at the other years yet?"

"Not yet, and you will not be unlocking all of those memories at once either," she said giving him the eye. "Trust me when I say one year is quite enough to go through, and more than headache inducing. Thankfully the Occlumency has helped in sorting through things, but even so, it takes time to go through and understand what happened and how we can use the information to our advantage."

"So, I am going to have to do the tutorial aren't I?"

"Yes, but not right now. It requires time to actually be moving in order to get through things. So you will have to do that later. Right now however I think you need to be prepared to stand up and have this scan done," she looked at him worriedly. "I know you don't want to, but if it can get you away from those people sooner, then you should do it. The fact that your parents did not want you there, and everything else that has happened to you there, means that you should be removed from them."

"Yeah, but where will I go?" he asked the feeling of hopelessness closing in on him.

"Do you trust me Harry?"

"Yes."

"Good, then do that." With a quick hug, she looked at him again, "I'm going to start things again, so be ready."

He began to nod as time started up again and slowly he stood up. With a few steps away from the loveseat he let the woman cast the spell upon him.

It felt like a splash of lukewarm water had seeped into him, all the way to his very center. Once it had sat in his core for a few moments it began to travel through his veins and arteries, circulating through him over and over again. Bits of it stayed behind at each injury he could recall having, the blow to the head, a broken wrist, the bruises, the broken ribs, and the list went on until finally the magic seemed to warm and melt away from him. With a look towards Director Bones, he was about to ask a question, but seeing the thin line her lips were pressed into and the seriousness of her face he decided to hold off.

"Thank you Harry, you may have a seat again." Taking the parchment she sat back down and kept looking at things while the Bank manager began to speak once more.

"Mr. Potter, as it seems you have not been getting the mail we have been sending to you, we would like to remedy this. In order to do so we need to use your blood to verify you are who you say you are, as well as to go around any spells that have been cast on you or your residence that would be causing you to not receive your mail."

"I have to cut myself?"

"No," the goblin said and gestured him to stand up and come towards the desk. "All that knife cutting and such is long in the past. We also do not use the barbaric blood quills that used to be favored in times gone by, and are now a banned item. One of our muggleborns that work for us happens to be diabetic, and as such has got us a lancet device that pricks your finger in a sterile manner. You then press that drop onto this square of onyx. The enchantments on this will then send the information to this enchanted quill and parchment and write up your lineage. The information will then be placed into your vault after myself and one of our lineage personnel go over it. We like to double check that you are getting the vaults you should."

"So I would know right away of anything?"

"Quite simply, no. We want to verify the information, and since your blood is on the page we can test the inherent magic that is held therein against the keys of the vaults you might be able to claim. If it is true that the vault recognizes your magical signature, then we will contact you with what the holding of the added account is." Slowly his eyes moved over to Hermione, "I would suggest that even if you are muggleborn, you consider taking a lineage test from us at some point. Right now we have a great many vaults that are sealed as inactive, and the ministry is not happy that we refuse to empty them into their coffers. It is our hope that many of the lines may come back to us through muggleborns such as you through long dormant squib lines that were forced into the non-magical side of Britain."

Very carefully he did as was instructed, and then he returned to the seat to be held by Hermione. This was a lot more than the simple change he had thought he was going to be making.

Being the woman she was, Emma could no longer stop herself and her curiosity. Quietly she rose up and wandered over to where Amelia was still reading the parchment aghast, and began to read while standing next to her. To say she was angry and shocked would have been a colossal understatement. Never before had she wanted to kill someone, but now for the first time she had people she thought deserved it.

For his part in all of this the goblin sat there with a straight face, while internally he was preparing a list of who was going to be needed when the time came to take accounts and close them down to pay for reparations to this young man. Most witches and wizards made certain to make payments to them on time, or to sell items to them to cover the cost of things, because a group of hardened goblin warriors showing up to repossess things was too frightening for words. For some who had taken from this boy and illegally sold them off, there would be a reckoning like no other. Family heirlooms would need to be sought out and brought back to their rightful owner, and those that had taken them would have to be brought in and gift wrapped for Director Bones.

As the parchment began to write upon itself in the young lord's blood he blinked. Oh this was going to have to be checked and verified, but as much as he wanted to do it right now, it was not the time.

"Well you do seem to indeed be Harry James Potter, heir to the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter. Having this verified I can grant you the information that at present you have ten thousand galleons in your trust fund. How much would you care to withdraw?"

This proclamation had Dan in a coughing fit, and Hermione sitting bug eyed, but Amelia and Emma were too busy pointing at things on the parchment they were looking at and plotting in quiet whispers to one another to care about money.

"That is all I have, so I shouldn't take too much," he said more or less to himself causing the goblin to let out an actual laugh.

"No, this is not all you have. This is merely your trust fund, your yearly allowance if you will. This money will be refreshed to this amount every year on your birthday. The Potter accounts are worth far more than this mere pocket change to them." He chuckled some more at the stunned look on the faces of the three that were paying attention to him. "Now then, how much would you like?"

"Um," he pondered over everything. If he took a bunch he could get new clothes, a batter trunk and supplies than he had last go around. It would be worth it, as well as the extra books he could purchase so as to explain away how he knew certain spells and the like. "I think I will take two thousand. That should cover new clothes and supplies, as well as give me some spending money through the school year."

The goblin nodded in approval, "very good. I am glad to hear you will be getting yourself some good clothes, and might I recommend that you get yourself a wand holster. Not many kids get them, but they are much safer than how many students carry their wands, and helps to keep them from getting misplaced or broken."

"Thank you, I will make sure we both get them," he said grinning as he looked to his best friend.

"Now then, ladies?" he called to the women, only to be ignored. After a moment he slammed his fist on the desk, and that caused them both to jump. "Now that I have your attention," he said with a grin. "I am understanding by your body language that what is on there is not very good. I suggest that we begin moving on that at this time, and finding a suitable place for the young lord in question to live."

"I refuse to let this boy out of my sight," Emma said with a conviction that surprised her daughter. "From what I am reading here I am, I am, oh there are no words for how I feel about those monsters!" Taking a deep breath she looked at Bones and then to Ragnarok, "my husband and I are already cleared to be foster parents. We have gone to the yearly classes and workshops as well, not only to keep up with it, but also to be there just in case. Now I want to put us forth to be considered for him."

"You have classes for that?" Bones was stunned. She had seen children abused but they always went to family, and in some cases sadly right back to their abusive parents who learned to hide it better.

"Yes, we do. We do not believe in letting a child go back to their abusers, especially for this amount of abuse. This is unheard of!" she said gesturing to the parchment.

"Well it would be safer having him stay in the non-magical world until school starts. I will get in touch with a few contacts I have and see if we can get things moved through so that you can have non-magical custody of Harry, if he is alright with that?" She smiled as he nodded in stunned approval of the idea. "Very well. Then the only thing to be settled is finding out if anyone actually has custody of him in the legal sense." For this she turned her attention to the goblin.

"Oh he has a guardian for the magical world," the goblin said getting an evil grin on his face, "Seems the Chief Warlock Albus Dumbledore gave himself magical custody of Mr. Potter."

Amelia couldn't help but groan. There was no way she would could get away from the fact that this all looked really bad, and had conflict of interest written all over it.

"Did he at least give non-magical custody to his relative, though he should not have?"

"No, the only legal guardian of Mr. Potter is one, Albus Dumbledore," the goblin said with a savage grin.

"So we can take Harry home with us after we finish shopping?" Hermione asked full of hope.

"As much as I would love to let you do so, he must go back to his current residence," the Director of Law enforcement began. "I know it does not seem right or fair, but the fact of the matter is, if his relatives wanted to they could make your parent's life very hard because he is a blood relation. So he must return to them, however if you will let me Mr. Potter, I would like to cast a charm on you. This one would let me know the moment they begin to abuse or neglect you. In turn this would allow me to get a couple of muggle law enforcement to join me in going to your place of residence on an anonymous tip, where we would then be able to remove you legally from the home."

"How long would that take?" Dan asked worried for the boy his daughter was making a very fast friendship with.

"A day or two," Harry said with a sad shrug.

"Oh Harry," Hermione said and hugged him tighter, but easing up when she heard him suck in a sharp breath from a bruise she had squeezed too hard.

"Do you think you can hold out that long harry?" Emma asked as she looked over at the young man.

"Yeah, I can handle it," he said feeling quite uncomfortable with all of them staring at him.

"Mr. Potter," the goblin interjected placing a pouch on the desk, "here is your money pouch. Because it has so much in it, when you go to pay place your hand into it, and think about how much you need. The enchantments on the bag will place the right amount in your hand, this way you will not have to dig about for the proper coins. Now that we have your proper magical signature we will be able to send you a bank statement that you should have received for this month.

"While I am certain you will have questions about what has been going on with the withdrawals that have been happening, all I can say is that your magical guardian has been doing things in what was supposed to be your best interest. As this is quite obviously not the case, and seems to have never been the case, we shall be taking note of what he has removed, and where it has gone. Once this list is compiled and you are able to come in we shall go over it. If you want money to have gone where he placed it, then it will stay, but if you do not agree then notices shall be sent."

"Is there a way to stop him from being my magical guardian?" Harry asked, hoping that he could change it so Dumbledore couldn't take money from him without his permission.

"There is," the goblin said happy to see the young man was a quick thinker. "You need to find someone, witch or wizard, that would be willing to take up that position."

"Director Bones," Dan said looking at the woman, "Harry's parents had placed you as someone they would have wanted to raise their son. Would you be willing to allow us non-magical custody, while you take us the role as magical guardian not just for Harry but for our daughter as well?"

"Please," Emma added looking to the woman, "this is the first we have heard of a magical guardian. It seems that it might be something we need, and we would rather a trustworthy person on the right side of the law take that mantle up, than some random person who may not even contact us."

"I would be honored," she finally managed to get out. "as a magical guardian, if anything happens while these two are at school I will be notified, and then it becomes my job to notify you." Rolling up the offensive scroll of abuse and neglect she slowly got to her feet. Placing the roll in her robes she moved over to stand before the two children.

"Now then, I need each of you to take one of my hands," she said with a kind smile. Both followed her instructions, and she let slip the stern façade she had to wear for work. "I Amelia Bones do hear by accept these two children, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, as my magical charges. I swear to do what is in the best interest of them and their families, so mote it be." With the words said there was a coiling of light from around both of her hands that then reached out and wrapped around each of the hands she held, sealing when she was finished with a flash.

"Congratulations you are both now under the magical guardianship of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Bones," the goblin said with a frightening looking grin. He knew that Dumbledore was not going to know about the transfer of guardianship until he tried to come to the bank to pull more money, and that would be quite some time since the man was on the continent dealing with the ICW. "Now then Mr. Potter, you should take your key, and head with the Grangers to get your supplies. This letter with its offensive addressing that should have alerted someone to what was going on, will go with Director Bones as evidence."

"Thank you," Harry said both to the goblin and to Madame Bones. "Thank you for everything." Then taking his key he placed it into his bag.

QUEST COMPLETE: Separate from Hagrid to do your own banking 1000 EXP

QUEST COMPLETE: Meet Soul Mate 10,000 EXP

QUEST COMPETE: Get a new magical guardian 10,000 EXP

GAINED NEW LEVELS 12

GAINED POINTS FOR SKILL GRID 21

With that the family plus Harry left the office to head out and begin the school shopping. Behind them they left two people who were going to have to have a long talk in their own time about what to do with the nasty case that was beginning to pile up against one Albus Dumbledore.