Chapter 1

Harry Potter was 21 years old, after the war he started working in the department of law enforcement in the ministry of magic, even though he was still so young he would go up in ranks very fast, his experience and his intuition helped him with that. He was at the right place at the right time (as if Fate had something to do with it).

He finished his report on the case of a fugitive that was smuggling illegal ingredients in the black wizarding market. He decided to visit his girlfriend Ginny, knowing she was home at her mums (AN: is it spelled right? Sorry guys English is not my first language), at that time of the day, he finished earlier than usual. Before he left one of his co-workers called him over.

"Hey Harry could you tell Ron to finish his report? He wasn't at work today so maybe go check on him before you go home."

Harry looked perplexed but nodded "I didn't know he wasn't at work, we got to the ministry together like we usually do".

"Don't know what he has been up to lately but it has been a while since he has showed up." The co-worker waved at him before going back to his back and writing other reports and sending them to the other offices.

Harry started to worry and hurried to the apparition point in the ministry so he could apparate to the outskirts of the Burrow just a few meters away from the wards the Weasleys have put up with the help of their son Bill.

When he got there, he walked briskly to the crooked house the Weasleys called home, as he approached the window he heard angry voices coming from an open window in the kitchen, Harry stopped to listen.

Ginny, Molly and Ron were sitting at the dining table "Mom when will the new batch of Amortentia be prepared? Harry stopped being such a dotting boyfriend and keeps spending time with the mudblood Granger and talking about he."

Harry was shocked at hearing those words coming from his sweet Ginny's mouth, he was in disbelief that the Weasley family would stoop so low to use love potions to gain his attention, he tried to calm himself and to keep listening to come at the bottom of this.

"I know, I know my darling daughter, after this last dose he will be so dazed in love with you and this family that he will do whatever we tell him." Her mother told Ginny greedily "We will get everything we always dreamed of in our lives, the Weasley family will have prestige, fame and everything the other pureblood families have stolen from us." Molly started daydreaming of what she will do with all the money Harry will hand them over after drinking the love potion mixed with a strong loyalty potion, slavery potion and others, she hopped that with Harry being so dosed in potions he won't have so much luck anymore in surviving everything the Universe is throwing at him and surviving.

"I'm so glad Herms decided to take the lineage ritual at Gringotts, who would have guessed that she was the descendant of Dagworth-Granger. He has patented so many of the potions he invented that she inherited a fortune from him, make a potion like the one you're making for her too, so when she goes to the ministry for work while she is working on some new potions/spells she could have an accident and die, the mudblood doesn't deserve that kind of money and fame." Said Ron eating some of the delicious food Molly has made for him, while he was talking he had his mouth full so some food spit out of his mouth and landed on the table and some on Molly's shirt and apron.

Molly grimaced at the display "Yes how very true, she will be a bonus into this family till she is alive and writes her will that everything goes to you my sweet Ron. And to think that we were supposed to split everything with Dumbledore after Harry died, but the boy had so much luck he still didn't die, I'm glad Dumbledore is dead so we don't have to split anything with him it's all ours and we can do whatever we want". They started to laugh unaware of Harry listening to every word they said.

Harry was fuming he was so angry that his magic swirled around him, the rage and magic were so intense that the effects of Amortentia and the other potions that were still in his body evaporated in an instant. He growled in anger but stormed away from the house he once thought as his second home, his first was Hogwarts, he thought he had a loving and accepting family there. He trusted the Weasley family and Albus too many fucking names Dumbledore.

He walked to the apparition point and went to Gringotts "Greetings master teller, I'm here to see my account manager for some documents". Harry was escorted to his account manager, he forgot that it was Ragnok the bank director. "Thank you master teller; may your enemies drop dead at your feet and your vaults flow with gold". Even if Harry was pissed he was polite with the goblins even more after destroying it to get the horcrux out of Bellatrix Lestrange vault. Some of the tellers were surprised at his greetings and how he ended his speech with them, because not many witches or wizards were this polite and not after infiltrating a bank and destruction of it, plus stealing from them, even though it was to save the world.

When Ragnok saw him, he was surprised because after taking some compensation from the Potter's and Granger's vault, Harry nor Hermione went inside the bank.

"Greetings mister Potter how may I be of service today?" He asked him politely though still being a bit angry at the whole ordeal of what has happened.

"Greetings King Ragnok, I'm here to get access to the Potter family vault, I do not have the key, I believe the late Albus too many effing names Dumbledore had it and didn't give it to me after his death."

"Very well follow me, we may have to go even further than your trust vault so be prepared for that."

As they used the cart to get to the lowest bowels of the bank to get to his vault, Harry saw at least 2 dragons guarding some of the levels. When they reached the vault, he saw that there were just 6 vault doors, one had the name Merlin on it, the other 4 were of the Hogwarts founders and then there was Pervell/Potter vault, he never knew that his family was so old.

"Here we are mister Potter please take your time while in there, and try to clear your mind."

Ragnok made some hand movements and the door to the vault opened after he instructed Harry to put his hand on the door, Harry felt a sting on his palm, after he took the hand off the vault door he saw the wound healing in an instant, and a new vault key appeared in Ragnok's clawed hand.

"Here you go mister potter your new vault key." Harry took and nodded his thanks before going inside the vault, Ragnok called the cart driver to keep guard while he went back to his office.

As he entered the vault he was surprised of how much stuff he had in there, now after all the potions were out of his system he understood why he never went inside the vault with Hermione to catalogue everyone, his mind felt so free, and in need of knowledge and learning more about his parents and the Potter line.

When he looked around he found his parent trunks, but one stood out from the rest and it was the Pervell/Potter trunk, it was in an old style, when he tried to open it he felt a sting on his thumb, and then the trunk opened with a click, he lifted the lid and inside he found a book/journal "Pervell/Potter Grimoire"

Harry knew he saw the name on the gravestone in Godric Hollow when he was there with Hermione all those years ago in the search for Horcruxes, he just didn't know he was a direct descendant from them.

He opened the Grimoire and looked at some pages when one spell caught his eyes, it was about going back in time 'If I go back in time I could save Sirius, Dobby and the others.' Harry though, in the Grimoire it said that he could go back 13 years, Harry would have to make a potion and chant tergum in tempus three times, a purple light should come out of his wand after he drank the potion if everything would go according to plan, he would have to repeat all of his Hogwarts years but he would make sure to study as much as he could and be a better friend to Hermione, she didn't deserve what happened to her.

Harry thought if he should contact Hermione and tell her what happened or just do everything alone.

In the end he decided he would just go back in time and fix everything and give a piece of his mind to Albus too many fucking names Dumbledore.

As Harry exited the bank with the Grimoire in hand he apparated back at Grimuald place took some Firewiskey and took some gulps of the liquor, he sighed softly thinking of all the things he missed because of Dumbledore and some of the Weasleys.

Harry opened the Grimoire to the page of the potion and spell combination, he saw he had every ingredient at Grimuald Place, and he went to work, after a few hours, the potion was complete, he drank a cup of the potion and started chanting "tergum in tempus" three times, purple smoke started to come out of his wand it surrounded him, he felt pain all over his body like he was being stabbed by tiny needles but it soon stopped and he passed out.

He woke up at the sound of jumping on the "rooftop" and then heard his cousin shouts, he put his glasses on and looked around, then he remembered what happened, he was in his "bedroom" under the stairs at 4 Private Drive, when his aunt opened the cupboard door he got out and looked at the calendar, he saw it was his birthday July 1988 he had to be very quiet and do what his relatives told him because from past experiences whenever it was his birthday and he did something his relatives deemed freakish he would get a beating for his present. He did all the chores and made food for his family.

Harry decided that evening when everyone was too concentrated on the tv or other things around the house, he would take some money from his uncle and some food from the kitchen plus some of his clothes and run away.

At 12 am when everyone was asleep he went with his plan, got to the upper floor, got Dudley's backpack and the other stuff he decided to take with him, even if Harry was 8 years old he looked way smaller, he had to walk around without being seen because if the police found him he would be sent beck to his relatives and there would be hell to pay for running away, somehow he managed to get to London in 4 days when he saw the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron he went in because he was so small no one paid too much attention to him, he waited patiently in the shadows for someone to enter or exit the passage to Diagonally he run in and in the direction of the bank

When he reached the bank, he bowed to teller and asked if he could speak to the Potter accountant manager, the teller was a bit sceptical at first but asked Harry if he could give him some few of drops of his blood so he could verify if it was him, after that was confirmed, the teller asked for another goblin to take Harry to Ragnok, he looked around where they were going, when they stopped at a massive ornate door, when it opened harry saw a huge goblin wearing expensive clothes and jewellery, on the walls were some battle scenes, Harry bowed to Ragnok.

He was surprised to see such a small child carrying such a big backpack but said nothing about it.

"Greetings mister Potter, can I ask you how come you haven't answered to any of my letters to you in the last year that the bank has sent you?

Harry looked surprised "Y… You have been sending me letters? I haven't received any, no one would send a freak like me anything". Harry said in a soft voice

Ragnok growled and swore in Gobbledegook "Who dares to say that to the last hair of the Ancient and Noble house of Pervell/Potter?" Harry looked surprised because he didn't know the Potters were considered one of the Ancient and Noble houses. "Ummm sir, till 4 days ago I was living with the Dursley family, I couldn't take the treatment anymore and I escaped, I was careful that the police wouldn't find me because otherwise they would have taken me back to them." Harry started crying.

Ragnok was furious now because he remembered what his parents wanted before his death. He called another goblin, when he was there the director asked to call…

AN: And I will leave it here, sorry for the cliff-hanger will post soon I promise.