"Hedwig! No!" Harry screamed as he watched her body fall. The end of an era as he watched his first friend be hit with the green light of hateful death. What Harry Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World, didn't know was that he was about to join her. Not in death, but in starting over. A vibrantly bright orange spell collided with a red one and an electric blue swirl as they were making their way to Harry's back. He was bent over, grieving his familiar, when he blinked and it all changed. Gone was the storming night, the screams and orders being bellowed. Here there was calm humming and soft light. Spinning, looking everywhere for the danger he was sure to find, Harry James Potter found himself face to face with the same being his beloved owl had just left, not that he knew that.
"Harry, my dear, come here. We, and your parents as well, need to speak with each other," the being's voice was like a hundred mothers looking after their sick son, and a thousand fathers comforting his crying daughter.
As Harry took a closer look around, he saw a red haired woman with his eyes and a hazel eyed man with his hair. They looked like they did in the photo that Hagrid had given him. It was surreal how unchanged they were, even though it was really only a year or so later they had died. Even still, it's like they were returned to the prime of their lives.
"Prongslet, come. Sit with us. There is a lot you need to see," James Potter said, sitting on the couch next to the being's chair.
Lily sat next to her husband and just watched her son with a knowing glint in her eye. There wasn't a thing that could hide from her watching gaze.
As Harry sat on the cushy chair in front of the three, the being started to pour cups of tea for everyone.
"Your beloved familiar was here seconds ago. She was sent back to when you first met her. You will be sent back to that time as well, but we have quite a bit to show you," the being placed a cup of tea in front of the anxious boy.
"Hadrian, Harry, my son, the people you trusted, quite a few of them didn't have your best interest at heart. Nor did they care about you. I know you don't like or want to hear this, but you have to see these things," Lily Potter looked imploringly at her only child.
At Harry's nod, instances from when Harry first started showing signs of magic and metamorphism to when he died showed in the space between the four. Having his magic bound by the headmaster, to being obliviated of his right to being the Heir and Lord of multiple houses, on many different occasions. Watching Ron tell Dumbles about his new scars and abuse and what not, watching them get paid to abandon him and lead him to dangerous situations. So many things were wrong and yet everything made complete sense after he thought about it.
"Does this mean that my magic and abilities and everything will be unblocked? And what of the soul piece in my scar? And how can we save Tom from everything that's been done to him? And Snape, what can I do for him?" Harry worried for the people that the old goat had manipulated and lied to.
"Well, the first answer is easy. You'll get your abilities and powers back. The other answers are harder. You can only do so much for them," the being said.
"That isn't good enough. They need to know. They deserve to know" Harry said, his will stronger than anything.
"You can show them and tell them and hope they understand, but Severus was made bitter by not being able to apologise. I wouldn't allow him to. I didn't think he could change," Lily laid her hand on her son's shoulder.
"Tom is too damaged to save at this time. When you get his diary, you can use that to save him. But not before and not after," Death explained.
"As for your scar? That piece will be merged with the diary upon your receiving the book. Otherwise the trauma would severely hurt you," James slipped in with that information as he grabbed Harry's hand. "And, think of this. You can save Sirius as soon as you meet the Weasley boy. Know that the oldest Weasley children, even Percy, are good people. They would make wonderful allies and friends"
Harry did smile at that.
"Now, if you want to completely fuck with that barmy old bastard, let Gerad, the Hat, sort you into Slytherin. Don't fight him. And remind him about the twins and Percy and how he wanted to sort them in the first place. Bring Neville with you as well," Lily loved how ambitious her son was and hated how he was forced to hide it.
"Now, we'll be sending you back now, remember this. You are only as strong as your weakest link. Not in power but in prowess. Neville is a fine example of that. When he comes into himself, no one can take him in politics. Drao would be a good one too if he matures properly," the starry being opened a swirling portal that would send him back to being an eleven year old child being abused.
Lily and James smiled as they faded from Harry's view.
Moments passed and he opened his eyes to the ceiling of his cupboard.
"Up! Get up! Now!" Aunt Petunia unlocked his cupboard door with a slam of the sliding lock and a hit to the door for extra emphasis.
His eyes slid to the door, a sneer Malfoy Senior would be proud of on his face. He moved to get ready in the cramped space when his aunt showed up outside the closed door again.
"Are you up yet?" her nasally voice demanded, her heeled foot tapping on the carpet edge.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia" Harry drew out the 's' just slightly, his sibilant parseltongue barely showing with his annoyance.
"Then get a move on boy! You're making breakfast today!" Petunia ripped the door open and stomped away. "You'd best not burn it either. I want everything perfect for Dudley's special day!"
Harry growled under his breath, low enough that the harpy horse faced woman couldn't hear and made his way to the kitchen to make a full English for the pigs.
Dudley's birthday. The day he got his first letter. He was going to make it his only letter from that ridiculous school. If he didn't need to get that bloody cursed diary next year, he would say stuff it and go to Durmstrang. He never would have chosen Hogwarts if he knew how poor the education was.
As he served up breakfast and got a smidgeon of food for himself. Enough where he wasn't hungry but not nearly enough that he needed for his age. They heard the mail flap bang and Harry went to get the mail without having to be told. He found his letter on the bottom of the pile and slipped into his still open cupboard before he went back to the dining table with their letters.
The coffee table in the living room was gone under the pile of gifts for Dudley and Harry knew there weren't enough for the young beached whale. Harry tuned out the tantrum until the adults started talking about what to do with him.
"I can go to the park and stay there," Harry suggested, knowing they would say no to any of his suggestions and take him with them to the zoo.
Harry was right, after having Vernon slam his head against the car door and threaten him, he was shoved in the back seat with Dudley and Piers Polkiss, one of Dudley's baby-gang members.
The day went exactly the same as before until it came to the Brazilian boa constrictor. Harry asked him if he was magical, and got a snake's equivalent of a shrug. The next thing Harry asked him was if he wanted to be a wizard's familiar. He got an affirmative hiss from the snake so he blasted some pure magic into the surrounding area to keep muggles away and to disrupt the muggle equipment.
After vanishing the glass and letting the snake slither up his arm and around his torso while shrinking down, Harry drew his magic back into himself. No one noticed and when the cameras came back, he was already with his relatives. The day went without a hitch and they went back home with no one seeing his new snake. The next day, he was left alone because Dudley was with his little gang of idiots and Vernon and Petunia were out for the day. Harry was able to slip away to Diagon Alley. The first place he went was Gringotts Bank for a new key and many other things.
"Greetings Teller, may your blade always be wet with your enemies blood," Harry greeted in a serious tone, his head bowed slightly.
"Well met human. What do you want?" the Teller stared down at the eleven year old's head.
"I need a new key and blood test for inheritances and magical disruptions. I have reason to believe a meddling old coot has messed with things ought not be messed with," Harry lifted his head to look the Teller in his eye. "And a full account audit for every single vault I own for theft of gold and heirlooms."
The goblin's eyes widened minutely and then he hit a rune on the underside of his desk. When a different goblin showed up, they conversed in their language. It was a gutural, growling tongue.
"Riphock will escort you to the head account manager. What is your name, human?" the Teller raised an eyebrow at him.
"I am Hdrian James Potter. The Last Potter," Harry wasn't sure why he added that last part but he felt a compulsion to.
Riphock inclined his head at Harry before escorting him to the silver door next to the far end of the Teller's desk, hidden from view of the other wizards and witches.
"I will be presenting you to Ragnock instead of the head account manager. If your insinuations are true, your accounts manager will no longer be a problem by the end of the day today, Lord Potter. Hopefully we can accomplish everything you require in house today. I'm assuming it would be best that no human know about this?" Riphock sent him a sideways look.
All Harry needed to do was nod in agreement with that assessment.
They walked a fair ways down the marble halls who's tapestries depicted the Warrior race as they used to be. Proud, powerful, and battle weary. The joy shown on their faces in the historical depictions contrasted to the miserable looks the tellers and cart runners wore today.
They stopped in front of a simple door with gold filigree words showing Ragnock; King of Goblins; Head of Gringotts Bank. Riphock rapped on the door once, thrice, and once again.
"Enter!" a rough voice called from behind the door.
As Riphock pushed the door open, Harry saw weapons in pristine condition, scales and weights, and many other things he couldn't recognize yet.
"Ragnock, Lord Potter is here with concerns and requests I and the Head Teller believe you should handle as King," Riphock bowed his head in respect to his king.
"Alright. Young Potter, come. Have a seat and tell me what you need and why," Ragnock turned his luminescent lime eyes on him.
"I need a new key and blood test for inheritances and magical disruption or interference. A full audit of all vaults and accounts in my name or to be inherited as well," Harry's eyes started glowing from rage. "I have reason to believe Albus Dumbledore has been stealing heirlooms, money, and rights from me as the Last Potter. I want retribution on him, Molly, Genevra, and Ronald Weasley. For current and future crimes against me and mine."
Ragnock nodded in understanding.
"We can use the inheritance to procure a new key and seal off access to vaults from everyone but those you deem worthy of it. We shall have to do the magical disruptions and interference test first so we can remove them before you do the inheritances test. Disruptions can influence or disqualify certain things," Ragnock explained as he sent Riphock to go and retrieve the potions and knives.
"I will tell you that I have a horcrux in my scar. It needs to stay because I will be getting a larger horcrux next year to resurrect Tom Marvolo Riddle. I plan to help him succeed in his original goals. Not what Bumblebore made him do," Harry sneered at the thought of what happened to Tom.
