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Inspirations for this fanfiction are mostly: Out of the night by Raining Ink, The Return of the Ancient House of Black by Vahirum and, The green in the Grey by TheBlack´sResurgence.

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Neptune.

It was groggily and reluctant that the five-and-a-half-year-old Harry Potter woke up in his room at Wilsons Orphanage in London. He got up after lying in his bed for another five minutes. You see, everyone at Wilsons Orphanage found that Harry Potter was a weird kid from the way he got to the Orphanage, With a letter that only told the Matron his date of birth and his Name, to the freakish things that seemed to always happen around him, like that one time were Bobby Smith, who was two years older and way bigger than Harry, tried to mock and push him because he always looked weird being so scrawny and looking almost malnourished but it did not work and instead it was Bobby that laid on the ground with a wound on his head and crying.

But today Harry just wanted out, to go outside in the cold winter and relish the wind and anonymity of the streets of London.

So an Hour and another useless fight against his seemingly untamable hair five-year-old Harry Potter walked around London until he did something different than he always did and walked another route, he felt like exploring today. He walked just like almost he always did just another way and in the meanwhile, he enjoyed the cold wind on his face which was another thing freakish about him but it did not seem to be the freakiest thing on the street, there was this weird looking pub, very dingy with a worn-out shield saying "The Leaky Cauldron."

Something seemed to pull him towards this shabby pub, a feeling you could say, so young Harry Potter walked inside only to see weird people milling around in dresses, even the men! He wanted to walk out again so without turning walked slowly backward, at least that was what he wanted to do, he ran into an intimidating old man, he looked to be around fifty with still blond hair and mesmerizing blue eyes that in a way reminded Harry of his green ones.

"Are you alone?" asked the man in a low voice, Harry doubting his ability to talk right now just nodded, "follow me then we will find your parents" not waiting for an answer the man pulled Harry along and out of the dingy pub to stop in front of a brick wall Harry found his words again "I live in an orphanage I don't have parents." The man looked at him as if almost judging him "then how do you know about magic?" He asked "Magic isn't real" Harry immediately countered.

"Then how do explain this?" asked the man and tapped the wall with a stick that seemed to appear in the man's hand. Harry was about to ask what he expected to happen but was stunned into silence, the wall move and formed into an archway that seemed to be leading to a beautiful alleyway bustling with even more people in dresses like in the Pub. They stepped in and after five minutes of staring around the man asked him "What is your name?"

"Harry James Potter" Harry absentmindedly answered not noticing the man's sharp intake of breath "and yours?" Harry asked "August Greengrass" answered the man still looking at him weirdly before speaking "come to the bank with me we need to talk!"

And so Harry and August ended in Gringotts bank as August explained upon entering. "Goblin!" the weird-looking creature looked at August "get me an inheritance goblin and a private room!" The Goblin started speaking in a strange language to another Goblin and so they were beckoned to follow and ended in a meeting room that had a big desk on which laid a bowl and some pieces of weird paper. The walls were decorated with beautiful swords and pieces of armor. The Goblin behind the desk started talking to them, this time thankfully in English "My name is Bloodfang what seems to be the problem, Lord Greengrass?"

"I found this boy lost in the Leaky Cauldron and he claims to be an Orphan bearing the name Harry James Potter!"

the Goblin took a sharp breath and looked at him before speaking "I need your hand young Heir." Harry looked strangely at being called heir having little to no idea of what it meant but complied, two seconds later and he tried to pull back, there was a weird stinging sensation on his index finger but it was too late a drop of blood fell into the Bowl on the desk

"my apologies young Hier but this is a safety precaution to check if someone is who he claims to be" Harry was unconvinced until the Goblin started reading from the parchment looking paper "Harry James Potter born on the 31st of July 1980 to James Fleamont Potter and Lily Potter nee Evans, brother of Fleamont Charles Potter." Harry was in shock, he had a brother "do my parents and brother still live?" "Yes" answered August before the Goblin could "why am I in an Orphanage then?" asked Harry becoming slightly agitated with tears beginning to fall.

"That I do not know but I intend to find out" answered a distraught looking Goblin but before he continued August said something that in an afterthought was extremely reckless of him "Harry until we find out why you were left at an Orphanage I could take you with me it is certainly better than the Orphanage based on how you are looking." Harry looked at him for a moment before completely startling the old man and hugging him while sobbing loudly.

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After an extra two hours of spending time and eating with Harry all the while answering his questions about his family and the wizarding world, August laid a sleeping Harry in the guest room of Greengrass-Schloss in the German forest. He had to make a floo-call, "Greengrass-Manor!"

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Next Chapters will be more interesting!

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Neptune.