Summary- Harry finds out some very shocking news from a letter from his mother. News that leads to Harry going to a whole new world? What will this whole new world hold for Harry? And how will the shocking news Harry find's out affect the new world he is in?
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or One piece nor do I make any profit off of either one of them.
Chapter two
It had been a little over a year since Harry had first gotten what he had taken to call The Letter from his mother, and since then the now seventeen-year-old teen had been through a lot. More so than most people ever go through, and certainly more than he had ever thought he would go through in that time period.
Currently, the war he had been fighting in when he had first got The Letter, and the war that had caused Harry to put the information the letter had given him aside, was now finally over. But when it came down to it, ending the war had cost Harry a lot more than he ever thought it would; more than he had been willing to lose in the first place. Much more.
It was because of that utter loss that ending the war didn't fill Harry with any sense of joy or accomplishment; like it seemed to do with everyone else. Not when he considered just how much said war had cost him and continued to think of how if he had done things differently perhaps, he wouldn't have lost as much. Survivor's guilt he was told it was called, before being told that he shouldn't feel that way. But how could he not?
First starting with, and worst off to Harry, was that just before Voldemort had finally been finished off once and for all, he had managed to fire one last spell. One not directed at Harry, like he had originally thought when he almost instinctively moved out of the way of said spell, but at his sister in all but blood; who had been fighting right at his side. Hitting her dead on before in a splash of crimson it had torn Hermione's life from her body.
The spell in question had cost Voldemort the last of his magic, but it had done what the dark lord had wanted and crushed Harry in a way he himself had never been able to; while alive that is. As said spell decapitated Hermione in an instant. Causing her blood to splatter all over Harry's face, as he brokenly looked at his now fallen sister's body.
Then, not only had Harry lost his sister, the only person Harry felt he could call family….at least in this world that is. Harry found out some even more crushing news, not long after the death of his sister.
Because not even a week after Voldemort had been declared dead, and only a day after Hermione had been buried, Harry overheard a conversation he knew that he shouldn't have. A conversation between several people he had thought of as his friends; almost as his family in fact.
These people were Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, and Arthur Weasley, all of whom had decided to harshly whisper in what they had thought was an abandon room of Hogwarts one night.
One where Harry came across when he had been wondering around the school thinking about what he should do next. And while doing so had almost ran into what he could tell was broken silencing cone.
One that had obviously been hastily put in place, only to not work properly because someone hadn't shut the door to the room they were in all the way. Which left the cone in question open to anyone who wanted to hear what was going on inside.
Honestly it really had only been by chance that Harry had been able to overhear them in the first place. Seeing as that night Harry had only been out there in the place he had been because he had once more been unable to sleep.
Which had caused him to decide to walk around the freshly repaired school. Hoping to keep his mind off of his darkening thoughts. He wasn't so lucky, as his thoughts only seemed to grow darker the further into the school he walked; and this wasn't helped in the least bit by what he heard.
The conversation in question had been one that had nearly broken all the trust Harry had in people altogether and did destroy the trust he had in the wizarding world as it was. Even if at the same time, overhear what he had, had been something that had actually answered quite a few questions that both Harry and Hermione had.
Or at least the questions the two of them had once they had thought back over their years at Hogwarts, while at the same time going over the laws the wizarding world had; at Hermione insistence that is.
Something that the both of them had continued in doing if only to know more about the world they were now part of or in Harry's part finding all the loopholes in the laws he knew; as a just in case. As Harry wouldn't put it past the Minister or those who worked with him to try what they had in his fifth year; something he wanted to prepare himself for.
What was said between the traitorous four in the room told Harry that, between the four of them, as well as Dumbledore and in some parts rather unknowingly by Snape, was that the majority of his life had been planned out. In fact, if what he had had heard was true it was still being planned out by them; without him having any say in it whatsoever. Like the fact that he was human and should have his own free will never mattered to them.
Everything from the abuse he had suffered growing up in the Dursley's household. To his complete lack of ability to get anyone he had tried to get help him be it in the mundane world or the wizarding world to get away from said household. To his utter ignorance of pretty much anything to do with the wizarding world; or at least it would have if Hermione hadn't caught on to Harry lack of knowledge and taken that into her own hands.
But even with her help, it still hadn't been enough. As Harry still had gone through all so-called test that Dumbledore had planned out for him each year and had still been manipulated into everything else those five had wanted; even what classes and friends he was allowed to have.
It had all been mapped out for him on the very day he had been placed with the Dursley's to begin with. Hell, it pretty much had been planned out since he was born after Dumbledore had heard the Prophecy. Though he did hope, not matter how much control the Headmaster had wanted over him, he hadn't planned his parent's death.
Harry truly wanted to believe that but given everything he had found out he could say that with absolutely certainty. Not when considering how Manipulative the old goat of a headmaster could be. Nor with how accepting the Weasley's seemed to be with everything that had already been done to him; continued to plan on doing to him if they could get away with it.
From what Harry had heard it had mainly started, at least at first, with Dumbledore, but then once he had hit the age of ten both Molly and Author had joined in on it all; with the help of their two children, Ron, and Ginny.
All working together to help their plans all go as smooth as possible; though from what he heard Dumbledore had been the deciding factor in what actually happened. Worst yet, Harry had fallen for it all hook line and sinker for the longest time.
Harry gritting his teeth had continued to listen in on the four's conversation, learning about everything he could from them. Like how they had also planned out his future and how Dumbledore had made it all that much more difficult for them for daring to die before they could get the contract permanently into play.
Because apparently the Headmaster's death hadn't been part of their plans. In fact, it had messed up a good chunk of the future plans the four had. Including the contract that both Ron and Ginny seemed to be the most enraged about.
A contract that they would have told him was from his parents, to keep him from protesting too much or even looking to deeply into it, and a contract that would have made him marry Ginny rather he had wanted to or not; and it had been not for quite a while now.
In fact, if he was hearing everything right the contract in question would have given Ginny more power over pretty much everything as the one with 'pure' blood. Making Harry wonder just how they had planned on passing said contract off as something his parents would have agreed with. See as the pureblood idealism was something his parents had always fought against in the first place. What with the fact that his mother had been muggle born after all.
Not that this lack of contract seemed to put any damper on their plans as Molly, after ranting a bit about how they would have to do this the old fashion way. Told both Ginny and Ron about the different potions that could be used to control Harry. To make, as they called him, the depressing little fuck with too much power and gold on his hands, fall in love with Ginny. Like he was apparently supposed to have done all along.
Which after they married and Ginny managed to get pregnant with a child, one of which Molly reassured her daughter didn't have to actually be Harry's, that they would make Harry leave a will. Playing on his fears of leaving his family unprotected and unprepared, leaving everything to them before killing him in some fashion, or putting him in Azkaban prison. So that they could finally get all the money and fame they so rightly deserved.
Harry, having worked hard with Hermione over controlling his temper throughout the last year while the two of them had looked for Voldemort's horcruxes, managed to stop himself from exploding in both rage and anguish. Therefor alerting the traitors in the room that he was right outside the room listening into everything they had been plotting about, and now knew what they were planning for him.
Instead, after biting his lips until he drew blood to remind himself to stay calm, Harry spun around and stormed out of the Castle. Doing his best to do so as quite as he could. While also keeping a tight leash on his magic; not wanting to damage the castle that has just been repaired.
As no matter how satisfying it maybe to release some of the rage he was currently feeling, Harry also knew that it wouldn't be worth damaging part of the castle doing so. Now with all the innocent children currently in the castle or with all the hard work him and others had done in repairing it in the first place.
Harry after he left the castle, wasted no time spinning around to apparated, with his destination clear in his mid; Gringotts. He needed to get there, he needed to hopefully get the goblins on his side and then he needed to get as far away from the greedy hands of the wizarding world as he could.
Because Harry knew, without a shadow of doubt in his mind, that it wasn't only those four that would try to use him in some way; not in the least bit. No, Harry knew that the whole wizarding world wanted to do so.
Hell, they had been doing so since he was only a one-year-old baby after all. So why would that change after he had done what they wanted in the first place; they'd just expect him to continue doing so until he couldn't anymore. And only then would they throw him to the side; most likely smearing his name in the mud as they did so.
Harry once he was at Gringotts wasted no time going into the bank, even as he knew that he wouldn't get the warmest reaction from the bank as he did so. What considered the fact that last time he had been in said bank, he had stolen something out of it, before riding out on the back of a dragon; destroying part of the roof of the bank as he did so.
At the same time, and hoping that Hermione had been right when she had told him this. Harry was going to take responsibility for what he had done, while at the same time make sure to pay for the damages that he had cost them, and then some. Something the Goblins would hopefully respect.
Or if not that, would at least cause them to listen to him without trying to either rob him blind or run him through with one of their numerous weapons. At least hopefully they would. And it wasn't like Harry had any other choice in the matter, not if he wanted to get what he needed to do done anyway.
Knowing this, Harry did his best to ignore the weapons that were currently being pointed at him and instead quickly walked over to the front desk and in a polite but firm voice, that Hermione had taken to calling his General tone, told the Goblin there.
"I would like to talk about paying for the damages I caused. As well as talk to the manager of all my accounts about something that could highly benefit both the goblin nation; as well as myself. Would I be able to do this?"
As Harry said this, he couldn't help but gather his magic under his skin, as a just in case. Like if he did have to either make a quick escape or have to fight his way out of the bank; if he could even fight his way out that is.
After all Hermione could be wrong about what she had said about the goblins. It had happened before however rare that had been. And he didn't want to risk that this time being one of those rare times; not when his life was on the line if it was.
Fortunately, it seemed that in this case Hermione hadn't been wrong as after giving Harry a hard stare for a good minute. The goblin he had been speaking to gestured for Harry to follow him while telling the still tense, war torn, teen in question.
"For both the damages you and you friend caused, as well as whatever plan you think could possibly benefit the bank, you need to speak to the head goblin here, not your manger. Fair warning though, if the clan head doesn't like you plan or thinks you insulting the bank as a whole; he will separate you head from your shoulders without any hesitation. And no matter how powerful your magic maybe, there no way someone as scrawny as you will be able to stop our leader; even if you did end the most recent dark lord."
Harry hearing this couldn't help but lick his lips nervous he could tell that the Goblin wasn't bragging, nor was he underestimating Harry, like most people did; he was simply state both a fact and warning to Harry at the same.
A warning Harry decided to listen to and take to heart. After all, he knew that he wasn't be best in a physical fight, having never really been giving the chance to learn how to; despite how much he had wanted to on several different occasions.
It took only a couple of minutes for Harry to get to where the head goblin was at, and during that time Harry had focused on putting his plan together. It was a rough plan and a lot of it was still dealt with a good amount of guess work as well as what he had read in his mother's letter.
Not to mention, another good portion of it was based on the research he had done with Hermione over the previous year, but at the moment it was all he had. And honestly, he would rather give it a shot no matter how risky it could end up being, than just lay down and accept everything the wizarding world demand of him. He had done that for what seemed like forever now and he was long since sick of it.
And knowing what he did about what they wanted, Harry was going to run with his plan for better or worse. After all, without it he'd pretty much loose his freedom if he didn't; something Harry wasn't willing to lose now that he finally had it.
Say what you will, but now that Harry had been able to have the smallest taste of freedom, he would fight tooth and nail before he lost it again. Which was something that would happen if he remained where he was.
As soon as Harry was led into where the head goblin was waiting, he immediate began to observe the room he had been led into. A room which Harry as he entered, he noted that it looked like a grand chamber of some sort. With a large desk made out of metal Harry had never seen before, but could tell was highly magical in some way, right in the center of the room.
It was an impressive, rather intimidating room, more so because of all the large weapons mounted on the walls. All extremely well taken care of and in no way just show cases. As while being in excellent condition, they were still obviously used in one way or another.
Seeing all of these weapons, and then seeing how large and muscular the head goblin was Harry was reminded once again why the Goblins were considered a strong warrior race. One that not many people were willing to go against unless they had a far superior numbers; like the wizards had in the latest Goblin/Wizarding war.
Harry knowing just from the sheer presence of the head goblin, that this wasn't a goblin to mess with, quickly walked into the room and gave a short but polite bow to the goblin behind the desk. Giving the goblin the respect Harry felt he deserved in being a leader of his nation; not to mention someone who looked like earned that station themselves. Before getting to the point of why he was there, seeing as the head goblin had now raised an eyebrow at him; wondering just what he had to say.
"I would like to pay all the damages that I and my friend did to this bank when we escaped from here and if you would hear me out, I would like to make a request that could potentially benefit not only me but the goblin nation as well."
What he said seemed to have gotten the head goblin's attention, because now instead of leaning back slightly in a rather relaxed stance the head goblin was now leaning forward listening to what Harry had to say. Harry seeing this, took a deep breath, before he continued on; getting the feeling that the goblin in front of him wasn't the patient sort as he did so.
"Well, slightly after I had come of my seventeen-birthday last year, and a good month or two before I had wrongly destroyed part of this bank, I had my inheritance done…mostly due to a letter I had gotten from my mother to prove something to myself." Here Harry barley suppressed a wince as he forced himself to continue on; as that test had proved to him once and for all that his mother hadn't been lying to him in the least bit.
"It was because of this I had found out that I was, and still am, the lord of the Potter family, lord of the Black family, lord of the Peverell family. Not to mention through right of conquest, I am also currently now the lord of the Slytherin family. What my deal would be is to not only to pay all the damages that I have caused, which I shall honor even if you don't agree with the plan, I currently have…"
Here Harry paused slightly debating how to best word this, before taking a leaf out of the letter his mother had given him and decided to be rather blunt about his plan. He figured being from a warrior race maybe the goblin in front of him would rather appreciate it that way anyway. He knew he did most of the time.
"What I would like to request, and what my plan is, is that I would like to offer a trade of sorts. On top of paying all the damages that the bank obtained I would also like to offer all the goblin made items from all my vaults, even those that had been fully paid off and no longer owned by the goblin nation, however few those maybe, as well half of all the money, and I mean all the money from all the vaults that belong to me, to the goblin nation. In return I humbly ask that you train me to the best of your abilities. I get the feeling that I will need to be extremely strong to survive where I am currently planning on heading, and I can't think of anyone better to train me up for that then a strong warrior race such as yours."
Harry after this was said waited with bated breath to see just how the goblin in front of him would react. Hoping all the while that said goblin accepted because honestly, he didn't know what he would do next if the goblin refused. Except perhaps pay off the damages he had caused to the bank in the first place before going out in a desperate search for someone else who could train, as well as hide, him from the wizarding world.
At least hid him, until he could escape the wizarding world and go through the veil where his supposed father was at that is. However, it seemed that once again luck was on his side as the Goblin, after a moment of silence and what felt like a soul deep searching look, answered Harry.
"Alright but know this, by the time were done with you, you're going to be cursing yourself for ever asking this of us." And didn't that reply send a nice warm fuzzy feeling down his spine.
