If you have already read the first few Chapter please reread as it has changed.

Chapter 3

Vega entered changed out of her healer robes, thinking of her out of hospital patient. Very rare cases those where. She felt that Dumbledore was right though to be discrete. Frowning she picked up her small drawstring backpack. Walking out of the locker room she went to the fireplace and took a pinch of green powder throwing it into the fireplace after igniting it with her wand. Roaring green flames greeted her as she stepped into the fire feeling the coolness of the floo. "Vega Flat 130" clearly rang out from her lips. A rushing feeling over took her as she watched the view in front of her move as thought it was a clip on a old film roll. Suddenly stopping she took a step out as she dusted her shoulders from from soot. A figure sitting in her chair caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Quickly rolling backwards she drew her wand and pointed it towards the chair.

"Stupefy!" red light flashed across the space as she raised to her feet waving her wand in a pattern while seeing her first spell being swatted away. The figure rose unconcerned as they watched her. "Mucus ad Nauseam" a green light flew out of her wand and hit the figure. Immediately the figure started to sneeze, huge amounts of snot coming from their nose. Putting her wand away she glared at them. "I was under the impression that this was a no family allowed zone." the temperature dropped several degrees. "Father." The man pulled out a wand and castes an spell over himself, looking less pale and sick.

"That is no way to greet your family, now is it daughter?"

"Neither is telling me that I would never be accepted as a bastard daughter of yours."

"Enough, I came to tell you that I will be writing a marriage contract with the Malfoy's for your sister. I know how much you care for her." She glared at him.

"Why, would you do that. They will only hurt us, not help us. You know this." she demanded angrily.

"I don't have a choose right now. They have started to put pressure on the businesses I own and run." shame filled his face, "I know we don't have a good relation, but I do care. Daphne means the world to me too. I have been looking for a way out and every time I think I have one Lucius seems to destroy it before I can take it. No way to pin it on them either. I need help, your help. To save her." Shock filled Vega's face, then before she could stop she busted out laughing.

"You are asking me, the bastard, of all people to help." Rage started to fill his face before her hand raised stopped him. "I'll help." was the answering phrase after calming down. "And I may have the perfect solution. Let me talk to Lucius Malfoy. If things go right, well, the family will be free of them. Which is what you want more than anything." He looked pained.

"Alright, I will wait, but please hurry." she nodded her acknowledgment. Bowing slightly towards him she gestured for him to leave. Getting the hint he nodded towards her and walked out the front door. Sighing after her father had left she got a quill out, looking over the parchment chooses on her little desk. After all, the right format and design could possible sway the reader to the writers message. A formal white parchment with a noble design of curving lines as the border seemed the best choose. Taking a scrap parchment she started to slowly agonize over the wording of what she was about to ask.

Harry woke up the next day, quickly dressing he checked the time, seeing it was 6 A.M and that Tom would be up to feed the early birds he went down to get breakfast. Ordering a omelet again he wolfed it down and headed back to his room. He looked at the clothes that were placed on the desk for him. Picking them up they where a simple black robes with black cargo pants. A sleeveless shirt was also present. Shrugging his old clothes on he dawned the pants and sleeveless on pulling the robes on after. A knock at the door caught his attention.

"Come in." he called, uncertainly No one had ever knocked before entering, Vernon had always busted through the cupboard. Dumbledore entered the room pausing at the sight of him in his robes.

"Ah, I see that you are up," he stated digging through his pocket for something, "Good, good. We have much to do today. Lemon Drop?" he stated as he finally pulled the sweet out of his pocket and offered it. Harry shook his head and watched as the older man popped the candy into his mouth and hummed in delight. "Now, off we go." Gesturing for him to follow Dumbledore left the room at a easy pace. Harry followed behind closing the door behind him. Slipping unseen a figure left behind the pair.

'Where did those robes come from?' Albus wondered, 'Maybe the healer left them for him, though the feel of magic doesn't support that.' Frowning the old man dug for another treat. Making sure that his newest student was following the entered the back alley, and he took his wand out tapping the pattern of bricks. Placing the wand away he looked back to see a look of wonderment on the young mans face. Smiling he bade him to follow. Together they entered reintroducing Harry to the Wizarding World.

Harry couldn't keep the shock off his face, and to be honest he didn't want to. This was his birthright, and the slugs he lived with kept this from him, angry flooded him, only burning brighter before a wave of cool reassurance flooded his mind. Stopping he looked around confused, seeing that the professor was still walking he quickly caught up and put the event to the back of his mind. Looking around and rubber necking again he saw so many different types of shops and goods that where foreign to him. They stopped before a mammoth of a building, white marble walls and gold trimming. GRINGOTTS spelled across the front of the bank. The large double doors made of a brass looking metal caught his attention, as the warning suddenly drew his attention. See the words but unable to understand them didn't stop the shiver running down his back. Two figures stood guard, wearing what looked like armor and swords at the hip. Shields hung on the opposite hip from the swords.

"Sir." he tugged on he older wizards sleeve after they passed the guards. Dumbledore looked down at him and stopped, eyes twinkling as he waited for him. "Why are they carrying swords? Can't they use magic?"

"Ah, yes they can. Goblins though use wand-less magic, and it is different type of magic from what wizards use. They are a warrior race, where martial power is just as respected as magical." Harry nodded as he pondered this.

"What is martial power?"

"Martial power is what we would call the power of arms, either your hands or with a weapon. It could also be the strength a nation has in terms of soldiers or military." he nodded, seeing this Dumbledore started to walk again, heading towards a open teller. Harry following behind him. At the teller window he waited patiently. The teller looked up with a sneer.

"How can Gringotts help you today?" it drawled out nasally.

"We are here for a withdraw," he handed the teller a small golden key, "From the Potters vaults designated for school use. Another withdraw is need from vault 713." handing the short goblin a letter after the pronouncement. Looking the key over he grunted, laying it down to pick the letter. Smelling it first he took a sharp one sided blade and cut the top open. Withdrawing a piece of parchment and unfolding it. Several minutes of reading the letter and requesting a drop of blood from Dumbledore later he directed them to the back to meet with their guide. A taller goblin greeted them little bit more pleasant, not by much though. The ride was exhilarating to Harry and after they stopped he had to take a moment to stop laughing. The goblin looked pleased at this. Opening the vault for Dumbledore he retrieved a single small package from the vault and got back into the cart. Down they went again though within a minute they where at the last vault to see. Getting out with the goblin Harry watched as the goblin took the key out and unlocked the door. Opening the door for the young boy after looking at the older wizard. With a guiding hand he entered the vault, stacks of gold coins greeted the young boy. Smaller pile of sliver sat close by with a slightly larger pile of bronze. A little cloth bag sat on a table by the door. It was small, easily to tie onto a belt or stored in a pocket. It was deep purple and seemed to have a gold and red swirl come and go across the bag.

"That is a bottomless money bag," the goblin informed Harry as he entered behind them. A small blade was in his hand, "It binds to the users blood signature so that only they can use the bag. It changes color to match that person for identification later on. If I can get a small amount of blood we can bind it to you." Harry hesitantly held his hand out, the goblin quickly held his hand a deftly cut his palm open, taking the bag he pressed it onto the cut. A quick murmur in a different language from the goblin and a warm pulse rushed through his palm. The bag turned dark gray with black clouds shifting across it. Lifting the pouch the goblin checked his palm, seemingly satisfied that the cut had healed. "Fill the bag up with as much as you want. It will be secure, and you won't be able to feel the weight. When you need the money just think of how much you need as you reach into the bag and it will fill the top with what you need. There is three thousand galleons, two hundred thirty sickles, and four hundred knuts in the vault here. At the start of the next term it will refill to the same amount. I would advise against spending all of your money though if you can." Turning the goblin left them to their devices.

"Well, lets get your bag filled." Dumbledore happily said, with a flick of his wand the money floated and streamed into the bag.

"Do I need all this at once?" Harry asked unsure.

"Probably not, but this will refill and with what you have you shouldn't need to refill the bag anytime soon. Being at the school will keep you from getting the gold later." Leaving the now empty vault behind them Harry was trying to come to terms with the amount of money he had on him. The Dursleys had always told him he was a burden, and not worth anything. Yet, even without knowing how much the numbers stood for. He was sure that this was a small fortune, and that if they had know about it they would of spent it on useless things for their pig of a son. Leaving the bank the entered the Alley again, Harry felt better than he ever had. It was time for him to learn, so that no one, could ever hurt him again. He vowed there that he would be his own master. No one would ever hold power over him again. A hunger entered his eyes, and his shadow seemed to spew waves from it.

Well, hope you all enjoyed it, till next time =)