Chapter 2

Harry woke up in a fog. His head was cloudy, mind full of thoughts of betrayal and anger. The world slowly came into focus, and harry looked around. Why am I on the floor? And then he remembered. He remembered everything that happened last night and he wanted to hit something. He slowly got up and straightened his glasses.

Sighing, he gathered up his clothes and dressed, getting ready for the day ahead. Despite passing out on the floor the night before, he had woken up earlier than his aunt who was due to call him down to cook breakfast any minute now.

He cast a look out his window to see an owl approaching. Apprehensive, he let the owl in and gave him one of Hedwigs treats. He looked at the letter and debated on even opening it, as the letter last night was the cause of all his problems this morning.

He decided to open it after the day was over, when he could wallow in his rage alone. No need to draw more attention to himself today. He set the letter on his bedside table.

"Freak!" Aunt Petunia hollered from outside his bedroom door, slamming her fist against the surface repeatedly after unlocking the padlocks on his door. "Freak! Get up!" and she screeched in her high-pitched voice. The sound of footsteps echoed away from the door.

Harry sighed. Another day in paradise.

That night, he was thrown into his bedroom with promises of no food for a week. Apparently he had missed an imaginary weed in Petunias garden. Again.

Harry took off his shirt and flopped onto the bed. Then he remembered he had received a letter, and sat up to open it.

The crisp letter between his fingers crackled as he broke the Gringotts seal. Inside was a letter inviting him to a meeting to discuss his accounts as soon as the letter was opened. He wished he could, but he was stuck, Harry chuckled to himself. Stuck in my own private hell.

A loud pop beside him took Harry by surprise. It looked like the same goblin as last night.

"Mr. Potter, would you please stand beside me. It's time for your meeting." The goblin politely said. Well, as polite as goblins can get.

"The blood wards prevent apparition…" Harry started

"The blood wards only apply to wizards." The goblin interrupted.

"I am a wizard. Won't they stop me?"

"Trust me, Mr. Potter, they can't stop you."

Harry threw his too large, old shirt back on and stood beside him. The goblin snapped his fingers and he felt the familiar feeling of being sucked through a tube too small for your own body.

He arrived in the same small office as last night.

"Mr. Potter, good to see you again." Griphook greeted as soon as he arrived. He was seated behind the desk with stacks of paper on either side of him.

"Hello Griphook" Harry greeted the goblin. "The letter mentioned some account details you wanted to talk about?"

"Ah, yes. It looks like the amount owed to you by your classmates and Dumbledore cannot be repaid by money alone. They don't have enough money to cover it. However, we have recalled all of the items taken from your account, and they are safely tucked away into your vaults. We will start by making sure they are making monthly payments to you, with interest of course." Griphook smiled a fierce smile that promised retribution.

"And their punishment for betraying me? For being paid for my friendship?"

"They will be put to trial and punished for their crimes as the Goblins Court demands. As this is a direct insult to the goblin race and to one of our clients, to comes under our jurisdiction. I will be in touch with the details. Now I believe our meeting is over, Mr. Potter. I will escort you back to your house."

Harry looked absolutely forlorn that he had to return home and sighed as he nodded in agreement.

Griphook looked at him closely, and said "You realize, Mr. Potter, that you can become emancipated from your magical guardian and become an adult in the eyes of the wizarding world. Your magical guardian has used you for his own gain and mistreated you and your finances. Would you be interested in such a thing?"

Harry took a moment to process what he said and nearly shouted with glee "Absolutely! How do we do it? Do you need Dumbledore's signature?"

"Not at all." Griphook wandered over to his desk again and pulled out a piece of parchment and a dagger that looked very old. "Just put a three drops of your blood on to this here and it'll reveal your lineage and once signed with your wand it'll officially emancipate you."

Handing Harry the dagger, Griphook placed the paper in front of him and waited.

Harry hesitated before pricking his finger and letting the three drops of blood hit the paper. He pulled his finger back and stuck it in his mouth, only to discover it was already healed. Harry looked at Griphook in confusion.

"It is imbued with goblin magic, Mr. Potter." Griphook answered the unasked question.

Harry turned his attention back to the paper before him and watched as the blood disappeared. Suddenly, red swirls that looked like blood started appearing across the paper and slowly formed words.

Griphook took one look at the paper and gasped. Never in all his two hundred years had he seen anything like it. He immediately took a piece of parchment and a quill and scribbled on it for a moment before tapping it with his finger and it disappeared.

Harry stared at the bloodstained parchment. Then he rubbed his eyes and looked again. He was seeing things, right? No. Before him was his lineage, his bloodline.

Harry began to read aloud to himself.

"Harry James Potter

Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Potter.

Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Black.

Heir to…"

Harry stopped dead.

Nope. There is NO way.

Harry then, twice in as many days, fainted.

To be continued…

A/N: Thank you for reading my fic, and don't worry I won't leave you hanging! Ch. 3 is already in progress and I hope to have it up soon. Much love, Rin.