When I had walked into the alley I made it a couple steps before I had to lean against a wall and close my eyes. Something was causing an odd feeling and I could feel my ears start to buzz slightly. Recognizing the feeling a bit I frowned and shook my head hoping to clear the feeling. When that worked, I continued through the alley.

I was relieved to make it to the bank without being noticed. A few weird Looks were passed my way but other than that I was completely overlooked. Though I wasn't exactly sure how to go about what I needed now that I was here.

First, I needed to see if I could access Harry's vaults. I think that's a blood test? Since I don't have a key… and then talk to whoever Harry's account manager is about the horcrux, I'm still not sure if my realizations were right. Or should I get a bank statement first? Maybe, depends on cost. Next on the list is, finding out what it would take to change my name.

Can I masquerade as a girl?

I really didn't want to end up with a Bunch of boys in a dorm. Girls are only a little less awkward since I have the body of a boy though. I probably won't.

It was still early morning, but there was still people at the bank, luckily not too many. Keeping my head low I walked to a Teller. The goblin didn't seem to notice me, not that I blame it.

I really am the shortest person ever right now.

I stood on my toes, stumbling a little since the balance of this body was a little off.

Not too different though. Interesting.

I got here without tripping after all. I was still a bit short though. "Excuse me. I would like to speak to my account manager please." be polite to the creatures that hate wizards. They're good with money and hold any wealth you have. "Someone I don't know has been given my vault key and this person hasn't allowed me access to it." That's kind of true, right?

The goblin raised an eyebrow at me not quite believing my claim. "Your name?"

I looked around a bit, holding onto the desk to make sure I didn't topple, and spoke low to the goblin while making my scar easily noticeable. "Harry Potter sir," I looked at the name tag, "Wrikuing?" I'm not questioning the name, I just don't know if I said that right… goblins have difficult names.

Wrikuing rolled his eyes. "I will need to do a blood test to be sure." He sounded a little bored.

Must have a few people trying to claim Harry Potter.

I nodded and held out my hand, trying not to wince at the pinprick.

Jeez this body was even weaker than mine!

The drop was put on a paper and the goblin examined it. For a moment, I was worried I wouldn't register. Before Wrikuing began beaconing another goblin over and spoke to it. He turned to me as the other goblin disappeared around the counter and stood next to me. "Everything seems to be in order Mr. Potter. Glullix here will show you to your account manager Ruskokt's office."

I nodded and smiled thanking both goblins and following Glullix. There was no rollercoaster ride for this as I was taken down a hallway and stopped at a door. The whole time both myself and Glullix were silent.

Did we even need to speak? This is business.

The door opened and I was beaconed through. Inside was the type of office you would expect of someone who managed a rich account. It was on the larger side and, while subtle, was certainly grand. The goblin behind the desk in the middle was staring at me. I nodded my head in greeting and sat on a chair at the desk.

"Hello there." I greeted the goblin in front of me.

Beady eyes studied me for a moment before pulling out some papers. "I understand you've claimed someone you don't know was in possession of your key?" I nodded. "Your magical guardian doesn't have it?"

"Maybe, I don't know my magical guardian sir. Even if I did I can assure you I've never been in possession of it so I couldn't have lost it myself."

The goblin looked bored. "A replacement key costs 4 galleons. Will that be all?"

I sat back a moment to think, "I have a lot to discuss, actually. Any chance you happen to know about soul travel from one body to another, in the form of either interdimensional or time travel?"

Ruskokt blinked, studying before his gaze turned hard and serious. "You're not the real Harry Potter, are you?"

"By blood and body, I am in fact Harry James Potter. But the soul inside of this body is that of another." I stared right back at him. "Any idea how that happened and how that'll affect me? Because I honestly have no clue. It's not like I wanted to be spirited away to another body with my memories of the event that caused this completely erased."

I might have. But I don't remember so I'm going with my safest bet.

"Sometimes lady magic drags those from other universes to provide aid." Ruskokt supplied. "It happens right before events begin to take place and is usually when someone who was supposed to have great power in the struggles to come meets an untimely death they were not supposed to meet. The borrowed soul is allowed to keep memories, and is placed in the body of the person, which also ends up combining the magical power of both the previous host of the body and the new one."

I tilted my head as I began pondering that. It made as much sense as any, and provides to the theory of being sent to help. So, I now have Harry's magic, as well as my own… I am not magically powerful… Just kind of spiritually aware, it might make it easier to expand upon my magical core though.

But why me? Of all people, I am not the best choice for this… Am I?

I frowned a little. "Thank you for that information. What does that mean for any business I do here at Gringotts?"

Ruskokt grinned, "Harry Potter or not you are now the inheritor of all that he would have obtained had he made it to seventeen. Titles, Lands, and Goods when your soul reaches the age of seventeen you are considered a legal adult, with a hefty inheritance physical age or not."

I smiled a little, expecting that bit. "So, an individual can have a different soul age then what is seen physically?"

"That little ministerial loophole was created to address time turner issues. Some lordling brat had over used a time turner and when his parents died in battle he had the influence of the ministry to register his souls age and not his physical age. The ruling was promptly buried and forgotten by all but the goblins and those we remind. I can register you for a gringotts time turner but it is not really advised to age a soul with this method. If you want, your name can be legally changed to provide more comfort, for a fee of course, and I'll need to know your true age."

I grinned, "I'm almost seventeen, I don't need a time turner but it could also come in handy. My birthday's July 31st so I'll come and get my inheritances then. As for my name." I love my real name, but Harry's name would have political power and put me in a good light.

But… I would be famous and have to deal with fans.

On the other hand, what would happen if Harry potter just disappeared?

Then again, it would get confusing... "Keep the name, mostly, instead of James I want to change the middle name to Draneay." I was going to regret keeping Harry's name. But I was going to have to deal with fame if my novels ever became widely known, I guess I'll just deal with it here. "Oh. I would like to make sure only I can get to my vault and a statement on the amount I have."

Ruskokt signed a paper he had gotten out earlier. "All previously issued keys to the trust vault and all family vaults have been tendered void. Here is the new key and a statement with the amount in the trust vault as requested." he handed me the key and parchment. "As for the name change," Ruskokt handed me another parchment, "just sign this paper with the name you will change it to and that will be final."

I practiced my signature a few times before signing the document with the change before I looked at the amount on the statement. The parchment I signed duplicated itself before disappearing. I tried to keep the grin off my face as I saw the amount in the vault and my mind attempted to wonder to all the chaos I could do with the amount of money. I'm rich! Well Harry was, but I inherited Harry's stuff. So, I'm rich. "Does Gringotts have anything similar to a muggle debit card? Oh, and I hope to get statements in the mail monthly." I smiled towards the last part.

Ruskokt nodded, "For ten Galleons a month you can be issued a premium security debit card that uses your magical signature so no one else can use the card without your permission each time. Automatic access to family vaults will be added when you turn seventeen. It's one of the best ones so I'm sure you'd like that one. As for the statements those are free as they are your right as a vault owner." he pulled out a parchment and put it in front of me. "Sign here and you'll be issued a card."

I read over the parchment and signed. Once that was done I was handed a shiny black card with gold lettering that stated my name, that it was a Gringotts card and a few Roman numerals. I don't know which ones and am mad at myself now because I've never been good at Roman numerals.

"Anything else I can get Gringotts assistance on? I need to make sure there is no malicious or dark magic, as well as no tracking spells on my person. A way to get rid of my scar, and fix my vision, reverse the malnutrition and any other abuse this body has suffered, and get an innocent man out of Azkaban." Oh yeah, I'm definitely getting Sirius out.

Ruskokt's gaze sharpened at the mention of abuse as he nodded, "Given the circumstances I'm sure lady magic has gotten rid of all such magic on you. As for your other requests, we can provide a health check and the needed potions. The potions for your eyes and removing your scar would be 20 galleons a piece a goblin healer could fix any permanent damage that has been done for around 45 galleons, if you need any other potions the cost would be Depending on what you need, and as for the prisoner who are you trying to release?"

"Sirius Black, he was wrongfully committed and not given a trial. As for the rest, I agree to the costs you've listed."

"Of course. I'll take the costs directly from the vault. Getting Black freed will take some time but Gringotts can provide you with some assistance. If you want I can contact a lawyer for you." i grinned nodding gratefully. "Would you like the for the healer to be called now?"

I nodded again, "Yes please. That'll be all for now." I was beginning to feel the effects of not letting myself asleep. I'm sure a walk would change that so I'll last long enough to get some clothes and food, but I'd need to find a place to sleep soon, and more food.

Ruskokt nodded and put a finger over a run on the desk. A moment later another goblin walked into the room and spoke to Ruskokt momentarily before turning to me. "Checking for injuries is harmless. Fixing them, however, will be painful. When I find something that needs fixed I'll do so. Understood?"

"Understood." I smiled at the healer, relaxing into the chair. "Please proceed quickly." I hate pain. Always have, always will. So, the quicker the better. A moment later the healer started muttering something. A warm feeling passed over me and I felt very calm then. Given that I knew I'd eventually be in pain I choose to retreat to my center.

The almost familiar surroundings and feeling of floating overtook me and I was very confused. Something was different, this was not how my center usually felt and it was weird. The pressure was almost gone and the warmth was more potent. I frowned as I lost focus and came back to the world when the first bone was snapped and realigned to fix the improper healing it had gone through and I winced. The fuzzy feeling from being in my own mind numbed the pain slightly, but that feeling had quickly left.

After about half an hour to an hour of feeling bones snap and realign, in more than just a few places, the healer finally stopped, though looking a little concerned. "It seems as though your body was recently host to a horcrux." I noticed Ruskokt's gaze hardened as I nodded.

"Yes, I know. I just wasn't sure if it was still there or not."

"Not anymore. You should be fine in time." the healer frowned and summoned several potions, some of which looked to be the same. "Take these with every meal for the next week. They'll help reversing your malnutrition." light green vials with Latin labels were placed in front of me. "Every morning for the next three days to fix your eyesight." three dark liquids were added to what was in front of me. "and taking this one tonight will get rid of the majority of your scars." this one was a pale red.

I nodded gratefully. "Thank you. I'll be sure to remember to take them." the healer left now that the job was done and I turned back to Ruskokt. "What exactly is today?"

"Friday June 21st, 1992." He informed me.

I smiled getting up. "Good to know. If you could contact that lawyer to release Sirius I could meet them here at Gringotts every Friday from now until school starts."

Ruskokt nodded, "I will contact a lawyer and set up the meetings. Will that be all for today?"

I nodded, "Yes, I'm quite exhausted, till next week."

"Until then."

When I left the bank, it was in the afternoon. The meeting had run long but succeeded in what I needed. There were more people about so I made my way to a second-hand robe shop quickly. It had wizarding robes as well as some muggle clothes. I bought an outfit with my card along with a single robe. I quickly changed into them before leaving the shop, thanking the shop keeper on my way out and debated on what to do next.

On one hand, I could grab some stuff that I could use to keep me occupied. Or I could head over to the leaky cauldron, get a room and sleep.

The latter appealed to me on a very deep level, especially since I was confused why my center was different and would need to meditate after a nice long rest. But in the end, as I was trying to walk back to the leaky cauldron, my curiosity won out and I ended up in the second-hand book shop. As I walked down the aisles of the store I ended up grabbing books seemingly at random, every now and then I stopped in front of a book and had to keep myself from cackling.

I was walking through for maybe an hour, in the end I had three books on alchemy, two on charms, four on light grey and dark magic (one of each and one that detailed the difference between the three magics and how to sense the three). I also grabbed one on potions and a book on the most useful spells. They were all very heavy and I had spent two to three minutes sitting in the center of one aisle meditating before the books began levitating and following me.

During that time, I noticed the feeling from when I first walked into the alley return, but a little different. I was tired though so I pushed it aside until later, but then the books floating behind me fell, and I frowned. The sound of the books falling caught the bookkeeper's attention as I scrambled to pick them up.

"What's going on here?" an older man barked at me and I looked at him frowning.

"I'm sorry sir. I was trying to levitate the books because they were too heavy, but I guess I couldn't." I was on the floor gathering them up.

The bookkeeper sighed and pulled out a wand flicking it. The books levitated over. "Do you intend to buy them?"

I nodded. "Yes sir. I'm kind of new to magic and don't have much of a limit so if you have any suggestions I'd be glad to take them."

The bookkeeper raised an eyebrow Before looking at the books I grabbed. He sent some back, which made me upset, before summoning others of the same titles, but something about them seemed different. He also summoned a few extra books and began walking to the register counter before Looking back at me. "Well Mr. No limit? Hurry up."

I grinned and went over, "Do you take Gringotts debit?"

The book keeper smiled, "I do." he took the card. I watched as he opened the register and inserted the card into a slot that was on the side of the tray. He handed the card back and shrunk the books putting them in a bag and handing it to me. "When you take a book out it will revert to its original size."

I put my card in a pocket of my clothes and gratefully grabbed the bag of books, that obviously had a feather light charm on it. "Thank you for your assistance Mr. Bookkeeper. I'll be back here when I need more." my smile turned a little serene. "I like the feel of your store." it was true. There was a nice feel in the air. It was all sorts of mixed, but it was wonderful and calm.

After my detour, I went straight to the leaky cauldron and got some food. I sat at the bar as I ate and made sure to take the potion I was told to take, before renting a room in the back. The owner gave me a weird look but I convinced him to let me use the room without being bothered.

I went to the room and locked the door putting the bag of books on a chair next to the bed. I was exhausted now and knew I'd probably fall asleep almost as soon as I put my head down. So, I shed my robes, downed the potion for the scars and lay down on the bed.

It took less than a minute for me to fall asleep.