This is a Harry Potter & Familiar of Zero Cross Over Fanfiction Only.

I hate this situation but I have no alternatives, the times I tried to contact base turned out a disaster, either I was treated as a beggar or a potential client so that told me they actually erased my memories of my Father's head and modified his memories. I will give this to Fudge and Dumbledore they were at least honest about that.

The castle to others might be majestic and awe inspiring but to me it was big, old, cold, and chaos incarnate. I had the knowledge of a full grown wizard before I had the ability to talk, which many consider insane delusions so I decided to keep quiet about it. To me, this place was more like a new post rather than a school for me.

I mean there was quite literally nothing for me to learn here. I knew everything they could teach and knew by heart every single book on their entire library. The hardest thing for me is going to try and keep awake since all the lectures and lessons will be more of a review than an actual lesson.

Diagon Alley was the same as always, I mean people were still walking around in robes and pointy hats, I know my old friend would want to scream if she would say that someone needed to call the fashion police on the place cause their clothes were beyond outdated.

I walked into the goblin bank and looked for the goblin I knew would take care of our situation. "Astaroth, I am here to take the bloodline exam. I need to access my funds as quickly as I can, got some things I need to buy." The goblin I knew but he had no memory of meeting me, and so he was glaring at me for obvious reasons.

He took out a knife and before he even said anything I took it and cut my hand with it, I dripped the blood on the piece of paper and waited. I honestly expected only one symbol to appear, and so did the goblin for that matter when three appeared that was a shock to both of us.

"This is highly unusual, you appear to be the heir to not one Ancient and Noble House but three, there is the Potter house sign, but also the Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. I could almost expect the badger to appear and I would think you are the descendant of the four people that founded Hogwarts, wait, the fourth symbol was hiding behind the Raven. So you have access to four of our richest vault that is troubling."

I looked at him and was in no mood for riddles, "So I can only access a trust vault since till I am considered an adult correct? Who is the manager of my account? I need to get money to buy some things that are needed, or at least one person here thinks that I will need them."

Dumbledore could not help but laugh it seems, as he walked near me and looked at the paper with a smile, "Actually you will need to access your trust vault, and I will need to access the vault of my friend, he sent me to pick up an item for safe keeping."

The goblin didn't trust that last part he mentioned, I must admit I didn't trust the mention of his friend asking him for a favor either. "Go to the cart station, the person in charge of your account shall be there waiting to take you to your trust vault, and the other vault you need to access. For your sake, I hope your friend has given you the key."

I was having a rather exciting time during the cart ride, I got to say the goblins are missing a gold mine of an opportunity here. The cart ride puts all known roller coasters in the entire human world to shame, I was having so much fun that I was disappointing we reach my trust vault that quickly.

"Harry, could you please stop yelling like a maniac once we get aboard the cart again, I know you find it fun, but I have a hard enough time riding that blasted thing without hearing you yell like that, and while we are on this topic could we go at a slower speed?"

I got to say that I found his comment insulting, and from the looks of Griphook he found the comment offensive also, I looked at him and try to smile to show that I understood exactly how offended he felt and we both ended up smiling and it turned into a rather nice bonding moment there.

I tried very hard not to laugh when he told him that the cart had only one speed. As we reached the vault of his friend I decided to ask the man in charge of taking care of my money a much-needed question.

"Just asking what happens if an idiot tries to break into a vault and steal gold from it?" He smiled a rather sinister smile that I could actually respect.

"Oh they get sucked into the vault and with the only way to open the vault being from the outside they are stuck inside till we check the vault, you have nothing to worry about, we check the vaults every fifty years or so."

That and combined with how serious his face was when he said it made me smile, "God I love the security of this bank. That comment alone made me like I never have to worry about someone taking a single Knut from my vault without my permission."

Griphook smiled and nodded his head as I said that, "Which is why we have this security and this policy, the happiness that comes from the fact that their gold is safe and our stress-free banking is two key goals of our bank."

"Now if you could please give me the key of your friend's vault?" I was silently hoping he, in fact, didn't have it and waiting with glee the chance to hear Dumbledore make an excuse for that. Much to my dismay, he did have the key.

Inside the vault was a grubby package that looked like something not even a pawn shop on Knockturn Alley would take. I mean the thing was the second grossest thing I ever saw in my entire life, and that is a cannibal that ate his own relatives as a Christmas Dinner.

"So Griphook, I need to talk to your bank manager about the possibility of allowing muggles just to ride that cart. I tell you, you are missing a golden opportunity." As we got back to the bank terminal we had a brief discussion on human roller coasters. He actually knew a lot more about them than I gave him credit for.

So it turns out that there was already talk about building one such cart ride, but the people from the Disney company wanted a much larger cut of the profits so the project was deemed financially disadvantageous. I still told him that the cart ride could still be built and when asked he could tell them all the goblins are humans in disguises.

I even told him he could wear a charm to make it look like he was taking off a costume and was human. He actually smiled and said that if they could run the ride they could also keep the profits, after a nice consultation fee for my services, of course, I told him to keep the fee and I would only want a 5% investment on the cart ride business.

If I know how much kids love those things, this cart roller coaster will be a gold mine, so I gladly take dividends of the profits of this ride.

I walked away having earned the respect of every single goblin that heard of my idea and my decision that day. Little did I know that by the end of my first month at Hogwarts I would have gained the respect of an entire nation.

My first stop was for me to get my first wand, I kept telling Dumbledore that it was not necessary, my rifle was the only thing I would ever need. He simply would not budge, he kept telling me things like the wand chooses the wizard, and that no wizard should be without a wand that trusts him.

I decided if only to stop the lectures to go to the shop he was so insistent that I visit. Olivander was actually quite strange to look at, I swear I was looking at a human one second and human sized and shaped insect the when I slightly turned my gaze from him.

He asked me which was my wand hand, and I clearly told him I never held a wand in my life but my dominant hand was the right hand. A measuring tape began to measure everything on my body, for a second I felt like I was at the local undertaker's office being fitted for a coffin.

"I remember every wand ever sold Mr. Potter, they are very much like my own children truth be told. I know that it may sound strange, but finding a good partner for them has become my life's work. I remember selling them their first wand to your own parents in fact, and I remember selling the wand that gave was used to kill them and almost killed you."

He began taking one wand and handed to me, the thing felt cold to the touch and as soon as I moved my arm the tip erupted in blue flames. Ollivander took the wand away from me and picked another one.

This kept happening, the Wand simply made boxes fall, or cause some sort of random damage to the shop. As the pile of wand began to get higher and higher I swear I saw the man instead of becoming frustrated he looked happy and he got even happier as the pile grew.

We ended up trying every wand in the entire place, not a one accepted me, I was actually getting pretty downright thirsty. "I don't get it, why didn't any of the wands in your entire shop choose him? I mean he is just a wizard like everyone else, right?"

Seeing Dumbledore like that I can't believe that he still didn't remember me telling him that I was not a plain ordinary wizard, I told him I was a mage, but I guess since there isn't that many of my kind it would go without saying he didn't believe me.

I decided if they are going to argue might as well get myself something to drink and eat, the only thing his kitchen was in the deep end of the office and I couldn't get to it thanks to the counter that was blocking the way. No choice then, have to use magic to do it.

I began using magic to direct other things in the kitchen to prepare for me a sandwich and a serve me a cup of orange juice, darn it he didn't even have orange juice in his fridge. Guess I am going to have to make some. Summoned some oranges, as the sandwich and glass got to me I placed them on an empty seat near me.

Just as they came back I was cutting the oranges in halves using a cutting spell and a crushing spell to make my juice. "Harry what are you doing are you doing?" I didn't even look up and told him since they both wanted to argue some more, I decided to make myself a little something since I was both thirsty and a little hungry, I mean I didn't even get to eat breakfast.

"But Harry you are using magic without a wand. How in the world are you doing that?" Another dumb question, this time from the shop owner no less. "I told Dumbledore when I met him that I was a Mage, do I really need to spell things out for you? Mages don't need a wand to use magic, it's as natural to us as breathing. I try, to be honest, to avoid things like this, and still people think I am a liar."

I had my glass and made one for the two of them, didn't want to be rude after all. "So that is the reason every wand in my shop rejected you, they are the tools of a wizard, not a mage. I honestly think Dumbledore here should have told me about that, as soon as you finish that sandwich come with me, I got a special section for Mages."

As I finished my sandwich and I got some strange looks from Dumbledore I followed Ollivander as he guided me to the deepest part of his shop and on a box, he set on the counter was a series of rings. "Alright Harry, all you need to do is stand back and send your magic towards these rings, if any of them recognize you it will come flying to you."

I did send my magic energy but I didn't feel anything from any of them, I did feel something from something on the wall behind the rings and as I send my magical energy I felt a tug, almost like the something was using my energy to come towards me.

A single ring with a pentagram and four jewels came towards me. The thing was as dark as a moonless night, and the only bright thing about it was the four strange jewels one in each corner of the pentagram design on it.

I stretched out my open hand and without saying a word, the ring placed itself on my right ring finger. "Curious, very curious indeed, I honestly didn't think that ring would ever find it's way back to his owner. To think that this was the tool you needed Mr. Potter, very curious indeed."

I decided to look at him and I knew I needed to ask what did he find so curious about this entire situation. "Mr. Ollivander this entire day could be called curious, but what did you find so strange about this ring coming towards me?"

He looked at the ring and touched my hand. "Mr. Potter you might not know this, but once a long time ago we actually had Magical Kingdoms, each of those rings was worn by Mage Nobles, what I find curious is that the ring that responded to you is not of a noble, but of something completely different."

He looked at me and I could tell he was happy about something, "You see Mr. Potter the ring that reacted to you is the most infamous ring of them all, it's the ring of the last Mage King, Valeron did many great and terrible things during his rule, he even tried to conquer the world once."

"For this ring to react to your magic the way that it did, it almost looked happy to be with you again, indeed it is almost like he found his master after being separated for so long. Valeron did great and terrible things like I told you, so I think we should expect the same from you."

Dumbledore was getting ready to pay the man when Ollivander placed his open hand in front of himself and began shaking his head, "I do not require payment for returning lost property. I am just happy that this ring is out of my shop, it was quite temperamental after all."

As I walked towards the bookstore I could almost swear I felt the ring and I knew what was making this ring act in the way the shop owner had described, well it can be expected since the ring was not a he but she, guess she felt insulted being called the wrong gender all these years.

When we got to the bookstore I decided to make Dumbledore finally understand that there was no book in the entire school curriculum that could teach me a thing. I walked over to the owner of the place and I told him that we should make a bet, if I didn't know what was in any book he picked from the ones a student would get I would pay triple the price, but if I did I would get a complete set of all seven years for free.

The owner must have thought I was bluffing so he took out a potions book from the seventh year, to answer his questions was as so easy I found it quite boring truth be told. Dumbledore asked me what did I plan to do with those books? It was quite the large pile of them. "You might have students who are not that well off financially, so you can lend them these books as long as they promise to take care of them."

He actually began to smile at me and I could see a sparkle behind his half-moon-shaped glasses. "That is a wonderful idea Harry, I think I shall buy a couple of more sets so we can help more students who have trouble getting the books they need."

I don't know why he was so happy, I didn't need them and the idea of them going to waste was simply something I didn't like, the entire wager was for me to get my point across, but I guess some people are harder to convince than others.