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If there are spelling and or grammar errors, I apologise, my keyboard is suffering a case of damaged keys from mmorpg gaming, I'll fix them as I see them.


Fire was hot, Harry realised as his body stood in the scorched stone slag that used to be the Gringotts analysis chamber for detecting curses and other such magic.

Well, he knew that fire was hot, but there was knowing it was hot and actually experiencing the sheer overwhelming heat of fire by being burnt alive.

By dragon fire at that.

The flash of green from Harry's Revivication had momentarily stunned the dragon and the two goblin curse breakers behind it.

Until Harry walked up to the dragon.

Walking up to dragons was not a smart thing to do for any living being, other dragons included (with the exception of a dragon's clutch of hatched young) so the curse breakers were gobsmacked when they watched Harry, still alive, stand right in front of the Iron Belly and tapped his palm on the readily available dragon hide, magic flowing through his palm.

Harry was quite surprised that his magic was repelled as he tried to analyse the creature in front of him like he did with the chamber's floor moments ago.

'This usually works.' Harry thought, stumped.

Feeling the pulse of magic on its body, the ironbelly expelled another stream of fire at Harry's form, earning a hiss of discomfort from the goblins behind it from the massive increase in temperature of the ruined room.

Seconds later the two goblins stared in astonishment as a now naked Harry stood exactly where he had been previously, completely unharmed, sans the clothes turned to cinders.

"You stupid beast, those clothes cost me all the money I had! Now I'm naked!" Harry barked at the giant creature. This just made the dragon more annoyed, and not a second later opened its maw and ate him whole.

A Dagon's mouth full of teeth were known to bite through a lot of things like steel and stone with very little effort, few things were able to stay intact when a dragon decides it wanted to chew on it; so the dragon was confused when there was another green flash, and Harry still in its mouth, began moving around inside the dragon's maw.

The dragon grew annoyed at this strange feeling of something flailing around in its mouth, and deciding it didn't want it to be in its mouth anymore.

And swallowed whatever it was whole.

"What the heck was that?" the observing goblins asked, bewildered at the scene that unfolded in front of their very eyes. As Curse breakers they had seen a lot of crazy shit happen, but what they had seen just now was quite possibly the craziest thing they had ever seen.

Inside the dragon's stomach there was no light, so Harry couldn't see, but he could feel his tough skin begin to itch as the stomach acid he was standing in began to do it work of dissolving him.

"Where am I gonna get new clothes?" were his last words before the acid, highly magically corrosive substance that it was, melted Harry.

Everything, sans the noise from the ironbelly, was quiet or a few moments inside the cooling analysing chamber of Gringotts, then the goblins saw the dragon's mouth flash green again, and the dragon started clawing at its gut as if it were in a great deal of discomfort.

"OI!" the goblins heard from inside the dragon's maw. "You'll regret this ya stupid lizard!"

By this point, the act of the curse breakers bringing a dragon to the surface of the bank had drawn a lot of attention from their goblin colleagues and a crowd was amassing around the curse breakers and the lone dragon.

Employees of Gringotts within the bounds of the bank all felt a massive surge of magic before there was a loud explosion immediately followed by shrieking from a dragon.

Harry climbed his way out of the stomach of the, now, dead dragon very unhappy with his situation. As he pushed away the dragon innards that were surrounding him he came to realize something very important, other than his lack of clothes.

"The bloody lizard destroyed my glasses too!" with an angry hiss Harry slammed a closed fist on the dragon's carcass as a means of venting his ire.

Then Harry caught the blurry sight of two small things in his field of vision, whatever they were Harry could at least tell that they were moving.

"Hey, if you wouldn't mind, I'm kinda naked here." Grouched Harry, snapping the curse breakers out of their shock from seeing a wizard kill a dragon from the inside. "A little help would be much appreciated."

o.o

Harry, garbed in a plain grey wizards robe, sat in an office, opposite a seated goblin behind a desk with the two curse breakers from before standing on both sides of the first goblin.

It hadn't taken long for Harry to be switched to this office, as the thoroughly destroyed analysis chamber was swarmed with teams of goblins removing the dragon carcass, and given a plain robe to cover himself with as he was told to sit in a chair in front of a suited up goblin in what Harry assumed was the dressed up goblin's office. Or rather Harry was directed by hand, being nearly blind without glasses, to his current seat.

Harry had only just sat down when, what Harry assumed to be a door, opened and three blurs that Harry assumed were goblins took positions behind the vacant desk.

"Listen goblins, whatever your names are, I'm appreciative that you gave me the robe and everything so I wasn't naked anymore, but I still can't see worth a damn except very blurry objects, so if this meeting involves anything like reading I'll have to pass." Harry told them bluntly. There was a few seconds of even more silence.

"And if this has anything to do with that dragon, that's not my fault, the dragon ate me! I can't really be blamed for something that my magic did. If anything I should be compensated for my loss of property because of what the dragon did, I lost the only clothes I had, and my glasses which I need to see. And also-"

"Be Quiet Wizard." The middle goblin barked out, interrupting Harry's rant as it was gaining intensity. "Our Curse Breakers say that you are a horcrux, mind telling me how this is possible?"

"A whore-cocks?" asked Harry, an amused grin sprouting across his face. "Never heard of such a thing."

"A Hor-CRUX, wizard, is a severed part of a witch or wizards soul. It seems to reside around your crown." The office goblin told Harry, making Harry's eyes widen slightly in surprise.

"Well I'll be damned…" Harry muttered, scratching at his fringe that was covering his scar, revealing it to the goblins in front of him.

The instant the goblins caught sight of Harry's scar, they immediately knew who they were dealing with, which changed their attitudes in a blink of the eye.

"Harry Potter…why didn't you tell us what your name was, all of this could have been avoided." the office goblin said making Harry crease his brow in confusion.

"Hold on, you know me? How? And how could all of this, the circle room and the dragon, have been avoided? I never even made it passed the silver doors at the front before I was pulled to the side through a door that wasn't even there, into that circle room with that weird magic in it."

"The silver doors, the doors that lead to the lobby of Gringotts, triggered an alert that there was something wrong with you, so you were brought into an Analysis chamber for us to identify it, those that are potential threats are not permitted into Gringotts until the issue is resolved." The office goblin explained.

Harry heard the sound of rustling paper for a moment before the goblin continued.

"Aside from the horcrux, there is also evidence of a ritual performed that has done something to your soul, but I and our curse breakers cannot identify what exactly it was meant to do. Our Analysis chamber so indicated that the ritual on your soul is older than the horcrux." The goblin continued.

"Well this is all very interesting but I can't help but not hear how you know who I am when I've never been here before." Harry said which made the goblins, all three present, look at him strangely…well even more strangely than before when Harry pushed his way out of a dragon.

"You don't know, Mr Potter?" the middle goblin asked, sceptical.

"What is it that I'm I supposed to bloody know!? Spit it out!" Harry was beginning to get really annoyed now, did Petunia leave out parts in her story telling?

"Mr Potter…you're the Boy Who Lived."

"The who that did what now?"

The middle goblin, who revealed his name was Razorclaw, informed Harry of the events 10 years ago, some of which Harry already knew from his aunt's recounted storytelling, other parts he didn't, like how he was the only one to live through the one curse that no one had ever survived –

"You said that this…ritual on my soul…was done before this piece of someone's soul attached itself to me?" Harry asked, just to get his fact straight.

"Correct." Razorclaw answered.

"Then it was something my mum and dad did… probably the reason why I can't seem to stay dead…but why they would do something like that begs the question of their reason for doing so." Harry mused, his words making the goblin curse breakers exactly what they had seen with the dragon.

Which they whispered to Razorclaw an instant later.

"Yes… that does seem very peculiar, Mr Potter… you cannot seem to die." Razorclaw began, a little uneasily. Goblins had always used the threat of death on wizards and witches that got too rowdy in their bank, Gringotts was sovereign land after all and this new development with Harry could complicate things.

"Well that's not exactly true," Harry replied a little embarrassed. "I can die, your two buddies at your side saw that, I just don't stay dead…I always come back after a flash of green."

"Extraordinary…" Razorclaw muttered.

"I also can't seem to die again by a cause of death I've experienced before..." Harry revealed earning him looks of astonishment from the goblins in front of him.

"Mr Potter! How could you have possibly died before today? Don't you have people that look after you?" Children were near sacred to goblins, as the small statured creatures didn't have children very often, or very easily, it part of the reason why they signed so many peace treaties in the past.

"Eh, I have people I'm related to, if that's what you're asking but they are the ones that have killed me many times over. They starved me and deprived me of anything to drink till I died once, they beat me up so bad I died, they drowned and strangle me, not to mention all the spiders and snakes but they weren't because of my relatives, my relatives only put me in those places where the snakes and spiders had the chance."

As Harry as recounting the ways his family had killed him the goblins were looking at him in shock, till Harry began clicking his fingers to get their attention.

"Hey, you still there? I have a question for you." Harry asked, now growing impatient being in this office, mostly because the chair he was sitting on was mighty uncomfortable more than anything else.

"What is it?" Razorclaw asked gruffly, getting back into the typical goblin mannerism that magical human's best associated them with.

"Well this is a bank right? And I came here in the first place to see if I had any money here, so would you mind telling me if I have any here or not?"

"Of course you do, your family has had vaults here for generations." Razorclaw answered gruffly.

"Oh good, don't suppose we could wrap this up so I could go get some? Your dragon kinda destroyed everything I had so I need it all replaced."

"Soon…first we need to deal with that horcrux in your head, Gringotts will not permit to have a horcrux wandering freely in our bank." Razorclaw replied making Harry scowl.

'Oh come on…' groused Harry in his head.

"We will need to have you looked over-"

"No way! After what you did with that room and the dragon? You can forget it. Just tell me where it is and I'll cut it out myself." Harry refused.

"My Potter, horcrux' cannot be dealt with like that." Razorclaw deadpanned.

"Hey didn't we just go over that I can't stay dead? Just tell me where it is and I'll do what I did to the dragon to get rid of it." Harry replied heatedly.

"About that Mr Potter, what exactly did you do to that ironbelly dragon?" one of the curse breakers interjected. "That will need to go in our report as the dragon's carcass is disposed of." The goblin explained to Razorclaw.

"Ok if you just have to know…" Harry sighed exaggeratingly. "I focused my magic into a tight ball and let it explode, it is how I learned to use my magic the way I do…at first at any rate. The dragon's skin didn't react well with my magic when I tried to have my magic scan it but when I was inside it, after I came back to life after being melted by its stomach, there was nothing stopping me from doing it, so I let my magic loose which killed the dragon… which I say again is not my fault." Harry answered defensively.

"The horcrux is in your scar, Mr Potter." Razorclaw answered after a moment's silence, and looking over the report from Harry's analysis.

"Big surprise there…" Harry muttered. "You mind if I do this here or would you like me to go somewhere else? I imagine that with blowing off my own head it might spray about the room."

"This way." Razorclaw answered moving to a door that Harry swore wasn't there a moment ago. Finally getting off that uncomfortable chair Harry followed Razorclaw through the door into a plain looking room with swords and shields hung up on their walls.

"Take off the robe too, it's not yours and we don't want it dirty."

Grumbling at the goblin for making Harry stand naked in a room full of weapons, Harry focused his magic into his palm and placed it flat over his scar.

A few seconds later Harry's head exploded in a gory shower of blood brains and bone.

Followed by a flash of green.

Razorclaw handed Harry the robe back, returning to Razorclaw's office, where the curse breakers began looking over Harry's scar to see if it was still a horcrux.

Seven minutes later, a very miffed Harry was told that his scar was still a horcrux.

"Stupid bloody piece of…" Harry began cursing till an idea came to him as his eyes caught sight of a dagger on Razorclaw's desk.

Summoning the dagger to his hand Harry was halted from doing anything else when the curse breaker's each took hold of each of his arms holding Harry still.

"Wizards are not allowed weapons in the bank, Gringotts policy." One of them spoke making Harry scowl.

"Ok then, you do it then, I wouldn't be able to do it well without a mirror anyway." Harry said with a growl as the curse breakers let Harry's arms go, one of them taking the dagger from Harry.

"Do what, Mr Potter?" Razorclaw asked sitting behind his desk again.

"Your curse breakers can cut my scar off my head with the dagger, and if I die from them doing it then they can do it again when I come back to life. Then I can finally get some money to buy some clothes."


AN: Harry can't die by the same cause of death twice. If it helps, I'll add a list of all ways Harry has died in the past to allay some confusion if you want.

Do you think Harry's attempt at cutting his scar off his head will work?

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