AN: here we are again. I don't stick to any particular writing schedule, or plan these fics out all that much, hence why updates are all over he place.

But it IS an update, which has to count for something, right?

Enjoy!


There was a few moments pause in Razorclaw's office as Harry's last words sifted through the brains of the goblins present.

"How…many times have you died…Mr Potter…?" the lead goblin in the room asked.

"All of this I've already told you, I'm just counting them seeing as you can't seem to count them yourself..." Harry paused, mentally backtracking his deaths, counting them on his hands till he went past ten and continued on. "…Thirteen."

"That is quite a number Mr Potter." Razorclaw commented, choosing to ignore that slight against him and his race, it wasn't like he could threaten to kill the boy if the boy wouldn't stay dead after all.

"Now that we have that cleared up, can we get to the cutting the scar off my head please? The sooner we do this the sooner I can get my money and get my clothes, I assure you I don't exactly like standing naked in an office of goblins." Harry asked, just a little abashed at his lack of dress.

There was a moment of shuffling among the goblin's as they looked on their bodies for an appropriate dagger. A few seconds later one of the goblins found one that was most appropriate, after consulting with their companions in Gobbledegook for a moment.

"You understand Mr Potter that this has a chance of not working at all, don't you?" the Curse-breaker asked as he approached Harry with the dagger moving towards his forehead.

"No not really, if it works or doesn't it doesn't really matter, I'll just have to look into other ways to get rid of this…whore cock, if this doesn't work." Harry said with a grin, knowing exactly what he'd just said.

"But if just cutting it off my head won't work, why not use a dagger that cuts magic out of stuff, if something like that even exists. Enough of the chatter, get to the cutting! Chop chop!" Harry prompted impatiently, he did have other things to do today.

Razorclaw waved at the Curse-Breaker to proceed. In the span of time it took to breathe a single breath the Curse-Breaker had carved the lightning bolt off of Harry's forehead leaving a deep red patch of where the scar used to be present.

Said patch of freshly cut skin began gushing blood.

"I'd be mightily pissed off if I had clothes on right now, kinda get why you asked me to take off the robe." Muttered Harry as blood spurted down his head and over his nude form in a steady stream.

"Well?" Razorclaw asked the Curse-Breaker who held the swath of skin that had the scar. A moment for a diagnostic charm later saw the Curse Breaker shake his head.

"Nope… it's still there, we will have to enchant a blade to excise the splinter." The Curse Breaker.

"Splinter?" one of the other goblins asked.

"The horcrux in the boy is far too small to be the only one created, there are more out there…a lot more if the size of the one in the boy is any indication." The Curse-Breaker clarified for his colleagues.

"Wow, that's terrific!" deadpanned Harry. "Don't suppose any of you could seal this hole in my head up so we can get on with our lives, hm?"

Razorclaw was strongly fighting the urge to smack the boy for his impudence, the only thing stopping him was the shitstorm said action would inevitably create for the bank if he did that to one of the bank's most profitable clients.

That and he knew the boy would do something just like that for the way that the bank had treated him, and Razorclaw had fought so hard to acquire this office, he didn't need this brat give another goblin the ammunition to take it away from him so soon after he'd gotten it.

It took fifteen minutes to both seal the hole in Harry's head and issue him with a temporary set of clothes for Harry to wear as well as fetch the key to Harry's vault. Of that time Harry was busy cleaning his body of all the blood on his body, he wasn't wearing anything on his person with blood underneath it.

Both Harry and Razorclaw were immensely happy by the end of the time spent waiting, Razorclaw for Harry's sass and Harry for the surliness of the goblins in his company.

"Now that you have your key you will be escorted to your vault, so get the hell out of my office!" Razorclaw barked, emphasising his irritation with a fist slam on his desk. "You will be contacted at a later date when, if, a viable solution to the horcrux in your body has been discovered. Now scram!"

"Finally! Hopefully I'll never see your ugly mug again." Harry quipped lightly as he followed his escort out of the office, leaving Razorclaw alone with the curse-breakers to discuss excising methods.

"If I ever see that brat again it'll be too soon…" snarled Razorclaw as the door to his office closed.

After a high speed cart ride to his vault, with assistance from the cart goblin due to Harry's lack of glasses, retrieved a lot of money and rode a cart ride back to the main floor. Harry made to leave the bank with an escort goblin to assist in his getting around, before being stopped just short of the entrance by the guards.

"Those clothes are on loan Wizard, they will need to be returned at first convenience." They had said. This of course just made Harry scoff at the audacity of the guard's race.

"Wow, how uppity can you get… you're so clingy to these rags." Harry quipped. "Especially considering that you can't even wear them!"

"Anything of goblin origin, no matter the item is sacred! You best remember that!" the guard replied vehemently.

"Geez… take a chill pill, damn… the way you're acting you'd think these rags were made of gold or something…" Harry said muttering the last part as he exited the bank and back into Diagon Alley.

Standing in the Alley outside the bank entrance the issue of his visual impairment came at him like a wet fish to the face.

"Son of a-" Harry began to vent before an idea that hadn't presented itself until just now, popped into his head.

Focusing his magic into his eyeballs, or what he believed to be his eyeballs at any rate, Harry focused the desire to see clearer into the magic flowing to his eyes.

To Harry's growing ego, this seemed to work, to a degree, things observed in his field of vision weren't giant misty blobs anymore, though there was a little smoky outline to everything.

'It's not perfect, but it'll have to do for now… does this Alley have a glasses shop? It had better or there will be hell to pay for that dragon taking my eyewear…regardless of whether or not the pair I had was a piece of crap.' Harry thought ominously as he began his trek down Diagon Alley.

Harry did manage to find one, on the right end of the Alley. One eye testing charm later and an exchange of coins later Harry was mercifully no longer near blind.

Harry's first stop after that was, to his ire, a clothes store; he wanted to get out of these goblin given rags as soon as possible so to avoid the stingy goblins setting upon him about the robes that they had oh so graciously lent him.

"I need a watch too, or something that will keep time…I have no idea what time it is…" bemoaned Harry as he trudged through the Alley. For all of a second before he stopped dead, feeling the urge to smack his forehead.

"Harry you're a moron…Time!" Harry commanded opening his palm, commanding his magic to tell him the local time.

Noting the time flashing in his face, and suddenly noticing the scarce few people around the Alley, Harry came upon a very important realization.

"Everything's fucking closed! GOD DAMN IT!" he decried, to the bafflement and amusement of the few late evening, early night denizens of the alley within earshot before heading back towards the start of Diagon Alley in Search for a place to stay.

Harry didn't need to eat or drink, or sleep in comfort but if he had the option he was going to take it.

Thankfully the owner Tom, the man that Harry remembered being the guy that showed him to the entrance of Diagon Alley, was more than willing to accommodate Harry with a room to stay up until September 1st, although when the man found out exactly who Harry was, Harry had to ask very nicely very quickly if he could keep a lid on him being there, the last thing Harry needed right now was to be bombarded by raving fans.

'At least until I'm ready to handle it.' He told himself.

The next day, armed with money from the bank Harry made his way down and through Diagon Alley, his first stop, a clothing shop.

"I sense a great foreboding coming from here…" muttered Harry as he entered what he assumed had to be a clothes store.

'If the sign Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions isn't a sure mark for a clothing store…' Harry thought ominously as he entered the store.

One and a half hours later, a much poorer Harry left the robes shop dressed in a totally new look of velvety dark coloured robes, all of his many other purchased sets of clothes, magical and mundane, shrunk down and stored in his robes' pockets.

"Where to go now…oh shit before forget, I gotta return these rags for robes…oops." A quick detour to Gringotts saw Harry literally throw the robes at the goblin guards at the front of the bank, to the utter shock and bafflement of the few people passing by at that exact time.

Harry only stuck around long enough to hear a string of what he could only assume to be swearing in Goblin tongue explode from the guards at the front before hightailing it out of the area as fast as he was able.

"Now with that sorted out…time to buy a chest; I am not buying no books, or anything else, without a place to store it all…damn it all, I should've gotten that first!" Harry exclaimed, smacking his forehead in annoyance for his lack of foresight, before exploring the Alley for a trunk shop.

Five minutes of tedious wandering saw Harry come across such a shop, which to Harry's great irritation costed a sizable amount of the money that Harry had on his person.

"Upselling assholes…" Muttered Harry as he left the shop for his next destination, a book store. Fortunately this store wasn't nearly as hard to find, unfortunately for him, Harry's booklist had burnt to ash from the dragon that roasted him the day previous.

As a consequence of not having a booklist Harry had nothing limiting him in his search for interesting material to purchase, the only one on the aforementioned book list that he'd tagged to buy being the Standard Book of Spells, and that one only because it specifically said on its cover, Year One.

Everyone had to start from the bottom up, and Harry had no illusions that he as any different regarding magic and its practical use.

Harry had, aimlessly wandering the isles of the shop, picked up books on a whole heap of assorted topics from Potions to Transfiguration and even Enchanting, because Harry thought it sounded interesting, and Harry didn't want to use his time on things that could possibly end up being boring.

His book choices selected Harry made his way to the clerk to purchase them when he was told he couldn't have more than half of the books he'd chosen.

"These books are for people a lot older than you, kid. Judging from your size you're most likely a First Year, aren't ya?" the store employee told him. Harry silently fumed at being denied his chosen reading material but nodded in affirmation to the shopkeeper's question.

"Where's your list then?" the man asked.

"Turned to ash, if you have to know." Grunted out Harry.

"Ah, a Floo accident huh? Happens every now and then I'm told…not to worry kid, the store's sent a copy of what books for the year a student needs a few weeks before school starts just for this reason, we'll get you sorted out."

Harry had half a mind to tell the shopkeeper to "Go fuck yourself." But held his tongue; they might charge him extra money and while Harry had a lot on him at present, he didn't want to do anything that would hasten his need to go back to the bank and the blasted goblins.

'That's what the trunk salesman did.' Thought Harry, his mood bristling at the memory before his mind returned to the present.

The employee at the register called for an assistant and had them take Harry off to collect the appropriate First Year materials, returning twenty minutes later to complete the sale.

After leaving the store Harry hightailed it back to the Leaky Cauldron to sift through the newly bought books. When he did, his mood began to turn sour quickly, there was no references to anything that he thought would be in them, it was all introductory warnings or what not to do and the potential dangers involved in this branch of magic.

"Bah." Huffed Harry as he tossed the book in hand across the room, which hit the wall with a dull thud before hitting the floor.

What need did he have for precautions and warnings?

Another thing, he realized, after skipping to another book in favour of the one he'd just thrown, was that much of what was involved inside had a lot to do with a wand and waving said stick around. Which he didn't have yet.

Or need one, really.

"Well hell…" Harry grumbled, flicking through the pages to see if there as a glimpse of anything interesting, realizing after a quick glance at each page, that more than half the book in his hands covered warnings and precautions of what would happen if something would go wrong with attempting to use the magics described in the books pages.

"Nope screw that," Harry decided, throwing all the books he had out, back into his trunk, slamming it shut. "I'm gonna go get my cauldron and… potion ingredients…" Harry stopped abruptly, the words he had just said reverberating in his head for a moment before near face faulting as they recycled in his mind.

"I can't believe I was thinking of doing something so…childish…" he grimaced in distaste before going for another book in the stack, picking one at random.

"Standard Book of Spells eh? As good a place to start as any really." He said with a shrug before beginning to flip through the book.

"Wand Lighting…pass. Softening…has potential, I suppose. Severing charm…that could be interesting, as well as the fire making charm; kind of glad that dragon roasted me now…though I'll still need to be careful about my clothes… but I can kind of do that anyway, I did it at Privet Drive pretty easily so I think I can skip that one too. What else… oh locking and unlocking spells, which will come in handy…" Harry uttered, rubbing his hands together in unholy glee at the possibilities that could have for him.

"What else… mending and Levitation, that's really basic, and makes a very short list of things to learn over the entire year in one class…" Realising this, Harry's shoulders sagged with impending dread.

"I'm going to be so bored, I can tell."

Resigning himself to what he believed was going to be a very dull year at a school for learning magic, Harry chose a spell at random and began to practice, magic sparking to life between his fingers.

He couldn't do the spells like in the book, but like he'd done with analysing magic within Gringotts, if he focused enough will into his magic, it would conform to his wishes and do as he intended, like he'd done right from the beginning.

With this mindset of his, Harry was casting charms all across the room wandlessly without a care in the world in moments.

With his little thrill of casting easy magic, easily ebbing away Harry's mind began to wander, his mind coming back to a conversation between him and the goblins within the bank.

"Whatever you did mum…" Harry spoke fancifully to the empty room, laying lazily on the bed. "It has well and truly done me a solid, not dying is so cool! And I can do so much now because of it, more than likely due to that death from magic overload but hey, I'll take it."

"I wonder how many other ways I'll be able to die in this world, these magicals had better be creative…" Harry thought before leaving his temporary lodgings for the Alley once more.

From his venture through the Alley yesterday Harry noticed that everyone he'd seen used a wand, and Harry, in a bout of prudence decided that he probably should get one for himself, if only to disguise his, clearly, rare wandless casting capabilities.

Not that he'd use it all that much, if ever.


AN: I'm not making this too easy for him, am I? With the whole wandless intent casting and such.

Suggestions are helpful, as always.

Also, if you're still reading at this point, (because lets face it, who actually reads Author's Notes? I mean, I try to but it's usually just author's ramblings, so i skip them more often than not.) I'd like to thank those that have Reviewed, the 55 that have Faved and the 93 that have, at this point in time, followed this story, and the one C2 that this fic is in. It really does give me the warm fuzzys seeing one of the 11 stories i'm writing is enjoyed by more than just me (as the writer, if you're not having fun doing it, then what exactly is the point of it all?).

Till next time!

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