Harry tumbled out of the portal rolling onto the ground in obvious pain. His path took him down a pile of metal coins painfully falling forward till he stopped with legs spread opening. He was in luck as he stopped only a few inches before a half buried statue holding a rather sharp sword pointed at his groin. It definitely would not have been a pleasant trip if he had hit that!

The young man stood upwards and stretched feeling the kinks in his back crack as he rolled his shoulders slowly. He blinked in surprise lowering his hands before his face. They looked wrong to his eyes. For one he had all of his fingers when he distinctly remembered losing his pinky and middle finger from his left hand. What is more he noticed a distinct lack of scars that he expected to find there. What is more important is that he felt whole, fresh and younger. He quickly walked over before an ancient enchanted mirror to see his own image.

When he reached the mirror the young man found himself facing well him as expected. But, what Harry didn't expect would be that he would see his sixteen year old self staring back at him. What were more interesting were the slight differences when he expected. First his hair was still a raven black but it seemed less windswept. He was missing the Potter messiness that was always there in his youth. Second he looked much taller than he remembered him being at this age. Third his dragonskin battle robes were distinctly lacking a Potter and Black crests he remembered having on them instead just having the symbol of House Peverell and Slytherin present. In fact he was missing his Head of House ring for both the Potter and Black families.

"You look fabulous." The mirror spoke out loud to Harry but the boy ignored the magical mirrors after all they all were enchanted to talk like this. He shook his head once with a frown before he looked around at his surroundings. He was in a vault according the large stone pillars rising up into the ceiling and the mountainous piles of coins. There were piles of books, many of them so old they were decayed beyond even magical repair. Next to the books were piles of old withered and moth eaten robes and frames that used to hold paintings. The piles of galleons and knuts were present but now that he looked they appeared much smaller then he thought at first. Where the Potter family vault had over twenty million galleons this vault seemed to have far far less. He would be lucky if there was half of a million of the coins left. Then again whoever owned this vault would still be considered rich when considering a galleon was fifty pounds.

He frowned in concern as he continued to linger his gaze on his surroundings for something to tell him here he was. It was stupid when he moved at first before knowing what he was facing. His old teacher Moody would have been pissed at his lack of Constant Vigilance!

Harry closed his eyes and allowed his senses to reach out to his surroundings. While he had not gotten used to the idea of seeing magic and wards, he was powerful enough to sense them and feel them. It was a gift, a bloodline from his Peverell side. His Slytherin side was gifted in parselmagic and the Potters were gifted in larger magical cores. Every old family had their own specialty in their bloodlines that was part of the reason they were concerned often with muggleborns.

The young man let out a sight as he felt himself connect to the wards through his Peverell ring. It seemed he was in the vault of his ancestors the Peverells which was surprising because the vault in his age had been closed off and sealed for good. It was one of a number of things that made him angry in his old life. But, he was here to sort that out.

Harry had gone back in time using a dark ritual from the Black family vaults that required a large sacrifice that he would rather not think about to try to change things. The plan had been to go back and stop all of the wrongs in his life. Hopefully he would be able to assume his old self and change the world so that he could stop Voldemort's second and third rise before they began. Yes, a third rise, the Dark Lord had risen again using Ginny Weasley as his last horcrux. Who would have thought that Ginny had been one? Perhaps it should have been obvious since she was controlled by Voldemort for almost a year, in that time he had caused her to sneak out of the Castle and take an innocent life to complete the ritual to make her a live horcrux. Thank god he had never allowed himself to get close to her else that would have been an awkward honeymoon! Why Ginny what red eyes you have.

The young Lord shook away the thoughts with a frown. She and a lot of his friends had died and he rather not think about them. The fact that Hermione, Ron, the Weasley's had all been sacrificed. Oh how the world erupted into utter chaos again when Lord Malfoy again started to help the new Dark Lady. In the end muggles found out about the wizarding world and decided to end it. He still remembered the smart bombs that rained down onto Diagon Alley. He remembered how the Ministry was stormed and all wizards and witches captured sent to camps for study. Sure the magical world started to unit at that point, hell even he and Voldemort put aside their differences to fight the muggles. It was do so or die. But, all it did was escalate. Eventually the Dark Lord got the brilliant idea to use the imperio curse to control the mind of the muggles in charge of nuclear weapons. The end result were the complete destruction of Great Britain and pretty much a full loss of life. By that point Harry had abandoned the cause to get the hell away. He had determined that the only way to stop this from happening was to stop it before it all happened. Hence why he was here now, whenever now was.

The plan had been fourth year before the Tri-Wizard tournament. He would denounce Crouch, stop the tourney and start to destroy the horcruxes. Pretty simple, despite the high cost, it would be worth it. A grimace touched the lips of the young man as he looked around. He finally decided it was safe again to move so he made his way through the small piles of coins that were up to his ankles till he reached a small pedestal. On the pedestal stood a book, not just any book though, it was the grimoire of the Peverell family. The tome that held the secrets and lore of the family that owned the pieces of lore known to belong to the Grim Reaper. Harry could feel the pull towards the tome as he reached out about to grab it.

It was at that moment that the doors to the large vault slowly rolled open. Torchlight spilled into the room, which was rather blinding to a man that had been standing in the darkness using night vision. The night vision had been a gift from years of study and repairs to his eyes. He blinked a few times and held up his left hand which had the Peverell ring on it to shield his eyes.

Standing at the doorway was a full platoon of goblin warriors, twenty hardened, armed to the teeth little monsters that loved money, blood, and combat. Not to mention that they were very magic resistant this was why they often caused problems for wizards during the goblin wars. Harry inwardly groaned at the sight knowing this would not be pleasant. He slowly held his hands out to his sides palms open for them to see that he didn't have any wand in his hands.

"Human, you are trespassing in a vault of Gringotts, you will surrender to face goblin justice at once!" The voice of the tiny little monster echoed through the chambers. Almost to show their seriousness they rattled their spears but none of them entered the vault.

A light smirk touched the lips of Harry as he watched them. Oh yes, he knew the laws now. Despite the horrible history taught by Binns he had been able to slowly learn the laws, traditions and history of his people. He crossed his arms before himself making certain to have his two Lord of House rings reflect the light the goblins shined inside. He raised an eyebrow as if looking down at the individuals waiting outside, "I am the Lord Peverell. By tradition and treaty with the goblin nation this vault is my land. Those who enter and are not welcome will perish by ward and right. You dare threaten me and spit on our ancestor's treaties?"

He could hear the goblins speaking back and forth in their language. It was a pity that he never learned their tongue. Unfortunately in the third war they had decided to rebel and join Voldemort for promises of gold and muggle women to breed. It was a little known fact that there was a reason there was no goblin women ever see. There was none, they used muggle women.

It was a few minutes and the goblins still seemed to be conversing. Harry knew he couldn't turn his back on them as they were sneaky bastards. Instead he brought his attention back onto himself, "I call upon the treaty by right to have my vault manager here. Have him bring his blood ritual kit to test me if he wishes. But only he shall be granted permission to enter."

A few growls came out of the guards, he had after all interrupted them. It was partly bad form but then they were upset anyways. After all when a vault is unclaimed then the goblins could enter freely. When it was claimed though none could enter without the permission of the vaults owner due to the blood wards tied into the vaults. It was a rather annoying thing to the goblins, especially in their current situation. "Fine, we shall gather Vault-Master Steelclaw and end this nonsense."

Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes at the words, it was obvious if he was in the vault and they could not enter who he was. Still, the fact that he was here without them knowing is what was startling to them. Scared individuals, even goblins were dangerous. Harry pulled out his wand, when he did he could hear the stutter steps of the goblins readying for an attack. Instead he glanced over the death stick, the fabled elder wand, won after the first battle of Hogwarts from the Dark Lord. He flicked his wrist and conjured a large armchair and table. Taking hold of the grimoire he settled down to relax and wait. Normally the Vault-Master were elderly goblins as former clan leaders. They would commonly be several hundred years old or crippled noble warriors of the goblin people. Or at least as noble as their people could possibly be. He figured he would have time so he started to read, after all this was a new book he had not seen before. That in itself was very interesting.

It was around thirty minutes before the goblin elder arrived. He could hear a cane knocking hard against the ground three times before the doorway to the vault. Harry raised his eyes off of the book and beckoned the goblin forward, "I bid you alone entrance honored Vault-keeper."

Harry snapped the book closed and placed it back down onto the altar to await reading later on. He motioned to the other side of the small table with his wand and conjured a second chair for the goblin, "I am Lord Peverell honored Vault-Keeper, may I know the name of the one who guards my wealth?"

The goblin looked ancient even for one of their breed, bald on top of his head and beady black eyes staring at the young lord. It was obvious the boy was the Lord of the vault yet he had never met him and knew not how he got there. True, some ancient vaults were connected to the Lord's rings but the Peverell ring had disappeared centuries ago. This vault had once been filled to the brim with items gold and gems but over time the taxes for the vault ownership had withered away the dead vault. Now though there was an heir before the old goblin, a chance to revitalize the family and coin. After war the best way for honor is of course coin. "I am Steelclaw head of my Clan and Vault-keeper to the Most Ancient and Noble Peverell family. Before we speak further I must insist we perform the ritual and forms."

The young wizard smiled and motioned to the table and chair for the ancient goblin before taking his own seat. He watched the goblin place down the bowl, scrolls and silver dagger. He calmly held out his hand awaiting the slash for his blood.

The goblin stopped before he would strike the blood and stared, on the fingers of the young man was not only the lost ring of the Peverell family but the ring of the Slytherin family as well. Interesting that two treasures and lost vaults would be able to be claimed in one day. Still, proof first and profit second as the saying goes. The goblin slashed the palm of the wizard allowing the blood to fall into the bowl. Before he could wipe off the wizard's hand the young man waved his wand and the blood vanished from his hand and the dagger.

"I prefer my blood to be destroyed rather than collected per the treaty Master Steelclaw." The young man placed a hard smile as he stared at the goblin.

"As accordance to the treaty it shall be Lord Peverell." The old goblin allowed a grin at the traditionalist, a follower of rules and contracts was worthy of a hint of respect. Of course that grin looked like a snarl and could easily be mistaken for a disgusting looking face by most humans. The ancient creature completed the ritual quickly before dipping the corner of the parchment into the blood. The blood from the bowl ran upwards along the edge reforming into writing. After a few moments the words fully took context.

Hadrian James Peverell

Lord of House Peverell

Lord of House Slytherin

Date Born -

Parents -

Closest blood relatives:

Potter family

Black family

Gaunt family

The goblin grunted at the sight since it told almost nothing. Even worse the ritual would not tell the parentage or date of birth of the young Lord. A mystery, but it was said the Peverell family were always a mystery even in their legends. "All appears to be in order Lord Peverell. You merely need to sign this parchment and it shall be your vault once more, as will the Slytherin vault."

Harry took over the parchment, it appeared to be a standard claims form. A slight frown twisted his lips at the sight of a demand for ten percent of the vault as an inheritance tax. That feature was crossed out quickly by the young lord, next he crossed out the stipulation that one tenth of all items found in the vault would become property of Gringotts and all goblin made items would be returned. He started to return the document to the goblin for review of the changes when he noticed something strange. The date on the document, he had expected to return to the summer of 1994. Instead he found himself in Summer of 1969, July 31st to be exact. He stared at the date with the single thought going through his head, 'Fuck me!'

Author Note: This would be my version of a Harry goes to the past. It would end up I think with a pairing with Andromeda and Bellatrix Black (as twins). I would use the birthdate of 1953 for each of them so they would all be 16 going onto 17 and their final year of Hogwarts. I figure it might be an interesting political time piece where Harry will try to save the world in the past. Not sure if he will vanquish or destroy the dark lord. But, I always wanted a Harry/Bella/Dromeda story and I think it could be fun. Any thoughts? Like or dislike?