DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Please Note this is only my second attempt at a story. I am not English so if there is an American edge to it, well I am American - deal.
A Stranger In A Strange Place
I woke up uncomfortable in a chair.
"It's about time you woke up." Said a gruff voice in front of me.
But things were blurring, so I took of my glasses. I could see clearly. And my sleeves. They were shorter, or were my arms longer?
"Your attention if you will."
I looked at the goblin sitting at an average size, but very ornate desk. On top of his desk were a dead snake, a cup, a crown thing, a ring, and the locket.
"I am Deadclaw. The items before you are were all tainted with what you humans call a Horcrux, or soul anchor, as was the one located in your scar."
I sat there with a blank stare.
"What that means is that a human split their soul and put slivers of them into these objects and you, so they could cheat death."
I still sat there staring.
"After the extraction your magic flared. Apparently it was holding back possible possession."
I still sat there staring.
"The healing that took place, the combination of your free magic and goblin magic, healed your previous wounds and malnutrition."
I still sat there staring.
"Are you going to say nothing wizard?" Deadclaw demanded.
"So… I had a part of a soul in me. Along with the one in me there were six others."
"I already said that." Said a stern Deadclaw.
"Right. I am having flashes of familiarity with the information, it's confusing me."
"That is most probably a transfer of information from the soul anchor, left behind as it was removed while trying to stay embedded. Use occlumency to sort and store the information."
"How do I do that?" I asked, never have hear of occlumency.
Deadclaw tapped his desk and three books appeared.
"Read these, master the arts, and return them."
"I can definitely do that." Happily I took the books.
"Now to your accounts." Deadclaw stated, frustration further in his voice – if that was even possible.
Looking at him I waited.
"They are a mess. Your account manager has let your Headmaster access your accounts unauthorized."
"What does that mean?" I asked perplexed.
"That means that from your trust vault he has deposited money into the following accounts for the last 13 years: 100,000G Order of the Phoenix a year; 20,000G a year Durleys. From age 11 the following: 10,000G a year the Weasleys; 5,000G a year Ron Weasley; 5,000G a year Hermione Granger. From age 12 a further 5,000G a year to Ginevra Weasley."
I was in shock. Or was I?
Thinking about it the Weasleys came through on the muggle side of the barrier. No wizard family would do that. Ron had made sure that I would hate Slytherins – along with Hagrid poor dolt – and hail Gryffindor.
Both Ron and Hermione made sure to undermine anything I tried to do. Ron by constant distraction and envy; Hermione by lecture, distain, and jealousy. Ron couldn't stand that I had money, Hermione couldn't stand that I was smart, both dominated all my time. I realized then that I had no other friends.
Ginny was always trying to be my girlfriend, scaring away any others. The twins always buddy buddy – having the Marauders in common. Between the five I was watched and ultimately conditioned.
But to what end?
