I don't own Harry Potter, this is a fanfiction only.
As I felt my rags change and I saw that he indeed made them look decent, if not a little weird. I mean I never wore robes before, and certainly nothing like the ones I was wearing.
Just as he finished two men who I recognized came in and did something I also recognized from my childhood, they placed a muzzle on me and chained by hands to what Vernon used to call a leash.
I guess it was time for the two men who knocked me out, to take me out for a walk. Vernon did that often in the back yard, where he loved to hit me with a whip during my childhood. This was actually a lot more friendly than what I expected.
They tied the chains to a chain and before me were several old men and one woman who if I didn't know any better was the daughter of a toad. She certainly had the face that proved that correct.
"The Accused shall stand!" I only guess that they were talking to about me.
"Harry James Potter, you are accused of the murder of three muggles, Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley. You are also accused of being a werewolf and not registering your condition to the proper animal care office, and last but not least dishonoring a noble and ancient house with these previous acts. How do you plea?"
I knew I hated the toad-faced woman as soon as she finished saying that, Albus stood up near me and put his hand on my shoulder. "This young man did nothing that warrants him being accused of anything. He did kill those three abusive relatives of his but did so to save his own life, taking a life in self-defense is not considered a crime."
"The second charge is simple, he had no contact with the magical world and thus he could not register his condition. He is a natural born werewolf, and thus he was not changed recently. Any attempt for me to contact him were stonewalled by the formerly mentioned abusive relatives."
"And the final charge he only changed to scare them into apologizing since they would never do so otherwise. Instead, Vernon discharged a shotgun injuring Harry and making him lose consciousness, all the killings were done as an instinct by his wolf side to save himself. He had done nothing to dishonor his noble or ancient families."
A man sitting in the middle looked confused and at the toad-faced the woman. "What do you mean families? I am aware that he is the last member of the ancient and noble house of Potter. I was not informed that he had claimed to other families."
Albus laughed and he looked at him, "Cornelius it is quite simple, we just found out due to a blood test he was given to better treat his injuries. Harry here is the descendant of Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor, Nicholas Flamel and of Sir James Potter."
He looked at me and smiled, "In fact, my good friend was making a set of items for both him and your father. They have enchanted rings that will allow you to resist the effects of the full moon when worn. He would never want his great great grandson to have to drink that awful tasting potion after all."
The toad-faced woman stood up and looked a lot like Vernon when he was angry, her face taking a shade of purple I was so familiar with. "This werewolf needs to be destroyed, it has already tasted human flesh! He is a danger to us all!"
Albus laughed as she said that, or should I say screamed that whole thing. "Dolores, I would very much like you to ask the two men near Harry, they will testify that he did not, in fact, eat anything from the bodies of the people he killed."
I looked at her and I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about putting any part of either my uncle, aunt or uncle in my mouth. "I am a werewolf true enough, I been able to survive malnutrition thanks to that and I only ate stray animals. I have some pride, after all, not even I would put something as foul as human flesh in my mouth."
Dolores stood up yet again, "See he openly admits he does not consider himself human! He is an animal, he should be killed as one as well."
I stand up and look at her, she immediately sits down as she sees how I am looking at her. "My so-called relatives have given me nothing but reasons to be ashamed of being human, their cruelty and disregard to my well being prime example, now you, if you don't apologize this instant I shall be more than happy to enact my right to demand an honor duel for insulting a member of an ancient and noble house. I give you thirty seconds to apologize or else."
Albus looked at me and was surprised I knew this much about the privileges being a member of an ancient and noble house were. I told him since the family was ancient and supposedly noble then they would protect the honor of said family. He nodded and told me indeed that was the case.
The man I came to know as Cornelius stood up next and asked me a rather obvious question, the answer should be pretty much implied. "What are the terms of the duel?" I stood up once again and using only part of my strength I broke free from my bindings.
This caught everyone by surprise, and indeed they looked rather afraid that I could break free from something that they could not have they been in my place. "It should be pretty obvious, to the death, I would accept nothing other than that for causing harm to all the ancient and noble families I am a part of."
Cornelius looked at Dolores and looked rather disappointed that he would have to say this. "Umbrage apologizes for this instant or after you are dead I will give everything you and your entire family owns to Harry Potter."
It turns out it was not the prospect of fighting to the death that would motivate her, it was the prospect of her entire family become poor that actually motivated her. She got down on her hands and knees and begged me to forgive her. She only made it by a second but I was honorable as accepted her apology.
I did tell her that if she insulted anyone from any of the families I am a member of, that next time there will be no power magical or otherwise to say her from my wrath. Albus was quick to remind me she unlike me was a fully trained in the use and casting of spells.
I just had to remind him that I was a fully trained, able, and upset werewolf. She might be able to cast a spell, but next to my speed in my full form, it was as good as throwing paper balls at a cheetah.
"Harry do you mean to tell me you actually would kill her? I mean she might not be nice or even polite, but she is a human being, and killing her might cause more harm to other innocent people than good."
I looked at him and could not help but to grin, "If she insults any of my relatives alive or dead, she will not live to regret it. You say show mercy, I say you reap what you sow. You say turn the other cheek and I will say a good offense is the best defense."
I was simply not going to put up with her stupidity and rampant discrimination against anything she did not consider human or her equal. I looked at the supposed Minister of Magic and could see he was not that happy about my decision to forgive her.
"Now if you and the others will excuse us, me and Mr. Potter here have quite a few things to get done today. I would very much like to have him at least buy his school supplies, and maybe some essentials."
We were dismissed and I could not help but to wonder why in the world would I need to buy school supplies for? "Now Harry, I don't want you to worry about money or anything. I am your legal guardian and as such, we can get money from your trust vault."
"I was ready to send you a letter telling you that you will be attending my school, but since you ended up killing the Dursley's in such a dramatic fashion. I guess you will need a new place to live as well, I say why don't you stay in the castle. You will learn a lot more that way."
As we walked through the streets I could not help but to notice how so many stared at me. I have been treated like a freak most of my life, you would think that I would get used to it.
"First, we need to stop at Gringotts, Goblin bank doesn't let the myths fool you. There is no better bank in all Magical England that their bank. No better place to keep your money and valuables secure."
The poem at the door had a nice and stern warning, I was still smiling as I imagined the horrors a thief would suffer trying to rob this bank. I was quickly led to a rather polite goblin by the name of Griphook.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Griphook, I am Harry James Potter. I need to visit my family vault. Need money for this school year, sorry if that inconvenience you in some way." As I said that he began laughing his head off for some reason I could not imagine.
"Griphook is fine young Lord, and don't worry. The only thing I ever have to do is to watch out for the Potter Account. I take care of the Vault, Investments, and other financial responsibilities. I have been in charge of it before even your father was born. Got to say I was surprised to find such a polite Moon Howler."
I stepped into the cart along Albus, and he quickly told me he would also need to visit my relatives vault. Needed to do Nicholas his old friend a favor. Griphook told him it was no problem.
The cart ride I imagine would put most muggle roller coasters to shame, I could not remember the last time I had so much fun.
As we got to the vault he ran his finger on the vault door and the door vanished. "Griphook what happens if a person tries to rob a vault?" He looked at me and gave a rather stern look.
"Nothing much, they get sucked into the vault. They can't get out, but don't worry we check the vaults for thieves every 300 years or so." I could not imagine anyone being able to survive that unless for some reason they could get food and water somehow, and not even that would save the thief's life.
"Nice, I got to say that it's nice to know my money is safe. Gives me a feeling of calm to know I don't have to worry about that. So when do I get to hear about my family's account? This pile must not be all there is, is it?"
Griphook relaxed after what I said and nodded his head, "Indeed, this is your trust vault. The other vaults are not accessible to you till you reach the age of 17. Don't you worry about that."
Albus looks at him and smiled, "Could we go a bit slower, I am not feeling so good."
Griphook laughed once again after he heard him say that, "Sorry, sir. One speed only."
As I got my money in a very interesting way. I got a pouch that had a bottomless charm on it, kind of like Dudley's stomach. Guess I shouldn't speak ill of the dead, but thinking where he and his parents probably were it shouldn't even bother them while screaming in agony for all eternity.
"First, we need to get you a wand, I hope Ollivander has something you can use. You know a wizard or witch does not actually choose a wand, it's the wand that does the choosing. I swear it's like they are alive sometimes."
As we got to the shop, I saw a man that had a pair of magnifying glasses instead of lenses on his glasses. "Albus nice to see you again, and this must be Harry Potter. I sold your mother and father their first wands you know. So sorry to hear that they are dead."
"Now why don't you tell me which is your wand hand?" I immediately lifted my right hand, at some point Albus just left and he left me alone with the wand maker. I don't know why but he must have to need to talk with someone.
A strange little measuring tape began to measure everything it could, even down to be space of my nostrils. "Ah, here we are oak, unicorn hair. Let's try this one. Give it a try with this wand."
The wand was as cold as ice when I touched it, I moved it and three empty boxes burst into flames. "Definitely not this one, how about this one mahogany, tail feathers of a particularly temperamental griffon." Once again the wand felt odd and three boxes came crashing down.
Over and over each wand failed, and the more the pile of wands that didn't choose me, the more excited and happy the old man became. "I wonder, he walked over to a particularly dusty box. He took a wand out and placed it in my hand.
It felt warm to the touch, almost like the wand was welcoming me. "Curious, Very Curious." I moved the wand and a stream of firework stars came out. "Indeed, very Curious."
"What is so curious, Mr. Ollivander?" He took the wand and placed it inside the box."I remember every wand I ever sold . The curious thing is that the phoenix who gave the feather for this wand only gave another. It is curious that you would get this wand when it's brother. Well, it's brother gave you that scar."
