Special thanks to Andy my plot beta, who helped with my worries that I was turning Harry into Hermione. One can be more studious and not a know-it-all.

Updated: Thanks again Julie

Flight and momentum is what you want, when you mount a broom. And if you don't give flying proper attention you are doomed to come crashing back down. Harry was feeling this misplaced attention after leaving his family's vault. He was lucky it was Griphook who returned for him. Harry's brain was not processing anything even when he was asked for his trust key. He was simply running through the motions when he filled his money pouch and got a health appointment.

Reality hit when Harry saw the late afternoon sky. He began to think of the mess in his room and wondering if his mum was like his aunt. Or would she understand that the chaos was a work in progress. Did everyone worry this much about what their parents would think? Harry skipped the ice cream because he knew it would spoil his dinner. This morning it would not of mattered, but all of that had changed. Harry had someone to make proud. That feeling was rushing through him like crashing waves.

Michel 'n More trunk shop was one of the few places that Harry was just Harry. The owner had known who he was the first time, but it hadn't mattered. It was this reason that Harry took his father's trunk over to be inspected. Michel understood the boy's sentiment and glad he only found issues with the trays. He admired Harry's resourcefulness when the boy questioned if he could use the ones from his current trunk. Needing little encouragement Harry got six more trays to fill out the internally larger trunk.

After finishing up business Harry headed for the Leaky Cauldron. An early dinner after a long day with an early start was perfect. Harry picked a large bowl of barley stew with sourdough bread. It was something that his aunt would stick her nose up at but that only made it taste better. A set of elderly wizards were playing a game of skill that Harry hadn't seen before. Harry slipped out when a rowdy crowd of older teens started to fill the dining area.

Room eleven had not changed since the morning. Piles of Harry's belongings were still scattered around the room. He unloaded the trunk and trays before unwrapping his parent's pictures. His father entered the view while Harry was leaning the portraits up against the bed frame.

"Finally!" James proclaimed. "Your mother said we needed to give you at least another half hour."

Harry smiled, knowing the anticipation, "How often have you checked?"

"Caught me, about every three minutes since you left. Should I go get your mum?" asked James.

Harry wasn't sure if his father was hyper or if this was the result of being locked in a vault for 12 years. "No, Dad, I'm sure she will show up when you don't go back."

"Definitely our son," mumbled James as he took in the room. "A snowy owl?"

"Yes, Hagrid got Hedwig for me. She was my first gift.. er.. at least that I remember."

"Harry, can you get tomorrow's Daily Prophet? Your grandfather says that there is going to story I need to know printed in it." Harry's eyebrow raised and James explained, "Dad didn't have enough information so he didn't tell me. You can tell I don't like waiting for answers."

"I'll ask Tom," Harry replied.

"He also told me that I should ask you about Quidditch. Do you play?" James smiled as he spotted Harry's broom.

"Yes, Dad, I've played seeker for the house team since first year." Harry blushed when James started whistling.

James nodded his head, "It's a shame when things like that aren't the most important part of your school year."

"Well we haven't won the quidditch cup."

"Is qudditch the only thing I missed?" Lily asked while the guys looked embarrassed.

""Yes, mum," Harry whispered as he wished he could hug her.

"How much stuff do you have left in your trunk?"

"I emptied it this morning for the first time."

"Well then this mess isn't a problem. Sweetheart, you look tired." Lily stated as she took in the rest of the room.

Harry informed her about what time he had gotten up and what he had done since leaving the vault. Lily was impressed that he had the trunk checked out. And the health exam seemed promising.

"Alright son, let's get your shopping list together so you don't have to waste time," Lily directed.

The little family went over the wardrobe and organizational items Harry wanted or needed. James recommended an everlasting notebook, expensive but worth it. (Not generally used by school children because they could be lost and cost) Lily suggested some manuscript practice books to improve his quill work. James even explained how to get muggle clothing in Diagon Alley. It all seemed to go downhill when Lily realized Harry was signed up for Divination.

"Harry, that class is a waste of your time. I think your morning porridge would have a better chance at predicting the future than a bunch of non-seers." Lily commented.

"Mum, I was afraid, what if I fail."

"Harry, you can't fail without trying. I know Petunia did not let you develop good study skills. We can help you change all of that." Lily tried to encourage her son.

"Son, both Runes and Arithmancy can be self-paced. If you put some effort in over breaks the work load won't be so bad. Also, you need to get Alsburg's Astronomy quick work." Lily glared at her husband. "Lily, Astronomy is dying, the muggles are reaching far more than the wizards ever will. If Harry finishes that workbook he should be able to get an O on his OWLS. Let things be simpler if they can be, it's not like we are stopping him from studying it if he wants."

"It feels like cheating. And if that's how you want to be… He might as well get ear plugs for Binns class." Lily sarcastically stated. James mouthed that it wasn't a bad idea. Harry laughed as his parents reminded him of Ron and Hermione.

"Oh, Lily it's only another path." stated James

In the next hour Harry had a letter written requesting the change of classes. Together they created a long shopping list. Many of the items were things he had no clue existed. His parents sent him off to wash and go to bed.

It did not surprise Harry to find his father waiting in his frame when he returned. James started, "This is something I've always wanted to do." And James launched into a bedtime story of how his father had caught a Leprechaun. Harry might have been too old, but he didn't care. He drifted off to a peaceful night's sleep.

A rooster in Diagon Alley made Harry laugh. Well, at least the alley had a defense against basilisk. The crowing started an hour before his aunt would normally wake him up. So long for sleeping in, Harry thought as he rolled out of bed.

Harry ventured down into his father's Library for the first time. The room was barely large enough that you did not get claustrophobic. Only one wall was lined with books, the other walls were a nondescript color that was to keep you from distraction. The opposite side, housed a desk and chair much like the ones in the inn. There was nothing on the wall facing the books. The entrance wall had a podium with a magical library catalog in book form. Harry flipped through it and asked it for dragons. The bookshelves started turning and revealing the relevant books. The library was simple, functional and impressive, it thrilled Harry.

It took only few moments for Harry to stick up his parent's portraits and his school pendants to the library walls. He had always wanted his own tack board, but that was pointless seeing as he was a wizard. He transfigured a memo frame out of some ribbon left over from Christmas. He added his calendar and a few photos of his friends. After he surveyed the library, he added a wall clock to his shopping list.

Harry brought his homework down into the library. It wasn't as bad as he thought, transfiguration and charms were complete. Potions had an alright draft and he had an outline for history. The only thing that was untouched was herbology. Everything needed to be rewritten as writing by torch was worse than his already bad script. He took his mum's advice and saved the rewrite until he saw if the manuscript training would improve his work. The next hour was spent working to the delight of his mother who was spying on him.

"Rise and shine sleepy head!" James shouted to a room full of giggles. Crossing his arms James pouted, "How long have you two been keeping me out of the loop?" When no one responded James add, "How come he can add stuff?"

Lily responded, "He's not you. So your father's restrictions don't apply. And Harry, I like it."

"Ok, I'm envious, but Son don't you think this will get distracting?"

"Argh… James you're the biggest distraction he's had. Your son has worked for at least the last hour." Lily stated as she stuck out her tongue. "Alright, what are you pouting about now."

"I won't be able to tell anymore bedtime stories from in here," complained James. "How long till breakfast.

Harry continued to work while Lily questioned James about how the library functioned. It wasn't hard for Harry to gain some insight into how the library catalog worked. He could make inquiries by title, author or contributor, subject matter and see the level of the book. The catalog was also designed to show if a book was in the Hogwarts library. They learned that James' Dad did not know how many volumes the trunk could hold. He did know that it was less than a fourth of the way full. Harry was sure that there were Ravenclaw families that treasured these libraries from generation to generation. He wondered what Hermione knew about the subject.

Lily commented, "The shelf trim work it's pretty."

"Lily that's a faux web of Wyrd pattern to hide the protective runes. Most libraries will have some variation or just plain rune works." James explained.

The desk was cleaned up before Harry left for breakfast. He reshrunk the trunk and pocketed it for the trip to the library. Tom gave him a large cheesy omelet with milk telling him that they were good for growing boys. The visiting hag could not even dampen Harry's good mood. That's when the news owls started swarming. Harry scarfed down his food for he now understood his grandfather's warning.

Harry raced up the stairs to his room and couldn't get into the library fast enough. Both of his parents were gone so he did the only thing he could think of and tapped his father's frame. Harry started reading as soon as his father showed up.

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James held his head in shame until he remembered about Harry's appointment. "Thanks Harry, no don't be late." It was painful for Harry to leave his father.

Awkward was the term that others used for those who titter-tottered between defined points. Most avoided being seen in a state that would be titled awkward. For Harry it was all that he had ever known. His aunt and uncle had made sure no one would perceive him as normal. The wizarding fame and Harry refusal to take up the roll put him at odds. And now Harry was parentless with parents. Harry took the state on like everything else he has done with his life. He did not live in resentment nor did he always wish or dream of something better.

Harry was off to do another thing that sets him apart from his peers. A medical exam, by himself, the idea would scare most children. It wasn't some sort of bravery, it was the only way Harry knew. If it had to be done, he had to do it for himself.

An attendant goblin greeted Harry with a bow at the entrance of Gringotts. They did not exchange words as Harry was ushered upstairs. The environment was different, it was open and airy unlike the downstairs. Domed skylights flooded the level with a natural warm glow. The goblins must have a herbologist as there were orchids and all sorts of greenery. The exam room was friendly, but lacked the painting found in the Hogwarts hospital wing. The attendant bowed to the healer and left. The healer reminded Harry of Professor Flintwick. Harry bowed again to the healer.

"Mr. Potter, I do shake hands, unlike my cousins," stated the healer.

"Oh," murmured Harry as he brought out his hand.

"I'm Healer Mason or Madam Mason if you prefer. I do not want to intrude on your privacy, but it would be helpful to have the reason for your visit. Don't worry, it won't leave this room," explained Mason.

His parents gave him the courage to explain the neglect and the hope for goblin aid. He also explained that he really did want to be as healthy as possible.

The half-goblin's human side came out as she compassionately explained the process. Harry changed into a strange hospital gown. The gown was like a silky muumuu. Harry was glad it was dark green or he would felt more like a girl in it. The hospital bed was like a lounge chair padded and comfortable.

You could hear the hum of magic and the quill on parchment as the scan started. Harry joined the other disbelieving patients that fell asleep during the process. The calm room and sheer boredom had Harry out cold fast.

The healer was not thrilled with the state of Harry's health. At least he had been honest. She would personally see that the goblins gave whatever aid was wanted. At least every issue, but his famous scar were correctable. Unlike wizard healers, Gringott's medical staff was trained to look out for dark magic. As their clients were not normal and required privacy from their known actions.

Madam Mason removed the darkness left in that famous scar. She tended to burn scars on his arms and mended a few poorly healed brakes in his hands and wrists. Mason ordered a neck strengthening device for a problem she had only seen in over worked house elves. She made up a potion regiment to fix the growth and nutritional problems. The only thing left was to Harry get help at school for a normal occurring problem.

Mason had seen worse, but what bugged her was that Harry's case should never have existed. The uncaring goblin nation would of done a better job raising the child. And no child should ever be completely alert when woken.

The exam results were better than Harry had hoped. Madam Mason had taken care of all the details. The potions would be dropped off at his room. The neck brace only need to be used for 3 hours a day for the next 2 weeks. She even believed that he would never have to deal with stinging in his scar again. He even had a common ailment, self-made magical blocks. Most unlocked them naturally with their magical training. He was informed that Madam Pomfrey could better assistance. Plus the school was a safer environment if there was any add accidental magic.

Harry started noticing fine etch work details as he left Gringotts. The etch work left him wondering if they too hid magic. Did it have something to do with the calm atmosphere?

Diagon Alley food vendors were out taking advantage of the good weather and traffic. There were carts in every shape, size and color. Signs danced, blinked, shimmered or anything else that would grab attention. Harry treated himself to anything that caught his fancy. Wizard summer sausage, hot 'n cold mixed nuts and a blue salad made him full.

The library entrance was a path over from the one that went to Knockturn Alley. The front was so small you had to know to look for the stone raven. The entrance was an elevator that left on every other odd minute. The largest public wizarding library in the British Isles was below ground, but above Gringotts underground. Hermione would have stocked this place if it hadn't been for wizards backwards ways. They had not moved on to a checkout system so all of the books had to stay inside of its walls. And the purebloods think muggles were inferior. At least it still offered services that had long since discontinued in the muggle world.

The library employed experts in the field of library creation and management. They guided people through the maintenance and expansion of collections. Many Ravenclaws dreamed of having such a job. People could pick and chose their expert. And the experts maintained their own clientele. The expert that had originally helped Harold Potter create James' collection was still living and working. The man was from a well-respected wizarding family and understood James curiosity and love for the practical. But Harold did not believe that the man would have the results he wanted for Harry.

Harry had to point out that no one could make the collection any worse so they agreed that Harold would select the curator. Irena Irwin was muggle born and young enough to still be considered mediocre. It was the fact that she had a backbone that attracted Harold. She was an acquaintance he had made from her habit of conversing with all of the libraries portraits.

Irena was captivated by the idea of a new client from outside her circles. It didn't happen often if at all. The library business was one of connections and how you evaluate people and books. She was in awe when she found out the client was Harry Potter. Her mother had given her good manners and principles so she settled out quickly. This was her first client from one of the old wizarding families.

"Mr. Potter, it's an honor," she smiled.

"Harry please ma'am," Harry said as he tried to flatten his hair yet again.

"Alright Harry, did you have anyone or a portrait to invite to this consult? Did you know that Lady Ravenclaw shows up for descendants of her favorite students," she said, trying to distract herself from her anxiety. Why was it that she could speak to any portrait and a 13 year old boy scared her?

Harry smiled as he realized her nerves and stated, "My grandfather, but I don't know how you go about inviting them."

"Oh, of course," Irena went on explaining the invite.

Harold was prompt and quickly took the reins from Harry. He explained what was wanted and why she had been picked. Harry retrieved the library catalog. Irena was glad to see that it was of the best quality without any useless frills. She enjoyed seeing the collection that had been put together less than 3 decades ago. Most of the basics were the self-updating editions, meaning the collection wasn't really out of date.

They dove into the topics muggle raised needed. They planned to add; Wizarding customs, culture, government, genealogy and personal care. Harry added his wants of house elves information and goblin customs. Harold added wizard stories and lore.

What stopped Harry in his tracks was when Irena had brought up his parseltongue ability. He had not known that there was a written language. Harold and Irena debated, finally finding a common place. All parselscript works would be restricted meaning they could not leave the library. But an exception was made for an American parselmouth journal from a respected American school. Harry decided that the library's snake reference section should be expanded. Irena figured out a way for Harry to check the titles before purchase since all British volumes would be from the used market.

A budget was set, delivery arrangements were made as they wrapped up. Irena hoped to have most of the expansion finished before the start of term. Harry was given contact information and he was to inform her if any subject area was lacking or if he had a new area of interest.

Harry was amazed at how quickly his shopping went with his mother's list. It was a matter of finding a free store clerk and handing over the correct list. Some things had an assortment of options like colors, and that would slow the process down. For the large part he was in and out of stores before he could snap his fingers. All the clothing would be delivered to his room the following day. And by 4 o'clock, Harry was at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour with the treat he wanted.

Portraits were removed from the library so that Harry could have someone to converse with while he unpacked. He explained the medical exam and the family discussed the goblins spa like environment. James was pleased to hear that they had bedside manners. Lily was glad that her baby had not lasting problems. James expressed that he had blocks that hadn't gone away on their own and the same was true for his mother. Lily knew it was the same for her friend Alice, Neville's mum.

Harry added finding out what happened to the Longbottoms to his list. Lily wanted him to help her godson however he could. It would explain a lot if Neville did have self-made blocks too. Harry would have to find a way to help that would not embarrass Neville. James frowned when Harry told him that Neville had his father's wand. Lily decided that Neville sounded more like his mother than his father. Alice had always been the one willing to stand up against those closest to her.

Harry remembered the dreaded neck brace and decided that he would have his dinner in the room later. James gave him a good humored teasing. Lily questioned if he could do his school work in the brace. Harry informed her that he would not wear it outside of the room. And ordering breakfast in bed was not his style. The family laughed at the antics the neck brace created. It wasn't long before they were planning a schedule and creating expectations.

Harry created a letter to the Runes professor to get set up on a self-study with classroom privileges due to quidditch. The letter included an implied request for the work now. The rest of the school related work seemed to be theme around the number 3. 3 Astronomy worksheets, 3 manuscript exercises and 30 minutes of each subject every weekday. The only odd thing out was the one Arithmancy exercise. Since Harry did not have James distraction problem (unless friends were around) Lily suggested he do most of the school work at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Harry was excited at the hope that this would make school less stressful and more enjoyable.

Lily and James debated about what was the best thing to do about potions. Ideas were rolling around when Harry ordered his dinner. The one he had liked best was getting a tutor for all of the year 3 Gryffindor students. Harry didn't see a way for him to truly learn the subject from books. James come up with a classroom defenses that only needed changes to the seating arrangements. Could he get everyone be on board? And would Snape allow the change? Lily thought they should play to Snape's personality. To Harry this basically meant that they should all become potion genius. Harry doubted it was even possible for them to become satisfactory at potions. The debate was still on when Harry forced himself to get ready for bed.

James was pleased to get another night of storytelling. Harry had dreams of unicorns of the forbidden forest from the story.

Web of Wyrd – I know I'm miss using this but I love the idea of hidden runes

Goblin medical spa idea was from an organized crime special. Goblins do know how to make money.

The neck brace was from the foster child that inspired me to write this fanfic. Please don't over think it. This child is also the one that wanted a muumuu in the story.

No, Harry is not going to come super powerful. I do see Harry as being Voldemort equal. The blocks have more to do for what I have planned for Neville

Still looking for a grammar/spelling beta