Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. If I did then Harry would have some serious mental issues from being neglected and actually tried to survive on knowledge not luck.
Chapter One
It was late at night with the street barely lit. A young adult laid on a bed, little more than a cot, waiting for the one thing in his dreadful summer that he was looking forward to. His Inheritance, when he would come into his full power, and be considered an adult as well as not having to worry about using magic underage.
A few more minutes until the clock would turn 12:00. As it was only 11:53, Harry Potter - the savior and Boy-who-Lived - had some time to think on his current predicament. He was supposed to save the wizarding world from a madman. Voldemort. A man bent on mindless killings and took pleasure in torturing muggles and wizards alike.
He wished he could have been neutral, or at least normal. But no, he was forced to become the figure head for the Light; a possession, a weapon. He could never have be 'just Harry,' how lucky for him. At least this time around, he had accepted that he could never be 'just Harry.'
The Dark he would have considered joining, if he had the stomach for torturing and killing. Even if he did, Voldemort would surely kill him because of that damn prophecy. He had to deal with being the Fate's whipping boy.
Then there was the Light, a side that claimed to be good and just. While there were certainly people on this side that were, the Lord of Light he was not so sure of. Albus Dumbledore was acting very strangely as of late. Harry was starting to recognize manipulation on his Headmaster's part. He also blamed his Godfather's death on that man; even more than Voldemort. At least with Voldemort he was expected to be a bastard that manipulated people to do what he wanted.
The clock beeped as it changed from 11:58 to 11:59. One more minute until he would get what was rightfully his; things were going to change. He would defeat Voldemort, but he wouldn't put much trust into Dumbledore. He didn't trust that man any more. Still, he needed to accept the Order's offer to train him. In order for him to defeat the Dark Lord, he needed to start getting serious.
A slight pinch started in his stomach and a resonating headache followed. The pinch slowly became a stabbing pain that spread to his limbs. His headache became so powerful he started thinking he would soon pass out. The room started swirly with powerful energy, and as the clock blinked 12:00, one Harry Potter screamed into the night before losing consciousness.
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"Ugh..." Harry groaned as he lifted his head form the old pillow that he was laying on. He briefly noticed the string of drool that followed until his throbbing head took precedence.
He looked around the room in confusion at the blurred area that was slightly lit up by the steam of light from the window. Reaching over to where his glasses were, he slowly put them on and blinked in surprise when everything sharpened a bit.
I had forgotten that I used to need glasses...
Looking around once more, Harry smiled slightly at seeing his horrible room that was located in Number 4 Private Drive, Surrey. This smile would have been surprising to anyone that knew him and his abuse from his relatives. They would have probably considered that the Prophet's gibberish was actually true and he was going insane.
So it worked. I'm back.
Getting up and out of bed was the first thing to do; but he had to do it slowly. The first time around he had immediately jumped out of bed and instantly fell to the floor. That had hurt, a lot.
After taking his time to stand up, Harry began to do some stretching exercises in order to loosen his clenching muscles. With a sigh of relief the tension faded and he was able to properly move around the room.
Alright I should get ready and leave before the Order of the Red Flamingo comes and tries to take me back to Headquarters.
Harry took out his wand at this moment and stared at it while concentrating to see the ties of magic to it. As he suspected, there was an assortment of tracking spells, notification spells, and even some power suppressant spells. He had always known that he had a wand his restriction magic on it, but it still pissed him off.
Now to remove these...
Still concentrating on his wand, Harry focused his magic towards his wand. The strings attached to it with an array of colors were detached and destroyed.
Good. Now that my wand is taken care of, it will be able to pack more efficiently. Hmm...I think I will leave my sad excuse for clothes here. Let the Order think what they will.
With a swish of his wand, all his important belongings - photo album, broom, map, and his invisibility cloak were shrunk and placed in his pocket. His now adorned black robe covered said pocket quite efficiently so when he went out it wouldn't look like he had anything to steal.
He briefly thought to take his school supplies, but figured that if he left them, then the Order would be all the more confused. He started to make towards the door, but not two steps forward, a tapping at his window caught his attention. An elegant black owl was outside his window hours before dawn.
Opening his window, the owl gracefully flew in and landed on his desk. Hedwig hooted a friendly greeting and once again back to resting. The black owl looked at Harry impatiently, holding an official looking letter. Reaching over and took the letter, briefly noticing the Gringotts seal before opening it.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Since you have come of age, you are now entitled to the main Potter Vault and the Evans Vault. These vaults are connected to your School Vault, due to blood relations and Will of the deceased.
Potter Vault – 3,500,03 Galleons
Evans Vault – 35,723 Galleons
School Vault – 9,058 Galleons
It has come to our attention that the Will of one Sirius Black has been activated. In this Will, you – Harry James Potter – have been willed the Black estates, vaults, and given the position of Head of the Black family.
Black Vault – 208,373,026 Galleons
Please come to Gringotts to retrieve your keys.
May you have a pleasant day and continue to let us manage your money.
Sincerely,
Gringotts
Well that takes care of quite a few problems. I was wondering how I was going to deal with the reading…Though, I am going to have to look into why this didn't happen the first time around…
Giving the sleek black owl a treat and thanking it before sending the owl off, Harry once again looked his room over. Deciding that he had all that he wanted, he slowly crept out the door – using Alohomora due to those bleedin' muggles – and proceeded down the stairs.
Good, they didn't wake up. I really didn't want a headache or the Order on my ass because the urge to torture and kill them is too much…
Harry opened the door to one Number 4 house and stepped out, breathing in the morning's air. When he came to the end of the driveway he immediately called for the Knight Bus and directed the driver to the Leaky Cauldron.
Off to Diagon Alley.
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Stepping out of the Knight Bus, Harry made his way into the Leaky Cauldron. He fooled with his hair until he was satisfied that the rat's nest of his hair covered his scar completely. Keeping his head down in hopes to not draw attention to his eyes, Harry quickly proceeded through the pub and out to the wall leading to Diagon Alley.
Tapping the wall, Harry waited until the entrance was fully opened and made his way through the practically deserted path. He eventually started walking towards Gringotts and continued on, no longer hiding his scar or eyes.
"Pardon me." Harry stated, getting the goblin's attention.
"Name." The goblin asked, looking no different than during the day – obviously not upset at working at such an hour.
"Harry Potter." The wizard answered. "I would also like the vault keys to my other accounts as well as the family rings to the Potters and the Blacks."
"Very well." The goblin replied, before gesturing to follow.
They arrived in an office, the goblin motioned to the chair in front of them, before making his way over to the opposite wall lined with drawers. Harry sat down with a grace that his body had never acquired before and watched the creature shuffling around. Harry drew his attention back to the goblin – he had been distracted by the shimmering bowl of liquid before him – and saw the goblin move to the opposite side of the table.
"Here are your keys." His companion stated before handing them over. "In order to get your family rings, you will need to place a drop of blood in this bowl." He pointed towards the bowl with shimmering liquid, then drew a dagger from within a compartment in the table and handed Harry the weapon.
Harry pricked his index finger with the dagger before setting it down on the table. Prior to proceeding further, Harry waved his hand over the dagger, vanishing the blood.
"Blood is a dangerous thing to have. I mean you no insult, just consider it my paranoia." Harry replied to the question gaze of the goblin.
"Very well. Please continue then." The goblin replied.
Harry placed his finger over the bowl before using his thumb to press out a drop of blood. The drop merged with the shimmering liquid turning the liquid red, but still had the glowing effect. After a short time, the liquid started to steam out of the bowl before completely vanishing. Inside the bowl remained three rings. Harry gritted his teeth before picking them all up.
Seeing the goblins surprised look, Harry glared. "I trust that what you just saw will remain in this room." He threatened.
"Of course." His companion replied somewhat tense and worried.
"Good. Now I would like to go to my vaults now." Harry demanded, he was not about to let thatsecret get out.
"Very well. Follow me." The goblin stated after he regained his composure.
They walked out of the room and eventually were riding down to his first vault. He had decided to forego his School Vault, choosing his first stop at the Evans Vault. They came to a halt and Harry made his way over to the vault door. He used the Evans key and slowly the vault opened.
Looking it over, Harry noticed the many galleons, but he wasn't here for money. That would come later. His eyes caught sight of a gorgeous cloak that drew his attention. Moving over to the cloak, he gently took it into his hands and felt the soft, silky fabric. The cloak was a beautiful forest green but only darker making it almost black. It was lined with silver thread.
Concentrating on the peculiar feeling he got from the cloak, Harry was surprised to find that there was numerous charms woven into it. He found protection spells against: harm, damage, harmful potions. Focusing more Harry determined there was also concoction of miscellaneous spells: heating charm, cooling charm, lengthening charm, shortening charm, shrink charm, enlarging charm, not-notice-me charm, and cleaning charm.
I wonder why this is in Mum's vault, it's more Slytherin then Gryffindor. It is beautiful and very useful…I certainly have no problem with Slytherin colors.
He grabbed the cloak and shook off his older, more frayed robe. He then put the cloak on and sighed at the humming feeling that went through.
Hmm…it recognizes my magic and accepted me as its new owner. Who ever made this was a genius. I wonder who gave it to Mum...I can't see her buying something like this. Though I never personally knew her so I guess anything's possible.
Shifting the cloak so that it covered him completely he then proceeded with his observations. Close to the cloak he had found, Harry noticed a pensive and numerous potions that from his centuries of experience told him that they were very rare. Shrinking them he placed both the pensive and the potions in the opposite pocket that held his most valuable items. Deciding he was done with his Mum's vault, Harry stepped back towards the goblin and indicated that he was ready to continue on.
After a few more minutes of riding, they stopped at a larger looking vault. Harry had requested that the next vault that he visited would be the Potter Vault. Placing his key in the lock, the vault slowly opened and Harry walked inside.
His father's vault was definitely more impressive than his mother's, but that was a given since this vault belonged to the Potter line not just one person. Harry continued walking in, noticing the large amount of galleons to one side of him. Thinking over his finances he decided to call the goblin over.
"Excuse me; I would like to create another vault." The wizard stated, though it was more of a demand rather than a request. I need to relax some, I have always respected the goblins…it must be the after effects of coming into my Inheritance…
"It will be done. What name would you like and what are you going to put into it?" The goblin asked suspiciously, no doubt remembering what had happened with the rings.
"Lion and Snake." Harry stated answering the first part of the question, while calculating the money he wanted to transfer from his other vaults.
"A very strange name but it will be done." His companion replied looking less suspicious and more confused.
Hopefully if anyone comes looking they won't be looking under obscure names…Dumbledore is a real pain in the ass with all his meddling and manipulations. I wouldn't put it pass him to try to go through my vaults…
"I would like 30,000 galleons transferred from the Potter Vault to the Lion and Snake vault. I would also like to transfer 2,000,000 galleons from the Black Vault to the Lion and Snake vault." Harry stated then thought of something else to add. "I would like this vault in the maximum security section."
The goblin looked surprised and then the suspicion was back. "Very well, there are conditions required to be eligible for maximum security."
"I have the money requirement since over 1 million galleons makes you eligible. I also am willing to fuse my blood into the vault and I have enough control over my magic to key the vault to me. These won't be a problem. As for a guardian, it might be delayed but I will have one for you. Am I to your satisfaction?" Harry asked while contemplating the goblins reaction. "And no, I will not be using the familiar bond to thatring; it will also not be related to that corresponding vault."
The goblin nodded in understanding. "It will be taken care of. You have one month to bring a guardian."
"Thank you." Was a surprised response considering the goblin's look. "I apologize if I have been rude. I have just found out a great many things and the pain of coming into my Inheritance has made me a bit edgy."
Nodding in acceptance the goblin then asked if there was anything else that the wizard needed to do in this vault and then went back outside with the positive reply.
Harry, glad to have that all taken care of, drew his attention to the far left towards the back where a highly decorated box laid flat on the floor. Walking over to it, Harry bent down to examine the box once more. After taking in the beautiful array of crimson and gold, he proceeded to open the elegant box. Peering in he was surprised at what he had found; a gorgeous short sword and matching dagger were laid neatly on a silk bedding.
Grinning, Harry closed the lid of the box and picked it up. He tucked it under his arm and walked towards the goblin, shutting the vault door on his way and collecting his key.
"The Black Vault please." Harry requested and soon they were on their way farther down towards his godfather's vault. Sirius…It's been a long time since I thought of you. Your death still pains me greatly. I will destroy that insane witch. She will die by my hand for killing you.
They arrived at an impressive looking vault and Harry instinctively recognized the Black insignia upon it. Getting off and walking over to the door, he put the key in the imposing looking lock and turned. After a brief moment the vault door started to open. Harry walked inside to a very large room that he could barely see the end of.
He walked for a while to the back of the room until he found what he was looking for. The Darkest of the Dark; I always knew that these books were in Black possession but I could never find them. I blame it on that bastard old man!
Shrinking the dozen books and placing them in the pocket that housed his new pensive, Harry back tracked towards the opening of the vault. When he closed the vault doors and retrieved his key, Harry turned towards the wizard.
"I would like a bottomless bag connected to my Lion and Snake Vault. I would also like an enlarged bag that will be able to fit a couple million pounds in. I would like to convert a number of galleons to total 1,500,000 pounds. I would like this money to be transferred to this muggle bank." Harry handed the goblin a slip of paper. "It will ignite after the money is transferred." Harry stated to the goblin who just nodded and gestured to get back on.
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After Harry left Gringotts, he had casted a Tempus to see that it was almost half past seven. People were starting to filter into Diagon Alley, and Harry responded by pulling his hood up and casting his face in darkness. It wouldn't due to have me found out this early.
Eventually Harry made it out of Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron and started to walk towards a more active part of London. After some time, Harry came upon a building that was his bank chain and walked in. He got quite a few stares but since it was so early, practically no one was around.
"Hello." Harry greeted the receptionist. "I would like a credit card. My account should be under Harry Potter and here is my ID." He continued; he had created the ID while walking here. It's truly wondrous, the power of magic.
"Ah, here you are. It seems that when your money was transferred we received a credit card as well. Did you perhaps contact your credit company ahead of time?" She asked while smiling slightly, anyone could tell it was just too early for her.
"Ah, yes I did. I just moved here you see, bit of trouble with a stalker. It was a quick decision and I needed to be prepared when I arrived here."
"A stalker? You poor thing! Well just you wait here; I'll be back in a jiffy!" The receptionist replied while getting the account number and running off.
Muggles are so predictable when you know what to look for. Though it wasn't exactly a lie, with both Dumbledore and Tom he really was getting stalked. I will need to talk to Tom sooner or later, might as well get settled before.
"Here you are!" The young women gave the plastic card over to her client gleefully. "Good luck with that stalker!"
"Thank you." Harry replied then walked out of the bank.
On his way to find a café, he saw a local convenient store and quickly stopped in to buy a few newspapers and ads. After walking a couple minutes he came upon a quaint looking café and ordered some hot chocolate – because Merlin knows how long ago he last had some – and some pastries. He was glad that the café allowed for cash back, since having some cash was always good. Once he had gotten a meal he went outside to the café's patio, picked a table and sat down.
Now then let's find a house. But before that, clothes. I may not be conscious of what people think of me but those stares are starting to get annoying.
While he was eating his pastries and moaning in contentment after every sip of his hot chocolate, Harry began looking over the newspapers and ads for houses to buy and realtors if those didn't work out. He conjured a pen while the other people he was around weren't paying attention and then went to work, circling those that were promising. As it happened, there weren't many. Getting fed up; Harry decided he might as well just contact a realtor.
He disposed of the advertisements and remains of his breakfast in the closest garbage. He had called a taxi and told them where to pick him earlier so at the sound of the horn, Harry walked over to the car. He then proceeded to tell the driver where he wanted to go and sat back while the car drove off.
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When he got to his destination, Harry asked the driver to wait for him and he would pay him for the time it took him here. The driver reluctantly agreed. He then strolled over to the Armani store, opening one of the glass doors and stepped in. Coughing loudly, the man that had been previously dozing on his desk, startled.
"Perhaps you could assist me?" Harry demanded. "That is if it wouldn't be too much trouble to interrupt your nap."
"Err…no sir. It's fine! Really! Uh…" The man stuttered and started to tidy himself up.
"Or perhaps I could go to another store, one with better customer service."
"Jason! What the hell are you doing!?" A shrill voice came from the left. The manager, a young professional looking woman was standing tapping her foot.
"A-Amelia!" The man shouted and took a hesitant step backwards.
"You fell asleep again!? I told you the next time that you slept on the job you would get fired!" The women stomped over and grabbed this 'Jason' by the arm and directed him towards the door. "You're FIRED!" She yelled as she shoved him through the doors.
"I take you have lost other customers because of him." Harry asked, amused as she twirled around with a start and looked at him.
"Err, yes. Unfortunately. I am really sorry about that, is there anything I could…help you with?" She stared at his clothes hesitantly.
"Yes. That would be lovely. You see an old neighbor of mine, who is constantly trying to get me into her bed – note that she is 15-20 years older than me – broke into my hotel room while I was relaxing in the bath. I barely got away but unfortunately all I had was a towel and this cloak – for I had left my clothes on the floor of the bedroom and I had wanted to examine this cloak in great detail – I came across a shelter and they gave me some clothes. So you see I am in desperate need of a new wardrobe since I will never be going back to that hotel. I had nothing valuable there anyways."
"Oh! I'm sorry sir! I'll get you fixed up and on your way with a whole collection of new clothes!" Amelia exclaimed as she motioned him over to a sitting area. "I'll get a collection of our finest." She stated and then walked briskly to the other side of the store.
I should write fiction. This is getting pathetic.
Quite a few hours later Harry had an array of clothes suited to his style. When he had been picking out some shirts he had brought up the need to find a house, Amelia was glad to right down the address of a very famous real-estate office for him. As he was checking out, the thought of paying the driver the money he now owed had come up in his mind.
"Is there ATM around here by chance?"
"Hmm? Yes right down the street."
"Thank you." Harry replied as he grabbed his bags and made his way out of the store.
"Good luck with that ex-neighbor of yours!" Amelia shouted as he walked through the glass doors.
When he arrived back at the taxi – he had taken time to change and shrink his clothing bags – he saw that the driver did, indeed, stayed. Ah the greed of muggles. He got in the car and directed the driver on his next destination.
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Harry stepped out of the car, paid the driver while laughing inside at the flabbergasted look said driver gave, and then walked through the doors of the real-estate office. Coming up to the secretary, Harry waited patiently for her to finish.
"Hello, what can I help you with?" The secretary asked when she noticed he was standing in front of her.
"I would like to speak with a realtor, your best. I certainly have enough money." He responded.
"Certainly! Your name?" She replied amiably.
"Harry Potter."
"One moment please, you can have a seat in our waiting area." She gestured to the comfy looking seats in front of a fire place.
"Hm." Harry hummed in confirmation.
Only minutes later the secretary came back, with her was an older looking woman that walked arrogantly but was still gracefully.
"Mr. Potter what can I do for you?" The woman asked pleasantly.
"I'm looking for a house." Harry replied and then went into great detail what he was looking for.
"I see. So you're basically looking for something that has a large library, some sitting rooms, a large bedroom, a workout room, a pool, and a finished basement that is updated in all electrical wiring?"
"That's correct."
"Hmm…I'll have to do some searching – unless…"
"Unless?"
"Yes, we have a building that has all of your requirements. It is rather expensive…it's a modern one story house with a large amount of land. It is away from other complexes and takes a while for the side road to reach the drive way. You'll have plenty of privacy and the only reason it's still on the market is the price…it's the off season right now."
"How much?" Harry asked hesitantly, if it was too much then he would have to go to Gringotts and have more money converted.
"1,000,000 pounds."
"I'll take it." Harry almost grinned at the shocked expression on the older woman.
"You haven't even looked at it yet!?"
"I believe that I have enough knowledge for what I need." Harry stated with a arched eyebrow. Can't tell that I used Legilimency now can I?
"I'll get on it right away." She muttered as she went back to her office to make the proper preparations.
"Everything seems to be going like planned." Harry smirked as he leaned back into the chair. "I knew the Muggle World would be the easiest."
AN: Well that's the end of chapter one. Hope you liked it.
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yaoifangrl4ever – I'm sure I will keep him immortal or not, depends on how the story goes. BUT he does have centuries of knowledge and that will be important.
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