Summary.

Harry gets fed up of the war, lies and manipulations and decides to do things his way.

The marauder way. Time turner. Smart/semipowerfulHarry

Flying the coop

After spending almost two weeks at Privet Drive Harry knew the timetable of the order guards outside. The easiest to spot was Mundungus Fletcher, whom Harry could not only hear when he came but smell him too. He came every second day from six in the morning till four in the afternoon

Then there was Remus Lupin who took the days Fletcher didn't come. Harry knew it was him, as his invisibility cloak was too small and his shabby clothes hung out from under it.

Once a week on the weekend, Tonks had the day shift. She was far too clumsy to remain incognito and he had noticed her the moment she arrived tripping on her cloak falling on her face.

Mad Eye Moody took every day from four in the afternoon till six in the morning. He never made a sound or gave an hint he was there besides for the footprints he left behind. It was a testament to the ex-Auror's resilience that he could cope with 14 hour shifts every day. He never made a sound or gave a hint he was there besides for the footprints he left behind.

To escape unnoticed he was going to have to time it when Dung's shift started as he was the least likely to spot him leaving. He was also going to have to pack without giving any hint to Moody that he was about to leave. That eye of his was really annoying (not to mention a violation of his privacy, not that that had seemed to bother anyone bar Harry).

It had just turned 6:00 Monday morning, harry heard Dung' arrive. He sprung into action. He grabbed his wand, photo album and a oversized hooded jumper he had stolen from Dudley and packed it into a small backpack, also curtsy of Dudley. Slinging on his invisibility cloak putting his Firebolt on his shoulder he made his way to the backdoor. Slipping out quietly, he mounted the broom and took off in the general direction of London.

After flying for about 10 minutes Harry landed pulled off his invisibility cloak putting it in his backpack, taking out the jumper. Once he pulled it on with the hood covering his hair he got his wand out and called the night bus.

BANG

"Hello, my name is…"

"Stan and you'll be my conductor today." Harry broke in "I've heard it before. How much is it to the Leaky Cauldron?"

"11 sickles, but for 12 sickles…"

"No thank you" said Harry quickly handing over the money, finding a seat at the back of the bus.

10 minutes later Harry hear Stan call out "The Leaky Cauldron"

Getting off the bus, Harry hurried through the pub and out the back ignoring Tom's polite greeting.

After tapping the correct brick, he made his way to Gringotts.

5 minutes later, Harry stood in front of one of the goblin tellers inside Gringotts. "Excuse me..." Harry looked at the name plate on the table "Senior Teller Rotfang, I have questions about my vault and some of the services that I heard you provide. With whom could I speak to? And can you make sure it is confidential"

The goblin looked up from the ledger he had been writing in. "All that happens inside these walls is treated with the utmost confidentiality" he replied. "I will also need your key Mr …"

"That is one of the things I would like kept confidential. And I don't have my key, it was lent out but not returned." Harry said politely trying to keep out the annoyance from leaking out into his tone.

"Very well. SHARKTOOTH" he called "take this man to Accounts and services"

An ugly but scary goblin came over and led Harry through some doors at the back. At the end of a corridor, he took him through a smaller set of doors to a small room with a desk and two chairs facing it. Behind it sat an old looking goblin.

"Hello Mr …" "Potter" Answered Harry "But please call me Harry"

"Ok, I am Ragnarock, head of Accounts and services. Take a seat. How may I be of assistance?"

"I have recently come to the realisation that I am being manipulated, shut out and lied to, and, while I know the goblin nation is honest, the wizarding one is not." Said Harry, "My key has been taken by someone I once trusted. It has not been returned to me. I need to find out if she has been stealing from me."

The goblin sat forward with a frown on his face. "If this is true and she has been stealing from you, then this matter is more serious than you may have thought." He sat back, looked curiously at Harry and asked, "Do you know of the punishment for stealing from an underage heir of a noble line?"

Now Harry was puzzled. "Noble line, heir. I know I am the last potter but what do you mean noble line?"

The goblin growled. "You mean you have never been told of your heritage? There has been a grievous crime committed against you, Harry. You should have, at your eleventh birthday been told of your family history and your place in the wizarding world. I will have to look into the matter personally. In the meantime is there anything that I can do for you?"

Harry nodded "I recently found out that I have a preordained task that, as it stand I am ill equipped or prepared for. I will need to train and I cannot do that with the trace on my wand. Is it possible to have it removed?"

Ragnarock smiled "Oh yes, we can do that for you. We can also do some tests to see what sort of magic you have an affinity for, so you would know where your strengths lie and what your weaknesses are."

"Brilliant" said Harry excitedly. He knew his dad was a transfiguration prodigy and his mum a charms one. But besides for being above average in DADA he had no particular talent.

Ragnarock stood up and gestured for Harry to follow him. He led him out of a door at the back of the office, down some more corridors into a small cavern with an altar in the middle. On the alter was a pentagon with five gems, each a different colour at each of the points. In the middle was a shallow basin.

Ragnarock walked up to it and pulled out a small silver dagger. "Mr Potter, you will need to put a couple of drop of blood in that basin. The gems will light up according to the affinity you have for them. Black for offensive magic, white defensive, yellow transfiguration, green charms and blue for mind magic. Please begin." He said handing Harry the knife.

Harry cut his hand allowing a couple of drops of blood to fall into the basin, exited for the result. He was however disappointed when the gems barely lit up.

Ragnarock stared, swallowed and turned to him "Harry, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this but someone is stealing your magic."

Sorry cliffie cant help it. Too tempting

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