Summary: What if someone of the Potter blood survived? What if that someone decided they didn't like the light side? And just what if Harry and they got yanked back in time about 50 years? What would you do?

Warnings: Possible lemons (Slash), Violence, Bad Language, Alternate Universe, OOC

"Talking"

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'Thoughts'

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any characters from the book series. I do however own the characters I made and if someone uses them without my permission it won't be pretty.

Missing a Family Member : Chapter Five : Previously

"Vault two," the goblin toned out hopping from the cart followed by the two Potters.

Harry stood behind Marie as she gazed up at the large doors with a roman two (II) written on the front. Marie stepped up to the doors and from within her cloak pulled out her wand. She ran it across her palm drawing forth some blood which pooled in her hand before the cut closed. He watched as she pressed her bloodied hand to the door and then stepped back.

The blood crept across the surface of the vault filling into the number so it shown the sickly red of her blood. With a groan and loud creak the doors slowly swung open letting out a large amount of dust flow out.

"Oh Merlin, is that a…"

Missing a Family Member : Chapter Six

"Oh Merlin, is that a dragon!?"

"No."

"NO, that is definitely a bloody dragon!"

"No, it's a statue of a very rare and dangerous dragon." Harry could almost hear the unsaid duh at the end of her sentence.

"Seriously? That's not real?" Harry asked still standing at the entrance to the vault squinting in concentration at a life sized dragon statue. It had seemed so realistic that he had nearly had a heart attack when he had seen it.

"Yes it's actually a replica of an American Onyx Flamer. A very beautiful, dangerous, and rare dragon located in the northern part of the Rocky Mountains. It's said that one is only seen every other decade or so," Marie replied candidly before grabbing Harry by his wrist and dragging him past the dragon statue and into the main vault chamber.

Harry as well as Marie, although it couldn't be seen through her hood, gaped at the large room. It was enormous and filled with beautiful statues of various dark and light creatures as well as human figures made from gold, silver, stone, granite, and other, most likely valuable, materials. The large room was oval shaped and behind the statues there stood 2 openings each half the size of the dragon statue that had been at the entrance to the vault.

"So, uh, where do they go?" Harry asked waving his hand at the two dark openings.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know," Harry said but quickly uttered out, "and don't answer that it was rhetorical question," when he saw her open her mouth to answer him.

"Hmm, indeed. Follow me I believe one room leads to material inheritances-"

"Material?" Harry could feel the glare directed in his direction as he interrupted Marie before she continued on with what she had been saying.

"Yes like books, paintings, and other frivolous things. Now as I was saying I believe one room leads to material inheritances while the other is more monetary, such as galleons, sickles, and knuts, and perhaps even gems. Now just to choose the correct door after all I only need some money. What do you say Harry right or left?"

"Right after all you can't go wrong with the right choice." Harry said.

Marie looked at him for a long few minutes and said in an exasperated voice, "Don't ever make such a corny joke again or I will smack you." Then she promptly turned away from him and walked towards the right opening.

"It wasn't that corny," Harry mumbled under his breath as he followed her through the right archway.

"Oh my go-"

"Don't say the Lords name in vain Harry. Muggles believe it to be a rather large insult and sin."

"Sorry, but that is a bloody huge amount of money!" Harry exclaimed as he viewed another chamber nearly as large as the one holding the statues. Instead of statues though this chamber held mountains upon mountains of gold, silver, and bronze coins, and what appeared to be large glittery gems. Marie nodded as she listened to Harry talk and started to walk around the room examining the money and other valuables.

"I wonder. . ." Marie started before turning and walking toward the exit her black cape swinging about her feet. Stopping abruptly she turned, held up one hand, and said in a commanding tone, "Harry stay here and do NOT touch anything." He gave a small scowl as she turned but then let it slip into a small smile.

Harry stood there watching her disappear into the short dark tunnel that lead to the main chamber before turning back to look at all the money before him. He stood observing for several minutes awaiting Marie.

"I still can't believe that there is so much bloody fucking money in here," Harry exclaimed out loud before he realized it. After finishing talking aloud he felt a sharp slap to the back of his head making him stumble forward.

"No profane language dear little cousin. Only the plebeians use such language and you are of a noble blood line and as such should act like it."

"Yea, yea," Harry muttered out, ducking another swat at his head. "So what did you go out there to do?" He asked the woman before him who was currently bent over a pile of gold picking up handfuls and dropping it into what looked like a black, silk, money pouch.

"I went to ask the goblin if they had any bottomless money bags. Which fortunately enough for me, he happened to be carrying some," She replied giving him a small smile over her shoulder.

"Oh I see," he said rather lamely giving a bored sigh and began to look about the room again.

With a soft hum Marie finished packing her little money bag with gold and stood to observe her cousin who looked rather bored and yet nervous. Her eyes softened behind the hood and she quietly asked him, "are you alright young one?"

With a slight jump he turned to face her. Giving her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes he answered, "Yes, just tired. It's been a long day."

"Indeed it has been. We will stop by your vault then head back to the Leaky Cauldron. Is this agreeable?"

"Yea sounds fine."

Turning the two walked towards the dark archway and into the statue room where Harry asked another question of Marie. "Marie, may I ask you something about this room?"

"Of course, but be aware I may not be able to answer it?"

"Alright, um, what's with all the statues?"

"Hmm, well my ancestor, Rowena, wished to possess knowledge of as many things possible. She thought perhaps that to know what she has studied be it creature or human she would make something to show she has learned whatever possible she could of that creature. Now mind you I am not positive on what Rowena was doing but this is what I have been told. Ok?"

"Yes and thank you that helps a bit."

"I am glad to help," and with that said they climbed into the cart turning to look once more at the vault of Rowena Ravenclaw. With a large ear-splitting screech it closed the roman numeral two, on its surface, slowly fading from its sick red glow. Then they were off screeching down passages ways to Harry's own vault.

With a shriek and a violent jerk the black mine cart came to a stop outside of Harry's vault. "Finally," He mumbled out. With a shaky step he walked toward his vault were the goblin Harkson awaited them. With a nasty nasally voice the goblin demanded Harry's attention with a question which sounded more like a statement, "Your key Mr. Potter."

"Oh, yes of course," Harry said searching his pockets for the little gold vault key. "Here you are," He said handing it over to the goblin who just sneered and turned toward the vault inserting the key and turning. With a soft click the goblin retracted the key and stepped back allowing Harry's vault to swing open gently.

Taking the key from the goblin and putting it safely into his pocket Harry walked into the vault. Pulling out his money pouch he began to fill it with gallons, sickles, and knuts.

…

Later that evening in Room number eleven at the Leaky Cauldron a nearly unnatural silence filled the air.

"Um, well this is awkward" Harry bluntly stated to his cousin who was once more looking through the dresser. With a startled jerk she stood fully and turned to look at him.

"I suppose. Do you wish to go out with me later?"

"Sure. Where are you going?"

"I need a wand. The one I currently have does not belong to me and as such is rather difficult to use."

"Oh, ok. When are we leaving?"

"Hold on one moment I need to change," Marie said before turning and walking in to the bathroom closing the door with a sharp snap. A few minutes late she emerged completely unrecognizable. While she still had her mysteriously colored eyes everything else was different. In place of her once long wavy black hair a short pixie cut was in place. Her once tanned skin had been turned to a more pale shade, but not a sick pale it was a healthy pale Harry thought to himself.

He also noticed she had taken off her cloak and muggle cloths and had switched into a mix of magical and muggle cloths. She appeared to be wearing tight black silk breeches with knee high dark gray dragon hide boats. A loose pale blue acromantula silk shirt was tucked into the breeches and covered with a black crushed velvet robe which was then over layered with a long deep navy cloak which looked to be made of satin but much sturdier. Then he noticed the clasp that held the cloak on, it was shining silver and it depicted two serpents entwined together that seemed to be moving.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise at the new look and before he could ask her why she had changed she said, "I thought that if I am to play the part of an aristocrat I might as well look like one." With a small smile she pulled the hood over her face and spoke once more, "Now Harry we must get you new cloths but we can do that tomorrow after you come into your magical inheritance. Follow me please and stay close we are going into Knockturn ally."

Harry gave a small reluctant nod and followed her out of the inn and restaurant and down into Knockturn ally. They walked along with Harry following Marie closely as the various witches, wizards, and other miscellaneous creatures eyed him with barely concealed malicious intent and curiosity.

Then Marie stopped and gazed at a ratty looking store. Its windows were dark and dingy and it had walls that were pealing with paint and Harry could bet it looked the same on the inside.

Hanging above the door was a creaky sign which had two wands crossed and Hanson's wands printed across it. "Well I guess it is still here. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised," Harry heard Marie mutter before she glided into the store with him following close behind.

"Ahh, customers," a dark oily voice came from the shadows, "Welcome to Hanson's Wands. How ever may I help you?"

"Yes, I would like to commis-" Marie started to say before a soft ding sounded and a slick voice from the door started to talk.

"Well, well imagine my surprise at seeing the famous Harry Potter walking into a shop in Knockturn ally. I must say I thought I was hallucinating but apparently not. Now Mr. Potter would you care to explain yourself?"

Harry scowled and managed a grimace at the same time before growling out darkly, "What's it to you Mister…

Author Babble:

Sooo um sorry it has taken me so long to update but I feel like I have no readers since no one EVER reviews. It's kind of depressing really. Oh well. I hope to have the next chapter out soon but I doubt it since I kind of need a beta and I haven't been able to find one yet so if there are any wonderful people out there that would like to help me with my huge writers block it would be greatly appreciated. Ja ne