A/N: Here's the next installment, also would like to thank you for all the faves follows and my first reviews. hope you enjoy this part too. Oh and Harry Potter is not mine its JKRs.

Time is an amazing thing. There are some experts that spend it trying to decipher all of its unknown mysteries. However there is one mystery that has still to be understood, one that many people have found themselves victim to. Currently three people in a car heading towards London were experiencing this strange anomaly.

For two of the occupants they were finding that time was slowing down for them and the journey taking far longer than they would have liked. They were both eager to get to their destination, for they both were looking forward to what would follow.

The final member of the party was finding himself at the opposite end of the spectrum. Time appeared to be speeding by him just as fast as the scenery outside. He was trying to make use of the car ride to organize his thoughts and attempt to form any sort of plan that could help him with his current predicament.

Harry began going over everything he knew and could think of once more. His wand was currently been held captive by his Uncle. He was unable to make use of any accidental magic, thanks to the suppression bracelets on his wrists. His Aunt and Uncle were about to force him to sing over a vast amount of family money that he was unaware of until they told him of there plan.

His first thought was that they wouldn't be able to find the Leaky Cauldron and gain access to Diagon Alley. That was quickly dashed as he remembered that his Aunt would have gone shopping with there with his mother and their parents. That and other muggle-borns would be accompanied by their own parents in the alley, just like Hermione had been.

This brief reminder of his friend made his train of thought wander for several valuable minuets. He wished he could get a letter to her for help. However the pondering of contacting his friend brought her voice in to his head telling him to concentrate, just as she was prone to do during the school term. The stern voice of Hermione in his head was more than enough to get him back on track.

Then a new thought struck him, this one was promising. The more he thought about it the more he began to hope that he had a way to get help once he was back within the magical world. If his head hadn't still been in state of dull pain he would have smacked it and uttered 'Duh!' Simply all he had to do was make sure his long sleeves were rolled up showing the bracelets that adorned his wrists and hope that the right people would see and recognise what they were.

The sudden stillness of the car and lack of noise emitting from the engine brought Harry out of his hopeful thoughts. As did his Uncles following comments.

"Now just remember boy," His Uncle began. "you will not attract any of the other freaks attentions once we leave this car. We are going to go straight to the bank and you are going to claim whatever it is that you can and then get them to transfer it to us. Is that understood?"

Harry dutifully nodded not wishing to risk enraging his Uncle at the moment. As they all exited the car and made a short walk down the road towards the Leaky Cauldron, Harry was surreptitiously hiking his long sleeves up towards his elbows.

"Through there Vernon, straight through to the back yard and that's were we get in to the alley." His Aunt told his Uncle who merely grunted in disgust at the outer appearance of the pub. Harry thought his Uncle was in for a shock once he entered, since the interior was much shabbier.

Vernon took the lead followed by Harry and then Petunia bringing up the rear. No sooner were they all in the main room of the pub the two adults were muttering under their breaths. His Uncle going on about 'bloody freakishness' while his Aunt was considering 'hasn't really changed since I was last here'. Harry however was merely scanning the handful of patrons hoping there was someone who he recognised.

Unfortunately the only wizard he knew was the landlord Tom, and he was busy serving an elderly wizard in robes that looked almost as old as the wearer. There was a young witch and wizard sat at a table near the centre of the room deep in conversation and holding each others hands. A scruffy short looking wizard was nursing a bottle of butterbeer and reading a copy of The Daily Prophet, while the last occupant was a witch with a vividly coloured bow in her hair, she appeared to be reading through several pieces of parchments.

With no one paying any attention to the group of three they made there way unobstructed towards the back of the pub to head to the alley. Checking his sleeves were still rolled up and the bracelets visible he missed the scruffy looking wizard leave suddenly through the pubs floo. He also missed the witch with the bow in her hair walking towards them and bumping in to his Uncle. As he was looking up to see what his Uncle was grumbling about he heard the witch in question apologize to him for her clumsiness. He also spotted a piece of parchment been passed from her to his Uncle almost discretely, that puzzled him for a moment before he felt a slight tingle in his hands.

Instantly Harry lowered his vision back to his hands and was momentarily surprised to no longer see the bracelets. His small amount of rising joy was battered back down as he felt both his wrists and could still feel each one secured in place. They had merely been disillusioned. When he looked back up with sadness clear in his expression he just caught his Uncle putting the small piece of parchment in to one of his pockets and no sign of the witch.

"Well come on then we don't have all day." His Uncle commanded.

The three resumed there walk to the entrance of Diagon Alley. Just as they were entering the yard a wizard was leaving the alley through the opened archway and so they all passed through to the bizarre magical shopping area. Two had been here before one for the first time.

The alley itself was just as quiet as the pub had been. Harrys only hope, now that the suppresses were hidden from sight, was that someone from school who new about his relatives dislike of his world would spot them and question why they were suddenly here, and contact someone who could help.

With the emptiness of the alley they were before the large bronze doors of the snow white bank. At first seeing the goblin guards either side of the bronze and then silver doors of Gringotts had been startling for Vernon. But once they were in the large marble hall he was back in control and as quietly as possible he spoke with menace to Harry.

"No funny business, you here me boy." He began. "70 percent you will transfer to my account and a new thing you will hand the rest over to your Ministry as an apology for the trouble you have caused."

Harry was about to object but the look his Uncle was giving him gave him pause. The last thing he wanted was a new reason for him to be beat when he got back to Privet Drive. He just resigned himself to the fact that all his families' money would be gone, and nodded. It wasn't the fact that he was loosing all his money, he wasn't aware of it before and it would have been nice to have, it was how he was loosing it and to whom.

Nervously the three approached the nearest empty teller spot. "What is it wizard?" the goblin asked without looking up from his ledger.

"Erm I would like to speak with someone about my account, sir." Harry managed to speak with a bit of conviction.

Still without looking up the goblin spoke once more. "Do you have a name or an appointment?"

Harry once more slightly nervous but still with a trace of determination replied. "I'm… I'm sorry sir I don't have an appointment." At this the goblin smiled a toothy grin that could be seen, still without looking away from his work. "And my name is Harry James Potter, sir."

The reaction was sudden and slightly unexpected. Sure Harry was used to people stopping and staring when they learned his name usually in wonder occasionally he was looked down upon or even despised. But the goblin in front of him was openly hostile. And growling through his bared sharp teeth.

Harry took a worried step back from the counter, straight in to the bulk of his Uncle. Who then in kind pushed him back towards the enraged goblin. By now there were other goblins paying attention.

"Typical wizard," the goblin started literally snarling the last word. "Ignores our requests for meetings, for years no less, and then strolls in and expects to be seen at his request."

A few of the on looking goblins were now also openly snarling away. It also drew the stares from a few of the customers that were on the main bank floor.

With yet more new information, and bad information at that Harry cautiously spoke back to the goblin teller. "I-I'm sorry sir but I have never received anything from Gringotts before." Harry noticed the snarls growing in volume and deepness.

"YOU DARE CALL ME A LIAR WIZARD!" The little goblin bellowed at him. In hushed voices the other people in the bank began conversations amongst themselves. Harry could also here his Uncle mutter to his wife "Even these things can't stand the little freak."

Feeling like his life was at risk Harry tired to talk once more to the goblin. "Sorry sir no, I was just saying I have never received any letter from anyone but my two school friends or Hogwarts. In fact the first letter I ever got was from the school." He finished his little speech with his head bowed staring at the floor.

Suddenly a new voice was heard by all, it came from the furthest end of the hall from the main entrance. Every head, be it human or goblin spun to see four goblin guards surrounding a very elderly looking goblin. Despite his age the goblins voice was powerful.

"That is enough Teller Firefang. If what this young man speaks is truth then this requires a more in depth discussion. Something I am sure requires a more private setting than the main hall." The goblin gave a pointed look to the now named Firefang. He then aimed his gaze on to Harry and then his Aunt and Uncle before speaking once more. "Well Mister Potter, if you and your guest would follow me, we will set up in a private room." He once more addressed Firefang. "Teller Firefang please go collect Vault Keeper Ripclaw and both of you will join this discussion." With that the old goblin and his guards turned and left the hall with Harry, Vernon and Petunia following. Firefang left through a different door.

After a confusing walk along corridors and countless turns they found themselves been led in to a large but simple conference styled room. The sole piece of furniture was a large table with seating for ten. Two of the guards remained outside while the other two stood either side of the elderly goblin, who was seated at the head of the table. No sooner had the three of them taken seats on one side of the table the door opened once more and Firefang and another goblin, most likely the afore mentioned Vault Keeper Ripclaw, entered the room bowed briefly to the old goblin and took seats opposite them. Firefang then placed a large ledger on the table as Ripclaw placed a small wooden box in front of him.

"Well now that we are all accounted for," The old goblin began. "I believe introductions are in order. The lively Teller Firefang you have met and the goblin sitting next to him is the Vault Keeper for House Potter, Vault Keeper Ripclaw. And finally myself, I am Manager Ruknail. The highest placed goblin here at Gringotts." He indicated each as he named them before focusing on Harry. "Now if you would be so kind Mister Potter, please introduce your party."

"Certainly, sir. I am Harry James Potter, and this is my Aunt and Uncle, Vernon and petunia Dursley." Harry was speaking with far more confidence that he truly felt he had.

"Very well Mister Potter, Mr and Mrs Dursley." Ruknail nodded to each in turn. "Am I to understand that you have been living at their residence since the deaths of your parents?" At Harry's solemn nod he continued. "And you say you have never received any of our correspondence over the years?" Again another nod. "Very well, I shall take your word on this instance but only this once. I will however be ordering an investigation in to why Gringotts mail is not reaching its client. You may not know this but it is in fact a crime, as per the Gob-Wiz treaty, to interfere in any way with Gringotts mail."

The other goblins were ever so subtly growling at the thought of this, but also pondering the Managers choice of taking the wizards word.

"Now we will get to the reason we have been requesting a meet shortly but lets hear what it is you have come to see us about today."

All eyes in the room were now on Harry. His relatives sat up a little bit straighter and Harry nervously began. "Yes sir, well I recently found out that I have more than my trust vault here and that I can claim it from today since I'm the last Potter and I have just turned 15 today." His words could be heard by all but only just as he rushed to get them out.

"Is that all Mister Potter?" Ruknail asked in his powerful voice, although it was still much quieter than it had been on the bank floor.

"No sir, once I have access I would like to make so transactions." At the managers nod, in which his eyes never left Harry he continued. "I would like you to transfer seventy percent in to the muggle account of my Uncle and then the rest I wish to donate to the Ministry of Magic."

All hell broke out as Harry was finishing his words. Vernon and Petunia sat as far back in to their chairs as they could whilst Harry slunk down a bit in his. All the goblins except Ruknail were shouting in what must have been the goblins own language.

"SILENCE" Ruknail demanded and was rewarded. "What you speak is true Mister Potter, you can claim your rightful title of Head of House Potter under the conditions you mentioned. However until you have claimed them you are unaware of just how much wealth your family hold. The reason for the commotion just now is that the Potters are one of our oldest customers and for you to empty the vaults in such a manner would shake confidence in other wizarding families. In turn that could see the downfall of Gringotts itself. I trust you see our concern." Ruknail gave Harry a harsh penetrating stare.

"Just one more question Mister Potter and then we shall conduct the ritual for you to claim Headship. These transactions, are they both of your own choosing and free will?"

Harry suddenly had a very dry mouth. His Aunt and Uncle were both staring intently at him silently telling him to say yes. Once more all goblins present were watching him. "Y-y-yes s-sir, th-they are."

Ruknail kept his eye contact with Harry and could see that something was not as it should be. He knew he was been lied to and every wizard and witch knows not to lie to a goblin. But he couldn't help but wonder just how bad things must be for him to fear whoever was putting him up to this over a goblin. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the Dursleys relax in their seats a little as Harry gave his answer. 'I think we have the who but not the why.' Ruknail pondered to himself.

"Very well Mister Potter." He broke his gaze from Harry and nodded to Ripclaw. "We will now begin the Headship Ritual. Do not fear it is a simple matter. One goblin dagger and two pieces of parchment a few drops of blood on each and you will receive your Head of House ring. A copy of the complete claim form will appear in the Ministry legalizing it all. The other sheet you will get a copy of detailing all you hold within Gringotts. Are you ready Mister Potter?"

Harry silently nodded and prepared himself to bleed to get what was his before his relatives bled him dry afterwards. Whilst Ruknail was speaking Ripclaw was removing said dagger from the box he had in front of him. Firefang was also busy as he removed two pages from within the large and old looking ledger. He then filled something in on each of them using a quill that had appeared from somewhere before sliding them across the table side by side in front of him. The dagger was then placed before him too.

Ripclaw spoke up for the first time, if you don't include the shouting from a few moments ago. "Mister Potter as Manager Ruknail explained, all you have to do is slice your palm with the dagger and allow five drops of blood to fall anywhere on each sheet. The one on your left is the form to claim your Headship and the one on your right will detail any holdings you have with us here that you are entitled to. Once you are Head though, you will not need to provide blood for an inventory it is simply to key you in for the first time." When the goblin finished speaking Harry nodded that he followed everything said.

Harry looked down at the two sheets; the one on his left was full of writing so small he was sure he would need a magnifying glass to read it all. The intricate script it was written in didn't help matter either. What was clear though was the name 'Potter' across the top of the sheet. The right hand parchment was blank except for the family name once more at the top. As Harry was about to reach for the dagger, which he noted was a mix of gold and silver with several types of precious gems set in the handle, there was a knock at the door followed by a goblin entering.

"Sorry to interrupt Manager, but there is a wizard who claims he has need to speak with young Mister Potter here immediately, and that it is of the utmost importance." The newcomer spoke directly to Ruknail.

It was as the Manager was enquiring the name of this wizard that Harry put forth his hand and grasped the dagger and brought the blade to his palm. Only instead of making the required cut Harry suddenly let out an almighty scream and his body seized and fitted at the same time. For this to happen at just as a sharp object was coming in to contact with flesh was not good. The blade slashed at his palm and fingers and blood was pouring out at an alarming speed, seeping over the table top.

Everyone's attention was now on Harry but no more penetrating stares, all were replaced by shock and confusion. However the goblins confusion cleared seconds later as on each of Harrys wrist appeared brightly glowing bracelets that none could look at for risk of blindness. Almost as fast as it started, it ended and the body of Harry Potter fell to floor of the room, blade still held in one hand while the other still spilt blood.

Ruknail suddenly had eyes only for the worried looking Dursleys. But he could tell that it wasn't worry over their nephew's health. In a voice louder than he used in the main hall and with even more power he raged.

"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU TWO DONE!"