A/N: Just to clear things up, Harry was being forced to witness what would happen should he accept their offer in a year, and so gave him time to get things ready.

CHAPTER 3(I THINK?)

Harry Potter reeled backwards. Viridian eyes gazed up at the blue haired woman standing next to the large pool, similar to a Pensieve, she had forced his head into.

"You see, Harry Potter? In exactly one day, the Aurors come for you. You need to make your preparations for Azkaban. This is what shall come to pass." She gestured at the pool, and that gesture encompassed all that he had just seen.

"So… I will be going to this… Narzjai place in a years time?" he pondered aloud. Harry smiled. "Thank you for informing me, Lady Magic." Harry's bow was rewarded with a smile.

"You are my Champion, my Childe. It is the least I can do. So... yes. Never fear. Your death is not truly the end of your life." Lady Magic pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Aye… Well. Give my regards to the others in the Palace. You already know what my choice will be. Hermione calls it my 'saving people' thing." Harry laughed, sadness flickering in his eyes. "I don't want her to have to see me 'die'…"

"Some things are inevitable, childe. You just have to accept, and move on."

"Yes… I know. But…" Harry pouted, looking up at her pleadingly. "Do I have to suffer the Cruciatus?"

A tinkling, fading laugh was his only answer, and Harry was falling, falling, falling…

Harry shot up in his bed, sheets tangled, panting. Rivulets of sweat ran down his boxer-clad body, and Harry groaned.

"Shit. I'm screwed." He muttered, before looking at his clock. "WHAT? It's already 6'o'clock? I'm late. I only have a day to get everything organized… And gather my stuff up."

Harry raced around his room, pulling clothes off hooks and hangars, brushing his teeth while buttoning his pants, attempting to calm his wild mane of hair, to no avail, before hopping out the door while pulling on a shoe, piece of toast set firmly in mouth.

Harry face-palmed himself.

"Of course, Kingsley and Severus…" cursing, Harry ran back inside number 12 Grimmauld Place. "Kreacher!"

"Yes, master? What does master want of Kreacher?" squeaked the old elf, looking up with excited eyes.

"Kreacher, I want you to go to Kingsley's place, and then Severus's old place. Tell Sev's caretaker 'Harry Potter has come to collect', then go to the basement and get the trunk of potions out from the hidden passage in the south wall." Harry ordered, raising his hand when Kreacher looked to be about to pop off. "Tell Kingsley… Inform him that if the Aurors attempt to harm you, or any of my friends before or after my arrest, I have placed some trigger-delayed spells on the Ministry. Also, tell him that… that I do not blame him for the Ministry or their actions. It is his job."

At Harry's nod, Kreacher popped off, actually smiling, creepily enough. Harry hadn't had much for him to do since the end of the Final Battle five days ago, so the old elf had just been puttering around with noting to do.

Okay, potions is a tick. Now for Gringotts, and then the magical creatures, I'll let the Goblins inform them of the coup. I also want to talk to Lord Hogwarts, then I'll get a trunk and spend the last few hours rune inscribing it. Harry thought to himself, discarding and making new plans so rapidly he felt slightly dizzy.

With a soft 'crack', Harry apparated to Diagon Alley. The tall, slightly crooked white building made Harry smile. Gringotts was as familiar to him as Hogwarts, and nearly as treasured. With a nod and a short bow to the pairs of goblins guarding the doors, Harry made his way inside.

He waited patiently in line at the far end teller, looking around and trying to imprint the building onto his memory. This would be the last time he stepped onto the white marble floor, or took the exhilarating ride down to his vaults. This would be the last time he spoke to the swarthy, clever little goblins with the long fingers and quick minds, and the last time he would see any of his teachers or goblin sparring partners.

" Greetings. May your gold flow fast and rich, Master Teller."

"… May your bounty grow, Mr. Potter." Responded the goblin. "What brings you here today?"

"I wish to see my account manager, Lord Ragnarok, my Vault manager and my estate manager, Master… Rignook." Harry replied, after a moment of attempting to remember the goblins name. From the approving smirk Rignook gave him, he had gotten his name correct.

" Please proceed to Meeting Room 5, Mr. Potter. Lord Ragnarok, Sir Griphook and Sir Gripefoot will meet you there." With a bang of his hammer, the goblin shouted next. Harry bowed, before weaving his way through the crowds of witches and wizards. He strode through hall after hall, all hewn by hand from the earth herself, before stopping at a door adorned only with a five-pointed star.

Harry knocked.

" Come in, Harry Potter." Came the deep, gravelly voice of Lord Ragnarok. Pressing his hand to the star, Harry moved through it as though it was not there. Only one wearing both the Potter and Black rings could make the door immaterial, so it was a good safe-guard against imposters.

" Lord Ragnarok, Sir Griphook, Sir Gripefoot." Harry bowed, before taking a seat and getting straight down to business. " I am sure you are all wondering why I called you?"

All three nodded.

"Well, Lady Magic sent me a Seer Dream last night. She informed me that the Aurors would be arresting me tomorrow, and showed me the best way to deal with what is to come. Therefore, I need your help. I wish to plan a coup, to get away from those bigots and pureblood supremacists, and away from the Ministry. Not for me, but for magical creatures, and those witches or wizards that do not care about blood or race. This is what I want to do…"

Harry detailed his plan. First, he wanted the goblins to get in touch with all of the magical creatures, and let Hagrid in on the plan. He had good relations with all of them. Then, he promised them Hogwarts castle as a refuge. Hogwarts himself would agree, Harry was sure. Than, he proposed a long-term plan, of opening Hogwarts again as a school, and helping magical orphans, or muggleborns, or squibs, to find jobs. They would be creating their very own society for the oppressed.

After sending Gripefoot away to get started, Harry turned back to the others.

"I wish to visit my Vaults. All of them. Also, as a starter for the Resistance movement, 99% of all my funds and income, in gold, will be given to the goblins. Also, any un-needed goblin-made weapons or items, I give back to the goblin nation. Also, as Heir to LeFay, Founder of Gringotts, I give permission for the goblins to withdraw any funds from known Death Eater, pureblood supremacists or magical creature haters. As long as, if a family member is not of the same opinion, they shall be allowed to access at least some of their rightful inheritance." Harry paused, making sure they understood, before he continued.

"Also, I would like to make it clear that any and all items seized by the Ministry that belong to any magical creature are hereby to be returned to their rightful owners after being seized, by force or negotiation. Ragnarok, I would like you to release all dragons in Gringotts. They have a grudge against the Ministry, and I know you have been secretly 'accidentally' forgetting to lock chains and stuff for a long time."

Harry took a deep, gulping breath. He was really not used to talking so much. The three, one human and two goblins, spent the next hour discussing the finer points of the rebellion, and the best day to execute it. Bowing to Ragnarok at the conclusion of their meeting, Harry followed Griphook to the carts.

" Vault 1221. Potter Vault." Griphook announced as the cart came to a screeching halt. Harry climbed out. He conjured a knife, allowing Griphook to cut his palm and lay it on the seemingly blank wall. As Harry watched, lines of gold fire drew a door in the wall, and then it solidified. The dark-haired teen pushed to doors open, grabbing an Extended Space Pouch from the hook near the door. He then proceeded to stuff as many Galleons as he could fit into the bag, which was quite a lot.

Using Wingardium Leviosa, Harry deposited the rest of the gleaming gold into the next seven bags, handing the to a flabbergasted Griphook. Moving on, Harry went through the next door, into the items part of the Vault.

The Potters had an extensive library, true, but Harry had already read them all, so he ignored the towering Anybook on its stand. He discarded all the swords save two, a set of black Katana's, specially enchanted for real combat. Those he slipped into another bag, this one reminiscent of Hermione's Bottomless purse that had saved them so many times on their adventures. Harry had enchanted Hagrid's gift, the moleskin pouch, to be the same.

A glass box of seeds went in next, then an Ever Full Gardening Kit from one of his eccentric old aunts. All the eggs and baby creatures in stasis went carefully into the bag, most of which would be going to Hagrid. A black leather coat, falling nearly to the ground on Harry, was left with a box of his birthday gifts.
The note read:

Dear Harry,

This is a coat given to each Potter when they turn 14. It will turn most blades and minor hexes/curses, and automatically sizes itself. Until it no longer fits you, you are entitled to wear it always.

Love, Mum and Dad.

His box of gifts also included baby stuff, and a portrait of his parents, not yet activated. There was also a protective earring from his dad, and didn't Harry just feel like crying just then? Harry slipped the silver and ruby earring onto his left ear, feeling the hum of magic. It was also a protection item, and made sure his magic was more easily controlled by siphoning off extra and storing it inside.

The Black Vault was dealt with in the same way, but with several sets of enchanted throwing daggers as his chosen weapon. Seeds and animals were placed inside the pouch with great care.

The LeFay Vault had a lovely set of bow and arrows, which Harry immediately snatched up. It was done it white wood, with silver and black runes inscribed on every available surface, including on the arrows. Harry was in love. And the collection of plants and seeds blew his breath away!

The Founders Vault included a locket, enchanted, and two bracelets, also enchanted. Harry also found a pair of Never Wear dragon-hide boots, and a tattered black cloak with a hood that was always warm, and made the person wearing it less noticeable. If Harry was truly going to have wings, he would need that. His invisibility cloak had been given to Teddy, placed in his Vault for the time when he turned 13. The Founders, mainly Helga, Rowena and Salazar, had collected every rare plant and its seed in existence. They had no animals in their Vault, because all rare animals had been turned loose, once old enough, into the Forbidden Forest by Godric.

Nodding to Griphook, Harry clambered back into the cart. His next stop was Hogwarts.

Bowing again to the new goblin guards, Harry stepped into the Alley, screwing up his eyes at the bright sunlight. His eyes watered slightly. He had spent, or so he estimated, about three hours down there, so it was between 9 and 10 in the morning. Hand still raised to cover his eyes, and, by lucky extension, his scar, Harry apparated outside the gates of Hogwarts.

* Hello, Lord Hogwarts. * Harry called out with his mind.

* Greetings, little god-touched one. *

* Hey! I'm not little, I'm… vertically challenged. * Harry pouted. 5"6 wasn't short. He was taller than… than the goblins!

* What brings you here? * asked Lord Hogwarts, his voice making Harry wince slightly. He was loud.

* Well, I've actually come for Hagrid. But, I was also planning on asking the Room of Requirements, specifically the Lost and Found part, for a good trunk. * Harry explained, already half-way to Hagrid's hut.

"Hagrid!" Harry exclaimed. "What in the four founders happened to you? Merlin's saggy tits, man! You look half dead."

Hagrid raised a badly swollen face to Harry, holding a slab of sickly green meat to the side of his face visible to Harry.

" Ach, it was nothing, 'Arry. One 'o old Moldywarts fellas got me wi'h a pretty strong curse righ' to me face, is all. I gave him a righ' hook to remember, though, so don't ye worry." Hagrid said, some of his words muffled and garbled by both injury and meat. Harry shook his head. Only Hagrid…

"Well, I got you a little something. Call it a… going away present. The Ministry has decided I'm a threat, so they are going to be taking me to Azkaban tomorrow." Harry grinned wryly at Hagrid's immediate defense of him. Holding up a hand, he waited until the furious diatribe had ended before speaking again. " So, because I didn't want the Ministry seizing anything, I'm giving you all the animals and eggs I could find in my Vaults. They are all in stasis, so no worries about having to take care of all, oh, 1000 of them at once. Besides. I've made sure that Hogwarts, by being Founders Heir, is not open to anyone of ill nature or malcontent against its residents…"

Harry choked. Hagrid had caught him up in a gigantic bear hug, and Harry was sure he could hear his own ribs creaking in protest.

"Can't… Breathe…" he gasped out, and started coughing as soon as Hagrid had released him. With a trembling hand, Harry reached into the pouch, accio-ing all the animals and eggs inside. Hagrid's eyes began to twinkle, eerily like those of Dumbledore.

" Harry… This is, well, it's the best present I've ever received in my life!" Hagrid paused, studying the containers with a pensive look on his face. Harry waited. Hagrid spoke again, moving through the orderly rows of creatures. "But, I can't ta'e them all. I wan' ye ta have at least one o' these beauties. I could no' live with myself if ye did not."

Harry sighed, before closing his eyes. There was Hagrid's familiar green and grey aura, filled with a tint of worry-colour. None of the other aura's near him sung to him, so he stretched his senses out as far as he could, encompassing all one thousand creatures. There was one, bright and shining and silver, and another, glittering and gold, in an egg. Harry opened his eyes, striding towards the place of the auras.

The egg was verdant green, banded with the same gold and silver as its residents, in swirling patterns, which tricked the eyes and seemed to move. Harry placed it back in the bag.

" Happy?" he asked, turning back to Hagrid. A beaming smile was his only answer, as Hagrid was too busy looking and finding out about his newest 999 additions to the family.

Harry smiled softly at the scene. The black-haired teen turned back towards the castle, restarting his mental conversation with Lord Hogwarts.

* Lord Hogwarts? I wish to ask of you a favour. *

* Yes, little one? *

* Can you make sure nobody with the intent to hurt, harm or steal is allowed inside? Also, I told the goblins that Hogwarts would become the magical refuge I promised them. Do you think that is acceptable? *

* Of course it is. I was tempted to kick that Umbitch woman out as soon as she set foot on my halls, if not for Dumbledore. I would love to have new children, creature or human, anytime. Excuse me, little angel, I need to go and fix something… That blasted Peeves * Hogwarts muttered peevishly, fading away from Harry's mind.

The soon-to-be-winged teen crept up to the seventh floor, noting with some surprise that Barnabas the Barmy had managed to put together an acceptable ballet performance from his trolls. Harry walked three times past the blank wall.

I need the place where everything is lost.

Turn, start again, pass tapestry.

I need the place where everything is found.

Turn, pass the wall.

I need the place where I can find anything.

Harry stopped as the door materialized. He opened it, and stepped inside the room cautiously.

The Fiendfyre had burnt some of it, yes, but it had been contained by the Room's enchantments and charms. Luckily, most of the contents were singed but unharmed.

" I need a trunk. Preferably with lots of space and compartment and access to books." Harry called out.

Several large trunks flew at him, hovering just above his head.

" I need the same, but for backpacks and pouches."

Small bags, backpacks and pouches flew to the spaces between the trunks.

" I need something with more than four compartments." Harry said, frowning at the large amount of items. Immediately, over 40 flew away back to their compartments. " I need something with blood locks, and large rooms."

Another ten flew away immediately, leaving Harry with five trunks, six backpacks, several handbags and two pouches.

" I need a room to grow things, possibly a room to cook, a training room and a book room."

Three trunks, four backpacks, all the handbags and one pouch flew away, the others hovering patiently.

One trunk was completely black, with six locks of varying metals shaped to look like silver decorations. Each had a sharp spike in the center, and was designed to look like abstract art.

The other trunk was white, with seven locks of platinum inscribed with different symbols. There were hollows in the center of the locks, presumably for a drop of blood.

The single pouch was pitch black, with a green six-pointed star in the center and a diamond in the middle of the star. Each point and the middle of the diamond was made of an emerald sewn into the fabric, and with tiny pictures on their surfaces.

The two backpacks were brown. One was just a single opening, with five small brown locks, which Harry promptly discarded.
The other was a deeper brown, and the locks were just ties of leather running down the back, with silver circles on top. It had two side pockets, enlarged, and a 'muggle' front pocket, which meant it wasn't enchanted.

None of them looked like the trunk from the Dream shown to him.

Harry focused intently on the image from his 'dream'. The seven rooms, the locks, how it could transform., and the Room vanished the white trunk. The black trunk, brown backpack and black pouch were studied by the enchantments, and, deemed similar, were promptly merged together.

When Harry opened his eyes, the trunk was identical to the one he had 'seen'.

Smirking in triumph, Harry took out the Bottomless Bag at his side and emptied its contents in their respective rooms. The moneybag went into the 'muggle' first compartment.

Harry traveled around the castle, visiting the teachers and telling them his plans, before he apparated away from Hogwarts.

The same process was repeated with Hermione, Neville, Luna and Remus, before Harry collapsed at his apartment, barely remembering to take his eye corrective potion and stick the trunk procured by Kreacher in his new necklace before he dropped off to sleep.

The next time he awoke, he was in Azkaban.

Harry smiled.

All was going according to plan…