Disclaimer: I apologize for not putting a disclaimer on my first chapter, and will do my best to remember to include it in future chapters. I do not own Harry Potter, I am just playing in the sandbox of my imagination for a few minutes. I leave ownership and all the stress related to it to J.K. Rowling.

AN: Thank you for all the reviews and encouragement. I have actually changed the direction of where this story is headed 'slightly'.

Don

-DCM—

Harry was tired. Not just tired, Harry was weary. Bone deep, brain numbing, feet dragging weary. And what was worse, Harry couldn't sleep…at least not yet. Harry walked slowly to the gates of Hogwarts and laid his hand upon them. He paused for a moment and reflected on the last 48 hours. Gringots, the final battle, death. All three of these seemingly momentous events took a back seat to the events of the last 12 hours. Relief at surviving, the bitter taste of betrayal, and the confusion as item after item was revealed to him.

Gringots had been an eye opener for him on more levels than Harry knew existed. At first the goblins were hostile, but Harry had come prepared. Showing up claiming a debt of honor to the Goblin Nation kept his head on his shoulders. The heart of a 1000 basilisk, along with the hearts blood of a creature he had personally slain, given as a gift from one warrior to another had caused a great stir amongst the Goblin Council he had faced. The final act of honor that had swung the favor of the Goblin leader, Ragnok, in his favor was taking responsibility for the actions of his comrades in arms.

"As leader, I can accept nothing less than full responsibility for the action of Ron, Hermione and I, resting firmly on my shoulders alone." Harry stood silently before the council awaiting judgment.

Ragnok had was silent for almost five minutes. Several times one goblin elder or another had made a move to comment, but had fallen silent at the slightly raised finger of the imposing goblin leader who sat staring at the young wizard standing before him in supplication.

Finally Ragnok stood from his chair and approached Harry. "Mr. Potter….Harry…" Ragnok stared at Harry intently. "As one warrior to another, there is nothing to forgive…" The silence in the council chamber was thick, and full of surprise.

Slowly the sound of someone pounding their fist on the arms of their chair was heard. More and more goblins stared pounding their arm chairs and started mumbling their approval of the declaration. Until almost as one the rose from their chairs and cheered the newly proclaimed warrior standing before them.

The sound was becoming deafening and Harry was confused. He noticed that even the guards at the door were pounding their spears on the floor in approval. After several minutes the cheering died down.

"I'm sure you have many questions, and there is business with regards to the house of Potter that needs to be taken care of. As one warrior to another I offer you my hospitatlity and help in your recovery from battle." Ragnok bowed his head slightly to Harry and looked him in the eye, wondering if he would understand what he had just been offered, and if he would accept.

Harry's response was both a surprise and joy to the goblin who had become jaded with wizard-kind. Harry made sure he bowed his head to the King deeper than he had received, and yet maintained eye contact. "As one warrior to another, I accept your hospitality." Ragnok's smile showed many of his pointed teeth, something that had not been seen for a long time.

What followed was a crash course in wizard-goblin relations where Harry learned he was the first wizard in 350 years to be recognized by a goblin as a warrior, and the first since Godric Gryffindor to be recognized by the King of the Goblins. The goblins removed the block on his magic and helped him claim his Lords Rings to the house of Potter and the House of Black. He was also made aware of an invalid marriage contract for the house of Potter, and the need for him to take two wives. One for the Potter house and one for the Black house. After making some great headway to putting his house finances in order, including a new will (the one on file was a fake made by Dumbledore), Harry left by floo to make his way to Hogwarts to finish what he had started the night before.

It was at the same time that Kingsley was coming down from the Griffindor common room, that Harry stood at the gates reviewing the last 12 hours, and making final plans for the next hour. "Then, I'm getting some sleep…"

Harry slowly walked the torn up grounds towards the front doors. Standing to one side was a small slip of a blonde who seemed to be staring off into space. A small smile played on Harry's lips as he watched Luna look at what seemed to be nothing. 'She really is quite pretty.' Harry's eyes seemed to be fixated on a strand of hair that was blowing in the wind.

Luna looked over at Harry as he came close. "Hello Harry, you seem to have gotten rid of most of the wackspurts that were infesting you."

"I am thinking a lot clearer, thank you." Luna smiled up at him.

She then pulled a glass vial out of her pocket and held it out to him. It sparkled bright yellow in the morning sunlight. "Drink"

Harry took the potion from Luna and looked at it. "Am I about to fall in love you Luna?"

"No Harry Potter, you're already in love with me, you just haven't admitted it to yourself yet." She had a small smile on her lips and her eyes cleared and became very focused on Harry for a moment. "This is a pepper up potion to help get you through the morning so you can finally be free."

"This doesn't look like a normal pepper up potion." Harry was again looking into Luna's silver eyes.

"It's not silly, it's a Lovegood recipe." Harry shrugged and drank the potion. As he did he felt the weight of the last two days lift off his shoulders, his energy levels increase, and his mind clear.

"Wow…it even tastes good." Harry looked at Luna again to see a smile on her pretty face. "Thank you Luna."

She held another potion out to him, again expecting him to drink. "Another one?"

Luna frowned for a moment. "Antidote to amorentia." Harry did a double take.

"Have I been dosed?"

"Not yet, but you will be soon. Taking the antidote will make you immune for a couple hours. It does take about 10 minutes to take effect so don't drink anything for a while." Lune started to smile again. "It could of course play into your plans, that is, if you have plans…." Luna raised a single delicate eyebrow at him.

Harry's smile grew wider as he tipped the potion vial into his mouth and swallowed. He moved to walk past Luna and into the castle when he stopped. Quickly leaning down he kissed her on the cheek and whispered "Thank you Moon Flower…" Then walked into the castle and made his way to the great hall.

-DCM—

Molly was fit to be tied! How on earth could her two youngest have so royally screwed up such a simple and strait forward plan? She was just gathering a massive head of steam on her way towards a record breaking Molly Weasley rant when a sudden thought stopped her cold. Everyone at the table looked at her as her mouth opened and closed a couple times. Then a slow, predatory smile crept onto her face as a way out of their mess occurred to her.

"Okay, change of plan. Everyone listen and listen close. We can still pull this off, it's just going to take some subtly, craftiness, and little luck."

She had everyone's attention now. She cast some quick silencing wards to keep out the eavesdroppers.

"We still have that marriage contract for Harry and Ginny at Gringots. We will use that to get Harry and Ginny married, and then once Ginny has access to the Potter vaults we will drain them dry without him knowing what is going on."

"And how do we do that mum?" Ginny was looking unhappy at having to actually marry Harry, but knew she was in a very tight spot. "If he even questions the contract at all it will be tossed out. Dumbledore even said it was illegal and would be declared invalid if looked at by the goblins."

"Easy." Molly had them hanging on her words now. "We feed him amorentia to get him to sign the contract, and then keep him dosed until after the wedding and after his vaults are empty."

Molly could see the idea slowly take hold. Kingsley looked apprehensive, but she could tell he saw this as his only way to his half of the fortune. Ron was looking lost in thoughts of galleons and girls. And Ginny was thinking Fame, parties and mansions.

Molly looked up as the door to the great hall opened and someone walked in. Someone who was looking tired, yet determined.

Harry Potter was here, and he was looking right at her.