Summary: What if Harry Potter was actually schizophrenic?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter I'm just using some parts of the book.

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"The voice"

"Normal speaking"

"If this guy is an example of what the wizarding people are like then they don't have much common sense."

Harry had to agree with the voice on that point. During their whole excursion to Diagon Alley the giant always seemed to be in awe and amazement and continually exclaimed his amazement in the strangest ways. The man couldn't even understand the currency that the "muggles" used. As soon as they sat on the train he became even more bizarre as he took out a thing to knit that had the colour of a canary. As if it couldn't get any worse the man got stuck in a ticket barrier and even broke down an escalator. It was without saying that Harry was extremely glad when they finally arrived.

The Leaky Cauldron was dark and very shabby. A few women were sitting at a back table drinking small glasses of sherry. The bottle was next to them with the label facing out wards. A small man wearing a top hat was sitting at the bar and talking with the bar tender.

"You can't tell me that this is all the security that they have to stop the 'Muggles' from learning of them. There has to be something else and I suggest that you figure it out." Again, the voice seemed to be the voice of reason.

Hagrid brought him towards the bar and when the bar tender asked the giant if he was here for the usual Harry almost turned around and left. Luckily for Hagrid, he was leading Harry and the boy couldn't get out of the grip.

"Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," Hagrid said while almost sending Harry to the floor. The boy gave the large man a glare and that's when it happened.

The name "Harry Potter" was spoken and there was a swarm of people. It was as if some people had just shown up to shake his hand as soon as he showed up. There was no way that all these people had been in the pub

The people kept shaking his hand saying things like "Welcome back" or "So proud" and just kept introducing themselves. It just seemed to him that they were desperate. Desperate for something, but what?

"Probably desperate for you to believe that crack of a story that the giant told you. And finally seeing their little 'hero' all grown up brings them all a flutter."

Harry said nothing as they kept shaking his hand and finally Hagrid had had enough of people hounding the boy and brought him closer to their goal only to stop and introduce him to one of his professors. Harry took an instant dislike to the man.

"Stay on your guard. He's got a strange look to him."

Harry just shook the man's hand, smiled at the strange joke and continued to walk along with the giant.

After the giant had led Harry out the back door the boy looked around and stood frozen to the spot. It was nothing but a small, walled up courtyard with a few trash cans and weeds. He looked around trying to find something that made it extraordinary but could find nothing.

"Sometimes a trash can is nothing but a trash can."

Harry noticed that the giant was counting bricks while he was talking about how famous the boy was. When he finally found the bricks he was looking for he tapped them three times with his umbrella. And that's when it happened. The whole society was all out in the open and all that had been hiding it was a ton of bricks. He would need to find out if there was something else that was hiding them all.

Hagrid started to lead him again and the voice gave him a few more pointers.

"Look around but don't touch anything. You never know what can happen in a society that you don't know."

As the giant led him forward Harry looked around committing everything to memory. Where the shops, the restaurants and the bank where placed within the alley. He also noticed that there was another alley on the side that everyone seemed to be avoiding.

"Probably the equivalent of the 'Muggle' black market."

He didn't listen as Hagrid told him what he'd need nor did he listen to what all the other people were saying. He knew what he needed and that was to make sure that he had everything that he would need to make his escape from this society permanent.

The bank was an amazingly tall, white building that towered over all the other buildings. Standing beside its bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold was a being about a head shorted than Harry. The goblin, as Hagrid pointed out, had a clever face and a pointed beard.

Once inside, they faced a second pair of doors that were silver and had words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed,

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

"Is that a challenge that I see? I think it is! Just think of all the people that they ended up killing since they placed those doors. I like them already!"

Once through the silver doors they were in a marble hall. About a hundred goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through were doors leading off the hall, and more goblins showing people in and out of lead the boy for the counter where a goblin was free to serve someone.

Harry didn't pay attention until –

"You have his key, sir?"

"Got it here somewhere," Harry looked at Hagrid in confusion.

"Why does the large one have your key? Quick, get out from under his thumb, NOW!"

Harry got his chance as the goblin read the letter.

"Mr. Hagrid, I think that it would benefit us much more if I went to my vault and you went on to the other separately, don't you?"

The goblin looked at the boy in surprise and got a look of comprehension for a single second before he waved over another goblin and spoke quietly to him. A look of uncertainty spread across the giants face.

"But, Harry, I'm supposed to keep you safe."

"And then throw us to the wolves."

Harry ignored the voice and said with great conviction:

"Isn't it you who said that this was one of the safest places in the wizarding world? So then how are you supposed to keep me safe when I already am? Don't worry about me Mr. Hagrid."

And with those last words Harry picked up his key and followed the goblin, who introduced himself as Griphook, to a cart.

As they were speeding along the tracks Harry asked a question that had been bothering him.

"Mr. Griphook, I was wondering if my parents had any vaults in this bank of yours and if so, why was I not notified of them?"

The goblin gave him a look that told the boy that he would rather not answer but he did anyway.

"I am not privy to that information Mr. Potter but if you would like, I could bring you to the one who does have the answers that you seek."

"If it isn't too much to ask Mr. Griphook, after we get some of my gold of course."

The goblin gave him a toothy grin.