Summary: What if Harry Potter was actually schizophrenic?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: I am extremelly hesitant in posting this chapter but it's the only way in continuing the story!
"The voice"
"Normal speaking"
The boy was escorted by two guards and the bank manager to a door that would lead them to the main part of the bank. Until the piece of soul was taken out of him he would be constantly with at least one guard so no harm could be brought upon him. The goblins took their customers health in high regard. It also helped that the goblins hated the man who had tried to kill the boy.
As the boy entered the reception area of the bank he was greeted by the sight of the large man being comforted by a witch in emerald robes and a stern expression. The other customers were watching the show with confusion while the large man just kept wailing about 'failing The Great Albus Dumbledore'. The witch kept glancing towards an old man in purple robes that was talking with the goblin teller that Harry recognized as the one who had helped him escape the giant.
As they approached the group he could hear the old man say something about 'it being imperative for the Greater Good' that he be told where Harry Potter was. The boy made sure that his hair did indeed cover his scar.
"My questions are as follows: 1. Who is that and what authority does he have to be demanding this? 2. Whose 'Greater Good' is he talking about? and 3. Can someone shut the big one up?"
The bank manager didn't seem pleased that his bank was being turned into a circus. He turned to the boy and told him that he didn't have to deal with this as the tellers clearly had everything handled. All the boy had to do was say the word and he would be brought back to the healers.
"It's best to know who the players are early in the game. Gives you a better chance at survival. Just remember that the eyes are the windows to the soul."
Once the manager had ordered some guards to escort Hagrid out, everything started to go a little more smoothly until the old one opened his mouth.
"Harry, my boy, it does an old man good to see that you are safe and unharmed."
The boy wasn't a fool. He could see how every single goblin within the room had locked their eyes upon the man and looked as if they wanted to rip him from limb to limb.
"Either say something or watch the blood fly!!
Hoping that he wouldn't make a fool out of himself, he spoke
"I'm sorry sir, but I have no idea who you are talking to. I don't even know you and if you were concerned about safeness well; this is the safest place in the wizarding world, is it not?"
A look of shock crossed the face of the old man and then a split second later he looked like anyone's grandfather. The man looked at the boys right and addressed the manager.
"Ragnok! It is great to see you again! I thank you for finding young Harry here and bringing him back. I'm not sure what his Aunt or Uncle would have said if we hadn't brought him back on time."
He then turned to the boy and missed the obvious look of disgust on the bank managers face.
"Now, Harry, you obviously took some gold from your vault. Why don't we go buy what you need for school?" After that sentence he extended his hand for the boy to grasp.
"If you take that hand I will find a way to get myself a body and then I will kill you!"
"I'm sorry sir, but I was taught not to go anywhere with someone that I do not know." He then turned slightly to the manager, keeping the old man in his line of vision, and told the goblin that he thought it was time to go and continue their business.
"Harry. It is time to leave."
Harry turned back to the old man and, just as he was about to say something, a man who was in his thirties walked into the circle next to one of the guards who was guarding Harry.
"Now, Dumbledore, it is obvious that this young man has a lot of business to get through. Why don't you just deal with what you need to and go on your way, This young man seems to know what he is doing."
The boy gave the man a glance. He had a cane with a snake as the handle and blond almost white hair.
"Careful, it's another player."
"Lucius. This does not concern you."
"Actually, it does. You see, this is not the boy that you are looking for, this is my nephew. And as my nephew he is my responsibility. You did get him a blood test, did you not?"
The last sentence he spoke was to the goblin manager and was spoken with respect. The goblin gave him a calculating look and told him that, yes, they have done the blood test.
"So you see, he can't possibly be the boy that you are searching for because I am quite certain that I saw a certain Harry Potter looking along the alley and asking for a certain giant that we know."
"Amazing tactic, now he doesn't have a choice but to go search for you because of everyone here and the fact that he's a 'good guy'. It would look really bad on his résumé if he didn't go."
Dumbledore, as the man was calling him, looked uncertain but stammered an apology and left the bank with the stern looking woman. After they had left, the boy and the man where escorted along with the bank manager to an office. Once seated, the manager thanked the man.
"It was my pleasure. At least I got to see Albus Dumbledore taken down a few steps. Now, why was I contacted by Gringotts asking if I would be willing to help a young boy learn about the wizarding world?"
The manager looked like he had swallowed a lemon as he spoke
"You are the only one that Gringotts could think of that could help someone learn about the wizarding world and how to act like a pure-blood. No other pure-blooded families have continued with the rituals and ceremonies after the rise and fall of the Dark Lord. And our client" he motioned to Harry, "needs this."
Lucius turned a critical eye towards Harry. The boy knew what he was looking at, the man was looking at a boy that was wearing clothes that didn't fit him and wore glasses that were scotch taped together. He looked like a vagabond.
The man stated with disgust "And why does this boy need to learn this, of all things."
The voice sighed in resignation and said "You're going to have to work with the devil on this one."
So the boy took the voices advice
"Because, my name is Harry Potter. I was raised by muggles. Apparently in this world I am a celebrity and I have no idea as to what is expected of me. I need to learn this before I go to school so it won't look like I don't belong."
It had taken the man a few moments to stop looking shocked and a few other moments to actually believe them but once he did he agreed to help the boy.
His last comment as he left had been "I will send you an owl on the times that we will be having classes, obviously, they will be held here at Gringotts. It would also be a good idea if you picked up a few books on etiquette. It would probably be best if you stayed at the Leaky Cauldron."
"Is he crazy! That's where EVERYONE will be looking for you! Go on the 'Muggle' side and find a motel or maybe Gringotts would like to hide a kid."
The young man looked around the circle of healers. He sat down in the circle and waited. As the chanting started he felt a pull from where his scar was. It was uncomfortable but he could have handled it if had not intensified. The pain soon became unbearable and he blacked out.