Summary: What if Harry Potter was actually schizophrenic?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: Just wondering if anyone really does read these things. Just a warning: I'm planing on only updating this story once a week, not sure yet and I'm still trying to decide what day. I'll keep you guys posted! Have fun reading, if you actually do read the Author Notes.

"The voice"

"Normal speaking"

The boy could hear some murmuring; he only hoped that it wasn't those voices coming back again. He slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by a white room. He looked around and could see that he was laying on a type of hospital bed. He looked around a bit more, not sitting up because he was in enormous pain.

No one was in the room but the door was slightly open. He could hear people walking past and then the murmuring stopped. He looked up to see the bank manager and Mr. Malfoy coming in. The man stayed behind, close to the door, and the goblin continued to walk all the way until he was standing next to the bed.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Potter?"

"Like I was hit by a bus, stabbed by a bunch of needles and thrown into a volcano. What happened? Why did it hurt so much?"

The goblin looked angry for a moment while he explained what happened

"The scar was siphoning magic from you every day. That's why it hurt so much. You fainted when the pain became unbearable. When the ritual was finished we brought you to our hospital. At least now we can see some improvements in your recovery. And one more thing, I suspect that your hair these last few years has not been growing?"

Confused, the boy nodded his head.

"That is because of the scar. It was hindering your growth and the growth of your hair was the thing that was affected more because of its proximity to the scar. Would you like a mirror?"

"Yes. I want to see how much you've changed!"

Still ignoring the voice, the boy nodded his head. He was handed a mirror, took a deep breath and looked at his reflection. He was now sporting a head full of shoulder length hair and his scar was -

"It's gone!"

The goblin gave him a look saying 'You are so dumb'

"Of course it's gone. It was a curse scar; once the curse is removed the scar vanishes. Everyone of importance knows this."

"Everyone knows this?"

"Then why was it not removed when I was placed with my relatives?"

A look of pure loathing crossed the manager's face before he was able to place an annoyed look. It was Mr. Malfoy that answered the question.

"Some people believe that curse scars can be useful. Fortunately for them, they're not the ones who have to live with them but, unfortunately, they are the ones in power. So there are a lot of people walking around with curse scars and are suffering for it."

The goblin nodded his head and took a breath "Now, as a warning, we don't really know what the side effects are of taking off a curse scar. There are different side effects for every curse scar. So if anything strange happens, I would suggest that you come straight to Gringotts but if you can't I have full confidence that you can take care of yourself."

It had taken the boy a full day to recover from the pain, sure they had potions to help but it had been explained to him that they would just hinder his recovery. It would seem that potions weren't all that people considered them to be, of course the potions for healing did help but the 'pepper up' potion barely helped. All it did was make the person feel better for about a day and then the pain or cold or whatever you were using it for, came back. What people needed was time and it would seem that the wizarding world just didn't want to deal with the long term, they didn't have much patience.

Mr. Malfoy had left for the night but had come straight back in the morning. "Doesn't the man have his own family to take care of?"

"Now if we are done rushing through everything, you still have some papers to look through. Maybe Mr. Malfoy would like to help?"

All three of them walked to the manager's office and sat down at their respective seats. The goblin explained that even if he was a claimant someone else that was connected to the family could also try to claim the fortune. It was just lucky that the boy had came first.

"This is the form that will let you take control of the Potter and Evans fortune. This is just procedure because you obviously own these and it also has the added benefit of making you emancipated. "

Before signing the form the boy read every single word. Once signed, it just disappeared. "I wonder where they go." The manager placed about three more forms in front of him.

"This would be for the Black fortune. You received it because your Godfather placed you in his will and declared you his heir. Seeing as he was the last of the line and is considered dead right now, it's yours."

The boy could see the man next to him stiffening and he wondered what that was about. He read the papers with the voice whispering in his ears.

"Who is this 'Sirius Orion Black' and why is he 'considered' dead? And why would Mr. Malfoy be interested in this family? Something's not right. Sign the papers then figure out what's going on."

The boy signed them and they disappeared again. The manager then gave him a pack of about ten pages and explained that this was for the Gryffindor fortune.

"Seeing as it's one of the oldest vaults, it has the best security and when you do go see it, I would advise you to always have someone with you until you are at least seventeen. You never know what could happen. I would also advise the same for the Slytherin vault."

The pages vanished after he read and signed every single one. There were twelve pages.

"And last would be Slytherin."

The goblin placed a large pack of pages on the desk.

"Because you aren't the actual heir of Slytherin and only have it by conquest there are more pages to sign. Pages for Gringotts, for the ministry and for the family that you won it from. There won't be any problems because there is no one to challenge this anyway."

The boy held his hand, trying to stop it from throbbing because of all the signatures that he had to put on those pages. He sent a glare to the stack that was slowly disappearing.

"Would you like to inspect your vaults Mr. Potter?"

Harry looked up at the goblin and smiled "I trust that Gringotts can handle me not visiting them, it is getting late." The goblin gave him a grin and agreed that they could visit the vaults at a later date.

Harry looked towards Mr. Malfoy who had been incredibly tight lipped through the whole thing and asked if he was ready to leave or if he had some business also. Mr. Malfoy gave him a tight lipped smile and told him that there was only one thing left to do.

Confused, the boy turned to the goblin only to see him pull out four amazing looking boxes. Each had a crest on them. The goblin gave him a smile and said only two words

"Your rings."

A/N:

This is something that I would have loved to see the voice say but I never was able to put it anywhere in the Gringotts parts:

"They call their currency 'Galleon's, sickle's and knut's'. I just don't understand how they came up with the names. Just proves that they're a bunch of nuts."