D looked at him the cup of tea, smirking. Harry had finally gotten Ne to stop questioning him a few minutes ago. Hedwig had also stopped flapping around him. He had joined D for some tea.

"So was your…vacation productive?"

Harry swirled his tea.

"Yes." He answered easily.

D gave a smile and dug into some cake. Harry watched him a moment.

"What are you?" he asked simply after a moment.

D made a thoughtful face.

"What am I?......Sometimes I do not know." He replied. "All I know for sure is I'm immortal and have a strong bond to animals."

Harry watched him. D smiled again.

"Aw, but do not concern yourself over it. In a way I'm just as human as you are."

Harry wondered if that was a compliment. Human. Harry also wondered how human he was if he could be compared to D.

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Harry fingered his ear. The newly pierced ear held a small, plain silver bead. He was supposed to keep it until his ear was sued to and would not heal over it. Harry skipped all the muggle rules and pulled it out. He let a small amount of magic enter his ear to heal the wound, making sure he healed the walls of the piercing but not the piercing itself. When that was finished he fished through his pocket for his newly bought earring. It was a small silver hoop with a small silver chain hanging from it. Hanging from the chair was flame shaped glass bead that seemed to blend from whit to red. It shimmered in the summer light. Harry smirked and popped it into his ear.

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He gazed at himself in the mirror. Large green eyes stared blankly back. His skin was pale yet healthy. His long black hair reached a foot past his shoulders, flaring at the ends. The black clothes he wore hung showing a lithe, attractive figure for a twelve year old. His hands gripped the edge of the sink. He stared into his own eyes searching for any sign of emotion. His mask stopped any he had from showing. Or was it a mask. Harry couldn't tell anymore. What if the mask was really him?

"Am I human?" He asked the empty room.

He looked human. He bled like a human. But he didn't know if he thought like a human. He had killed already. He had never felt anything while doing it. He didn't believe a normal twelve year old could kill like that. Nor did he think could a normal person go through his life and not be torn apart by the mental scars and issues. By the amount of various emotions he should have felt. Harry tightened his grip. Was he human?

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Harry slipped into the night club, the two bouncers by the door allowing it even though he was very underage. The nightclub was in London, down in the muggle area. But it was for wizards. Not just wizards, but Vampires, Werewolves, and any other magical creatures. Any and all were welcome as long as they didn't start any fights or such. He had bought the building at the beginning of summer before funding the man with the broom design. He had then fixed it up with the help of a few magical builders. Then he had gotten some curse breakers to throw wards all around the place. No Apparating in or out, except in the reception area. No muggles could see it or enter it. All people with ill intent would be ejected.

Harry had made it after thinking of some ways to pass time. It had been an experiment. The wizarding world had very little in the entertainment side so he had decided to build the place. Once it was finished he hired people to work there and opened it up. No one, of course, knew that he Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived had opened it. They all thought some rich teen who wished to rebel had. No one really cared though. Those that did just didn't go, simple as that. It had been an immediate success though. At first most wizards had been wary of the rules allowing vampires and such in, but when they learned the wards would protect them if a vampire or werewolf went into a rage or tried to force them to do something or bit them against their will (they would be forcibly thrown out even before they could bit or turn their rage on anyone) they had come.

Now the place was open every evening till early in the morning full of music, food, drinks, and dancing. Vampires, werewolves, and wizards mingled along with the other odd creatures that came to just listen to music and drink. The bouncers had been hired to keep snoopy people who just wanted to rat people out or spy and to also keep things calm-ish. Wards assured people but tall muscular guards showed the threat. They also kept out anyone underage out. Except Harry. He was the boss. They thought his father or something owned the place, not him, but he was still the boss.

Harry waved to the two stepped in away from the Apparation spot and walking into the club. Music assaulted his ears and the smell of people and creatures mixed together. He sneezed once as someone with alcohol strong on their breath walked by. Harry slid thought the crowd. Everyone just ignore him. If he got in somehow he was allowed. There was no way to sneak in. Harry slipped past the crowds to the set of stairs at the back. He walked up them looking over the dance floor at the same time.

The main room was broken into two sections. A lowered piece to the right was filled with dancers. A DJ sat behind a set up in a corner. He had used muggle technology here. He had figured out how to work muggle stuff around magic. Power it with magic of course. It was so simple. To the left of the room the floor was raised a few steps up and covered in tables and booths along with a bar. Most places were filled with chatting people. People also sat at benches along the bar counter laughing or sitting by themselves. The dance floor was also filled with people.

The stairs Harry was on led to private rooms. This place was actually quite popular for parties and meetings. As he got to the top of the stairs he was in a hall. Because of charms he only faintly heard the beat of music. He followed the hall passing various doors into various rooms. Some open showing empty rooms, some closed showing the room was used. Finally he reached the last door and slipped in. He found a goblin sitting at the table set up and slid into a seat. The goblin looked up at him then slid him a bunch of papers he looked over silently.

"Well Mr. Potter, you invested smartly in this place. It's a hit and you have already paid off all the costs of making it. Now you're making money."

Harry gave a slight smirk.

"Also the man you funded for the broom design is working nicely and using the money wisely, he wished me to inform you he should have the broom ready in less then a year, with enough to start selling."

Harry gave a nod looking at the papers.

"And as asked we've invested some of your money in various businesses. You now own fifty percent of a new restaurant in Diagon Alley and fifty percent of a newly emerged muggle bookstore opened by a half blood in Diagon alley. Both have just started but are starting well."

Harry nodded again. He read down the sheet seeing all in order.

"Do you have my balance sheet?"

The goblin slid an extra sheet to him. It had all his balances on it; how much he had in the school vault, how much he had in vault his father and godfather gave, and how much he would inherit in the Potter vault. For a moment he wondered who his godfather was, like every time he saw he had one. But then the usual thought popped up. If his godfather wasn't there it meant he didn't want him or he was dead. Harry didn't know which was better. He slipped the paper into his pocket. He thrummed his fingers on the table in thought.

"How easy would it be for my guardian to be changed, and what would it entail?"

"To change guardians you need you former guardians to sign the papers willingly. Second the person taking guardianship must also sign willingly. What it entails depends on who's the guardian." The goblin answered slowly.

"Can you check who my guardians are now?"

The goblin gave a nod and snapped his fingers. A white parchment appeared in front of him.

"Three drops of blood."

Harry bit his finger and watched three drops of blood fall. Slowly they were sucked into the paper. Then words started to form.

"This paper can give many details about a person." The goblin explained. "But only the one who dropped the blood can see what it says."

Harry waited till the letters stopped appearing before reading..

Name: Harry James Potter

Birth Date: July 31, 1980

Age: Twelve

Parents: Lily Mary Evans-Potter and James Alexander Potter

Relatives By Blood (Alive): Petunia Anne Evans-Dursely

Guardians: Petunia Anne Evans-Dursely and Vernon Dursely

Magical Guardian: Albus (to many damn middle names) Dumbledore

Magical Abilities:

Fire Elementist

Wandless Magic

Mage Sight

Advanced Hearing

Advanced Sight

Advanced Smell

Magical Protections:

Blood-wards Keyed To Petunia Dursely

Blood Rose – Advanced Blood Magic To Read Health

Blood Moon – Advanced Tracking Spell

Harry looked down at the list.

"It says I have a magical guardian."

"The very few half-bloods adopted by muggles always have a magical guardian. There are laws against muggles adopting pureblood orphans."

Harry looked thoughtful.

"If adopted by a vampire or werewolf would that destroy the need for a magical guardian?"

"Vampires and werewolves are not allowed to adopt."

Harry closed his eyes briefly.

"What if…no….What would destroy the need for a magical guardian."

"Being adopted by a non-muggle within the laws."

Harry ran his hands through his hair.

"Thank you Griphook."

"You are welcome Mr. Potter." The small creature said before heading from the room, most likely to the apparation point.

Harry just sat there for a while longer, thinking.

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End of Chapter 11.