Here we go another chapter up :) there's a few things I want to say that will be spoilers for the chapter so the rest is at the end.
If one were to think that Harry had a long and horrible summer on Privet Drive one would be right. If they thought he had suffered much abuse and probably should have been taken to the nearby hospital once or twice, then they would be correct again. Many times Harry had been beaten, kicked, burnt, yelled at and starved during that one summer. Now Harry from before his little 'time away' would have just accepted it but after being hit on the head with a shovel after being two hours back and seeing many residents turn a blind eye he decided to investigate.
It wasn't hard to find the time to investigate, just tell the Dursleys he made plans to go meet his criminal Godfather for a bit and he easily got away. That was something else Harry was wondering about, he told Sirius how he was abused and the man did nothing. Madam Pomphrey had to have seen all the scars but she too did nothing, said nothing. Something was wrong, this many people should not be ignoring child abuse.
Purposefully not changing to heal the wound, in fact using his powers to open it a bit more Harry set off to the hospital.
It was a long trek, took him an hour and by then the wound had stopped bleeding but Harry eventually got there. Walking up to the front counter in his most dishevelled clothes looking as pathetic as he possibly could he inwardly smirked when the nurse gasped in shock at him. He couldn't blame her, he had made himself almost anorexic, thing scraggly hair, large cut on his head, blood caked face and a bruised eye for good measure.
"You poor boy" the nurse, a woman roughly in her forties said. "You just sit right down here and I'll get a doctor to come and see you quick" she said guiding Harry to a seat then rushing off.
Harry almost yelled in triumph but kept his face as a doctor came out to inspect him, checking to see if he had a concussion, if the wound was clean (it wasn't) and checked for other injuries.
When the doctor was done and had cleaned and bandaged Harry's wounds he asked a simple question "so what happened to you lad? Gang fight?"
Harry shook his head "no why would you think it was a gang fight?" he asked.
"Well the homeless people around here tend to get into fights with the local gangs" the doctor said simply.
"I'm not homeless" Harry replied actually embarrassed, though he had to admit with clothes too big for him he looked the part.
"Oh I apologize" the doctor said smoothly.
"It was my uncle. He did this but it was my fault I didn't finish the weeding in time" Harry said using his powers to cause tears to fall down his face.
Instantly the nurse from before engulfed him in a hug muttering you poor boy over and over again. Harry hadn't even realised she was still in the room.
The doctor glared at the nurse before kindly asking Harry "and does something like this happen often?"
"No sir" Harry whispered causing the doctor to look a little relieved "it's normally from a frying pan, hot oil or my uncle's belt."
The doctor was a professional and had dealt with many child abuse cases however the way he clenched his fists made it clear that he wished to introduce Vernon Dursley (not that he knew the name of Harry's Uncle) to said fist. "What is your name child?" the doctor asked instead.
"Harry sir. My name is Harry Potter."
The change over the doctor was interesting his eye's contained less rage and his fist was less tense "very well but Mr Potter please try not to come to the hospital over such a minor issue. You are big enough to deal with such a small cut yourself" the doctor stated.
"Wha?" Harry asked confused by the turn of event as the nurse let go off him.
"But thank you for telling me about your situation at home. May I have your Uncle's name and address?"
"Um yeah Vernon Dursley..." Harry began.
"HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE THE DURSLEY'S OF ABUSE. THEY ARE GREAT AND UPSTANDING MEMBERS OF SOCIETY" the nurse yelled in anger before slapping him.
Harry stared at her and the doctor in shock. The instant he said his name then the wounds became the equivalent of a small scratch in their eyes. The instant they heard it was the Dursleys everything he had said was seen as lies and now they were glaring at him for saying the Dursleys were child abusers.
"I...I think I should leave" Harry muttered quickly rushing out of the room and out of the hospital.
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In the corner of the doctors office an old hag woman watched, unseen, as Harry had his examination done. She watched as he saw the concern in the doctor's and nurse's eyes turn to anger, believing that he had lied. She knew why it had happened and was interested to see if Harry would figure it out.
She knew that as the fake lord, the one known as Voldemort had cursed his name the names of Harry Potter and Dursley were charmed. The charms on the names were interesting ones, compulsion charms. When someone said or even thought the name Harry Potter they would feel lack of concern for his health. A life threatening injury would be seen as the equal to a paper cut. Severe abuse would be the same to them as if he had gotten a spanking. Then there was the compulsion on the name Dursley. If you were a muggle one would believe them to be fine, upstanding citizens. If you were a witch or wizard however then they would just simply see them as surly and rude muggles, not the abusive people they actually were.
It was because of the two enchantments that Harry Potter was never taken into child protection services, Dudley Dursley was never expelled from school for bullying and the Dursleys were never arrested for severe abuse.
Sadly even if the boy did figure out that it was the names themselves that altered peoples opinions and perceptions of the abuse he would not realise who was the cause. The one who had cast these charms had cast one more charm one on his name. The charm was a simple one but it helped it caused all who heard or thought of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore to think of him, not as the great chess master he was, but as a leader of the light, one who could be trusted to do the right thing.
The woman smirked as she left the hospital. There were two chess master's currently playing a game surrounding the life of one Harry Potter but they were soon to realise that a true champion had joined the game and she was going to have some fun.
… (Was going to stop here but the chapter was too short so I'll continue :D)...
Harry slowly trudged his way back to the Dursleys when he stopped and thought. Why should he go back? They were abusing him and no one cared, the reaction of the doctor and nurse lead him to believe magic did it for some reason though he didn't know who cast the spell. No one cared about his abuse, very few actually cared about him so why should he go back? If he didn't go back where would he go? There was the Leaky Cauldron but it was too busy for his tastes but an inn in the magical world would work. He had the money, he had the ability to be who he wanted all he needed now was his wand and his gear.
Walking up to number four Privet Drive Harry grinned, this would be good. Harry changed. His form grew bigger, shaggier and clearly unshaven. The Hunger could be felt but the form was no too much different in size to his and thus would not force him to kill for food, yet. "So I had an interesting conversation with my godson" Harry said as he walked through the door looking like Sirius Black. "Tell me why shouldn't I kill you?" he asked the shocked Dursleys.
Three things happened all at once. Dudley pissed himself. Petunia screamed and hid behind Vernon. Vernon passed out in fear.
Harry regarded the Dursleys coldly trying not to laugh. "I will be gathering his things. He will be coming with me and you will pray that I do not see you again because I will kill you" he growled out. Having said that it was easy for Harry to gather his things, he let Hedwig out to fly knowing she would show up when needed and left changing back to 'Harry' as he exited the door.
"Damn that was perfect" Harry grinned as he summoned the Knight Bus.
"Hello welcome to the Knight Bus where to?" the conductor Stan asked.
"Diagon Alley" Harry ordered dropping a few coins in the man's hand.
The ride was just as Harry remembered it, painful. Luckily though he made it to Diagon Alley in one piece in fact the bus was right in the middle of the Alley.
"I forgot you said you could go anywhere" Harry muttered exiting the bus and making his way to Gringotts.
"Hi I'd like to withdraw from my vault please" Harry asked the teller.
"Name?" the goblin asked not even looking at him.
"Harry Potter."
"And does Mr Potter have his key?" the goblin asked suddenly staring intently at Harry.
"Er yeah here it is" Harry said pulling out his vault key.
The goblin took the key from Harry's hands and instantly it turned to a pile of dust. "What did you do that for?" Harry asked angrily.
"There have been some... changes to your vault" the goblin said casually "and as such you need new security and a new key. We have already provided that for you. You need to go see Khaz. Follow that corridor fourth door on the left" the goblin said dismissing him.
Doing as he was told Harry eventually came to a door with no name, sign, number or any indication that it was different to any others and knocked.
"Ah yes Mr Potter please come in" a goblin in scholarly robs said giving him a gentle smile.
If you have ever seen a goblin you will know that they don't smile. If you have seen a goblin in battle you will know that battle is the only exception to said rule so Harry was understandably scared as he walked into an office which was filled with books. Books in bookcases lining the walls. Books in piles on the desk, floor and chairs. There were even some stuck on the ceiling, harry was not sure how that happened.
"Er I was told you had my new key" Harry said nervously.
"Ah yes quite an interesting thing that had happened with your vault Mr Potter" the goblin, Khaz smiled. "You see it moved. Something that has only happened a few times in history. I don't know why it moved and to be honest that part doesn't interest me as much as where it moved to."
"Where did it move?" Harry asked wondering if this was a goblin equivalent of Hermione.
The goblin's smile grew even bigger. "Mr Potter your vault moved to a vault that by all rights shouldn't exist. You see our vaults are labelled by numbers the very first vault was number one and we are currently building number two thousand seven hundred and ninety two at the moment. Your vault is now Vault Zero."
"Wait what?" Harry asked.
"Yes you see Vault's one and two are at the end of a corridor One on the left side, Two on the right. Yours however is on the empty wall where there previously was none. Now this in it's self is strange enough but I got a message from the German branch that one of their vaults has moved. Their documents state it was never there to begin with and that it was always here in England. I'm sure you can understand our surprise to find out that the missing vault and your moved vault are now one and the same."
"Um can you just give the people whose vault went missing their stuff back?" Harry asked.
The goblin shook his head "no I can't as the last owner of the vault died in 1863. I believe his name was a mr Jacob Grimm."
"Wait what?" Harry asked.
Khaz smirked "now here is the really interesting part. His will states that if a Mr Harry James Potter is ever found then he would gain access of said vault and everything that it contains. Now ignoring the fact that we can't say wether or not you are the Harry Potter in question would you have any idea at all why the vault transfer happened today?" the goblin asked with a knowing smile.
"Magic?" Harry asked feebly.
Khaz rolled his eyes "Mr Potter the reason why I was given control of the vault is because as you can see I am different from most goblins, where my kind are warriors I am a scholar one who learns for the sake of learning and I believe I have found the reason why. Tell me Mr Potter why did you think Time Travel was a good idea?"
Harry stared at Khaz "how did you figure it out?" he asked.
Khaz smirked "simple when time changes memories do not objects however do. It is a far fetched conclusion but it seemed to be the correct one. So once again Mr potter why did you decide to Time Travel."
Harry looked around nervously hoping for a distraction so he could escape but nothing came up. "Well it kind of just happened. I didn't mean to. This Lady, called herself Lady Magic did it."
Khaz sighed "Mr Potter if it were not for the fact that you are a terrible liar I would not believe you but I do. I guess I should tell you about your new vault then. First of all when I say that your vault moved it didn't actually only the contents did, however the Grimm Vault did move. It is exactly the same as the one missing from Germany. Now as to what you gained from the Grimm vault. The Grimms were not particularly wealthy individuals however their vault contains all of their knowledge, books, documents, diaries and much more. There are said to be bones of a Nundu, dragons, giants and a ghost in there. I believe that those are mere myth's however the German branch has informed me that the vault does contain many skeletons and preserved bodies of dark and light creatures. It is rich in knowledge if nothing else."
Harry stared in shock "unfortunately for you the Germans are not allowing you access until you pay for the missing vault. I have already sent the money, taken from your vault of course, to them but it was a hefty sum and should take a day or two to arrive. I can give you whatever gold you need in the mean time, also taken from your vault, but you Harry James potter are not allowed to step inside until the whole mess is sorted."
"How long do you think that'll be?" Harry asked.
"Two days at the latest. Would you like to withdraw some gold?"
"Umm yeah twenty Galleons should do it" Harry muttered. "you wouldn't happen to know a good, quite inn would you?"
Khaz handed Harry a bag of gold "no I don't now if that is all. While you aren't aloud in the vault I am so goodbye" with that Harry was thrown out of the office.
"Things just keep getting weirder and weirder" Harry muttered as he got up, changed his appearance to that of a nondescript person and left the bank in search of a place to stay.
The only inn on Diagon Alley was the Leaky Cauldron so harry decided to search Knockturn Alley.
Knockturn Alley was as dark and dingy as Harry remembered. Old hags walked the streets, vampires huddled together outside an establishment known as The Blood Donor but it wasn't as bad as it appeared. Several people were talking about werewolf rights. Newspapers were being sold. There was even an ice-cream store. It appeared that this place while it housed the dark wizards and dark creatures, was not as bad as people said. There were several pubs, dark arts shops, a board full of wanted posters for bounty hunters and someone obviously selling stolen goods but no violence, no theft. It made sense really if everyone here was as paranoid as they looked then at the first sign of trouble spells would be flying, people would die and the Aurors called in.
Harry's search for an inn stopped at a place called The Coffin House. It looked like a funeral house and even had grave stones and coffins outside the front door but the sign saying rooms available was a dead give away.
Walking inside Harry found it looked like one would expect a normal inn to look like anda cute, red headed vampire was standing behind the counter. "Room for one or are you just after food?" she asked politely. Harry's stomach gave a large growl. "You sound as if you know true hunger" she commented.
"Yeah" harry muttered "can I get food and a room. I don't care what the food is, it can be raw for all I care I just need to eat or I'm afraid I'll eat someone."
The woman smirked "right away. Oh and next time offer to by a lady dinner before you think about eating her."
Blushing bright red Harry only stuttered as she walked into the back room. A minute later she returned with a raw steak on a plate. As soon as he saw the steak Harry eagerly snatched it off the plate and tore into it. Not bothering to savour the taste just fill his hunger.
"Thank you" Harry said after he finished. "I don't know how you vampires can survive with hunger like that."
"Believe me your hunger is nothing compared to ours" the woman smirked.
"I ate a werewolf" Harry stated. "I literally ate a werewolf, fur. meat and bones."
"That...is a new one" the woman said uncertainly. "Do I have to worry about you eating my patrons while you are here or will you be ok?"
'My powers require sustenance as long as I don't abuse them you'll be fine" harry replied.
The woman gave a fake pout "and here I hoped you'd...eat...me" she said suggestively.
Even while using his powers he blushed bright red at that "I-I-I-I-I" Harry stuttered before her giggling stopped him.
"I'm sorry" she laughed "but you are too innocent. It is not often we get one like you in Knockturn."
"Evil woman" Harry muttered under his breath.
"Oh yeah one more thing before I provide you a room" the woman said. "I need to know what kind of creature you are. It's a safety thing."
"Would you believe me if I said I'm human?" Harry asked hopefully.
"You said you ate a werewolf at the very least you yourself would be infected if that were the case. Also you smell like fire, poison and something else. What are you?"
"I'm a changeling" Harry muttered.
The woman's eyes widened at that before she adopted her kind smile once more "it has been a while since we had one of your kind here. Please feel free to adopt your natural form while in here. I also must warn you that there is a shop near the end of Knockturn that deals in slaves try and stay away from there least you get caught."
"Thank you" Harry said taking his base form. "I'm Harry by the way."
"Nice to meet you Harry people call me Vi" Vi said without batting an eye at his change "that will be two galleons for he steak and one galleon a night."
Harry counted out nine galleons and handed them to her "I'll just pay for a week for now though I may stay longer."
Vi nodded taking the coins and handing Harry a room key. "your room is number twelve, just go up those stairs." Harry thanked her and started to the stairs "oh and Harry" Vi called. "If you want to eat just come to me" she said suggestively with a wink.
Harry quickly ran to his room trying to escape the embarrassment.
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That night while the denizens of Knockturn Alley were going about their business no one noticed the sharp yell then thud as rapist and vampire, Sanguini was killed. No one noticed as a figure left wiping it's sword clean of blood. No one noticed anything until the next morning and when they did the rumours happened. Every single rumour said the same thing. The Executioner was in England.
So what did you think? Please review.
now I know there are many many many manipulative Dumbledore stories however they do it as Dumbledore having the subtlety of an ox in a china shop so I want to try it a little different than that and not have Harry realize he's being played, well not for a while anyway.
Also everything Harry's done now will have repurcussions.
And lastly yes Little red, The Hunter, or whatever you wish to call her will show up again, yes they will be close friends, no they wont have those feelings for each other or if they do nothing will happen. i may do romance but I don't want it to be with the othger main character maybe a side one.