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chapter 1: the day it all started

Harry woke up to the sound of an owl pecking at his window, which confused him because Hedwig was locked in her cage and Dumbledor made sure that no one could send him mail. He groggily sat up in his bed and flung the covers off. He put his feet on the cold floor and slowly padded over to the window. he pushed it up, his uncle had taken off the bars after the flying car thing, and the owl flew in, taking a seat on his desk. Harry took the letter from its beak and fed it one of Hedwig's owl treats before it flew back out the window.

Harry sat down at the official gringotts letter for a minute before opening it. He took his time breaking the wax seal on the letter, still not sure why gringotts would send him a letter. As far as he knew, Harry just had the Potter and Black vaults and he hasn't done anything with his money, except for giving the twins money to start up their joke shop but that money was from the tri-wizard tournament not his personal funds. Plus he hasn't even touched any of his since first year, seeing as Dumbledor usually sent him his school books before each year.

'Lord Harry James Potter-Black; Heir to the noble house of Potter, Black, Gryffindor, and Slytherin,

It has come to our attention that you will be coming to age soon. We ask you and your sister, Lady Hermione Lilly Potter-Black, to come to Gringotts to discuss your inheritance and for you to receive your family rings. We would like for you to set up an appointment as soon as you possibly can after your seventeenth birthday.

signed, Griphook;
financial adviser in The Wizard Bank Gringotts' (1)

Harry stared wide eye at the letter in his shaking hands. HE WAS HEIR TO THE HOUSE OF SLYTHERIN? HE HAD A SISTER AND IT WAS HERMIONE! Holy crap! Did Hermione know about this? maybe I mean if he got a letter then Hermione most likely got one. Harry quickly threw on some clothes and put his wand in his pocket before running out of his tiny room and down the stairs.

Forgetting about his uncle's 'no noise at all' rule, Harry let the door slam behind him as he ran down the street looking for a pay phone. Harry for about ten blocks before he found an empty and working telephone booth. he dialed Hermione's house number and waited as it rang.

"hello Hermione Granger speaking." a familiar voice said.

"Hermione! hey its harry! listen did you get a letter from gringotts?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement.

"hey Harry...uhh a letter from gringotts? yeah it just arrived by owl, I was gonna open it when you rang."

"open it! open it and read it! I'll wait." he said, smiling as he leaned against the one of the booth's walls.

"ok give me a moment Harry." she told him.

Harry could hear the ripping of the envelope and the crinkling of paper as she unfolded the letter. Harry listened with baited breath as Hermione read the same letter that he did.

"oh my god...OH MY GOD!" Hermione squeaked.

"I know! your my sister! we are the heirs to Slytherin and Gryffindor! can you believe it!" Harry asked.

"no!" she screeched, "i mean its amazing about us being related! i wonder why we weren't told about this earlier. Dumbledor must of known! Also I'm not so sure about the heir to Slytherin thing. I cant even speak parseltongue." Harry could practically see the gears in her brain turning, a frown on her lips, and her eye brows crinkled.

"Obliviously Dumbledor has been keeping even more from us thank we thought! its one thing to keep little things from me but to actually lie about me having a sister! its unforgivable! he knew how much I wanted a family and he knew about us being related. how could he? also the slytherin thing is somewhat believable it would explain me speaking parsletongue and you were always the only one who could understand me a little. so maybe all you need to do is practice." harry explained.

"hmmm maybe your right Harry. But lets forget about that now. our main problem is Dumbledor and the order, as soon you turn seventeen they are gonna try to control you even more plus Voldemort is gonna try to get you once the protection around your house disappears, leaving your relatives venerable to death eaters." she said, her tone serious.

Harry scoffed, "oh please like I give a bloody hell about my relatives. Hell the death eaters will be doing me a favor by killing them. But your right about the order thing, they will most likely not let me leave whatever house they put me after I hit seventeen, saying its for my safety or whatever bullocks they will think of." Harry rolled his eyes.

"what about Remus?" She asked.

"dumbledor has Remus off on some suicide mission, trying to get more werewolf packs on the side of the light. so there is no way that i can go to gringotts." Harry sighed.

It was quiet on the other end of the line for awhile before Hermione gasped, "Harry!"

"what! what is it Hermione?" he asked, confused.

"Sirius left you the Black manors and all the money right?" she inquired, excited.

"uhh yeah...why do you ask?" Harry was confused.

"well you can leave your house and I'll meet you at one of the manors. we'll have to leave before your 17 so we can come to age together." she told him.

"that sounds great 'Mione! but how can i get out, order members are watching the house, I cant apperate out, and my fireplace doesn't connect to the Floo network." he said.

"that's easy! just use one of the house elves, Dobby or Winky will be able to get you close to one of the black manors."

Harry thought it over for awhile, "hmm I guess that sounds fine."

The two of them spent the next ten minutes going over details like the date Harry should runaway from his own personal hell hole, how Hermione would find the manor Harry went to(Harry would send one of the house elves to pick her up), and other little details. When Harry left the telephone booth everything in their plan was well thought out and Harry couldn't help but smile at the future.

Of course there was one thing that Hermione and Harry hadn't counted on in their planning: Harry's uncle Vernon,his extreme dislike of Harry, and the fact that he hated, with an extreme passion, being woken up early by magical freaks.

Me: i really don't like this chapter, its kinda awkward to me i think. what do you guys think? I kinda want to rewrite it but i will leave it as it is for now, its mostly just fillerish

(1): I'm not sure how what's Griphook's position really is in the bank so I just put something that made sense.