A/N: I said I wouldn't do this a second time but with getting more reviews for me to respond to I thought Id not go with caps a second time so reading the answers to my reviews easier. No reviews for me to answer and I go to caps.

To VizzeerLord: You pointed out two things which I will later go in and check. One: the portkey date was off by two months lol. How I missed that I don't know. Two: Its Runes not ruins; thank you for that correction. every time I looked at that I was like 'I know this is wrong but don't know why' XD

To Jem Doe: You complained about my dialogue looked like one giant wall of text. I'm just assuming that you mean the part where Harry ad Hermione were writing on the same parchment to each other. When I saw your review I corrected that immediately since all I needed to do was put a line first to let people know when the sentence changed to the other person. If I am wrong im my assumption and still making the error of having it look like one giant wall of text please inform me.

To sunsethill: Before I get into any of the reviews you sent I just have to do a minor gush because I've used your favorites list on your profile page since like the second month I've been on fanfiction and I've been on for about a year or two now. So you reading it im just XD XD XD XD XD. OK now on to the reviews. The three you gave me were on chap1, 2, and 4.For chap1: You pointed out that my point of view changed from third to first a few times. Im not going to deny, that might happen a few more times. The amount of information and how I want to sometimes makes me ignore the point of views.For chap2: You pointed out that I sometimes changed from past tense to present tense. Im hoping that for the most part it was a one time thing since he went from the future to the past and my mind while typing it was trying to cope lol. As for your comment on how all cap author notes seem like shouting; ive already been scolded for doing that. In my defense, its really fun to do it.For chap4: I know I changed it from the Great Hall to the Mess Hall, and funny how you mention it sounds like military school since my mum is military. guess it transferred over by habit lol. But honestly The Great Hall sounded like the door way area between the main door and the area where they eat food which is why I changed it to the Mess Hall. I just can't picture the lunch room in a place called The Great Hall.

That's all the reviews, finally. Now since that is done I can go all caps. DUM DUM DUM HAHAHAHA BEWARE THE CAPS! LAKJakjckjchLKACSHlclhJSCLhc Noooooooo! It would seem ive been banded to abuse the power of the Cap Lock buttom (for now at least!)

Ok funny is done, id go longer but Im tired because of a bull. Long story and since it has nothing to do with Harry Potter I don't feel like typing it all.

The lovely beta that helped me with would be, FawkesThePhoenix8. So around of applause for her everyone. Without her you'd all be waiting for another three days at least.

Hogwarts Gryffindor Common Room, November 21

"Good morning Professor, shall we head to your office?". With a nod, he followed behind, hoping to find out the mystery behind what Gringotts wanted to know.

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Leaky Cauldron, November 21

Stumbling out of the fireplace, coughing from the soot that rudely invaded his lungs, he maneuvered himself to one of the stools in front of the bartender and owner Tom. After getting a few breaths of clean air, he looked at the bald gloomy man.

"Hello Tom, I'd like your soup special and a copy of the Daily Prophet". Setting the galleon down, he waited. Tom took the coin with a grunt and tossed ten sickles and three knuts on the counter in front of him. Pocketing the change, he sighed. Tom didn't have the warm, fuzzy personality but he was one that fought for the right thing and wasn't deterred by threats, bribes, or even torture. With such loyalty Harry was willing to accept the grumpy attitude.

The Daily Prophet was handed to him and he began to read. So far, there was nothing in there, except for the notice that the Weighing of the Wands ceremony was postponed for November 22. 'That's tomorrow, hmmmm I guess I can tell Cedric about the dragons right after it' he thought. Finishing the paper, he saw his soup in front of him. Wishing he was told that it was there, he began to eat it slowly. Finishing his last bite, he sighed in satisfaction and left two sickles and the three knuts as a tip.

Getting up from the stool, he was about to check the time when he felt a lurching feeling. Harry began to see the world spin and then, with a thud, he saw stars.

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Gringotts, November 21

He wanted to throw up, he really wanted to throw up. Why wizards couldn't make comfortable speed travels would forever be a mystery to Harry. Laying where he had been unceremoniously tossed from the portkey, he refused to move till he was sure the soup wasn't going to come up.

"Mr. Potter"

Harry turned his face towards the gruff voice and saw a very scary goblin. Assuming male, his face was scarred in two places; the right eye had a large one that started at the top of the head to the middle of the cheek and the other was over the nose. One of the ears wasn't disfigured but still had a small piece missing from it. As for his attire, it was a very fancy looking suit that had three circular medals placed on the left breast; a gold one with a small engraving of a crown - if Harry's eyes were as good as he thought - and the one right under was made of silver, which had a sword and a gold coin engraved into it. And lastly, a copper medal with the face of the goblin race.

Slowly getting up, Harry was thinking of what he remembered of Goblins, which was sadly very little. 'Goblins hate wizards because they are stupid and repressed them, they are helluva fighters, they are good at making profit, they are sneaky, and lastly they are honorable. So all in all show respect and you might get out without starting a goblin war.'

"Sorry sir, portkeys and floo powder travels are two things that don't seem to take kindly to me."

The only indication the goblin gave that he heard was a grunt before going back to his paperwork. Looking at the room around him, he came up with two words to describe it : big and scary. The room was a giant circle with the circumference of about half a mile long, according to what he saw, which incidentally was how far the closest exit was too. Around every inch of the wall had armor clad goblins that stood still with menacing spears in their hands. If it wasn't for the fact that he was used to spontaneous dangerous environments, he would have wet himself.

Seeing that there was a singular chair that happened to be placed right in front of the scarred goblins desk, he decided that he was supposed to sit there. Making himself comfortable in the seat, as quietly as possible, he waited till the goblin addressed him. It wasn't wise to distract a goblin from its work. They had an order of things and it was best to respect that.

After what felt like an hour - but realistically only half that time - the goblin put its quill down and looked at Harry. "What may Gringotts do for you?". Looking confused, Harry slowly took the letter out of his pocket, hoping that the armored goblins wouldn't attack him, and handed it to the goblin in front of him.

Opening the letter, the goblin looked it over and then, with - it could only be described as this snortish spittle grunts - one of the closest armored goblins to the door opened it and left.

"Mr. Potter". Harry turned his attention away from the door and back at the scarred goblin, 'I really need to find out his name' he thought. "Forgive me for I had forgotten all about this" - he raised the letter that was in his hand to indicate what he was talking about - "It's something that hasn't happened so it had slipped my mind".

Harry seemed to be calm in his seat but in his mind he was going crazy. He was trying to figure out what the hell could have been added already to his stockpile of things that just seemed to happen to him and him only. "Im sorry but I dont understand, what are these… changes to my account that you are hinting at? Is it good or bad ? Am I going to find out i'm married to some foreign princess or something?". After saying that semi humorous joke, he went, wide eyes. "I'm not am I? Please tell me I'm not." said he in a panicked tone. 'Fate would do something like that to me'.

"Mr. Potter calm yourself" came the gruff voice. "I can guarantee you it's nothing like that, but as for what it is, we do not know ourselves." Giving the goblin another confused look he continued, "Many years ago, we were given specific instructions that, when a name was put on the list for each of these vaults, we were to contact them immediately, by any means necessary. Other the that we are unaware of anything else about it; except for who may have perchased the vaults that it."

As the goblin had finished his sentence, the door behind Harry opened up and behind the armored goblin, another goblin appeared. As the former went back to his place against the wall, the latter came up, closer and closer, till he was beside Harry and bowed before the goblin behind the desk. "You had called Ragnarok sir?".

'Well I know his name now, should have been obvious since it was he who wrote me that letter' thought Harry.

The goblin beside him looked old, though he had no scars Harry could tell he was ragged. His voice was hoarse and the wrinkles all over his face made him look rotten. Comparing Ragnarok to this goblin would be like comparing a youthful child to a retired old fart.

"Yes Timebite, I want you to take Mr. Potter here to the vaults, that is under your charge. It would seem his name came up for all four". The goblin Timebite's eyes went wide at that declaration. Harry groaned out loud at seeing that, anything that surprised a goblin didn't bode well for himself. "Yes Ragnarok sir, as you say". Bowing again, he turned to Harry, "Come with me Mr. Potter". And then, he turned to leave.

Quickly getting up, he did a quick bow to Ragnarok and remembered what was written on the letter. "May gold forever flourish within your vaults Ragnarok sir. Good day". With that, he got back up and quickly caught up with Timebite within the hallways. If Harry had looked back, he would have seen Ragnarok giving a thoughtful smile at the time traveler.

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Gringotts Railways, November 21

Being jolted around in the cart, he was looking down as he was going deeper and deeper into the belly of Gringotts. He was wondering about the destination, but he had a good idea where they were going. It wasn't to hard to figure out when Ragnarok said 'all four'. He was headed to the founders vaults. As the cart started to slow down to a stop, he got to see more than just blur of the caverns.

In front of him was a railway splitter that separated into five different caverns. By looking at that, he had a flashback. He remembered when he had come down to the caverns with Bill.

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Deep in Gringotts, 2003

"Are you sure this is a good place for me to hide Bill? I mean I don't think it is a bad idea but the goblins made sure to secure these so nobody that didn't belong here could come. So unless it belongs to me, I don't think I'll be able to get into it, even with your amazing curse breaking skills.", Harry said as he stumbled behind Bill Weasley in the near-darkned cave.

"Oh dont worry about that Harry, I have confidence that you will be able to get into this room.", Bill said mysteriously. Shining the light of the lumos further in front of himself, both Bill and Harry saw five cavern enterances in front of them. The furthest one to the right had caved in and the one to the left of it looked like it was on its last life.

"Hope you weren't planning on going to one of those because if so, then I would have to say the Potter luck has struck again". Harry quipped as he pointed at two on the right. Bill just looked at him with an amused glare and shook his head, "Nope, you're in luck. It's the one in the middle we need to get into". And with that, they trudged on.

Making it into the cave took about a ten mile walk before they reached the end with three vaults showing. Collapsing on the ground, Harry let his feet rest. "My poor feet miss the goblins and their carts. It's a pity they had to abandon the place". Bill just snorted at Harry's statement. "If there is any of them left and they decide to come back, I'll make sure the first thing they get working is the carts.". Harry sighed a thank you at Bill.

Resting in the silence for a few more minutes, Harry looked at the doors. "So which one are we getting into?". Bill pointed at the one to the far right. "You just need to put your hand up on the wall and wait". Looking at Bill skeptically, Harry got up and did as he was told, just in time for him to feel a rush of magic surround him. He would have jumped away but the magic held him firmly still. After a very long minute, the magic subsided and the doors opened with a screech. Harry fell on his hands and knees in a cold sweat.

Bill, seeing the state Harry was in, ran to him to see if he was ok. As he bent down, he got a light punch to the face, and a scowl from Harry. "Next time warn me dammit. I nearly got a heart attack from that. I honestly thought I triggered a trap or something". Bill got up with a guilty smile and helped Harry up onto his foot. Both of them taking a step in, they saw a room with a lot of galleons, sickles, and knuts, with a ruby encrusted door in the back.

Harry gave Bill a look of numb surprise, "Bill… What vault is this?". Bill gave Harry a cheeky smile. "Welcome to the vault of Hogwarts"

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Deep inside Gringotts, November 21 1994

Groaning at the memory, he had enough time to see that they were not heading towards the middle vault, him and Bill had done years later. Instead, they went to the right of that, the one that he had remembered to have been on its last life. Going at a blurry pace, they made it to the end in no time, which Harry was happy about, or more like his feet where. Getting out with Timebite they walked a little bit further till the vaults were in front of them, which showed eight.

Confused of the amount of doors he tried to get closer, for him to feel a minor electrical shock and then a blast of force that threw him to the floor a few feet back. Getting up with a groan, he looked at the goblin who was looking back at him with a blank stare. "I haven't taken down the security Mr. Potter, please wait a moment". Biting back a retort, he walked over and stood behind the goblin, albeit a step or two behind, so the goblin wouldn't bicker at him about space.

Feeling the air change after a few minutes, he looked at Timebite for confirmation. Which he did a minute later by walking forward. After he got in the center of all eight of the vaults, he turned around and looked up towards Harry. "Now Mr. Potter, you are only allowed to go into the ones marked 'B'. Do I make myself clear". Harry bowed. "Yes, Timebite sir".

Deciding to start with the smallest number, he went left and looked at the vault which said 7-A, and then, looked at the vault which indicated 7-B. Moving to that one, he stopped a foot away from it and looked back at Timebite. "What do I do to open it?". The goblin motioned it to touch with its hand. Sighing, he looked back at the vault's door and hesitantly touched it, and just like with the Hogwarts vault, magic surrounded him and he froze. Thankfully, he didn't fall into a panicked state like last time.

As it finished, the door opened and Harry walked inside. It was dark and he could see only about a few feet, but after a few steps, flickers of bright red fire circled the edges of the room.

Waiting for the eyes to finally adjust, he looked around the room and saw that it looked mostly empty except for a wardrobe sized glass case in the middle of the room and a sealed piece of rolled up parchment on a small podium in front of it. Getting closer to the glass case, he saw what was inside it: a black cloak. Though Harry knew there was something more to it, he didn't like to be near it. The black cloak was so deep, it looked like it was made of the shadows itself. To him, it looked like something an assassin would wear.

Finally making it right in front of it, he could see the detailed lining of the cloak. What caught his eyes was the runes etched in the wood, inside of the case, at the bottom and top. He would need to hurry up and take the class so he could figure out what they mean. Taking one last look at the glass case, he noticed one more thing about it : A red plaque at the top of the glass case with golden letters, that showed brightly a single sentence : To look at evil is to look at man itself.

That didn't bode well for Harry. Not seeing any way to open the case, he turned to the sealed up parchment and grabbed it. Holding it in his hand for a minute, waiting to see for anything to happen, he exhaled a breath when nothing did. Pocketing it, he left.

Walking out, he turned to vault 8-B ignoring 8-A since he had no reason to deal with it. Doing everything as before, he strode in for yellow fire to brighten the room instead of red. As for the room, it was the same as the previous, but with something else in the glass case. Four silver arm braces, shown brightly in its case, as if they were made just that day. Interestingly, there was no ruins in the glass case. Hoping for a less creepy message on the yellow plaque, he read the black words: Everything has a cost, even friendship. Harry didn't like this one any better than the first.

Taking the parchment, he put it in his pocket and left the vault quickly. Just in time for him to turn to vault 9-B.

Inside the, now, blue flamed room, he saw a showcasing of what looked to be normal glasses, though for all he knew, they could have the ability to blow up the world. The blue plaques message wasn't as bad as the other two: Without wisdom, knowledge is useless. It was sorta obvious but he guessed that during that time, it wasn't.

Taking a quick breath, he grabbed his third scroll and strolled on over to vault 10-B, the last vault he needed to get into. Just wanting to get this done, he walked into the green lit expecting another wardrobe shaped case with a rolled up sealed parchment on a small pedestal. Instead, he got the parchment in a open box on the ground, in front of a pool of what looked to be liquid silver.

Standing in front of the box he saw moonlit silver writing and this message, to Harry's opinion, was the worst : Sometimes, to be a hero, one has to play the villain. He snatched the last parchment into his pocket and literally ran out into the cart and sat there waiting for the goblin to come, which was too slow for his own comfort. Making their way back, he hoped to leave his worries behind him, in the depths of Gringotts.

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Ragnarok's Chamber, November 21

Sitting in the chair was a white faced Harry, waiting for Timebite and Ragnarok, talking in their native tongue. He was taking calming breaths hoping to clear his mind and to calm his emotions. It wasn't a good time to panic at some random -thought very creepy- messages. Partly succeeding, he was able to crush that horrible feeling within himself. The worry didn't leave him mind though. A gruffly "Mr. Potter" broke himself out of his focused breathing.

"Yes, Ragnarok sir?". Harry said calmly. Ragnarok gave a long look at him before turning to Timebite and back to Harry. "Timebite you may go". With a bow, he left and left Harry alone with Ragnarok, and about a hundred or so guards too. "I was told you didn't take looking at the vaults very well". All Harry did was giving a sad half smile at the goblin, thought he was a client to them it was still nice being worried over, "No sir I didn't but I think it was just the piling of everything that's been going on. With the Tri-wizard tournament, major headaches, and….."

Harry stopped speaking and gave himself a minor thought. A dawning expression showed itself upon Harry's face. "Sir is it possible to ask to be scanned?". Ragnarok sat back in his seat, tapping his long fingernail on top of the desk looking at Harry, "Why would you want that Mr. Potter ?". His face seemed honestly concerned, but wasn't sure if he was right or not. "I was told by a reliable source that I should ask for the goblins to scan me. As to why, I don't know, but as my source asked me to I thought i'd do it". It wasn't a lie, though he didn't trust Whitey the snake, he trusted Luna, and if Luna said so, he had to listen to the snake. Even if he didn't like it, which he most certaintly didn't.

"We have three types of scans; mind, body, and thorough. The first two are decently priced but the last is expensive". As hearing this Harry shook his head. "Price doesn't matter, I'll assume the titles are straight forward. How long till the thorough scan is prepared?". Taking upon a thoughtful look, Ragnarok took a minute to think before answering, "Roughly a month or so, it could be sooner but chances are it won't be." Harry just nodded at this. It was to be expected. Thinking about the damage to his mindscape, he thought it wouldn't hurt to ask another question. "Is there any ways for instant help with the mind?"

Harry was sure that he was giving him a concerned look, "There is, for… forty-nine galleons, eleven sickles, and two knuts. We can give you a potion that allows you, for twenty-four hours, to fix your own mind. It works against Obliviated memories, foggy thoughts, and any spell that affects the mind. The catch is you have to be proficient in Occlumency for it to work.". Harry smiled at Ragnarok. "Thank you, can you give it to me now? And you can take the price amount out of my vault. Send me a message when the date for the scanning is finalized". A nod later, the deal was done. The potion was in his hand within a minute.

"I'm going to portkey you back to Hogwarts now Mr. Potter. Please, send your owl if you need anything. If we need to contact you, we will". Harry looked at Ragnarok, a funny look on his face. "Portkey into Hogwarts? Isn't that impossible?". The goblin just looked at Harry. "Didn't you just portkey from Hogwarts?". Harry shook his head, "No sir, Leaky Cauldron, ince I thought it wouldn't have worked at Hogwarts".

Sighing the goblin looked at Harry. "Mr. Potter, the coin we gave you will allow it. It is secure enough, so it has been given permission to pass the school wards. With the portkey keyed only for you, no one can use it to sneak in to either Hogwarts or Gringotts. And with it being keyed to a certain time and a certain date, it can't be used any ways without the goblins knowing." With that small lecture over with the goblin tapped the blood red coin and handed it to Harry. "Have a safe trip Mr. Potter, and may gold forever flourish within your vaults".

Before the pull, he saw Ragnarok bow.

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Headmistresses Office, November 21

Being thrown, unceremoniously again, upon the ground, Harry groaned. "Why do portkeys hate me so much?", he whimpered out as he got up. Looking around, he saw Mcgonagall looking over students parchment. "You!". He pointed an accusing finger at her. "You knew that the portkey coin would work at Hogwarts. Why didn't you tell me professor?". He said the last part with a hurtful expression.

With a calmful expression, she corrected the last of the parchment in front of him, put down her quill and with hidden smirk on her face, Mcgonagall responded. "Because you didn't ask. You just assumed it, Mr. Potter". Harry dropped his jaw. 'Did McGonagall just inadvertently prank me?' he thought. He studiously denied it and swept the idea under the rug to never be thought of again.

Looking out of the window, he saw it was night out, so he had roughly been out for twelve hours or so. "Did I miss dinner?". With a shake at the head from the professor, he thought about going down to eat with Ron and Hermione but instead excused himself saying he'll just wait till morning and headed towards his dorm room.

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Gryffindor Dorm Rooms, November 21

Making it to his bed, he unlocked his truck and shoved the letters and potions bottle into it and shut it. Looking around for any signs of life, and finding none, he took his wand out and cast three different locking charms, a sticking charm, and a stinging lingering charm. The last one made anyone, besides the caster, who touched the item the charm was attached to feel an extremely stabbing pain in the hands. Extremely by Harry standards. With those securities placed, he went to bed knowing that tomorrow was going to be a very long and tiring day.

A/N2: I just thought of this and was wondering if you readers would want a little treat for staying with me this long. I was thinking of making a current events timeline which would be uploaded as chap8.5. I wouldn't be spilling out new information but giving out the current events that have so far been told and putting it in simple date form so that you can keep track of some things or could go to it for conformation.

Same thing for Harry's mindscape. I would explain in more detail, but again not giving out information that hasn't been told. I would just be able to make a better picture for you guys to image. This one would be titled chap9.5 or 10.5

If I do this I would keep updating it which means the timeline wouldn't stay 8.5 forever, when updating it I would change it to the closest .5 chapter that I would update to next. Same thing goes for Harry's mindscape to, I would add information with more information the story itself shares.

If you want this done I would need at least 50 votes of yes in order to do it. When this chapter uploads I am going to make the poll for you all to vote all. This poll will only be on for at most two weeks.