Wow! What an amazing response for the intro, more than I ever expected! Thank you to everyone who reviewed or added this story to their watch, it reminded me instantly why I love the world of fanfiction and made me want to do nothing more than pick up my laptop and start writing again. One more short intro and then onto the story proper, with longer chapters and more of an actual story taking place. Dependant on reviews as always, the next chapter will be posted in 24 hours time, as it is already written and waiting to go. This chapter was supposed to go up last night, but pregnancy knocked me out at 9pm and I forgot to post! Thank you again!

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Chapter One:

It had been a whole long week since Harry got the letter from Gringotts mentioning his parents Will, and since that day he had done very little other than pace around his bedroom and think, trying to make sense of what he had read. He was slowly coming to terms with the idea that his parents had left a Will, but he still couldn't seem to accept how he didn't know what was contained in it. Surely that should have been the first thing that Dumbledore told him about once he joined the magical world, surely if there was a Will written then he should own more of his parents possessions, or know people who did. He had never really questioned the lack of belongings before, assuming that everything his family owned had been destroyed the night his parents died, but now even that was being brought into question. After all, now logic was applied to the situation it would make sense that anyone going into hiding would put a lot of their most prized possessions into storage, just in case. It was only a few hours until Harrys arranged meeting with the goblins and he was slightly aprehensive about what he would find out, and about the travel arrangements that had been made to transport him to London. The return note had only stated that there were arrangements in place for his situation and to be ready and in his room at 2pm on the afternoon before his 16th birthday, whereby the arranged transport would collect him and deliver him to the bank.

Knowing there was very little he could really do but wait Harry was spending the last few hours before his meeting pooring over his school books, not because of any great need to study but because it was at least taking his mind off the thoughts and questions running around his head. There was so much he needed to know answers to, even the slight hints in his first correspondence had proved that to him, and now it was all he could do not to write endless letters to anyone he could think of asking for information. This might not be the right idea though, his mind had rationalised, as yet another letter found itself balled up and threw into the corner much to the disgust and irritation of Hedwig. The poor owl was getting overly frustrated stuck at Privet Drive for the summer again and the endless promise of work then thrown away was just serving to aggravate the situation. Since receiving his first letter from Gringots a week before Harry hadn't even felt capable of writing a sendable letter to Ron or Hermione for fears of giving away too much information, too many of his questions slipping through the cracks. Ron, he knew, wouldn't pick up on anything even if he said it almost straight out, but there was always the risk that the twins might steal his post for a joke and notice something was wrong. There was also the large chance that if he mentioned a meeting with the Goblins Ron would mention it straight away to his mother as a way of getting a day away from the Burrow to meet him in London. Given his questions about his parents Will and the fact that both of Ron's parents were huge supporters of Dumbledore there was no questions that this would get back to people he didn't want to know just yet. Hermione posed the opposite problem; as much as Ron was unaware and unassuming she was almost sure to analyze anything he sent in extreme detail, talking to pieces every single word on the offchance of finding some hint of how he was feeling or what she perceived as something wrong. No, he had decided after a few tries, there was no point writing to his two best friends right now, not until he had managed to get things more settled in his mind and had at least some of his questions answered. The last thing he wanted right now, as he was so close to finding out some real things about his heritage, was for Dumbledore or the Order to step in and offer to accompany him, a blatant attempt at babysitting and directing his questions in a way that continued to keep him in the dark.

Questions were one thing the young boy had a lot of, he thought wearily as he put aside his school books realizing it was a fruitless exercise and instead turning to another of the scraps of parchment scattered across his messy desk. Yes, he though, scanning through the scribbled list in front of him, there were definitely a lot of questions he needed answers to, whether the Goblins were able to provide them or not. Top of course was something that shouldn't even have needed to be a question, the matter of his parents Will; what had he been left, what had been left to others, who's responsibility was it to make sure the Will was carried out, and who had got in the way of him receiving his rightful inheritance. Second, though he admitted it didn't seem that important given all his other questions, was the other matter mentioned in the letter from the Bank, the discrepancies in his accounts. Somehow that in itself was enough to really make him question a lot about the people he trusted, because noone was supposed to have access to his accounts other than himself. Who had been in possession of his key before it got given to him on his 11th birthday, and who out of the people he had trusted to withdraw money for him had been taking advantage of that. Would currency removals on his behalf even count as discrepancies, or would they just be set down to standard banking transactions? There were also a lot of questions he didn't think the Goblins would be able to answer, but hopefully by what he could learn from them he could begin to answer for himself, for example who could he trust, what were Dumbledores real motives and why had he been left living with the Dursleys for so long. Why wasn't he receiving his mail from Gringots and where was his post going if it wasn't landing in his possession. He was also wondering after a week of nothing else to occupy his mind just what he could do to stop these things happening again, how could he make sure he was safe himself and also that his friends were safe too. His next actions, he realized, would really have to depend on what this head banker he was due to meet had to say for himself, on what was contained in his parents Will and on what he could do himself without the ability to cast magic outside school. He didn't doubt that if anyone realized what knowledge he had gained then he would need to have ways to protect himself, which also brought up the questions of mind magics. It was pretty clear that his occulmency lessons had been a complete failur to date but if he was to possess information that had been deliberatly denied to him then he would need to really master the art. After all, it was only a matter of time before either Dumbledore or Snape attempted to break into his mind again and discovered instantly what he knew. Harry felt guilty for questioning Dumbledore so much without real proof, but honestly he thought, who else could have put all these things to rights? Who else had been conveniently there when he had questions in the past, to steer his queeries away from what he really wanted to know and onto mundane matters, or to push him in a completely different direction. The prophesy, still a sore point in the young boys mind, was a clear point to prove how much Dumbledore liked to keep from him, and something that he kept going back to even with the thoughts of his meeting and everything else running round in his head. Looking half heartedly at the battered old wristwatch he has salvaged from his cousin Dudley and repaired with magic, he sighed in defeat. Still another hour and a half to wait, and nothing to do in that time but keep listening to the thoughts running around and around in his mind, steadily driving him closer and closer to insanity.

Okay so this first chapter didn't say much, more just introduced the idea that Harry is discontent with things and is beginning to question a lot about what is going on around him, about who he can trust and the way his friends really behave. I know nothing really happened but this was important as this is really more of a second intro than an actual first chapter and it shows more of what I want Harry to become, which sort of direction I plan to take his character in, while still setting the start for the rest of the story to come. The next chapter is going to be the meeting with Gringots where Harry first hears his parents Will, and begins to find out a bit about the manipulations which have been going on around him. It will also begin to show Dumbledore in a negative light rather than just in the first signs of questioning from Harrys part as portrayed so far. Hopefully anyone who's stuck by me this long will continue to do so, and are looking forward to the rest of this story as much as I'm looking forward to writing it.