AN: 1/5/2015: I was just made aware that there may be a few triggers in this chapter for people with sensitivity to shot, needles, vaccinations, mentions of medical treatment and eluded to previous child abuse.

6/9/2015: another edit by dianemalfoy. Also I don't know why but AO3 removes the tab at the beginning of each paragraph on some chapters so I'll be adding an extra space to separate them

AN: This is one of the first fics I very started. But I always thought it was the worst I ever wrote. I am floored by the response to this.

Stupid fanfic deletes all my page breaks, Grrr So I must change them

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Harry wondered the stalls for a while, picking up a few things for his friends. The "Big Book of Big Books, Pocket Edition" for Hermione. A Chudley Cannons hoody and tee shirt. Invisible ink for the twins. A large book full of knitting patterns for Mrs. Weasley. And a completely NON-magical journal for Ginny.

That was when he saw a store right next to Alice's. It was called Non-Magical Wares. Inside was like the magical version of Walmart. There was a bit of everything. From non-magical groceries of all different cultures, to electronics guaranteed to work in even highly magical places. 'I am definitely coming back here.' He thought looking at the spiral notebooks. He didn't like using parchment for notes, even if he had to use it for assignments.

Here Harry picked up a set of "How It Works" books for Mr. Weasley. Some were the non-magical versions, but there were two that explained the differences between the non-magical and the magical ones. One covering the Wizarding side the other the Magical side.

Harry stayed wandering for a while before calling for Dobby. He asked the elf what time it was and to also return all the stuff he got to his room. Dobby told him it was ten. Harry decided to spend the rest of his time at the library. On the way there, he picked up a watch so he wouldn't need to keep calling Dobby for the time.

Vivliothìkì was a large building on the right side of Gringotts. Harry was in awe of the knowledge contained within. Inside there had to be at least 3 times as many books as there were in the Hogwarts library. There was row upon row of them. The entrance though was large and open with a 5 meter statue of Athena. Harry only knew her from his history books. She had a large tome in one hand, a spear in the other, and an owl on her shoulder; showing she was both a goddess of wisdom and war.

Behind the impressive statue was a round desk where an older woman with scaly purple skin sat. Harry walked over to her, long over being shocked at any strange creatures. "Can I help you?" She asked and the hiss he expected to hear wasn't there.

"Yes ma'am. Can I check out books to read later?"

"Yes you may. You can take 3 books at a time. After 7 days, the books will vanish back to their proper shelf. When you want to take a book simply set the book on one of these pads." She motioned to several black squares on the desk. "If it glows blue the book is yours for the week. If it glows red then the book is one of the rare collections and cannot be taken out."

"Thank you. Can you point me toward the books on contracts and Drakes?"

"All books about Creatures or Beings are on the second floor. The Dragon and Dragon Kin section is on the right at the top of the stairs. Drakes will be in that section, there should be labels to guide you. All books on the various types of contracts are found between the British Law and the Traditions and Edict sections. That is on this floor to the right and behind the International Law section. If you need help with anything simply push your magic into any carving of a caduceus and someone will be right with you."

"Ma'am, how do I 'push' my magic into something?"

"Do you have a wand?" She asked, Harry nodded. "Place your wand tip on the caduceus. If you want to learn how to do so without a wand, books on wand-less magic are on the left side of the third floor behind the rune sections." She explained

Harry smiled and thanked her for her help. He headed to the law section first, and found a lot of books on laws and edict. 'That is another class I want to ask the Goblins about. If I'm going to be a Lord, I need to know how.' He ended up with a book on basic laws, which included a large section on contracts, and was simple enough to follow without a law degree. And one explaining how the Houses work, the different types of Lords and how the Houses came to be. He moved on to the Drake books. Harry found a basic book on Drakes there, he was just about to go looking for a place to sit and start one of his books when he looked at his watch and noticed it was 10:45. Harry then checked out the books and headed to the bank.

He walked up to the first available teller. "I have an appointment with the healers."

"Name?"

"Harricius Potter"

"You're early. Have a seat and I will inform the healer." Harry did so opening the law book to read while he waited. He was over 1/3 done by the time a goblin he didn't know came to take him to Ironfang.

He was led deep into the bowels of the bank. They turned down a corridor lined with door ways that had various healers' names on them. Some had curtains drawn over the doors and window and others did not. The open rooms were empty and looked a lot like a non-magical doctor's office, plain, monochromatic, and sterile. Harry was left in one such room. As the goblin that escorted him left, he pulled the curtain together and told Harry the healer would be with him shortly.

Harry had barely sat down on the gurney like bed, when an older looking Goblin, in a white lab coat entered from the door on the opposite side of the office from the one Harry used. "Harricius?" Harry nodded. "I am Master Healer Ironfang. I will begin with a full body scan and we'll go from there."

Harry nodded. This goblin seemed to not be much on pleasantries, but he wasn't rude or condescending either. The goblin began waving his hand or pointing just his pointer finger like Harry would a wand, while mumbling what he assumed to be spells in the goblin tongue. The longer he cast the spells, the angrier he seem to get. Finally, when he was finished, he stepped back with a fierce look on his face. "How are you still alive?" He said in an awed voice but he also looked sickened.

Harry looked at him confused, honestly not understanding. "What do you mean?"

(Warning: Mentions of medical treatment and illusions to past abuse begin here)

He just looked at the boy. "You have been beaten, starved, had several broken bones that have not healed properly and all the bones in one arm vanished and regrown improperly. That is not including the dark taint in your scar and Basilisk venom in your veins. I would like to know how you survived."

Harry blushed bright red. "I don't know." He said looking away embarrassed. Unbeknownst to him, his humility and quiet strength was endearing to the goblin. Ironfang was known for his harsh attitude and gruff disposition, but he found himself liking this boy. There was just something about Harricius John Potter that made him want to smirk.

With a small smirk, he said. "Some of it can be attributed to your Drake, they are notoriously resilient and hard to kill. The rest I guess is just dumb luck. Now, along with everything else, you have some blocks that were placed on your magic as a child that need to be removed. I will see if there is an opening to remove the taint and blocks." Ironfang said before leaving the room.

"Taint." Harry said touching his scar. 'Must have some connection to whatever Voldemort did to me as a child.' He thought.

It wasn't long till Ironfang returned. "They can do the procedure in a few minutes, but it is painful and you will likely throw up anything you have eaten today."

Harry made a small face. "That's fine. Let's do it. I don't want any kind of taint in my body."

Ironfang smirked, again. "You will be exhausted after, so I will give you your vaccines and explain the potions regiment now." He pulled over a tray full of needles. Harry didn't even flinch, what was a needle compared to a Basilisk fang through the arm? "This is the booster you should have gotten when you were 2." He told him injecting a small needle into his arm. "This is your Dragon Pox vaccine. It's going to hurt." Harry hissed at the burning fire that was the shot. It was like alcohol on an open wound. "You are a Drake and therefore one of the Dragon kind. Dragon Pox is less deadly to you but that means you can be a carrier, spreading this deadly, incurable disease." Harry nodded, 'didn't make it hurt less' He thought.

"This is a vaccine cocktail that covers several diseases that can be contracted through the International Floo system and are more common in the rest of Europe."

Harry spoke after the shot was given in his thigh. "You can get sick using the Floo?"

"Oh yes. When a person floos, small bits of their magic rub off. Like leaving a finger print on glass. If they are sick the next person to use that floo entrance or exit can pick up the illness from the magical residue. This is the last one. It's a potent mix of vitamins that will boost your immune system and help the potions be more effective." He told the preteen while sticking him again.

Now that Harry felt like a human pin cushion, Ironfang was done. "Thank you very much. For seeing me and helping me. You are not nearly as mean or cruel as wizards make you out to be. Though I think you find humor in screwing with wizards and make most of their lives more difficult."

Ironfang actually chuckled. "Well Harricius, we goblins are pretty simple. We treat others as they treat us. Come in polite and courteous as you have and we will treat you the same. Come in as though we are your slaves and we treat you like dragon dung. Now, this case has your potions." He handed Harry a leather bag. "There are 15 doses. The blue is taken at night before you go to bed. The other 3 are taken right before you eat breakfast. This one will help to counteract the ill effects of the badly set bones and the improperly regrown ones. This is to help reduce the scarring you currently have. It isn't a miracle cure to remove all the hurts, but it will diminish them and remove the lighter ones. The final one is for growth. It will help counteract your stunted growth. That will make the transformation you will have soon go smoother. All 3 will make you very hungry. You should eat 3 large meals and have 2 snacks a day to help the potions along." Harry nodded. He was beginning to think the goblins loved to give him information overloads. "But you should limit candy and junk food. If you have to have something sweet, eat fruit instead."

"They should be ready for you now." Ironfang said after a pause to let Harry absorb his information. They left the room through the back door. Ironfang led him down several passages before they came in to a large room that looked like it would be more at home in a church of some kind. It was round and covered in stone. The walls and floor were covered in markings that were so expertly done, they looked like artwork. In the center of the room was a circular stone table. "You need to be completely undressed." Ironfang said.

Harry was embarrassed but he did as he was told and then had to lay on his back on the table. Once he was on properly; flat on his back, arms at his side, palms down, another door opened. In came 7 goblins in robes, obviously some kind of priests or something. They surrounded the table just over an arm's length from one another.

Without any introduction or warning, they all started chanting in goblin as one. The chant went on and on, rising and falling like waves. Harry began to feel the magic. It rose and rose in the air. Then the chant changed and he felt a spike of pain in his scar. The chant now rose winding higher and higher and as it did, the pain worsened. By the crescendo, Harry was writhing and screaming in pain. It was a miracle, or magic, that he hadn't thrown himself off the table with his trashing. But when it did reach the peak, it seemed like there was a terrible explosion. His infamous scar split like the Red Sea, out gushed black liquor and out steamed a black mist.

Had he been conscious after the mist left him, Harry would have heard the rapid change in chants and the panic in the chanters' voices. They had not expected to find a living Horcrux container, such a thing was unheard of. Their new chant created an orb of pure white light that began drawing the smoke in. The thing resisted but was consumed. The orb fell into one of the goblin's hands and was quickly taken for proper disposal at once. Proper disposal being, taking it to the dragon pits and burned. Nothing in existence, even Mithril could withstand dragon fire.

The chanters took a break and Harry began to wake by the time they resumed. The chants this time were an endless loop that didn't seem to rise. Instead, they seemed to be pulling on something. Every time the chant would start over, there was something tightening. Harry had trouble describing the feelings in his own body. But soon it reached a point where the tightness was painful. Not near what it was earlier, but it still hurt. Then, just as the pain became sharp, there was a snap. Like you had pulled a rubber band too far and it broke under the pressure. In the wake of the snap, Harry felt like a small dam had been burst and there was a wave of energy that surged through him. Once his magic settled again, he noticed that the goblins hadn't stopped the endless chant and that there was another thing tightening within him.

The cycle of tighten, snap and flood repeated 4 times. After the fourth, there was a great flood. Harry's body glowed for a moment before it was overwhelmed and he passed out.

(Warning over)

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When Harry next woke, he was back in Ironfang's office fully clothed. He was stiff and sore, but he sat up with a groan.

"Are you awake?" Ironfang asked.

"I don't know." Harry whined.

Ironfang chuckled. "How do you feel?"

"Weak. My head is killing me." His stomach gave a loud rumble. "And I am starving." He rubbed his head and belly. "What did you find?"

"First, drink these and eat while I talk." He pushed a tray over to Harry. It was very good food and the 3 potions were nowhere near as vile as the ones at Hogwarts.

"I'm not surprised your head hurts. It's a miracle you survived. We didn't realize that the dark magic in your scar was a Horcrux." Harry looked confused. "That's a foul piece of Death Magic and highly illegal. A Horcrux is a piece of your soul which is cleaved off using a ritual that involves killing an innocent person. The soul piece is then placed into a container. If I had to guess, I would say killing your mother split the soul. How it attached to you and how there was a magical explosion we still don't know."

"I had a piece of Voldemort's soul in my head? What the Hell?" He shouted. "Is he insane, you don't go around chopping up your soul that's nuts. Why would anyone do that?"

"Most believe it will make you immortal. But it won't. You can't be killed so long as such a container is preserved, but you will still age and die. The ancient Egyptians first crafted them. Our research there has shown that some of the decorative pieces in the tomes were actually horcruxes, the dark magic lingers even after their souls are gone."

Ironfang stopped there. You could see the wheels turning in Harry's mind. "I bet he made more of these things. And I would also bet that diary was one of them. If I can get it back, will you check for me?"

"What diary?" He asked curious

"It didn't look like much, but it possessed one of my friends and was draining her life away. I stabbed it with a basilisk fang. It poured black ooze and screamed like you wouldn't believe."

Ironfang blinked. "Where did you get the basilisk fang?"

"From the basilisk that Riddle set on me. I killed it with the sword of Gryffindor, which I pulled out of the sorting hat."

The goblin was silent, just looking at his charge. The boy didn't have any idea how lucky, or skilled, he was to still be alive. Looking at all the other injuries, most pointing to abuse, he was leaning toward both. "You should inform Trilok about the basilisk. They are very valuable and if you killed it, then it is yours. You should also mention the sword. I don't know much about the Gryffindor line but you may be able to become the lord."

"Oh no thank you. I think the Potter family will be enough trouble without even adding on the others. I don't need any more. But I will tell him when we meet on the 13th." Harry took another bite before speaking again. "So that was the first part, what was the second?"

"That was the breaking of magical bonds. There were 4 bonds in total."

"Do you know who did that and why?" He asked wondering if whoever left him with the Dursley's wanted him weak and ignorant. While he didn't want to handle all this lord stuff, someone should have let him know or been teaching him.

"The first was a standard bond placed on children that exhibit magic very young. It is done to prevent accidental magical exhaustion. The second was added not long after and was also to block your power. It's the standard charm placed on children that break through the first one and still preform magic very young. We have the healer's records where both were done professionally, at your parents orders.

The third and fourth we are unable to identify who placed them but we do have a guess. We think they were a side effect of the horcrux. One was suppressing and attacking your mind, hence the headache. The other was leaching magic from your core. Most likely sending some to Voldemort and the rest being used by the horcrux to keep your body from fighting it."

"So my parents bound my magic because it was really strong as a kid and part of Riddle's soul was binding the rest? I do feel like there has been a weight taken off. Like I can breathe easier. I hope that I don't have nightmares like I did before. I think I'm going to go rest now. I'm still very tired."

"You go ahead. Don't forget your things. And have Trilok set up a follow up appointment when you meet him."

"I will. Thank you for everything. Please thank the other goblins that helped for me too. I feel like I owe you and Trilok more than just your fees. You have both been so patient and informative, and I will not forget it." Harry stood and collected his things. He reached up to push up his glasses and realized they weren't there. "My glasses are gone. But I can see perfectly." He gave a huge grin and hugged his healer. Shocking Ironfang. "I do owe you. Anything you or any of the others that helped me want or need you have but to ask. I hope all your endeavors bring you joy and prosperity" Harry said with a bow.

"May your enemies be few and your treasures many." Ironfang replied. "Have a good day Harricius."

Harry left the bank with a big smile on his face. He headed straight back to the hotel and crashed just like yesterday. Meanwhile, Ironfang rushed off to a goblin meeting.

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AN: Ok I'm happy when this stopped. I've been trying to get this typed but the real world hate me and I haven't had a chance.

The Dursley's are evil, not quite Moldy Shorts evil but they would if they could. I see Harry's life with them being a much toned down version of a Jewish child living with an Aryan family in WWII Germany. It sucked and they mentally, physically and psychologically tortured him for 10 years. So Harry is very sarcastic in his mind, but doesn't say much. He may also come off as bipolar or split personality due to one moment being powerful and awe inspiring and the next childish and full of wonder. This is due to them. Most of the time he doesn't realize he is in awe mode.

Along the same lines the wizards did NOT endear themselves to Harry. They swarmed an emotionally crippled boy when he first arrived. The only people to treat him right and normal are those that aren't. Hagrid the half giant, goblins, Hedwig, Dobby. All not human. Harry has no reason to love humans because they have done diddly squat for him. And soon he won't even be one.

Sorry for the rant but there is more.

I was asked to not make this a Harry X multi. Sorry readers but it will be. The way I have British (and maybe worldwide) magical law worked out, all the ancient houses need a bearer. Harry doesn't have to marry them all right away like with Theo but eventually. If Harry were a bearer he would technically fill that clause but he isn't