Author's Note!!

* I am sorry that this chapter came late. My kids and I have been sick. This is a continuation of the last chapter. We are still at Gringotts. STILL finding out more and more things have gone wrong! Poor Harry. The beginning of chapter 7 will wrap up our Gringotts meeting though so don't worry! That will be over soon, and we'll start seeing some action. Until then enjoy! *

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Borgod waited in his office for Sirius and Harry to finish their meeting with Ted and Amelia. Upon their return they assured Borgod that they would prefer to complete the rest of their task now instead of returning for an additional meeting at a later date. Harry questioned Sirius about what they will tell the Order, because surely, they will realize that they were gone so long. Sirius told him plainly that he will tell them the truth. That he was securing his freedom and Lordship, the rest was not their business.

Borgod produced the account ledger for the Potter vaults. "Looking through the Potter ledger, I have found some… concerning, if not suspicious, transactions. Lord Potter, could you tell me how many times you have accessed your vaults?" Harry narrowed his eyes, "Once a year, directly before each school term. Four times."

Borgod nodded, "Beginning in November of 1981, Albus Dumbledore withdrew 400 galleons a month, which were converted into muggle currency, before being transferred into a muggle bank account under the name Dursely, Vernon. Roughly 100 galleons a month were transferred from the main Potter vaults to an account in Switzerland, to then which were received by a vault here under the name Dumbledore, Albus. Molly Weasley nee Prewett withdrew 30 galleons a month, starting in August of 1991 to present date. The goblin who issues these unlawful transactions will be subjected to a trial by our king. Do you, Lord Potter, wish to take further action upon the accused?"

Harry sat with his fist clenched in his lap, sparks flying from his hair. "I— for now let's add it to the other evidence. I'm afraid that we will end up finding more… Would it be possible though to produce new keys and change the locks? I—I never had my key. On my first visit Hagrid had it. I'm guessing he returned it to Dumbledore. I'm sure Dumbledore also gave Mrs. Weasley hers. I never did."

Borgod nodded, "As you wish Lord Potter. That seems to be the only issues… financially speaking. Of course, until a full inquiry of the contents of your heirloom vault is complete, we cannot be too sure. I need not remind you that theft is taken as the highest offence to goblins, along with mistreatment of a child. Punishable by death. As you have claimed your Lordship, you have access to all Potter properties and the wards surrounding." Borgod handed Harry the list of properties that included brief descriptions.

"There is of course, the Potter cottage in Godrics Hollow," Sirius and Harry paled. Borgod nodded sympathetically, "The Potter manor in Caithness, Scottland. The hunting cabin in Wiltshire. The villa in France… As you can see, many options await." Harry looked to his godfather. "What do you think Sirius?" Sirius shrugged, "Well pup, I haven't been to Potter manor since Ma and Pops died… but you'll be able to get through the blood wards to the wardstone and ward book. It can be made unplottable. The cottage is in ruins, since—The hunting cabin is too close to bloody Malfoy for comfort. France… hmm, France could make a good safe house. Just in case. Just call one of the house elves listed under the manor and asked them about the state of it."

Harry frowned at the paper before calling out tentatively "Tilly?" A small house elf with large watery blue eyes and a lavender colored tea towel appeared. "Master Harry! Master Sirius!" The elf squealed in delight. Sirius hugged the elf tightly, "Oh Tilly!" Tilly smacked Sirius on the side of the head who immediately recoiled, rubbing the injured area. "Master Sirius is a bad dog! Very bad dog! He and Master Wolfie have not seen Tilly in a long time!"

Sirius paled, "Tilly… you know… James and Lily…" Tilly bowed her head and spoke softly, "Tilly knows, she does. Tilly felt the bound snap… Poor Master James and Mistress Lily." Harry kneeled before Tilly and gently clasped her small hands in his. "Tilly, I promise we will tell you everything soon. I am Lord Potter now, and I would be grateful if you could tell me the condition of the Potter Manor. We are in need of a safe home to live in."

Tilly perked up, bouncing excitedly. "Manor is spotless just like Mistress Dorea liked! Tilly was a good elf and kept the manor prefect!" Harry smiled widely and the happy elf, "That's great Tilly! You are a great elf. Would you mind taking my elf Dobby with you so he may see the manor? He's my friend." Tilly frowned and tears rimmed her eyes, "Tilly is not needed?" Harry shook his head quickly, "No, no Tilly! Dobby had very bad master who hurt him, so I saved him. I wish for you and Dobby to be friends… family to me and my family, together." Tilly smiled finally, "Of course Master Harry. Tilly help Dobby!"

Harry sighed in relief that he did not hurt the poor elf's feelings. "Dobby?" Dobby popped in and bounced around, "The Great Harry Potter called for Dobby?" Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, "Dobby, just call me Harry or Master Harry if you must. This is Tilly, a Potter elf. She is going to show you Potter Manor. Would you like that?" Dobby smiled and grabbed Tilly's outstretched hand "Oh yes Master Harry sir! Dobby would like that!" Harry waved a hand, "Have fun you lot." And the elves popped away.

Harry retook his seat beside his godfather who asked, "Borgod, would Gringotts be able to perform in-depth health scans on Harry and I? Check for potions, spells, dark magic, health issues, the like?" Borgod snapped his fingers and spoke to the guard in gobbledygook, "Of course Lord Black. Steal-Weather is our goblin healer. We can also call in a Wix healer that we keep under contract?" Sirius narrowed his eyes, "Who is this healer?" Borgod smiled showing his dagger-like teeth, "Why Healer Tonks from St. Mungos, Curse specialist." Sirius barked a laugh, "Andromeda Tonks?" Borgod dipped his head, "Yes Lord Black." Sirius smiled as Harry asked, "Andromeda? Is that your cousin? Ted's wife, right?" Sirius replied joyfully, "Yeah pup. That's Andi. My favorite cousin. She'll keep everything under wraps."

Harry nodded his assent and awaited the healers. Just then he heard an enraged voice, "Sirius Orion Black! I should skin you alive!" Sirius jumped from his seat; hands held out in a plea for mercy as the angry woman stalked forward. "Now, now Andi! Just wait a minute!" Harry stepped in front of Sirius and bowed his head to Andromeda, "Madam." Andromeda immediately calmed and gave Harry a small grin. "Oh! You must be Harry!" Harry smiled, "Yes, hello Madam Tonks. I promise you; Sirius is innocent. In fact, we just came from a meeting with your husband, compiling evidence. Sirius will finally receive a trial." Andromeda swung her head to look at a cowering Sirius with wide eyes. "You didn't receive a trial?!" Sirius growled, "No! Fucking Pettigrew set me up and Dumbledore knew it! Left me to rot, he did!" Andromeda's eyes flared in anger, but she spoke calmly. "Pettigrew? Is he not dead?" Sirius drove his hands hastily through his hair, wrenching on the roots as he paced, "No, the bastard is alive! Faked his own murder after selling out Jamie and Lils! Then, we catch him, he escaped back to his damn master before using my godson, his friend's son in ritual to give Volde-shit a body back!"

Harry rushed to Sirius and held him in a tight hug murmuring assurance that they'd get him this time and that he was going to be free. Sirius calmed down and hugged Andromeda tightly until the goblin healer entered and Sirius and Harry bowed. "I am Steal-weather Lord Potter, Lord Black. I see you have met Healer Tonks. Great; We will start with Lord Potter. We will perform an in-depth diagnostic. It will check for potions, spells, glamours, anything foreign. Any healing required will take place once the exam is completed. Let us head to the ritual room."

Sirius, Harry, Healer Tonks, and Healer Steal-weather entered a stone room lined with torches that had a large stone slab in the middle. An exam table, Harry guessed. Steal-weather directed Harry to a partition and instructed him to remove all clothing including his glasses, but he could leave his undershorts on, before putting on the ritual robe. Harry undressed quickly and changed into the robe. Stumbling out, due to his lack of glasses, requested help from Sirius who led him to the table. Andromeda and Steal-weather being chanting and preforming a series of spells on Harry. Bright lights shone through the room as what Harry guessed were ruins, blurred by his bad eyesight, hung above his body.

Andromeda gasped while Steal-weather looked troubled, "Oh my…" Sirius rushed forward, panicking. "What?! What is it?! Andi!" Steal-weather continued to read the charts while speaking aloud, "Am I correct in assuming Lord Potter has been abused as a child?" Harry flinched and stammered incoherently. Sirius piped in, "You mean the recent injuries? Cracked and broken ribs, punctured lung, bruising, slight internal bleeding, uhhh concussion I believe?" Harry begun sweating heavily and had a slight tremor of fear. "Lord Potter…" Andromeda prompted. Harry swallowed, "Just get one with it." Steal-weathered nodded and looked to Sirius sternly, "There are some I believe date back to at least 13 years… Most seem to be prior to age elven." Sirius frowned and turned to Harry, "Harry—" But Harry cut him off quickly, "It's not that bad!" Andromeda began, "Lord Pott—" Harry snapped, "I said it's nothing! What else?"

Andromeda looked to Sirius wide-eyed before clearing her throat, "—Well, it seems you have a compulsion spell on you. Designed to make you rasher in decision making. Potentially putting you in life threatening situations without properly thinking through the consequences of your actions. Extreme bravery potentially? A tracking spell… both show the magical signature of Albus Dumbledore. Loyalty potion keyed to Albus Dumbledore and Molly, Ronald, and Ginerva Weasley… Some sort of glamour charm, a bind on your magic that leaves you with roughly 50% percent of your magic—"

Sirius interrupted, "Wait, I've seen Harry perform magic. He's very powerful. Are you certain?" Steal-weather nodded, "Yes Lord Black. In fact, his magical core is extremely large for his age. I dare say it is as large if not larger than someone as powerful as Albus Dumbledore. At half capacity, he is much more powerful than a normal 15 year old." Steal-weather narrowed her eyes at the chart above Harry's head and began murmuring a spell, "I'm sensing great dark magic."

Sirius paled and Andromeda spoke up, "Yes I agree Healer Steal-weather. I've never seen anything like it." Steal-weather turned to Borgod who guarded the doors. "Borgod, I believe we are in need of Cursebreaker Weasley." Borgod nodded and swiftly left the room, returning minutes later with Bill Weasley in tow. Bill widened his eyes at the sight of Harry and Sirius but got to work, preforming diagnostic charms of his own. "I've only seen something like this one time. I was with a team in Egypt in an old tomb. We kept hearing this awful screeching noise. Everyone was irrationally angry. Thinking the worst of our team members. They figured out that one of the trinkets contained a piece of soul in it. Our supervisor made us all leave the tomb and he cast Fiendfyre in the tomb before sealing it shut. A blood-piercing scream rang through before a black smoke cloud rolled out of the tomb and dissipated. The soul piece was gone. When I asked my boss about it later, he said it was one of the most foul and darkest forms of magic. A horcrux. A piece of split soul…"

Harry sat up quickly, shaking his head. "No. NO! There's no way there's a fucking piece of that monster in my bloody head! Fucking Voldemort is in my head! Get it out! Get. It. OUT!" Harry spat, breathing heavily. Sirius and Bill tried to soothe Harry, but he continued to panic before Steal-weather spoke up, "I believe there is a ritual we could perform. Yes, hmmm… We would need a ritual circle to remove the bond on your magic anyways…" Sirius turned to Steal-weather, "Potter manor has a ritual circle." Steal-weather nodded, pleased. "That could work. Thank you Cursebreaker Weasley. I will contact you regarding the ritual in a few days time." Bill nodded his assent and gave Harry another hug before leaving the room.

Andromeda attempted to smooth Harry's hair down and coax him back on the bed. "Let's remove your glamour, the potions, the spells, and then heal your malnourishment. If you'd like I can heal your eyesight too." Harry gaped, "I wouldn't need glasses?!" Andromeda smiled brightly, "None at all Harry. Would you like that?" Harry nodded hastily, causing the Black cousins to laugh at his eagerness.

Steal-weather spoke to Sirius sternly, "Lord Black while Lord Potter is undergoing healing, I must ask you to step out of the room. You may come back when he is finished." Sirius looked as if he was going to argue but accented and kissed Harry on the forehead and assured him, he would be right outside if he needed him. Andromeda grimaced, "I'm sorry Harry but removing the glamour and spells might hurt a touch. They're embedded deeply into your magical core." Harry sighed and shrugged. "It must be done. I trust you and Healer Steal-weather."

Andromeda patted his shoulder gently before she began casting spells along side Healer Steal-weather. A sharp tingle begun in Harry's head and spread quickly to his feet. Laying very still, Harry gritted his teeth as the tingling began to burn. Soon it felt as if fire ants were attacking his flesh. Sweat pooled on his forehead and Harry pinched his eyes shut. The power kept growing and the urge to yell out was becoming strong. Suddenly Harry's body began to stretch. His small shoulders widened, and his height grew. Magic swirled inside Harry, pushing and shoving, feeling like a knife digging into his core. A scream ripped from his throat and through gritted teeth. Finally, the feeling stopped, and Harry and the healers took long, heaving, breaths.

"I'm sorry Harry." Andromeda frowned, "The magic was very strong. Having been on your magical core for so long. The glamour charm and tracking spell since you were a baby and the compulsion spell since you began Hogwarts." Harry nodded slowly and cleared his throat. "What's… uhh what's next?" Steal-weather shuffled over to the head of the table and waved her hand over Harry's face, causing a shiver of magic to ripple the skin. "I've cleansed the next area so that your eyesight can be healed, if you wish to continue." Harry thought for a moment before nodding. "Might as well. The potions?" Steal-weather gave a small smile. "I believe we can send you home with a cleansing potion. You'll take it before bed, that way you can sleep off the effects. Now I will bound her head to keep movements to a minimum. This will tingle and potentially dry your eyes out, but nothing as extreme as the last treatment."

Steal-weather placed a leather strap across Harry's forehead and placed drops of potion into each eye before she began to chant, twirling her fingers above. Small lights burst into view and a small itching sensation spread across Harry's eyes. Soon his vision became clearer and clearer. Blurs became distinguished shapes, and the shapes gained detailed features. Soon enough Andromeda and Steal-weather's faces became clearer than they had been even with his glasses! Harry noticed small wrinkles at the corner of Andromeda's eyes when she smiled at him. Steal-weather on the other hand had no visible wrinkles and was obviously a younger goblin then the ones he has been accustomed to seeing. She also had a soft look to her eye. A mother's look.

"All finished Lord Potter." Steal-weather exclaimed brightly with a small smile that still look slightly intimidating. "How is that?" Harry took the time to glance around the room, noticing for the first time a series of runes engraved into the stone walls. "I've never seen this clear, even with my glasses!" Andromeda assisted him in sitting up and Harry thanked her before frowning. "What was the glamour charm?" Steal-weather and Andromeda shared a grave look before Andromeda ask gently. "How tall would you say you were previous Harry?" Harry's eyebrows pulled together in confusion. What an odd question. Harry shrugged, "I think around 5 foot 6 maybe? I'm definitely shorter than my friends." Andromeda grimaced as Steal-weather wrote on a piece of parchment before measuring him.

Andromeda and Steal-weather began mumbling back and forth for a few moments and Harry became slightly worried. "Healer Tonks?" Andromeda turned to Harry with an apologetic look, "Please Harry, call me Andi. Sirius sure does." She gave a small laugh before sobering. "It seems that you are right on the edge of being 6 foot. Your shoulders seem a bit wider also… what we are trying to determine is why such a glamour was necessary." Harry stared wide-eyed. "Can I see?!" Steal-weather nodded and conjured a mirror while Andi helped Harry stand.

Infront of the mirror stood a stranger, Harry thought. This person had his messy Potter hair, his mother's green eyes, and the lightning bolt scar. This person also stood tall with large shoulders and slightly larger hands and feet. His arms and legs were very skinny, and Harry had a feeling every rib would definitely show now. Blushing he turned to the healers, "And the weight issue?" Steal-weather waved her hand and a leather pouch appeared. "Inside you will find your potion cleanser, along with strong nutrient potions, and potions that helped with depleted muscles and brittle bones. I will be suggesting to Lord Black that you both should think of visiting a clinic that specializes in this sort of healing. In fact, I believe I will allow him to enter now and we will go over some options that you can think on as we run some test on Lord Black."

Harry nodded absently thinking about how much his summer was changing. He became legally responsible for himself. He found out one of the people he trusts most in his life was using him. He was full of potions and had spells placed on him. He had a piece of Voldemort in his head! He required extensive healing from the years forced to reside at Privet Drive where he was placed illegally. His godfather was wrongfully imprisoned, and the Chief Warlock knew it and allowed it for his own games. A woman he thought of as a second mother was stealing from him… his friends may not be his friends… Fred and George—No! They wouldn't. Would they? Harry's head was swimming with doubts and fears that he almost missed his godfather entering the room.

"Hey pup how do yo—WOAH What the hell happened to you?!" Sirius exclaimed, wide-eyed. Harry grinned sheepishly, "Surprise?"