Dear Fleur

Though it has been several years since we've returned, it is still hard to not call you by the name I've called you for years, Thetis. I have been thinking about things that I did and I did not do. And one of those things, is that I never asked you to marry me. I know, I know, you did not consider it as a necessary thing. But, still I feel like I let you down for that. I will rectify that, this time. Know, though, that even though we have not spoken to each other, in person, since our return, I love you. And, I miss you more than the words that I write will reflect.

The Dursleys', oh how I despise them. While I have not shown that I am capable of using magic to them, they are still just as vicious as what I remember. I am weathering through it. Thank Magic that I am able to persevere through the punishments that they inflict on me.

I know I could leave this place whenever I wished to, we both know that. But, my dear Thetis, I need this to happen, so that I can justify punishing the old fool, and his two blind followers. I know that the fool knows what I am going through in this place. I can personally say that I have seen him multiple times when the Dursleys' have gone too far. He healed me, and then obliviated me, or at least he thinks he did. I just wonder how much worse it was last time around, considering everything.

Enough about me. Overall, I am doing fine. How are you doing? You are about to start Beauxbaton next year? I hope you have a better situation this time. I know you have more control over your allure. But, some of the other aspects of being a veela… It is just the solitude that I do not wish for you. We both know that it will be hard enough to be surrounded by children, day after day. Are you going to remain aloof from your classmates? Or, are you going to try and rebuild some of the friendships that you used to have?

How is your family? I can not imagine how hard it is for you to have to act like you are still the same child that they know, when you are the woman that regretfully divorced yourself from them. At least with the Dursleys' I was still young enough that my personality change went unnoticed. Have the changes with you changed how you remember changed Gabrielle?

I miss you so much my love, it hurts. I miss the days when we just lounged around, not even speaking to each other, just being in each other's presence. I miss the days where you gone for most of the day, and when you returned, being able to greet you in my embrace. I miss the days when I angered you, and you always berated me for my stupidity. But, when we made up, we both enjoyed it. Too be truthful, I purposefully angered you at times, just for the times afterwards. I am pretty sure you realized that. We know each other too well.

I could continue to write you a novel, but I need to become the seven year old child, obeying his keepers.

Love,

Your ever loving worshiper

Fleur, my love

I had to change my plans a little bit.

While the emotional abuse is something that does not bother me, the physical abuse has gotten out of hand. I am not sure what it is, this time around, but I feel like the Dursleys' are worse people than they were last time. Maybe they are insecure since I appear to be normal. They WANT me to be a freak. I have seen the old goat a few times. He has attempted to obliviate me, maybe in hopes that I will try not to run away. Thankfully my mental shields have stood strong. Why would he think that a child would be able to ward off his attempts to mess with my mind? I am gratefully that his own hubris disallows him to question if he could be ill-informed.

I know that you are worrying about me, but you need not do that. I have had plans in place in case I felt like I could not survive. I have been secretly securing funds, in the muggle world, that I have more than enough to survive on for the next two years, when I will finally be able to enact the plans that we came up with all those years ago. In some aspects I know not stealing from the Dursleys' should be wrong, however, and I am sure that you will agree, they have deserved it.

I will be using my assumed name, in case you are wondering. Thankfully, since I have been able to control my magic, other than binding my core, the old fool has not bound any of my other abilities, this time.

I am happy for you that you are having in easier time being around all the guys and girls, at school. And I am also happy for you that you have some actual friends, even though you have to deflect some of your true self from them. At least you are not having to stress over your education, you already know what you are learning. Probably better than your professors, maybe.

Thank you, by the way, for helping to control your sister's hero worship over The Boy Who Lived. I know how much you care for her, and I want to become a part of her life, when we are finally able to do that. Just a few more years, and that will happen. And yes, I am keeping up on my French. But as I said, thank you for helping to control Gabrielle. I do not wish for her to be hurt when she eventually finds out what I have suffered through.

I have been meaning to ask, how difficult are you finding it to have to use a wand everyday? I am wondering mainly because I have had little to no problem in using wandless magic. I honestly feel like I have more control over my spells without my wand than I ever had when I used my original holly phoenix feather wand. Is it that same with you?

Now that I am free from the Dursleys', and yes I made sure that I "wished" that nobody could find me, that I do now know what to do with my free time. I have thought about getting a job, even just part time, to fill my time. But, there is also just studying some muggle courses, though without ever going through proper education, just self-study. I am enjoying the freedom, but without being with you, I am having trouble being productive. I need something so I do not lose myself.

Do you remember when we went to the Caribbean for vacation, for the first time? I know for a fact, though you denied it at the time, that you let your allure go off, without thought of controlling it. It was a joy to see all the other guys, and a lot of girls for that matter, be unable to function. You were stunning, pun intended. At least you got us some privacy on that beach, which I have always assumed was your goal. That privacy let me worship you, like you deserved, even though you still had some reservations on if you felt like you were worthy of it. You were, and are, worthy of all my affections for you. I love you.

Though I have the time, now, to write you however long I feel, I need to end this letter to you now. If I did not, you would never have a letter to read. Instead, I would keep making the letter longer and longer, never ending it. Then I would not be conversing with you. That would be wrong in so, so many ways.

Your devoted slave

O Captain, my Captain (of my life)

It is only a month until I receive my notification of my reemergence into the foolish Wizarding society of Britain. I am looking forward to it, and yet, I am also dreading it. I have no desire to be The Boy Who Lived once again. One time was more than enough. Yet, I will be able to change so much by destroying the fiction of the old fool. I can save so many people that died last time. I do not care about most of them, personally. But they should be able to live their lives free from the designs of two overly arrogant people.

Sirius still worries me. It is bad enough that he has had to suffer through ten years of Azkaban, being innocent of what he had been accused of. But, this time, he will have to learn that he has been betrayed by his best friend. He has had to languish in that place for all that time, when just one word from James would have at least let him have a trial. Luckily I have been able to acquire some information about some squib psychiatrists. He will need that.

From what you last wrote, I sounds like you are closer with your sister. Though you are her sister, I almost sounds as if you are acting like an aunt to her. I am not judging you about that. Honestly, I have no idea how it would be to act like a sibling. Just do not spoil her too much. She is already cheeky enough as it is.

I still have trouble believing that she is eight now. That is how old I roughly thought she was during the Tri-Wizard tournament. I know, now, that is part of the nature of being a veela that you are slower to mature physically. Saying that, you should be about to go through your maturity. I feel sorry for you. At least with me, it was at least gradual, unlike the spontaneous spurts that you will have to go through.

And your mother, being pregnant? Think about how much different you are. You are more mature, compared to previously. You are taking more care of Gabby, leaving your parents to have more freedom, for pleasure. I know you do not want to hear that, but it is true. It is a good thing. Maybe this time, for your father's sake, he will get his heir. You have told me he regretted not being able to have a son. Be happy for them both, in any case. There is still always that chance. Remember, they will still love you. And you do not have to worry about being torn away from them, again.

There is only a few more months until you can tell your family the truth. I know that you are worrying about how they will react. Be truthful. I want you to share your worries about how you fear they will react. Let them see the true person that you have become. Let them know about your shame. You are human. And as the saying goes, TO ERR IS HUMAN. The only thing I will say is that you should wait until your mother gives birth to your new sibling. There is no reason that you should add any unneeded stress to her while she is pregnant.

As much as I don't want to end this letter, I need to stop some time. Though I still have around a month until I get my letter, I need to make my place look as if it was inhabited by a muggle. It has only been two years since I got this place. But, I had not realized how many enchantments I have added to this place. My laziness, turning to enchantments to be efficient, now seems to be coming back to bite me.

And, much to my chagrin, I need to make this place look more slovenly. I'm not sure if it will be Hagrid that will show up this time. If it is not him, they would be able to discern that there is no way a child could be wont to be tidy. Especially when that child is living by themselves, for as long as I have.

I will continue to dream of our times that we spent together.

Love,

Your willing servant

Pretty much everything the first time around happened again in this life. Hagrid had come and introduced Harry to the Wizarding world. He as had almost the exact same events happen in Gringotts, Hagrid having the key to Harry's vault, along with grabbing the Philosopher Stone for Vault 713. Harry also received Hedwig as a gift from Hagrid. Though with the skepticism that Harry now possessed, he wondered if Hagrid had been coached by Dumbledore to get Harry a visibly showy animal. It almost seemed obvious that it gave the impression that Harry thought himself special, a glory hound to be exact.

For some reason Hagrid allowed Harry to go back to where he came from, instead of Hagrid trying to enforce that he had to go back to the Dursley family. Though, he realized, after doing a cursory scan of his domicile, someone had magically "bugged" his apartment. All throughout the apartment, there were listening charms. Along with that, most of his possessions had been tagged with tracking charms. The old goat had made a stop so that he could keep an eye on him, while Harry was with Hagrid in Diagon Alley.

It was annoying, but it was something he could deal with it for the remainder of the month.

A few days after his eleventh birthday, he made a second trip to Diagon Alley. Instead of being in his Harry Potter identity, he went with his Morgan Hala identity. This was one of the main parts of his plan that might not go the way he wanted.

When an open teller, in the Gringotts lobby, appeared, Morgan approached him. "Five gallons for some quiet, five more to take me to my account manager."

"Make that ten each, wizard," snarled the goblin teller.

Harry hesitated a second. Taking that time to think. While twenty galleons was not a significant amount, goblins took umbrage against those who did not like to haggle. "Twelve total."

As the words barely left Harry's mouth, the goblin struck back with his offer. "Eighteen, no less."

"Fifteen, final offer. I'll find another goblin willing to make some easy money." Fifteen was not an unreasonable amount. It might be three hundred pounds, but it would be money worth spending.

With a nod, the goblin gave his response. "Deal. Which account manager?"

"I'm a metamorphagus." After saying that, the forehead that Harry was showing, which was free of any scars, was allowed to show his trademark scar. "Potter account."

"Follow me, wizard."

The teller goblin, which had not given his name, led Harry through the labyrinth of the Gringotts offices. From what Harry could only assume, there was some type of confounding effect that made it near impossible to remember the route in which he came. The goblins were cunning enough with their security features.

When finally the teller goblin stopped at a door, he knocked on the door and announced that whoever claimed this office as theirs that he had a client. It was in gobbledgook, what wizard kind called the goblin language. Though he was lost on what they were discussing, it was best to not interrupt their conversation.

The account manager goblin, finally spoke to Harry. "Enter, wizard. Time is money."

Harry was glad that Fleur had educated him in goblin society. While they did not like wizards, as a general, you could get some respect by respecting their society. As he was a supplicant, in this situation, Harry gave the proper respectful greeting. "May your slain enemies watch in fear while their gold enriches yourself."

"I haven't heard that one before. I like it." The goblin gave a small nod to Harry and watched what he did next.

"My name is Harry James Potter. I have some inquiries, and possible profit to your clan." Simple, to the point. That is what goblins appreciated.

"I'm Account Manager Grimclaw. I'll need some proof on if you are who you are, before we continue. Sit."

The chair that Harry sat down was not comfortable. At least he was given permission to sit. Too many wizard were never given the option to sit, though they sat down anyways. "I have no proof but blood itself. If that is what you require?"

Grimclaw reached into his desk, a unique design used only by goblins. He pulled out a sheet of parchment, enchanted in ways that Harry was ignorant of. "Seven drops."

Instead of looking at Grimclaw in question of how to draw the blood, and not wishing to use magic in Gringotts, Harry pulled out his pocket knife. Though not a weapon, Harry wielded it with a sense competency of someone that used it on a regular basis. A slight gash was produced when Harry sliced his sharpened blade along his thumb. Squeezing the cut thumb, he dribbled the required drops on the parchment. No more, no less.

Grimclaw, though not smiling, approved of what Harry had just done. "I've never understood you wizards when you slice open your palm when you only need so little blood."

While the parchment was completing whatever magic it was doing, sighing, Harry responded, "Lack of any sense, let alone common sense."

After nearly a minute, all the magic was done. Grimclaw looked over, the now finalized, parchment. "You are who you said you are, Mr. Potter. Now, what inquiries do you have for Gringotts?"

"The Ministry of Magic has declared that Lily and James Potter are deceased. I know for a fact that they are not. And I assume that you know of those facts."

"You assume correctly." Grimclaw nodded when he said that. "Get to your point."

"Is it possible that Gringotts will agree with the Ministry of Magic? I can only assume that it can be done for a fee?" This is where Harry's plan could go wrong. While he could live without the Potter fortune, it would enable him with more options.

"It can be done, but it will be expensive. Give me your offer." Grimclaw was not showing it, but he was intrigued.

Now was the time. Harry was finally going to share some secrets that he had. "I will have to explain some things before you can believe what I am saying. This body, it is only eleven years old. I, I have lived one hundred and twenty-six years. Though the Ministry considers this illegal, I know goblins don't view it the same."

It was rare to see a goblin be shocked, and Grimclaw was shocked at Harry's words. "Why would you do that?"

"Primarily, revenge against three main people. Lily and James Potter, along with Albus Dumbledore. Those three knowingly let me live through years of physical and mental abuse, in both this and the last timeline. Along with some other reasons that have yet to reoccur. Secondly, I wish to end a war that has yet to start back up. And finally, I wish to live a life of freedom as myself."

"Understandable. But, when you are talking about war, what are you talking about?"

"Tom Riddle Jr., also known as Lord Voldemort. He used a foolish ritual, multiple times, that helped to preserve his life. I know a ritual to destroy them all, when I have access to one. But as I know he wouldn't be active for some time yet, I plan on using his destruction as a way to help bring Dumbledore."

"Horcrux," Grimclaw asked.

"Six, maybe seven. I don't know if he made the last one yet. Stupid for his followers, they allowed him to be able to draw from their magic cores. With that ritual, Riddle's Death Eaters will either die or become squibs." Harry gave this knowledge freely. "Last time around, I didn't have the ritual, though Dumbledore already has it. I had to do it by finding and destroying each individual one."

Tapping on his desk, Grimclaw thought over the implications on what Harry had said. "I see some profit in that. But it is not nearly enough for what you ask of Gringotts."

"That was not the offer I was going to give to you, for your profit that is. What I'm willing to give in compensation, is a location for a ruin." Between Harry and Fleur, they had discussed on which ruin, or ruins, they would be willing to give to Gringotts."Monetary wise, it was worth over a million galleons, profit. But, you goblins will most assuredly make more than what we made at that time. Profit was not our goal when we found that ruin. Knowledge was more important to us."

Humans made over a million galleons from one ruin, goblins would at least double that. "Any you will tell me about how to break through the wards? And the security?"

"I, myself cannot. But, my partner, who also came back with me, she can. She was a former Gringotts curse breaker." Family mattered to goblins, and with the next nugget of truth, Harry would help get revenge for Fleur. "She was married to a current curse breaker that works for your bank. He abused her and nearly beat her to death."

"What's his name? And don't think I don't know what you are trying to do."

"Williams Weasley. Since she can't get justice for what he had done to her, revenge is all she can ask for," Harry explained.

"Let me make sure we are on the same page. Gringotts will declare that Lily and James Potter are dead, which you will then take control. You will be destroying a Dark Lord that will have not be active again. Also, you will give ME information on the ruin and how to safely get in."

"That is correct." Harry tried to remain calm. He added one more set of information. "Voldemort will be taken care of on the 31st of October, along with Dumbledore. Voldemort's death will take Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Amycus and Alecto Carrow, the Lestrange family, and some others. I sure you can find ways to make profit for your bank with that. Oh, and Sirius Black should be released from Azkaban after that."

"Profit indeed."

With that, wizard and goblin started to finalize their deal. It took a couple version of a contract, which Harry scrutinized over completely, for them to agree to everything. Three hours later, both of them were, while not happy, they were at least pleased with their business. Harry was able to add on getting emancipated as part of his deal.

During the rest of the month, prior to leaving for Hogwarts, Harry started to contact two people that would be essential in his goal, Madame Bones and Unspeakable Croaker. Harry needed Croaker for his knowledge that the Unspeakables had access to, to verify what the ritual did. As for Madame Bones, he wanted her at Hogwarts at the end of October so that he would not be liable for any deaths, be it Voldemort or his Death Eaters. Also, she would be the one to arrest Albus Dumbledore.

Croaker was easily brought on board when Harry sent him a copy of the ritual that he was going to be performing. While he did not study Horcruxes, and other sorts of soul magic himself, he was still an Unspeakable, therefore inquisitive. And then to be told that he would be allowed to perform the ritual himself, though he was ignorant of the reason why Harry would not be performing it himself.

As for Madame Bones, it was a tougher sell. Just bringing out the information on Sirius Black was not going to be enough. Instead, he also had to put her in touch with Croaker, so she could understand about the implications of Horcruxes and Voldemort. Harry regretted deceiving Madame Bones, as she was one of the respectable members of the Ministry.

Ignoring Bones and Croaker, Harry also started to tease an irritating reporter by the name of Rita Skeeter. While Harry utterly despised the woman, she was one of the best at swaying public opinion. She especially good at destroying the reputation of influential people. She also had contacts with Wizarding Wireless Network, so that he could broadcast what would be happening at Hogwarts. A little threat based on his knowledge of her animagus form, along with the grand downfall of Dumbledore sold her with little hassle.

It was time for him to go back to Hogwarts, for the first time.