CHAPTER 1
Harry Potter was distraught, he and Ginny had gotten a divorce and she had taken their children. He was sad, all he would do was go to work, come back, do absolutely nothing but spend his money. It was all he could do. Except it wasn't all he was up to. He was brewing a potion, a potion that would send him back in time. We all know what happened after that, so let's just get to Harry pov.
He was currently looking at a vial of blue liquid, a liquid he was only half sure would do what it was made to do, but he took a deep breath, and gulped it down.
His eyes were closed, then he heard knocks, and then a familiar shrill voice.
"Get up boy! Get up! You have work to do! I will not let you ruin my Duddykins birthday."
"I'm up!" Harry shouted.
He smiled, he had not felt this happy for a long time, his potion had worked, he could fix everything! He got up and did his chores, he didn't want to go to the zoo. So he said to Uncle Vernon.
"Uncle Vernon."
He gave a grunt to signify that he was listening.
"Can I go to the park?"
He nodded.
This surprised Harry a bit but he left before Uncle Vernon could change his mind. He was not going to the Park. He had taken a bit of Dudley's birthday money, enough to get him to London.
They won't even realise it, because Dudley got hundreds of pounds of money which he would just spend on candy and stuff and then all he would gain was pounds of weight.
Harry made it to London and then headed to the Leaky Cauldron, after he was surrounded and his hands were shaken by many people, he found someone who let him into Diagon Alley. He stared at it, not at the alley itself but at the end of it, Gringotts.
How am I going to convince those Goblins to let me into 'my' vault?
He thought while walking to said bank. He then suddenly realised he was in a street with hundreds of wizards and he patted down his hair to hide his scar.
I'll just have to be polite and maybe they can do a blood ritual for me…
As he thought of more ways they could confirm he is indeed Harry Potter he reached the bank.
He looked at the sign,
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
He smirked at it, Harry, Ron and Hermione had broken in and stolen something that was never theirs. But he entered, and walked up to the front desk, he looked at the Goblin and said,
"I would like to enter my vault, sir. I am Harry Potter."
The Goblin looked at him and said,
"Key?"
"About that… I don't have my key right now… Is there a way I can make a new one?"
"Well, we could do a blood test. Follow me."
He walked behind the Goblin and then they entered a room.
"I am also the Potter Family accountant so this is my jurisdiction. My name is Evics."
"Alright."
"We need your blood."
He said as he picked up a needle. Harry nodded and put out his arm, he was pricked and his blood was put on the Potter identification magic circle, if the Goblin spoke the truth.
The circle gleamed red and gold.
"What does this mean?"
"Well it means that you are indeed Harry Potter… Those are the Gryffindor colours. It would have glowed green and silver if you were not a Potter."
He nodded.
"Now then, I want to show you something."
He confusedly walked and then came to a floo place. They used the floo to go to… The Burrow!?
Italic is Harry's thoughts for those who were confused.
I will post the next chapter as soon as I can.