Pain. The first thing I remember is pain.

I open my eyes to find myself in a small room filled with racks upon which several household stuff is kept. Then there's a small, broken table whose broken leg has been somehow made to stand by tying it with a rope. A small horse and knight toy is on the table, looking at me.

I groan when I realise I am actually in pain. Then I realise where it is coming from when I finally come to my full senses. And smile, forgetting about the pain for the moment.

'You did it Hermione,' I thought and grinned but the pain in my chest forced me not to. I involuntarily placed my left hand upon my chest. Probably two ribs were broken.

Not surprised.

I was in my five year old body right now and knew I would have to wait. So I let that part in motion which would haste it all up a little bit. I let go off the control of my body, or rather the body of my younger self. After all, I was just a subconscious of my younger self. Hermione had come up with a truly brilliant idea. The situation I was in, no one could find out anything about me if they tried to read my mind.

So I laid back on, with no control over my body at the moment, I could be relieved of the pain but not my body. It needed healing but his core was too low for me to magically heal him. Good thing? He would eventually be in my control without even knowing it.

I woke up an hour later due to the loud banging on the door. Needless to say, it was Vernon.

"Get up, boy!" he screamed as he banged hard on the cupboard door, making the door break but it never actually happened. "Get up and get the breakfast ready!" he screamed and after banging for a few more times, he went away.

Through his subconscious, I could see my younger self getting up from the small broken bed. He switched on the light and searched for his broken glasses. They were completely useless. First of all, they weren't of the power he'd require and second of all, the lenses had cracks all over them, thanks to Vernon and Dudley who'd always target his face first.

I could feel his pain a little bit. He had almost no energy to even stand up. Probably another week without any food. I was not surprised. But then his life was about to change. But he'll have to wait.

As years passed, things got worse. I could feel my younger self's body almost coming to its breaking point. It was only a miracle how he or rather I had survived the decade before going to Hogwarts where I was spared from all those abuses for almost a year. That much time was almost enough for me to recuperate back from the beating and pain with which I would climb up the car of Hogwarts Express.

I smiled when the first letter came through the normal post. Dudley saw it and snatched the letter away from me. I let him. It wouldn't even matter if I didn't let him. He was stronger than me, taller than me and could easily kick or punch me to get the letter and would be praised by his parents for that.

Vernon saw the letter and his face paled. Probably for some other reason. I knew what it was. He was afraid he'd see Dumbledore soon at his doorstep. Anyway, he didn't let me see the letter until the very next day, after he was sitting leisurely on the couch after sealing the letter slot on his door when the entire house began to shake as if we were hit by a mild earthquake. I knew what it was but the Durseleys didn't. They all got up from their places. Dudley came to the living room from his room running screaming earthquake when suddenly, from the chimneys a hoard of letters started to come out. Then the glass panes of the windows shattered as letters from there also started to some as well. Vernon, Petunia and Dudley were screaming. I was standing calm, a smile on my face when a letter fell on my head and I picked it up and tore off the seal. Vernon saw this and leapt towards me. having not eaten for days and on top of that with broken ribs, I was sure I couldn't bear the hippo's tackle so I threw the letter at him before his one fat body could hit me.

Vernon caught the letter and just like he'd suspected, it carried the seal of Hogwarts.

"Pack your bags!" he screamed though the rustling of the flying letters which were still pouring in inside the house. "We are going away for a few days!"

Petunia nodded while Dudley had gripped her hard on her waist, hiding behind her.

July 31st. My eleventh birthday. I lay on the stony floor, using the dirt and sand on it; I drew myself a cake with eleven candles on it. Though it had seemed childish, I was in my eleven year old's body. I could hear the loud snores of my uncle and cousin. They were so loud that they failed the loudness of the storm outside.

Suddenly the door burst open. It was thrown away, breaking its hinges off the stony wall. My three relatives woke up quickly and Vernon grabbed his shotgun he used to sleep with since the day we had come here.

I smiled when I saw the half giant's shadow. A humble man, his life was just like me. He was an honest, loyal friend to me back in my timeline but only he was manipulated by Dumbledore.

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We entered the Diagon Alley. I was planning to shake hands with Quirrell, ending that pathetic professor's life then and there in the Leaky Cauldron but the man was smart enough to stand at least two feet away from me.

As Hagrid left me at the Ollivander's after I had done the rest of my shopping, I bought the wand, my former one – a phoenix feather core wand. Knowing it was only helpful for me to battle with Voldemort, who was not going to be my primary nemesis this time, I decided to get another wand. I knew Ollivander, though a good man was loyal to Dumbledore. He wasn't much loyal to him but still was loyal in some ways. Like everyone else, he believed Dumbledore had defeated Grindelwald. Such a fool.

I thanked him for the wand after he expressed his curiousness, telling me how the core of my wand was shared by the one who killed my parents. I forced myself from rolling my eyes and stayed calm but also displayed my surprised look to the old wand maker when a knock on the window got my attention away from the old man and towards my familiar. A smile came up on my face when I saw Hagrid after such a long time. Her beauty was still incomparable to any other owl in the world. She had an advantage because of that as if she flew high enough among the clouds, hardly anyone could see her. But then it also had a disadvantage for her at night when she was easily spotted.

Paying the wand maker, I walked out of the shop and thanked Hagrid for the present when the half giant looked at his watch and exclaimed how late he was. He looked down upon me and asked if I could go back on my own to which I nodded my head. I actually needed him to leave me alone. I had some work to do.

Once Hagrid left me, I used my wandless magic to shrink my belongings and put them in my pocket and then let Hedwig fly away. She knew when to come back to me and so losing her while she was alive was not a thing going to happen. I then walked towards a certain direction where only cloaked witches and wizard were going. While walking, I waved my hand and silently casted a slight glamour charm, powerful enough for me to hide my scar and give my face a bit scary look like I was a kid who had taken a wrong or dark path, something I was now considering to take after knowing the things which had been planned for me.

I didn't meet any disturbances. The people saw me and ignored me. This was the first time in Knockturn Alley that I hadn't been ambushed. I was glad it didn't happen like that.

Walking for ten minutes, I finally found the shop I was looking for. Wilson's Woodwork was an infamous shop in the alley known for making wands of numerous cores. Theo Wilson was a fresher in the wand lore academy when Ollivander graduated from it. The course was a tiring one which took seven extra years to master the art of wand making. And unlike Ollivander, who believed that witches and wizards should have core powerful enough to not make the wand wielders obsessed with it, Theo's theory was just the opposite. No wonder why many pureblood families, be them dark, light or grey, bought a second wand from his shop every now and then.

Entering the shop, I found it empty of any other customer apart from me and an old lady who was about to leave. Once she left, I walked over to the counter and in a heavy voice asked for a powerful wand which would be untraceable. Theo looked at me long enough for me o understand that he wasn't going to do the asked job until I threw some galleons at him. So I dipped my hand in my pocket and pulled out a handful of galleons seeing which his eyes glowed with greed and lust towards that money and grabbing it like it was a food for a weak hungry man, threw it in his pocket and left the counter and came a while later with three boxes. None were of the core one would find at Ollivander's. As he informed me of those wands, I came to know that one had the core of a werewolf, one had the core of a basilisk and one had the core of a kitsune, a magical fox not found in magical Britain. I picked each of the wand one at a time until the one with the basilisk core one accepted me. Telling him that I would need the basilisk core wand, I then asked him for an auror grade wand holster after throwing some more galleons at his face. He went away from the counter and came back a little while later with a brand new wand holster I recognised was of top grade and quality. It was resistant to disarming hexes and could help the caster to summon his or her wand in case they had lost it during the battle or the duel. I could see not even Moody had this wand holster but would surely know about it. It was of a class beyond that of the auror category holsters. And I liked it very much.

Coming out of the Knockturn Alley, I let my glamour charm on as I didn't want to attract any unwanted attention. I then headed for Gringotts once more, planning to meet Ragnok, the heir to the throne of the goblin rulers. Entering the bank, I straightaway walked up to one of the teller and greeted him with respect which surprised the being. I then asked him that I was looking forward to meet Ragnok who was actually the Potter vault manager unlike Griphook, who was actually working for Dumbledore and was stealing money from my vault and giving it to him and Weaselys. Thankfully, Griphook wasn't there on the floor at the moment. I smiled. He probably went to inform Dumbledore how things went out. Well, he was wrong.

The teller returned a minute later and told me to follow him and ten minutes later I was standing in a grand office which surely represented of the one who was next to the throne of the Goblin ruler.

"Welcome, Mr Potter," a voice said as a small yet very scarred and ferocious looking goblin entered the office. Looking at him reminded me of Moody. I knew goblins were a warrior race and keeping the scars was an honour among them as it represented how much battles they had been in. It was true that the goblins still fought, though not with the magical humans anymore as the ministry prevented them to and this pissed them off. not known to many, it was the humans who were the prime cause of the goblin rebellion. However, I shook those thoughts aside and greeted goblin king's heir and bowed with dignity. I saw from the corner of my eyes, Ragnok wasn't surprised.

"Greetings, vault keeper Ragnok. May the blood of your enemies continue to flow," I said and bowed.

"Greetings, Mr Potter," Ragnok said. "To what do I owe you?"

"I came here to see whether my parents left any will for me," I said.

Ragnok smiled. "I was wondering when you'd come," he said. "I was informed by one of my assistants that you were in the bank almost an hour ago. So I waited for you but you never came to visit me. I thought maybe you were short of time, something which we goblins value very much."

"The one who accompanied me was the one who was actually in a hurry," I said with a faint smile. "He was here on some business of Dumbledore."

"Hmm, we know about the business but because of security measures we can't disclose it to anyone," Ragnok said.

"I understand," I said. "I came here to, like I said; see whether my parents left any will to be read."

"They actually have," Ragnok said but then his face went grim. "But I am afraid to say that your parents' will has been dissolved."

I wasn't surprised. Dumbledore had already dissolved the will the other day of my parents' death. But there was another way which would work.

"I see," I said. "Would there be any possible way for me to be emancipated? That way, I can renew the validity of my parents' will."

Ragnok smiled a feral grin. Surely, he wanted me to read the will and get what was left for me.

"I can see that you came prepared," he said. "That will be done, Mr Potter." And saying that, he snapped his finger and a folder appeared along with a small bowl and a knife. "You will undergo a blood ritual, only legal within the grounds of Gringotts Bank, and that way you will get your emancipation."

"I am ready, vault manager Ragnok," I said.

Ragnok smiled and opened the folder, taking out a yellow parchment which looked to be quiet old. "You are the third Potter to be taking the underage emancipation exam," Ragnok said.

"Who were the ones before me?" I asked.

"Your great - great grandfather, Morpheus and the first Potter ever, Charles," Ragnok said.

I nodded, making him see that I was understanding what he said. Then he pushed the knife and bowl towards me.

"For the test, I require your blood," Ragnok said. "Slit your palm and collect your blood in the bowl. Once you've done it, your palm will be healed automatically."

I nodded and picking up the knife, slit my palm. The red blood oozed from my palm like thin water. I noticed my blood was actually thin because of all the physical torture my body had undergone throughout the decade. I wasn't surprised but Ragnok was. He had noticed the thinness of my blood and was curious. I saw him examining me from top to bottom through his goblin eyes. Surely, he had noticed my undergrowth and thin physique. I didn't say anything. I didn't want to unless he'd ask me which I knew he wouldn't.

Once enough blood was collected in the bowl, I removed my palm which got healed up automatically. Ragnok pulled the bowl towards him and poured the entire red content on the parchment he had taken out of the folder. I saw as the parchment soaked away every single drop of my blood and remained in its original colour when suddenly it shone with a golden light. A smile crept upon Ragnok's face.

"Congratulations, Mr Potter," he said, "You are officially the last scion of the most ancient and noble house of the Potters. And you've passed your emancipation test. The only thing you now required to do is sign this parchment and you'll officially hold the title of Lord Potter." Saying that, he handed me a blood quill and I signed the paper after which the paper glowed a white before going back to normal. Ragnok then snapped his finger once more and a small box appeared. I noticed it was a beautiful ornate box made of metal, jewellery and wood. The detailing was to die for. Undoubtedly a fine example of goblin arts. It wasn't just battles which the goblins were known for. Their handmade jewelleries cost a fortune in the wizarding world even today. But obviously the pureblood fanatics didn't buy them as that would make them look like they loved something made by the goblins. No. That was not even to question for.

Opening the box, he turned it towards me and I noticed it had three rings – the three signet rings of the three families of which I had descended.

"The house rings of the most ancient and noble house of Potters," Griphook said indicating the first ring with a gryphon on it. "The house ring of the Peverrells," he said, indicating the one on the other end with a simple stone with the mark of the three hallows. I knew it wasn't the resurrection stone. That lied in the Gaunt shack at the moment. The stone which was on top of the Peverrell ring was a ruby. Then I saw as Ragnok indicated the ring in the middle with a griffin carved out on top. "The ring of the founder Godric Gryffindor," Ragnok said and then pushed the box towards me. I caught it with both my hands and then looked at the goblin with wide eyes. I knew these were the families I had descended from but I had to make a show of surprise as if I didn't know that.

Ragnok smiled. "Mr Potter, or as it is Lord Potter now," Ragnok said, "You are a direct descendant of

Godric Gryffindor. You will understand that once you read your parents' will and look at the properties you've inherited."

He then snapped his finger one more and a new folder appeared. I recognised it as it only had one paper inside it – the final will and testament of my father. My eyes went wet but I controlled my urge to cry. I had promised when I came back that I wouldn't cry. Crying though was relieving, made people weak and vulnerable, something I can't have this time.

"I would like to see the will left by my parents," I said with a firm voice, hiding away my emotions which were building inside me at the moment.

"By all means," Ragnok said and handed the parchment to me after he took it out of the folder. I grasped it in my hand and took a large breath in, prepared to finally see what my parents had in their will.

The final will and testament of Lord and Lady Potter by Lord James Charlus Potter.

I, Lord James Charlus Potter of the most and ancient house of the Potters, the Peverrells and Gryffindor, being of sound mind and body, am writing this final will and testament.

In case something happens to me, the following things' control is to be given to my love of life, my wife Lady Lily Potter nee Evans. If something happens to her, then the followings should be given to our only son, Harry James Potter:

The Gryffindor Castle, currently under the ancient fidilius charm, the Peverrell manor, the three manors owned by the Potter family and the Potter cottage in Godric's Hollow.

All the wealth and physical artefacts belonging to theses most ancient and noble houses are to be handed over to my son by emancipating him when he reaches eleven years of age.

The guardians recommended for my son in case we are incapable of taking care of him anymore are:

Sirius Orion Black – family friend, ally and godfather to Harry Potter by the Godfather Ritual.

Alice Longbottom and her husband Frank Longbottom – family friend, ally and the former being Harry's godmother by the Godmother Ritual.

"Amelia Bones – family friend and ally.

"Xenophillius and Pandora Lovegood – family friend and ally.

By no means should my son be sent in the care of the Durseleys.

The following is our letter to our son.

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Dear Harry,

If you are reading this then that means that we failed to protect you. But always know this son, no matter where we are now, our love has and will not decrease for you. Though we never hope that a condition will arise for you to see this piece of parchment, but if it happens, we are sure you will be in care of good hands.

Harry, there is one thing we would like to tell you, though you will be taken cared by those who are and would never betray the house of Potter, there will be people who would try to diverge your mind, since you belong to one of the oldest house in the history of magic. They will try to come in your circle only to stab you in the end. Don't fall for it. We only hope that whoever takes care of you after us, will prepare you for the world you are meant to live in and protect. Make wise decisions. Go for those friends who'd truly be your friend. And please, marry a girl like your mother though we are not sure who that lucky girl will be upon whom you'll set your eyes on. But whoever she is, she'll be one lucky girl to come in the eyes of our son.

Be safe son for there's a huge responsibility upon your shoulders of which you'll know in the diary of your mother. After you've been emancipated, I would, we would like you to go to the Potter family vault and have our journals. It will help guide you and will tell you of the things you need to know. But remember this; we never wanted this to happen to you. It was nothing but the doings of fate who took interest in you before you were even born.

Be safe Harry and always remember that there are people who'll always love you no matter where they are.'

With trembling hands, I placed the will on the desk and closed my eyes, preventing the tears to fall. After a minute, I opened them again and looked at my vault manager.

"If...If everything's done, I'd like to see my family vault," I said.

"There's one thing you need to do, Lord Potter," Ragnok said. "Wear these rings. These rings are the key for you to enter the vault. For security reasons, the vaults of the three families weren't merged together so you need to wear the rings for the vaults to recognise you as the heir."

"But I don't want the world to know that I am an heir to the house of Peverrells and Gryffindor. I already have too much unwanted attention of which I am already trying to get away," I said.

Ragnok smiled. "Don't worry, Lord Potter. The three rings, once you wear them, will merge together and be one. Then you can cause it to disappear and can recall its appearance upon your will. In short, you have the power to show others these rings upon your desires so people will not be able to see them if you don't want to."

I smiled. "I can live with that," I said.

"So, wear the rings, Lord Potter," Ragnok said and pushed the box a little further. I first picked up the Gryffindor Ring and inserted it in my middle finger. It was bigger than my finger but automatically was adjusted and held on firmly. I then picked up the Peverrell ring and placed it in my ring finger and then the Potter family ring, which I put in my index finger. The three rings, once in my three fingers, glowed brightly before merging to be one hybrid ring in my middle finger.

"Wish for it to disappear," Ragnok said and I wished for it and was surprised to see it vanishing away. I then wished it to be visible again and the ring came back on my finger.

"Always remember Lord Potter," Ragnok said, "While entering your family vaults, make your ring visible else the wards around the vaults will not allow you to enter."

I nodded.

Coming out of the bank, I headed for the wizard postal services. I had a letter to write to. Entering the building, I stayed low, preventing the people from recognising me and headed for a secluded corner from where I could sit and write a letter.

Placing myself in the chair of the rickety wooden furniture, I picked up a parchment and quill and began my letter.

'Madam Bones,

I hope you are in good health. Please destroy this letter once you've read it but I suppose you already know that.

I am Harry Potter, son of your former friends James and Lily Potter. I had the will reading of my parents today and have discovered some shocking revelations. Not wasting time from your busy schedule, I will come straight to the point.

When I saw the names of my guardians on the will, I was confused for a moment as I didn't found the names of the Durseleys with whom I am currently living. However, that will not happen anymore as I've passed the emancipation test as per the wish of my parents. But I would like to look up to someone as my mentor and they are certainly not the Durseleys. I see that the law has been broken by whoever who placed me in the care of the Durseleys and not with those whose manes were found on the will. Also, I asked my vault manager about the families whose names are suggested to be my guardian. He told me about each and every one of them and I came to know about my godfather's current condition who is at the moment in Azkaban, accused of the betrayal to my parents and killing twelve muggles. However, some evidence has come to light as my parents have written that Sirius went under the Godfather Ritual when he was appointed as my godfather. I asked my vault manager about it and he himself seemed surprised. When I asked him why, he told me that if my godfather had underwent the Godfather Ritual and had betrayed my parents, then he should also have died.

I then came to know that there was no trial conducted for my godfather and his crimes were never proved. He was simply arrested and was thrown in Azkaban. I am guessing that it is the work of those who put me in the care of the Durseleys as when I came to see my vault manager; he told me that my will had been dissolved. I say whoever dissolved my parents' will put me in the care of those Durseleys and also denied Sirius of any trial. And whoever this man is, I say that he holds a lot of power with himself else he'd not have the will and courage to do so to the last scion of the most ancient and noble house of the Potters.

I am writing this letter to tell you that I want a secret investigation upon this matter of which no one but a countable people will have an idea of and I am making you responsible for choosing those people as I was made aware that you are a fair and impartial woman who is honest with her job. So I am putting my trust in you.

Also, though this isn't necessary, I would like to tell you that I was made aware of the great alliance founded by my great - great grandfather of which your family was also a member. Being that, if you deny of taking an action against these criminals who are responsible for whatever I wrote above, you can say goodbye to your alliance with House Potter. But I know how hard this responsibility will be and am willing to provide you with any sort of help I can if you ask me. But I want to see true justice being served to these bastards who tried to do harm to me and to the mane of my house.

I will be looking forward to a reply from you.

Yours faithfully,

Lord Harry James Potter,

Heir of the most ancient and noble house of the Potters.'

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I read the letter once more before making some last minute corrections. Then applied a privacy charm on it using my basilisk wand which I had removed the trace from. Though I could remove the trace from my holly phoenix feather as well but I didn't want Dumbledore to know of my emancipation just yet.

Satisfied with the words and creating a copy of my parents' will, I folded the parchments and went over to the counter. Paid the fees and tied my letter to one of the owls and let him go. I knew it wasn't completely secure, using a public owl to send something this important but I couldn't use Hedwig else the Order members will know of it. But they'll eventually know any way that I was not returning to live with the Durseleys. And honestly, didn't care what Dumbledore or his minions would do to them for that. They could all go to hell.

Coming out of the building, I headed to the Leaky Cauldron. I had taken the portkey from my family vault which would take me to the Gryffindor Castle, a safe and secure place which was even safer than Gringotts. After what I had experienced with my days at Hogwarts, it was the most unsafe building in all of magical Britain. Unfortunately, Dumbledore's fake status symbol had blinded many people to see the truth.

Entering the shabby inn, I asked for a room and Tom gave me the keys. I paid him in advance as I was not going to return back sooner than the day after tomorrow. Taking the key from him, I headed for the stairs and then in my room where I took out my portkey and saying the password, vanished away with a small pop.