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1 Dementors Suck!

I was walking in the park, glad to be away from those annoying relatives. Frankly, I am getting tired of being treated as trash all of the time. Bloody Ron and Hermione didn't write at all, when I sent Hedwig to them and demanded a response she didn't come back. Did they hold her back? Everything feels wrong since that bloody tournament. I am sick of having nightmares, I am sick of being alone.

Ah, there is cousin Dudley and his gang, working on his future stay in juvie, harassing the small kids again. One or two years more and they will be locked up for sure. I approached them, "Wow, Dudley, you must be a Superhero, quickly, steal his money before that Supervillain can do evil with it."

"What are you doing here Freak?" said an annoyed Dudley, "Why are you not on your bed crying like a baby? Cedric! No! Don't kill him! Does that sound familiar?"

Auch, that hurt, I admit, I better get even, "At least I am not an evil bastard who is robbing little kids. Hey Pierce, did you know Dudley wet his bed until he was ten years old? Ah, there are the coppers."

That comment made them make a run for it, except Dudley, enraged, he came to me, "Do you think that was funny, Freak? Do you think I am afraid of your kind?"

I pulled my wand, which made him stop his charge at me, I shouted back, "I am tired of your bullying, fat ass, it is time I give you another Tail. Now sod off and leave me alone."

That moment, it got cold, very cold, Dementors? Here? Dudley felt it too, "Are you doing this Freak? Stop doing that!"

I saw two dementors closing in, "Dudley, run! We are under attack, run!"

That asshole did not listen and gave me a right hook to my face, then he made a run for it, bloody wanker. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts… I don't have any! One of them grabbed me and closed in with his mouth, at the last second I pulled my mouth down and the Dementor kissed my scar. I felt something leaving and something rushing in.

That gave me the time to cast, "Expecto Patronum!" my stag got the dementor full on his antlers and chased it away, "Quick! Do the other one too!" I called out.

Dudley got saved from a snog at the last second, my Patronus hunted both Dementors through the park. Dazed, I sat down, what did that Dementor do to me? Suddenly I felt memories rushing in. What the Hell? Why do I have memories of an old man in my head? I can not understand a thing what he is saying or doing, German? Dutch? Danish? I focused on the here and now, what is Mrs. Figs yelling about?

Groggy, I followed her, dragging Dudley along the best I could, it was like I heard everything double, one in my head and the other live. I decided to drop Dudley, it is time he gets on a diet. The dual sound kept on going, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon freaking out, the owls coming in, Dumbledore's howler, it is as if I experienced it before.

Finally, I snapped out of it, "Enough! I saved Dudley's bacon out there! If not for me his soul would have been sucked out today. I am going to my room."

Once I got on my bed, I blacked out. Slowly those memories rooted in my mind.

Xxxxx

A few hours later I woke up, those memories were clear now, I could view them like a movie, no emotions or hearing him think, just a homemade movie of an old man, I could not understand a word they were saying. Then I focused on Keywords of the books he was reading, Harry Potter? Curious, I followed that, aha! He is starting to read books in English!… The prisoner of Azkaban? Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire? I focused on the books, with a bit of concentration, I downloaded the book into my brain. It was exactly how that happened!

What book is next? Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix? What the Hell? I am going to be tortured with a Bloodquill? Sirius will die? Wait a second, what is Dumbledore telling me at the end? That son of a bitch! My life was a joke to him? "I knew I was condemning you to ten dark and difficult years." He Knew!

The Halfblood Prince? Royalty? NOO! Snape? This is getting weird, there is no logic at all, Dumbledore is working harder to save Malfoy than to save the rest of us? He is allowing Malfoy to smuggle Death Eaters into the Castle? Katie Bell almost died, Ron almost died and poor Draco needs saving? Horcruxes, that is why he kept on coming back. He admitted again he knew my situation by telling them "He has known nothing but neglect and often cruelty at your hands."

"The magic I evoked fifteen years ago means that Harry has powerful protection while he can still call this house 'home.' However miserable he has been here, however unwelcome, however badly treated, you have at least, grudgingly, allowed him houseroom." And you didn't do shit about it you son of a bitch!

The Deadly Hallows… I can not believe this, that Naffer is giving me a snitch? Hermione a fairy tale book, and Ron a cigarette lighter… He doesn't smoke! Crap, on the run with Ron and Hermione in a tent, that will be fun, the Ministry, assholes as usual, Ron doing a runner, as usual, Christmas with Bathilda Bagshot, is this my future? Malfoy's Dungeon, Dobby, Luna, Griphook? Crap! We are robbing Gringotts? Dragon…

I can not believe the final fight is at Hogwarts, Neville shaped up well, Giants, werewolves, Acromantula, Snape? What the hell are those memories? Even when he is dead those idiots are dancing to Dumbledore's tunes? He is a bloody painting! They are setting me up to DIE? I have a bloody Horcrux in my scar? No way! I die and it is Dumbledore that is waiting for me? Impossible! Mum and Dad would be there! This must be some trick Magic to fool me, at the moment I want to pummel him.

There is no way in hell I am going to name my kid Albus Severus or marry Ginny. Ron and Hermione? They kill eachother within a year. That is a lot to process. What I do know is that Dumbledore is setting me up to die. He is letting us run around like headless chickens for a whole year, without training us one bit.

So if I am right, someone is sitting in the bushes watching my misery.

Xxxxx

What is next? Ah, the old man is writing stories on his computer. Hmm? Ah, what ifs stories… Fan Fiction they call it... Hey? Did I get to have a harem? Hermione, Susan Bones? She is hot, Luna, I guess she is nice, no way! Greengrass? That is a stuck-up bitch! Tonks? She is bloody old!

What else is on that computer about me... SOB! McGonagall? Who is making this up? Huh? Draco? Snape? Are they naffing MAD? Must, Not, Kill, Myself.

What are they telling me about my life… I have to admit I had a crappy life, and this could have been handled completely differently. I downloaded several of these stories in my brain, all about how I could have done things differently. One major theme stuck out, getting help, not from Dumbledore, at the moment he is my enemy, he is plotting my death.

So this is a Deadly Hallow, why could Fake Moody see through it? Tracking charms, tag the sacrificial sheep so he can not escape.

I spent hours downloading stories into my mind, the main theme is that my life here could have been prevented. The Weasleys did not come out clean either, Dumbledore is the biggest evil by far, he can not be trusted. From all the solutions to how to handle this, it is clear that I need help. "Dobby!"

Xxxxx

The next morning, I went outside and threw a bucket of cold water on the bush, "I don't care who you are, but if I am not out of this house today I will set it on fire, now fuck off!"

I heard a girl cursing and apparating away, that is one problem less, "Dobby, can you bring me to Gringotts, please?"

Dobby put me on the stairs of Gringotts, I walked inside, and at a booth, I asked, "Hello, my name is Harry Potter, do I have by chance an account manager?"

The Goblin looked me up and down, "You have one."

"Can I speak with him now, or does he have other accounts to worry about?" was my next question.

Those stories on his computer were contradictory about these Goblins, from nasty buggers to noble warriors. Either way, they are trying their best to get under your skin.

"Wait in room five, a runner will get you." said the Goblin, so far so good.

Twenty minutes later, a runner came to fetch me, "Follow me." was all he said. Rude! Customer service sucks here.

We stopped at a door with the name tag Potter on the door, I decided to be rude too and opened the door without knocking, time are galleons, you know. I entered a big office with an old Goblin behind a big desk. His name plaque said Sharpclaw.

He looked at me and said, "What do you need, Mr. Potter?"

"Answers, I need answers. Foremost, do I have an account manager who has an office for my account to himself, or were those twenty minutes I had to wait needed to change the nameplate on the door?"

He glared at me, "This has been the Potter office for ten centuries boy! Now, what are your questions?"

"I have been kept in the dark about my legacy and my rights by Dumbledore, I never received mail from Gringotts or anyone else. Did you guys send mail to me?" That is my first opener.

"We sent our reports to your Magical Guardian, Mr. Potter, he will decide whether you can see them or not." was his answer.

"OK… next question, last schoolyear I was forced to compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, one meant for adults. Three Ministry officials and the Headmaster declared that I had to compete because I was selected, does that mean I was declared an adult and can access my vaults?"

He shrugged, "As long as I have no official paper that declares you of age, you have to wait until you are seventeen, Mr. Potter." that is the second setback.

"How many keys to my vaults are in circulation and is someone looting my vaults? With or without inside help?" that question triggered his ass.

"Are you accusing me of fraud, Mr. Potter?" he asked with a nasty knife in his hand.

"Well, Sharpclaw, I came here looking for answers and all I got was a lazy bum who is doing all he can to say as little as possible. Now, is Dumbledore robbing me or not?" I snapped back.

Sharpclaw growled, "Dumbledore got appointed by the Ministry as your Magical guardian, he can take all the gold out of your Vaults as he wants, and I can not do a thing about it. Is that answer enough, Mr. Potter?"

I growled back, "No, it isn't, Sharpclaw! Did he take Galleons or artifacts from my Vaults or not? Where are the reports of the transactions and what else can he do to me?"

Sharpclaw made some copies of reports and gave them to me, bottom line, Dumbledore robbed half of my fortune, yes, I am still rich, but that old Goat is buying his robes with my money.

"Are there contracts out on my name that you know about?" was my next question.

Sharpclaw nodded, "Two, one with Ginny Weasley, and one with Susan Bones."

I groaned, "Can I see them, please?"

Both could cancel the contract with Susan Bones, the one with Ginny, however, is an ironclad contract, it even allowed love and fertility potions, signed by Arthur and Molly Weasley.

"My next question, what services are you doing for House Potter besides sitting on your ass behind that desk?"

Sharpclaw fumed, "One more insult and you can wait until you are seventeen to hear that answer, Mr. Potter!"

I glared at him, "What do you expect, Mr. Account Manager? I come here, I have to drag the answers from my questions out of you, and on top of that half of my money is robbed by Dumbledore and you don't give a shit about it. Wait a fucking minute! Are you the Account Manager for Dumbledore too?"

Sharpclaw shouted, "No I am not! I have to sit here and watch the Potter account being drained! And I can not do a thing about it!"

I took a deep breath, I am getting shafted here, "I guess my parents Will is at the Ministry? What about my Heir ring? Where do I claim my Lordship?"

"All at the Ministry, Mr Potter. Gringotts only handles the financial matters and stores precious artifacts." Answered Sharpclaw.

"Can you give me a fast overview of my financial matters, do I own buildings or have stocks in companies?" I asked defeated.

"You have ten outstanding loans, five of them stopped payments after your parent's death. Dumbledore prevented me from taking action. House Potter owns several buildings in Diagon Alley, Knock Turn Alley, Hogsmeade, and Godrick's Hallow. Dumbledore is not allowed to sell the buildings, he lets several friends live there rent-free. You own 25% of the Daily Prophet, Teen Witch Weekly, and the Wireless. For most of the other shops, House Potter helped to start it up and got a stake of 10% in them, I can provide a list."

Sharpclaw searched through his papers, "Your Mother set an account up in the Muggle world in the bank we use to exchange our excess of muggle money. She invested a lot in long-term investments and arranged that the Dividends be reinvested in those companies. This is one account Dumbledore could not get his hands on. She did quite well, you are only allowed to access it until you are eighteen years old."

"My last question is, can the vault keys be revoked if I put a formal complaint of suspected abuse of power? Or that I accuse Dumbledore officially of thievery? I am going to use my Marriage contract with Miss Bones to charge Dumbledore with Line theft. Can that work?"

Sharpclaw looked thoughtful, "That might work, he is under fire these days, he lost his chief Warlock position and the Mugwump position at the ICW."

"Can I get a few copies of both Marriage contracts, please, I need to present them to Madam Bones." was my last demand.

When Sharpclaw gave me the copies, three of each, I suddenly remembered and asked, "What is Gringott's position on the revival of Voldemort?"

Sharpclaw shrugged, "We don't care about Wizarding struggles."

I shrugged too, "I understand, although those Death Eaters are calling muggles filthy animals what are they going to call Goblins when they win?"

Sharpclaw snapped at me, "This is not our fight, Mr. Potter!"

I held my hands up, "OK! I understand. Did you know he is using Horcruxes to stay on Earth?"

Sharpclaw glared at me, "What does that have to do with Gringotts, Mr. Potter?"

"He has one stored in Bellatrix Vault." I took a risk with that, but on the other hand, there is no way I am going to rob this place.

Sharpclaw asked, "How would you know that, Mr Potter? Are you a Seer?"

"No, but before the Dementor sucked the curse from my scar, I dreamed of those locations sometimes, it was a link with Voldemort. I know where most of his Horcruxes are located." Now that is a great excuse, isn't it? The Horcrux is gone so there is no way to check it out.

Sharpclaw swore, "A Dementor sucked a Horcrux out of your head? How is that possible?"

I shrugged, "I could show you my memory, but I don't know how to pull it out or make a copy."

Sharpclaw pushed a few buttons, "We have some Elders that know how to do it, Mr. Potter, they'll be here soon."

"Another silly question, you are calling me Mr. Potter, am I not an Heir? It said so on Miss Bones's contract." I asked.

"Your Magical Guardian has to inaugurate you at the Wizengamot when you are eleven years old. Or you have to claim it when you are seventeen, that is mostly done when the Lords are still alive. You have to claim your Lordship on your seventeenth birthday." answered Sharpclaw.

I sighed, I am fucked, I better go to Grimmauld Place Twelve, to Sirius. Wait a minute! Why do I remember Grimmauld Place Twelve? Ah, I read it in that book from that old man's memory.

Xxxxx

I left Gringotts a half hour later, Sharpclaw can have fun with my selection of Home and Hogwarts movies. A mokeskin pouch filled with Galleons got me on a shopping spree, a shop that sold muggle disguises got me set for most of my clothes. Finally, no more Dudley's cast-offs. A visit to Olivander got me a wand holster and a warning to him about brother wands and curious Dark Lords. I did a Hermy and bought a bottomless bag with a featherweight and a notice me not included.

Last but not least, a visit to a jewelry shop for a bracelet with potion detection charms on it. According to that Marriage contract, the stories where Molly is love potioning me can become a reality. Finally, I used a postal owl to send Susan a letter explaining my situation and copies of my Contracts and asked her aunt to help me out.

Dobby dropped me off in my street a few houses away from my prison. When I reached the door, Lupin called from the bushes, "Harry, where have you been? We were searching for you everywhere!"

I turned to the talking bush, "Why do you care, Lupin? I spent more than a month crying alone in my room while you were sitting in this bush enjoying my misery. I needed someone to talk to and you even kept Hedwig away from me! Did you have fun watching the Potter freak show? Fuck off, you son of a bitch. If I am not out here today, I will torch this jail, do you understand?"

I did not wait for an answer and went inside. I faced Aunt Petunia, "Aunt Petunia, I can finally say it, I hate you. I hate you and I hate that fat ass even more, that fat fuck of a son… I just feel sorry for him. Frankly, I want to kill you and that fat fuck of a husband. Ah, that felt good! I am out of this place tonight, you will never see me again, or maybe in a court of law where I will explain where I slept for ten years."

I turned and went upstairs to pack my things, "Dobby, seal the door, please. Can I get some food, Dobby? Thank you."

That afternoon I asked, "Dobby? Do you know the House Black elf?"

"Yes, Master Harry sir, Dobby knows Uncle Kreacher." answered Dobby, "But Dobby doesn't remember where Uncle Kreacher lives."

I smiled, "Could it be Grimmauld Place Twelve?"

"Yes! That be where Uncle Kreacher is living Master Harry Sir." said Dobby in wonder, "How did Master know that?"

"Not now, Dobby, can you give Kreacher a letter for Sirius? Tell Kreacher I promise to destroy the locket." I wrote a note to Sirius, telling him I would arrive in ten minutes.

Dobby returned, "Doggy said he be waiting for you, Master Harry Sir."

Five minutes later, Dobby popped me in front of Grimmauld Place Twelve, being polite, I knocked on the door. Sirius opened the door, I asked, "Hey, Sirius, do you have a room for me?"

"Come in, pup, can you explain how you know this place? It is under a fidelius," asked Sirius while he led me into the house.

"Later, when we are alone." I softly said, "Room first."

"Molly wanted to let you bunk with Ron, but I guess you prefer a room for yourself, don't you?" commented Sirius.

"Yeah, he snores so loud he could wake the dead. Say, Sirius, can Dobby help out here? I made him my House Elf and it seems Uncle Kreacher could use some help." I asked

"Sure, he can help, but Uncle Kreacher?" asked Sirius with a raised eyebrow.

"Yep, Kreacher is Dobby's Uncle." I smiled.

When we arrived at my new room, I turned serious, "I visited Gringotts today, Sirius, look at these reports, and these contracts. What does it tell you?"

Sirius studied the papers and started to swear, "Dumbledore is stealing from you? Why?"

"The only thing I can think of is that he expects me not to survive Voldemort. Think about it, he stashed me away at magic-hating relatives, he is keeping me away from my heritage, he should have me inaugurated at eleven and make me the Heir of House Potter, he is stealing from me, letting his buddies live free of charge in my houses, he is neglecting the maintenance of my properties. In fact, he is doing everything in his power to keep me stupid."

"When I see him I will ask questions. The Weasleys have some to answer too. Did you read that contract?" I got serious, "Sirius, I need you to be Lord Black, that is the only way to get from under Dumbledore's foot. Did you never wonder why he did not arrange a trial for you? Not now or in 81? Think about it, you were detained in Hogwarts, Dumbledore could ask Madam Bones to come, even chase the Dementor away. No, he tells two third-year students to let you escape, so that you are on the run again."

I sighed, "Sirius, at the moment, I think Dumbledore is more of an enemy than Voldemort. He is the one that made my life a living hell."

"There is a meeting tonight, we will demand answers. Now, let Dobby unpack and come down with me, I want to see the faces of the people who planned to fetch you." grinned Sirius.

Xxxxx

Pandemonium broke loose when I entered the kitchen, Moody had his wand out, asking me if I was the real one, Tonks yelling at me about a bucket of cold water, and Lupin looked ashamed at me. Molly was screeching over everyone else, making it unintelligible.

I held my hands up to stop the noise, "How I got here is my secret. I asked Sirius if I could move in and he agreed. The rest is nobody's business, you ignored me for more than a month, well, you can keep ignoring me. I won't mind."

Moody was still holding his wand in his hand, "Where have you been today, Potter?"

I asked, "Are you a relative of me? My Guardian? An Auror? No? Then it is none of your business, Moody."

Molly butted in, "Harry, we were worried for you, where have you been? It is not safe for you to be outside, you should have stayed at home."

I glared at her, "Well, Mrs. Weasley, my earliest memory was me peeing in my pants when I was about three years old, I was afraid to leave my corner because I got slapped when I left my corner. Aunt Petunia beat me up and without cleaning me, she threw me in my cupboard under the stairs. One night and a whole day, Mrs. Weasley, that is the safe home you all want me to stay in. I say it again, only Sirius has authority over me, he is my Godfather, the rest can sod off."

Sirius raised his voice, "Harry will live here from now on, if you don't agree, you can leave. Too long have I been silent and listened to bad advice. Harry needed us and we let him down."

Moody grumbled, "You are a fugitive, Black, how do you plan to take care of the boy?"

I snapped, "What the hell? How many Aurors are here in this room? Two? Three? You assholes know he is innocent, it is easy to prove he is innocent and you lazy asses are doing nothing about it! Sirius did not have a trial! Tell it to your boss! Is it that hard?"

Moody said, "It is not that easy, Potter, he escaped Askaban! That is a kiss on sight! No exceptions to the rule."

I scoffed, "You moron, he did not escape Azkaban, Sirius was never convicted of any crime. Lord Black escaped from his kidnappers. They illegally held him captive for thirteen years, he can file a lawsuit against the Ministry for abduction and torture, even Line theft!"

I looked at Sirius and said, "We better handle this ourselves, don't you think? They are not in a hurry to do their job."

One of them protested, "Hey! We are risking our lives here to fight You Know Who!"

I nodded, "Yeah, you are. Have you decided who is going to be sacrificed so Snape can prove he is still on Voldemort's side? I bet it has to be a female so his buddies can rape her a bit. What? It is for the greater good! Sacrifices have to be made and it can not be Dumbledore, we can not miss him don't we?"

I grinned, "You see, all of you are expendable, only Dumbledore is important, the rest is bombarda fodder. No, no protests, who knows Voldemort's real name? I do, I heard it when I was saving Ginny Weasley's life in the Chamber of Secrets. Nobody? Tom Marvolo Riddle, a son of a muggle and the squib Merope Gaunt. That is the one you are fighting, a Mudblood. Ah? No comments? Dumbledore knows it for years and he never told anyone. You can ask Ginny, she is here, isn't she? With Tom possessing her for most of the school year she should be quite familiar with him."

I looked at Arthur Weasley and asked, "Why did you go to Egypt with your family Mr. Weasley? Was it to let Bill cleanse the residue of that long-term possession? Who allowed your daughter to be possessed that long? What a coincidence you won that prize money, isn't it?"

Sirius commented, "Something smells around here, I signed up to fight Voldemort, not to be a puppet for an old man's schemes. Arthur, you have a competent son who is a curse breaker, he has a week to fortify your wards, then you will move out of here. From tomorrow on, this house is only open for meetings. Molly, if you or any of your children dare to use a love potion on Harry then I will call a feud on House Weasley, am I clear?"

The look on her face told me she realized where I went today, I added, "Find a way to cancel that contract, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, because if the charge of Line theft doesn't stick, I will call on the life debt Ginny owes me. I will not be forced to marry someone I don't love."

Moody called out to Mr. Weasley, "Arthur? Line theft? Did you sign a Contract that can be viewed as Line Theft?"

Sirius answered, "They did, Moody, the use of love potions and fertility potions are allowed. For every year since the signing of that contract, a million Galleons are deposited in a vault and handed over to House Weasley on the day of their marriage. At the moment the Potter's fortune is halved because of that. Any comments, Arthur?"

Mr. Weasley sighed, "Albus made that contract up, he told us Harry is destined to die young and this is a way to keep his money from the Ministry and the dark faction. We have been struggling to meet our ends for years, we saw no harm in it to prevent the Ministry from getting that kind of money."

I glared at him, "You did more than that, Mr. Weasley, remember our second summer? How did the twins know where I lived? What window was mine? I arrived half starved, skinny, and in rags at your house and you didn't do shit! You approved that I was being suppressed, didn't you? A smart Harry could fall in love with another girl wouldn't it?"

I looked around and continued, "My first Christmas at Hogwarts, I got a coin from my aunt, a Weasley sweater, and the Potter Invisibility Cloak. I ask you, as the Boy Who Lived, shouldn't he at least get some more presents? Ron's comment? I told Mum you thought you would not get any presents. So my presents were getting sorted. My question for you Mr. Weasley, is who of your children are in on this? Ron? Ginny? The Twins? All of them?"

"The Tri-Wizard Tournament!" I remembered, "You knew Charlie would go to Hogwarts, but you did not warn me after my name came out of that Goblet. No, I had to find it out a few days before I had to face a DRAGON! Ron, that jealous git must have been told of your plans because he came groveling back to me."

Sirius turned serious, "Arthur, I changed my mind, you won't spend another night in my home. Cancel that contract as fast as you can, Arthur, and tell Albus to return that money. There are enough Aurors here to be Harry's witness."

Moody shook his head, "No, WE will tell Albus to return that money." with a flick of his wand Moody's Patronus left the building.

Moody turned to the crowd, "Kingsley, Vance, Tonks, and Jones, tomorrow you will clear Black's name, I will talk to Amelia. I am tired of being scolded by a kid, especially when it is in his right to do so."

Xxxxx

With a burst of flames, Dumbledore arrived, "Expeliarimus! Good, I have a lot of questions for you."