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The Treasures of Diagon Alley.

"Excuse me," Harry said to the goblin teller, unsure if it was the same person he had met when Hagrid had brought him into Diagon Alley earlier that same day.

The goblin looked up. "Yes?" He growled.

Not put off by the goblin's attitude, Harry went on and put his vault key in front of him. "Is there someone in authority I can speak to, my name is Harry Potter. I was brought here earlier with Hagrid, on Dumbledore's orders," Harry explained, "and from what I know in muggle banking, statements are sent to the account holders. Does that happen here?"

The goblin was surprised by the question. "Yes, Mr Potter," he replied. "It does. But why are you asking?" The Knut dropped. "Are you saying you didn't get any letters from Gringotts?"

"No. I didn't even know I was a wizard until recently." There was no way he was going to admit he had learnt the truth when he was 7. That was something he wanted to keep to himself.

The goblin hissed angrily. Furiously, he picked up a sheet of parchment and waved his hand over it before it folded up and transformed into a letter, and he turned to bark in his language to a goblin standing nearby for a moment, handing over his vault key in the process. Finally, the goblin turned back to Harry. "If you'll follow Gnawltooth, Mr Potter, he will escort you to your family account manager."

Harry was so stunned he couldn't help but reply. "My family had an account manager? I never guessed. I mean, I know my parents were well off, but I didn't know they had one."

The listening goblin's face turned more feral. "This is getting worse by the minute. Now, please follow Gnarltooth, and he will take you to someone who can clear this up.

Harry followed the goblin named Gnawltooth, who took the letter from his superior and he was led through the corridors of the bank. Hagrid hadn't really told Harry much about the goblins, the giant oaf had been more interested in rushing the whole trip to Diagon Alley than being a proper guide.

As he walked through the bank, savouring this moment, although he was a little hesitant as this moment could hold so many turning points and fresh keys towards his long-term plans, Harry took a moment to think about the last few years.

7 years old, he discovered the existence of the magical world, and he had spent a lot of time thinking about the discoveries he'd made. He was a wizard, and so were his parents. Suddenly everything that the Dursleys put him through - the abuse, the humiliations, the lies they told to both him and the neighbours, the way they let Dudley do whatever he wanted - it all made sense, and it was also painfully obvious they knew he was a wizard.

The fact they treated him the way they did showed just how stupid they were. Didn't it ever occur to them that he would and would hurt them?

As time passed, Harry had gradually started to make plans to get revenge on the Dursleys as well as Albus Dumbledore. Remembering all of the time he had done something weird, it wasn't hard to deduce he had used magic, and he began harnessing his powers when he figured out emotion was the key to making them work.

When he had gotten his letter from Hogwarts, Harry had written a reply back quickly. Fully expecting a teacher to come and take him to the magical world, someone who could answer several of his questions without giving anything away, Harry was left waiting. And then something truly weird and bizarre happened.

More letters started to appear, and because of how many of them appeared, the Dursleys realised their stupid plans to keep him away from the magical world were foiled for good. Vernon, panicking like the thick-headed simple-minded animal he was, drove them all across the country; Harry knew it was futile from the start, but he was confused about whatever it was Dumbledore was trying to do, and what he hoped to achieve. Why had the school sent so many letters ignoring the one he had signed and sent back?

Harry got his answer when Hagrid, the giant-sized oaf of….thing (there was no chance he was truly human since he was so massive!), came and intimidated the Dursleys. While he didn't understand the point since anyone from the magical world would likely have been up to the task of intimidating the Dursleys, Harry was just amazed by how brazen Hagrid was, in giving Dudley that pig's tail.

But sadly Hagrid was not the best guide. He had rushed through the whole trip to Diagon Alley, and not only were so many questions left unanswered but Hagrid seemed to purposefully make sure he couldn't get them answered. As a bank, Gringotts would have records about the Potter family. Harry wanted to see them, remembering all the times he'd fantasised about some relative, someone who had magic, someone who had been kept away from Dumbledore.

While over the years he had decided that they were just fantasies and would never happen in the real world, ever since he had discovered the lies surrounding his parents, lies he had hidden his knowledge from the Dursleys and from Hagrid, so then they wouldn't get suspicious, Harry's fantasies and ideas came back, and he realised he would finally get an answer. He might find grandparents, or even a brother or a sister who'd been sent away, perhaps.

Gnarltooth knocked on a door. "Come!" A loud voice boomed through the heavy wood.

The goblin opened the door, ushering Harry inside impatiently and Harry meekly followed the goblin. The room was an office which was fairly plush with highly polished, with filing cabinets lining one of the walls. There were strange plants as well, but there were also a number of weapons, each one wickedly sharp and deadly. It only served to make it clear to Harry, especially after reading that plague outside the bank, not to mess with the goblins or get on the wrong side of them.

The goblin behind the desk took the letter, and read it quickly, all the while studying Harry.

"Sit!" He demanded.

Harry sat.

"So, you're Harry Potter, the last heir of the Potter family?" The goblin said at last, clearly taking in Harry's scruffy appearance. Harry bristled a little but didn't say anything back. It wasn't his fault Dumbledore had taken the law into his own hands to make sure he grew up as a pauper. "Mr Potter, is it true that you never received any statements from this bank in the last decade?

"Yes," he said quietly, before he slipped a hand into his pocket, and took out the letters he'd stolen from Mrs Figg on that night a few years ago. "I was raised by muggles, and they never told me about the magical world. But I found these letters, written between a Mrs Figg, and one Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore was keeping me locked up there, enduring their abuse. And Dumbledore would have my memories wiped whenever I tried to escape."

The goblin had been listening intently, not saying a word all the time Harry spoke. To Harry's delight, the goblin was getting angrier and angrier visibly as he described the abuse he'd gone through. It was a long recital, but eventually, the goblin spoke.

"Dumbledore!" He spat in contempt while he read the letters. "That man has been given far too much power. In keeping your heritage from you, he clearly wants you to remain ignorant and we would never have known, had you not alerted us."

Harry bit his lip. "I want to kill Albus Dumbledore, and everyone involved with this," he said bluntly, surprising the goblin, who lifted his head and started back in open-mouthed shock. At the same time, he was going out on a limb, being so trusting, "I mean it. I don't know why he's doing what's doing, but I want him to stop. I think he has something in mind; if he just wanted to protect me from Vol-You-Know-Who," he corrected himself quickly, he had found it rather pathetic the whole magical world feared a wizard so many thought had died, "and his followers, then he would have never erased my memories, or kept me with abusive people. He has something else in mind. I want him stopped before he gets me killed."

-8-

The goblin was surprised Harry told him he wanted to go to Hogwarts regardless of what Dumbledore was doing since he had heard so many stories about it from Hagrid, even if many of them seemed biased.

Okay, a part of Harry was tempted to just not go, but at the same time, he was curious about Hogwarts, and the more he learnt of the place while he was freed from the Dursleys didn't take that curiosity away.

But the goblin had made sure to give him a message box, where they could message each other without Dumbledore being alerted. In the meantime, to make the old wizard not suspect anything, copies of the statements would wind up going…wherever while the goblins legally drafted up crimes against Dumbledore.

Once that was over with, Harry submitted to a meeting with a goblin healer, who discovered the tracking and monitoring charms Dumbledore placed on him, and while some were removed, the rest weren't. Harry was given a few amulets, talismans designed and charmed to detect spells, potions, and anything nasty.

In the meantime, Harry learnt his parents had a townhouse in London, or rather his mother had, and he had gone to see it. The place had been abandoned for years, but it was relatively easy to clean. Harry then began exploring London, free from the Dursleys, and he was able to enjoy the sights, and he also explored Diagon Alley, and he began collecting some books.

One of the things Harry had done in Gringotts, was to ask if there was anywhere he could learn some magic in the school without Dumbledore meddling, and they'd told him of a magical room in the castle.

The Room of Requirement.

It was disappointing they didn't know where it was, but they'd told him how to find the House Elves, who could help.

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The End.