Hello again, Raiba here. I'm so sorry for not updating. But as some things remain, School, a job, and the need for a new laptop seem to come in the way of writing. Please I hope you read this and enjoy the chapter. Please read and review

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-Raiba

"BOOM", the resounding crack of the sound barrier shattering faded as quickly as it came.

'Blast! I'm sorry; it seems I made it here within three steps not two.' Harry says as he observes where his sonido has taken him. 'The Leakey Cauldron, humph, looks terribly unfit for our standards.'

"I am inclined to agree with you Harry, this place, however it may appear seems to keep a barrier erect between the spiritually aware and those who are not. It is holding back an immense amount of Reiatsu. If you must interact with the trash, use the name Hadrian Cifer."

'Yes Ulquiorra.' The raven haired child walked into the dank pub observing the many inhabitants within. Seeing a dozen people inside, many of them are eating, smoking, or drinking; Harry walks towards the bar.

The barkeep; who in appearance was not appealing as his back stayed perpetually hunched, his head balding, and his teeth rotting; stood with a grimy glass mug in his hand while trying to clean it with an equally disgusting rag. Placing the mug on the bar, the man looks over Harry. "Good day, lad." The barkeeper paused for a moment, his pale visage turning a shade whiter, looking as if he has seen a ghost. "I don't serve drinks to anyone under seventeen, if that's what you're looking for. If not, 'ow can I 'elp ye? Name's Tom, by the way, you're not in any way related to a James Potter 're ye?"

Harry looked studiously at Tom before answering, "I need to get through the barrier." Hesitantly he added, "Will you tell me how?"

"Certainly lad, all ye need to do is walk out the back door ther , and tap the brick that is three bricks above and two across to the right of the center bin. "'Owever lad, it might just be easier to take someone 'ith ye." Tom said this expecting Harry to heed this advice.

"Thank you, but it will not be necessary, I can handle myself." Harry said this and before Tom could say anything Harry added coldly, "No, my parents are dead." And with the grace of an aristocrat he walked to the back door. Opening it Harry sees a bricked off enclosure for the trash bins. 'Filthy, this is absolutely repulsive.'

"Harry, with personal disgust behind, do you see the point at which the barrier comes into contact with the wall."

'Yes I do see it.' Flicking his hand Harry released a controlled burst of Reiatsu that simultaneously cleared away the trash bins and hit the point of contact which opened the doorway into the magical ally. The wall of bricks started to spin as it revealed a cobblestone archway. Under this archway lays a sign. 'Diagon Ally…really these backwards people named a hidden magical ally diagonally.'

"Well I never thought the trash of a community could create such an awful excuse of a name." Ulquiorra sweatdropped as he read the plaque. "Harry our ideals of these people cannot get much lower, before they do let us find a bank. That man seems to think you might be related to this James character. You both share a last name, perhaps you have more than those Dursley-scum left you to believe."

'Yes Ulquiorra, you are right. Perhaps that white marble building can give me information.' Harry stated this as he felt a large number of people congregated within the building. Moving coyly through the crowds he observed many a person, wearing robes of a plethora of imaginative color palates, bustling about achieving many acts that modern science could never hope to explain; giant blocks of wood and stone being pushed within small bags, floating treats of sugar, fantastical animals being handled by novices, and even a man place a gold wrapped parcel into a messenger bag. The curious thing however that Harry observed was that the gold wrapped parcel was seemingly to large for the bag, almost twice the size, but the bag's opening seemed to expand to the dimensions of the parcel, before it shrunk to a size no larger than a standard bifold wallet. Even more curious to Harry was that the man in the large trench coat, one that was not of the wizarding robes but that of the muggle Royal Air Force, sat the wallet sized bag on a nearby table, stood up, and walked away. In the crowd of people none seemed to have seen the man or the bag that was left behind. Harry without any formal consent swiftly moves toward the table where he deftly picks up the bag. As he does he feels a connection form between him and the bag, his Reiryoku as the sturdy tether, he pays it no heed as he continues to walk; his destination the grand marble building.

"Harry this bag you picked up, irresponsibly I might add, has formed an interesting connection with your Reiryoku. I will reprimand you later for this foolish action. However we have far more important areas to attend."

As Harry approached the grandiose building he came steadily to a halt as he read the motto engraved upon bronze doors: Fortius quo Fidelis. "Strength in Honor, Faith, or perhaps most important Loyalty; this is a wise motto, these beings may be worthy of respect." Ulquiorra stated as he observed in engraving. "Continue on inside Harry." Harry listened to Ulquiorra and opened the doors. Steeping foot within the marble halls he approaches a second set of doors, this time silver. Upon these doors, a plaque reads:

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.

"Harry heed this as a warning, not even I know what lies beyond this door. I will aid you but this seems an experience we will learn together. These creatures you shall meet are not human but warriors. The way their words are stated show great honor and their trust must be earned, tread respectfully. However you should respect the ones you meet you are not to show any emotion. Respect should go both ways for if you start the path of respect early trust shall be gained as reward in your life. As you can well sense the wizarding-trash remains here as well. Do try to avoid an incident." Ulquiorra spoke with wisdom that many would never receive. Harry steeled himself as he opened the doors. The first object of note was the semi circular room filled with pedestals, above the main pedestal in gold lettering proudly displayed the name of the bank: Gringotts. Walking with a cool collected grace Harry strut his way towards a nearly empty teller. In front of him stood an older man with long blonde hair, wearing robes of finery, with a walking cane in his left hand. To his right a young boy, similar in age to Harry himself, with gelled back blonde hair, seemingly jittering in place.

"But father why can't these creatures, these goblins, give us our money now. Why must we take this insufferable cart?" The blonde boy spoke with an unearned pompous arrogance that screamed spoiled.

'Well now at least I know the name of the creatures that control our economy.' Harry thought. 'That boy is almost as bad as that scum Dudley.'

The element blonde man spoke. "Hush now Draco, we have only to deal with these creatures a little longer. If you are good and sit proper through the cart ride I may have your mother get you a new broom."

"Harry, look at the goblin. Do you see the slight downward curve of his lips, the twitch in his eye? He has been offended many times within this conversation. These trash in front of us know not of respect. They are dust beneath your feet Harry if you so choose. Keep in mind that the goblins are warriors who control the money. Be civil, truthful, and respectful."

"Goblin Gripclaw shall take you to your vault." The goblin said with a sneer. "Good day."

With a sarcastic bow and silver tipped tongue the blonde man replied, "Thank you Master Goblin, Nagnok." With his piece said he and the boy passed through a door, perhaps to the vaults.

"Young wizard, you next," Nagnok called to the ravenette.

With a polite and curt bow, Harry approached with a tentative caution. With no hint of arrogance and filled with as much respect as possible Harry started off, "Master Goblin Nagnok, it is a pleasure to speak with you today. May I inquire as to a possible relations test?"

The goblin could not have been more surprised if you slapped him with a living codfish. A human wizard showing proper respect; it was unheard of. The goblin's wide eyes narrowed and a cruel smirk appeared upon his face. "What is your name, wizard?"

"Harry tell the truth."

"My name, Master Nagnok, is Harry James Potter. I wish to know if I am of any relation to a James Potter." Harry continued in his standard of monotone but kept the respect present in his voice.

"I see. Well let me call up the personal manager of the Potter House. Do not move." Nagnok removed himself from the pedestal he sat on and scurried to another bank teller. They switched places and the teller that switched with Nagnok scuttled back towards Harry's position. He leapt upon the pedestal and glared at the pre-teen in front of him.

"You claim to be a Potter, do you?" the goblin sneered at Harry. "Well, we shall see about that." The goblin placed his hand on the side of the pedestal and pulled away. From the side a cabinet came out. Within the cabinet lay a wicked knife of pure silver, a rune etched bowl, and a hollow quill. "You, wizard will slice open your wrist and drain your blood within the bowl. Then with the quill shall sign the documents I provide. If you are a Potter you shall live, if not" the goblin gained an evil grin, "you shall meet your end in the goblin nation. What say you? Shall you prove yourself?"

"Listen to me, lose your Hierro around your wrist, I shall manipulate your Reiryoku to numb your wrist. Do not face this in fear, remain impassive and show no emotion. This is only one trial of many." Ulquiorra soothed Harry's ruffled nerves.

'Yes, Ulquiorra, my Hierro is gone, my wrist is numb. I am ready for this trail.' Harry looked at the goblin with fire in his eyes. Without words Harry slashed his wrist with the wicked blade. As the bowl filled with blood the runes glowed green with Harry's Reiatsu. His blood, from crimson to emerald it turned. Harry's wrist glowed green from Reiatsu as it healed rapidly, leaving not a trace of an incision nor scar. "How is that, Master Goblin?" Harry asked this respectfully though internally slightly joyous at the look of absolute shock on the face of a hardened warrior.

Though shock turned to respect as he eyed the young human, "Very well," he said. "Dip that quill within your blood and sign this registry of House Potter and I will have your key, should the ink remain and not fade that is." The goblin watched as Harry deftly took the quill, let it soak in the emerald ink, and with his left hand sign the Potter registry. The emerald ink flashed blue with ambient Reishi and sealed itself onto the paper, and emerald became black. "I shall return momentarily, Mister Potter."

'Well that went far better than I had expected.' Harry thought quickly.

Ulquiorra replied to the adolescent boy, "You did well; it seems that you have money to your name. Be careful as not to fall into the lust of gold. You've passed the first of many trials but many more wait for you."

The Goblin returns and within his hand he holds a key. This key is the key which is then handed to Harry. "Mister Potter, here is the key to your vault. Keep it close and keep it safe. I am the Potter account manager. My name is Magnus Silverfist. Allow me to escort you to your vault, Mister Potter."

Harry once again bowed. In his eyes show the gratitude and respect for the goblin. "Thank you Master Silverfist, I would very much appreciate your help with my vault." Harry decidedly followed Magnus behind the doors he saw the two blondes travel through. He climbed into a cart. For the next five minutes Harry recalls very few details of the numerous twists and turns that led deeper into the caverns of the Bank sped past. Soon they come to a complete halt and dismount from the cart.

"Key please Mister Potter." Silverfist asked in a demanding tone. Harry handed the goblin his key and waited patiently as Silverfist opened the vault. The door slowly opened revealing mountains of gold, silver, and bronze. Harry looked upon the money with awe. Unsteady were his feet as he stepped towards the mound of gold. Without thinking the nihilistic boy took out the messenger bag and filled a pocket, adjacent to the gold wrapped parcel, with as much gold as the "magically expanded" bag could hold. To harry this did not leave a single dent within his new found monetary wealth.

"Master Silverfist, may we go now? I believe I have more than enough." The unemotional boy nodded to the goblin and the made quick the return trip to the main gallery of Gringotts. Bowing once more Harry replaced his Façade and made his farewells with the Potter Account Manager.

After leaving Gringotts the callous boy wandered aimlessly until he found himself alone with his thoughts whilst facing a dead end in an offshoot alleyway. 'Ulquiorra, thank you, for without you I would not have been able to deal with this wizarding populace, this trash of existence; you have taught me much and I am grateful.'

Ulquiorra alone as protector of Harry's mind and soul spoke, "Harry, in our existence we may not understand emotion as others do, we may seek out truth in this desolate world. I hope to learn the alongside you applications of our Reiryoku in ways that have not been seen before." Ulquiorra stood within his station of guardianship and stretched, if only to move for a time.

"CLICK." A cylindrical metallic barrel was pressed against the backside of Harry's head. "Now you are going to tell me why you picked up that bag. Or you won't live longer than then next five minutes. So, are you going to talk?"

I do hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please review and tell me what you think. I appreciate any review be it on the story or my terrible grammar. I have a poll set up on where to put Harry in Hogwarts. This poll will last for the next two to four chapters. I again hope you enjoyed it and hope you review it.

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-Raiba