Chapter 1: I Am Harry Potter

A small boy suddenly sat up and looked around in panic before he forced himself to calm down. All he could remember was shouting orders to a group of soldiers under heavy fire before a loud boom, then nothing. Memories flooded his head and he shouted in disbelief.

"FUCK! Why did it have to be him? A goat fucker who wants to control every detail of my life and a very paedophilic and gay dark lord who is obsessed with killing Me." the boy sighed. "This is gonna be the same as in the army, at least I have magic now." The boy stood up and stretched before his eyes zeroed in on the house of his supposed watcher. "Yeah fuck this am not staying here."

The boy darted across the road and into the cat lady's backyard. A few passer-by's looked at him strangely but ignored it because the woman usually babysit the boy. Harry looked through the back window before pushing his small hand through the broken window unlocking it. Darting inside he instantly headed to the fireplace, looking around he spotted the familiar green powder.

Hiding his scar with his bangs he spoke clearly, "Diagon Alley."

Harry stepped through the fireplace and was greeted by a bald short man grinning with slightly yellow teeth. "Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron Lad. Where's your parents?"

"My parents are back at the Manor. I finally convinced them to let me visit the alley alone but they only agreed if I wore these rags." explained Harry lying through his teeth.

"I see, wanted you to remain inconspicuous, did they?" the man grinned. "Won't hear a word from me lad. Enjoy yourself." The man laughed and went back to serving his customers leaving Harry stumped for a moment.

Not wasting anytime, Harry left the pub and wandered the streets until he came upon a large building at the end. As he reached the doors his eyes fell upon the poem.

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 chuckled, that's not ominous at all. He walked up to the desk and greeted the goblin. "Hello Teller Griphook."

The goblin looked up and peered down at Harry through his spectacles. "Greetings Young Wizard. You called my name."

"Of course. It's only polite to refer to the person you're speaking to by name, is it not?"

The goblin laughed. "I suppose you're right Young Wizard. What business do you have with Gringotts today?"

"I am here to take an inheritance test." Harry answered curtly.

"Very well. The process will cost a fee of 14G. Should you be unable to pay and your results return negative, you will be expected to work at Gringotts for 2 weeks to pay your debt at 1G a day. Is that acceptable." The goblin grinned unnervingly at the boy.

Harry nodded and Griphook led him to an office at the top of the building. The goblin knocked on the door before entering. "Director Ragnock." The goblin bowed polite, however Harry only stared at the goblin, his eyes never leaving the goblin's figure. "This Young Wizard wishes to take part an Inheritance Test."

The goblin sneered before looking down at his subordinate. "I see. Sit down Wizard."

Harry sat down at as the goblin conjured a knife and a parchment. "Slice your palm and let three drops of blood fall to the parchment."

Harry did as he was told and the wound sealed as the blood flowed back into the closing wound. "That was less painful than I thought." The parchment glowed red before settling on a baby blue.

"Of course its painless child. We're goblins not monsters." the goblin said before his draw dropped at what he read on the parchment. He looked at Harry and smiled. "You are interesting Wizard child."

"Oh my Circe." Muttered Harry in awe.

HADRIAN JAMES POTTER

LORDSHIPS: POTTER, PEVERELL, BLACK, SLYTHERIN, EMRYS

VAULTS: POTTER- 95,433,532G, 12,322S, 3,113K, 1,934BOOKS AND 12,522HEIRLOOMS

PEVERELL: 5,524,653G, 342S, 4,345K 1,637BOOKS AND 2,443HEIRLOOMS

BLACK-183,483,493G, 783,393S, 833K, 33,449BOOKS AND 38,444HEIRLOMS

SLYTHERIN-32,003,432G, 38,494S, 8,940K, 7,404BOOKS AND 34,543HEIRLOOMS

EMRYS-87,422,949G, 648,993S, 9,849K, 28,505BOOKS AND 214HEIRLOOMS

SPECIAL ABILITIES: PARSLETONGUE, METAMORPHMAGUS, OCCLUMENCY, PERFECT MEMORY

"HAHAHA! I'M RICH AND SMART….AND RICH." Harry laughed before he managed to compose himself. "Director, I would like to appoint Teller Griphook as the Manager of my accounts."

"Are you sure?" asked the elder goblin. "Griphook is a fairly young goblin with little experience."

Harry shrugged. "Everyone is experienced at their jobs started somewhere Director."

The goblin answered back unsurely. "I know but never this large."

"Well I trust Griphook to do the job correctly and I'm sure Griphook wont fail." Harry and the Director stared at the young goblin.

"Of course not. I will do my duty with upmost diligence and efficiency." Said Griphook defending himself. Inside he was practically vibrating with excitement. It's not every day a young goblin managed to secure the banking vaults of several of Gringotts' top customers including the legendary Merlin himself.

"Excellent. Let's discuss business." All three occupants of the room grinned greedily.

2 HOURS LATER

Harry walked down Diagon Alley with a lottery winning smile on his face. The boy had a thick heir ring on his index finger which bore all five houses he lorded over and a pouch attached to his side. There was also a silver staff in his left hand. It was silver in colour and glowing blue runes ran along its shaft.

Harry paused for a moment before his hair became straighter and extended to his just below his shoulders before turning a bright blue. His scar also faded out of view. Harry entered Madam Malkins and a short plump witch greeted him friendly.

Madam Malkins greeted the small child with bright blue hair and a weird silver staff. "Hello dear. Are you lost?"

"I am looking to purchase an entire wardrobe." Replied Harry the smile never leaving his face, however, he made sure to subtly flash his ring in the woman's direction."

The woman was tempted to laugh at the boy but thought twice at the glimpse of his ring. She knew what it meant. "Of course dear this way." The woman led Harry further into the shop were both her and her assistant played dress up with the young boy for nearly three hours.

Harry left the shop with a grin on his face. He was planning on letting his hair stay long with the bright blue. He had the power why not use it. Maybe it's the metamorphmagus inside him speaking, this is probably why Tonks was like that. He was dressed in muggle jeans and a white T-Shirt along a pair white and blue air Jordan. A black witch hat rested atop his head slightly crooked. He didn't understand why the Wizarding World dislike Witch hats so much. They were awesome, at least in his unbiased opinion.

He had over a dozen shrunken bags in his pockets all filled with clothes both wizard and muggles, formal and informal. He suddenly smacked his head and sighed at his stupidity. He channelled his magic through his Potter ring and suddenly as if he knew what to do his mouth opened.

"I call upon the occupants of Potter Castle. Heed my call and appear before thy Master."

Suddenly a bang was heard and a small house elf appeared crying its eyes out. "Master Hadrian. We have been looking for yous for years. We told Master James and Mistress Lily to come to Potter Castle and hide but they listen to bad goat haired man and went to cottage instead. Mippy so sorry sir. Bad giant took yous from elves."

Harry looked at the sobbing elf in front of him and grinned uncontrollably. 'So much better than in the army."