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***Out of Control***

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|A (GAY) Harry Potter Fanfiction| ***This is my first fanfiction, so please be kind. I appreciate constructive criticism and advice.*** A few changes can influence your whole life. Harry don’t know how bad his life could have been, had he not received that letter from Gringotts. After Harry’s third year at Hogwarts, he gets a letter from Gringotts, asking him to come and meet his account manager. Harry leaves Privet Drive, with his aunt and cousin, intending to never return. Harry learns of betrayal and hidden loyalty. With three father-figures, one less best friend, and two loves, how will his future years go? |For some reason I can't add tags, and the tags I did add have disappered somehow, so here is some "Tags", I guess. #Gaylove #HarryxFredxGeorge #MollyBashing #GinnyBashing #HermioneBashing #DumbledoreBashing #ICan'tWriteShortThings #ImpliedMpreg #GoodPetuniaAndDudley. I think that is all... don't know|

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It was strange. Harry had been thinking about it almost constantly in the two weeks he had been back at nr.4 Privet drive after his third year at Hogwarts. It just didn't make sense.

They, Ron, Hermione, and Harry, had been at the Shrieking Shack after Ron had been dragged by Padfoot through the tunnel under the Whomping Willow. They were cornered by a half-crazed Sirius Black.

When Professor Lupin – Remus, as Harry had been told (multiple times) to call him in their letters – had run into the room in the Shirking Shack Harry had not taken his eyes of Sirius Black. That was something Harry had learnt the hard way, never take your eyes of a (perceived) threat. And what he saw was… strange.

When the, now known, werewolf came into the room Sirius' eyes and magic had brightened with joy. His magic had begun reaching out to Remus but had halted and retreated back when Remus pointed his wand at Sirius. Sirius' eyes had dimmed, and his expression screamed hurt.

What was even stranger was when Professor Snape burst into the room and got the same exact reaction.

Harry just didn't understand.

The soon to be 14-year-old was abruptly brought out of his head when a hoot came from the open window of his small room. Having been laying on his bed staring at the ceiling for who knows how long. Harry had been able to escape to his room after doing the dished after the Dursley's ate the dinner Harry made. That had been in the early evening, now it was totally dark outside and the wristwatch laying on the nightstand telling him it was nearing one0 in the evening.

Harry turned his head and saw a shadow in the window still. Wait, not a shadow. An owl, with feathers so dark they mixed in with the night sky, was sitting in his window still. It hooted again and Harry had deep blue eyes staring at him impatiently. Hedwig's opposite, Harry thought.

Not wanting to keep the bird waiting any longer than necessary, Harry quickly sat up and went the full two steps from his bed to the window. That's when he saw the letter clutched in its talons, a letter of the best quality. Hopefully not from the Ministry, Harry had not had a good experience with the last letter from the Ministry of Magic.

Taking the letter from the owl with a small thanks he turned it and saw the wax stamp of Gringotts, the wizarding bank. "What could the bank have to say to me?" The whispered question was only heard by the two owls in the room, who Harry noticed was cuddling up together in Hedwig's cage. Harry raised an eyebrow at them, but only got a hoot in return from Hedwig.

Hope I don't become a grandpa (big brother?) too early. Not thinking any more about his relation to his owl Harry opened the letter.

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To Harrison James Potter-Black

It has come to our attention that you may not be receiving our letter, and we have reason to believe our letters to you have been compromised in some way. As you are one of our most important customers, we see this as a big misdeed not only to you, but to us as well.

With this we ask you to come to Gringotts bank as soon as possible, most preferably before your 14th birthday.

As we do not know how your post have been compromised, nor by whom, we ask that you do not inform anyone of the magical world of this and that you come to the bank alone.

Potter account manager

Sharptooth

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So many questions raced through Harry's head just from the first line. Harrison? Potter-Black?

"Well… that can't be good…" was Harry's only reaction.

Getting out of his stupor Harry placed the letter on his desk and went about getting parchment, ink, and a quill to write his reply.

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To Sharptooth

the Potter account manager,

I will be coming to the bank in two days' time.

Harrison James Potter-Black

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With a simple letter written and folded he walked over to Hedwig's cage where she and the Gringotts owl sat together. He looked at the black owl, "Can you take this letter back with you to Gringotts?" The owl let Harry fasten the letter to the owl's leg, hooted a goodbye to Hedwig, and then took of out the window.

Well, seems like Harry will be going to the bank sooner than he thought. Now, how to break it to the Dursley's? maybe just tell them right before he leaves?

It was two days later right after breakfast and all the Dursley's sat in the living room enjoying the show on the telly. Harry was in his least raggedy clothes, his wand in his pocket and the few sickles and knuts he had left after the shopping he did last summer, when he came down and stood in the doorway into the living room.

"Aunt Petunia?" when her eyes landed on him, he continued, "I will be going to the bank today."

Before Petunia could answer, Vernon began yelling, "BANK? YOU BETTER NOT BE THINKING YOU CAN GO AND TAKE MY HARD-EARND MONEY FROM MY ACCOUNT!!!" already a light shade of red.

Harry just looked at him, "I don't want anything to do with your money. I have my own bank account," staying as calm as possible.

Vernon just sneered, "What 'own' bank account?! Do you really think we would have housed you if you had your own money?!"

"Yes, my own bank account. In my world. Did you think my parents didn't leave me anything? I'm quite rich too, by the looks of it." Harry said frostily, lifting his chin and looking down on Vernon, sitting in a chair, from across the room.

With the last sentence the sneer on Vernon's face turned into a gleeful grin, his eyes shining maliciously. "Well, well, well. Considering we housed you for so many years its only right that we get a small amount of that money, don't we? Pay us one million pounds!"

Harry's eyes got wide in shock and anger, and suddenly he couldn't hold it, and burst out laughing. Having to hold his stomach and half doubling over, but never losing eye contact with a rapidly maroon-turning Vernon.

Finally, Harry managed to get his laugher under control. Taking a deep breath, smile vanishing, he looked at Vernon with cold eyes. "You think I, at any point, will pay you for 'housing' me?" Harry could hear the contempt and mocking in his voice.

Vernon, now looking like a moldy chestnut, was not at all happy with Harry's answer. "WE TOOK YOU IN WHEN YOU WERE LEFT AT OUR DOORSTEP!!! WE FED YOU-"

"Barely."

"-CLOTHED YOU-"

"In Dudley's old rags."

"PUT A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD-"

"In the cupboard under the stairs."

"AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US!!!"

By now, Vernon had worked his way up to an impressive purple color that could not have been healthy. He had stood up halfway through his screaming but had not moved any closer to Harry yet, but Harry had had enough.

"NO!!! YOU ARE NOT GETTING POUND OR KNUT FROM ME!!! I'M LEAVING!!!" Harry was turning and about to run down the hall and out the front door when Vernon spoke again.

"What about them?" Harry could hear the cruel smile that decorated Vernon's face.

Harry, stood sideways in the doorway, turned his eyes into the living room again. "What…?" he said quietly.

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