Dawning Realization

Summary: What if, after Harry Potter's Fight with the Basilisk, the Venom and Phoenix tears purged his body of many potions he had been forced to ingest over the Years. Potions of loyalty, intelligence suppression, magic suppression, and anger suppression. Potions to make him mold-able and controllable, to keep him on the path to light and willing to stay with the Dursley's and eventually sacrifice himself for a world that could not give a damn? Well, this is that story...

Warning: Controlling, but good intentions Dumbledore... independent Harry Potter, self serving andintelligent Harry Potter who want's nothing more then to leave the Wizarding World...

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor the first 1,100 words or so, this including the above and this. I also don't own the Bleach Anime Franchise.

Chapter One: Truth Discovered

As he sat in his bed at the Dursley's… Harry Potter Felt… Strange… As if he was getting over a head cold the effects of a lot of Pain Killers. His head was Super Clear, yet it had a slight fogginess…

This weird feeling had started ever since he started to get sick after the whole Chamber of Secrets incident. The moment he had returned to his room, his skin started to feel hot and his stomach turned. Within minutes, he was throwing everything he had eaten over the course of the last month into a toilet... Why most of it was a thick grey gunk he was unsure... but that may have been due to passing out quickly afterwards and getting a fever that lasted until he awoke.

After that point, things started to get… weird...

Harry felt different and not just due to his clear head. Whenever he did anything or looked at certain people, he felt emotions that never used to be there. For example, Harry had wanted to stun Ron after he started to gorge his stomach and tell everyone that he played a huge part in the rescue of Ginny... Harry wanted to scream that the boy had been more in the way then anything, just as he had been the year before...

His anger was not as it used to be, no longer the explosive rage it used to be, instead it was a frigid fury that filled him... He felt very calm despite his anger, something he had never experienced... Images of every nasty things Ron had said towards Hermione, his prejudice and general stupidity... his laziness and willingness to insult people... all of this flooded his brain and made him realize that he really did not want to be within ten feet of the boy.

This same effect had happened when he looked at Hagrid, McGongall, Snape and Dumbledore... However in this case, the anger was at least a thousand times greater. These... idiots had allowed so much stupidity to happen this year, did nothing to stop the abusive students as they insulted him nor did they make an attempt to protect the castle this or last year... after all three first years, two lazy ones, managed to get past defenses meant to stop Voldemort...

They were all abusive or enablers... or both and Harry wondered why he liked or obeyed any of them... What had they done to earn loyalty...?

It was at that thought that Harry wondered,... what was wrong with him? His choices over the last two years made no sense and he would have never done something like that before hand. He had, over the years, developed a very self serving and anti social personality during his time with the Dursleys. The problems of others never really meant anything to him... he stuck to himself and cared little for others... When had that changed?

Looking back, Harry realized that the changes really started after getting that stale tasting cake Mrs. Figgs had given him,... all of his memories were... fuzzy after that part, he was broody and whiny at that point. He lost a lot of his old sarcasm and boldness, becoming... kind of ignorant and lazy. He had loved to learn before and even if he was not permitted to do better then Dudley, he refused to be a moron like said pig.

More then that, Harry had always been exceptionally bright, learning had been easy for him, he was never impulsive and his memory was damn near perfect... So what had changed…

/.-.-.-.\

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."

Harry shot up in his bed as Snape's beginning speech echoed in his thoughts. Is that what happened to him? Was he bewitched... that actually would explain a lot to be honest. There were human drugs that could basically turn someone into a Zombie, make them obscenely angry or any variety of things. If Potions could regrow bones, something long thought impossible, and change him into Goyle despite the mass difference... then that would be more then possible.

Still, Harry had to wonder... Who Potioned him? He did not need to ask why, that was obvious. Someone wanted him weak and mold fitting, someone wanted him loyal to those whom really did not deserve it, such as Dumbledore and McGonagall...

Magic began to explode off of Harry as it really began to kick in… this… this was no better then rape.

Quickly regaining control over himself, Harry made his decision… he would find out who did this and out them… or he would leave the wizarding world entirely. Last year had taught him just how much everyone was a fair weather friend. He was basically on his own… No different then the rest of his life…

There was a little snag however… He had no idea what resources were available to him.

Sighing, Harry held his forehead in annoyance. "That is just one more thing I have to deal with…"

Reaching into his trunk, Harry pulled out his books and began to read. He had all of his school books for the first two years, so this should give him at least something... Perhaps he could get Dobby to take him to Diagon Alley for more books later... yes, that would do.

It was time he took his life back from whomever stole it from him... and to that end... he would do anything.

/.-.-.-.\

Harry sighs tiredly as he checked the studying off of today's 'to do list' after eating breakfast. Three days ago, when he realized what had happened, he threatened the Dursley family to permanently turn Dudley into a pig before sending him to the butcher in the mail. They fainted and quickly decided to leave him alone after he gave them fifteen reasons that he would do such, one of those things being reporting to Dumbledore.

Standing up he places the dishes in the sink and strides up the stairs to take his shrunken trunk and his satchel before heading for the attic where Dobby is less likely to be noticed by Muggles at. Arriving in the dust filled room Harry calls, "Dobby!"

CRACK!

"HARRY POTTER SIR CALLED FOR DOBBY!" His ears swivel around eagerly and he bounces on the heels of his feet.

"Calm down, being too excited may make you loose focus. You may get excited when it is reasonable though." Dobby nods with understanding as he reigns in his excitement.

"Dobby is sorry, Dobby will calm down." He says with a nervous smile.

"It is okay Dobby. Now I need you to take me to Diagon Alley. First I need to write a letter to the Potter Accountant or the Bank Manager. Can you deliver the letter to them while I wonder around Diagon Alley?" Dobby nods as Harry pulls out an old Calligraphy Pen he found in his youth in his Aunt's Petunia's stuff.

To Whomever it Concerns,

I am writing this to ask for a meeting with my account manager. I believe that people have been feeding me potions without me knowing it. Besides that I wish to know why I have not received any bank statements as I think that is something I need.

I discovered the potions when I got sick at Hogwarts and threw up grey gunk a whole bunch. After that I started to perceive things in a different manner. Then one night I had a dream of the Potions First Year Welcome Speech. I remember Snape telling us that a potions can bewitch and ensnare the mind and I think that someone may have done such to me.

I also would like to review any accounts I have and attend to any duties I may have. If any changes has been made to my accounts in any way besides better investments and school supplies money in the summer being withdrawn I would like to request that my accounts be placed on 'lock down' until I meet with you in person.

Besides that I recently remembered Griphook, the goblin who kindly escorted me to my first vault for the first time, called said vault a 'trust vault' which I believe is just for children. Because of this I need to know what vaults I have access to and to review everything done it the last ten years.

Besides this Information has been withheld from me and I want to know why. I also wish to bring charges against the teachers of Hogwarts along with Dumbledore for allowing students to harass each other, to attack each other and for giving punishments such as 'Forbidden Forest Patrol' for first years with barely any defensive spells. I can also allow you to view any memories if it is possible as I suspect that is how Dumbledore and Snape have been noticing things about me.

Sincerely,

Harry James Fleamont Potter

PS. I hope to see you soon to figure all of these things out as nearly nothing I've done in the last two years fits with the self-serving personality I developed under the abuse from my foster family, whom I also wish to sue.

Harry blows air onto the page causing it to slowly dry before he hands it to Dobby before he appears in the middle of Flourish and Blotts. Harry nods to Dobby before he begins wondering around the store. Thankfully he has his hat on and has put on contacts to change his eyes to a hazel color so not a single soul should recognize him. He quickly picks out a few books on law, runes, arithmancy, and magical creatures.

As he steps up to the counter he sees Malfoy stepping behind a curtain he thought lead to a window. Stepping into the curtain he sees a huge assortment of rare books and tomes. He quickly picks out a few on runes, arithmancy and familiars since that is an interesting topic. Going up to the register in the room he see Malfoy bartering for his own books and slowly waits while browsing a nearby shelf only to find a book on parsel magic. Shrugging he picks out the book and a few more he finds interesting. Stepping up to the counter Harry places the books onto the desk. "Can I put these on a new tab?" The man behind the desk frowns as he looks over a few of the books.

"If you can pay 137 galleons within two weeks." Harry nods and nearly says his name before deciding to simply offer his key.

"Can you identify the vault by key?" The man frowns and motions for him to show him the key. Handing the key to the man he sees him look it over before the man slips his wand down Harry's lever key adding an account for him. Looking at the name that appears when he taps the file registration sheet he grins.

"Nice doing business with you. I also have a few books your father already paid for. Your mother also put a few on the family tab if you want to read them…" Harry nods and the man quickly pulls out a huge looking trunk. Harry stares at the trunk dubiously before tapping the lid shrinking it and stuffing it into his bag with his books. Stepping out of the room he hears complaints from Narcissa Malfoy.

"I really wanted that Runes Book. It was supposed to be an earlier version without editing to make it more child friendly." She says it as if bored and Harry gets an idea before slipping his hand into his enchanted satchel and asking.

"Which runes book?" The Malfoy matron looks at him with surprise.

"I wanted One Thousand and One Runes for Enchantment to add to my collection. Plus I was hoping to study a few for my Enchantments." Reaching into his pocket thinking of the title he feels it thump against his hand as he pulls it out.

"I'll let you have this if you do me one favor. I want to ruin Dumbledore for the abuse and neglect he forced upon me. I'll send my elf to you if you swear to attempt to aid me at the least. Depending on how good you do you might get more runes books." Narcissa's eyes narrow before she subtly casts an identifying spell on him before her eyes widen drastically. She gives him a smirk and nods.

Pulling out her wand she points it in the air. "I solemnly swear to help the person in front of me as long as he abides by the offering he just made. So mote it be." A soft green glow envelopes her and she gently takes the book from him with a hint of pity in her eyes. Harry simply nods to her as Draco appears before Harry looks at him and darts out the store only to run into Dobby.

"Dobby didn't want to speak with them so Dobby waited out here. Goblin Director of Gringotts is willing to meet with Harold Sir today and even offered to cancel all of him appointments for the day to review things. Dobby was instructed to bring Harold Sir to a specific place within Gringotts where a guard will be waiting for Harold Sir." Dobby looks nervously behind him as Harry motions for him to lead the way. After several moments of wondering through the alley Harry arrives on the steps of the bank in time to see a cute thing. It is a pristine white mouse that darts behind him after exiting the nearby Knockturn Alley.

Looking down the alley he sees a man searching relentlessly through the trash and garbage for the mouse. Kneeling down he makes a soothing noise and the mouse leaps into his hand to cower. Harry slips it into his pocket and silently walks into the bank before glancing around. He decides to at least protect the adorable little mouse. Most people, including him, adore cute and adorable little things like her. 'At least I think it is a girl. I'll have the goblins check her health while I am here.' Following Dobby to an alcove hidden in shadows he looks into the alcove to find a desk of sorts.

"May the Miner keep you wealthy and the Healer keep you healthy while the Warrior keeps you and yours guarded, safe and strong, Honorable Teller." Harry blinks suddenly, he doesn't know where he got that from.

Suddenly his focus instantly returns to the goblin when he gives a response. "Aye, may the Miner make thine wealth grow in leaps and bounds while the healer makes you healthy and gives you a long life and the Warrior keeps your magic strong and potent, Honorable Human Child. Are you perhaps, the Harold James Fleamont fellow we are expecting?" Dobby nods from beside him and gives the goblin a note. The goblin takes the note and briefly reads it before pulling out a clear crystal and pressing the crystal against the parchment he places on the table.

Both stone and parchment glow a brilliant icy blue. Nodding to himself the goblin calls into a doorway causing a guard to appear and they speak momentarily. "If you will follow me, Honorable Human Child…" Harry nods to him before giving the teller a single nod of respect. Dobby takes the note back and waddles after them almost like he is nervous for some reason. Harry takes notice of his behavior and decides to get to the bottom of it.

Clearing his throat causing the guard to pause and look at him. "I need a moment but you can still stay." The goblin nods and Harry turns toward Dobby before asking. "Dobby, why are you nervous?" Dobby whines low in his throat as he clutches at his ears.

"Dobby… Dobby is worried that Dobby will lose Harry Potter Sir to some marriage contract person. Dobby adores the just and considerate Harry Potter sir and wants to be the only one to care for Harry Potter Sir. Dobby belongs to Harry Potter Sir and worries that with that contract comes more elves to care for Harry Sir." Dobby is near tears and Harry sighs this is one of the people that he knows he can trust. Kneeling next to him he pulls a handkerchief out of his bag and offers it to Dobby.

"Dobby, no one will ever replace you until at least after your death. You are my first true friend and that is a bond that cannot be broken. Nothing, not even a lover, can take away the bonds of a first true friendship. If I have to I will ensure that you are my personal assistant elf just to make you happy as everything you have done revolving around me has been for my sake alone. Nobody else can claim that they defended me for me as a friend. Understand?" Dobby hiccups as he walks forward and hugs Harry firmly around his waist partially getting his robes wet but Harry doesn't seem to mind.

After several moments of silence Dobby releases him with a devoted smile shining brighter than the sun a centimeter away. "Dobby understands… * HIC * Master is so kind… * SNIFF * Dobby appreciates it…" Harry nods as he stands before Dobby re-cleans his robes of the tears, buggers and spit that he placed there.

"I will do anything for a true friend Dobby. Think nothing of it." Turning back toward the goblin watching them attentively Harry's face flushes as he realizes that they just had a family moment in front of a stranger. "I apologize. We are ready to continue." Harry says with a nods of respect as he reigns in his control of his reactions. The goblin simply nods before beginning the trek anew knowing more about Harry than he did moments before.

/.-.-.-.\

Harry sighs somewhat tiredly. Apparently it is a good thing he decided to bring his trunk with him. The goblins have discovered that he has a working estate currently ready to live in thanks to about 3,000 elves who have remained at the Potter Ancestral Home. In fact the goblins have found that the Potter Lord's Ring has a portkey to take him there upon saying a code. "Aha! Here are the listed passwords. I shall have a copy made for your use. Also, we shall find out if any of the other numerous linage's rings have specific passwords and hand a copy of them to you. For now you only need to say 'Port Peverell Old Mansion' to get the portkey to act. Once there I would call the head elves together for a meeting to find out what needs to be done around the place."

Ragnok Royden says it from across from him as he makes a note for the page to be copied before stuffing the original list into an envelope labeled with the instructions. Placing the envelope into a tube on his desk the two of them watch as it vanishes into the tube's transport system. "I'll wait here for the full Potter Family List of Places." Ragnok nods to him as he raises an eyebrow to look at him with a tad-bit of respect in his gaze.

"You have struggled through much you should have never been forced to endure… While most would condemn you for not caring about the Wizarding World I simply am proud to have befriended such an intelligent young human. Not many have had the honor of meeting an intelligent human among the 'lesser races' of the world. I applaud you for getting so far in life." Harry stares at him for several seconds trying to find any hint of deceit of facade-like words only to find none. The goblin truly respects him and wishes for him to do well. Then he sees something.

"There is something about this whole ordeal that makes you immensely happy… What is it?" Ragnok grins a sadistic grin as he looks toward a certain file, the report of abuse and the numerous memories are in the report box and Ragnok chuckles like he was about to turn that file into a trap to kill.

His smirk is a little bit too wide and his eyes are glazed with a vindictive measure that would happily kill their target with looks alone. "Well… we goblins do not like Dumbledore. Since this undermines both him and the Wizengamot we will attest that you not be under his care while the trial be happening thus he will have no control over you in any way at all. Yakakakak!" He laughs with eyes glinting and showing imaginary images of torture and war once waged against humans. Harry shudders, the look in his eyes are one of a total insane mad-man. This proves that he cares about him as he has helped him in accomplishing a goal he has been working on.

THUNK!

Harry jumps when the tube spits out the envelope from before with a stamp on the outside with a memo saying that things about the other accounts will be sorted through shortly. Ragnok sighs as he goes back to being a sane person as if nothing had happened in the time it took to get the copies. Harry clutches his heart, the cackling and the sudden noise startled him. "Please don't scare me like that again." He says breathlessly. Ragnok smirks as he pulls the files out of the folder along with several copies from various other families tied to his own. Harry simply blinks at the sight of numerous passwords for numerous families.

"These are what we can find on such short notice. Hopefully we will be able to find the rest soon enough." Harry nods as he takes his copies before remembering the tiny mouse.

"Thank you, however, I found a tiny creature while on my way here. Do you think you can check her health or find someone who can? She is a strangely pristine white mouse." Carefully reaching into his pocket he pulls the tiny mouse out causing the goblin's eyes to widen.

The goblin snaps his fingers summoning an elf in a maid's uniform. "Minky fetch our resident Anima Medimagic expert for me." The elf bows before she vanishes to complete the task he gives her. The goblin watches the tiny thing look at him and he snaps his fingers again summoning a male elf in a butler uniform. "Please fetch some of our best cheese." The elf snaps his fingers summoning rich cheddar cheese before he offers it to him and the goblin motions toward the mouse. The elf hands the cheese to Harry who quickly feeds the mouse tiny chunks. It nibbles quite eagerly.

"How much will I owe you for her checkup and a few things that she needs, such as the cheese?" Harry says as she continues eating the chunks with precise nibbles. After she nearly eats her own weight in the cheese she lays down with her tummy full. Harry pets her head happy that she will soon be proven to be healthy or that she will receive treatment. Either one is good.

"I'm afraid that we cannot possibly charge you to heal or treat her. She is a magical mouse that few have the chance of meeting. I won't tell you the details but we are more than willing to help you figure it out with a few books that detail her kind." The director grimaces in an attempt to smile at Harry before he looks down at the mouse and gives her a frown.

KNOCK-KNOCK!

"Enter!" Ragnok calls. Seconds later and a medimagic expert is in the room coaxing the mouse onto his palm. The mouse seems intent to ignore him but eventually Harry plucks him up and looks at him carefully.

"If you want me to take you home than I would appreciate it if you would allow him to see if you are hurt anywhere. That is all he is going to do and if he hurts you intentionally I will make sure he is punished, okay?" The mouse twitches its whiskers before leaping from his hand into the goblin's hand and standing up to chatter at him. It lifts its tail to show a slightly raw place on it. The medic nods to Harry with appreciation as he pulls out some cream and offers it to the mouse. It sniffs the cream before chattering almost with excitement.

The goblin slowly uses various methods to check for other wounds to find something surprising. "The only problem she might have is a miscarriag due to running around a lot." The mouse tears up and Harry feels that she is going to cry.

"I'll pay for the best medicines to help ensure that the babies are not as likely to be born still. I believe that if she is as special as you say than she might need to have those babies and healthy too. I doubt anyone would want their baby to be born dead, human or not. So I'll try to prevent it when I can and I believe I can here." The goblins watch as the mouse becomes chipper and reaches for Harry. He picks her up and she sniffles before she looks up at him and chatters in a simple English accent.

"Will 'Arry bond with Celestia?" She asks. Harry blinks at her and remembers that sometimes a human could hear the voice of a magical being if they wanted to bond in any way.

"I'd be happy to be your partner. But I want one think in return. I want you to try to accept the medical attention to help ensure that your babies survive. Okay?" She chatters rapidly before she nibbles on his skin. Harry feels the rush of power before his senses get wider spread in the ability to determine where people are at. Harry looks up at the goblins knowing that he has to protect her from all harm. After getting some medications from the goblin Harry decides to ask. "Is it safe to use a portkey with her?" They both look at each other.

Director Ragnok whistles shrilly causing a few guards to enter the room. "Please escort Lord Potter to guest suite Alpha 49. He is to stay until his Celestia has given birth to her babies." The goblins look at the tiny mouse who seems cautious of them and they bow to Harry with respect causing her to chirp at them oddly enough.

"Lord Potter, if you will follow us…" Harry stands and picks his trunk back up and offers his hand for a shake to Ragnok.

"I appreciate your kindness. I will not leave the debt unpaid and I will make sure to have a reasonable offer for you by tomorrow." The director nods to him as he releases his hand and Harry begins following after the guard feeling slightly different. After traveling out of the office and to a suite Harry decides to ask for a favor. "Excuse me, do you have a tailor I can pay to help me out? My relatives gave me their son's over sized clothes." The goblin looks at him curiously. He nods to him before snapping his fingers summoning a tiny elf. Harry then realizes that Dobby vanished on him for some reason.

"Tinky will help tailor your clothes. If you so wish we can search through your vaults for some more cloth for you to choose from. We can also have clothes made from scrap. Tinky, while you are at it would you begin teaching him a few things about his station as a Lord to a Noble House?" Tinky nods to him before Dobby reappears with a few bolts of cloth. Dobby hands them to Tinky and sits to the side anxiously waiting for him to continue his goal. Harry simply sighs knowing that it will be a while before they finish. Looking down at his mouse he imagines seeing her with a vest on.

"Tinky, would you be willing to sew a vest or dress for Celestia?" The elf pauses before looking down at the mouse who simply stands there with hopeful eyes pleading with the elf to do so. Tinky nods as she continues sewing for Harry.

/.-.-.-.\

THREE DAYS LATER

/.-.-.-.\

Harry softly rubs Celestia's ear as he reads his law book before he senses something off. Looking down at Celestia he curses under his breath. "Dobby!" The elf appears in his new uniform and sees that Celestia is going into labor. He pops away as Harry places her on the nearby pillow to rest on as her contractions hit her hard. Seconds later and Dobby reappears with the Medimagic expert who tended to her a few days ago. Harry dashes into the next room and grabs a damp washcloth before darting back into the room in time to find three baby mice chattering at Celestia. Harry carefully picks up the smallest and wipes her clean of blood before repeating the process with the other babies. After the three are born and clean Harry places them on a pillow together and carefully washes the sweat and blood off Celestia. Harry then realized something as he watches Celestia sit there in his hands still as a statue. She died…

Harry carefully offers a prayer to the deity who may have helped him to find her before he picks up her babies swearing to protect them mentally.