A/N: I'm sorry that it took so long but life has been really busy. Please review it helps tremendously. Now on a less pleasant matter. If you are going to leave a review don't tell me you are going to delete me from your favorites. I could care less. I do this because I like to read. Not only that but for those of you who haven't written your own fanfiction maybe you should try cause its harder then it looks. So don't threaten me or tell me that my story is bad because I don't care.

A decrepit looking man slowly hobbled up the stairs to Gringotts. Reaching the top and walking through a black door with gold trimmings he quickly moved to a goblin.

"Goblin, I have business to attend to with the Potter account manager," The man snarled as he fingered his wand.

"Do you have an appointment?" The goblin asked hostilely. The man gave a negative and the goblin began to berate him for wasting his time when the man bent down and snarled in his ear.

"How much do you value your life, goblin? Get me an appointment or ill see to it that it ends painfully soon," The goblin just then noticed that the wand was pointed at his midsection as he began to lead the man down a hall to the right. Soon they reached a large door that seemed to go on forever. The door was of the blackest marble that it would swallow you up and never let you out. On it the Potter crest stood blazing like the sun.

Walking up he quickly rapped on the door several times until it opened and a wizened old goblin answered.

"Come in, Come in my dear boy! There is so little to discuss and so much time," The goblin had just started to walk with the man in tow when he stopped "Strike that flip it. Now come along Mr. Potter," The mans eyes immediately became sheets of ice and he swiftly raised his finger and pointed it at the goblin. Griphook the door had said.

"I'm warning you, if you make one wrong move I won't hesitate to kill you," Harry snarled. Griphook just laughed before he began to speak.
"Please Mr. Potter, if I had meant to harm you I would not have waited so long. Now please put your finger down; you look like an idiot with your finger pointed like that," Damn, Harry thought, I need to get a wand and soon. Letting his hand drop he plopped into an empty chair and began to stretch, but still kept his guard up.

"How did you know it was me?" Harry asked calmly while looking for a way out incase things took a turn for the worse.

"The wards on my office allow me to see through glamour's," The goblin chuckled.

"I see," Was all Harry said "What is it you wanted to discuss with me?"

"Well first of all it would seem that your parents will has now been executed and you are the heir to their family, receiving everything they owned,"

"How did you know I was alive?" Harry asked threateningly.

"Gringotts has far more advanced life-monitoring spells then your pitiful excuse for a ministry does. We knew that you would eventually come back, but in following your parents will we did not disclose this information and said you had died,"

"Wait! My parents knew this would happen!"

"It would appear so. Now may I ask what other business you may have?" after several mints of Harry processing this information Griphook was starting to get amused "Flies Mr. Potter flies. Now do you have any other business" Griphook asked after Harry closed his mouth.

"Yes, I would like to test for my right to heirs of other families by either blood or magic." As he said this Griphook's eyes widened. It was rare and very dangerous to test this way.

"You do understand that if you are not chosen for a family you could die, correct?"

"Yes, I know."

"Very well then," He left only to return with a two pieces of parchment and a knife. "I need you to cut your palms and place them on these two pieces of parchment until they are filled with your blood." After waiting a few mints before the two parchments were soaked there was a flash and the papers became golden with silver script appearing on the front. Griphook took the papers carefully as if they were glass before dropping them in shock. Harry, thinking there was something wrong, quickly snatched the papers and began to read.

Heir test for Harry James Potter

Potter Line by blood

Hufflepuff Line by blood

Gryffindor Line by blood

Evan Line by blood

Ravenclaw Line by blood

Slytherin Line by blood

Merlin Line by blood

Rosewood Line by magic

Malfoy Line by magic

Grindelwald Line by magic

Dumbledore Line by magic

Harry dropped the paper in shock. He was a heir to over five different bloody lines!

"Griphook their has to have been a mistake! I can't be related to this many family's." Harry all but yelled.

"Mr. Potter there has been no mistake. You are know Harry James Evan-Merlin-Rosewood-Dumbledore-Potter in full. I will escort you to your vaults in just a moment, if that is what you wish." He then wrote down a few notations before standing up. "If you will follow me, please."

"I would prefer to go to the Potter family vault today, and explore the others at another time. I would also like to know if there is a way to make purchases without keeping a large amount of gold on my person, and if it will work in the muggle world."

"That can be arranged Mister Potter. For a fee of course," He grinned and snapped his fingers. A small card appeared hovering over his fingers. "I trust you are familiar with a credit card?"

A few hours later, Harry was a few galleons poorer and one familiar richer. Thanking about his new familiar brought a smile to his face, even as he noticed the way his canine teeth began to get a bit sharper, nearing the end of his transformation. He would have to get out of the sunlight for now until he knew how his body would react to it.

FLASHBACK

Harry walked to the back of the vault. Not really knowing what he was headed for, but hearing call from something. As he passed through a set of doors that were surrounded by two columns of dragons he saw a large area full of eggs. Looking around he saw a large tome on a pedestal that, after further inspection had a list of all the creatures in the room and what their properties were. Along with this was a letter that was sitting on top of it. Picking it up he began to read and felt tears fall down his face.

Our dear Harry

Harry, our son, if you are reading this then it means the worst has come and we are dead. Please do not feel sorry for us. You will se us sooner then you expect. In this room are millions of creatures, some magical some normal. Every Potter is brought here at the age of fifteen to receive his familiar. Listen to your feelings, they will guide you. No one knows what their familiar will be until it hatches. Follow your instincts, Harry. They won't lead you astray.

With our love,

Lily and James Potter, your parents

END FLASHBACK

He then stalked out and looked at the sun.

It was getting high in the sky and his skin was starting to itch. Walking down the ally towards the leaky cauldron he was getting more worried as he saw a crowd in the way. He began to push through it until he was in the almost half way through, nut in the center was the one person he really didn't want to see (barring Voldemort); Ronald Weasly