PROLOUGE

Once upon a time,

(A/N nevermind, tired old start)

A young boy stared rapturously at the Lords of Parliament engaged in a real and fierce parliamentary debate, the likes of which had not truly been seen in his own country for years. This young boy had political aspirations in his own country and had to stop by and see the wonders of Parliament, the Lords in their puffy white wigs, and insufferable robes firing away as if the year was 1750….But underneath, in the furtive and hidden world of wizardry, not all that much had changed

In the muggle world, the House of Lords is considered an antiquated oddity, whose existence has very effectively been questioned before, yet somehow, the government and the queen manage to let the proposals bluster and then slowly die away into the political graveyard. But Why?

Why do they dress up?

Why do is there power limited, yet they remain in existence instead of being dissolved?

The House of Lords is a bridge, an intersection, a junction, the key to history and the wizarding world. All right in front of us.

Chapter 1A very Harry situation

Privet Drive was boring as always. Routine. Inane. Banal. In short, exactly what they wanted, normal to a tee. They ignored him, he ignored them. This was of course brought about by the fear instilled in them first by Alastor "Mad-eye" Moody, and later by Harry himself after receiving his license to kill (do magic actually, not that the Dursley's recognized a difference).

It was the summer after Harry's fifth year, in which Harry's godfather had perished in the course of one of Harry's many adventures and escapades. Harry went through a long mourning process that summer, with several casualties. It was almost out of a muggle psychology book, the whole process. He had raged and stormed, cried, sulked, pouted, and generally been moody. He was pissed at being confined to this prison again, against his will. He had tried to leave both before and after getting his magic license, only to be returned by the order guards, who were there morely to act as correctional officers than to protect him. Dumbledore finally went to the extreme of blocking incoming owls and taking away Harry's faithful mail owl, Hedwig. So there he sat in early august storming about while trapped in his cell. Here is where our story begins.

August 5, six days after his birthday and 3 days after the latest escape attempt, he returned to his room after back-breaking labor. He found on the bed a regal looking letter with the seal of Gringotts. He was perplexed, Dumbledore had extensive wards up and was blocking all incoming owls, so how did this little wonder get here? Moving on with a frown, he took his wand out of a makeshift holster on his arm and ran a discreet magical scan for curses. Finding none he opened the letter.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Please accept our heartfelt condolences on your recent loss. Mr. Black was one of our largest depositors and a friend to all goblins. However in regards you, we must ask that you attend a will-reading from him, and to collect the Potter inheritance as well. Your Headmaster has adamantly tried to interfere, claiming to do so on your behalf, and has blocked any contact we have tried to initiate. Thus we have had to resort to the entirely unconventional method of sending a house-elf to deliver this letter for us.

This envelope is magical so we can communicate through it to circumvent Dumbledore's machinations. You must set an appointment to meet with us at the earliest possible time, the ministry is preparing to usurp your inheritance, and our preliminary audit shows alarming levels of theft from your inheritance. Please be assured that we take pride in our reputation as the securest place on earth, and so we are devoting an entire legion of our anti-crime unit to research the circumstances and provide you with either recovery or an answer.

Again please write back, on the reverse side of this sheet and set an appointment with us to meet. We are at your disposal, and request you meet today if possible. Dumbledore will soon detect the magic of this communiqué so it us of the utmost urgency.

Sincerely,

Ragnarok

Gringott's CEO

"Obliteration of thieves"

Two warring emotions overcame Harry, the urge to rage at Dumbledore and uncertainty in regards the goblins. Accidental magic started to arch around the room. SHIT, thought Harry, the order will be here in a minute. He quickly wrote Ragnarok a reply that said, okay get me out NOW. He placed the letter in the envelope and yelped as it literally turned blue and zipped out the window, smashing the glass on the way out.

In the street below, Mad-eye was feeling sorry for the kid. He was good, well-meaning and skilled. Last time he made a break for it, he took out all but one of the Phoenix guards, and made it as far as NYC. In fact it was only Moody that could catch him, and only then because he got the drop on him. Mad-eye was looking up at the room thinking of the kid's parents and yesteryear when he saw through his magical the discharge from a house-elf pop. This was extremely unusual and called for some casual and careful observation. After all the boy was still out front and hadn't seen the elf. Unfortunately the boy decided right then to call it a day and head inside, unknowingly forestalling Mad-eye's chance to investigate. He focused back on the room and saw a that the elf was gone. Figuring a mistake or some sinister plan that failed because the boy was outside, he relaxed for a moment.

Sometime later Mad-eye saw the flash of Harry's unstable magic accidentally flare. Realizing, belatedly that although the elf may not have left any dangerous magical objects, it could have left a dangerous muggle doodad. In his invisible cloak Mad-eye bolted (as well as a peg-legged guy can) into the house, smashing the front door and clunking up the steps to the boy's room. He opened the boy's door just in time to see a blue whizzing envelope nearly take his head of. He ducked, and while doing so watched helplessly while Harry snapped the letter right up, took out a portkey and vanished.