One More Time

Summary: AU summer before Harry's fourth year. Rated M for language, violence, and sexual situations. Harry Potter/Fleur Delacour pairing. Dumbledore bashing, Weasley bashing. The story starts July 31, 1994 before the Triwizard Tournament. Powerful Harry, smart Harry takes no crap.

Disclaimer: All characters and any plot you recognize belong to J. K. Rowling's universe. It is her universe and I only play in it as a hobby. I make nothing from it other than the pleasure of putting my ideas out here. The only thing I own is the plot of this story and any new people or creatures I add.

AN: I would like to thank the author PotterFanChuck for allowing me the honor to continue on with his story and bring it back from the ashes of discontinued stories. Just before it got kicked off this site I was able to get him to allow me to continue the story.

"Gobbledegook"

[Foreign Language]

'Thoughts'

{Mind Speak}

/"Parseltongue"/

(I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good) = beginning of M rated scene

(Mischief Managed) = end of M rated scene

£20 = 20 GBP (British Pound Sterling) 1 Galleon = £50

"Justice is best served by a 40 caliber or above."

Chapter One – The Beginning

(May 2, 1998 – 1:35 A.M.)

Harry Potter entered the Forbidden Forest with avatars of his parents, Sirius, and Remus at his side knowing he was about to die in order to save his friends. This must happen so that Voldemort could be killed for good this time. He was sad that he was leaving his friends behind but at the same time he was happy that he would be joining his family. At last, he saw Voldemort and his minions around a large fife.

"My lord, I was wondering if Potter is really going to show up?" one of the Death Eaters asked.

"I was so sure that he would come here to save his friends, but apparently I was wrong," Voldemort said.

"No Tom Marvolo Riddle you were right after all you bloody fucking half-blood coward. And all you Death Eaters, how does it feel to serve a half-blooded bastard? His mother was so inbred and ugly that she had to use a Love Potion in order to shag his father who, by the way, was a rich Muggle nobleman. Then, the crazy bitch quits using the Love Potion when she became pregnant, and his father ran away and left her. The joke is on all of you who kiss his robes and arse, and hope that he doesn't Crucio your low life arses into insanity. All of you are nothing but a bunch of low life fools, who are to fucking blind to see the truth get on with it, Tom. The fiery depths of hell are waiting and calling out for you."

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted.

Harry smiled as the green beam of magic approached him. The Death Eaters who saw this shuddered, something wasn't right here and Harry seemed to know it. Why would he sacrifice himself? Harry closed his eyes as the curse hit him. He heard the sound of whooshing death then his world went blank.

(Between Worlds)

Harry's eyes suddenly fluttered open. He was nude on a cold stone floor and his glasses were gone, but he found that he didn't need them. He wished he had clothes, and they appeared. He put the robes on and found that they were warm. He looked around at his surroundings and saw what looked a bit like Kings Cross Station with a thick fog that hung near the floor. After a few minutes of standing there he saw a man and woman approaching him.

'I hope my parents are coming for me.' he thought.

That was not to be since Harry saw that the pair was too old to be his parents.

"Harry, I am Myrddin Emrys and this is my mate Circe. Come sit with us, we have things to say, and you have something to decide on."

"Merlin?"

"Yes, boy I am he."

Three overstuffed chairs appeared in a triangle, and the three of them sat down as tea appeared on a table between them. When the three of them were comfortable then each reached for the tea on the table.

"Harry, we are currently between worlds. You are not alive, but you are not dead either. Voldemort's soul part is gone as is the binding on your magical core. You're a powerful wizard Harry, at least equal to me. I find it amazing what you could do with only twenty-five percent of your magic available for you to use. Now, here is what we offer, if you decide to go back, we will train you, but if you decide not to go back the training would be pointless and time wasted." Merlin said after taking a sip of tea.

"If I go back, what will I remember?"

"You will remember everything, Harry. All that has happened plus the training you will receive. You won't be a god or an all powerful all knowing being, Harry. But, you will be more powerful than Myrddin, Dumbledore, and Tom Riddle combined. But, do not be foolish young man as you can still be killed if you go back." Circe said.

"At what point will I go back?" Harry asked.

"Harry, you will go back to your fourteenth birthday. You need to meet and connect with you soul mate Fleur Delacour. Remember you met her about three of your years ago. You failed spectacularly. You had a chance with her and let it slip right through your hands. You look at age all wrong. Quit looking at the present and think of the future. What is a two to four year difference at age twenty-five or older? Yes granted at age fourteen, three years seems like a lot of difference but is it a lot at twenty-five, I think not. And young man there will be no goofing around in classes this time. Yes we will teach you a lot of things but you professors can as well. Forget about what others think and just do your best. If your friends can't handle the fact that you do better than them, are they really friends? You have a brain so use it for studying not daydreaming or playing chess and Quidditch." Circe told him.

"At age fourteen my fourth year was coming up along with the Triwizard Tournament. I suppose I should get to know Fleur a bit better this time around." Harry stated.

"I told you he had a brain, Circe. So, you have decided to go back, Harry?" Merlin asked.

"Yes Merlin, perhaps I can stop some deaths from happening this time, on top of that Voldemort is not dead yet. Others could still die by the Death Eaters hands, and they need to be stopped." Harry said with conviction.

"All right then, the first things you will learn are physical training, mind magic, and wandless magic. What wizards call 'accidental magic' is simply wandless magic. In the old days, this was taught in most homes and later at Hogwarts. It is still taught in the Colonies. However, it takes time and practice to get it right. Harry, once you learn to control it wandless casting can be more powerful and cover a wider area than a wand with much fewer movements. You already know non-verbal casting, but you will need to use your wand in classes or at least pretend too. Remember Harry that in the grand scheme of things wands are relatively new. Yes, they help focus your magic but wandless magic can save your life. You will have a growth spurt that fixes you eyes and body. I think five foot seven should be about right at your age. Each birthday you will grow another inch or so until you reach seventeen. Then you'll grow some more and add more weight." Circe told him.

They appeared on a warm island in the Bermuda Triangle near a large manor house.

"This is Marauder Isle, Harry. It belongs to you. That reminds me, you need to go to the bank when you get back and demand a reading of your parent's wills. That should have been done shortly after your eleventh birthday. Now, let us get settled, and you can run two miles on the beach to start. Then we will show you some daily exercises to strengthen your body without the bulk that comes with heavy weight training. You want flexibility, and speed not bulk." Merlin told him.

Each morning began with a run, and then calisthenics and cardio exercises were next. After a shower came breakfast, and mind magic. Harry would learn Occlumency, and then Legilimency. The first one was to organize his memories, order his thoughts and protect his mind, and the second to be able to pick up threats and enter another person's mind. One result of Occlumency was his near total recall of what he read. He also noticed that his reading speed had increased tremendously. Harry developed a love for reading a book while listening to classical music. Circe taught him how to dance in both the old ways as well as the new ways. He was surprised to discover he really liked country music from the U.S. radio stations in Florida. Quite often Harry could be heard humming the song 'I Will Always Love You' by Dolly Parton. After a good duel with Merlin, Harry got to go to a concert in Miami that included Dolly Parton. He redoubled his effort hoping to get to go to other concerts.

Circe taught him magical theory, convincing him that he could control his magic and will it to respond to his thinking of what he wanted done. The real boon was her teaching of Potions and Transfiguration. Merlin taught him Combat magic, Shifting, control over his Metamorphmagus ability and other special abilities, Fading, Apparation and other forms of magical travel.

"Wand waving and incantations take too much time, Harry. Think what you want done and let your magic go, and it will be done. Now, wands do have a use. They are good for focusing your power and fine detail work. But, to rely on something that can be broken is foolish, Harry." Circe told him for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Lastly, Harry learned languages. It was by far the easiest of his studies since it was a mind-to-mind transfer of knowledge from Merlin to himself. In addition to proper English, he learned Celtic, Latin, French, German, Spanish, Arabic, Bulgarian, Chinese, Japanese, Gobbledegook, Elfin, and Mermish. He spoke to several snakes on the island and found out that most reptiles understood it as well. It was this discovery that led him to believe that he could speak to Dragons. With that in mind he Apparated to the Dragon Preserve in Romania and found out that he was correct.

(Dragon Preserve, Romania)

/"Lady Horntail, will you speak with me please?"/

/"I am called Amanda young speaker, and you are?"/

/"Lady Amanda, I am Harry Potter. I came here to see if I could use my Parseltongue ability to speak with Dragons. In addition I need to warn you of what will happen to your kind this coming year, dear lady."/

/"I suspect it is about this tournament that the unwashed two legged ones speak of. They do not think we understand them, but we do. We just chose to ignore their wishes."/

/"They will use some of you for the first task and place a golden metal egg in their nest. Do you enjoy a good prank?"/

/"Of course, Harry. What do you have in mind?"/

/"What if those going…"/

/"Oh Harry, that is a good idea. I like it a lot."/

/"I thought you might. I am the son of a Marauder, and pranking is in my blood. Our professors at school still shudder if the Marauders are ever mentioned, and it has been over fifteen years since they left school."/

/"Thank you, young Harry I like you. If you are ever in need of help just call my name and I will be there and will help you any way I can."/

/"Thank you, Lady Amanda, I really appreciate that. There is a large island in the Bermuda Triangle that I own, and you are welcome there. I will free you at the end of the first task if you will fly me around the school grounds. I may bring a young lady with me also."/

/"Perhaps after one circle around the grounds we might stop and offer her a ride instead, Harry."/

/"Thank you, Lady Amanda, I like it. I'll see you in November. Stay well, Amanda. I like you as well."/ Harry said before he Apparated back to the island.

(Marauders Isle)

Back on Marauders Isle Harry told Merlin and Circe about what he had done, and they loved it.

Soon the last day of training arrived. Harry was sad to leave but he knew that it must be done.

"Will I be able to contact you after I go back?"

"Only in your mind, Harry. We cannot go to the Mortal world unless we're allowed to. It might happen in extreme cases, but it rarely does. You have worked very hard and now it is time to put all that you have learned to use. We are very proud of you, Harry. Now, when you get back don't forget to go to the bank, and remember that wandless magic can't be tracked by your Ministry of Magic." Merlin said.

Circe hugged Harry, who hugged her back.

"We will miss you also, but you will be back when it is your time. You may want to get a custom wand from Knockturn Alley. It will have no trace or Tracking Charms on it. The shop is located at number thirteen Knockturn Alley. The wand maker's name is Stanley Griffin. Tell him that Emrys sent you, and he will do as you ask. Be well, and stay smart, young Harry." Circe said.

(July 31, 1984)

Harry woke up with someone pounding on his door.

"Get us and fix breakfast you freak lay about." Petunia Dursley yelled.

"Fuck you, you bitch. Fix your own damn breakfast if you want one. If I fix your meals, you'll never know if I've poisoned them or not. Rat poison is undetectable you know." Harry said back.

"Vernon, did you hear what the freak said to me?" Petunia asked her husband.

"I'll beat him when I finish shaving. It's time to stop this foolishness, and stomp it out of him." Vernon said from the bathroom.

"You fat arse bastard, come near me and I will break every bone in your fucking body and leave you to heal the normal way. That's not a threat it's a promise." Harry said.

Harry blew the door open knocking Petunia against the far wall.

"They will expel you from school for that little trick, and then we will throw you out of here." Petunia screamed.

"In your dreams you bitch. I didn't use my wand, and they can't detect my magic. I will spend the rest of the summer here if I wish, and you will leave me alone. But be warned, if I find out from the bank today that you have been paid to care for me, I'll demand every cent returned with interest." Harry said as he stepped into the hallway.

Dudley picked the wrong time to try to grab Harry. Harry quickly turned around and grabbed his cousin's hand and bent it back breaking his wrist, causing Dudley to scream in pain. When Harry released his hand, Dudley cradled his wrist, whimpering in pain.

"Fuck with me Dudders and I'll give you pain like you can't believe and I assure you that no doctor will be able to help you. Do you understand me?" Harry asked.

Dudley nodded his head as he whimpered slightly in pain.

"Say it, Dudley. I want to hear you say the words so I can be sure that you really do understand me. Oh, by the way, just so you know, my chores are yours now to do and do them you will, broken wrist or not. Do you understand?" Harry asked again.

"I understand, Harry." Dudley said.

"Good, Dudders. Now, Piers and your little gang of bullies had better change your ways. If you don't, broken bones will be the least of your worries, of that I can assure you. Got it little boy?"

"Y… Y… Yes, Harry." Dudley stammered out.

It was then that Vernon came storming down the hall only to be blown against the back wall by Harry. Harry then conjured fire in his hands and looked over at Vernon.

"Vernon, would you like this house burnt to the ground and loose all of your precious stuff?" Harry asked his Uncle menacingly.

"No." Vernon said.

"No what? Say the magic word, Vernon."

"No, please don't."

"Good. You're not as dumb as you look. Now, get your fat lard arse up and get ready for work. I meant what I said earlier, if you so much as lay a finger on me, I will break every fucking bone in your damn body and leave you to heal the normal way." Harry said as the fire in his hands disappeared before he continued. "You will all call me Harry from now on. If you say the word freak in this house again then the fire department will not even be able to save this place. Other than meals, we will stay away from each other for the rest of the summer. I see no reason to talk about this any further. Oh yes, I almost forgot about Marge. Trust me, I had better not see that damn lard ass anywhere near this house. If I do, both her and you will regret it. When I leave here for good, the wards around this house will begin to deteriorate and then fail completely. By this time next summer, the wards will be completely gone. When that happens, you will be in a great amount of danger. The best thing for you to do would be for you to move and change your identity. Voldemort's followers, the Death Eaters are killers, rapists, and sadists. Personally, I don't really fucking care what they might do to you should they find you, but my Mum might, so you have been warned." Harry paused and looked at his Aunt and noticed that she didn't believe him so he continued. "Petunia, if you don't believe me, just ask Mrs. Figg to contact Dumbledore for you, and I'm sure he can explain it to you. Now, I'm going to take a shower. I want three eggs, two sausages, four slices of bacon, and three pieces of toast." Harry informed his Aunt.

Harry went to the bathroom to take a shower all the while smirking at the looks on his 'relatives' faces.

'That was just so priceless." Harry thought as he closed the bathroom door.

After Harry finished his shower he went back to his room, got dressed, and headed downstairs. The three Dursleys were shocked when he walked into the kitchen in black pants, white shirt, and blue blazer. He walked to the table, ran his hand across his food and smiled.

"Good, there's no poison, it's warm, and cooked just right. Thank you, Aunt Petunia. By the way, if you have any pictures of my parents, I would appreciate seeing them. I can copy them and start my own photo album. Oh, another thing I forgot to mention earlier, I can detect lies and threats by your aura. I could very easily invade you mind if I wished and make you do anything I wanted you to do. But that's a horrible thing to do to someone. So, as long as you follow my directions we will get along just fine for the next month." Harry said as he finished his breakfast, got up, and simply faded away.

(Gringotts)

Harry appeared between the two main doors at Gringotts Bank. He opened the doors in front of him, went into the bank, and stopped at the Information Desk.

"Good day, Mr. Clawhook. I am Harry Potter, and I would like to see the person who can read me my parents' will, and if it's at all possible, I would also like to see the one who handles the Potter account please. That is if it's not too much trouble." Harry said in flawless Gobbledegook.

The shocked Goblin sent a message off and then looked at Harry.

"One moment, Mr. Potter. I would like to thanks you for the respect you have shown towards us. Not many wizards do that." Clawhook said.

"Mr. Clawhook, many wizards don't respect their own kind let alone anyone or anything else. However, it is my belief that all beings, magical or not, deserve respect until they show otherwise by word or action."

Just then an older looking Goblin walked up to the desk.

"Lord Potter, Director Ragnok wishes to speak with you, sir." the Goblin said and Harry nodded.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Clawhook. May your gold flow like water in a mountain stream, and may your enemies fall at your feet."

"Thank you once more for the respect you show, Mr. Potter. May your gold grow like wild flowers in the meadow, and may your enemies heads roll by your hand."

Harry then turned and followed the older Goblin. After a winding trip through several halls, they arrived at a large mahogany double door. The Goblin knocked on the doors once and a voice from behind the doors granted permission to enter.

Harry was shown into the room, and then the messenger bowed to a Goblin sitting behind a cherry wood desk and left the office.

"Mr. Potter, I am Ragnok, Director of Gringotts Bank. Please have a seat." Ragnok said motioning to a very comfortable looking chair in front of his desk, in which Harry sat in. "I must voice my surprise that it has taken so long for you to come here. Normally, this would have been done shortly after you turned eleven."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Director Ragnok. I'm sorry it's taken me so long for me to get this done. I have just recently found out about this and came as soon as I could, Director Ragnok. Also, please call me Harry, Mr. Potter sounds like my father and that makes me feel old." Harry said with a small smirk on his lips.

Ragnok chuckled slightly at this.

"Very well Harry, please call me Ragnok. Your magical guardian should have brought you here on your eleventh birthday. We will be checking in to that for you."

"Who is my magical guardian?"

"Albus Dumbledore."

"Bullshit." Harry mumbled quietly under his breath.

"I'm sorry; I didn't hear you, Harry."

"Dumbledore has done nothing but make my life very miserable. How in Hell can he be my magical guardian?"

"He is the magical guardian of all school age magicals that don't have a parent or guardian."

"Exactly how long has he been my guardian?"

"Since November second, 1981, Harry."

"We can talk about that later. I would like to read my parents' wills first. If that's alright with you?"

"It's quite alright. If I might suggest something, Harry. If you will give me six drops of blood, I will run an heir test for you. This will show any titles, vaults, or properties that you might own. Your mother was going to do this, but you and your family went into hiding shortly after you were born, and she did not feel that is was safe to bring you here."

"That sounds like a very good idea. What do I need to do for this test?"

"Just place your finger in this depression on my desk. You will feel a stick, but when you lift your finger it will be healed."

Harry did as Ragnok instructed then read the wills of his parents that Ragnok handed him.

The Last Will and Testament of James Charlus Potter

October 21, 1981

I, James Charlus Potter, being of sound mind and body do hereby declare this as my last will and testament. All previous wills are to be null and void.

To Sirius Orion Black, I leave Harry in your care with 1,000 Galleons per month to care for his needs. In addition, I leave you one million Galleons. Find a wife Paddy and grow up. Take care of Harry and teach him the ways of a Marauder.

To Remus John Lupin, I leave you one million Galleons and task you to help Paddy in raising Harry and teaching him your appreciation of books. He can do that and be a Marauder as you were my friend.

To Lily Marie Evans-Potter, I leave all of my worldly goods including monies, stocks, bonds, properties, and vaults. She is to maintain my personal possessions and pass them to Harry James Potter on his eleventh birthday.

Lily, I love you more than life itself. The happiest two days of my life was the day you said yes to marry me and June 3, 1977, the day we got married. Unfortunately, we did not have enough time together in this life, but then again, eternity would not be enough for me to love you.

In the event that Lily passes before I do, then the following becomes effective immediately:

To my son, Harry James Potter, I leave all titles, monies, stocks, bonds, properties, and vaults in addition to my personal possessions. I declare him emancipated at 0001 hours on July 31, 1994 with all rights and privileges of adulthood. Harry, this is a responsibility that is not to be taken lightly. Now, you can do magic anytime and place you need to my son.

Harry, you Mum and I love you very much. Obviously, if you are reading this, I have passed on. Your mother does not trust Dumbledore. I believe she is right and I should have listened to her sooner. Keep your friends close but keep you enemies even closer so you can watch them. We didn't do that. If you run into him, Peter Pettigrew was our Secret Keeper, not Sirius.

It is my desire that the witnesses who sign this will in the order of precedence raise Harry James Potter. Under no condition is he to go to Vernon and Petunia Dursley. Those horrible people have no idea what love is and they hate anything to do with magic. Harry is to be raised in a magical home and taught how to take up his station in the world.

Signed James Charlus Potter

October 21, 1981

Witnessed by:

Lily Marie Evans-Potter

Sirius Orion Black

Remus John Lupin

Frank Neville Longbottom

Alice Megan Longbottom

Andromeda Sally Tonks

Amelia Susan Bones

Minerva McGonagall

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

'That old son of a goat humping bitch went against my father's wishes. Merlin, help me not to nail his bony arse to the wall when I see him next.' Harry thought in anger.

Harry and Ragnok sat in silence while Harry composed himself and wiped away the tears that had fallen from his eyes. He handed his father's will back to Ragnok then began to read his mother's will.

The Last Will and Testament of Lily Marie Evans-Potter

October 21, 1981

I, Lily Marie Evans-Potter, being of sound mind and body do hereby declare this as my last will and testament. All previous wills are to be null and void.

To Sirius Orion Black, I leave Harry in your care with 1,000 Galleons per month to care for his needs. In addition, I leave you one million Galleons. Find a wife Siri and grow up. Take care of Harry and teach him the ways of a Marauder as his father wishes.

To Remus John Lupin, I leave you one million Galleons and task you to help Sirius in raising Harry and teaching him your appreciation of books. He can do that and be a Marauder as you were my friend.

To James Charlus Potter, I leave all of my worldly good including monies, stocks, bonds, properties, and vaults. He is to maintain my personal possessions and pass them to Harry James Potter on his eleventh birthday.

James, I love you more than life itself. The happiest two days of my life was the day you asked me to be you wife and June 3, 1977, the day we got married. Unfortunately, we did not have enough time together in this life, but then again, eternity would not be enough for me to love you. It is unfortunate I was unable to have other children, as we both wanted so much.

In the event James passes before I do, then the following becomes effective immediately:

To my son, Harry James Potter, I leave all titles, monies, stocks, bonds, properties, and vaults in addition to my personal possessions. I declare him emancipated at 0001 hours July 31, 1994 with all rights and privileges of adulthood. Harry, this is a responsibility that is not to be taken lightly. Now, you can do magic anytime and place you need to my son.

Harry, your Father and I love you very much. Obviously, if you're reading this I have passed on. I do not trust Dumbledore, and I believe he is a manipulative old fool. He always spouts on and on about the so called 'Greater Good', but whose greater good? I believe it is his greater good, and no one else matters. Your Dad says to keep your friends close but keep your enemies even closer so you can watch them. Harry, that's good advice to remember son. If you run into him, Peter Pettigrew was our Secret Keeper, not Sirius.

It is my desire that the witnesses who sign this will in the order of precedence raise Harry James Potter. Under no condition is he to go to Vernon and Petunia Dursley. Petunia is my half sister who hates me and calls me a freak because I can do magic. I firmly believe that she would abuse Harry. So, under no circumstance should he be placed there. He will be better off in an orphanage than with them. Those horrible people have no idea what love is, and they hate anything to do with magic. Harry is to be raised in a magical home and taught how to take up his station in the world.

Signed Lily Marie Evans-Potter

October 21, 1981

Witnessed by:

James Charlus Potter

Sirius Orion Black

Remus John Lupin

Frank Neville Longbottom

Alice Megan Longbottom

Andromeda Sally Tonks

Amelia Susan Bones

Minerva McGonagall

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

It took Harry five minutes to stop the tears from falling this time. He handed his mother's will back to the now furious looking Goblin.

"Ragnok, do I have sufficient funds to hire a law firm?" Harry asked.

"Actually, you have one, Harry. It is Tonks, Tonks, and Mitchell, and they are as good as you can find. May I send for them?"

"Yes, please do."

Ragnok pushed a button on his desk and a Goblin walked in. Ragnok then told the Goblin to send a summons to the Tonks, Tonks and Mitchell Law Firm to come see him at their earliest convenience. The Goblin nodded, bowed, and left the office to send the summons. When the Goblin left, Ragnok turned his attention back to Harry, who was sitting quietly.

"Now, how about we talk about your heir test results Lord Potter-Pendragon-Emrys-Gryffindor while we wait?"

"What?"

"Harry, the results are quite clear and unquestionable. Moreover, there are special directions for the bank to follow in case in heir is found. From your father's side of the family, you are the heir of Godric Gryffindor as well as the Potter heir. On your mother's side of the family, you are the heir of Arthur Pendragon and Myrddin Emrys. You probably know them as King Arthur and Merlin Ambrosius. Now, I will need about one week to determine the value of all eight of your vaults. However, you have thirty thousand Galleons in your individual trust vault 687. In addition to that, as of December thirty-first, 1981, the Potter Family Vault, number 12, was worth fifty-eight million Galleons. It should be significantly more than that due to interest. This does not include the value of your stocks and bonds. Before we go any further, I need to ensure that the family rings recognize you as the heir." Ragnok said as four boxes appeared on his desk, which he opened before he continued. "This is the Potter Family ring. It goes on your right hand index finger."

Harry took the offered ring and slipped it on his finger. His magic aura flared as the ring resized to fit his finger.

"This is the Pendragon Family ring. It goes on your left hand index finger."

Harry slipped the ring on and his magic aura flared once more but only for a little bit longer this time than the last as it resized.

"This is the Emrys Family ring. It goes on the second finger of your left hand, Harry."

This time when Harry slipped the ring on his finger his magic aura flared for close to three minutes as it resized. Ragnok leaned back in his chair in surprise, which he quickly hid and continued his task.

"This is the Gryffindor Family ring. It goes on the second finger of your left hand."

Harry slipped the ring on his finger and his magic aura flared once more but for less than a minute as it resized.

"May I read the banks special instructions starting with the Pendragon directions, Harry?"

"Yes, please do, Ragnok."

"To my heir I, Arthur Pendragon, leave you emancipated at age thirteen along with the title Prince of Avalon. I grant thee permission to try and remove Excalibur from the stone in vault number 1. If you are successful my heir, I declare you son of Arthur, and King of Avalon with all rights and privileges thereto. Holding the sword in your right hand and thinking Avalon, it will take you there young heir. The most important thing I leave you is this bit of advice; find your mate early in life as she has half of your soul just as you have half of hers. Only with her can you be truly happy and content. Together you are a team, and will be a force to be reckoned with. She is to you as Guinevere was to me. May you live long, prosper, and rule wisely my son."

"Wow, I don't believe this, Ragnok. This is incredible. How is this possible?"

"It is magic, Harry. Very old magic, which has been long forgotten by wizard kind but not by the Goblins. Now, I'll read the instructions from Myrddin Emrys. That is if you are ready."

"I'm not sure that I am but let's just pretend that I am."

Ragnok nodded and began reading the instructions.

"I, Myrddin Emrys, also known as Merlin Ambrosius, do hereby grant emancipation to my heir at the age of thirteen. I grant him or her access to vaults number 2 and 3 at Gringotts and the title Friend of Goblins. Take this title to heart, young heir and treat them as you wish to be treated. They make great and strong friends, but they are also vicious enemies. Learn their ways, as they will be willing to teach you if you wear my ring. Seek out their counsel and listen to what they advise in both investments and life. Beware of one you think of as a friend. He has most probably forsaken you once and will do it again. Do not give him the third chance my heir, as it will definitely cause you harm in the end. I leave you the ownership rights over Hogwarts and the surrounding lands. Everything on those lands belongs to you my heir. The castle will recognize the ring you wear and the wards along with the castle's loyalty will shift to you. You will only need to visit the castle one day every three years after the wards shift to you to fully charge the wards. To add new wards all you have to do is ask Cassandra, which is Lady Hogwarts real name, to do so and it will be done. Pay no heed to any group or person that think that they own or run the school. If you don't want a certain person or group in the castle or on the grounds, simply say be gone, and they will be banished outside the wards, and will not be allowed to return ever again. Before you leave here this day, be sure to go and check out the vaults, inside you will find what you need for your task in life."

"After we finish the last of the instructions, I would like for you to explain to me what the title Friend of Goblins means and what it entails. If that's okay with you, Ragnok?"

"Of course, Harry. Shall I continue?"

"Is there a loo close by?"

"Yes there is. Why don't we take a break? I'll have some tea and pastries brought in. The loo is through the door on your left."

Harry stood up and went to the loo to relieve himself, and to wash his face. He also wanted some time to settle his anger at Dumbledore. The words 'keep your enemies even closer', which were running through him mind, helped him do that.

He returned to the office, sat back down in the chair, and took the tea and pastry Ragnok offered him. Once Harry was settled, Ragnok continued once more.

"I, Godric Gryffindor, do hereby declare my heir fully emancipated at age thirteen, and entitled to all rights and privileges that adulthood brings. Everything that the Gryffindor Family owns now belongs to you young heir. This includes a villa in southern France as well as Gryffindor Castle and my sword. Hold your right hand up and call the sword to you young heir. The reader will continue when it appears."

"Sword of Gryffindor, come to me!" Harry said with his right hand in the air.

The sword appeared and felt light in his right hand.

Ragnok nodded then continued reading.

"You will find the scabbard in vault number 4. Wear the sword at all times. Worry not, for it cannot be seen unless you call it forth. Vaults 4 and 5 belong to you now, young heir. Take your time but look through the items carefully especially the scrolls, manuscripts, and books. In Gryffindor Tower, on the first floor, you will find my personal study, bedroom, and library. Move into my quarters, which can only be seen while wearing the sword. The sword will lead you to the door, and the password is Rowena Raven. The sword can be used to block and cast spells. You also may resize it by simply saying or thinking what size you wish it to be. Imagine an enemy's surprise and shock when a short sword instantly becomes long enough to pierce through their hearts from more than two meters away. My quarters automatically update to the current norm, so they will be modern to you. In the bedroom to the left as you enter, a door will appear. This leads to the Ward Stone and a secret chamber. Place both hands on the stone to reset the wards and charge them to full capacity. Live with honor, bravery, and temper justice with mercy young heir. However, offer your enemies no mercy. Never stun an enemy that may be revived later, take them out of the battle immediately. If you need a prisoner, cull one from the herd, and then kill him or her once you get what you want out of them. Dead enemies cannot hurt you or your loved ones. While I know this may sound hard and cruel, it is however a fact of battle and in war give no quarter and expect none from your enemies for that is exactly what you will receive. Also remember this piece of advice, never hesitate in a fight or let your emotions cloud your judgment. Fight it to the end and be done with it. Gloat, taunt, sulk, and cry later. Worry about things after the fact, never during."

"Godric was most definitely a warrior, Ragnok. Unfortunately, I must agree with him. But can you tell me why my ancestors use the age of thirteen for emancipation, but my parents said fourteen?"

"Yes he was very wise, Harry. You can incapacitate without killing, but a dead enemy can do no further harm to you or others. Harry, the numbers three, seven, thirteen, and nineteen are both prime and magical numbers. Seven is too young to become emancipated. As you know, you are emancipated at age seventeen and are considered an adult in the eyes of the law at that time. Shall we go visit the vaults now, Harry?"

"Ragnok, I have taken enough of your time. I know that as Director you must be a very busy person. Surely someone else can take me to the vaults?"

"I appreciate your concern for my time. However, this day has been set aside for you alone. May I send copies of your emancipation to the Ministry's Department of Records? They will cease tracking your wand but the paperwork will be buried and will be hard but not impossible to find." Ragnok asked as a piece of parchment appeared on his desk, which he promptly picked up and read before he turned back to Harry. "Harry, Ted and Andromeda Tonks can see you at 3:30 p.m. here in my office if you wish."

"Thank you, Ragnok. That will do just fine. Please tell them that I look forward to meeting them then."

Ragnok nodded and wrote a conformation along with the request to come to his office for the meeting down on the back of the slip of parchment, which instantly disappeared when he lifted his quill as he finished writing. Both Harry and Ragnok stood up and left the office, with Harry following closely beside Ragnok. The two of them talked about mundane topics as they walked.

Ragnok took Harry to a special area where a very nice looking cart waited for them. Unlike the normal carts, this cart had soft leather covered seats and a handrail to hold on to. Once Harry was seated, Ragnok asked him if he liked a fast ride or a slow one.

"Ragnok, I fly a Firebolt and love speed, so I'll go as fast as you want to."

They zipped off into the bowels of the bank heading for the lowest level and highest security vaults available. At vault 1, Ragnok showed Harry where to place his ring. Once his ring was in place, Harry felt the magic of the security wards protecting the vault seemed to consume him. The vault door then opened as the security wards accepted him granting passage.

"If it was a fake ring, you would be dead now and we would feed your body to a Dragon." Ragnok informed Harry.

Harry entered the vault and walked to what looked like a lectern. There he found a piece of parchment, which he promptly picked up and read.

Your task is to place your right hand on the sword and pull it to you. If you are indeed my true heir, the sword will come to you. If not you are still the Prince of Avalon but without the easiest way to find if. You will have to search for it on your own. If you do happen to find it, you can live there but you will not become king.

- Arthur Rex

Harry walked to the sword in the stone and took a deep breath then placed his right hand on it. His magic seemed to sing as he withdrew Excalibur from the stone. Once he had Excalibur in his hand an archway opened in the wall behind the stone showing a new room full of gold bars and chests. He walked through the archway and saw standing armor along each wall waiting to be put on. He also saw Excalibur's scabbard lying on another lectern. Harry walked to the lectern picked up the scabbard and placed Excalibur in its home. He hung the scabbard on his belt next to the Sword of Gryffindor. Looking at the chests as he searched the room, he found all types of precious jewels, but no notes, parchments, scrolls, or books. He left the vault and the door sealed itself behind him.

"Sire, shall we go to vault number 2 the Emrys vault?" Ragnok asked when he saw Excalibur hanging at Harry's side.

"Please, Ragnok just call me Harry. I don't want this knowledge known just yet."

"As you wish, Harry."

Vault 2 also recognized Harry. Once he entered the vault a door on the right opened up to vault 3. In vault 2, Harry found a lectern with a piece of parchment on it. Harry picked it up and began reading it.

Grandson, take my staff from vault 3. You will know how to use it and what it will do for you. Use it well, Harry. Don't forget to get the custom wand from Stanley Griffin at number 13 Knockturn Alley. By now, you should have Excalibur, use it well. Just like the Sword of Gryffindor, it can deflect hexes and spells. I would suggest that you put the Sword of Gryffindor at your back and have Excalibur near your right hand. By having the sword at your back you will always be protected from spells aimed at your back. You can call either of the swords to you in time of need. Stay your hand for a while yet, Harry. The old one's time will come soon enough. If you find the occasion to visit the Wizengamot, find a reason to place your wand on the lectern. That should shock the hell out of them, King Harry. Wait until you have contacted your lady before you go to Avalon. If you wish to, spend nothing but interest from these vaults and Arthur's. That should be more than sufficient for a high lifestyle that you deserve. Take the book from the lectern and reduce it then carry it with you at all times unless bathing. From it, you can get a copy of all my manuscripts, and only you or your bond mate can read from it. No one else who tries or even opens it will like the end results. The old one is not the only one to be watched, nor is he the only one that will betray you. From the book, you can write to me, and I will always answer. Be well, grandson.

Myrddin Emrys

Harry left vault 2 after reducing the book and pocketing it, then went to vault 4 next. Once again, he was recognized and let in. vault 4 led him into vault 5. The vaults also contained gold bars and several chests filled with jewels. Like in Merlin's vault it also held a book that a piece of parchment told him to take with him. He also found the scabbard for Gryffindor's sword, which he put the sword in and strapped it to his back where it disappeared.

Harry knew he would need to return when he had more time. Right now his stomach was growling so he and Ragnok went back to the surface. They then went back to Ragnok's office where they both he lunch.

"Ragnok, what would you do if you knew that a vault had a Horcrux in it?" Harry asked over lunch.

"We would remove the Horcrux and destroy it. Then, we would seize the vault and take the owner captive to be tried in our court. Why do you ask, Harry?"

"Check the LeStrange vault please, Ragnok. Hufflepuff's Cup is a Horcrux. It is one of five that Voldemort has made, two of which have already been destroyed."

"Harry, do you know what and where the other Horcruxes are?"

"Yes, I do in fact know where they are. Slytherin's Locket is at number 12 Grimmauld Place on the second floor I believe. Sirius does not know about this. There is another, a ring that is also Slytherin's. It is in the old Gaunt shack near Little Hangleton not far from Riddle Manor. The other is Ravenclaw's Diadem, and it is in the Room of Requirements at Hogwarts. There was a diary that belonged to Voldemort when he was still in school, which was destroyed by me, and I was once one myself. He will make one more, if he hasn't already made it. It is a large snake that he calls Nagini, which he keeps close to him always. The snake is also Voldemort's familiar. He uses her poison to help keep his pitiful form alive."

"I'll not ask how you know all this and simply take your word for it. I will notify you when we have destroyed them. Now, one-half of the LeStrange vault belongs to you. We get one-forth and the Ministry of Magic gets the rest. In fact, you killed Voldemort's original body. Harry, all of his vaults, titles, properties, and everything else is yours by Right of Conquest."

"Ragnok, say for the sake of argument that someone killed a Basilisk at Hogwarts inside the school, who would have the rights to the carcass?"

"The one who killed the beast has the right to the remains of the kill by Right of Conquest. That is unless the owner has posted the land for no hunting, and has the appropriate signs posted. Just how large is this hypothetical creature?"

"I would estimate it to be between fifty-five and sixty-five feet, and approximately ten or twelve feet in diameter behind its head. I was more interested in getting out of there than measuring it at the time."

"How long ago was this?"

"Fourteen months ago more or less. It was near the end of my second year."

"You killed a Basilisk that is over fifty feet long before you were thirteen? How may I ask?"

"Dumbledore's Phoenix Fawkes brought Gryffindor's sword to me in the Chamber of Secrets. When it tried to bite me, I stabbed it through its mouth into its brain. It did catch me with one of its fangs but Fawkes cried tears on the wound and cured me bringing me back from near death."

Ragnok put his elbows on his desk, rubbed his forehead, and began mumbling quietly to himself.

"Twelve years old kills a monstrous Basilisk… King of Avalon… Merlin's heir… Gryffindor's heir… Basilisk venom didn't kill him outright… Treats Goblins with respect and as equals… Friend of Goblins… Richest person in the world by far… Kills Dark Lord as a baby… He is the Chosen One."

"Excuse me, Ragnok but are you alright?"

"I'm sorry, Harry I'm alright. I was just thinking about something. Can you get into the chamber that contains the Basilisk?"

"Yes I certainly can. It takes a Parselmouth to enter the chamber and I am a speaker." Harry informed Ragnok.

"Based on its condition and actual size, I would think it's worth four to six million. Did you happen to find any shed skin?"

"Yes, there was one about twenty feet or so long in the tunnel that leads to the main door of the chamber."

"That skin is probably worth five hundred to seven hundred and fifty thousand Galleons and maybe more. We will harvest it for you for five percent of the gross or the meat, whichever is less."

"I'll give you the five percent and the meat. The trick is getting in and out of the school without Dumbledore knowing about it."

"He has to spend a week at the International Confederation of Wizards in Paris, France next week. The only ones that will be at the school will be Hagrid and Filch."

"Let's do it next Monday then. That will also give me the opportunity to take control of the wards. Moreover, I can get the Diadem at the same time. Ragnok, where is a good place to stay near here other than the Leaky Cauldron?"

"You can stay in an apartment here for as long as you want, Harry."

"Thanks, Ragnok I think one night should be enough. When we're through with Ted and Andromeda Tonks, I need to do some shopping. That reminds me, I need some money from my trust vault 687, I believe."

Ragnok smiled and opened a desk drawer and pulled out a wallet. He then closed the drawer and handed Harry the wallet.

"Harry, this is a Never Ending Wallet and it is tied to all of your accounts. Simply concentrate on the currency and amount you want and it will appear in the wallet. Inside is a debit card that can be used like a Muggle credit card, it's tied to your vaults and had an unlimited amount on it. For large purchases, you can use your ring. Once the ring is used nothing can be changed on the document. To do so renders the document invalid. The seller sends the bill to us, and it is paid. There are no charges for these, Harry. Keep one thing in mind, Harry the debit card leaves a paper trail where as cash does not."

"Thank you, Ragnok."

At 3:30, Ted and Andromeda Tonks came to Ragnok's office. Ragnok showed them both of Harry's parents' wills along with the originals of the Pendragon, Emrys, and Gryffindor correspondence. Then, he told them what he had done to the Ministry of Magic with Harry's emancipation papers.

"Harry, I'm sure you've heard this many times before but you really do remind me so much of James. We were good friends of his and Lily and to find out that you went to the Dursleys really pisses me off. Then, when you add the fact that you could have come to us, anger doesn't even come close to describe how we feel. Ragnok, I want a record of every Knut that has been spent, who it went to and when. I will also need a list of all valuables removed from any of the affected vaults since October thirtieth, 1981. Mr. Dumbledore can pay for all of that out of his own pocket since that's what guardians do. Harry, do you have witnesses as to the type of clothing you wore to school? It will be even better if you have the actual clothing. In addition, were you taken to a Muggle doctor, including eye exams, or a hospital? We also need to know what Muggle schools you went to." Ted said.

"Ragnok, do the Potters still have Daily Prophet stock? If so, how much is it? Harry, where does Vernon Dursley work?" Andromeda asked.

"He works at a drill manufacturing company called Grunnings. He is a director of sales I believe."

"I need your signature and ring imprint so we can seize your school and other medical records." Andromeda said.

Harry signed the documents and used his Potter ring to legalize them.

"You did see the part about the rat Pettigrew didn't you? Sirius never had a trial either."

"What?" Ragnok, Ted, and Andromeda shouted.

Harry asked Ragnok for a Pensieve, which was quickly provided, and showed the three of them the memories of what happened at the end of last term. Then, he told them about and showed them memories of his first two terms. Andromeda left the Pensieve still sobbing.

"Dumbledore will go down hard, Harry." Ted said.

"Let's be patient about that, Mr. Tonks. I have a few ideas about that. And since Ragnok is my friend, and I have lawyer client privileges with you let me tell you the whole story." Harry said.

It was the quick version and took forty-five minutes or so to tell.

"That old son of a whore was using you as a weapon and nothing more." Ted said.

Both Ted and Andromeda had told Harry to call them Ted and Andy.

"You're going to kill him aren't you, Harry?" Andromeda asked.

"Probably not, Andy. He tells Tom Riddle two years in the future that there are things worse than death. His precious reputation is one of the things he treasures the most. I plan to destroy that and then destroy him financially. If I get him sent to Azkaban good, but if I can get him ridiculed and hated even better. What I don't want is a martyr. He did what he could to destroy me, and now the shoe is on the other foot. I'm going to plant that foot so far up his bony arse that he won't be able to sit up straight ever again. And I have patience now that I didn't have before."

"Harry, I sure don't want you as an enemy." Ted said as Andromeda nodded her agreement.

"One thing else that you may want to look at are transactions from my account to the Weasley's, or from mind to Dumbledore's then his to the Weasley's." Harry said.

"Do you suspect Arthur of stealing from you?" Andromeda asked.

"No, I think this is between Dumbledore and Molly actually. It seems funny that I don't know how to get to the train, and she just happens to walk by talking about the station being packed with Muggles and asking what platform the train left from. Let's see, Bill had gone. Charlie had gone. Percy is in his fifth year, and the twins are in their third year. Has the train ever left from any place else? Then, with a train that is one-fourth empty or more there's no place for Ron to sit but with the famous Harry Potter. It smells a bit like three week old dead fish to me."

"You know, Harry I have to hope that you're wrong about this." Andromeda said.

"Andy, I honestly do also. However, how many of your best friends have left you hanging three times, and was jealous as hell for over seven years that you are still friends with?"

"Put it that way I can see where you're coming from."

"Alright, I don't think I have to talk about the possibility of a Love Potion that I suspect was used on Hermione and myself. At least for the time being."

Ted and Andromeda left Ragnok's office with a list of Harry's doctor and hospital visits along with the name of the school attended as well as some children he tried to be friends with. They were two very pissed of lawyers.

(Diagon Alley)

Harry left the bank and made his way to number 13 Knockturn Alley. When he arrived he entered the small shop.

"May I help you young sir?" A man behind the counter asked as Harry entered the shop.

"I'm supposed to mention that Myrddin Emrys asked me to look up the wand maker Stanley Griffin." Harry said.

"And how might you know Emrys?"

"Great grandfather on my Mum's side. I'm his heir."

"I see, left a note did he?"

"Actually close but that is a good enough assumption. I wear his ring."

"What can I do for you, Lord Potter? I am Stanley Griffin."

"I need a custom untraceable wand, and he said that you're the best wandmaker there is."

"Well, that's true, Lord Potter. Come into the back room with me and let's see what we can do for you."

Harry followed Stanley into the back room. The first thing Stanley did was remove the Ministry's Trace Charm from his wand along with the Tracking Charms, all three of them. Then, he asked Harry to fire Stunners at a target at low, medium, and full power. Harry and Stanley were a bit shocked when the first target blew into dust and fine powder at full power.

"Do you mind if I scan you for potential strength?"

"Not at all."

Harry smirked in amusement as Stanley's eyes narrowed then went wide open. Then, Stanley went to a chest, opened it, and after moving things around a bit he came back and handed Harry a wand.

"Try the Stunners again, Harry. This will help me in narrowing down potential materials."

Harry did as asked and blew up two more targets. Once again, Stanley went back to the chest and came back with two more wands. When Harry blew up several more targets, Stanley went back to the chest, and after about a minute he walked up to Harry and handed him a single wand.

"I know you wanted a custom wand but the truth is that I doubt I can do better than this one, Harry."

"Is there anything special about this wand except that it seems to hum in my hand?"

"Not really, Harry unless you consider the Elder Wand special. And no, it's not the legendary Elder Wand. This one was once Myrddin's very own wand. Albus Dumbledore has the Elder Wand. Of course that's supposed to be a great secret or whatever."

"Well, he's going to lose it eventually. Then, I'm going to destroy the fucking thing right in front of the press. No one needs to control the power of Death if that's even remotely possible, Stanley."

"You don't seem to like the old bastard much."

"He has his uses, not many, but some. But no, I don't like the old man. However, it's for personal reasons and has nothing to do with the war between the forces of the Light and the Dark."

"You might be very surprised at just how many so called Light wizards don't like the man, Harry."

"I don't doubt that at all. How much do I owe you, Stanley?"

"Nothing at all, Harry. Myrddin said that you would come for it one day, and that day is finally here."

"Did you know him? You can't be that old."

"Yes, I knew him through some special circumstances you could say."

"Stanley, believe me, I know about special circumstances. It was nice meeting you but I feel I owe you something for doing this for me."

"No, it has been more than paid for. Be very careful out there, Harry. There are things currently afoot that can be quite harmful."

"If I have anything to do with it, the half-blood bastard won't be coming back. Unlike Dumbledore, I think the only good Death Eater would be a dead one."

"Merlin has taught you well. Take care and I wish you good luck in your hunt."

Harry left the shop and turned back to wave one last time but the shop was gone.

(Gringotts)

When Harry entered the bank, he was led to a very nice apartment and called for Dobby. One second later Dobby appeared with a pop.

"The great Harry Potter sir calls for Dobby. Dobby is being honored, sir. How may I be serving you, sir?"

"Dobby, are you free or are you tied to the school?"

"Dobby is being free, sir."

"How would you like to work for me, Dobby?"

"Dobby would like to bond with Harry Potter sir."

"If you wish it, then that is what we will do. But there will be no punishments, and you will be paid. You will also take time off alright?"

"Dobby is not wanting pay from Harry Potter sir."

"One Galleon per week, Dobby. You will also wear a uniform of your choosing but with pants and shirt, and I pay for that. But I am not giving you clothes."

"You will bond with Dobby?"

"Yes."

Harry now had an elf and a spy in the castle that could get through the wards if he could not. Harry also had a friend and an ally. Dobby made them dinner and Harry insisted that Dobby eat with him when they were together. He also asked Dobby to see if he could learn better English. The convincing statement was that the King of Avalon's personal elf needed to speak good English. It was now time to write to Fleur.

(AN: French between the brackets)

[Miss Fleur Delacour,

You don't know me but I am Harry Potter, and I assume that you will be coming to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament and will be one of the Beauxbatons entries in said tournament. I know this sounds forward, and that I am assuming things that I shouldn't. However, one of the main reasons for the tournament is to meet new people and possibly make new friends. This is especially difficult for me since most people I meet look at my scar first and then want either to be friends due to my fame or hate me for various reasons. I don't need or want fans or someone looking to meet the rich and famous. But I do need and want friends who want to know me as just Harry, not Harry Potter, and most definitely not the Boy-Who-Lived. I earned neither my fame nor my fortune. An accident of magic or protection caused by my mother's sacrifice caused the fame. My ancestor's hard work and wise investments caused my fortune.

This is more difficult than I thought it would be, writing to someone I don't know I mean. Fleur, I know you will be seventeen on October 28, and I just turned fourteen. I hope that the slight difference in age is of no concern to you in making new friends. I would like to invite you to join me for dinner, on Friday, November 4 at 5:30 p.m. in the Godric Gryffindor suite. A chaperone of your choosing is most welcome as well.

You must be wondering how I got information about you. It's actually fairly simple. I got a list of eligible students from your school. Once I had a list, I cut the names into strips, folded them twice, and put them in a bowl. I then drew one from the bowl, and it was yours. With that done, I merely looked for newspaper articles that mentioned your school and found your date of birth. I did this to try to know at least a little something about the person I am writing to. Please forgive me if you think that I invaded your privacy, as I did not mean to do that in any way. If you wish to respond to this letter, please call out the name Dobby. Dobby is my house elf; he will answer, and bring your response to me. I have an owl but I hesitate to use her for international flights.

Once again, please forgive me for seeming to forward.

Harry Potter]

He called for Dobby, and when Dobby appeared Harry asked the little elf to deliver the letter.

Now, all he could do was wait and hope for a response.

Harry took a quick shower, then made ready for bed. He crawled under the sheets and cleared his mind of all thoughts. About five minutes later, he fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

AN: Thank you all for reading. How did you like it? This is the first time I have posted anything on here and once chapter 14 is posted it will be my own writing from then on. Please review with your thoughts. Constructive criticism is very much welcomed. However, flaming is not. If you don't have anything nice to say don't review.

This is Dark Angel Nemesis signing off.