Chapter 6-

Harry was able to adapt and go with the flow with such ease that philosophers could study him for centuries, but this situation was something else. Perplexed, he slowly walked forward on slightly wobbly legs as the reality of what was happening hit him hard, right in the gut.

Those creatures at the front door..worked here, they were measuring gold, examining jewels and if Harry looked closely, he could see the faint, shimmering blanket of magic that surrounded them. He continued walking forward until he reached the end of the room, facing a tall desk. Harry looked up and cleared his throat, "excuse me?".
The scratching of the creatures quill above him was only paused to dip the nib gently into the large pot of ink.
Harry tried again, "Hey, could I get some help?".
Again he was ignored, he glanced round him to see all the other creatures going about their work, his frustration building, he jumped up and down and waved his hands in front of the goblins face to be met by no reaction.
Sighing, Harry frowned before he chuckled, "You're making me angry, when I get he angry…" he grinned, looking up at the creature scribbling though his lengthy fringe, "…I see red."

There were numerous grunts and cries of surprise as all the parchment in the room burst into bright red flames, the goblin facing Harry leapt back from the dancing balls of fire that bobbed and weaved around him, chasing after the other goblins and singeing them before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Harry bared his teeth in a parody of a smile, swiping the back of his hand under his nose to remove the dribble of blood, "Now that I have your attention, I'd like some help." The crumpled goblin looked apprehensively at the powerful wizard child.

Harry hopped down the steps of the bank, as he briskly wrapped the deep cut that marred his palm with the medicated cloth that the goblin, Nagnok, had provided him with. Nagnok had also provided him with the perfect crash course into the wizarding world, along with the hefty collection of books he had retrieved from him vault and an awaiting letter of acceptance to Hogwarts, things were looking up. "What a nice guy." Harry murmured, as he searched for Olivanders,"Off to buy a wand, buy a wand, buy a wand." he sang softly.

Nagnok slathered the burn balm onto his other hand as he examined the charts of the desk in front of him. The boy was rich, very rich indeed. He claimed to have only been introduced to magic and the wizarding world today, but his nonchalant attitude after finding out he has a prominent family, part of the Potter line and is to attend a school of magic was..intriguing to say the least. Nagnok had already contacted the Potter household so they should be aware of this wayward child by the end of the day. How had he managed to stay under the radar for such a length of time was baffling, he continued to look at the chart which was beginning to change and transform, the words blending and darkening, Nagnok examined the image left with surprise and fear.

It had been a productive week for Harry, not only had he read and re-read the books that would not only provide him with information of the wizarding world, but he had also caught up academically. Luckily he had not missed anything of importance, it seemed the first couple years eased everyone in slowly, only to bombard the students in the later years of school. He lay back on the impossibly comfortable chair and nodded, nearly napping, thinking what it'll be like to be back at school.

Harry had spent the week in a small inn on the outskirts of diagon alley, it was cosy and welcoming, he earned his keep by serving customers in the bar downstairs- a glamour allowed him to be employed and allowed to stay without to many questions. He could have easily paid for his room, but then he would have missed out on many things he could have learnt…and Harry loved to learn.

Earlier that week

Harrys head was bent over the glass he was polishing, fine strands of his golden hair falling delicately across his face.

"Another." The drunk wizard in front of the bar slid his empty tumbler towards Harry, unwashed hand slipping from the thick trench coat sleeves.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Sir, shouldn't you be getting home?" It was closing time, but the owner of the inn had expressed his wish for the bar to not close until every last customer decided to leave. A rule that just asked for trouble Harry thought.

The wizard looked Harry in the eyes, gaunt face scrunched in irritation and opened his mouth to no doubt retort and demand a drink. Just then soft footfalls could be heard outside, steadily becoming louder.

Harry groaned internally, he wanted to get back to finishing the final book on the Hogwarts letter, he did not want another customer. The glamoured wizard moved to step from behind the bar and try to deter this person from entering, but the drunk wizards croaking voice- no longer slurred- stopped him. "He's here, for me. Best if you stay put boy."

Harry frowned, bemused and unimpressed by the foreboding words, before the tangy smell of metal hit him. He chocked slightly on its oppressive smell, so potent he could almost taste it, his eyes watered.

"My tongue, every atom of my blood." The wizard giggled, "Here he comes."

Harry ignored the man and stared at the door apprehensively, clammy palm clutching at his wand, providing little comfort.

He tried to breathe though his nose and ignore the man whose giggles had progressively become louder in volume and higher in pitch.

The sound of steady footsteps matched the pace of the ticking of the clock, which was suddenly an all consuming sound.

"Who's coming? And why?" Harry hissed to the man, whose giggles ceased, he looked up at Harry with bloodshot eyes.

"Gellert Grindlewald."

Harry closed his eyes in frustration, "Who the hell is-" The man had gone.

"Ursam, what'n God's name are ya doing?" The landlord muttered sleepily from the stairs.

Harry blinked repeatedly as glanced around, it was morning…the man was gone. A shiny golden coin twinkled on the bar counter.

Present

Harry scoffed as he twirled the coin in his palm. He leant back onto the chair before he sat up, eyes wide, suddenly remembering those boys he bumped into. An alarm buzzed alerting him that he should get going if he wanted to get on the train early. He sighed,gripping his bag and apparating to the station. Ready to start the school year. He'd just have to have a chat with them once he arrived, hopefully they'd keep their mouths shut until then.

Sup homies, another filler- Harry is completely caught up academically and he understands the current war. He will get in a bit of trouble at school and a couple mishaps will go down, but the interesting part is coming in which Harry begins a revolt against old school 'frenemy' who wished to rule all.

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Ice Night, JBP (will try to clean things up one day) and chris678 (best review so far! I really appreciate it and will change the summary. This is still the first draft and will be re-written in an attempt to make it make more sense.)

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