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Chapter 01: Former Wizard

"In conclusion: Mr. Potter has deliberately, scandalously broken the statute of secrecy as well as the underage wizardry laws. Such reckless behaviour cannot be tolerated, and we need to send a strong message. So it is this court's decision that Mr. Potter's wand is to be snapped, and he will be expelled from Hogwarts immediately!"

Staring at the Minister of Magic in shock at what he was hearing, Harry wanted to protest but found himself unable to even speak. He had used his patronus to protect himself and his cousin from Dementors, but it seemed nobody believed him. They didn't even ask him anything but 'yes or no' questions, pointedly keeping him from saying anything but what they wanted.

The auror stepping up to present his wand to the Minister smirked coldly, while Fudge grinned gleefully. The audience leaned ahead to see the snapping of such a famous wand. It was entirely silent other than the sound of breaking wood, as Fudge bent the wand till it reached a breaking point, and snapped into two. He didn't stop there, but snapped each individual part into two more pieces, before handing the pieces back to the auror, who promptly vanished the remains.

"Justice has been served here today. Mr. Potter, this court has the authority to have your memories of the wizarding world obliviated and place you back amongst the muggles to protect the statute of secrecy. However, we are lenient, and are willing to grant you the status of a Squib in our society."

Harry stood still in shock, but feeling a poke from the auror, he quietly nod, lowering his head before hearing the crowd starting to leave. As the chair's bindings released him, the auror's hand pressed firmly on his shoulder and he began to guide Harry out of the courtroom ten. He wasn't sure what to think about it. First he was told he was late, and then they just threw him to the wolves. Dumbledore wasn't there, nobody was there for him.

Trembling within, Harry felt all the built up anger, sorrow and frustration bubbling at a boiling point. They had called him a delusional glory-seeking liar all summer, claiming his warnings of Voldemort's return were just attempts to acquire even more attention. His friends had not written to him, and Dumbledore hadn't protected him. Nobody cared, the aurors just came to arrest him at the scene of the underage magic he had performed, in self-defense, and threw him to the court-room already late.

As Harry was lead outside, Dumbledore and his companions arrived to the court-room ten to find the room entirely empty. As the headmaster paused and looked around, a chill of foreboding went down his spine as he turned to regard Remus Lupin and Arthur Weasley who had followed him into the room, speaking seriously. "This is bad. We have to find Harry soon, and try and get this travesty of justice reversed."

"I will look around in the Diagon Alley." Remus was moving to the door already, and Arthur nod his head while looking around concerned. "I will let Molly know and get the boys to help look for Harry. Professor, could he have been sent back to the Dursleys?"

"Alas, I do not know but I will find out soon. Please contact me as soon as you find out where Harry has gone." Dumbledore nod while watching Arthur leaving. Looking over at the empty seats and the interrogation chair, the old wizard shook his head sadly. "Cornelius Fudge, I hope you have not doomed us all already."

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After being escorted out to the Diagon Alley, Harry wasn't sure where to go at first but looking around, the answer came to him soon enough. Gringots. If they could take his wand away, they could soon try and take his money away as well. Fudge may have tried to gain some sympathy as being merciful by not throwing him back among the muggles, treating the boy-who-lived with at least some courtesy despite snapping his wand, but a few back room deals and they might decide it was safer to get rid of him more permanently.

So he had made his way to imposing structure, and walked in quietly to a teller who appeared to be free at the time. Looking up from the scroll that he was writing into, the goblin narrowed his gaze at Harry for a moment. Swallowing quietly, Harry hesitated to speak, especially as he remembered he had never gotten his vault key back from Molly when she last insisted on doing his shopping for him. Looking at the teller a bit uncertainly, he saw the goblin writing something on the scroll, and waited quietly and patiently for a moment, while trying to decide on how to approach the matter.

"Mr. Potter. What can I do for you?" The goblin finally raised his gaze to look at her, setting the quill down into a small cup next to the inkpot.

"Well sir, I was hoping to withdraw some gold from my vault, and I had a few questions about moving it out of the country." He hesitated while looking at the goblin seriously, waiting. He was hesitant to admit his plans like this but he had to get away from it all. He was no longer a wizard, his godfather was dead, and his friends had all abandoned him.

"Key, please," the goblin said while holding his hand out, watching as Harry swallowed nervously. "Well sir, I uh, I borrowed my key to Mrs. Weasley so she could do my school shopping for me last year and I never got it back. Can I get a new key by any means?"

The goblin stared at him stunned, before hopping off his chair and waving for him to follow along. Moving along a bit hesitantly, Harry made his way through the hallways, being lead through the tunnels till they reached a large door with the sign on it reading 'Senior Manager Goldtooth'. As the goblin knocked on the door there was a faint click within the door itself, before the goblin teller opened the doors and gestured for Harry to walk in.

Sitting behind a desk was a grey-haired old goblin man who had a book twice his own size opened on a large desk, the goblin's sharp golden eyes rising to gaze up at the two of them as Harry and the goblin teller stepped in. "Yes?"

"Senior Manager Goldtooth, this is Mr. Potter. He came to withdraw some gold as well as ask about moving his vaults out of the country, but he hasn't got his key. Worse, his trust vault's key has been in the possession of the Mrs. Weasley for the duration of his last school year already!"

Harry felt a bit confused about the look of horror on the account manager's face as the grey-haired goblin man suddenly cursed in a manner so foul it was lucky that Harry couldn't understand the goblin tongue, for the sheer vehemency of his tone said enough about just how outraged he was to learn this. Looking up at Harry, the goblin manager turned to glance back at the teller briefly.

"Thank you for bringing Mr. Potter here, Granrock. I will take care of this." As the other goblin turned to leave and closed the doors behind him, the older goblin man sighed heavily and then looked at Mr. Potter. "First off, a wizard or witch should never give his key to someone who isn't part of the family, and even within a family it is best that the family head keeps hold of the key. Now, I will make sure that your key is invalidated immediately and then we'll see about getting you a new key. Do you have the keys for your other vaults though?"

Harry blinked in confusion and cleared his throat while speaking a bit hesitantly after hearing the latest bit of news that everyone but he seemed to be aware of. "I am sorry but I have never had any other keys, I received my trust vault key from Hagrid when I was eleven."

The goblin manager seemed to be growling angrily before digging into the drawers of his desk, pulling out a form which he began to fill in a hurry, finally turning it around towards Harry and set a small needle down next to the pergament and the quill. "Sign on the line at the bottom, and prick your finger for a drop of blood onto the seal. This will confirm your identity. No polyjuice can fool this method, and the wound will heal immediately after you remove the needle. You will vanish the needle afterwards."

Harry signed his name on the document and pricked his finger as he was instructed to do, before digging into his pocket and pausing. "Uhm, I am afraid I don't have a wand anymore. The wizengamot just had it snapped." He feared this admission might prevent him from gaining access to his vaults but he didn't see a way to lie about it, saying he left his wand at home would just make him seem like an idiot and they might already know too.

"Very well, then please drop the needle into the trashcan besides you." The goblin waited till Harry had done so, before tapping the trashcan's side with his finger, causing it to flash, and all that remained at the bottom appeared to be ashes and sterilized metal needle. "Its not as secure but it will do." The goblin stated before checking the form over.

"Now, we have nullified all of your vault keys. The Potter Family Vault, your Trust Vault, and the Potter Business Vault are now being keyed to new keys that will be provided to you shortly. Now, the Family Vault and Business Vault are sealed until you reach your age of maturity, but you will be able to retrieve anything you wish from your Trust Vault. Now, you had questions about moving your vaults out of the country?"

"Yes sir, I no longer feel safe in the United Kingdoms, or at least the UK Wizarding World. I want to transfer my money away so the ministry cannot suddenly take it away. They have already taken away my wand, and expelled me from Hogwarts. I want to leave before they obliviate me and take my gold." There was a serious tone in his voice as he looked at Goldtooth. For a moment, the goblin seemed thoughtful, before he actually grinned.

"Now, normally I wouldn't be able to help you with moving those vaults out of the country when you haven't gained access to them yet, but seeing as you are the sole remaining member of the Potter family it might be possible. Your parents will has been sealed by order of the Wizengamot up until now, but we had been planning to attempt to contact you this year once you achieved your OWLs and would have been able to leave Hogwarts if you had so chosen. Given that your wand has now been snapped, you are no longer bound to wait till that requirement has passed."

Harry was caught by surprise, looking at Goldtooth a bit unsure what to say at first but then clearing his throat. "I didn't even know my parents had a will." By the look on the goblin's face he had said something very shocking, and though the senior manager got his expression under control very quickly, the shock had shown clearly for a moment, and his tone had a somewhat icy quality to it as he spoke again.

"Mr. Potter, you are the sole heir to one of our Most Ancient and Noble Houses, though traditionally the inheritage would pass to you even without a will, making certain there are no outside claims is just common sense. Your parents had a will, and they updated it shortly before they died as well, and you should have been explained at least the basics of this before you even reached Hogwarts. Frankly this is a terrible breach of etiquette, your magical guardian has been neglecting his duties most severely."

Harry looked at the goblin manager with a chill going through him as he thought about the implication that brought up, and then decided to speak his mind. He had a small feeling he knew where this was going, given how everything else seemed to fall apart as well already. "Who is my magical guardian, I thought my guardians were my muggle relatives, and Dumbledore keeps insisting I have to stay with them, and now you tell me I have a magical guardian? I didn't even know I was a wizard before I got my letter."

"Yes, every magical child has a magical guardian, and Albus Dumbledore has been yours since 1981."

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The floo at the Grimmauld place flashed green as Tonks stepped out looking around worried, and sighing as she saw Hermione and Ron rushing at her. "Did you find Harry?" Hermione asked immediately, with Ron mumbling something similar, but she wasn't entirely sure since he was eating a muffin while talking, spitting crumbs against her.

"Sorry, no luck here either?" She asked while brushing crumbs off her robes, glaring at Ron who took a step back a bit embarrassed look on his face after the glare. It didn't stop him from munching on the muffin though, just shaking his head as Hermione's shoulders sagged slightly. "No, nobody's caught any signs of Harry yet."

"I am not surprised Potter was stupid enough to ignore the laws, and I think he deserves to face some consequences for his actions." Snape's comment earned a glare from more than one person, but he simply sneered at them while leaning against the wall, waiting annoyedly for the Headmaster and the other missing members.

The floo flared again as Kingsley and Mr. Weasley stepped into the room. As Hermione and Ron turned to look at them, the two of them shook their heads looking around without even asking. The concerned, sad looks around the room told them enough.

Walking into the room with the star-patterned robe twinkling as his eyes did, Dumbledore nod his head to the gathered crowd, smiling slightly despite how tired the last hour had left him. "I have some good news. Though we haven't been able to talk to Mr. Potter yet, Remus was able to follow his scent to Gringots, and is there waiting for him to leave so we can bring him here safely."

There was a look of relief on both Hermione's and Tonks' face, but Snape sneered annoyedly as he shook his head at the news. "The spoiled little boy has gone to cry to the goblins after Wizengamot slapped some sense into him. I wouldn't be surprised if that arrogant little prince was planning to get his gold out of his vault and do a runner now that people have wised up on the fact he is a pathetic faker."

"Now now, Severus..." Dumbledore tried to ease the tension in the room before someone drew a wand on Snape, the man had an amazing way of infuriating people after all. "I am sure Mr. Potter merely wants to raise a little spending money to get over this temporary setback. I have the utmost confidence I can overturn the verdict, and though the loss of Mr. Potter's wand is a severe setback, he can always get a new one."

"I am so glad the boy has been found, I was afraid a death-eater might kidnap him after he left the court today." Molly admitted with obvious relief, smiling slightly before suddenly yelping as a pouch on her belt began smoking, and fell off the belt to puff out a cloud of noxious smoke, and pieces of broken metal crumbled in the remains of the pouch.

"Someone open a window!" Ron coughed and gagged at the smell, while Hermione hurried over to open one of the windows just as the painting of Mrs. Black began screeching in the hallway about the blood-traitors and mud-bloods. Arthur and Molly were coughing, caught up in the middle of the blast, while Severus cast a wary glance at Dumbledore's direction, noticing the frown on the old man's face as well.

"Well now, I will head out to keep Remus company while waiting for the dear boy. Please take care of preparing everything here so that when he comes you can offer your full support, I imagine this has been a dreadful day to the lad and he needs every bit of support from his friends and family." Dumbledore smiled in a warm fashion before hurrying out again.

'That had to be Harry's vault key. Of course, if he wants to get gold from Gringots he needs his key, he must have asked for a new one. The boy must not have known asking for a new key causes the old one to be broken, but that also means he might be about to leave soon. I have to get him to Grimmauld fast, if we can find him, so can Voldemort. A few days at Grimmauld before we return him to the Dursleys should help ease his mood while I start the fight to reverse Fudge's blunder.'

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Flying over London, Hedwig was pissed off. First the giraffe-neck and walrus began to throw her boy's things on the yard, and then when they pulled her cage open they shook it like a chicken coop to toss her out of it, and even tried to kick at her. The nerve of those people! They had even set those things on fire right on the spot, too angry to care about what their neighbors might say, at least first. The giraffe-neck would somehow blame it all on Hedwig's Harry though.

Her Harry was in trouble, the little whale had come back deathly pale and cold, just the way she had seen those ghosts in rags affect people before. Nobody really cared about the little whale, but his condition along with her Harry being missing and the way the giraffe neck and walrus had been screeching while throwing out Hedwig's boy's things on the curb suggested that her Harry was in right in the middle of things again.

The long-whiskers dared to send her to the land-of-no-bacon year after year, and endanger her Harry. She was going to make sure the long-whiskers would regret it, though she had decided to arrange her revenge on the Dursleys first. A few quick words to nearby avians had informed everyone of the new favorite target for the sport of bombardment in a few mile radius, and after learning of what had taken place they had all agreed. The Dursley car would not stay clean for even an hour's length that year, no matter how the fat walrus might rage.

Flying over London, Hedwig let her senses guide her towards her boy. She was getting closer, but her senses told her she couldn't reach him right now. The boy was behind some heavy wards, and though Hedwig could fly there she wouldn't get far without a letter to deliver. So she had decided to wait and see when Harry would be out in the open for her to return to her boy.

Of course, once she spotted the unmistakeable figure of long-whiskers appearing on the wizard's alley she glided down towards him before correcting her flight path, and sending her protest for forcing Harry and her into the land-of-no-bacon again through the air, right on the course. The splat and falling hat showed her she had hit her garget, leading to a victory hoot before she continued her glide over the rooftops and out of sight.

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"Now that you have your Keys, you should keep them on your person. While you cannot access your Family Vault or Business Vault yet, those keys belong to you and nobody has any right to demand you to part with them. The chain they are on has a mild notice-me-not spell upon it, but it will only provide protection from casual inspection. Since it is keyed to you, the notice-me-not wont make it hard for you to find your keys, and it will not affect the tellers, though I would still recommend removing a key from the chain when you present it to the teller."

Harry nodded his head gratefully while he slipped the key-chain around his neck and dropped it under his shirt. The weight of the keys was oddly comforting, they were lighter than their size would have suggested, but he had accepted it as yet another peculiarity of magical objects without even asking anymore. Hearing the answer 'its magic' had been amusing at first but quickly turned into a lazy way to dodge the question.

"Your parents will be read two days from now, as the main beneficiary you are required to attend, but the others listed in the will are expected there as well, and we need a bit of time to arrange for this meeting. In the meanwhile, you are a guest of the Goblin Nation, and we assure you that your status is untouchable here. Once the will has been opened and read, we can start the work on unsealing the other vaults."

Harry bowed his head respectfully while considering all the shocks he had gone through that day. Finding out his parents had a will, having his wand snapped, being expelled, it was frightening how much things were already changing. The one good thing to come out of this mess so far was that he would not go back to the Dursleys. Until the will was read, he would stay with Gringots, and as he was no longer expected to graduate from Hogwarts, he was a free man to pursue whatever goals he set for himself in life. That came with the unsealing of his family and business vaults, which would let him transfer them out of the country, to another branch of Gringots.

With Voldemort back, he wasn't quite sure if he would travel far away to put distance between himself and the dark wanker, not to mention his former head master who he had began to suspect held less than stellar intensions for Harry and his family fortune. The fact the headmaster had repeatedly tried to access the family estate and business vault, only to be rebuffed by the goblins, made him trust the goblins far more than he trusted the old man now.

"Alright, umm who all are expected to attend then?" Harry looked at Goldtooth a little uncertainly. He was rather sure that Dumbledore would be there and try and get him to listen to what he had to say, and Harry wasn't ready to talk with Dumbledore yet. Not after the old man had thrown him back to the Dursleys after what happened to Cedric, not after finding out about his vaults and the sealed will, not after learning he should have known all of this a long time ago already.

"The will came along with a list of names, some of whom are unavailable, but we expect Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Amelia Bones, Remus Lupin, and Augusta Longbottom. Others who are named but not available are Frank and Alice Longbottom, both of whom are in St. Mungos, and Sirius Black who is being sought after by the Ministry."

Harry didn't know what to think about the list of people. He really didn't want to see Albus Dumbledore for a while still, and while McGonagall was generally a fair but strict teacher she put more faith in Dumbledore's words than Harry's own, and Amelia Bones was one of the people presiding over his trial at the Wizengamot earlier. He would be glad to see Remus again, but the old man had an influence over the man which might make things far more complicated, and Augusta Longbottom was a scary woman if Neville's stories weren't exaggerated.

"Alright, but I don't want to talk with any of the others right now, and I would appreciate it if you could ensure that none of them can remove me from Gringots after the will reading." Harry didn't want to go along with any of them, he silently wished Sirius was there to help him but seeing as Dumbledore had done nothing to help Sirius get a trial, Harry could only assume Sirius was laying low for now.

Amelia Bones had at least voted against finding him guilty to all charges, she had raised question about nobody being there to represent Harry's interests, earning some respect from him, but she had been silenced by Fudge and the woman in the pink cardigan. He didn't find her personally responsible for the snapping of his wand, but he wanted nothing to do with the ministry anymore. All he wanted was to get out of the abusive world that refused to believe him. When he left the Dursleys, he was blinded by how wonderful magic was and didn't pay attention to just how horrible the wizarding world could be. How could he, having spent most of his time locked up in Hogwarts under Dumbledore's watchful eyes.

"Of course, and given you are untouchable they can insist all they wish but only you will have the power to say how and with whom if anyone you shall take your leave after the will has been read. I imagine we could arrange for a handful of portkeys and a small room where the usual wards would be temporarily suppressed to allow you to exit without being seen." The grin on the goblin manager's face was full of amusement, he was enjoying the bit of plotting just s much as Harry was. Obviously they weren't happy with the way his will had remained in stasis for so long, his estate held in trust longer than they had anticipated.

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Boy-who-Lost

By Rita Skeeter

Harry James Potter, formerly known as Boy-Who-Lived, was tried before the Wizengamot today on the charges of recklessly endangering the statute of secrecy as well as blatantly breaking the law by committing underage magic in front of muggle witnesses. The ministry personnel responding to the scene was quick to act, detaining the boy for questioning and trial.

"It is a travesty when a young man is willing to spread such slanderous lies about many upstanding citizens and then commit criminal acts like his latest blunder in front of witnesses no less. The boy's claim of having defended himself and his cousin from Dementors was quickly discounted as yet another lie as the boy was using the fact only muggles and him were there to witness the spellcasting, clearly hoping that such a juvenile lie would explain why he thought he had the right to use a highly visible spell in a muggle neighborhood. Frankly, I believe Minister Fudge is too kind for only having the boy's wand snapped, I would have insisted on having his magic bound as well," Madame Umbridge was willing to explain.

Has our gloryhound prince of Gryffindor decided that winning the Triwizard Championship wasn't enough? Has he decided that murdering a classmate and then blaming it away on alleged return of You-Know-Who wasn't getting him enough attention? Has this been yet another temper tantrum by a dangerous, greedy child who doesn't understand the serious consequences of his acts? This reporter applauds the Wizengamot for taking a hard stance on this, and putting an end to this downward spiral before it could hurt the wizarding world more.

Since Harry Potter was expelled and his wand snapped, this reporter would have assumed he would also be obliviated and have his magic bound, but in memory of his part in the downfall of You-Know-Who he was allowed to remain in our society, though being considered nothing more than a squib.

How did our boy hero turn out so wrong? I would ask that the readers see what company he kept: A senile old headmaster trying to do three highly stressful jobs at once and known to already being eccentric, if not even insane, and a shameless gold-digger as witnessed by her acts of trying to ensnare both the Boy-who-Lived and the teen heartbeat Victor Krum, a former classmate of Harry Potter by the name Hermione Granger.

Our hero's greed for fame and desire for attention has finally done what You-Know-Who could not, it has ruined Harry Potter, and his parents must be terrible ashamed of the boy when he eventually joins them in death. The newly Squibbed hero was not around to comment.

Molly Weasley stared at the Daily Prophet in shock and trembled while reading through the paper. The ministry had been bashing Harry Potter all summer, and now they had dragged the boy through the mud to a point where they had actually been able to commit such a horrible act on a child. She was outraged on how they commented about the Headmaster, but learning about Hermione made her huff, she would have to remind that girl how a proper lady behaves, this was most unbecoming of news, juggling two boys like that was highly immoral, and besides her own son, Ron, was sweet on the girl after the tri-wizard tournament and having her chasing other men would not do.

Thank Merlin she had gotten her hands on the paper first. Sirius was still sulking in his room that they hadn't allowed him to head out to find Harry, and Dumbledore felt it was best to let Sirius deal with this on his own terms. The Order might operate out of Grimmauld Place, but Sirius himself was not in any shape to be roaming about and the last thing Harry needed was for his godfather to get caught too.

Nobody had seen Harry since he had been tried and went to visit Gringots yesterday, and Remus had sworn he had not seen Harry exit but the goblins insisted they did not have any underage wizards visiting the vaults or the managers office anymore. Somehow, the boy had slipped away. The thought of the poor boy alone without even a wand to defend himself with was scary enough, but having lost Harry's key like that had really given Molly a scare too. She had intended to get Harry his books to study and practice the theory at least while the headmaster would have worked on getting the sentence overturned.

End Chapter

A/N: Mostly wanted to try and put together a relatively short story about Harry deciding to leave after having his wand snapped. I have a basic outline in mind, for a roughly 5 chapter story unless I decide to expand on the original idea.

I have other writing attempts going on as well, but felt a shorter story concept would help me work out what I want from the longer stories as well.