Tags: Underage, kitty!Harry, Fred/George/Harry, twincest, slash, Harry finds out!, Manipulative!Dumbledore, Dumbledore bashing, slight-MollyRonGinny&Hermionebashing, the twins care about Harry, powerful!Harry,

Ok, so I know this is a well used...plot line? I guess. But I do adore a good kitty!Harry story. Plus, there really isn't enough F/H/G fics out there, and that is so sad. Such a beautiful ship. So, hopefully this story is ok. I own nothing! Any resemblance to another fanfic work is unintentional. If there is something similar and I don't realize, hopefully the wonderful author that inspired it will take it as the compliment they deserve. But in all seriousness, I really have a bad memory and I really don't want to offend anyone! Thank you for your time! Please visit me on Tumblr!

For clarification: Harry has already defeated Voldemort in tOotP.

Harry looked at the clock.

10:45 pm.

He sighed, not for the first time that night, and laid back down carefully. His uncle had, once again, beat him a few hours before. The older Harry got, the less reason could be found to beat him. Of course, this was because he was old enough to actually do his chores without mistake, no longer burning or dropping the food on accident. No, Harry was not punished for innocent mistakes, but for the mistake of existing, or breathing too loudly, whatever his uncle could think of. Harry was tired of it.

10:50 pm.

Harry stared at the ceiling, pondering his options. To wait for another two years before I am of age, or to run away. Of course there really is only one option, but how could I do it?

Harry sighed once again. I couldn't do it. Even after defeating Voldemort, I'm forced to stay here. I wouldn't have anywhere to go, even if I could leave. His thoughts were interrupted by a tapping from the window. Harry got up from his bed and paced towards the window looking out to see a small brown owl. Opening the window, Harry allowed the owl entrance, and the owl flew to stoop on the back of the wobbly chair in front of the slanted walked towards the bird, handing it a few owl treats.

The owl held two letters, one with a large roman numeral for 'one' on the front in red, and another with the numeral for 'two' in red. Harry took the letters and the owl took flight, back out the window. Harry turned back towards the letters and opened the one with the letter I.

Lord Potter,

Hopefully our letter finds you well. Regretfully, our meeting can not be delayed any further in response to your wishes. Our owl has delivered to you two letters. The second letter is a portkey that requires first a drop of blood to open, and then the reading of the password out loud. We await your arrival.

Ragnarok, Goblin of Gringotts

Manager of the Potter affairs

Harry put down the letter and looked at the second curiously. Gringotts? I didn't know the Potter's had a Gringotts manager. Why haven't I heard of this before?

Harry, surprised and very confused at the contents of the first letter, opened the top drawer within the desk and pulled out a small pocket knife and his first aid kit. He opened the knife and set it down on his bed, to then open the first aid kit and pull out an alcohol swab and a plaster. Using the swab on first his finger, then his knife, Harry pricked his finger before letting a drop of blood fall on the envelope. Harry ran the swab once more over his finger on put on the plaster while the letter glowed for a moment.

Harry was conscious of the fact that he couldn't currently use magic, and he wasn't allowed to heal anything. He was painfully aware. He could have used even the most minor of healing spells since he reached the house at the beginning of summer.

Harry swooped down and picked up the letter, opening it and pulling out the parchment inside.

Portkey password: Golden Galleon

Harry hesitated, then rushed into action. I could use this to leave here. Maybe stay at the Leaky Cauldron for a night before finding a place to stay. He thought as he went to pack all his things into his trunk. Once finished, he moved over to Hedwig.

"Hedwig, I need you to leave and go hang around Diagon Alley. In a few day, I know you'll be able to find me like you always do." Hedwig's eyes narrowed before she huffed and flew to nip affectionately a Harry's hair, to then leave through the still open window.

Harry walked towards the window and closed it up before grabbing his trunk and the letter.

"Golden Galleon!" he spoke, and Harry Potter was there no more.