Well everyone, guess who's back! Sorry it took so long, new job and everything ate up a lot of time...anyways, please enjoy the story and make sure to read the note at the end!

With a soft sigh, Harry shifted in his seat, being very careful to not wake up anyone in the house. It was very late, possibly even early morning, he couldn't tell. His clock was out of power thanks to the storm going on right now, the entire neighborhood darkened with the power outage. He chuckled softly, he was pretty sure that even though the heavens were crashing down outside with thunder, rain and howling winds, if he were to sneeze, the Dursleys would wake up anyway, that's how much they hated him.

Looking over his book once more Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them he glanced at his candle to make sure there was enough for some more reading, as well as to make sure it wouldn't burn anything anytime soon. He couldn't sleep, hadn't really ever since the end of his fifth year, so he spent most of the nights now reading about anything he could. He glanced up at his calendar, the flickering light casting some neat shadows on it, though he could tell what day it was, or will be, not knowing the time was messing with him. If it was after midnight, then it was his sixteenth birthday right now.

'Sixteen eh…didn't think I'd live that long, certainly not with all the chaos that's been happening. Voldemort coming back, the Ministry finally recognizing that fact, who knows what Dumbledore is doing or the Order for that matter'. Harry mused softly, stretching out. With the storm going off like it was, he knew he wouldn't be getting anything like in the past years, not till morning at least. He was ok with that though, he enjoyed the peace and quiet, he missed Hedwig though, he had sent her off with his required letter the other day, and she probably wouldn't be back until later anyway.

A thundering snore shook the house, reminding him that he wasn't quite alone. Thanks to a slip of the tongue from Dung, the Dursleys knew that Sirius was gone, and it was only thanks to a threat from Moody and Kingsley, among others, that they left him alone. He knew he would be in a lot worse situation otherwise. He was thankful for that and what they did for him.

Walking over to the window to watch the storm for awhile, Harry let his thoughts wonder. Over his childhood with the Dursleys and treatment…not pleasant thoughts to go over so he skipped them. He knew he was messed up in a way because of that and didn't like to dwell on what they did and didn't do to him. They wondered over his years and adventures at Hogwarts, his friends, enemies, just let the thoughts take shape like the storm clouds above him. What he didn't know, is that someone else was watching them too…

Elsewhere

"The child has had more done to him than even he has throughout his adventures here." One voice said, echoing across the landscape.

The landscape being a giant tower, open the sky. Bright light and sunshine shone everywhere, down below the rim was an endless sea of clouds. The tower itself was of aged white stone, cracked in places but still impressive to behold.

"Yes, he has. And yet, he still remains pure of heart, I can see that even here." A male voice said at the side of the towering voice. The two were watching a window of sorts that showed a certain black haired, emerald eyed teen. His thoughts echoing like a quiet whisper that they were listening to, they even saw glimpses of his memories if they were strong enough to send a picture.

"I feel sorry for him." The second voice said after a time.

"Oh? This from you, when you only trust one human out of all?" The voice replied, a knowing and surprised tone taking place.

The other shifted in place, unsure. "I feel….a connection of sorts. He had a horrible creation time, he wasn't cared for, nor understood. He tries to find his place in the world, when that world and others in it don't understand him or even try to, bar a very few. He has power he doesn't know about, but in a way they try to use him. Even if those don't do it maliciously and they do in a way care, they still use him. But he still tries to do his best and does what he believes is right in his heart…I respect him for that." The second said finally.

The first gave the impression of nodding. "I see….you do know his future yes? We've see it thanks to our sister. He'll make it…but not without much scarring, and even then, the future is not set in stone. We've seen paths where if he was gone or to leave…they would still find a way to fix their world."

"He cares very much, but has been hurt terribly." The other said softly and sadly. "I wish I could help him. I feel a kindred spirit in him, Creator."

The first was quiet for a very long time, long enough that the other stared up at his companion. "He was dealt a very bad hand in his life and will continue to be dealt one…but perhaps we can throw in some wild cards, eh?" A mischievous tone took place.

It took a moment for the meaning to go through, but when it did the second's eyes widened in surprise, before a smirk took place. "Arceus…you clever God. What do you have in mind?"

"If we do this quick enough, his journey will start before the day ends tomorrow. Here's what we need to do, and we will need the others help with this…" The being, Arceus leaned down and spoke his plan, both beings keeping an eye on the portal right as something appeared in Harry's room.

Back with Harry

The teen nearly jumped out of his skin when a bright light appeared behind him, nearly blinding him. Taking a defensive stance with his wand, he waited, crouched behind his desk, for his eyesight to correct itself in the gloom. It took only minutes, and in that time frame, nothing attacked or made noise. He was still alone.

Cautious, he peeked over and glanced around. Nothing seemed to be out of place, though there was something new. On his bed was a letter, addressed to him, with the Gringotts seal.

Secured now that nothing was going to happen to him, he stood up and went over, debating about the letter. While it could be a trap, and he was paranoid enough about that to not immediately pick it up, he highly doubted it was. During the start of the summer, he had snuck out when it was Dung's watch (Thanks Dung for being slightly useful in your uselessness) and went to Gringotts to take care of some things financially as well as to take part in Sirius' will. His Godfather had told him before that while he left one that the others would know about, a second just as binding will was left strictly for him.

Arriving at Gringotts that day, Harry put his reading to good use. Sirius had given him books to read over the school year, that he hid from She-Who-Reads-All-His-Books-And-Never-Gives-Them-Back, about Goblin etiquette. He practiced in private with the first Goblin he ever met, Griphook, who at first was skeptical about the whole thing, but was pleasantly surprised when Harry had greeted him the proper Goblin way. Over the course of his fifth year the two wrote each other, perfecting Harry's etiquette and mannerisms in speaking with Goblins' of different classes and standings.

His first official meeting with the Goblins, Griphook watching with a smirk and glee at the shock, resulted in a few fainting and several jaws dropping. The awe wore off quickly though, and thankful it was so early that no other human saw them do that, they were ecstatic over finally being greeted in the correct manner. Harry won a lot of brownie points that day with the Goblins and continued to do so over the next several later months.

The will reading was done in private, only the Harry, Griphook who was there for support for his human friend and companion, and the will reader Ironfang, keeper of the Black Family accounts. It basically said that Harry was left in charge of all the Black Family finances and property. Sirius also named him is Heir, which now made Harry Lord of the Black Family since because of a quirk Sirius' mother did, if there was no current Lord, the Heir was immediately named to Lord in their place. Anything left in the house was his as well, along with Kreacher the House-elf.

This caused some chaos when Kreacher was summoned accidentally when Harry said his name. The aged House-elf did not want to serve 'A filthy Halfblood traitor' and started screeching like mad. Harry proved he was once again different from nearly every other human and Wizard, when he went down on his knees and hugged Kreacher, saying he forgave him for what he did with Sirius and that he was sorry the Black line ended with him.

Harry had done a lot of thinking over the remaining school year and realized that a lot was at fault with Sirius' death, but was in no way one person's fault. Bellatrix killed him yes, but Sirius left the safety of the house, Harry forgot about the mirror he was given and didn't trust Professor Snape that day with the message he gave. Kreacher may have caused him to believe Sirius was captured, but he was also under orders from someone who was using him as well. A lot was at play that day, and he did a lot of soul searching to come to those conclusions.

The two Goblins and House-elf froze. Here was a Wizard, one of the most important ones at that, on his knees, forgiving said House-elf for the part he played in his Godfather's death, as well as apologizing for something that was in no way his fault. Kreacher slowly brought his skinny arms up in an awkward hug, patting the other on the back, unsure of what to do.

After several minutes, Harry had stood up and smiled. While he did not want a 'slave' as he explained, he was willing to let Kreacher go to whomever he wished to serve for as long as certain things were forbidden for him to ever, in any way for form, to speak about. Or he could continue to stay at Grimmauld place, serving the portrait. Kreacher was shocked silent, eyes wide. He had asked for some time to think about it, but for the mean time would stay at Grimmauld. Harry nodded and bid the other farewell for now.

With the will reading done, Harry asked if there was anything else that he needed to be aware of or do. The Goblins shook out of their stupor and explained that now that he was Lord Black, in a sense, he had some sway in the Ministry and Wizengmont. They went on further to explain what this meant for him, as he was now allowed to use magic even being underage, to protect himself in anyway he saw fit.

Harry asked about the clause in the will, about there being only the Heir Black left that made him a Lord, he asked if it was that way with him being the Potter Scion as well. Those words caused an erupt flurry of moment and tests done with several more Goblins appearing and speaking in their native tongue. Harry didn't have a clue what was going on, but they weren't happy from what he could tell.

Griphook had explained that he was supposed to have been made Lord Potter years ago, when he was reintroduced to the magic world, and the fact that this did not happen was considered an insult to them. They had thought he knew of his standing, and never thought to say or do anything for the time being, believing he was waiting till he was seventeen.

Many tests were done that day as well as several other readings, but at the end of it, Harry left several vaults richer, several more books and such to read, the Goblins offering him kinship with them in response to the oversight on their part, as well as the titles of Lord Potter and Lord Black to his name.

Shaking his head out of memory lane, Harry realized he had been staring at the letter for about fifteen minutes. Rolling his eyes at himself he picked up the letter and opened it.

"Dear Lord Potter-Black,

Yes I know you repeatedly ask us to call you by your first name, but let us have our fun yes? Something urgent has happened at Gringotts, something concerning you. We need your presence as soon as possible.

We've been made aware of certain things that will happen tonight, as well as many possible things that might happen in the future, thanks to our Seers. We've grown fond of you lad, as well as Goblins protect our own, and to us you are one of our own.

This letter is a Portkey, yes we know how much you hate them, but it's the quickest way. Gather your things, as you will not be returning there ever again if we have anything to say about it, hold the letter and say Bank. It will take you to us. If you don't within the next half hour, one of the future paths for you will take root, and the one we offer for your happiness will be closed forever.

We've taken care of the rest, we owe it to you.

Griphook'

Knowing that the Goblins always mean what they say, Harry quickly gathered his things. Thankfully he hadn't really unpacked anything, so all he had to do was toss in some of the books he was reading, make sure the trunk was secured and shrunken, Harry looked around his room. He got the feeling he really wouldn't be back here again, and knowing his instincts, they were right.

He picked up the letter and spoke one word, the last one he would ever speak in the Dursley home. "Bank"

Vanishing without a trace, right as Albus Dumbledore knocked on the front door.

"Harry, my friend it is good to see you." A familiar voice said when Harry was coherent enough to hear. Portkey travel always did that to him, so disorienting. Thankfully he landed on several soft cushions; otherwise he would have had a painful meeting with the stone floor of Gringotts.

"Hello Griphook." Harry said groggily, standing up. He was steadied by the other, with some more Goblins surrounding them. "Greetings honored Goblins, may your gold always flow." They smiled at the greeting, nodding to the human.

"Harry, lad it is good to see you." Ironfang said, walking up with another Goblin, this one an older one with a circlet studded with precious gemstones. "May your enemies cower before your might."

The Boy-Who-Lived smiled at the other, "And yours as well." He turned his attention to the other Goblin, who had a small smile on his face. Harry's eyes widened in recognition and he dropped to one knee. "King Diamondblade, may your ax always stay sharp and true, and the blood of your enemies rain before you." He said, eyes lowered in respect. Before him was the King of all Goblins. Harry gave the highest greeting he could for one of such stature. The other Goblins held their breath as they waited for what the King would do. If he thought the greeting beneath him, or Harry didn't do something right….

"Rise Goblin-kin Harry Potter. May your luck never end, my friend, and your instincts sing true." Diamondblade said, with a hand on the human's shoulder and a wider smile. The human had passed his test with flying colors without even knowing it.

Harry rose with a smile in thanks, not seeing the shocked looks on the other's faces. For the King to say Harry was a friend, basically saying without saying that he trusted Harry with a lot, and upped the Wizard's standing with them. Once more, Harry's luck played in his favor without him knowing.

"May I inquire as to why I was summoned? I always enjoy being here with kin, but it is also a very odd hour for summoning." Harry asked politely, following the elder Goblin. The King led the way from the antechamber where Harry was summoned, past several doors and winding passageways. The other Goblins, who Harry now realized where the King's Guard, followed them. Griphook and Ironfang were at his side.

"For several reasons actually. We were going to summon you later today at a more reasonable hour for something, but another thing came up, one which needed your immediate presence." Griphook explained

At Harry's question filled gaze, the other chuckled, stopping before a door. "The first reason we called you here was this." They opened the door and Harry was floored. Before him were dozens of Goblins, most he had seen before in his time here at the bank, a few others were new. The room itself was normal for Gringotts, shiny cream and white stone walls and floors, the light provided by multicolored floating orbs. At the far end was a table, ladened with all sorts of food, as well as the biggest cake he had ever seen, decorated with what looked like gems of all sorts, and remembering where he was, he had a feeling they were real.

"While Goblins don't exactly celebrate birthdays, we made an exception for you lad. Happy sixteenth birthday." Ironfang said with a grin, nudging the other forward. "We figured you have never had a proper birthday party before and wanted to be the first."

Laughing, Harry turned to the other and bowed his head. "You would be correct, and thank you so much. This definitely caught me by surprise."

"Well it's supposed to be a surprise party for a reason laddie!" A Goblin from the back called, causing laughter all around.

The next hour or so was filled with food and laughter between friends, unlikely as it was with a single human and many Goblins, but Harry had never had more fun in his life, especially on his birthday. The food was excellent, much of it being Goblin cuisine with a food human things for Harry to have. He wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing though and tried many of the foods offered to him, much to the Goblins' delight. The cake was superb, and really was decorated with real gemstones as he found out for sure.

After it was all done and the food magicked away, cushions and chairs appeared along with some light drinks, mainly teas and juices. Everyone relaxed and laughed, swapping stories. Harry was mesmerized by the war stories the Goblins' told for the human teen, who in return told them of his adventures at Hogwarts. Their respect for the warrior grew when they found out just what he had done in his younger years.

"And now my friends, it is time for presents!" King Diamondblade said with a grin, he was having a blast. It had been many years since he had had this much fun with friends and family, and the old war stories energized him.

Harry blushed and stuttered, causing snickering all around. "Now now lad, none of that. Is it not custom to give presents to the birthday boy? And besides, it is something we wish to do." Griphook said with a grin.

Knowing he lost this fight, he sighed and nodded, smiling slightly. Ironfang walked up carrying a golden wrapped package, while to his left two Goblins set down a trunk, and a third on his right had…

"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed happily. The white owl hooted and flew over to her master, nuzzling him. "I've missed you girl."

"Very smart owl you have there Harry," the third Goblin said. "Showed up about twenty minutes ago."

Hedwig started to preen Harry's hair, trying to make it lie flat, much to his amusement as well as the others too. "Thank you, she was my first friend and I dearly missed her."

Ironfang nodded and handed him the package he was holding. Curious, Harry turned it over, trying to guess what it was. It was very light, but very lumpy as well. The Goblins were smiling at the human, it was funny, and it a way soothing, for them to see the human act like the child he never got to be.

Giving up, Harry finally opened the present. Inside was a change of cloths, but in a material he had never seen before. There were three pieces, a dark emerald t-shirt that seemed to shine, an over shirt like a short sleeve jacket open in the front, onyx black with pearl with sleeves, and dark blue jeans. The material was very light and very silky to the touch, even the jeans were. Curious, he looked up.

"We know you really have never been shopping, so we took that liberty." Ironfang explained. He pointed to the chest. "This chest is like that Auror Moody's chest with multiple compartments. The first of which we filled with cloths we made with material we traded eons ago with the elves." Harry knew he was talking about the long gone ancient elves, the ones that were ethereally beautiful and long lived. "The material is mithril, super light weight yet strong, and with some charms weaved in so you'll always be a comfortable temperature. We've made many different outfits for every occasion we could think of." Ironfang waved his hand and the cloths Harry was holding was now on him, his old hand me downs were vanished into nothing.

They fit perfectly and were as light and comfortable as he was told, he even got new shoes. Shakily walking over to the chest, Harry inspected it. A dark black grey wood of some sort was the main body, with what looked to be silver accents all over. Cut into the body was images of battles from ages past, as well as Goblin weapons.

Shaking and slightly tearing up, Harry turned to Ironfang and the others. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, but no sound came out. The Goblin just smiled and patted the other's arm. "We know laddie, you don't need to say anything. It's high time you got some decent clothing."

Gathering himself after a few moments, Harry turned grateful eyes to everyone. "You have no idea how much this means to mean…to have something like this to call my own…"

"It's something that should have always been Harry." Griphook said seriously.

Harry took out his old trunk and shifted everything from it into the different areas of his new trunk, the old one being taken away when he was done and he pocketed the new trunk. "This has been amazing everyone, the food, the stories, the gifts and the surprise…Thank you all." He started off, smiling. "But I'm still curious, what was the reason you called me here at…wow it's three in the morning?" He was surprised.

The Goblin King nodded, eyes serious. "That is true, there is another reason. Come with me." He led the way out, Harry waving goodbye to the remaining Goblins. Ironfang and Griphook followed them. "As you were told in the letter, we have Seers, true ones, not like that fake teacher you had. Anyway we were told of what was to come in the future, many possible scenarios. Most of which weren't good, a few were terrible…I don't wish to go into details about those."

"We've been keeping an eye out; to see if there was anything we could do to help you. Goblins will not take part in the up coming war, however you are the exception." Griphook explained to Harry. The four continued to walk, deeper and into the bank, down and down they went. "You are kin, and therefore we wanted to at least make sure you were ok. But every future we saw…you never fully recovered from the war, that is if it was won by you."

"We weren't sure what to do. We couldn't just hide you away; you're too pure hearted to do that. We could offer you training, but those futures weren't much better either." Ironfang took over. "We asked the Seers for help, and it came in a new form. We know your past was not the best, and we know that while you will help, you really don't want to take part in a war not of your making."

Harry nodded, petting Hedwig. While he would help and do his best to protect everyone, he truly did not want to fight in a war that was based off of a stupid reason. Besides, what could a teenager do, when there were dozens of fully trained others whose jobs it is to take care of situations like this? No, he wanted nothing to do with it if he could help it.

"That's what we figured as well." Diamondblade said, stopping before large stone doors. "So we asked the Seers to find a path for you, or any help, that could lead to a better, happier future for you…and it was answered."

The stone doors opened to a large chamber, lit only by torches. Inside were a few beings, most of which were ancient Goblins, eyes glowing in the light. In the center however was a tall cloaked being. Harry couldn't tell who, or even what, the being was. They weren't human from what he could tell, but he couldn't see any defining features. Their face was cloaked in shadow, though he could see faint purple eyes watching him.

The second their eyes met, Harry felt his magic give a happy quiet hum. That right there told him that whoever or whatever this being was, they wouldn't hurt him. Harry walked forward without fear, the others watching him as he walked to the cloaked being. He stopped right in front, the purple eyes watching him with what seemed to be amusement, though most of the emotion was hidden.

Harry gave a slight bow, "Welcome Stranger, to Gringotts and to this world. My name is Harry Potter. It is a pleasure to meet you."

The amusement was clearer now; the other nodded their head in thanks, but said nothing.

"This being appeared before the Seers when they were scrying. You're correct in your guess; he is not from this world." Griphook said from the doorway.

"We've been watching you, human." The being said in a male voice, that also wasn't a voice. He didn't move from his spot. "The Creator and I heard you before. We could also see your thoughts."

Normally having himself watched or thoughts read would anger or annoy Harry, but his instincts were practically screaming at him that this being meant him no harm at all. "What was it that you saw, that concerned you enough to come to this world?"

A slight tilting of the head and eyes, Harry got the impression that he was being studied, and what the other found pleased him. "We've seen your past, your present and many futures. We've seen your heart, pure as it is in this world. Only one other I know comes close to you. You both care deeply for others, you show respect to others even when most see them as beneath them. You're both brave and will do anything you can to help others. The difference is though, is that while his life has been very good to him, yours hasn't. Myself and others wish to fix that."

Harry was quiet for a long time, mulling over what the other said. The being shifted closer in silent question. "The life I've lived so far, I've learned that my instincts are right nearly all of the time. They say that you are telling the truth, and that you mean no harm."

"I don't." The other confirmed. "Our pasts are similar in a sense. I was created with the sole purpose of being a weapon. I was lied to repeatedly, and others tried to control me or use me. I wanted the world destroyed at one point in time, and nearly succeeded in doing so. You could have easily ended up like me in that sense, but you remained pure, like the one who stopped me and showed me that there was another way. I wish to help protect that in you."

Harry just smiled at the other. "If it'll make you feel better, then I don't mind. At least you're honest with me about your reasoning. Others either don't tell me, or tell me half truths and leave me to figure out the rest for myself."

The other moved forward and wrapped the teen in a hug in thanks. Harry hugged back, feeling the odd shape of the being before him. Definitely not human.

"So…why are you here? Besides that?"

"I wish for you to have a Journey, as my friend once did, though he finished his awhile ago from what I've heard.. I wish for you to have fun, and make a future for yourself. And if you would have me…I would wish to join you on it." The other said truthfully, backing up slightly. "Some of…my family you could call it, wish to meet you too, and I would like my friend to meet you. I believe you would get along very well."

Harry turned to the Goblins, who had been silent this whole time. "You want me to go with him, don't you."

They nodded and Diamondblade stepped forward. "Our Seers have seen the future that this path would lead…you would be happy Harry. You would find what you're looking for, even if you don't know you're looking yet."

"It would be goodbye, wouldn't it?" Harry said softly. "I wouldn't be coming back here."

"Aye, it would." Ironfang said. "But perhaps not forever. You've done the impossible before, I'm sure you would find a way one day." He said smiling.

Griphook walked forward and gave the other a hug. "We've given you supplies and what we could to prep you for your journey. We will take care of things here in your absence. And no one above ground would know, so you'll be safe even from Snakeface himself." He raised a finger to Harry's forehead and it glowed for a second. The teen's vision went blurry until he took off his glasses. "My final gift to you, couldn't let you leave without giving you a present myself."

Harry just hugged the other, "I'll miss you…take care of my things for me ok?" He handed his wand to Griphook, surprising the other. "I get the feeling magic doesn't work in this new world, so I trust it to you. And could you take care of my Seats in the Ministry? I trust you all with decisions about that as well."

Never before has a Goblin of any standing been given not only a wand, but the ability to have a say in the Ministry. Harry was truly one of a kind.

"We will Harry. Just focus on yourself for once ok? Have fun, live life, cause trouble and get out of it." Diamondblade said to Harry, smirking slightly, bowing his head first to show his respect and thanks.

Harry bowed back; even Hedwig did as well, before turning to the cloaked being. He walked forward and handed something to the wizard, doing so let Harry see his skin was a light purple, and his hands only had three fingers, each one ended in a ball of some sort. The object he handed him was a metal ball of some kind, with a button in the middle. The ball itself was a white and red one with a grey line in the middle to show where it could open. Behind him a bright white and gold portal had appeared.

"This is called a Pokeball, one of the many different kinds though this is the most standard one. It allows you to 'capture' me for lack of a better word, among others of my kind. When you arrive in my world, the knowledge will be given to you automatically when you arrive. And yes, your friend can come too, although you might not recognize her the next time you see her. Just press the button side to me and it will do the rest. When that is done, walk through the portal." The being explained, handing it over.

Harry just stared at it, and then at the other to make sure that this is what he wanted. The taller one nodded and gave the impression of smiling, giving Harry the reassurance needed. He gently pressed the button side on the hand of the other. They were engulfed in a red light, disappearing into the now open Pokeball. It fell to the floor, shook three times and then gave a quiet ding, the red button fading to grey again.

Picking it up and putting it on the belt on his new outfit, Harry turned around. "Well everyone…I guess this is goodbye."

Griphook shook his head, smiling at the human. "Not goodbye, more like see you later, as you humans say."

Laughing happily, Harry nodded and stepped through the portal, which vanished right behind him. His laughter echoed pleasantly in the chamber.

"I hope he finds happiness." Ironfang said.

Diamondblade nodded. "I know he will. Come, time to cause some chaos of our own." And with wicked sounding laughter, the Goblins left the chamber to go screw with the minds of the humans above. After all, it's what they lived for nowadays.

Meanwhile, Harry having a crash landing course in a bush outside of a small rural town.

Well I hope that was worth the wait and lived up to your expectations. Now, this story is going to be a redo of New Starts. I won't take it down though. Hopefully this will be a longer, better paced story than the other one. I already have Harry's team set up, thanks to the only two people who actually read that note and reviewed who and why. You know who you are, you both rock, and thank you.

I'll write when I can, but you know how life goes. Let me know what you guys think!