AN: Hey guys, I am trying to push the story so that we can get to the Wizengamot meeting in Chapter 4 and the school year faster, so the next few after chapter 4 might be relatively short. I realised that some people might want to read M-rated scenes, so I am going to start a new story parallel to this one with the lemon stuff there. Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Gringotts

As Harry walked into the great white marble structure of Gringotts, he remembered the last time he had entered (meaning the previous timeline) the place. They had left the place in a hurry on a dragon and left a mess. If it hadn't been for Riddle, there probably would not have a been a need to break into Gringotts.

*Flashback*

"Make him press his hand to the door!" Griphook urged Harry, who turned his wand again upon Bogrod. The old goblin obeyed, pressing his palm to the wood, and the door of the vault melted away to reveal a cave like opening crammed from floor to ceiling with golden coins and goblets, silver armor, the skins of strange creatures – some with long spines, other with drooping wings – potions in jeweled flasks, and a skull still wearing a crown. "Search, fast!" said Harry as they all hurried inside the vault. He had described Hufflepuff's cup to Ron and Hermione, but if it was the other, unknown Horcrux that resided in this vault, he did not know what it looked like. He barely had time to glance around, however, before there was a muffled clunk from behind them: The door had re-appeared, sealing them inside the vault, and they were plunged into total darkness.

"No matter, Bogrod will be able to release us!" said Griphook as Ron gave a shout of surprise. "Light your wands, can't you? And hurry, we have little time!"

"Lumos!"

Harry shone his lit wand around the vault: Its beam fell upon glittering jewels; he saw the fake sword of Gryffindor lying on a high shelf amongst a jumble of chains. Ronand Hermione had lit their wands too, and were now examining the piles of objects surrounding them.

"Harry, could this be - ? Aargh!"

Hermione screamed in pain, and Harry turned his wand on her in time to see a jeweled goblet tumbling from her grip. But as it fell, it split, became a shower of goblets,so that a second later, with a great clatter, the floor was covered in identical cups rolling in every direction, the original impossible to discern amongst them.

"It burned me!" moaned Hermione, sucking her blistered fingers.

"They have added Germino and Flagrante Curses!" said Griphook.

"Everything you touch will burn and multiply, but the copies are worthless – and if you continue to handle the treasure, you will eventually be crushed to death by the weight of expanding gold!"

"Okay, don't touch anything!" said Harry desperately, but even as he said it, Ron accidentally nudged one of the fallen goblets with his foot, and twenty more exploded into being while Ron hopped on the spot, part of his shoe burned away by contact with the hot metal.

"Stand still, don't move!" said Hermione, clutching at Ron.

"Just look around!" said Harry. "Remember, the cup's small and gold, it's got a badger engraved on it, two handles – otherwise see if you can spot Ravenclaw's symbol anywhere, the eagle –"

They directed their wands into every nook and crevice, turning cautiously on the spot. It was impossible not to brush up against anything; Harry sent a great cascade of fake Galleons onto the ground where they joined the goblets, and now there was scarcely room to place their feet, and the glowing gold blazed with heat, so that the vault felt like a furnace. Harry's wand light passed over shields and goblin-made helmets set on shelves rising to the ceiling; higher and higher he raised the beam, until suddenly it found an object that made his heart skip and his hand tremble.

"It's there, it's up there!"

Ron and Hermione pointed there wands at it too, so that the little golden cup sparkled in a three-way spotlight: the cup that had belonged to Helga Hufflepuff, which had passed into the possession of Hepzibah Smith, from whom it had been stolen by Tom Riddle.

"And how the hell are we going to get up there without touching anything?" asked Ron.

"Accio Cup!" cried Hermione, who had evidently forgotten in her desperation what Griphook had told them during their planning sessions.

"No use, no use!" snarled the goblin.

"Then what do we do?" said Harry, glaring at the goblin. "If you want the sword,Griphook, then you'll have to help us more than – wait! Can I touch stuff with the sword?Hermione, give it here!"

Hermione fumbled insider her robes, drew out a beaded bag, rummaged for a few seconds, then removed the shining sword. Harry seized it by its rubied hilt and touched the tip of the blade to a silver flagon nearby, which did not multiply.

"If I can just poke the sword through a handle – but how am I going to get upthere?"

The shelf on which the cup reposed was out of reach for any of them, even Ron,who was tallest. The heat from the enchanted treasure rose in waves, and sweat ran down Harry's face and back as he struggled to think of a way up to the cup; and then he heard the dragon roar on the other side of the vault door, and the sound of clanking growing louder and louder.

They were truly trapped now: There was no way out except through the door, and a horde of goblins seemed to be approaching on the other side. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione and saw terror in their faces.

"Hermione," said Harry, as the clanking grew louder, "I've got to get up there,we've got to get rid of it –"

She raised her wand, pointed it at Harry, and whispered, "Levicorpus."

Hoisted into the air by his ankle, Harry hit a suit of armor and replicas burst out of it like white-hot bodies, filling the cramped space. With screams of pain, Ron, Hermione,and the two goblins were knocked aside into other objects, which also began to buried in a rising tide of red-hot treasure, they struggled and yelled has Harry thrust the sword through the handle of Hufflepuff's cup, hooking it onto the blade.

"Impervius!" screeched Hermione in an attempt to protect herself, Ron, and the goblins from the burning metal.

Then the worst scream yet made Harry look down: Ron and Hermione were waist deep in treasure, struggling to keep Bogrod from slipping beneath the rising tide, but Griphook had sunk out of sight; and nothing but the tips of a few long fingers were left inview.

Harry seized Griphook's fingers and pulled. The blistered goblin emerged by degrees, howling.

"Liberatocorpus!" yelled Harry, and with a crash he and Griphook landed on the surface of the swelling treasure, and the sword flew out of Harry's hand.

"Get it!" Harry yelled, fighting the pain of the hot metal on his skin, as Griphook clambered onto his shoulders again, determined to avoid the swelling mass of red-hot objects. "Where's the sword? It had the cup on it!"

The clanking on the other side of the door was growing deafening – it was too late–

"There!"

It was Griphook who had seen it and Griphook who lunged, and in that instant Harry knew that the goblin had never expected them to keep their word. One hand holding tightly to a fistful of Harry's hair, to make sure he did not fall into the heavingsea of burning gold, Griphook seized the hilt of the sword and swung it high out of Harry's reach. The tiny golden cup, skewered by the handle on the sword's blade was flung into the air. The goblin astride him, Harry dived and caught it, and although he could feel it scalding his flesh he did not relinquish it, even while countless Hufflepuff cups burst from his fist, raining down upon him as the entrance of the vault opened up again and he found himself sliding uncontrollably on an expanding avalanche of fiery gold and silver that bore him, Ron, Hermione into the outer chamber.

Hardly aware of the pain from the burns covering his body, and still borne along the swell of replicating treasure, Harry shoved the cup into his pocket and reached up to retrieve the sword, but Griphook was gone. Sliding from Harry's shoulders the moment he could, he had sprinted for cover amongst the surrounding goblins, brandishing the sword and crying, "Thieves! Thieves! Help! Thieves!" He vanished into the midst of the advancing crowd, all of whom were holding daggers and who accepted him without question.

Slipping on the hot metal, Harry struggled to his feet and knew that the only way out was through.

"Stupefy!" he bellowed, and Ron and Hermione joined in: Jets of red light flew into the crowd of goblins, and some toppled over, but others advanced, and Harry saw several wizard guards running around the corner.

The tethered dragon let out a roar, and a gush of flame flew over the goblins; The wizards fled, doubled-up, back the way they had come, and inspiration, or madness, cameto Harry. Pointing his wand at the thick cuffs chaining the beast to the floor, he yelled,"Relashio!"

The cuffs broken open with loud bangs.

"This way!" Harry yelled, and still shooting Stunning Spells at the advancing goblins, he sprinted toward the blind dragon.

"Harry – Harry – what are you doing?" cried Hermione.

"Get up, climb up, come on –"

The dragon had not realized that it was free: Harry's foot found the crook of its hind leg and he pulled himself up onto its back. The scales were hard as steel; it did not even seem to feel him. He stretched out an arm; Hermione hoisted herself up; Ron climbed on behind them, and a second later the dragon became aware that it was untethered.

With a roar it reared: Harry dug in his knees, clutching as tightly as he could to the jagged scales as the wings opened, knocking the shrieking goblins aside like skittles,and it soared into the air. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, flat on its back, scraped against the ceiling as it dived toward the passage opening, while the pursuing goblins hurled daggers that glanced off its flanks.

"We'll never get out, it's too big!" Hermione screamed, but the dragon opened its mouth and belched flame again, blasting the tunnel, whose floors and ceiling cracked and crumbled. By sheer force, the dragon clawed and fought its way through. Harry's eyes were shut tight against the heat and dust: Deafened by the crash of rock and the dragon's roars, he could only cling to its back, expecting to be shaken off at any moment; then he heard Hermione yelling, "Defodio!"

She was helping the dragon enlarge the passageway, carving out the ceiling as it struggled upward toward the fresher air, away from the shrieking and clanking goblins:Harry and Ron copied her, blasting the ceiling apart with more gouging spells. They passed the underground lake, and the great crawling, snarling beast seemed to sense freedom and space ahead of it, and behind them the passage was full of the dragon's thrashing, spiked tail, of great lumps of rock, gigantic fractured stalactites, and the clanking of the goblins seemed to be growing more muffled, while ahead, the dragon's fire kept their progress clear –

And then at last, by the combined force of their spells and the dragon's brute strength, they had blasted their way out of the passage into the marble hallway. Goblins and wizards shrieked and ran for cover, and finally the dragon had room to stretch its wings: Turning its horned head toward the cool outside air it could smell beyond the entrance, it took off, and with Harry, Ron, and Hermione still clinging to its back, it forced its way through the metal doors, leaving them buckled and hanging from their hinges, as it staggered into Diagon Alley and launched itself into the sky.

*End of Flashback* ~Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows

Harry grimaced. Even though he had now spent a few weeks in the new timeline, the memories of the past year (AN: Yes! It is the past timeline! If you got any better way to put it then leave your comment on the document shared.) were still fresh in his mind.

"Good morning teller Bloodclaw, I wish to have a look at my accounts today."

The goblin was momentarily startled, stunned that a wizard had spoken respectfully to him. Even if Harry didn't notice, he had changed the course of Wizard-Goblin relations at that point, every single goblin was hanging onto his words, anticipating what he was going say next.

"Of course, Mr Potter, one moment." Bloodclaw shut his counter window and beckoned Harry to follow him. "The rest of your entourage can follow if she wants to."

"If it's not too much trouble, is it possible to take up the Potter Head of House position? That is if it is not a bother for you."

"Nonsense, of course not! As you are the last Potter, you are entitled to take up the Head of House signet ring the moment you had turned eleven."

Harry felt his anger boiling, waiting to burst out of him. His magic is rolling off of him in waves now. Hermione, who had been walking alongside him, marvelling the marble structure, wrapped Harry in a embrace, whispering, "Shush Harry, the old goat can't touch you anymore. There is no need to worry, this is the reason we came back after all."

Practicing Occlumency, Harry schooled his feature and said to the goblin, "I would also like to have an inheritance test done for me and these lovelies with me."

"Easily done, come, you can do your inheritance test while waiting for your account manager." Bloodclaw told them.

While they were walking down the hallway, the goblins they passed all saluted to them and they nodded back. After a few minutes of walking, they finally arrived at the office.

"Come in here. Right, take this knife and slit your palm with it. Then drip your blood onto these parchments.

:-:

Harry James Potter:

Father: James Charles Potter (Deceased)

Mother: Lily Rose Potter nee Evans

Date of Birth: July 31st, 1980 AD

Abilities:

-Wandless Magic (Blocked 100%)

-Natural Animagus (Phoenix Wolf) (Blocked 100%)

-Elemental Magic (Blocked 100%)

-Natural Occlumens (Blocked 100%)

-Metamorphagus

Inheritance:

-Heir of Potter (By Father)

-Heir of Black (By Father)

-Heir of Peverell (By Father)

-Heir of Gryffindor (By Father)

-Heir of Ravenclaw (By Mother)

-Heir of Hufflepuff (By Father)

-Heir of Slytherin (By Mother & Rights of Conquest)

Family:

-Lily Rose Potter nee Evans (Mother)

-Hermione Jean Potter nee Granger (Wife)

-Daphne Marie Black nee Greengrass (Wife)

-Susan Amelia Peverell nee Bones (Wife)

-Katie Iris Gryffindor nee Bell (Wife)

-Penelope Sarah Ravenclaw nee Clearwater (Wife)

-Nymphadora Andromeda Hufflepuff nee Tonks (Wife)

-Astoria Sophie Slytherin nee Greengrass (Wife)

Harry's mouth dropped open, "My mother is still alive? But… but how?"

If there was any indication that Bloodclaw was surprised, he gave no indication other than the subtle raise of his eyebrow, "Yes, it would certainly seem so… Hmmm… Very curious… Yes… It would seem that Your mother is neither alive nor dead, she is in an in between place, and the only symptom that resembles that is where the soul is not in the body. It seems that your mother's so is lodged in your scar blocking another from possessing you." Bloodclaw said as he waved his hands performing diagnostic charms (A/N: The goblin version, morons…) over the parchment and Harry.

Harry's vision turned black and he passed out.

A/N: Hey guys, next chapter we get to meet Lily Potter and follow Harry to Potter Manor. Keep in mind that it is 2 weeks from 1st September and there is a Wizengamot meeting in 1 week. Maybe add an emergency one by Dumbledore trying to revoke Harry's lordship...