"Hello, dirt boy."

The words would only be spoken by three people from whom Harry interacted. Petunia Evans Dursley, Dudley Dursley and Vernon Dursley. Judging by the sharp shrill tone, It was his aunt Petunia.

"Diddikins needs his dues." She said coldly. "Make sure he gets it."

Harry was so beaten out of it that he had no longer held a decision. Obey, obey and obey.

Harry woke from a cold sweat. He looked like his bedsheet was drenched in piss again. As he had practiced, he methodically stripped the covers and walked to the common room.

It was a mystery how it happened.

Harry Potter wasn't a freak but a wizard.

So he posted a coded letter to all the wizards in the world. And his entire life changed.

"Tom?" Harry asked.

The barkeeper never had a room but the Leaky Cauldron was a wizard established business, open twenty-four seven.

"Yes sir?" Tom had refrained from asking his name, but had managed to call the muggle police to them, and a lawyer to keep Harry's identity a secret.

"I- "Harry was too ashamed to say but just held up the bedsheets in question.

"Elvin?" Tom said loudly.

A small pop showed a house elf looking at the boy in question. House elves had a binding oath never to reveal the secrets of their masters and all house elves had look once to see Harry and each took a silent oath.

Harry passed the sheet to the elf who vanished as Tom approached Harry with a cup of hot chocolate mixed with warm honey.

"Drink this." Tom said, making harry sit on a stool.

Tom went back to work. Harry looked around doing a cold reading on every one. Even if having a next to no education, somehow his magic blood was keeping harry alive and helping him up to date with world's knowledge.

As the golden rays of the sun penetrated the dingy and dusty windows of the bar, the first customers already began trickling through the doors, wearing what Tom later described as robes. Weird.

"Alright, since you are a wizard, sir, I suggest you visit Gringotts." Tom said. "They are run by goblins, so under no circumstances can you mess with them. They operate under their own rules, and only very few rules can be clash with them, so a jury called the Wizengamot has to sit down to discuss the circumstances."

Harry just remained silent.

"Well for the rest of the books, Fluorish and Blotts, and then your wand of course." Tom said. But don't worry."

After a quick wash, dress changing, Harry was standing in front of a tall building made of marble. Must be a thing.

He walked, well, limped closer to the double glass doors, an engraved poem made itself visible on the door.

Enter stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly on their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

"Even first timers never, stand to read the inscription." A voice said.

Harry stumbled in shock, only noticing the short man, standing guard on the door. "Apologies, I did not notice you there, sir."

"Most people don't." The goblin said, shocked but acknowledged his apologies.

"Well, then kind sir, thank you for keeping our valuables safe." Harry said, opening the doors, giving the goblin another shock.

Harry looked around, seeing piles over piles of coins on each desk. He walked to the closest one on the door. "Excuse me, but who may I have to approach to see if I hav3 an existing account?"

The goblin looked up mildly curious, to see a small boy of ten, supporting himself on a cane. "Name?"

"I don't know." Harry said. "All my family said was my name is Harry."

He cast a critical eye. "Griphook, please escort this gentleman to the Line Verification Room."

A small goblin guided the boy, giving gentle support to the boy. "Crocknut, we need to find this boy's parents."

The goblin nodded. "Now, we need blood." He produced that sent the boy shrieking. Crocknut wisely excused himself from the room, letting Griphook handle the situation.

Harry held his chest to himself, making the panic dismiss, as crocknut returned with a female wizard and another.

"Alright." The female just picked up the little boy and held the little boy, against herself, ignoring the fresh attack, letting her own steady heart bring peace to the terrified soul, muttering safe thoughts to the child.

"Who is he?" She asked.

"He introduced himself as Harry." Griphook said. "We were about to do a lineage test."

The woman studied the child, as the high short terror that would send everyone to sleep only made the boy tired. The boy looked familiar. She just couldn't a finger to the name. The boy looked back to the woman, the piercing green eyes studied the woman, before his turned into a soft smile.

"Thank you, ma'am." The boy said.

"Griphook, would saliva be fine?" She asked.

"Yes." Griphook passed a small vial to the old woman.

"Harry, my name is Amelia Bones." The witch introduced herself. "If you belonged to any of the family, we need- "

"A DNA test." Harry supplied. "I understand." He let the saliva collect in the vial. "So who are you exactly?"

"I work in the ministry of Law Enforcement. Kind of FBI." Amelia said.

"Lady Bones, we have the name." Griphook said. Amelia turned away.

"Thank you, Griphook." Harry said, accepting the scroll. "Harry James Potter."

The Ministry was going to have a field day. Amelia thought.

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"Harry?" Amelia shook the boy out of his thoughts.

"Yes, ma'am?" Harry asked.

Harry again being too overwhelmed with the news had to take a breather, so they escaped the bank and were sitting at the bar.

"Your injuries- "

"I don't want to talk about." Harry said sharply.

"I don't want to talk to you about it." Amelia said. "Just that, with so many extensive injuries, and the Master goblin reporting it, I need to create a short file about it."

"But wouldn't it be against a bank's privacy law?" Harry asked.

"Those privacy laws are made to keep a person safe." Amelia agreed. "But still the Goblins are made to report Wizard injuries, with only access to the head, the parents, and the investigating officer."

"But the people who did it to me are already in jail." Harry said. "The muggle one. Mr. Tom helped." He added pointing to the barkeeper.

"Wait." Amelia said horrified. "You weren't living with those Dursleys were you?"

"How did you know that name?" Harry asked, sharply as the pain began flaring in her core.

"It's all over the muggle newspaper." Amelia said, as the pressure was removed. "But your name wasn't mentioned on it."

"Oh." Harry said.

Harry unrolled scroll that gave all the details of his family.

Name: Harry James Potter

Lord of Potter House, Heir to Black House.

Heir to Gryffindor Lineage and Slytherin Lineage.

Ownings of Potter House:

4,000,000,000,000,000 Galleons

1 seat at the Wizengamot

House in Godric's Hollow

House in Diagon Alley

Manor in Alps.

Shares in Olivanders

Shares in Zonkos

Ownings of Black House:

2,000,999,003,234,443 Galleons

1 seat on the Wizengamot

Number 12 Grimmauld Place

Manor in Alps

House in Japan

House in India

Shop in Diagon Alley

Shares in Daily Prophet

Ownings of Gryffindor House

7,000,000,000,000,000 Galleons

Sword of Gryffindor

Quarter of Godric's Hollow

Quarter of Hogsmeade Village

Ownings of Slytherin House

9,000,000,000,000,000 Galleons

Slytherin's Locket

Quarter of Godric's Hollow

Quarter of Hogsmeade Village

Note:

The tested wizard has magical blocks placed in his core, that prevents him for the following:

Animagus Transformation

Occumelency

Legilimency

Metamorphagus Transformations

Note:

A cursed soul seems to be residing inside the witch/wizard's soul. Remove with precision and careful precaution.

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Again, with another confirmation, Griphook sat with Amelia and Harry.

"So, Lord Potter, I believe you have gone over your details?" Griphook asked.

Harry nodded. "First, these blocks. Can they be removed, also, who cast them?"

"Finding the identity may be impossible after all this time." Griphook said. "But these blocks can be removed, along with the curse."

"How?"

Griphook snapped his fingers and two stone tablets appeared in front of him. "The process is simple, but quite exhausting."

"Is this the Ten Commandments?" Harry asked, as he observed the writing.

"Interesting." Griphook said. "They are. But for our kind. Place your hand on both of them."

Harry did as directed. Half a second later, his palms seems to have been melded into the tablets because he seemed to be kneeling on the floor, writhing in pain. After what felt like an eternity, Harry felt completely healed. No injuries, scaling, broken hands, but he felt free.

"Now, with that out of the way, Lord Potter, let's talk about your savings." Griphook said.

Amelia watched in wonder as Harry transferred the entire holdings into the Potter vault, not to mention he made a smart investment in a new building in Diagon Alley.

"Now can I visit my Vault?" Harry asked kindly.

"Hold on Harry." Amelia said.

(Line Break)

One wild cart ride later; Harry was standing in front of Vault number 084. Amelia waited outside the vault along with Griphook. The small goblin gave an appreciative nod.

Inside the vault, Harry was amazed by what he was seeing. Heaps of gold, silver and bronze coins stood in raining mounds. "Griphook? I need something to carry the coins."

"Actually, Lord Potter that won't exactly be necessary." Griphook said. He walked to a corner closer to the vault and asked, what's your favorite color?"

"Black?" Griphook nodded and picked a black purse.

"This is a dragon heartstring pouch." Griphook said. "For extreme transactions, you have to come to the bank, but for the minor transactions, you can use the purse to directly use the bank."

Apart from the coins, there were mounds of treasure, books even Amelia Ma'am hadn't heard about, treasures, and other trinkets.

"Griphook, why is this book lying so separately?" Amelia asked.

"That is not a book." He said. "That is a 7 set trunk, with a blood lock protection. It is coded only to the pure Potter Bloodline and if he wants anyone to access it, he needs to have explicit confirmation, or no one will be able to access it at all. This is the instruction manual" He gave Harry a parchment.

"Thank you Griphook." Harry said. With a wild cart ride, Harry was again in the office.

"And who are my guardians?" Harry asked. "Surely there had to be someone in line."

"Well, according to the Late Lord and Lady's wishes, the first in line was Sirius Black, then Frank and Alice Longbottom."

"And why weren't they contacted?" Harry asked.

"Well, Sirius Black is in prison." Amelia put in. "He was sent in there for killing Thirteen muggles, and betrayed your family for You Know Who. As for the Longbottoms, they are lucid, totally unaware of their surroundings."

(Line Break)

Susan Bones was sure a smart witch. She had definitely adopted mother's brains.

"Susan, can you come down here?" Her mother's voice rang from the living room.

Weird. She knew her mother wasn't coming until late night. Luckily she knew a couple of spells.

She picked her wand and hid it in her sleeve.

"Mom?" Susan asked. She noticed she was standing next to another boy. Quickly, she drew her wand, what was the first spell you taught me?"

"Petrificus Totalus." She said, nodded approvingly. "Susan, this is Harry Potter. He will be staying with us until his Hogwarts education is complete."

The boy meekly raised his hand to shake. "Do you want me here."

Susan accepted the handshake. "Welcome to the Bones family, Harry."