Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number Four Privet drive were happy to say they were perfectly normal thank you very much! Mr. Durley worked at a company that made drills called Grunnings. At five o'clock sharp everyday Mrs. Dursley woke up to fix Mr. Dursley's breakfast, at six o'clock Mr. Dursley woke up to have a shower and came down to have the full English breakfast he so enjoyed, while Mrs. Dursley ate her favorite breakfast of grapefruit with just a sprinkle of sugar. Like their breakfast, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley differed quite a bit. Mr. Dursley was a short, abnormally large man, with a little neck and a very large mustache to make up for it. He had watery brown eyes and limp blonde hair. Mrs. Dursley on the other had was was a tall thin woman with double the amount of neck a person usually has, that she put to good use spying on the neighbors. As Mrs. Dursley got up to get the milk from the front porch she got a feeling of foreboding. Shaking it off as nothing, she went on her way. Opening the door she let out a peiricing scream that, if it was possible, would have woken the dead. There on her front porch was little Harry James Potter wrapped in a blue baby blanket with nothing more then a note pinned to it.

14 Years Later

After fourteen years living at Privte Drive, Surry, most of the whole neighborhood could say that one Harry Potter was a very strange, unwelcomed addition to their completely normal lives. As far as they could see he was a very strange and horrid young man, a complete and utter hoodlum that his completely respectable Aunt and Uncle took in from the graces of their own hearts. They knew that he went to St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incrurably Criminal Boys from his aunt, and truly they had no idea how the Dursleys were able to handle knowing they had him as a nephew! Knowing this they ignored any attention to the fact that Harry always wore Dudley's rags, because they knew that he would only ruin the good cloths he would be given. And the reason he was so thin and delicate looking was because he was obviously on drugs…. Those poor poor Dursley's.

As the neighborhood convinced themselves that how the Dursley's treated Harry Potter was right, the story was alot diffrent from Harry's perspective. He was a very peculiar boy in a neighborhood that prized every thing that was good and normal, because lets face it he was anything but normal. For starters he was a wizard, a powerful one at that. The neighborhood believed that his parents was lazy unemployed drunkards that were killed in a car accident, when in all actuality they were war hero's that layed down their lives so that Harry might live. The reason he was always seen in rags around the neighborhood was because Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon refused to spend even a single penny on him that they didn't have to. The true reason he was so thin was because while Dudley sat on his ass, unless he was out terrorising the kids of the neighborhood, vandilizing some poor souls property or doing drugs with his gang, Harry was forced to do all the chores of the house including painting the fence, tending to the garden, making sure it was perfect, and anything else that his guardians could think of for him to do. And he did not go to St. Brutus's thank you very much! He went to Hogswarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry one of the finest schools in the world.

That night was was July 30th, the night before Harry's birthday and as was tradition he stayed up and waited for midnight as he sat at his desk. Not for the first time he wondered when he would be able to leave and go to the Weasley's home. Sure it was a bit runned down but it was a true home and he loved it even if he didn't truely belonged there. Looking out the window he smiled as he seen the arrival flight of a group of owls. Bird watchers everywhere would have absolutely loved to have seen them if they could have. But these were no ordinary owls, no these were wizarding post owls. Leaning over the rickety desk he opened the window to admit the four owls with their packages. As they flew in he was quick to shut the curtains because it just wouldn't have been proper for him to be seen with owls in his room. Smiling in relife he tore into Mrs. Weasley's care package, this summer had been one of the of the wrost with Dudley being on a diet. Even with the diet going on in the Dursley home, Petunia always made sure that Harry only got a quarter of what her precious son got. Opening the closest letter he had to smile yet again that night at the letter from Ron.

Dear Harry,

Hey mate how are you doing? Are those muggles treating you right? If they aint make sure to threaten them with padfoot ! You'll never believe it, but dad won the ministry draw to go to the Quiddach World Cup! Mum and dad said that you and Hermione could come with us if you wanted. Who are they kidding we both know you'll come and Hermione will even if her nose will be stuck in a 'light bit of reading'. Happy Birthday mate be sure and write back so I can tell them you will be coming!Ron

Grinning from ear to ear, he took another bite of Mrs. Weasley's shepard pie as he opened the next letter.

Dear Harry,

How are you holding up? I do hope that you are keeping up with your school work, you know that our OWL's is only a year away! Don't worry, I've already got all of us planners so I can start planning our study time as soon as we get our scheduals! Did you hear about Ron's dad winning the ministry draw? He's already asked me about going and my parents are fine with it. I cant wait to tell you guys all about the history I've learned from here in Rome! Its like a dream come true! I hope you like my birthday present, I was so worried that the owl wouldn't have made it in time but then Hedwig showed up out of the blue. I believe she wanted to know for sure that you would have something for your birthday and what better way then to deliever it her self! I hope to see you at the Weasley's house!

Hermione

Laughing quietly to himself he stroked Hedwigs feathers as he told his beautiful owl thank you, watching as she puffed up in pride. Grabbing the next letter he let loose a briliant smile as he noticed that it was from Padfoot. Padfoot was his new found godfather, fudgative of the law, the one and only Sirius Black. That name had made his relatives back off of him, almost treating him as he should have been treated. Though he was happy to know that even though Sirius was wanted for the murder of his parents, he didn't actually do it. He had been framed by the traiter Peter Wormtail Pettigrew. That though was something that the Dursley's didn't need to know, as they hadn't needed to know that he couldn't use magic outside of school. He understood that Dobby was only trying to help and protect him, but the little house elf had blown his secret out of the water earning him a week in his room with no food, bars on his windows and his beautiful girl trapped in her cage. Looking at the clock and sighing when it read eleven fifty-six. Four more minutes to go until his birthday so he got to reading his last letter.

Dear Prongslet,

How is your summer going? I wish that you could be here on the beach with me and Moony. We both miss you and can't wait to see you again. Remember to prank those muggles of your's as much as you can! Now on to some important matters. Prongslet I have a story to tell you. When your dad first met Lily Evens (your mum) he was infactuated with her and when he realized that Snape was with her he instantly hated him. I didn't understand why James hated him with such a vengence and at the time neither could he. As we grew by our third year James thought him self in love with the firery red headed Lily, or as he called her his Lilly-flower. That year he asked her out at least once a day but she always said no, but good old James wouldn't take no for a answer. The night before James fourteenth birthday Moony, the traiter and I stayed the night with him. We all stayed up counting down the minutes until midnight. As the clock stroke midnight James changed. He grew taller and more musclular then he was, he didn't need his glasses any more and the biggest addition was his purer then the driven snow wings. I can remember running for your grandparents so afraid for him. Harry what I'm trying to say is that your father went through an angel inheritance and more then likely you will as well tonight. That is the reason why your mother gave James a chance, is because she was his mate and I believe that sense he seen her that day on the train on some instinctual level he knew that she was. It's why he was always so cruel to Snape and after he won her heart completely, he left him alone from then on but always had his eye on him.I wish that I could be there for you through this transition but as we both know I can't. I can't tell you much about angels but I can tell you that one- they do have a destined mate and two- there is two types of angels, the dominate and the submissive. Though the domanites are larger its the submissives that are stronger, more lethal of the duo. The submissives are the ones that go to war, they are the ones that protect the innocent. The domanints are the ones that protect the home and anchors the submissive. There are instanses where a domanint angels destined is completely human with not a drop of angel blood in them like your mum, but it is rare that a submissives destined is human and not another angel. Even rarer is that the submissive is male. I couldn't really tell you about submissive male angels because we wasn't all that concerned about it because we knew that James was a dominate. Pup if you go through the change please write to me and we will figure out what to do. Remember

I love you.

Padfoot

Reading it over twice, Harry sat back in shocked confusion. His dad was an angel? Was that the reason why he was so good even with the life he's lead since that Halloween night all those years ago? As his thoughts ran in circles he heard the chuch from a few blocks over bells ring out and on the last bell he was overcome by a warm feeling. He felt so warm, as if the sun was shinning just on him, though not in a painful way. The warmth was making him so relaxed that he could have fallen asleep as he struggled against it, though he couldn't prevent himself from slumping over his desk. He could feel his body stretching and a weight forming on his back that hadn't been there before. His scalp felt scratchy and all he wanted to do itch, but he was so relaxed that he couldn't even raise his arms. As the warmth grew his vision blurred and he wanted to badly to rub his eyes to try and clear his vision. As the warmth faded he grabbed a pot of ink, quill and parchment and wrote to Sirius. When he was finished he blew on it to try and get the ink to dry faster.

"Hedwig I need you to tak this to Padfoot as fast as you can girl, can you do that?" he asked. In return he got a nip and a glare from the glowering owl as if she was saying 'Well of course I can you dimwit'. Sighing he tied it to her ankle and watched her soar out the window. Laying down on his bed he drifted off to sleep.

Waking up the next morning was a slow affair for once. Sitting up he felt the weight on his back and remembered what happened the night before, how could he forget? He wasn't just a famous wizard anymore, but a famous angelic wizard. Sighing again at the turn of events he tried to think of what to do,though the real question was what could he do? It wasn't as if he could take the inheritance wrap it up all nice and neat and put a 'return to sender' sticker on it. Hearing a tap on his window he rushed as fast as he could to let the owl in and in what would have taken thirty seconds before last night only took him a half second now. Smiling when he saw Hedwig he opened the window and she hopped onto the desk and stuck out her leg breathing hard.

Harry,

Well I am glad that you wrote me as soon as you did. First off I want to first and formost congratulate you on your inheritance. Now I have to warn you, when you leave your aunt and uncles you must be careful, every creature and pureblood wizard will attempt to get you to accept them as your mate. DO NOT BE FOOLED! Your angel will know when you find your mate, it will leave a feather each time you met as gifts even if you don't know it. If they say they are your mate ask them to show you the mating gifts. Go to Diagon Alley and find books on angel inheritances they are sure to have them. If what I suspect is true you need to find someone to be your family domanant. This will be a adult that can step up to the plate and say no if you are trying to be forced into a mating bond, but you must be careful and pick someone that you truly trust my winged pup. Write me when ever you need me, be it in person or letter and I'll be there.

Padfoot

Smiling at the idea he got up to leave, remembered his new appendages and stopped.Taking a deep breath he snuck into the loo and looked at his new image. He was just as short as he had always been, standing at a measly five foot four inches tall. His hair now cascaded down over his shoulders and was just a few short inches from reaching his hips in sleak wavy locks that even Hermione would be jealous of. Looking back at the mirror he was surprised to see his glasses gone and his eyes a even brighter emerald now that they weren't hidden behind the frames, his face more angular, almost feminine. All in all he looked more feminine with a willowy gracefull body to match. He needed a way to leave without the neighbors seeing and the only way that would be even remotely possible was if Uncle Vernon was to take him. Sighing once again he slowly left the loo and went down the stairs. Seeing Uncle Vernon and Dudley seated on the couch infront of the tube came as no surprise.

"Uncle Vernon I need to go to London, will you please take me?" He asked in a netual voice. Harry could already see Vernon's neck turning red with a hint of purple. As Vernon's head turned to berate him it came to a stop and his mouth snapped shut with a click. "I went through an angel inheritance last night from my dad. I have to go to my 'freakish stores' to buy some books and learn more about it and the only way to get out of the house without the neighbors seeing me is for you to take me."

"An angel? They don't exist and even if they did they wouldn't come from your frea-" Petunia cut herself off as she came around the corner of the kitchen catching sight of Harry.

"Boy this better not be come kind of freakish joke your playing. Grab one of your kinds coats and use the garage door to get in the car. Try to hide your wings. I expect to see proof of this inheritance of yours is as you say it is, or you can expect severe punishment for lying!"

"I have two letters from my godfather explaining my inheritance. If he was free he would have been here for it." Harry explained. Turning he ran up the stairs and grabbed the letters from Sirius and ran back down stairs and went to hand them to Uncle Vernon, only to have them snatched by Aunt Petunia. Her eyes scanned both pages and got one of her nasty smiles as she lowered them.

"Vernon, maybe you should punish the boy. He was lying through his teeth. It says he came into a syrin inheritance the nasty little freak!" She said with a devious gleam in her eyes. Paling Harry moved as fast as he could and grabbed the letters and shoved them towards Vernon, all the while Dudley had the same nasty smile and devious look in his eyes as his mother.

"Please Uncle Vernon read them I'm telling you the truth!" Again the parchments were snatched from his hand and Vernon started to read them. The color started to drain from his face as he got to the second letter knowing for a fact that his wife was lying to him. The only reason he hated witches and wizards, and by extention, everything to do with magic was because his wife had said it was a dangerous freakish thing to have. He had his doubts until Harry had showed up with a letter claiming that his parents was murdered, but he survived the a curse meant to kill everything without a trace. Since that day Petunia had told him many things about magic, including the fact that magic had claimed her parents life.

"I believe you boy, go get your coat or whatever it is your kind wears," he watched as Harry raced for the stairs and rushed up them then turned to his wife, "When I get back we are sitting down, all FOUR of us, and having a long conversation to discover what all you have lied about to me Petunia." Vernon growled out as Harrys footsteps and the sound of his wings dragging could be heard coming down the stairs. Harry was huffing and puffing by the time he got to the living room again with his cloak. Following Uncle Vernon to the door that lead to the garage he steped through and went to the back seat, layed down on his stomach and covered him self up with the cloak, hoping if anyone seen they would think he was nothing more then some cheritable goods.

"Boy, when we get to the wizarding world," he said with a grimance, "I plan on going in with you. Even if they are different I'm sure they wouldnt care if your gaurdian came with you. I want to know if everything your aunt has told me has been a lie or not."

"Uncle Vernon, if you want to come in with me we are going to have to find some way to hide you because I'm going to be hiding my self. You might not know it, but to my world I'm famous. If I was to show up in Diagon Alley with my new found inheritance it would be on the front of every newspaper across the country in a matter of hours. I don't like my fame because of something I supposively did before I could walk or talk, something I can't remember even doing." Harry muttered.

'Your famous in your world huh boy." Vernon stated even if it did sound more like a question.

"Yeah, I know that you and Aunt Petunia didn't want to take me in. Every wizarding family wanted to take me in after they heard of the downfall of the Dark Lord Voldemort and the death of my parents. I was dubbed 'the-boy-who-lived' and with my lightening bolt scar I'm easily recognized. If they find out before I find my destined mate, I'll be constantly pushing unwanted sutors away that want me only for my fame and my angel inheritance." Harry tried to explain. Vernon silently fumed as Harry unknowingly uncovered another of Petunia's lies when she said that he had no other family and no one else wanted him.

"Tell me boy, why is it that you don't do all of your chores?" Vernon asked wanting to see what the boy said. Flushing Harry tried to bury himself into the backseat as he answered hoping he wouldn't get in to much trouble.

"I try to sir, but there is too many of them." He said weakly not knowing what else to say. He could imagine the angry red flush with purple creeping up Vernon's kneck before he usually really started yelling.

"I gave you two boys four chores a day to do when you started school when you were five, then from the age of ten it was six chores, now that your fourteen I've given you eight chores a day trying to make you into a respectable man and not an unemployed drunkard like your parents. Eight chores a day is not to much for a fourteen year old boy, almost man, to do. Dudley does every single one of his to perfection." Vernon rumbled out. Vernon had to lean back with his head partially turned and barley caught Harry's next words but what he did hear made him pull over and lean back as far as he could as if he was looking for something. Looking directly in Harry's eyes he demanded that Harry repeat what he said.

"Aunt Petunia always adds to the list that you give me and demands that what she wrote be done first. Since I was old enough to reach the sink on a chair I've done the dishes, the cooking, cleaning the whole of the house, done the laundry, everything. When you put me in the cupboard under the stairs because 'I kept damaging my room and destroying everything you bought for me' while Dudleys room was spotless I didn't do it. I cleaned Dudley's room and my room like Aunt Petunia said But while I would clean Dudley's room he would go to my room and destroy it. And she always adds Dudley's list of chores to my list as well. By the time I'm done with all the chores that Aunt Petunia demands I do first I don't have enough time before you get home to do all of your chores as well. And my parents weren't drunkards. My dad was an auror, a police officer for wizards, and my mum was an unspeakable, basically a goverment scientest that experimented and came up new or better spells."

"If you do Dudley's chores plus what Petunia says she does, then what do they do every day?" he asked with a face redder then any other time Harry had seen it.

"Dudley hangs out with his gang. They go out terrorizing all the younger kids, one time even beating up a ten year old just this summer. They sneak or steal alcohol from somewhere, because I've seen them drinking in alleys when Aunt Petunia sends me out to the corner store to pick up a few loose ends I would need to make dinner with before you get home. I've seen him and his gang vandalizing number sevens house and while they were out from my window. I know that he smokes pot because I found his stash while cleaning his room. Aunt Petunia usually is on the phone gossiping or watching me with a sharp eye to make sure I do everything up to her standards." Harry whispered. Vernon was torn between outrage and wanting to comfort Harry for the first time. Raising up and squeezing through the seats he laid his head against the head rest. It was his son that was out vandalizing the neighborhood. It was his son that was the hoodlum not Harry. His son was the lazy lay about while Harry did all the work in and outside of the house while his wife gossiped and made Harry out to be a horrible young man that made him want to actually send Harry to Saint Brutus's. Opening his eyes he started the car and took off again heading towards London. It was his wife that made him see Harry the way he did.

"Tell me about this school of yours." And he listened to Harry talk about Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry started off hesitent at first but then as he went on Vernon noticed that his tone warmed. Angling his windsheld mirror down he glanced back at Harry and seen the smile teasing at the corner of his lips, the far away look in his glittering green eyes, the way his face practically glowed with happiness as he talked about his friends Ron Weasley, a pure blood wizard meaning that everyone in his family had magic, and Hermione Granger, a muggleborn witch meaning she was the first witch in her whole family.

"- And then theres Hagrid. You kind of met him already. He was the one that brought me my letter and gave Dudley a pigs tail… But hes honestly a really nice guy and a good friend. He bought me Hedwig as a birthday present and he always has his door open to Hermione, Ron and I. But now he's not only the grounds keeper and keeper of keys but our Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts to! Though he does have a strange sense of what cute is. It's like the more dangerous the creature is the more cute it is!" Harry started ranting towards the end but the affection was still clear as the nose on his face. Vernon gave a light chuckle and imagened the glamorus castle that Harry portraid. It seemed almost like a normal school minus the magic, ghosts and students running around in robes. Pulling up to where Harry was sure was 'The Leaky Cauldren' Vernon was totally skeptical. It looked like a old abandoned store to him.

"The reason you can't see it is because its warded to make non-magical people see a abandond building and if the non-magical person wants to explore it the wards make them think of something important and they rush off to do it and forget about this place. Hogwarts has the same wards. The only way a non magical person can get into The Leaky Cauldren and Diagon Alley is if they are with a witch or wizard, and only then is if they are the kids guardians or their spouse." Harry explained the best he could as he tried to fold his wings as close to himself as possible and put the cloak on. Raising the hood he motioned for Vernon to follow him. Entering the Leaky Cauldren was a weird experiounce for one Vernon Dursley. It could have almost passed off as a normal pub if not for the spoons stirring them selfs, the portrait talking and some food that he had never seen before. Grinning Harry asked Vernon to go find a empty booth for them towards the back and perferably in a corner. Nodding he walked off a little dazed and when he found one he sat with his back to the wall and watched everything with wonder. He could even make out a rag cleaning the bar by itself. Catching sight of Harry he relaxed but his eyes widened a bit when he caught sight of two mugs and two plates following him. Sitting down he grinned as the charmed mugs and plates settled down infront of them. About the only thing that was wizarding he picked out for them was the butterbeer. Vernon eyed the plate of shepherds pie with a side of treacle tart, which if he wasn't mistaken was strawberry, until he saw Harry take a bite of his own. Being brave he took a sip of the questional beverage and instantly his eyes closed at the heavenly flavor. Opening his eyes he seen his nephews green eyes twinkling at him.

"Now that, Uncle Vernon, is the wizarding drink called Butterbeer. Its non-alcoholic to the average witch or wizard, or in your case muggle, but it can get a house elf drunk faster then you can blink. Now the Weasley twins Fred and George told me about their alcohol. They said it was more potent then any muggle drink could ever be." Nodding he finally asked what was on his mind.

"Harry how were you able to get us this when neither your aunt or I gave you any spending money?" Harry flushed and looked down and played with his food.

"My parents left me with money," he said peaking at him through his lashes, "My dad was known as Lord James Charles Potter, Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. His family was filthy rich he never had to work a day in his life, but my dads friends said that Grandpa Charles taught him not to be a lazy pompus heir and Lord but to work hard and for what he believed in. I never said anything because I was afraid Aunt Petunia would try and take every knut and sickle I have, and by extention you because you always sided with her." He rushed to explain at the end. That was like a kick to the gut to Vernon Dursley. Stiffening his back he caught Harry's eyes and read the truth of his words in them and also the shame that he had to feel that way.

"Harry when we get home we, as in Petunia, Dudley, you and I, are going to sit down and talk about what lies your aunt has been telling me. For years she has told me that you have been nothing but trouble for her and I believed that. I know when I'm wrong and I know when I need to apologize so I'm sorry. Things will change." After that, he took a sip of the butterbeer and dug into the food Harry had graciously provided. Finishing up their meal Vernon's eyes almost popped out of his head when Harry pulled out a handful of coins and put down two pieces of gold and three silver pieces.

"We have our own currency. There's the gold galleons, the silver sickles, and the bronze knuts. Its real simple there's twenty-nine knuts to a sickle and seventeen sickles to a gallon. The exchange rate is £100 for one galleon at Gringotts the wizarding bank. We need to make a pit stop there but you might want to wait up top because it's a rocky ride going down to the vaults. I would like it to a roller coaster, but much safer because of goblin magic. And whatever you do don't stare at the goblins, they find it offensive to anyone but the children because they know some of them have never seen magic done before let alone a goblin." Turning to look at his uncle he was surprised to see the glint of excitement in his eyes.

"I will have you know when I was a boy your age I was something of an androgen junky. It wasn't until I met your aunt that I calmed down. Come to think of it that's when I started putting on weight too." Vernon said with a sigh and pulled his wallet from out of his pocket. Rummaging through it he pulled out a photo and showed it to Harry. He instantly recognized Aunt Marge. Even in her youth, she was the woman version of Uncle Vernon. Looking at it closely Harry did a double take. Realization washed over him seeing the athletic form of Vernon Dursley.

"This picture was taken just three short months before I met your aunt. I was on a rugby team after work and on weekends. At least once every summer my friends and I would go to a park and ride every coaster available to us." Grinning Harry nodded and led the way to the back of the Leaky Cauldron and to the brick wall out back. Tapping the right bricks he watched Vernons face as the bricks opened to show the wizarding world for the first time. The splendor of Diagon Alley was unbelievable to a muggle that had previously refused to have anything to do with magic. Vernon was looking everywhere not being able to look at just one single thing.

"Uncle Vernon I know how impressive the alley looks but you have to try and keep a low profile until we can get you a premade cloak. Remember I can't be seen like this before I've found my mate." Taking a deep breath Vernon resigned himself with his head straight and followed Harry through the crowds. Walking into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Harry headed straight for the cloaks off to the side.

"Go ahead and pick one out and I'll pay for it, Uncle Vernon." Harry muttered under his breath, "Most of the cloaks will adjust a couple of inches in length and girth to fit you properly." With a sharp nod, Vernon started looking through them and eventually found one that he actually liked. it was a simple black cloak with a bird that looked like it was on fire going around the seams.

"That bird there? That's a Phoenix. Headmaster Dumbledore has one. They live forever, once they are old they will self-combust in a burst of flames and be reborn in their own ashes as a baby. Their tears can heal any wound no matter how deep or fatal as long as you are still alive." He explained as they walked up to the counter. Paying for it he waited until the hood was up and over Vernons head then lead the way to the wizarding bank. Vernons first impression of the bank was that it was a marvelous building made of what seemed like marble.

"Like I said in the car please don't stare at the goblins. They are a warrior race that now manages our bank." As they passed the entrence Vernon barley kept in a gasp as he saw the goblins for the first time. Following after Harry he tried to hide his fear in front of the goblins.

"I need to go down to vault 713." He said as he handed over his little gold key. Vernon noticed how the goblin eyed it criticly before giving a sharp nod in acceptence. They followed him and saw from the corner of his eye how Harry gave a small smile. Following the goblin down the hall, Vernon couldn't help but contiplate how life changing his day had been so far. A little further down hall he seen Harry give a grin at the old cart.

"Nows your last chance to stay up top Uncle Vernon." He said as he climbed into the cart and the goblin got in the front. Huffing Vernon got into the cart and started looking around for the seat belt or something to hold him into the cart.

"Don't worry Uncle Vernonn you won't fall out, the goblin magic will always prevent it." At the last word the cart took off at neck breaking speeds. The twists and turns going down had Vernons heart thumping in his chest, for the first time in a long time he was actually having fun. When the cart came to a stop for the first time both Harry and Vernon were grinning together. Getting out, Vernon watched as the goblin opened the vault. There filling the vault to the birm was piles on top of piles of gold. Hearing the boy say that he was rich was one thing but to actually see it? It was awe inspiring. He watched as Harry gathered a small mound of gold along with some silver and bronze peices. Dudley would have grabbed all that he could carried and then some, Vernon thought to himself, but not Harry he's just getting a little.

"Do you have a cut off limit on how much you can take out?"

"No, if i truly wanted I could empty this vault and then come back tommorw and it would be filled again from the main family vaults. This is just my trust vault." Harry said as he walked out of the vault. He chuckled a little as he watched Vernons eye bug out a little at that statement, "This is basically just for school supplies and to have fun with. In a year I can spend as much as one million gallions without going over my allowance but in one given year I use at the most six hundred. Though I have been asking the goblins to put some in the Weasley's account without them knowing so they can have an easier time. I have also been giving to a couple of the bad off orphanages in London. I donate 20 galleons a month to six orpanagens a month so about six thousand pounds a month. I give the Weasley's around a houndred a month." He finished with a smile getting back in the cart with Vernon right beehind him in a daze. The way back to the top was just as exciting as it was on the way down. As they left Vernon couldn't help but watch the wonder of the Wizarding World. Or think about the humbling young man beside him. A boy that had his own aunt treat him worse then rubbish and spread lies about him that had turned into a humbling young man, that if his assumptions was correct, had his whole world laying at his feet.

Walking down Diagon Alley was a truly uniqe experience for Verenon. Everything was very diffrent from his normal everyday life. Feeling a small tug on his cloak he looked at Harry as he nodded to Florish and Blots. Following closely he went in and followed him as he passed by isle and isle of books until they came to The Creature Inheritance section.

"Uncle Vernon could you please help me look for any and all Angel Inheritance books? I don't know how many there would be but I'm going to have to get all of them, expecially any about the submissive angels." Nodding Vernon started searching for the books Harry needed. A half hour they walked out of the store fourty galleons less and with twenty-four books. Harry was starting to get parinoid and tried to make sure his face was covered and his wings fully concealed. Walking out of the Leaky Cauldren Harry let out a sigh of relief at not being noticed. Slipping into the front seat he watched as Vernon threw his new cloak into the passanger seat and climbed in. The ride home was a silent one with Vernon contipating everything that he had seen with his own eyes. As they pulled into the garage Vernon made sure to close it before they got out.

"Petunia! Dudley! In the kitchen we are having a family meeting NOW!" Going to the table he directed Harry to sit beside him as they waited for the duo to join them. Sniffing Petunia entered first giving Harry a beady eyed glare as if he wasn't worthy of licking the dirt off her shoes. Next came Dudley, smirking at Harry with a devious gleam in his eyes.

"Dad, the freak broke my phone again." Looking at Vernon with thinly disguised gleam of greed in his eyes. Vernon wondered how he could have never seen it before. Looking at Petunia he could see a malicious gleam shining in her eyes at the prospect of Harry getting in trouble.

"No he didn't. He hasn't done alot of things you said he did Dudley. And Petunia, he has done more around the house then what you have said. Everyday you tell me that Harry has refused to do his chores, everyday Dudley tells me that Harry is doing things around the neighborhood that was unsavory. All because he was different then us. Today I went into the Wizarding World, and do you know what I saw? I've seen stores selling things that their culture needs, I've seen children standing infront of a store selling flying brooms just like kids here standing infront of bicycle stores looking at the newest modles. I went into a no nonsense bank run by goblins. Petunia, you told me that Harry is a gready child that doesn't deseve anything because he always takes and breaks Dudley's things. But yet I saw his vault filled to the ceiling with gold and he only took a small handful. He has donated a thousand pounds a piece to six different orphanages, plus giving his friends family another ten thousand pounds a month so they can afford to send four of their children to the best school to have a proper wizarding education and live somewhat comfortable. Their eldest is the equivalent of an archaeologist in our society, while their second eldest works as dragon handler almost like a zoo keeper. Their third child works at the wizarding version of the ministry. I saw a young man helping an elderly woman with the things she bought. It's a world that was just like our own, but so very diffrent because of magic. I had the privlige of Harry buying me a meal when I have denied him one so many times because of the preconceived notion that he was a horride young man. No longer will this be going on! Dudley you will do every chore that I had set for you AND Harry to do. Petunia you WILL do everything else. Harry will not do any more chores, he will not go to bed hungry any longer because you two wish to lie about him. I will make sure to tell all the neighbores that you lied about Saint Brutus' and he truly goes to a school for the gifted, the same school his parents Lord James and Lady Lily Potter went and met at. I will be sure to tell them that the boys father was a police officer and his mother was a goverment scientist. I will tell them that a terrorist killed his parents! I WILL TELL THEM THAT HE IS A RICH HUMBLING YOUNG MAN THAT TAKES EVERYTHING THATS THROWN AT HIM AND STILL HAS A HEART OF GOLD! DUDLEY GO TO YOUR ROOM YOUR GROUNDED!" Vernon shouted. Through the speach Vernon's face was slowly becoming redish purple crawling up his neck. Both Petunia and Dudley grew white in the face as their dirty deeds got thrown back in their faces. Dudley ran as fast as his legs would carry him out of the kitchen and up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door shut.

"Vernon! Are you going to believe this little lier over me, your wife?! Our poor Duddykins hasn't done anything wrong in his life! H-"

"As long as he lives under my roof the boy will do as I say! And you are no exception Petunia! You turned Harry into a slave in this house! I won't stand for it a moment longer! You have lied about so much I don't know whats a lie or the truth when it comes to Harry or magic!" Vernon growled. Sniffing Petunia got up and left the room. Sighing, Vernon closed his eyes in a attempt to calm himself. Opening them he looked at Harry and chuckled at his dumb founded expression.

"Why don't you get those books out, I'll grab some paper and pens, and we can research your inheritance together?" he asked gently.

"Uncle Vernon there's a couple of things I need to tell you first." he said lowering his head with his long hair acting as a curten to sheild his face, "Because of my small stature and overly large wings, I'm most definitly a submissive angel. Meaning my destined mate will be a man."

"If it's a destined mate then that means that it was meant to be, it's normal. Well normal for your culture that is." He said with a frown looking at how tense Harry still was.

"Uncle Vernon, I didn't lie when you picked me up but I didn't tell you the whole truth either. Sirius Black is my godfather and he is wanted for murder. But I didn't tell the full truth either. He never committed the crimes he was accused of either. He's completely innocent. He was thrown in Azkaban, our wizarding prison, with out a trial with just the assumption that he was my parents secret keepers and that he killed one his and my dads best friends and killed twelve muggle bystanders. He wasn't even given a trial." Vernon froze, closing his eyes he tried to keep his anger under control and think the situation through. He could understand why he would omit that little fact. It had kept all of them from being on the boys back most of the summer for the first time. Nodding to himself he got up and left the room. Grabbing a few pens and a couple notebooks he went back to the table surprising Harry.

"I understand why you did what you did. The main thing is that you techniclly didn't lie. I would have done the same thing. Now why don't you get those books out so we can get to work?"