Dear Mr. Potter,

We feel the need to contact you directly to your Relatives' house in Privet Drive as we have discovered fairly recently that you have been ignoring our letters to discuss the status of your Accounts. In doing so, you have denied formal contact with the Goblin Nation and have insulted us with ignoring our letters to have a meeting formally last year. You have yet to access the Potter Family Vaults and take your right place as the Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. However, we have never received any response from you or your corresponding Magical Guardian, so we feel obligated to assume that you have been ignoring us. If you do not contact us at your earliest correspondence, then we will release them to the highest bidder.

I hope you realize that we are completely serious and will not tolerate any more ignorance from your part or your Magical Guardian. Since you are staying in Muggle London, we decided to not inform your Magical Guardian, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, as you have ignored our letters long enough and now it no longer pertains to him, but only to you. You are to come alone, along with whomever you trust. Until the meeting is completed and we have your correspondence in the terms that we have to discuss, your accounts are frozen along with your Trust Vault, and no one shall be able to withdraw or make any deposits in the Vault.

This is your last warning.

We will be awaiting your visit.

Sincerely,

Goldridge,

Head Goblin,

Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

Sixteen-Year-Old Harry Potter stared at his Gringotts letter in shock. He had a Family Vault? What the hell were the Goblins talking about? He was fairly certain that he did not get any letters from Gringotts in the previous three years. The Owl sent from the Gringotts was very unique in its slightly dark silver coloring, and he was sure that he never got any letter from this particular owl.

And what the hell did they mean Albus Dumbledore was his Magical Guardian? He had not been told that before! He paled at the thought of his Family Vaults getting frozen and released. He was sure that if anyone got their hands on it, it would only to be able to cause him problems, and Merlin knows that he doesn't want any more of those than he already has.

He staggered back, and fell on the hard bed. He winced at the hard impact on his tailbone, but ignored it. He had felt far worse before.

Harry's eyes narrowed, Dumbledore surely knows about this. At least, Dumbledore knows that he his Harry's Magical Guardian. Nobody can become someone's guardian unknowingly. Magical or not, who the hell had declared him the Guardian? If Dumbledore is in fact, his Magical Guardian, then why the hell isn't he staying with him? Why does he have to come back to this Hellhole again every Summer? Why is Dumbledore sending him here, if he was his Magical Guardian? What do the Goblins mean Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter? Trust Vault?

Harry rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache incoming. He read and reread the letter again and again. There was no doubt about it. Dumbledore had kept this from him, willingly. He gritted his teeth as he thought about it. It was his family inheritance, who did Dumbledore think he is by keeping him in the dark about it? What else has he been keeping from him?

Harry looked at the silvery owl, as did Hedwig, who was perched on a pile of books. Hedwig glared at the owl, who did the owl think it was by barging into her human's room, delivering her human's letter? Hedwig hooted angrily.

Harry rolled his eyes at his owl's behavior, "There, there, Hedwig. He will not be staying here long, I'll write a letter back to Gringotts. I'll assume that's what you are waiting for? The owl hooted affirmatively.

Harry grabbed a pen, not a Quill. He was all out of ink and there was no way Petunia or Vernon would agree to buy him anything, even something as mundane as an ink bottle. After finishing it he reviewed it.

Dear Goldridge,

I am Harry James Potter. I have recently received your letter about meeting you about the status of my Family Vaults. I agree to a meeting two days later on this coming Sunday. I shall agree and bring with me someone I trust for the meeting.

However, I'm afraid that I have not received any letters from Gringotts over the course of the past three years I have known about the Wizarding World. I will be willing to undergo procedures that you may present in order to convince you of the truth of my claims. I was not even aware that there was a Family Vault nor was I aware of the fact that Albus Dumbledore is my Magical Guardian.

I did not mean any offense in ignoring the letters sent by the Goblin Nation, for I simply have not received it. I am truly sorry if I have offended you.

Sincerely,

Harry James Potter.

Harry sighed and tied the letter to one of the Gringotts owl's legs, much to Hedwig's indignation. Harry stroked her feathers on his beautiful owl. She could be a bit attention seeking but he loved his owl dearly. He nodded to the silvery owl, who took off from the same window he had came from.

"Calm down, Hedwig. You will always be my favorite owl." He said with a smile on his face. Hedwig gave an annoyed hoot but fondly pecked on her human's fingers, making Harry chuckle at the tickling sensation. He set Hedwig on his shoulders, much to her surprise. He sat down and leaned onto the hard bed, uncomfortably shuffling on the bed. Hedwig rubbed her head on his face.

His face brightened, "Tell you what, I think I need to send a letter to Padfoot for me. I'm pretty sure Professor Lupin is with him." He said looking at Hedwig, who ruffled her feathers, ready to make a delivery.

Harry knew he couldn't take Sirius with him, as much as he wanted to. It was just too risky, though he was pretty sure he could take him as Padfoot. He did not trust Dumbledore since the old man had willingly kept this important bit of information from him. He didn't want Dumbledore to know about this, so no, he was out.

The Weasley's were out. He was pretty sure that whatever he had in his Family Vault was a huge sum and did not want Ron or anyone else jealous about it. Hermione was out as well, though he trusted her completely, she was not available yet, so she was out as well.

Then there was Remus, and thankfully it wasn't full moon anytime soon. Remus would be far more logical choice as not only was he someone Harry trusted completely, he was also calm and collected with a large amount of knowledge about both the Magical and Muggle world. Harry was sure that he could answer many question that he might have about the accounts. He could also bring Sirius with him as a dog.

Plus, they were both his Father's best friends.

So Harry grabbed the pen again and another sheet and began to write.

Dear Moony,

I hope you don't mind me calling you that. I really need to talk to you about something. It is very, very, very serious, so please also bring Padfoot with you. As a dog, please. I'll meet you both at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow. I hope you can meet me there.

There is no pun intended in any part of this letter.

It is very important.

Sincerely,

Harry.

Harry tied the letter gently to one of Hedwig's legs, so that she would not be uncomfortable or hurt. He stroked her feathers, making her hoot in satisfaction. Harry grinned at his intelligent owl.

"So, Hedwig. I want you to take this to Professor Lupin, stay with him for the night if you can, and/ or meet me in the Leaky Cauldron. Got it?" He said, as Hedwig nodded and pecked affectionately. Harry kissed the top of her head, and walked towards the open window. Letting the wind ruffle his always messy hair slightly. He held out the arm that Hedwig was perched on, she ruffled her feathers and flew out of the window with a happy hoot.

Harry looked at the gradually distancing form of his familiar and sighed. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. Harry turned to his 'room', or rather Dudley's old room. He looked at the completed assignments on the desk. He had completed them an hour before the letter from Gringotts had arrived. Most of the Summer, he had spent chatting with his friends over the letters.

He had also done something he was sure Ron would have a heart-attack at. He had studied. He had studied a lot, mostly Magic Theory and older spells. Obviously, he could not practise it, but he was sure that he would be able to perfect the spells once he tried them once. Now, he only had to buy the new books and study and practise the spells, something he could do when he was at the Diagon Alley.

Harry grabbed his trunk and put all of his 'clothes' and necessities in it. He sighed as he wore some of the old clothes that Dudley used to wear when he was thirteen. While, Harry was no longer as short and skinny as he was before, he did not have any new clothes to wear, other than his school robes. Which he obviously couldn't wear in Muggle London.

Harry wore a plain white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a light blue jeans and brown shoes that he had bought from Madam Malkin's robes for all occasions. Well, technically they were his school shoes, but nobody would notice the difference.

Harry grunted as he stood up and grabbed the trunk and began to descend downstairs.

Well, time to tell my 'family' the news. I'm sure they'll be really upset... He thought sarcastically.

"Boy, what are you doing down here?!" Vernon yelled as soon as his feet hit the floor. Harry watched in amusement as his 'Uncle's' face turned a color only he would be able to reach. Well, him and his whale sister, Marge, with a fascination with dogs and bitches...

"I'm leaving." He said simply, and began to walk towards the door. Vernon and Petunia became surprised at that. He was leaving?

"For good?" Petunia asked hopefully.

Harry laughed sardonically, turning towards them he grinned savagely, "Trust me, if it were up to me I would only come back if you were on fire. You know why?" He saw confusion in their faces and continued, "It would be too hard to resist pissing on you." He said almost in a growl.

Vernon, of course, got angry, "YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARD!" He screamed pulling his fist and thrusting it at Harry. Harry's Quidditch training and experience in practicing Defense Spells, Wood's exercises have given him the grace and instinct of a wildcat. He saw the punch coming in slow motion, which it might as well have been.

Harry gracefully sidestepped the punch, pulled his foot back and kicked him in the nuts with all of his strength. This was the first time he had ever struck Vernon and was almost ashamed to say, took no small amount of pleasure in the scream of pain elicited from him. Almost.

Wow, I hurt him and I don't even give a damn. Does that make me a bad person mum, dad? He asked to himself, knowing no one would ever answer that.

He continued walking as if he hadn't kicked his Uncle in the balls, ignoring the gaping faces of Dudley and Petunia, he stopped at the door, opening it. He turned around, and waved merrily at them.

"Ta-ta!"

He quickly got outside and closed the door with all the force he could muster. For some odd reason, he felt like this would be the last time he would see this place. Thank god for that. He felt an emotion he hadn't felt since Hagrid took him to Diagon Alley, something he only felt when he was on a broom far off the ground. Freedom. Harry smiled at the feeling.

He quickly pulled out his wand and summoned the Knight Bus, feeling as if he had freed the shackles holding him down.

Leaky Cauldron, the next day:

"Hello Harry." He heard a voice as he sat down at one of the random table at the Leaky Cauldron. Tom, the innkeeper, was surprised at his visit. Harry could understand that, he himself had not expected to see Magical London for nearly three weeks.

Harry placed his book down and turned around, and smiled as he saw the familiar light brown hair and the scarred, handsome face of the one and only Remus Lupin. He looked a bit better than he did the last time he saw him, not looking as shabby as he did before he resigned the position of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at the end of the previous terms. He still looked shabby, but better.

"Hi Moony!" He said walking over to the man, noticing that he was only slightly shorter than the man now. Harry hugged his former teacher, much to his surprise. But Remus only smiled fondly and hugged the teen back.

"I see you've grown taller." He commented. Harry had grown to the height of 5'8, over the Summer. He was still shorter than Remus, who was nearly 6 foot tall, and was definitely shorter than Sirius, who was taller than Remus.

Harry pulled back and grinned, Remus noticing that the grin was much more genuine, reaching his eyes, brightening his face and eyes. Harry whispered coming close to him, "I may or may not have let it slip that my Dogfather is the one mentioned as wanted on the Muggle news to my relatives." He whispered.

Remus looked surprised, then angry at the Dursleys, but then eventually settled for a chuckle, "I think Padfoot would be delighted to see you." He said, motioning to the dog that just followed behind him. Padfoot was just scaring all of the people outside, barking at them. His silver-blue eyes brightened as he saw the black-haired, green eyed wizard standing in front of Moony.

Harry managed to get out a grunt as Padfoot tackled him. Harry laughed at the tickling sensation of Padfoot licking his face, while Harry ran his hands through the Animagus' soft fur. Padfoot barked happily as he licked his godson's face.

"Hello to you too, Padfoot." He said, happily once he got off of him. Harry stood to his full height, surprising Sirius, but he gave a happy bark as he noticed that his godson has finally grown to the height most of the people of his year were supposed to.

Remus smiled at the scene before focusing on Harry's face, "So, Harry, what is it that was so important that we had to come here?" he asked the green-eyed wizard. Remus had found Hedwig who had just randomly decided to land on Sirius' head. Sirius, of course, didn't know who Hedwig was, so just blinked owlishly at her, at least until she held out one of her legs, and reassurances from Remus that Hedwig wasn't sent by the Dementors. Why Sirius thought it was the Dementors? He had no clue. When he had read the letter written from Harry, and reassurances from Hedwig that he creepily understood, and half an hour of Sirius dancing around for receiving the first letter from his Godson, Remus became curious what Harry actually wanted to speak to them about so urgently.

As if on cue of his thoughts, the snowy owl came into the Leaky Cauldron, landed right on Harry's shoulder, and rubbed her face on to his. Harry, who had been awaiting the arrival of his friend, yes, Hedwig was his best friend, picked some of the bacon and fed it to Hedwig. Harry held out his arm and Hedwig moved from one of his, now, broad shoulders to his arm, and took the bacon with a happy hoot.

Harry suddenly focused on Remus, remembering that Remus had actually come here to meet him, "Ah, right. I recently got a letter from Gringotts." He said, motioning them to walk towards the table.

Remus looked surprised, while Padfoot perked up, "From Gringotts, you say? What did they want?" He asked, curiously.

Harry set Hedwig on the table, as she happily ate some of the bacon from the plates, "Yeah. Did you know that I had a Family Vault?" He asked the werewolf, deciding to be direct.

Remus stared blankly at Harry, who began to feel slightly stupid as even Padfoot stared blankly at him, which was incredible considering the fact that he was a dog animagus. After a moment of pause, Remus asked Harry incredulously, "You've never heard of your Family Vaults?"

Harry, with a sheepish expression on his face, ran a hand through his hair, ignoring the fond looks on the Werewolf's face, "Err... Yeah? No one bothered to tell me about it." He said lamely. It was a big deal probably.

Remus looked shocked at that, and Padfoot stood on his hind legs and barked at him. Harry looked at his Dogfather, "You are a dog." He said simply. Padfoot looked sheepish, which was a weird look on a dog's face, and backed down, deciding to let Moony explain.

Rolling his eyes on Sirius' antics he looked at Harry, "Yes, Harry. You do have a Family Vault. Your family is one of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses, which makes you an Heir. The Heir of the Potter fortune. You didn't think that your Parents didn't have their own accounts now, did you?" He chuckled at the expression on the boy's face. He had actually thought that.

"Yeah, well. Apparently, Dumbledore is my Magical Guardian." Harry said grumpily.

Remus blinked, "Well, I didn't expect that. But then again, it's not unexpected. I tried to make myself as your Magical Guardian, but they overruled me." Remus said, disappointedly. Harry looked at him sadly.

"Is it because of your ah... how should I say it, 'Furry Problem'?" He asked him, and blinked as Remus looked at him surprised, before pulling his hand away from Padfoot who was seemingly grinning at him.

"Yes, that would be the reason. I tried to adopt you, but they didn't want someone like me as your Guardian." He said, smiling bitterly. Harry patted the man on the shoulder giving him a sympathetic smile.

"It's fine, Moony. You tried, that's great. Though why did you looked surprised when I said that?" He asked. He was quickly getting used to calling Remus 'Moony' and Sirius 'Padfoot', he liked their nicknames. He should go for something like that himself. Maybe 'Prongs Jr.'?

"Oh, that. That is what Prongs called my condition. My 'Furry little Problem'." He said, making air quotes.

"You know, you guys know how to make a good nickname. Maybe I could go for something myself?" Harry said scratching his head. Remus looked surprised once again, before smiling widely. It was the widest he has ever seen the man smile. Padfoot suddenly gave a loud bark and ran around the table, startling and scaring the other customers that were just enjoying their day.

"Control your mutt, kid!"

"Hey, I just cleaned the floor!"

"Stop running around, mutt!"

"Stop your dog, Mr. Potter!" The last one was a female voice, that sounded a bit familiar to Harry. A 'Holier-than-thou', aristocratic voice.

"PADFOOT, STOP THAT!" Harry and Remus finally yelled at the dog, together. They didn't need to however, as the grim Animagus had actually stopped at the sound of the woman's voice. Harry and Remus, blinked together, sharing a look and daring to look at the woman.

The woman was a blonde woman, around the same age as Remus, but actually a slightly younger looking one. She had high cheekbones, aristocratic looks, Harry actually thought that she was some sort of angel for a second. Harry didn't recognize her for a second, but one look into the woman's familiar cold blue eyes gave Harry the answer as to who this woman is. Harry schooled his features, making sure not to make his slight blush visible.

"Mrs. Malfoy." Padfoot had stopped completely. Actually, the entire Inn seemed to have stopped completely at the woman's appearance. Remus was looking at his former year mate. Padfoot stared at the woman who was supposed to be his cousin. His favorite cousin... okay, second favorite cousin. One he had expected to actually stand up for him and demand a trial, after he had supported her for so long. Sirius had expected Narcissa to say something, claiming he wasn't innocent, or at least demanding a trial under Veritaserum, but she didn't. That made his entire prison sentence worse, knowing that the two people of his own blood that he liked to call family, didn't believe him.

He also couldn't understand why Andromeda would not stand up for him. She probably knew that he would never do such thing. Since, he himself told her that he was never the Secret Keeper. If Narcissa never standing up for him hurt, Andromeda not standing up for him hurt even worse.

Sirius, as Padfoot, closed his eyes, opened it and glared into the ice-blue of his once-beloved cousin with such ferocity that the woman actually flinched back, shocked.

Narcilla Malfoy (née Black), stared in shock at the dog, whose eyes seemed so familiar. Those silver eyes giving her a vicious glare. She couldn't understand what she had done to make the dog glare at her. All she had said, which was not even to the dog, was Potter to stop it, yet it was glaring at her as if it had killed it's kids or something... But, something about the dog, made her feel fear. Worse, those eyes seemed to be accusing her, blaming her of something. What it was she could never understand...

Harry noticing that Padfoot had been glaring at the woman, panicked. It would not be good if Sirius revealed himself in anger. Why he was angry at Draco's mother, he couldn't understand, but he had to stop Padfoot before it attacked her. So, Harry stood up and got between Padfoot and Narcissa, who startled back at the unexpected arrival of him, not that he could see it.

Harry looked back into Sirius' eyes, that showed, anger, pain, and hurt, instead of the haunted look he had seen in the man for as long as he had known him. The range of emotions in Sirius' eyes shocked him, "Padfoot, back down! She didn't do anything!" Harry yelled at the Animagus, and was even more shocked as Padfoot began to growl and got into a threatening stance, Harry didn't think that Padfoot would attack him, but he was afraid that he would attack the woman behind him. And, as much as he hated Draco, he would never hold the parents for the children's sins. Especially considering the fact that Mrs. Malfoy has always been civil with him. Actually, thinking back even Lucius was always civil with him... If you exclude him trying to cast the Killing Curse at him, that is...

"Padfoot, stop that!" Remus shouted as he pulled Sirius back, casting an apologetic look back at Narcissa, who still looked a bit shaken at the vicious glare directed at her by a dog. Padfoot didn't listen and continued to advance upon them, Harry narrowed his eyes at Sirius, angry that Sirius was nearly giving himself away. He knew that an Animagus Transformation took a lot of concentration, and if Sirius got even angrier, he could lose that concentration, and transform back into his real self.

So, in response to Padfoot threatening the woman, Harry walked backwards standing protectively in front of the woman, and pulled out his wand, and pointed it at the dog. Padfoot looked like he didn't even notice. Harry narrowed his eyes even more,

"Petrificus Totalus." Harry said, firmly. He knew that he was in Diagon Alley, and hence he was not breaking the Statue of Secrecy and there would be no trouble if he performed any magic in Wizarding London.

The spell hit Sirius, who was too angry at his cousin to even notice his Godson draw his wand and cast a spell at him. Padfoot became still and fell down flat as a board. Remus, looking apologetic more than shocked, picked the dog up, with considerable strength, once again gave an apologetic look at a paler-than-usual Narcissa, and followed Hedwig into the Room Harry just gave a number to.

Harry turned around, to look at a shell-shocked Narcissa. Harry was now feeling embarrassed, he half-turned and said, "Sorry, about that! That dog is a bit crazy!" He laughed nervously. He turned back around to face Narcissa.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Malfoy. I don't know what's gotten into him today." She still looked too frightened to say something. Harry snapped his fingers in front of her face, making her flinch slightly, as her light blue eyes looked at his own green.

"Sorry, again. Don't worry about Padfoot, I'll make sure he doesn't come near you." He said, apologetically. She blinked.

"Mr. Potter... who... where did you find that dog?" Harry tensed inwardly at the question, though outwardly he gave his usual bright, charming, fake smile. Her eyes narrowed at that.

"Ah, that dog belongs to Professor Lupin. It was a gift from a friend." He said cooly.

"I... it just seems familiar to me..." Harry mentally groaned, he didn't want to answer such questions.

"I don't know why that could be. Professor Lupin has only gotten the dog a while ago." He answered, it was true. Sirius had been staying with Remus from only a while ago. He didn't want to give anything away. Especially not to a Malfoy.

"I... see." She said, though Harry could see she didn't. Harry smiled at her.

"What are you doing here, if you don't mind me asking?" He asked her. She drew her focus on him.

"I was returning from a trip to Gringotts, to make a deposit... you do not know the Pure-Blood manners do you?" She asked suddenly. Harry blinked.

"Uhh... no?"

"You don't even knew what those are, do you?"

"Yes, I mean, no. I don't know." She stared cooly at him.

"I don't suppose you can ask anyone you know about that?" She asked, or more like stated.

"...Maybe if I ask nicely, you might teach them to me?" He asked, with faux-hope in his unnerving Killing Curse Emerald. Narcissa's lips actually twitched upwards, startling Harry. She had heard such talk from James Potter and her cousin, Sirius Black.

"...Not likely, Mr. Potter." She said, flatly. He deflated comically.

"That's a shame. Oh well, maybe if I should ask Susan...?" He wondered to himself. He had no idea what those manners are anyway. He was pretty sure that he was a well-mannered fellow. Well, at least more than Ron anyway. He wondered what could these Pure-Blood laws were...

"I had actually hoped that you might say Draco." She said, though she knew it was a joke. She knew well how her husband had raised her son, and knew that her son hated all things Potter, and the feeling was mutual.

Harry nearly choked on his own spit, but managed to keep the shock from showing, and just stared blankly at her, "Sure, because me and your son are best friends forever, and he would jump at the chance of teaching me." He said sarcastically.

"Your son and I." She corrected, making him scowl slightly, "My son is different than you might think. He puts up such exterior because it was how he was trained. It is sort of similar to your own fame."

Harry blinked dumbly at her, "Huh?" Was his smart response.

Narcissa gazed at him curiously, "Not for me to say. You will have to ask him yourself. Good day, Mr. Potter." She said, politely. Though the thoughts of that dog's glare would be in her mind for a long time.

"Uh... right. Bye- I mean, good day to you, Mrs. Malfoy." She nodded at him, and walked or it rather looked like she glided. Harry looked at her feet. How the hell can one walk so gracefully? It looked like she was hovering, for Merlin's sake.

Harry turned around only to meet the stare of the entire Inn. Tom, who was pouring a drink into a glass, was staring at him, pouring the drink all over onto the kitchen. Harry shrugged, and walked forward, angling the botte correctly. Tom blinked, before smiling apologetically both at the customer and Harry, before using a quick cleaning charm.

Harry waited for Remus and Padfoot to arrive, which they did, followed by an annoyed Hedwig that stopped on the same table again, and began to eat the bacon again. Harry sat down in front of her and stroked her feathers, getting a satisfied hoot from her.

As soon as an amused Remus and a sheepish looking Padfoot joined them at the table, Harry looked at them and smiled, "So, I was thinking... maybe Prongs Jr.?" Both of them stared at him as if he was mad.

Well, after everything he had been through he was sure that he was entitled to a little mad.

Right, so, I hope you liked the first chapter, there wasn't much, but the next chapter will be eventful. Hopefully.

So, review please.

Peace.