Chapter Two:

Harry had heard his Uncles alarm clock go off and literally flew off of his waffer thin mattress and into his clothes, his feet never hitting the floor. He just knew it, today was going to blow since he was late in waking up, hence no breakfast would be ready for his uncle. Better late then never. Right.

As he slipped his feet into a pair of taped up Dudley rejects, his hand reached for the shiny doorknob. He briefly stopped as one stockened foot suddenly felt wet. That is when he saw a puddle of water was seeping from under his door. Please tell me Dudley didn't piss on the floor again because his fat ass could not fit through the bathroom door sideways.

That is when he felt slightly more current shoot through him then one might if they were being Tazered by some Drug Interdiction Task Force or some religious or bigoted zealot or psychopath hell bent on world destruction.

Just enough to make him loose conciousness, not fry. Or at least not to the point of death anyways! The last thing that he heard was the sound of his uncles laughter and Dudley-kins snickering. It almost sounded like a little four year old girl snorting through her nose. The poofter!

It was here that his heart and magic did react, and they did not do so in any way that one would expect either to act. After all when did normal ever do Harry Potter?

So that heart went into overdrive. An overdrive similar to say a crystal meth freak's heart after a almost pure hit, the first in days. OR, beating like the pistons in a V-12 Ferrari F-1 with nitros and the biggest turbos that would fit it. Twin Turbo. With a full hundred shot of juice. Wide open.

Then of course magic and Murphy had to get involved.

Bright lights started to flash in front of his eyes, even as his fongers barely grasped the metal doorknob. The perhephial vision got hazy before going through something similar to snow blindness. Then he dropped to the floor. The world around him seemeing to phaze out. A birds cry was heard in the far back, background.

Harry Potter awoke to heat. Heat like he had never felt before. Almost Africa hot. There was a strong yet un-naturally sinister smell in the air. Kind of like what you would smell in a multi-family house fire where there was unfortunately fatalities. Hair, skin, and old socks. That and a strong hint of something sulfuric.

Looking up, he observes two moons far far far above the walls that towered a few fathoms above his head. He was deep in the middle of somewhere. It was then he noticed all the gut wrenching, heart stopping eternal screams. Each begging for mercy and forgiveness. Both of which they would never find nor receive.

Nope, he still did not notie the spector dressed in black from head to toe in what could almost pass as a tuxedo. Nor did the teen notice the golden almost yellow staff that had blood red and decay black colored veins going up it, or even the fact that it was topped by a long and wide piece of metal that narrowed to a point and had serated edges on the back side of the shiny silver blade. The skeletal hand holding the scythe started tapping a long boney finger that was yellowing with age and exposeure to sulfur fumes and dust.

It was quietly tapping out the same rhythm as a well known song. Still the boy did not see him after almost a quarter hour.

Harry's head snapped around as he heard the worst redering of music he had ever had the mishappen chance to hear. Like nails down a blackboard, a voice that broke at the worst times in the worst ways assaulted his ears.

"Welcome to where time stands still, No one leaves and no one will. No locked doors, no windows barred, no things to make my brain seem scared..."

Yes it was fitting but not really the Sanitarium that he was thinking of, this was worse...much much worse. Oh hell, was he at his Aunt Marge's? Fuck no, anything but that. That would be worse then waking up in hell or purgatory. Even Umbridge and him getting it on was preferable then being at Aunt Marge's.

Fred and George Weasley were thinking hard about what to do. The shop was doing okay, considering the economy and political climate, but it was not doing as they had hoped, expected or dreamed that it would do and they had to make some decisions and quick.

So they were sitting down talking over their options. They were lucky enough to have Harry not only give them one thousand Galleons and it helped them purchase the tiny store front that they were currently using to put together what owl orders and floo orders they received for their gag products. They were popular, put the popularite only went as far as those people that went to Hogwarts and actually liked their gags and tricks and jokes items.

Mom Weasley was still hoping on about getting their NEWTs and joing the Ministry workforce like their dad did when he gradualted. Even like their estranged brother Precy. Oh how proud she would be of her boys...how she should be able to hold her head up high.

Truth be known, what she was really thinking was that as beginers in the Ministry she knew how much they would make, which was barley enough to rent their own place and survive. This would have been perfect as they would have to stay living at home and she could guilt them into giving her gold every month when they got their salary. After all Ron is their brother and each week the boy put away more food then all the brother combined. Had Ron actually ate like real people do, then she would have found another excuse to get her hands on the gold. Never actually using it towards anything that might benefit anyone other then herself and maybe her gorgeous daughter.

Ginny. Now that was one sexy young wisp of a girl. A little to innocent for her age, but that was okay. As long as she did what she was needed to do so that her mother could get her hands on the Potter legacy and fortune. Bump staff and bonnet, maybe have to get married due to a kid...hell she was sure that her ex-boyfriend could whip up a potion that would make her look, act, resemble and test as positive for being a teen mom to be! That Sev, what a doll...to bad he had to fall for that Mudblood when he could have had her. They both had red hair and were the same height, although Lilly did have her by a small 5 inches and one hundred or one hundred and fifty pounds, and quite a few numbers and letters in the bust department. Why would someone like him like a girl with suck a flat little A or B sied chest when he could have had her and her Fifty-four double F's.

What a fool he was, well his loss her gain! Now to put her plans into action...

"Ginny! Come down here now!" screeched the overweight fat bottomed woman.

Dreadful, unhappy Thomas Riddle was in rare form today, indeed. He had not cursed, cussed at, harassed or tortured anyone since the despicble showing at the Ministry of Magic's famed Department of Mysteries.

Oh he would never be able to show his face at the evil warlords convention in Fort Lauderdale this up-coming fall. Oh he would be the laughing stock of the world. Worse then being beat by a eighteen month old baby was getting your ass handed to you by a teen that still had never felt the touch of another man...or lady depending on your preference, although he did like the feeling of a strong set of arms wrapping around him from behind, holding him tight and reassuring him that everything would be okay.

A teen that had handed him his lazy out of practice, out of shape, new in body – ass a few times over since he made off to kill the wee bit lad. Well after the wee bit lad addled his mind and brains durring the possesion, Voldemort was silenced for a bit. Especially since his magic was at such a all time low and not responding, replicating it's self or settleing as quick as it used to. He did not even have the power to vanish his pee or use magic to wipe his own ass, he had to do it like a disgusting muggle, although there was a plus side to his finger breaking through the toilet paper, not that he would admit that of course.

Albus Dumbledore was headed towards Gringott's Bank. He had not spoken to his 'trusted' associate in quite sometime and there things that the wayward Goblin needed to handle unless he wanted some evidence of some supposed misdeeds to come to life. Like inproprieties with accounts and heirlooms, family libraries, stolen artifacts, and even the occasional un-natural act of having sex with animals. Albus actually caught him and Abnerforth with a goat, of course he never did clearify why he was 'sleeping' in the sheep pen. Funny that!

Ah the wonders of knowing things that you shouldn't and being able to keep a secret. Albus' life time desires were on the verge of coming true. He would get what he wanted, was owed to him and what was coming to him, come hell or high water.

So it was this wizened old man that slowly headed down the cobblestone road while sidestepping pot holes and mud pddles that were more prevelent then the stone work that was supposed to be underfoot. It was so hard to find a good stone mason or brick layer from Italy that was willing to repair the roads at a price that the Ministry and Albus thought appropriate.

Well what did he expect no one wants to pay someone in order to work. It should be the Ministry paying the mason, maybe that was why they had not had any street repairs in almost two hundred years. Imagine that.

He smiled widely and nodded his heads towards all the people that acknowledged him first. He did not remember or care to remember most of them never mind their names, that is what a scan of the surface thoughts was for. It let you know the basics, name, age, sexual preference, if he had a chance or needed to use a compulsion charm or an obliviate? Supporter of the Dark Lord, the Ministry or one of his many...

First stop was the office of the account manager for his families accounts. The Dumbledores did not have but two vaults, neither big in any manner of the word, one was more for the presetige of the low vault number then the few sickles stored in it and maybe a knutt or two. But the other held all his truly valued things.

Things like hair and blood samples, unregistered wands and even his favorite movie "Billy Joe Bob chokes his Chicken' were stashed here. Everything that would not do to be caught with. Like the provate files, records, memories, list of wrong doingd, crimes, hell he would put that paranoid man Jay Egards Clover or something like that, to shame.

How hard was it for a magical person to not butcher a proper noun. It was J. Edgar Hoover. F.B.I. Hello!

"Ah, Headmaster Dumbledore...how may I profit today?" enquired the greedy little goblin.

"I need you, shall we say assitance and support?"

With the nod of the green creatures heard, the frail minded old man pissed on about the greater good this and greater good that until he finally threw some gold over the counter, a slip of parchment, and a rolled up legal document.

"Place that with account number 96857, this sack of gold is your 'tip' and the prize at that address is shall we say, incentive?"

Knowing that he was being asked to break even more laws and treaties the goblin knew the gold may someday come in handy, and before anything else traspired, depoited it into his account. He then place the documents in the proper place and pocketed the parchment.

The Headmaster was happy, his plans wnet off with out a hitch.

Julie was having a hard time of things. She was kind of at that awkward stage. Where boys were starting to look more then just cute. Where her body was betraying her in more ways then one, and where she was wondering if those mosquito bites on her front side would ever grow into something that was larger then well...nothing which is what she had.

Oh she knew that she was cute in her own way and that being skinny was usually a good thing, but not when it was looked at through her eyes, nope it wasn't good at all.

She was it was safe to say, fairly white. Almost powdery white. Her hair was as black as coal and her eyes could make you freeze in their tracks. She was not tall, but definitely not short either, standing a fair 5 foot and 5 inches tall. She was tiny. Less then one hundred pounds, one ten if she was retaining fluids, and a small chest that had more in common with training bras then a real one since she started her physical changes when she was eleven.

She was almost sixteen.

Somehow her family had ended up here in this god forsaken place. Nothing but old and fat people were here with the exception of a few, but they were all either too young or made her feel dirty, self conscious and at times like she was being visually violated.

Her parents were wither having a mid life crisis or they were trying desprately to reclaim their lost years. From what she saw, which was more then she ever wanted to, she was glad they had lost those years. A long time ago.

She had a little sister who was a royal pain in her ass, mostly by design. She was just past her tenth year and had not started puberty, the zit stage or having to put up with teenaged boys that were running high on hormones...sometimes hormones assisted by chemical enhancements.

Oh Julie was not a prude, she knew about sex, drugs, booze and even had seem men and women, boys and girls in different stages of undress at different times in her life. So no, she was not a prude, but she was innocent and planned on staying that way or at least as innocent a possible until she was married.

There was no way in hell she would give up her freedom at her age to be tied down to a teen father, a baby out of wedlock, or drugs and alcohol. Not even cigarettes were tempting, although she did try some weed, beer and Camel brand smokes once or twice, though she was not impressed all that much by any of them. Not really, although the marijuana made her giddy and tired while making her thirsty and hungry for chocolate covered popcorn for some reason. With salt.

Her parents were already up and out of the vacation rental. They were on a small island in the beautiful Caribbean Ocean. It was a family owned and opearted island that was marketed towards families and young 'couples' and was the last place she had thought they would ever go. Shucks, she was expecting another three week car trip across the United States looking at all the national parks and the biggest ball of yarn or some such. Anything or anywhere other then where she was.

But the weather, the sunshine, the underwater marine life and the solatude afford the guests while on the beach, or at one of the all inclusive retail shops, bars, resturants or dive shops, well you could not shake a stick at it.

As she became more comfortable, she hardly noticed that it was a family orientated nudist colony or resort, and soon she too was loosing her inhibitions and layers of summer clothing that she had added extras to her outfits as a field of 'protection'. As was her family. Some faster and more eager then others, especially in front of one another until there was no shame or embarassing feelings. Then it was to the rest of the guest. Scary, embarassing at times for a fair little bit, but in the end it felt natural, made her self image stronger, and shot her confidence up a few notches.

Lucius Malfoy was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. He thought he was the Chester Cheetah of the magical world. As far as he could determine his family was the richest family in magical England, maybe the entire magical world. Hell even the dirty muggle side as well.

You may ask why this felonious man was smiling after all the recent laws that he broke. Well that was easy enough to sum up. His rich ass was paying off another bribe to the guilty as sin, crooked as shit Minister of Magic for his instant release from the wizarding prison of Azkaban. Gold bought him innocence, although it would not buy him a reprieve from death or any future retributions. Though he may live in the Valley of the Dark, he was not afraid, not while his foolish friend was in a position of power, a position that was shaky at best presently.

Ah, the power, the luxuary, the trappings that were bestowed upon him. He was not sure how others made it through the day with out even a fraction of what he had at his disposal. The power, the gold, the magics that were beyond most peoples comprehension.

There was a reason and a good one at that why he was the Dark Lords number one Death Eater. He feared nothing and no one. He was Lucious Malfoy and the mere mortals that ran scared for their lives from his master, also ran from him. They were weak, talentless fools. They did not have an Noble bloodline or more th fall back upon, nor the gold to support them, or even the will and desire to get ahead and to help usher in the next great era of the magical world. An era where he was in charge of all that mattered. Him, Lucy Malfoy, big headed, egotistical, self centered, gold grubbing, toe kissing psycopahnt, the blond ass thought that power and fear were the things to aspire to where he so called equivelent on the 'Light-side' prefered the dark and restless wait and see option. Wait and see how he could bend something to their use.

His master was presently pissed off due to the way his Death Eaters handled the debacle at the end of this past school year. How was it that six teenagers all managed to survive a night of horrors. Of running from him and his friends while managing to take most of them down durring the fight.

If rumor had it right, which in his experience it rarely ever got it wrong, then they may have been more successful then they thought in driving that worthless wimp from Albus Dumbledore and out into the open.

Had the two leaders of these so called super powers been more attentive and observent, they may have managed to keep Harry from standing up for his iwn beleifs, beleifs that were not exactly those of either man.

From an outside observation stand point using Thomas Riddle and Albus Dumbledore as reference points, then it woulld appear that the average wizard was worthless and that the more power they had the more they seemed to believe that they were invincible. That they were mere Gods among man.

If only they were more attentive, they would have noticed that they both had lost the one that could have made a difference for their side.

Dragons roared while other animals started to do a wee bit, well...mad or maybe stir crazy. The Goblins were not sure which. They were a race that lived by gold, the esge of a bladed weapon and by being as deceitful and cruel as they could to the magical world.

They for all their wars and conflicts failed to notice a true warrior. Not only that but they failed to notice the dirt that was beneath the feet of one of the more trusted of their kind, Griphook. A young goblin that had visions of gradiour. Thoughts and dreams that placed him as the richest most powerful goblin in the world. Oh how the others would shake in their boots before him. Run at the mention of his name of the sight of his armies and the mass of wealth that he controled.

It was this Goblin that was screwing hiself and a nation of others out of what could truly have been a most benifical partnership, instead of one built upon anger and hate.

Little did he realize that he was one of the goblins that all other goblins despised. He cared more for himself and his own purse of gold then his brothers, sisters or kinsmen and fellow clan members. That Griphook would forever shame his name, family and race. That he would be the Goblin equivlent to the prophet that sold the human prophet's son to his own death. And that he did it for about the same thing, a few pieces of silver or gold.

That he Griphook was sealing not only his own death but that of all of his blood and bonded relatives. That he would be the reason for the fall and colapse of the Goblin world.

Ah, the times were dark and scary, but exciting just the same.

A/N: I am not much for AN's so please for give me for this one. I am preparing to start Chapter Four and I presonally like reading longer updates then short little ones that barely take one or two hits of the page down button, Let me know what you prefer. As always please tell me when you find a big blazing hole that a truck could drive through or when you see that I have left a thread of the story and not gone back to it, such as Harry being in hell. Going to stop there for now, maybe more in a week. I have at least twelve chapter already typed, not beta's though.