Some words before we start:

Well here we go again. A new story big hopes and I sincerely hope that my muse will return (I might have found the formula, sleepless nights and a lot of coffee). This is going to be a Super Harry fic. And I hope to make this right. No everything going easy, well the first few chapters probably would look like it, but who knows what the future holds. I plan to bash Dumbledore for sure, not so sure about the Weasly-sand Hermione, although I might push them away from Harry. By the way, I tweaked the time line a bit giving Harry an extra week in Diagon ally, other then that nothing much (major understatement).

I want to thank some of those that inspired this fic. Mostly 'White Angel of Auralon' and his (or hers) story 'Forging Destiny'; 'Rohata'-'sstory 'Enlightenment' and I don't remember which story had the part I am using about the Hollows but if someone can remind me I'll make sure to thank its author as well.

Finally I wanted to suggest an idea for a story, its a marauder's era fic. Where Lily Potter is the heir of house Potter and James Evens is the muggleborn. Did James become friend with Serius, or was he a friend of Snape. Did Lily even consider James, etc. good luck for whoever take this. And now to the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters under the Harry Potter franchise and never will. This is entertainment only and no money is made off of this story.

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Chapter 1: A snake's gift

Date: August 1st; Location: Headmaster's office, Hogwarts.

Sitting in his comfortable chair, just moments after meeting Harry in the Leaky cauldron, Albus Dumbledore was thinking. For many years Dumbledore had prided himself with the notion that he was able to predict almost everything that would occur in the magical world. His years as the 'Leader of the light', and his life experience had allowed him an in depth understanding of the human thought process. It was this understanding that allowed him to shape, mold and control the life of Harry Potter. Of course it was a bit harder than usual, the boy was just as smart if not smarter than his parents; he was also obviously more powerful than his pears, he was even to Dumbledore's ire stronger than himself at that age. But those were all miniscule problems, nothing that a few potions and well casted memory charm couldn't fix.

Some would call his actions immoral, but Dumbledore knew better{he always does...}; he had to control the boy. He had planed the next few years of the boy's to the latter; although like every good plan some improvising had to be made. The Chamber of secrets was not a part of Dumbledore's grand plan. At first he was worried it might destroy his plans, but as it turned out it was in fact a blessing in disguise. Of course he had to cancel his own plans for Harry's second year at Hogwarts but, the gains outnumbered the losses.

Not only did the incident force Harry to rely even more heavily on his two friends, while separating him from the rest of the student body. It had also proved one of Dumbledore's greatest theories concerning Tom's survival. The diary was a Horocrox one of many as it seems; after all Harry himself was one of the lot. This fact has steeled Dumbledore's resolve, the boy had to die. And with his death Voldemort will be mortal once more, ready for Dumbledore to swoop in and do the deed.

But of course Dumbledore didn't want the boy to die for such a trivial matter, there were many other ways to deal with Tom without killing the boy. No...There was a greater goal, one he kept for years, an ambition of a life time that required the boy's death. The three Deathly Hollows, the three items which would allow a man to cheat and control death, were finally at his grasp. For many years Dumbledore researched the lore of the Hollows. He already held the elder wand, the wand that could win any battle, passing through conquest. The cloak was in Harry's position and could only be passed by the owner giving it away or inheritance, which was the reason why Dumbledore could never use it while it was in his position. And finally the stone, the most well kept secret, it was only after many years of research that Dumbledore discovered its true origins and properties.

In today's story the stone allowed one to, as it were, call back the dead. And indeed such an item exists, but it didn't fit the mold, how could one control death with these three items. But there was a stone that was a perfect fit and was just as old if not older then the story. The philosopher stone the key to eternal life was in Dumbledore's opinion the last hollow. After all the gifts which were granted by the items fit together perfectly:

The elder wand; grants victory in every battle.

The cloak; grants perfect invisibility and protection that not even the greatest of charms can penetrate.

The stone; grants eternal life and prevents the touch of time.

Together the three hollows would make sure their master was untouchable by death. The cloak protected from the wands bloody past, the wand from the stones only fault and the stone from death itself. Dumbledore was so close to complete the set, but even if he did so right now, without killing Harry it was mute. Two of the three Hollows had given their allegiance to the boy and will keep it until his death.

So Dumbledore waited patiently, the greatest skill he had learned through the years, the will to let things run their course. He could wait; right now Harry had to live so Tom could return. And when Tom did indeed return Dumbledore would lead the boy on the right path, the path which would earn him not only eternal glory but an eternity to enjoy it. And to ensure his goal would come true no means were unbecoming. The friends he specifically placed to degrade and control the boys learning, the family which breaks his will, and the potions that usurped his power. Together they would all ensure his plans will come true.

If only he knew...for there was one thing Dumbledore missed. One small detail he could never expect. Of course it was after all an unusual occurrence that had never happened before, so there was no knowledge to warn him. A result of the fight waged within the chamber of secrets. This small forgettable thing would do the impossible, it would release his pawn. For after all the work of Dumbledore to dose Harry with potions and drugs a new substance was now cursing in the blood of the boy-who-lived. The basilisk's venom was still there, forever remaining in each and every one of Harry's cells. This destructive poison, whose venomous qualities were negated by phoenix's tears, would change the world.

Date: August 2nd Location: The Leaky cauldron, Diagon ally.

It was just a day after his escape from the Dursleys' it seemed that every passing year after school he would pass at least some weeks outside of their awful presence. This time the Weasleys were in Egypt so he had to settle for a room in the Leaky cauldron a room in which he was resting right now. Well more like laying on his bad and watching at the ceiling but you get the idea. The reason for Harry's somewhat cold exterior at the moment was a weird feeling he was experiencing. This summer for the first time since meeting Hagrid he was feeling like himself again. It was like the proverbial fog in his mind was finally lift and he could think at much greater speed. It was exhilarating to be able to think in such a speed, a feeling that he remembered all throughout the years before coming to Hogwarts, at first Harry thought it might have had something to do with using his magic and until now his mind just didn't adjust to the new surrounding, but now he thought differently.

First, he had magic all his life so he was sure that it wasn't the cause; and second was the few questions that had crossed his mind as he thought back about the last two years he had spent in the magical world. Of course he had thought of this questions several times but they were always blocked by the same fog that had dulled his mind.

Why would someone send Hagrid to bring me into the wizarding world? Off course he had to fetch the stone but why me as well? Any teacher would have been just as good (well except for Snape, actually it might have done him good to see how I live, wouldn't have thought I am a pampered prince).

Matter of fact why send Hagrid to bring the stone when it was known I'll be there? didn't Dumbledore think I'll notice it?

Hermione knew where platform 9 and 3/4 was, so why didn't I? Actually all the other muggleborns knew so why was I the exception?

Mrs. Weasly had sent 5 sons to Hogwarts before Ron, so why did she need to ask them where the platform was? And so loudly...

Why did she send me Christmas presents? it's not like I am family or she knew I never got one before...

Back to the stone, why were all the traps so easy? I mean only one of them required a spell and a first year at that...

Thinking about it, the traps were almost costume made to fit Ron, Hermione and me. Devil's snare and the riddle for 'Mione; chess for Ron; the keys, fluffy and the mirror for me... why?

During the second year why did no one ask Myrtle about the attack? Dumbledore knew she died the first time so why didn't he?

Dumbledore's a great and wise wizard how didn't he figure it was a basilisk? I'll give him some credit Hermione had the bit about me hearing voices, but he could have still done it Slytherin-Snake duh...

Lockerat was just as famous as I am and he got all those fan mail why didn't I?

He quickly saw the common nominator of this questions, Dumbledore. But, all of these questions were dwarfed, by the biggest and most important of them all: What changed? Harry resolved to find at least one answer today. Harry flung himself upward from his bed; his eyes lay on the mirror in front of it. He was still wearing his cousin's hand me downs, even when he was as far as he could from his relatives grasp he was suffering because of them, adding to his to do list Harry decided a change was in order. He quickly put on a normal black cloak and stepped out of the room.

He followed the corridor and walked down the stairs returning to the open portion of the inn. "Ha Mr. Potter I hope you had found the room to your liking..." said Tom, the bald innkeeper. Harry had to stop a shudder every time that he remembered who else was carrying that name. At least the older man was smiling out of kindness and not of sadistic glee.

"Yes," he answered "It was great, much better than my relatives and obviously better than Hogwarts," Harry put his hand to his mouth and whispered "No snoring." To which the innkeeper laughed. Harry had to admit he loved Ron but his friends snoring was almost as bad as mandrake scream. Harry's face became a little bit more serious and he asked ' Say Tom, I am not allowed to leave the ally and I don't want to be seen going to a known healer, god knows what will happen if anyone sees me, do you know somewhere that I can get a small check up I am not feeling that well?"

Tom stopped laughing and changed to a thoughtful exterior. "Well if I were you I would go to St. Mungo but it's not in the ally, the best you could do is go to Gringrots the goblins have healers for their curse breakers and in case of accidents. It won't be cheep, but for the right price they will keep it all hush hush for you." Harry nodded and thanked the older wizard, before setting out to the wizarding bank.

It was a slow walk as he tried to avoid the ever constant staring at his person. It seemed that even after two years in the wizarding world his glory never faded. He arrived to the goblin bank in ten minutes, a very slow pace considering it was a three minutes walk from the entrance to the ally. He thanked the two goblins at the bank's door and stepped in queue for one of the many tellers in the main hall.

After what looked like forever for the raven haired teen, it was his turn. The teller was wearing a tailored black suit, and had strands of white hair on both sides of his head, completing his look was a pair of black framed glasses the rested on the bridge of his nose. "Yes..." he croaked at Harry, looking a little annoyed. Harry remembered a comment uncle Vernon once made about how being nice to his bank teller made the man give him better service and decided to do the same. He may hate the biggest Dursley (unless Marge was still effected by his curse), but the man was a successful businessman.

"Good morning, Master goblin" He said to the teller; earning a curios look from the goblin, whose demeanor was now softer and less angry "I am feeling a bit under the weather and due to personal reasons" He flashed his scar to the goblin "I was wondering if I could use the services of your establishment, in order to resolve the problem quietly. I am willing to pay any price your healer may see fitting."

The goblin gave him an instance look, weighing his options; Harry put his entire force of will at not squirming under the frightening glare. Suddenly it all ended and the goblin croaked one word "Wait!" and left his seat. Harry waited for ten minutes before the magical creature returned he was accompanied by another goblin, which by his choice of clothing was of a lower rank. He hoped back to his seat and said with his palm pointed to the other goblin, "Bashtooth will take you to see one of our healers Mr. Potter."

Harry smiled, happy that things were for once going his way. "Thank you, Mr...?' he waited for the goblin to answer. The goblin grinned at the human's question, not many wizards acted like the one in front of him, and that was enough to earn knowledge of his name. "Blackroot, Master goblin Blackroot." Harry nodded and bowed saying "Thank you once more Master goblin Blackroot." He then turned to Bashtooth and said "Mr. Bashtooth if you will." The goblin started leading Harry to a side door from which they entered to a long corridor. Both walls of the corridor were filled with doors, each door had a golden plate with a goblin word inscribed on it, Harry wondered if he could learn the language which would make business with the magical race much easier.

Finally after they lost site of the entrance and made a couple of questionable turn's five rights and a left, Bashtooth stopped. The goblin reached to the handle of one of the many doors and led Harry into a room that was almost a copy of Hogwarts' infirmary but yet not the same. First instead of white the walls were colored in a more cream like color, the beds and sheets looked a lot nicer and were madam Pomfrey would usually sit was a white clad goblin with the healer's insignia on his back.

"I have one Mr. Potter to see you Thornset.' Bashtooth said to the healer. The white clad goblin turned around to face them and said, "Thank you Bashtooth you may leave," Bashtooth turned to Harry and gave him a courtesy bow which Harry returned before leaving the room. Thornset then turned to Harry and said "Hello Mr. Potter as you heard my name is Thornset and I am the healer to all of Gringrots employes both goblin and wizards. I was given notice that you may require my services." The goblin placed his hands on his lap and entwined his fingers waiting for Harry to explain.

Harry took a deep breath and looked at the goblin healer, he learned from his experience in Hogwarts not to hide anything from whoever was treating him. "You are correct Healer... is it right to call you healer?" the goblin nodded happy that Harry made sure he was addressing him correctly "as I was saying...Healer Thornset I have a suspicion that an outside influence had affected my life for the last two years and I wish to check if my suspicion is true. If you have any way to see my medical history or something similar to that I would like to use it." Harry was certain that the goblin was and would help they were a race of merchants and probably do anything and everything for the correct price.

"You are correct we have such process and it is one of our more simple procedures." He turned around on is chair and grabbed a beautiful silver knife and a blank parchment, he said a word in the goblin language and passed them both to Harry, who gave a questioning look to the healer. "This is a simple two part goblin ritual, you cut your finger with the knife and let seven drops of your blood fall on the parchment, when done the wound will heal itself and the parchment will show your entire medical history, we can do the same with abilities you posses and many other blood related subjects."

Harry nodded amazed at the simplicity of the process he was cretin it would take hours to check everything, but who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth. Harry set the parchment on the bed beside him and pricked his finger with the knife. It wasn't even that painful, of course after being bitten by a basilisk almost nothing was. He dropped seven drops of blood on the blank paper.

Both Harry and Thornset watched in amazement as the paper was filled with writing, Harry because he was entranced with the goblin magic, while the healer was amazed by the length, length that would put many of his warrior brethren to shame. His eyes moved to the thirteen years old wizard beside him a look of respect on his face. The ritual finished Thornset and Harry started to read the results.

Hadrian "Harry" James Potter

Physical status:

-Eye damage due to bone pressure on nerves.

-Malnutrition

-Growth problems due to malnutrition

Previous physical damage sustained:

-150 bone fractured and broken (Healed by self magic)

-Severe burn damage to left hand (Healed by self magic)

-Infected wounds (Healed by self magic)

-Puncture wound caused by basilisk fang (healed by phoenix's tears)

Magical status:

-Obliviation (on going, last date September 1st 1991)

-Pure Basilisk Venom in blood stream (purified by phoenix's tears)

-Phoenix's tears in blood stream

-Intellect damping potion (last taken 43 days ago, countered by pure basilisk venom)

-Magic damping potion (last taken 43 days ago, countered by pure basilisk venom)

-loyalty potion (last taken 43 days ago, countered by pure basilisk venom)

-Bone removal from right hand (Regrown by the use of skelegrow)

-Ability blockers (Last block set at September 1st 1991)

-Cursed wound containing soul shard of Tom M. R. (since 30, 10, 1981)

Thornset was trying to understand how the young human beside him had suffered through an amount of physical and magical wounds that only a few of the warriors amongst his kind, had ever experienced, all that while having a block on his abilities and containing a soul shard probably belonging to his greatest enemy. He turned to face the young wizard, no..., warrior with new respect.

Harry, quickly skipped the physical section after all he knew every bit of it, although he lingered at his name for a moment, before he guessed Harry was simply a shorter version that everyone knew. Reading through the magical portion of the parchment he was enraged. He was obliviated, presumably more than once, even during his first day of school. The potions he expected but he had to ask Thornset what was the meaning of Pure Basilisk Venom. And what abilities blocks? Did he have something other than Presalmouth?...

Harry turned to the goblin healer and said 'Healer Thornset..." the healer which was dazed until now focused on Harry, Can you please explain the magical portion and please begin with, what does 'Pure' basilisk venom mean?"

The healer refocused himself, fully prepared to do his job. "Well Mr. Potter," he said with respect "Pure basilisk venom is something I only encountered once, but basically it stands behind the theory that if you were to consume a basilisk venom purified from its deadly properties, you will gain resistance to most harmful potions and even have some imperfections removed from your body. Because I didn't know you before I cannot attest to the last part but I can surely say that the first is correct as is written in the results of the ritual." Harry nodded for him to go on, his eyes resting on Voldemort's name, "Next is the curse wound which I will hazard a guess and say you understand what it may stand for. It seems that the dark lord's soul was fractured during his attack on you and a piece of it has taken residence in your scar, those creating an item called Horocrox by wizards or soul shard by us goblins."

Harry felt sickened, but he had already accepted such an occurrence after his talk with Dumbledore at the end of the school year. Thornset was amazed by how calmly Harry accepted what he had told him and decided to move on; "Next, are the abilities blocks which I would like to test and see what it entitles, after we finish the test we can talk about what treatment you will undergo, is that acceptable?" Harry nodded, and Thornset picked up another magical parchment this time saying a different word as he gave it to Harry. Harry dropped seven drops of blood onto the blank paper and waited for the words to appear.

Hadrian 'Harry" James Potter

Abilities available and their status:

-Photographic memory (Active/Blocked unable to recall due to block)

-Wandless magic (Charms) (Blocked)

- Presalmouth (Partly blocked – Reactive only)

-Metamorphomagus (Blocked)

-Transfiguration and Charms aptitude (Blocked)

-Regeneration (Partly blocked – instinctive – life threatening injury only)

Thornset was shaken by what he had just read. Must of the boy's magical and physical history put a picture of a warrior, and not only was he thirteen years of age but he want through it with what could be the equivalent of both hands tied behind his back and hoping on one lag. As the respect his goblin healer had for him was rising, Harry was trying to decipher the abilities on the parchment. Some were obvious like Wandless magic and the other easily worded abilities (the regeneration made a lot of sense with all the times his wounds healed themselves after a biting), but two abilities he didn't understand. Presalmouth, which seamed to have an active state; and Metamorphomagus which he had never heard of. So he broke it to its building words; Meta: was many; Morpho: was form; and Magus was obviously a wizard. So wizard of many forms, did it mean he could transform to other people and stuff, maybe that was the reason his hair grew back when aunt Petunia tried to cut it. If it was he would finally be able to rid himself from the scar or at least hide it

Thornset, took a deep breath, this was out of his league, he'll need to talk to them if he wanted to help his patient. "Mr. Potter," Thornset began speaking once more, Harry hated being called Mr. Potter, but he didn't want to be disrespectful to his healer by making a mistake. "I have to leave for some time, and call some favors in order to deal with what I have read today. Until I am back
I can give you these..." Thornset walked to one of the potion cabinets in the room, and brought out two vials, one with a silver colored potion, and the other with a clear pink one. "These are two of our more potent goblin potions, their purpose is to deal with physical damage our curse breakers might experience during their expeditions. The silvery one should heal your Malnutrition and bring you to perfect condition fitting to your age; while the pink one would remove the pressure from the nerves connected to your eyes which in turn would fix your sight to manageable levels."

Harry was amazed, all he needed was take two potions and there goes the worst of his abuse. Harry knew he was malnourished and had already deemed himself unsalvageable, to learn he could fix it and his sight was great news. Going by experience Harry set down on one of the empty beds in the Gringrots infirmary and downed both potions. The pain was unbearable a thousand times worse then the basilisk's bite. It felt like every cell in his body was screaming from pain. The world around him quickly faded to black and he found relief in unconsciousness.

It was an hour later when Thornset had poked Harry with his long thine finger, waking the raven haired boy from his slumber. It was only a second after Harry woke up that he noticed the first of many changes he had gone through. Instead of the normal foggy haze he would see even with his glasses on, now looking through his glasses hurt like hell, it was as if the world was too focused for his own good. He tore the offending object from his face and watched with amazement as the world for the first time in his life was completely clear.

Thornset watched as his patient woke after the potion's took their effect. The boy was now at least five inch taller, supporting an above average height of 5.9 ft. His muscles were well toned and you could no longer see the bones. He watched as a look of other amazement passed on the boy's face as he tore the glasses from his face ( Thornset never really understood why humans put those things on when a single potion could do the trick.). "Hemm..." the goblin coughed to get Harry's attention, "I see that the potions did their job well Mr Potter."

Harry smiled at his words, a face splitting grin on his face "Yes they did, and I wish you would call me Harry, Healer Thornset, that is how my friends call me and you had earned that right with your actions today." The goblin healer grinned at his words, when he got the word from Blackroot that the boy was honorable towards the goblin even if he was without knowledge of their costumes, he was skeptical. But reading the boy's history and seeing how he acted to those around him had persuaded him to help. And help he will.

"Thank you Harry. Now if you will please follow me, we still need to take care of the magical side of your treatment." Harry got up surprised that his legs had actually got to the floor where just hours before they didn't. He followed Thornset through the maze of corridors until they arrived to a well polished oak door, the door seemed to have a feeling of power coming from behind it and as Thornset opened it, Harry was looking at a very ancient looking room. The floor was filled with symbols that Harry could only guess were runes, some of the runes climbed up the wall and even up to the ceiling above them. Harry entered the room and could literally feel the powerful magic in the air, it was much like Hogwarts a feeling of worm air flowing around you hugging you. He returned his focus to the room and looked at the runes and quickly noticed a distinct pattern, in the middle of the room was a big human size rune from which the rest were spreading in three different directions, each runic configuration (although he didn't know it was the term) ending in smaller spherical runes, Harry now castigated himself for not choosing 'Ancient Runes' as an elective the subject looked very interesting and was already going to help him fix his life, who knew what more he could do with it.

Thornset allowed Harry to watch the room, he could see the boy face as he felt the rooms magic something very few could, and followed his eyes as they examined the runes, but after thirty some seconds he was forced to lead his patient to the middle of the runic array. "I think I should explain what is going to happen next so you won't be surprised. We goblins have many skills and knowledge you of the wizarding kind don't have." Harry wasn't surprised, after the potions he had received earlier he was sure the goblins were much more then the bloodthirsty killers Binns was teaching about at Hogwarts, "Some of it well known like, potions, killing, warding and enchanting, but our greatest fort and treasure is the art of rituals. In a few moments, master ritualists will come to the room and will do a ritual with the purpose of solving your many magical problems. Basically what they will do is reject everything that your body and magic has not claimed as your own from inside of you; for example the magic that's suppressing your obliviated memories. I am not going to lie it will hurt, and I can't promise that you will even be able to fall unconscious like you did with the potions. So this is your last chance, are you sure you want to do this?"

Harry looked at the goblin healer with respect and said, "Thank you Healer Thornset, you have proved my trust in the goblins was correct, its not that I don't wish to stop feeling pain and just leave things with having the potions cured, I need this. If I want to ever feel free I have to do this thing." Thornset wasn't surprised with the raven haired warrior's speech, he had heard a few other of this kind, said by either his friends or other warrior's that were faced with decisions normal (for the lack of better term) sane people would run away from. He nodded and pointed at the middle rune and said "Lay here and relax you will need it. " The goblin stepped towards the exit only ritualists were allowed to stay and watch such procedures, Thornset sighed and stopped as he reached the door, and said to one of his first non-Gringrots employ friend "Good luck," although he didn't doubt for a second that the young human boy would make it.

Harry lay on the floor, silently thinking through what has and what would happen today. He enjoyed the silence the room has given him, he had so many thoughts, much more then this morning. He silently laughed that the curse he encountered during the last two years had capt following him, he got answers to some questions only for more to pop up. As per the conclusion he had arrived earlier today when he wrote down his many questions, Dumbledore had indeed interfered with his life. It was obvious that the 'Leader of the Light' wasn't so 'light', what worried Harry was just how far did the old man's hand reached. Was everything just one big conspiracy Ron? Hermione? How could he trust them when his grandfatherly figure has betrayed him in such a manner. What more was hidden from him? What else did he need to know and didn't? Harry pushed all the questions aside when he heard the doors of the ritual room open and swiftly close, he made sure to put all the thoughts on the back burner so he could review them later and readied himself for the painful experience ahead of him.

He was able to noticed three goblins stood in the middle of the smaller spherical runes from before, probably their appropriate places, it took a few more second of preparations, but suddenly without a word of warning the ritual started. The goblins started to chant in their native language and at first nothing happened. Harry thought something went wrong until something did happen. It started with a small tingling pain somewhere around his abdomen, Harry raised his head to his chest and watched as a blue sphere of magic was created at the center of his body. All around him he could see the runes glowing brighter and brighter, first the runes nearest to the three ritualists, but as the chant want on the other runes were lit as well. And with each new rune that was lit the blue sphere grow and as it did so did the pain. If before with the potions Harry thought that his cells were screaming with pain, he didn't know what they were doing now. He was even unable to find peace by falling unconscious as the pain was intense enough to bring him back from the blackness. The worst was when the sphere had reached his scar only then did Harry start screaming. It was as if someone was slowly sawing a part of his body and removing it. His screams didn't stop the ritualists, instead it seemed to make them intensify their efforts to end the ritual as quickly as possible, doubling the pain. Their chants grow to new heights and the power could be felt all around the room.

And then with no sign of the epic struggle Harry had experienced or of the changes to come it was over. The blue sphere that had engulfed Harry's body shattered reveling him. Harry's mouth was open in a silent scream, his mind attempting to cope with the flood of memories that had been denied from him. It seemed and felt as though he was watching the entire life of someone else, he had a different personalty, a lot more confidence, wit and charm. He watched as he successfully discovered magic several times, deducing it from each simple burst of accidental magic, he watched as he mastered those bursts only for each time to end with Albus Dumbledore obliviating him. He saw how friends he had, had forgotten all about befriending him, and how the moment he was alone on his first day at Hogwarts, Dumbledore made sure to erase any recollection of ever being intelligent from his mind. Memories of his time with his parents returned to him, things like flying on his father Nimbus 1985, or visits by uncle Moony and Serius, even a man that looked like a very older version of Nevile was there once together with a women that was probably his fellow Griffindore's mother.

Harry was so absorbed in the new yet old memories that he didn't notice the conversation around him. "What has happened to him?" Thornset, who had entered the moment the ritual ended, asked the three ritualists. "Oh... ha,That's usual." said the leader amongst the three, "What he is experiencing right now is the return of all his memories although it usually takes a moment for most parts, I presume, from what you told me, that the experience is being intensified because of his Photographic memory, meaning that he gets far more information then most, he should be okay soon enough." As the words left his mouth Harry's body slacked with a loud 'humph'. Eight pairs of eyes turned to the young wizard as he shook away the pain he had suffered just moments before.

"Damn," Harry said in a tone only slightly different then before, "I am never doing this again." Harry looked around and caught his bearings, he looked at the three tall goblins, only to remember he was still laying on the floor. He slowly rose to his legs, only Thornset noticed the change of demeanor that happened to Harry. It was as if a new man replaced the boy he had seen coming to his office just three hours ago. The boy was a bit timid and uncertain, his entire body language screamed fear and helplessness, although there were some signs of bravery and intellect. Now he watched as he faced a man, full of conviction and power. His body language now screamed leader. Shoulders wide head high, and eyes that looked into your soul. He was not as amazed as the other goblins, when Harry swiftly fell to the ground and bowed before them. "Thank you" he said in a horse face Thornset caught a glimpse of a few tears falling to the floor, "The gift you have given me is more then you could ever imagine, your efforts have given me my memories of my parents and their love for me, I owe you all a debt I could never repay."

The ritualists were amazed, a wizard thanking goblins, bowing before them. They looked at Thornset with shock, the Healer mouthed 'told you he was different'. He then looked at the raven Haired teen and said. "Harry, please rise it is unbecoming of us to get such a thanks for something from which we gain our wage and swore to do for all who deserve it." Harry slowly rose to his feat and said "But you didn't have to accept me as a client, I know some of our kinds' history and you could have easily refused. Instead three hours after I had come to Gringrots, I can see better then ever; Think like I was suppose to, and remember a life time I was made to forget." Thornset and the ritualists, were amazed at his words. Thornset shook his head and said with a grin "You have earlier called me a friend let me return the courtesy and we settle what happened today as favor amongst friends, amongst two equals." Harry nodded he had hated it when Ron wouldn't accept any gift he wished to give him and he wouldn't do that to Thornset.

"Very well, just let me say that should you or this three ever need my help, summon me and I will come. I already fought a dark lord and killed a thousand years old, 60 ft. long basilisk, I can't imagine any favor you will ask and I wont be able to do." His words caused the ritualists do the best impression of coy fish while Thornset's grin just doubled. He had suspected a real life basilisk was involved with the boy's condition but to learn the boy he saw earlier today had slain the offending creature was amazing. He wasn't sure if the boy understood he might be called to fight on the goblin's side if a war ever broke, but with his potential and political power, such war might never come. Especially if it was the goblin nation that had helped.

"Agreed, now if you please come with me, I have got to take you to see someone that has been waiting to see you ever since you first set foot into this establishment two years ago." Harry walked outside while Thornset spread his hand before the three ritualists, they each almost robotically headed him a gallon, pocketing his earnings from an earlier bet, Thornset walked out of the ritual room and led Harry through The corridor' yet again. While walking Thornset told Harry the history of the corridor they now used. It was first built as a small extension to the original main hall, a place for some offices without all the noise, but after a while it just kept expending as more and more necessities appeared or space was needed. It now supported one thousand three hundred, thirty one and a half rooms (one was still under construction), the rooms varied from, classes for beginning curse breakers, too extra bathrooms and other such mundane things.

After traveling through 'The corridor', for several minutes, Thornset stopped before a room with a golden plate and opened the door, they entered into a luxurious room. The walls held a number of crests all but one Harry couldn't recognize, the one was the Griffindore crest. The room had several cabinets which seemed to hold files, a masterpiece wooden table, and three chairs two in front of the table and one behind it, all of them looked as comfortable as looks could tell. Harry was led to one of the two front chairs which as he thought was amazingly comfortable. Thornset, took the sit beside him and turned in his chair, "Now, Harry as your healer I must ask, How are you feeling?"

"In one word?" Harry asked, he received a nod as an answer. Harry, took a deep breath and sighed before saying one simple word, "Cheated!"

Hope this first chapter was good enough, God knows I edited it at least five times. Please review its the life and blood of my writing. The next chapter will come soon (if I have any say about it, pesky muse and reading stories all the time).