The beginning of the end
After third year harry was angry.
His friends had turned their backs on him when he was accused of being the heir of Slytherin in second year and then this year they treated him as if nothing had ever happened all without one of them apologizing for mistreating him.
The school had turned against him again.
Dumbledore was forcing harry to keep going back to the Dursleys.
He had been hit by another killing curse by Voldemort and had gained yet another lightning shaped scar on his chest right above his heart.
He was furious.
About a week into the summer his magic was lashing out around him in his anger.
His aunt came storming into the room yelling at him about him going to make breakfast when his family magic pushed a spell into his mind he spun on her and growled out, “I will no longer be your slave. You are no family member of mine.
‘sanguis pro sanguine, non magis, non-minus, haec vincula solve, hoc Fatum effugere’." (Blood for blood, no more, no less, release these bonds, escape this fate).
Lightning came down and strikes the ground in the front yard and the blood wards around the house fell. Harry waved a hand, and his meager possessions flew to him, and he shrunk them all down to fit in his pocket before he stormed out of the house.
He needed money to survive so he thought about how to get to Gringotts and before he could blink, he had appeared in the middle of the lobby.
The goblins were ready to attack because no one has ever apparated into their building due to all of their wards up around the building but the boy in front of them looked terrified. The boy in front of them was looking around like he couldn’t believe what had happened so the head goblin for the bank stepped forward,
“How did you get in here?”
The boy spun towards him,
“I am so sorry. I did not intend to come here like that. I don’t know how I did it. I was thinking about how I needed to come here to get money after leaving my old place of residence and then I am here.”
He bowed his head and showed his neck to show that he really was sorry, and the goblins were in awe of the fact that this really was just a child but also that a wizard was showing them such respect.
The head goblin nodded,
“And what’s your name?”
The boy sprang up in a hurry,
“My name is Harry potter.”
The goblin frowned and said, “We’ve been sending you letters since your 11th birthday Mr. Potter, why have you only just come now?”
Harry frowned and said, “I haven’t gotten any letters apart from my Hogwarts letter. I had no idea you were trying to contact me. I apologize for inconveniencing you but why have you been trying to contact me?”
The head goblin narrowed his eyes but nodded and said, “Follow me, it's early enough that we can go over that before it gets busy.”
Harry nodded and followed after him.
When they arrived in an office harry sat before the desk while the goblin went behind it and sat before pulling out 2 different papers and he laid them in front of harry and said, “Before we get on with this discussion, I will need you to take an inheritance test that way I can be sure that you are who you say you are Mr. Potter. The second sheet is to tell us of any spells, compulsions or potions that have been put upon you.”
Harry nodded and took the dagger being held out to him and cut his finger to allow his blood to drip onto both papers before he thought to get his wand out to heal his finger and suddenly his finger was healed. He looked confused and the goblin said, “It seems you are quiet adept in wandless, wordless spell casting Mr. Potter.”