Harry sat on his lumpy mattress reading the last-and only- letter from his friends. ‘Everyone is safe. Padfoot says hello,i know it’s difficult but just wait it out and don’t do anything irrational! I’m sorry Harry we really can’t say much. We’ll See you September 1st.-Mione and Ron!’,
You could tell where Ron decided to cut in as his handwriting is not nearly as nice as Hermione’s
‘even though Ron’s probably used a quill longer there’s not a skill that Hermione doesn’t perfect to a T’ he thinks fondly.
That soon fades when he realizes that the Weasleys, Padfoot hell, maybe even professor Lupin are all cozied up in some safe house!
But no not Harry-and Hedwig-who got sent back to the Dursleys(not his family.never his family.)to be starved beaten and used a slave, not Harry who was cut like a pig and used in a resurrection ritual by a crazy man monster hellbent on murdering him -A 14 almost 15 yr old boy- and also half of the wizard population.
Not Harry who watched Cedric die in-front of him while he did nothing.
Harry who had to carry his body back (‘That's my son! That’s my boy!) He can still here Amos Diggory’s screams and he definitely feels the not-so phantom pains in his forearm where Voldemort quite literally tore his mothers protection from his very veins
‘i can touch you now’
Harry’s thoughts are erratic going from one traumatic event to the next- he can’t stop- CRACK!
Hedwig hoots in fear and he flinches harshly expecting Vernon,but it’s just the light in his lamp breaking,Again. See things have been business as usually at the Dursley’s,The constant chores the taunts and insults although there’s something different than usual which are his ‘punishments’,they have been more..frequent because of his unpredictable magic (Fuck you Vernon) .
Ever since he got back from Hogwarts(and if he’s being honest right after the third task) his magic has been out of control-he doesn’t mean to do it! it just happens! Vernon hasn’t been particularly happy about things blowing up when Harry gets angry which is almost always but can you blame him? You see how happy you are when you're a Traumatized!Magical! Hormonal teenager! with cunts for relatives(and that’s putting it nicely!)
So yeah Harry doesn’t particularly feel bad-It’s not like he hasn’t been trying to control his emotions but it’s hard,He can’t help it- and he has to admit it was worth it seeing Aunt Petunia's face when she saw her wilting flowers out in the garden (Again! Not his fault..okay! maybe a little his fault but what the fuck? how was he to know his magic hated flowers that day?)
He tries to calm down and put those thoughts out of his mind- He doesn’t need anything else blowing up and doing damage that’s more permanent lest Aunt Petunia or worse Vernon see-Luckily his relatives are out,Vernon is at work,Dudley is presumably bullying some kids with his best friend -Piers Polkiss- and Aunt Petunia is with her friends from the neighborhood club so no one was home to hear his slip up.
Putting it plainly Harry’s angry and this time it’s not going away,he can feel sweat dripping down his back (Vernon removed the air conditioner from his room) he can feel his stomach cramp in hunger and he can feel scorching heat because his only letter from his friends has just caught fire in his hands. It’s at this moment that he decides he’s leaving- He’s far to angry to stay at the Dursley’s and besides there’s no one here to stop him. He quickly decides he’s going to Diagon Alley,he knows this is stupid he saw The Prophet calling him ‘The-Boy-Who-Lied’ (they printed about it not even a day after the tournament ended) so yes he knows it’s stupid because it’s very likely that someone will recognize him and besides that the whole of wizard britain -besides his friends and family-hates him and think he’s lost the plot.
But he can’t stay in the muggle world any longer he needs to have some insight on what’s going on in the world -his world- and more importantly he needs to calm down, so yes harry thinks Diagon alley getting information and calming down-having fun, It sounds easy enough but he needs a way to get there,the Knight Bus is out and so is practically every other form of wizarding travel.. he does have one idea although he’s not sure it would work. When Harry,Hermione and The Weasley were running from death eaters at the world cup he happened to see some house elf’s popping away children before the adults apparated away, now Harry doesn’t have house elf’s at his beck and call and he’s really only talked to one but at this point he’s desperate and Dobbys his best hope.
Now the reason why he isn’t so sure it’ll work is because he freed Dobby,he doesn’t know if you can call a house elf you don’t own -he’d never tried to call Dobby when the Malfoys still owned him- and he’s even less sure that a free elf would hear his call but Dobbys his only chance and at this point he’s willing to do anything just to get a break (and also more importantly so he doesn’t burn his relatives house down).
So feeling kind of stupid- but hopeful, he calls out in what he hopes is a loud tone ‘Dobby!’ immediately a loud CRACK is heard and Dobby drops in the middle of his bedroom looking the same as the last time he saw him(although that was second year).
‘The great Harry Potter calls Dobby?’ Dobby says in his squeaky voice
‘Err yeah hi Dobby I was wondering if you would be able to apparate me somewhere? Of course I understand if-‘
‘Of course Dobby can! anything for the Great Harry Potter Sir!’ ‘Thank you Dobby er..i’m going to get dressed try to ease up on that ‘great Harry Potter’ stuff for me though yeah?’ ‘of course anything for the great harry potter!oh no sir dobby didn’t mean- (Dobby it’s okay) (Dobby! stop shutting ur ears in the door!)’
Harry sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose,he gives Dobby an order not to harm himself and then gathers some clothes for his trip to the bathroom,he knew this was going to be hard. He’s practically trained to hurt himself if he does something wrong (Fuck you lucy you blonde prat) and he’s already more than a little barmy-not that harry minds,Dobby’s his friend-But Harry can’t help but wonder how Dobbys doing without a master, is he taking care of himself? He'll have to ask sometime.. while Harry ponders this he dresses in a pair of oversized jeans(Dudley’s) his beat up converses and a plain oversized black shirt(Dudleys) he would rather wear robes to fit in and look more inconspicuous but he only has his hogwarts robes,and it’s hot as shit outside.
He looks in the mirror,his face more gaunt from the weeks of non consistent food- mostly just a piece of bread,cheese and water and if he’s lucky he’ll get a can of soup not to mention he shares as much as he can with Hedwig- His eyes (just like his mothers) look green as ever and really they do seem to have a glow to them(he tells himself it’s just the lighting) his usually natural gold-tan skin(from his father) is lighter most likely due to the fact that Aunt Petunia banned him from working on the garden but it’s still fairly dark,and finally his hair which is thick,black and as unruly as ever(thanks dad). Harry doesn’t know if he would consider himself attractive but he has grown into his looks this summer,quidditch also served him well and as a result even though he’s lost weight he still has some muscle-all in all he’s not the worst looking. He brushes his teeth and puts deodorant on all while leaving his hair alone he learned not to waste time trying to tame it, walking into his bedroom he finds Dobby on his bed waiting for him.
Harry walks to Hedwig cage-asking Dobby to get the locks off and lets her out ,looking at her you can see she looks slightly thinner, her feathers looking dull,eyes not as full of life or energy but just as intelligent as ever. ‘I'm going to Diagon Alley okay girl? I’ll be back in 2 hours at the latest so you can fly wherever you want. Go hunt just make sure when you come back to the Dursley’s don’t be seen until i get you’ Hedwig nips my finger affectionately and flies as fast as she can out the window (opened via dobby), Harry feels stupid he really didn’t think this through why did he think that he Harry Potter could have a calm day out in public in the wizarding world.
He begins to think about the impressive magic Dobbys has already done..’Dobby you don’t think you could change my appearance could you?’ ‘Oh yes yes Dobby can,would Harry Potter sir bes liking that?’
Harry smiles with glee for the first time in four weeks,he’s so happy to get out-tobe free ‘Dobby you’re literally the best elf this world has ever seen’ Dobby squeals.. Harry’s skin changes to more of a pale white his facial structure looks softer,his eyes a dull brown,while his hair color and texture didn’t change,the length did which helped cover his scar that he assumes couldn't be covered,even by a glamor. (fuck you Tom) So Harry grabs his wand-the only thing he has really- and Dobby pops himself and Harry to Diagon Alley,while Dobby travel(a name he just dubbed) isn’t as bad as floo travel or merlin forbid portkeys,he still feels vaguely nauseous but all in all not terrible so he’s taking that as a win.
The street is busy as usual when walking by he can vaguely catch his face in a newspaper laying on the ground,the shops so colorful and full of life,the air cracking with magic (how can he feel that? he brushes that away for later) this is what home is this is where he belongs. He and Dobby continue down passing cafes,bookstores,knockturn alley and many others that he hasn't had chances to explore.
They eventually make it the big looming bank that is Gringotts with amazing architecture on the outside they walk up to the steps Harry briefly bowing to the goblins outside before heading in with Dobby ,the inside is somehow even better than the outside,the bank is very open with white marble and a very tall ceiling which looks to have something painted on it. He’s suddenly very thankful there aren’t many people in the bank to witness him realizing- Harry doesn’t look like Harry, and he doesn’t even have his vault key well..hes never had his vault key but thats a problem for another time,currently he’s walking up to a tell trying to figure out what the fuck to do.
‘Er hello Sir, is there any way to confirm you’re someone without a vault key?’ The goblin looks down at me(and Dobby) , seeming interested ‘And who would you be?’ ‘Harry Potter’ He says quietly ‘Well we can do an inheritance test..yes follow me Mr..Potter’ Following the goblin(what’s his name?) down a long hallway Harry begins to wonder just what he’s about to get himself into,Dobby looks particularly nervous and he’s shaking but that might just be his normal. note to self get Dobby some serious therapy..do wizards have therapy? Getting off track he doesn’t notice when they reach an office, he snaps out of his thoughts and quickly sits down met by a goblin by the name of Griphook who’s sitting down at a desk adjacent to them
‘Hello Mister..Potter and Mister Potter's Elf? I am the Potter account manager and have been for generations,an inheritance test is simple we’ll just need 3 drops of blood to verify who you are and- if you aren’t you'll have to pay in more than just galleons for trying to deceive the goblin nation,let’s get on shall we?’ Dobby squeaks to my right,the goblin grins sharply while pulling out a knife and Harry is suddenly reminded of the goblin from his first visit with Hagrid-saying they left thieves in vaults for over a decade.
He doesn’t doubt that the goblin is being serious about the threat and judging by the look on his face Harry doesn’t think someone pretending to be him would have a nice fate-by a long shot. He guesses he should feel comfort, at least someone is willing to protect some part of him this fiercely, even if it is just his bank teller protecting the money his parents left him.
Harry take the knife and knicks his finger he let’s three drops of blood drip onto the parchment,it’s takes about 30 seconds-which feels more like 30 minutes -for something to show up
Hari James Potter
Guardian(s)- Vernon Dursley,Petunia dursley Nee-Evans
Magical Guardian-Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledoor
EMANCIPATED ARTIFACT;GOBLET OF FIRE
Maternal: Lily Potter Nee-Evans (Muggleborn)
Paternal:James Fleamont Potter (Pureblood)
Status : Half- Blood
Titles
Lord Potter (By right of Blood and Magic)
Lord Peverell (By right of Blood and Magic)
Heir Slytherin (By right of Conquest and Magic)
Heir Black (By right of Blood and Magic)
Family Magic
Potter-Parseltongue
Peverell-Necromancy
Black-Blood Magic,Affinity for protection magic
Slytherin-Parselmagic, Magic Sensitivity
Inheritance
Necromancer- Peverell
(!ALTERED DUE TO PHOENIX TEARS AND BASILISK VENOM!)
(!MAGIC BLOCKS!)
What TheFUCK