Transcendence Through The Looking Glass

October 5th, 1989

Harry blinked his eyes open and hissed at the bright light. It was way too bright! Slowly he opened his eyes and was shocked by how sharp everything was. Harry had never seen the world so clearly before. His improved sight wasn't the only change though. Harry had also noticed for the first time that there were no aches or pains. In fact, Harry felt absolutely amazing at the moment. Looking around his room Harry noticed something brush his face. Gingerly Harry got out of his bed and went into the bathroom. He gasped in surprise as he looked in the mirror. 

His hair was vastly different, it was black now to start with. But it was also smooth and felt really silky to touch. He was glad it no longer looked like an untamable mess. In fact, his hair looked like he hadn't slept on it at all. Bangs framed his face and fell to the tops of his shoulders. His jaw looked just a bit sharper than it was. The ever-present scar on his forehead was gone...no it was faded. The shadows from his bangs had hidden it entirely. It was so faded that one would have to be looking for it to even find it. The biggest change yet was his eyes! His eyes were no longer an unusual shade of green. No, they were blue. But not the usual shade of blue, it was a curious mix of his emerald eyes with blue. Harry wanted to say it was something between teal and sapphire blue. It seemed to compliment his new looks rather well. 

Harry wasn't sure he wanted to keep his hair this long though. But keeping his bangs would be a good idea. They would hide the faded remains of his once infamous scar. The door opening and shutting in his room got his attention. Looking out he saw Healer Raynor standing just near the door.

"I see you're awake and taking the results rather well. We need to discuss the potions regime that you'll be taking." Healer Raynor said.

Harry nodded as he sat on the edge very edge of the bed. 

"As you can now tell the disownment was completely successful. You are no longer beholden to them in any way. You've been entirely wiped off of the Potter family tree. Though you can't entirely shake off the Potters. They are branched cousins of the Peverell's. But at least they have no legal sway over you anymore. We had to banish and regrow several of your bones. The damage was significant and noted in your patient files. On the off chance you want to file charges on those who did this. The Horcrux was removed successfully and transferred to another item. It's up to you to decide if it gets destroyed or not. As we suspected it was a bare 2% of soul overall. Had it stayed it may have grown stronger once you attended school. Magical schools have so much ambient magic that it could've siphoned enough to be a nuisance. Anyway, as far as your potions go, you'll be taking Nourishment, Bone-strengthening, Vitamin, and Anti-nausea potions. All of the potions except for the Anti-nausea potion will be taken for a whole year. The nausea one is mostly to help you get used to taking so many potions. It's also going to help you eat better without feeling sick. Goldaxe has the Horcrux with him. By the time you're done with Goldaxe, Legoritha will have a month's supply of your potions ready." Healer Raynor said.

Relief flooded through him upon hearing Raynor's words. He was glad that the connection to his family was severed. It meant that there was zero chance he'd ever go back to the Dursley's. Dumbledore had placed him there. Harry had a feeling that the man would make him go back otherwise. As for pressing charges against his relatives. Well, that would be a decision for another time. At the moment he was too scared to confront right them now. Not after the mess he'd behind left for them. Maybe when he was older there wasn't exactly a time limit on those kinds of charges. Or at least he didn't think so anyway. Honestly, Harry was pretty satisfied with his revenge on them so far. Plus, having what they so desperately wanted was also revenge enough. His ex-relatives were always trying to move 'up' as it were. Always wanting to be a part of the high society socialites. Petunia had even mentioned a few times how she would decorate a fancy house. Oh, that was her favorite topic of conversation with Mrs. Miller from 10 Privet Drive. Apparently, Vernon's boss had one of those fancy houses. And the decorating scheme was apparently 'atrocious'. 

If one were to ask Harry, he would say: That a woman like Petunia who had married Vernon and named her child Dudley. Had absolutely no right to question anyone else's taste. Either way Harry had everything the Dursley's could want. He was rich, owned multiple properties, and was technically famous. He was like Cinderella a true rags to riches story indeed. Besides it wasn't like he wanted to advertise his abuse. Charges and trials would draw attention to him. And they would reveal everything to everyone. It was something he just wanted to forget not relive.

He gathered up his clothes and changed back into them. Tucking Percival's wand back into his sleeve he followed Raynor out. After a short walk Raynor left Harry outside of Goldaxe's office. After knocking he entered into the now familiar office.

"Little lord I heard you had survived." Goldaxe said, in an almost teasing voice.

Harry snorted and took his usual chair.

"First thing we need to go over is the Horcrux or what you want to do with it?" Goldaxe asked.

"I...I think that I should keep it for now at least. It's a soul regardless of who it may belong to. Tom Riddle might not care about his soul, but that doesn't mean I have to feel the same. It won't hurt me, will it?" Harry asked, worriedly.

Goldaxe gave him a look that Harry couldn't read.

"Your view on a form of magic you've don't know is interesting. But the box we've placed it in is crafted to suppress magical artifacts. It won't do anything to you so long as you leave it in the box." Goldaxe replied.

Harry nodded; Percival had mentioned briefly about magical objects. How some were alright to touch while others were dangerous.

"Now the next is your medical bills from the infirmary. As well as the price for the potions that Legoritha is making." Goldaxe said.

"Is there enough to cover it in the vault?" Harry asked.

He hadn't had the opportunity to read through the Peverell portfolio. Goldaxe made a sound that was like he was choking before a roaring laugh left him. He failed to see what was so funny about the situation! It was a valid question! Goldaxe had finally stopped laughing and straightened up.

"Little lord the Peverell vaults were managed in such a way. That you and many generations of your children would never have to work ever. I gather you haven't read through everything in your folder. The bill for your hospital stay is pocket change compared to what you've inherited. In fact, the Peverell Vaults have been magically extended on more than one occasion. And that's just the Peverell vaults. The Mortis Vault is nearly an endless pit. There is a Mortis vault in every Gringotts around the world. You will want for nothing ever again little lord. Perhaps during another occasion, you can update the investment portfolio." Goldaxe said.

Harry had blinked away his shock at the whole statement. He'd seen the vaults on his Inheritance test, but Harry didn't know they contained that much. It was.... insane! Now looking down at Goldaxe's copy of the vault's contents. The numbers had commas! He felt slightly angry as well as lightheaded. He'd lived in rags in the cupboard of a set of bloody stairs. And this was only the Peverell accounts. He didn't even bother looking at the Potter ones. Every time he'd tried anger overwhelmed him. He honestly didn't want to see what was taken from him. Harry had been denied all of this and treated like he was less than human. All because of his bloody parents and Albus Dumbledore! He was right in his first assessment; no excuse would ever be good enough. He didn't want a single damn thing from these people! Which is why Harry hadn't cared in the slightest as the Potter legacy was stripped from him.

"Next thing we should discuss is your future education. Your ex-parents had you enrolled at Hogwarts for all seven years. Now that you've disowned yourself and changed your name the tuition was returned. Are you interested in attending Hogwarts or would you like to go to a different school?" Goldaxe asked.

Harry didn't want to go anywhere that his parents wanted him to. Plus, Harry knew who the headmaster was currently. Dumbledore's involvement with his parents made Harry even less eager to go. He'd be at Dumbledore's mercy and subjected to his rules. And that was something Harry wasn't going to abide by. This was the same man who left him with monsters without a single thought. No, Hogwarts was entirely out of question. 

"No, I was thinking of going to Ilvermorny actually. Percival went there and I'd like to be as far from Britain as I can get." Harry said.

Well, as far away as someone who can only speak English can get. Maybe Harry could pick up another language somewhere down the line. For now, Harry was limited in his travel options. Besides Percival was from America where Ilvermorny was. It sounded amazing from what Percival had said so far. It would be a brand-new start; in a place no one knew him. Maybe he could make more friends now.

"Of course I will send out a letter to request admittance. Is there anything else you want to cover?" Goldaxe asked.

"Are there any Peverell properties in America near the school?" Harry asked, curiously.

"There is a small manor out in the heavily forested woods of Maine. You will have no muggle or magical neighbors. It has 4 bathrooms, 5 bedrooms, kitchen, dining room, ballroom, 2 sitting rooms, garden, potions lab, ritual room, and a library." Goldaxe replied.

His eyes widened in wonder and shock...that was small!!!???

"That sounds good is it in relatively good shape?" Harry asked.

How long had it been since someone had lived there? The way everything sounded, it was like nobody had been there in a while.

"It's in excellent condition and has been maintained by the surviving Peverell elves. It's been almost a hundred years since the last Peverell lived there. Which is why the wards will probably need redone. Without a bonded master the house-elves can siphon off of the house's wards. It's the only explanation as to why they are still alive." Goldaxe replied.

Wow, a hundred years how long do house-elves live? Or maybe they're descendants from the original house-elves? 

"So how much are we talking about as far as repairing and updating the wards?" Harry asked, dreading the answer.

"Given that it is a smaller property...an assessment would be a hundred galleons. It is also the least warded property out of all of your holdings. It would actually cost more to fix the wards on the British manor than the American one. But the most heavily warded property is Peverell Castle in the Italian Alps. The wards on the castle are a literal work of art. They don't ward places like that anymore. I would compare those wards to Gringotts or Hogwarts. Though Hogwarts's wards are slowly failing and have been since Dumbledore took over. The original Peverell ancestral home is literally lost to time...it's dust. They moved into the castle where a majority of their secrets reside." Goldaxe said.

Holy....he owned a castle now! That was crazy! And so awesomely cool! 

"Ah, let's go with an assessment first. Then I want those wards to be as breathtaking as the castle's. I mean everything possible needs to be added to that manor. I know it's going to cost a small fortune, but I need this. I need a place I know is completely safe where I never have to be afraid. Besides I don't know all of whom is out to get me...sorry who is out to get Harry Potter. I'd feel a whole lot better knowing I'm as safe as I can be." Harry said.

Harry was nine not stupid. He supposedly killed a dark lord...and dark lords had followers, right? If they were as sycophantic as Harry believed, then it was a price worth paying. This was the other reason besides Dumbledore and his parents that Harry was leaving Britain. Goldaxe looked at him with pure astonishment.

"You are very wise little lord. I must warn you that the Peverell name carries a dark legend. Some say that Death gifted them three objects of power that Death made himself. Others speculate that the three famous brothers created them. As a family heavily gifted in Necromancy and Death magic, it was a fair assumption. These artifacts are incredibly dangerous and very real. Many have hunted the Peverell's to obtain them. Grindelwald killed some of the last wayward survivors in his quest. They didn't even live in the magical world. Many of the Peverell's fled to the muggle world and changed their name. There is a small chance that some were never found and thus live. Either way it won't matter if you know nothing of those artifacts. People will still come seeking those objects of power. I suggest you get your ancestors journals immediately. You should also pick up a copy of "Tales of the Beedle and the Bard'. A trip to the Mortis vault and the castle is in order. You picked a dangerous heritage but a powerful one none the less." Goldaxe said, gravely.

Harry had indeed been curious about the Peverell's. He had yet to talk to Percival about his family name. The man hadn't hidden his reaction well. It was just barely a second, but Harry could see recognition in his eyes. He'd rather be famous from a spooky family legend. Then be famous for killing a dark lord.

"That's fine I'm not bothered by it at all. I'd rather carry the legacy of a legend than be known as the kid with dead parents. I mean the whole rest of the world thinks they're dead. That's basically what Harry Potter is famous for. Another matter I want to discuss is my move to America. Do I need papers or identification to live there? I know no-majs need them but I'm not sure if it's the same for magicals. This is all very new and confusing for me. If I just portkey to my house instead of stopping to have papers registered at the Ministry. Am I going to get in trouble or what?" Harry asked, biting his lip.

Given what Percival had told him about magical transportation it was a valid question. He was a non-citizen literally popping in out of nowhere. Harry didn't want to get into any trouble that would draw attention.

"Well, given your status as a lord your technically emancipated. But yes, you will need some form of identification before moving out there. I will create your muggle and magical identification. And of course, send it out to the American Ministry. I will also procure a permanent portkey for the Peverell property." Goldaxe replied.

Good that was one less thing to worry about.

"So, I wanted to also ask about my godfather. It says that he's incarcerated but innocent. Why is he in prison then? And is there anything I can do to help get him out?" Harry asked, curiously.

It sounded really weird to Harry and that was coming from a kid.

"His case is rather unique in that he doesn't have one at all. During the final weeks after the war anyone arrested was under Martial Law. All trials and questioning were suspended, and many people were just left in prison. Mr. Black doesn't have a trial on file at all. Not to mention he wasn't questioned or even searched. Death eaters have a magical brand on their wrists that identify them. Had they simply looked at his wrist they might have questioned his charges for that alone. Everyone thought he was your parents' secret keeper. But he wasn't another friend became their secret keeper. They think Mr. Black is a death eater who betrayed his friends. They think he killed your parents and those muggles. The fact is that Mr. Black is a victim of prejudice and circumstance. Mr. Black comes from a family of dark magicals. The reason why most of the living Blacks are in prison is because they're Voldemort's followers. They simply assumed he was just like all the others. This world is filled with a lot of hate little lord. Something as simple as a family name and a meddling old man condemned an innocent man." Goldaxe replied.

Horror washed over him. What was wrong with people?

"That's horrible what is wrong with these people! Even the no-majs don't act like that everyone gets a trial. That's just stupidly childish to lump him in with the rest of his family. It's like what the Dursley's did to me. They spread horrible rumors about me so none of the parents let their kids near me. And the ones who did try to be my friend Dudley scared off. Those people who judged me as a delinquent didn't even know me! I was the furthest thing from that. Why do they have to be like that? Why can't they judge them after knowing them? It seems so silly that it's like this." Harry said, fuming.

Sometimes Harry thought adults were really dumb!

"The world can be wonderful, but it also has it's darkness. Where there is light there is also darkness. And the two-bit gossips don't care whose life they might ruin. They spread their hateful words and don't care who they hurt. But all isn't lost for Mr. Black not really. I can find a solicitor that will take his case. If worse comes to worse, we can draw up some documents. There are other ways to prove your parents are alive. Without involving you in any way, I get the feeling you want to be hands off." Goldaxe said, eyeing Harry.

That was a vast understatement. He wanted nothing to do with his ex-parents even tangentially. But he refused to judge Sirius based on his circumstances and relationship with his ex-parents. It was really sad when a nine-year-old was more impartial than most adults. 

"Yeah, for now anyway I still don't know how I feel about my godfather. He got screwed over just as badly as I did. I thought that living at the Dursley's was like a horrible prison. Knowing he had it just as bad because of my ex-parents. I feel connected to him in that shared experience. I just want to know if he's going to forgive them. I know if I was Sirius I wouldn't forgive them. I think you should tell Sirius about them being alive. I think you should remind Sirius that Dumbledore had the power to get him a trial. And I think you should tell him that Dumbledore was the one who bound the secret keeper. Dumbledore could've saved Sirius and instead left him to rot. And my ex-parents aren't much better either. They either knew about it or just didn't care. Or they trusted Dumbledore and he lied to them. But no matter what excuses and lies they spew Sirius deserves the truth." Harry exclaimed.

Harry himself would prefer the truth no matter how upsetting. He didn't know if Sirius would prefer that approach too. None the less the man deserved the truth. Who's to say once released that Dumbledore won't try something? He could go on manipulating Sirius and using him. No, he would help both Sirius and Percival get free.

"I will find him a solicitor and later on if you choose to meet him. We can set that up in a way that will protect you. You could have him swear a magically binding promise not to reveal you anyone. That way regardless of his relationship to your ex-parents. You could trust that he won't say anything. Is there anything else we need to take care of?" Goldaxe asked.

Harry blinked did he want to do it today or tomorrow? He did want to go shopping for clothes and other things. It wasn't like the Mortis Vault was going anywhere. Plus, he still hadn't seen Percival and Loki today yet.

"I think that's all for today though I think I will fill up my money bag. And go shopping I want to come back in a day or so for the Mortis Vault and the Peverell ones too." Harry said, thoughtfully. 

"Your money bag is meant to be refill when empty. It's keyed to your magical signature so nobody can steal it. As for the Mortis Vault there is a stipulation...a requirement if you will to gain entry. There is a Geas that must be agreed to allow entry to the vault. Now I know you're new to our world so I will save Mr. Graves some time. Geas are either a blessing or a curse. It depends on how they are set up. But many view them as gifts from the ancestors. This particular one is a little of both actually. I will make you a copy of the Geas so that you can study it. Talk to Mr. Graves or speak with me if your confused about any of it. Now I am going to retrieve your potions and that copy. I suggest taking a rest and doing that shopping. Your body and mind have been through a lot over the course of a few days." Goldaxe said.

Harry nodded as he watched Goldaxe disappear through the door. A Geas? What was that? Hopefully Percival would know for sure. Honestly, he was a nervous about seeing Loki the most. Would his furry friend still like him? He looked different and his magic felt a little different too. Would Loki not like the change? It would break something fragile in his heart if Loki didn't accept him. Either way after he went to drop off his potions he was going shopping. He'd only brought three changes of Dudley's clothes. Theoretical emotional breakdowns could wait until later.

Goldaxe returned and placed a small crate of vials on the desk. A folder with parchment was stuffed in a corner.

"Here you are little lord is there anything else for today?" Goldaxe asked.

"Umm, this is going to sound weird but is there anything you can do about my clothes. I mean to change the look of them temporarily? So, I don't stick out in a crowd I mean until I get my new clothes. Percival hasn't taught me that kind of magic yet." Harry said, biting his lip.

Which was true the only magic he knew was how to unlock, relock, and feather light something. But Harry wanted to go unnoticed as much as possible. 

"Of course, little lord, this one time is for free. I don't need the other goblins finding out I like a wizard. I know you're going to make things interesting in the future." Goldaxe replied.

Harry grinned at the goblin. Goldaxe pulled out a smooth green Foci stone. The color reminded Harry of grass when sunlight shined on it. It glowed briefly and with a snap of his fingers Harry's clothes changed. His blue oxford shirt became a white dress shirt, his coat turned into a simple black robe, and his sneakers turned into dress shoes.

"There now you're a proper little wizard. It'll last for up to six hours, so you'll have plenty of time to shop. Good luck little wizard." Goldaxe said.

"May your vaults never empty. Thanks a lot, Goldaxe you're the best!" Harry said, grinning. 

Picking up the small crate of potions Harry made his way out. The crate had to have had an expansion charm on it. Otherwise, there was no way a month's worth of potions would fit in it. He passed the tellers without incident. As he dodged around the small lines of people waiting. None of them paid the slightest amount of attention to Harry. Out in the Alley people were finally out and around. A clock further down the street told him it was just after 10am. His stomach grumbled as the Leaky Cauldron came into sight. Well, he hadn't eaten in a few days as well. He waved at Tom and went up to his room. Depositing the crate on small table Harry fished out the three potions he needed and slid them into his pocket.

Glancing at the box on his bedside table Harry walked to the door. There would be time later, out the door and down in the Alley Harry glanced around. Maybe he could start at one shop and get help finding a restaurant? That sounded good, he took off down the street until he was in front of Gordon's Traveling Trunks. Can't go shopping if one doesn't have anything to carry their purchases in. Inside the shop was mostly empty of people. But the walls had racks full of premade trunks and bags. Against another wall there was large spools of cloth and what looked like reptile skin. A man with short blond hair and a goatee came out from the back.

"Hello welcome to Gordon's what can I help you with today" The man asked.

Harry noticed the red shiny tag that said Walter on his shirt.

"I need a bag and two trunks." Harry said.

"Ah, do you want the standard package or something custom?" Walter asked.

Harry blinked at him. Uhhh...

"I'm sorry what do you offer for custom trunks and bags?" Harry asked.

Walter reached down under the counter and pulled up two books. They were catalogues one was for the spell packages and the other was for custom parts and interiors.

"I have to finish some work on another trunk in back. Why don't you look through those and call for me when you're ready to order." Walter said.

Harry nodded as he flipped through the spell packages. There were so many options to choose from! He had a feeling the other book would be just as overwhelming. Pulling the parchment and quill Walter had left. He made three titles one for each item he was ordering with space below each spot. It was a bit difficult as Harry had never written with a quill before. But he managed to make it readable without leaving any ink blots. He was really proud that only a small spot ripped. It was definitely something he'd have to practice if this was the only writing utensils allowed. After skimming both books and writing what he wanted. Harry reread everything and set the quill aside.

"Walter??" Harry said.

He was hoping the man heard him. Harry didn't want to shout, nor did he want to go behind the desk to look for him. Walter came back smiling at Harry.

"Are we all set?" Walter asked.

Harry handed him the parchment for the man to read. He nodded at Harry and started reading.

"It's going to be about two hours." Walter said.

That was a fair bit of time.

"Is there somewhere here in the Alley that serves food? I mean besides the Leaky Cauldron." Harry asked.

He'd eaten enough of the Cauldron's cuisine to last him a long time.

"Well, near Ollivander's down a side Alley there is Maria's café. There is also Dragon's Claw near Madam Malkin's place. Herman's pub near Twilfit and Tattings place. And the Gilded Pegasus near Gringotts. Though that last one is a bit more upscale. You'll see a lot of purebloods and politicians there." Walter replied. 

"Thank you." Harry said. 

He walked out of the shop thinking over his options. The Pegasus was definitely out of the question then. He didn't want to eat with a bunch of snooty stuffy adults. Maria's was a café but there was no guarantee that they served actual food. It could just be pastries and coffee. The pub might be okay this time of morning. Plus, it was near Twilfit's which was going to be his stop after food anyway. Perhaps he'd try the other place near Malkin's some other time. After stopping a few times to ask where he was going. Harry finally saw Herman's pub nestled in-between two other buildings. Twilfit's was just across the cobblestone street. The pub looked to be in good shape from the outside. It was done up in dark green with gold trimmings. Inside it was decked out in rich light woods. The place looked clean enough to eat off the floor. A whole lot cleaner than the Leaky was. He liked Tom but this pub put the other place to shame. It was pretty much empty except for a short balding man with auburn hair. His glasses had slid down his nose as he read small slips of parchment.

"Hello, are you open?" Harry asked.

It was a sound question as the whole place was empty.

The man looked up at Harry curiously.

"We are but for food only the bar doesn't open until eight. Not that you need to be here during that time lad. Go ahead and pick a spot the menus are special. You simply place your finger on whatever you want. And channel a little magic into your finger or use a wand if you have one." The man said.

Harry nodded picking a booth in a far corner that was away from anyone's prying eyes. After perusing the menu, he decided on fish and chips with chai tea. He'd never heard of that kind of tea, but he wanted to try it. Even if he didn't like it Harry wanted to try anyway. He'd never had the luxury of simply taste testing things. Everyone had their favorite drinks and foods. Harry was fed stale bread and scraps. And that was if the Dursley's were feeling 'generous'. So, Harry looked forward to finding his favorite foods. Now that he could do anything there was so many other things to try. Places to travel...things to learn...friends to make. He was actually looking forward to experiencing life. And no one not even the Dursley's or his ex-parents could stop him now.

He popped the corks on his potions and downed them one at a time. After choking down his last potion for his bones the food appeared. He guzzled down some hot tea to get the taste out of his mouth. His slightly burnt tongue was worth it though. It tasted like vanilla and some other spice he couldn't put his finger on. Harry was surprised that he was not only able to keep it down. But he'd actually finished his entire meal. Despite his better eating habits Harry had yet to finish a full meal. Either he was just that hungry or those potions were amazing. After paying Harry headed across the way to get his clothes. 

He was greeted by a witch named Marlene. Who chatted him up the whole time she was taking measurements. After some time, Harry got a word in edgewise and told her he was moving to America. Which started another chained rant about what she knew of American fashion. Harry remained quiet as she moved him around like a rag doll. He was just glad he didn't get pricked from the magical pins flying around. In the end he ordered: a winter cloak, 3 pairs of shoes, 8 dress shirts in dark blue/ forest green/ white/ black, 8 outer robes in black, 8 sets of matching black pants, 4 vests in green/blue. Harry was never so grateful as he was to get out of there. 

He decided to check on his trunks and was happy they were done. The first one was just a plain black trunk that was layered in wards. Harry planned to use it for extra storage or travel. The second trunk was going with him to Ilvermorny. The outside was made of dark green dragon hide with silver corners and a latch. His new initials were over the latch, several jewels on the latch represented various compartments. He'd sort those out at another time. His new messenger bag was made of the black dragon hide. It too was warded and charmed. The latch was also silver, and his initials made an appearance again. Happy with his new acquisitions Harry paid for everything wincing at the price. Even knowing he had a large amount of money. Harry was still hesitant to use it at such quantities. None the less Harry was definitely updating the investments portfolio. 

He stopped at Carrie's Hair Witchery to get a haircut next. He left his bangs intact and had the longer length shorn off at his neck. Maybe he'd grow it out when he was older. For now, Harry was just glad it wasn't a bird's nest anymore. He bought several hair products as well as bathing products. The Cauldron provided some for the guests. But they weren't the best products. He didn't care for the smell of them at all. Next, he went to Eyleope's Owl Emporium to purchase an owl. It was odd to think wizards sent mail using owls. He picked a snowy white owl with a temper that he called Hedwig. After purchasing her and the necessary supplies he let her fly off to the Cauldron. He stuffed his bags into his trunk with the compartments. The witch behind the counter directed him to Aria's Exotic Pets which sat just on the border of Knockturn Alley.

He found some stuff for Loki in there as well. After that he went to Contemporary Stationary to get a selection of inks and parchments. He even found some self-inking calligraphy pens that could replace quills. Still, he'd have to practice with using them. His final stop for the day was Florish & Blott's. Harry knew that he'd take the longest here and opted to do it last. The late afternoon sun was glowing low in the sky. In another hour or two it would set completely. He knew the Alley was mostly safe during the day. At night though...well...it was something Harry didn't want to find out. Seeing the baskets near the door he grabbed two. He read the brief instructions on how to make them float. They already had feather light charms on them. Feeling very much like a kid in a metaphorical candy store. Harry took off to the shelves wondering which ones he'd look at first. 

After sometime Harry looked out the window and noticed the sun finally starting to set. Taking his now precariously stacked baskets to the front. The clerk looked at him with wide eyes. A shiny tag called the man 'Albert'.

"Hi, Albert give me a second to pull my trunk out." Harry said.

The man nodded as he started ringing up his purchase. He fished his shrunk trunk out of his pocket and tapped it with Percival's wand. He paid the man for the books and reshrunk his trunk.

"Oh, Albert I was wondering does this store do owl order? And if so, does it have catalogues for ordering?" Harry asked.

The answer was indeed yes. And Harry couldn't have been happier about it. Leaving shortly after Harry had made it back to the Leaky as the streetlamps came on. He said hi to Tom and asked about dinner. With some trepidation Harry climbed the stairs. Once in his room he unshrunk both of his trunks. Kicking off his shoes he noticed that they had turned back into sneakers. Harry walked over to the bedside table. Percival's box gleamed in the light of the room. Grabbing the box, he sat on the bed with his back against the headboard. And activated the runes for the first time in days. Percival's face came into the mirror. The look of shock was obvious as he looked at Harry.

"Harry?" Percival asked.

"Yeah, it's me I look kind of different huh? I have so much to tell you about today. So, it's been two days since I was at Gringotts and got stuff done." Harry said.

"Dare I ask what kind of stuff? Maybe you could start from the beginning." Percival said.

Harry nodded shifting the box more firmly in his lap.

"So, I talked with Goldaxe for a bit then changed my name magically. I went with Valerian Peverell for my regular name. And Valerian Harrison Slytherin Peverell for my binding name. I figured if I accidently answered to Harry. I could say I don't care for my first name. And that Harry is short for Harrison. We discussed what I wanted to do with the Black trust vault. I couldn't claim it without the current lord Black knowing about me. I ended up getting treated in their medical wing. Oh, my gosh Percival the goblins use Foci Stones to do magic! They were so pretty and glowed! I apparently have something called Rickets. Which are brittle bones, some broken bones that healed bad, a vitamin deficiency, and of course my eyes. But they didn't do anything about my eyes. They wanted to see if my disownment would straighten that out first. I got a bunch of inoculations as well. My arm hurt from all the no-maj ones where they use needles. So, I disowned myself and passed out. And when I woke up Healer Raynor filled in the rest...." Harry stopped as Percival shook his head.

"Harry slow down you don't have to tell me all at once. I prefer you alive and well, you were talking so fast I didn't think you were breathing." Percival said.

Harry blushed and Percival chuckled.

"Raynor says that everything went as planned. They removed the Horcrux and transferred it into another item. I have it in a box somewhere in my crate of potions. Anyway, they banished and regrew a lot of my bones. The disownment really did fix my eyes up. And I got prescribed some potions I have to take for the next year or so. And then we talked about the Peverell vaults. Percival you know something about them, don't you?" Harry asked curiously.

Percival looked away quickly.

"That name is a dangerous name to have Harry. And if it wasn't for the dire need to get you away from your relatives. I wouldn't have encouraged you to take it. But there weren't any other options. Aside from that fairytale story that's about your relatives. I was called to investigate a few unusual murders. At the time tensions were high between the magicals and no-majs. The victims looked like they were related. Possibly distant cousins, all of their last names were different at least on the surface. I had contacts at the local Gringotts and for a price I learned how they were connected. Gringotts can do genealogy and family trees. They were related all right they were all Peverell's Harry. My theory is that the older generations went into hiding. They went as far as changing their names. And most of them lived in the non-magical populace. At least two of the dead were living as non-magicals. After talking to their wives, it was apparent they had no idea what magic was. But they did recognize the Peverell name. They told me some convoluted story describing some kind of family shame. And that the name was never to be spoken. Harry those three men were tortured to death. Their wives barely recognized photos of them. People believe that fairytale legend about Death and his gifts. I disappeared before I could close those cases." Percival said, his face pale.

Harry was a little shocked who kills someone over a fairytale? Goldaxe had warned him of people being interested in his name and legacy. But he could never imagine that someone would go that far. To do that to another human being was...simply shocking. 

"Yeah, I did pick up that fairytale book. Goldaxe already warned me about it. I also never have to work a day in my life if Goldaxe and my portfolio are correct. Oh, one of the vaults that's connected to the Peverell's is called the Mortis Vault. I guess that there is some kind of Geas needed before allowing me entry." Harry said.

Percival's brow furrowed as he looked at Harry.

"A Geas I didn't think those were used anymore. What does it say? Please tell me you didn't accept it yet." Percival said.

"Of course, I didn't you told me to always read everything before signing something. Goldaxe made a copy of it so I could read it through. I haven't touched it yet; I figured I could read it tomorrow." Harry said.

Percival practically sagged in the mirror frame.

"Anyway, I also asked Goldaxe to enroll me in Ilvermorny. I wanted to go to the same place you did. That and I didn't want to go to Hogwarts like my ex-parents wanted. Plus, did you know Dumbledore is now headmaster. Anyway, I didn't want to be under his thumb either. Besides I don't know any other languages besides English. So, America is my only real option at the moment. Plus, the Peverell's have a manor located near the school there. It even has living house-elves! So once Goldaxe gets all my identifications done and registers me at the Ministry there. We're taking you back home Percival! Well, not to your exact home. But at least to your home country. Oh, did I also tell you I have a castle now? Ah, well I have a castle in the Italian Alps. Supposedly it's where the Peverell's kept their secrets." Harry said, enthusiastically. 

"A castle and secrets. Harry I'm not sure we should go to the castle for a while. I only say that for safety purposes. We don't know what kind of secrets they were hiding. They may have also made traps to stop anyone who may have bypassed or broken the wards." Percival replied.

Harry nodded, that wasn't something he'd thought of. Especially since he was so new to magic. Percival was right the castle of secrets could wait. He told Percival about Sirius and Goldaxe finding a solicitor. Percival wasn't happy that Harry was risking his safety for a man he didn't know. But Harry assured him that it was being done anonymously. He also told Percival about his shopping trip. Halfway through his trip to Florish & Blott's Loki woke up. Percival's collar started moving as Loki's head popped out. Harry's breath caught as Loki stared at him. Jumping off of Percival's collarbone. Loki emerged from the mirror landing gracefully on his butt.

He blinked at Harry before climbing up his shirt and coming nose to nose with him. It was rather reminiscent of how they had first met. After a moment of looking into his eyes Loki cuddled into his neck. The little niffler only popped his head out as he lazily laid there on his shoulder. Harry realized that this must be how Loki napped when he was with Percival. Harry was really happy that Loki still liked him. He'd been afraid that the change of appearance as well as his magic would mean Loki wouldn't recognize him. Percival snorted shaking his head. Harry finished telling him about his books. He was startled when Loki decided to tumble out of his shirt and onto the bed. He took off at a run for the end of the bed. Harry was going to stop him. When he saw where Loki was headed. Dinner had appeared on the table, and he hadn't even notice.

Loki for his part had already climbed the chair. And was going to make a jump for the table. Harry got there in time to save his flatware from little paws. Loki went for his usual bowl of veggies. He really needed to unpack Loki's stuff. Hedwig's too, though she must be out hunting. She'd been perched on the window ceil when he'd come back. Harry didn't realize just how tired he was until that moment. So much had happened. Tomorrow was another day.

October 6th, 1989

Harry climbed out of bed yawning as he stretched. He stopped, having the distinct feeling of being watched. His brow was scrunched as he tried to remember if he left the window open. No, he had definitely closed it right before bed. Harry was glad he'd put Loki back in with Percival. He turned to the table and was startled to see Hedwig and a red bird. They were perched on the tops of the two table chairs.

The red and gold bird looked at him and trilled softly. Hedwig opened her eyes and clicked her beak at him. Harry reached for Percival's box unsure if this new bird was a threat. Percival came into view moments later.

"Hey Percival, what kind of bird is that?" Harry asked, biting his lip.

He angled the box in the bird's direction. A gasp left the man as Harry stepped a little closer.

"Harry why is there a Phoenix in your room?" Percival asked.

Harry turned the box around again.

"I don't know I woke up and he was there staring at me." Harry huffed.

How was he responsible for a weird random bird? So, this was a Phoenix huh? Harry had read some no-maj legend books. They said Phoenix's were firebirds who never died and went through burning days. But the red bird with hints of gold feathers most certainly wasn't on fire. 

"Harry don't touch that bird. We don't know if he's bonded to anyone, he can do something similar to apparition. He can disappear and reappear anywhere he feels like even through warded houses." Percival said.

Harry moved a little closer to the strange bird. Hedwig wasn't alarmed by the other bird so that said a lot. Animals could sense danger far better than humans could.

"Hi Mr. bird are you lost?" Harry asked, curiously.

He honestly didn't expect an answer from it. But to his shock he heard something. 

"No, I am where I desire to be." The bird stated, calmly.

"Harry are you okay?" Percival asked.

"Wait you didn't hear that? He was just talking." Harry said, confused.

"No, I saw it move it's beak, but nothing came out." Percival replied.

So, did that mean he was crazy? Was this strange bird the source of the whispers from before?

"Hey, do you have a name? Why are you here?" Harry asked.

"My human calls me Fawkes. I am simply here to check on you my little hatchling. My human hasn't yet learned that free will can trump even a prophecy. He means well but doesn't always understand that not everything can be controlled. Had you gone where he wanted you to be. You would've faced trials no child should have to face all for a prophecy. A prophecy made by a woman who spends way too much time drinking. If anything, I am not in agreeance with my bonded human. I will help you when I can for now. Tell your friend in the box that I won't take you anywhere you don't want to go." Fawkes said.

A soft trill came out as Fawkes started preening his feathers.

"Percival his name is Fawkes, and he promises to not take me anywhere I don't want to be. He also says that he'll help me, if necessary, because he doesn't agree with his human." Harry said, plainly.

"So that legend about Phoenix's being able to communicate is true. Some form of telepathy I assume did Fawkes mention why he was here?" Percival asked, thoughtfully.

"Yeah, he's here to check up on me. And no, he didn't mention who his bonded was just that he didn't agree with them." Harry said.

Percival gave him a strange look like he wasn't sure what to make of it. Which was weird because if Percival didn't know then Harry certainly didn't know. 

"Odd a bonded Phoenix is almost like a bonded Familiar. They are usually very loyal to their bonded which is why I find this discord...strange. But he is a phoenix and probably has more freedom in his bond." Percival said.

Harry nodded, as Percival started cursing softly. Loki had jumped out of the mirror and onto the table. His beady eyes fixated on Fawkes as he stood on his hind legs his fur bristling. Harry sucked in a shocked breath as they had a stare off. Or a glare off as Loki was definitely glaring at Fawkes. Was Fawkes talking to Loki too? Could he do that even? Wait Percival said that Phoenixes did something like apparition. Maybe Fawkes could get Percival out! A loud squeak and a chattering sound came out of Loki as he points a single clawed paw at the bird. Loki dropped down on all fours his eyes never left Fawkes. As he backed up towards Harry, when his tail met Harry's stomach. Loki turned and climbed up onto his shoulder glaring at Fawkes still. Harry grinned at his protective little furball. 

Hedwig looked distinctly unimpressed with all of them and moved back to the window ceil. Harry took that opportunity to sit in the chair. Loki remained stiff on his shoulder as he ordered breakfast. 

"Say Fawkes would you be able to get Percival out of the box? He's stuck in there and only animals can come and go from within." Harry said, hopefully.

Fawkes blinked at him thoughtfully.

"Unfortunately, the box has runes preventing Phoenix travel. The magic of the box is really familiar though. I haven't felt it for a very long time. It was someone my human used to know intimately. There is so much magic where I live currently. That remembering a specific magical signatures is hard." Fawkes replied.

Harry frowned in poorly hidden disappointment. Wouldn't that have been nice if it had been that easy? But this was his life, and Harry had never known what easy was. Why would Grindelwald need an anti-phoenix rune? Percival said that Grindelwald had placed him in the box to test it for 'him'. Percival didn't know who Grindelwald was referring to exactly. Why would Grindelwald do something like this to the mystery man? And why test it on Percival if it was meant for someone else? Unless...Grindelwald didn't want to hurt the mystery man. The box was a prison...dread pooled in his stomach as awareness occurred.

How could he not have figured it out sooner? The pieces were there, Harry just hadn't put them together because they didn't seem related until now. Grindelwald created the box as a prison for someone he didn't want to hurt. He had needed Percival's identity for some kind of plan so instead of killing the man. Grindelwald used him as an experiment to see if his prison worked. It needed an anti-phoenix rune to prevent a phoenix from saving his bonded. Fawkes lived in a place where there were a lot of magical signatures. Fawkes recognized the magic on the box but couldn't remember who it belonged to. Fawkes knows about a prophecy in correlation to Harry. 

Dumbledore.

Dumbledore, who is the headmaster of a magical school. Dumbledore who Percival said was rumored to be Grindelwald's friend. Dumbledore who Percival said was rumored to have a bonded phoenix, but it was never confirmed. Or at least not confirmed before Percival ended up in the box. It all makes sense now. Panic clawed its way into his chest. How could he trust Fawkes knowing what he just figured out? Was Fawkes really going against his bonded or was he sent to spy on Harry? What if when Fawkes left, he went back to Dumbledore and told him about Percival?

Sucking in a harsh breath Harry started making hasty plans. He just had to play it cool until Fawkes left again. Then he'd pack as fast as possible and run to Gringotts. Hell, maybe the goblins knew of a phoenix repelling rune? They would do anything for a bit of gold. He had to check to see if his papers and wards were ready. If not, then Harry was going to have to find another place to stay. He couldn't risk being caught when he was so close to freedom. Harry didn't care about some stupid prophecy. He wanted to live his life as far away from his ex-parents and Dumbledore. He wanted no part in this convoluted messed up situation.

If no one was going to look out for Harry. Then he'd have to protect himself. He was brought out of his thoughts when something hit his face. He blinked in time to see a pudgy brown paw smack his cheek again. He looked at Loki who was still perched on his shoulder eyeing Harry. Looking around he saw Fawkes and Percival staring at Harry.

"Sorry I spaced off." Harry said, grimacing.

He realized breakfast just had arrived. Harry slid a bowl of fruit towards Fawkes not knowing what it was his species ate. Harry crumbled some bacon on a plate and sat it in front of Hedwig. He then pulled Loki's bowl closer. A selection of sliced veggies and spinach leaves. Harry gathered a few spinach leaves and waved them in front of Loki. Who promptly snatched them away while never leaving his shoulder. Harry himself wasn't very hungry at the moment and downed the potions he was taking. Knowing Percival would be upset if he didn't eat. He started eating his toast and looking around his room. 

He really only had to gather up his clothes. He could leave Dudley's clothes here if need be. Otherwise, everything was still packed as Harry hadn't unpacked it. It would be quick and simple enough to bolt.

"Harry are you okay?" Percival asked, worriedly.

He turned back to look at the man.

"I'm fine, I....I will tell you later about something I figured out." Harry said, his eyes falling on Fawkes.

Fawkes was eating a strawberry rather delicately despite the large size of his talons. Percival following his eyes nodded instead started watching Loki. Loki had finally stopped being stubborn and had climbed down. He was eating a chunk of something that resembled squash. He smiled at his spoiled little companion. Only able to finish the one slice of toast with the way his stomach was in knots. Harry eyed Fawkes and discretely got up. After changing and stuffing all his dirty clothes haphazardly into one of his trunks. Harry started shrinking everything but his messenger bag. He took his seat again at the table. Fawkes had helped himself to the rest of Harry's toast and was now drinking Harry's tea.

After scooping up a rather pudgy Loki and depositing him in with Percival. Harry stuffed the box in his bag and pulled out the Geas. There was a lot Harry didn't understand in the document. He'd have to have a meeting with Goldaxe and Percival. Which was fine because that was one of his few stops for the day.

A trill from Fawkes sounded as Harry was finishing page two. Looking up he saw Fawkes flare his wings and then fly out the door. Quickly stuffing the Geas back in his bag Harry looked at Hedwig.

"Come find me later at my new lodging." Harry said, hastily.

Hedwig nodded and took off out the window.

Hogwarts- Albus Dumbledore

Oh, it was so good to be back! He had been called to the ICW headquarters. A wizard named Alphard Dervey had been illegally breeding Wampuses. Unfortunately, his collection of sixty animals had escaped. Several muggles had been injured, and property damage had occurred. The cat creatures had rampaged on a small nearby muggle town. A few muggles were scratched up but not seriously hurt. A few cars ended up swerving and damaging a few buildings because of the cats. The man didn't have any of the licenses necessary to breed them let alone have so many of them.

They had Aurors out to catch the creatures. Obliviates were used on all of the witnesses and reports were falsified. The only good news was that Wampuses resembled muggle Cougars. So even if they had missed obliviating someone. They'd just think that there was an over population of the woodland cats. Still, it had taken over a week to settle the charges and catch the creatures. Since it was a breach in the Statue of Secrecy it was jail time no matter what. But there was a whole two days of that week that was spent arguing about the sentence. He and several others thought that it was a bit harsh. The incident was easy enough to cover up and there were no serious injuries. In the end Mr. Dervey would pay a hefty fine and once out of prison would be on probation. He would be imprisoned for a twenty-month sentence.

Anyway, he'd just made it back to Britain and was eager to rest. It had been a loud and trying week all around. All he wanted was a long bath, a nap, and some of his candies. One of the muggleborn students had sent him candy. It was a thank you gift for helping them find work in the magical world. Right now, he was craving a Mars Bar. As he entered the large wooden doors where a frowning Minerva was. Her hands were on her hips as she looked at him. Oh, my somebody must've pissed her off.

"Where have you been! I tried sending owls to you! But all the owls come back injured without their mail! The alarms in your office won't let up and all of your gadgets have been broken!" Minerva said, annoyed.

Oh, dear Merlin were those the ones keyed to Harry? Or the ones for Lily and James? Running to a hidden alcove behind a portrait. He hurried up the spiral staircase as fast as possible. He exited out into the corridor in front of his office. The Griffin jumped to the side as he impatiently waited for the stairs to reach the top. He wrenched open his office door to hear the blaring alarms. He cancelled the spell and surveyed the destruction. The trinkets monitoring James and Lily were still functional. The rings on the armillary sphere were still moving. Moving to one of the other shelves against the wall. He was alarmed to see the silver box that held a glowing orb on the table closest to his desk was melted. That particular trinket was monitoring 4 Privet Drive's wards. 

Now that wouldn't normally be worrisome. As there was always the possibility that a bout of Harry's accidental magic could've caused them damage. He checked a silver cat statue that sat next to it. Arabella Fig's wards were still going strong, and it wasn't glowing. It usually glowed and meowed when Arabella touched its counterpart on her mantle. Albus frowned and looked at the orb hanging between two striking snakes. The orb monitored the known Horcrux's so he would know if Tom came back. The orb was milky white which meant nothing was happening. It had been that color for the past ten years. A small Griffin statuette had been linked to Harry's hair. The Potter hair was untamable due to the family's unique magic. It had been split clean in half, and the pieces of hair that had been in the center. Were gone.... leaving nothing but ash.

The silver pyramid that he had made was melted. It once had a rod through the middle to represent the elder wand. The circle had been meant to represent the stone. And the pyramid itself was meant to represent the cloak. Albus had hidden a phial of Harry's blood within it. It was magically preserved for emergency purposes. He had picked up the pyramid and nearly dropped it. A black liquid had oozed out of the partially melted side and bottom. Carefully he turned it around and to see the inside from the hole. The phial had exploded, and the ooze must've been the blood. But why was it that color? Blood usually dried brown so why was it this black thick sludge?

This wasn't good, he had to check on the last instrument representing Harry. Leaving the pyramid on his shelf he turned to catch sight of Fawkes. His friend hadn't been in the office when he came in. Albus didn't blame him the alarms were loud, even the portraits had fled his office. He came closer to Fawkes and stroked his feathered crown.

"Old friend why do you have owl feathers in your perch?" Albus asked, curiously.

He received no response not that it mattered. Because at that very moment he saw the last instrument on his desk. A metronome was burnt and halved on his desk. This device monitored Harry it functioned much like the Weasley clock. It would only be still for two reasons if the person was in danger or dead. Otherwise, the metronome kept swinging. He left his office in hast never looking back at Fawkes.

Had Dumbledore looked closer he would've noticed the blood. Fawkes's talons were coated in dried blood. Fawkes had kept his word and had prevented the owls from reaching his bonded. It had given Harry his head start. May his hatchling fly far from the coming turmoil. 

4 Privet Drive, Surrey England

Albus, Mad-eye, and Daedalus appeared in Mrs. Fig's backyard. They carefully Transfigured their clothes to look more muggle. Afterwards they slinked through the shadows along the street. Upon reaching the house they traveled around back. The outside of the house looked normal.... well except for the garden. It had many dying flowers. There was also a lot of mud in the back which was odd. The front yard was pristine without a single trace of mud. Daedalus finished unlocking the door letting them into the kitchen. A shriek sounded as all three made it through the door. Over by the sink stood Petunia Dursley. She had a cast iron frying pan grasped in her shaking hands.

"Petunia, it's me Albus Dumbledore. We're here to check the house and see Harry." Albus said, calmly.

As soon as he said Harry's name, she scowled at him. Now what would cause that kind of reaction?

"I really don't care what you want! You've broken into my house! And as for that boy I will skin him alive if he ever returns! Vernon wants to do even worse after what he did to us!" Petunia shrieked.

"I'm sorry I don't know what you mean Petunia but Mad-eye is going to look around." Albus said, frowning confusedly.

"Whatever gets you freaks out of my house the fastest! All your kind ever does is ruin my life! If I never see one of you again it will be too soon!" Petunia huffed.

She dropped the pan into the sink. She glared at them as she leaned against the counter.

"What exactly did Harry do that's made you this angry? And where is he exactly?" Albus asked.

A feeling of dread settled into his stomach.

"You mean what didn't the freak do? He broke my good china, broke my teapot collection, killed my flowers in the garden, stole my jewelry, broke into Vernon's safe, and the damage to our floors and kitchen! We left him alone for three days and we came back to this mess! We had to replace the floor cabinets and the floor here in the kitchen. We also had to replace the floor in the dining room and the carpet in the living room. The floor in the bathroom too...not to mention replace the whole toilet! We have to get the stairs stained because of the water damage. We also had to repaint the dining room. Vernon wants to strangle the little hooligan! And I'm not far behind him in that regard. Oh, and he's also the reason Marge is now in prison! She called us angry and hysterical from prison. She had her lawyer track the number that called the anonymous tip to this house. He was the only one here!" Petunia shrieked.

Albus winced at how loud she was being. Arabella had always said that Harry was quiet and well behaved. So then why would Harry do all of this? Mad-eye limped back into the kitchen.

"The boys not here at all. Not only that I don't even see any pictures of him. Just a bunch of pictures of some fat kid." Mad-eye said.

Petunia huffed angrily.

"I told you he wasn't here! He wrecked our house and stole from us! We haven't seen the little freak since! And don't you dare insult my sweet baby! He's a growing boy who needs all the food he can get." Petunia yelled.

Something wasn't right at all with this situation. He caught her eyes and skimmed her surface thoughts. The memory of what Petunia described was the first memory that appeared. Going deeper he found other memories. The ones with Harry made his blood freeze. 

He had been wrong...so very very wrong.

Harry- Diagon Alley

After leaving the Leaky Cauldron Harry stopped to ask about other lodgings. A lady had directed him to another inn not far from Twilfit & Tattings. The Blue Rose was a quaint establishment that was indeed blue. It had more rooms than the Leaky Cauldron did. And the décor of course had roses and a lot of blue. But it was free of phoenixes for the time being. He didn't unpack or unshrink anything just yet. And had reserved the room for a single night. Harry hoped Goldaxe had his papers done already. Running from the area might not be the best course of action. 

If Dumbledore came, he'd probably expect that he'd flee. And that's if Fawkes told him what Harry now looked like. Part of him wanted to trust Fawkes...trusting Loki had been the best thing ever. But not all creatures were like Loki. There were simply too many unknowns involved to trust the bird. Anyway, after showering and trying to calm his panic. He decided to stop by a candy shop not far from Gringotts. It wouldn't be good if a kid was seen running to Gringotts. He didn't look like Harry Potter anymore. But he was still a lone child wandering the Alley. Breathing deeply Harry walked into the shop. He was most definitely going to try as much wizarding candy as possible. Harry hadn't been allowed something as simple as a sweet before. So now that he had the opportunity. He was going to do it; Percival had told him to try everything he hadn't been able to. 

He was grateful that there were baskets by the door. As it didn't take long for him to start filling it up. Thank Merlin for feather light charms or he'd be dragging that basket on the floor. After leaving the shop Harry felt a little bit better. Making his way to Gringotts he stuffed his shrunken bags in his pocket. He climbed the stairs of Gringotts two at a time in his hurry. He was glad that the lines were so short this early. As it was only a few minutes before a teller was taking him to Goldaxe's office. Goldaxe himself smirked as Harry entered and sat in his favored chair.

"Little lord I see your back already." Goldaxe snarked.

"Of course, I couldn't leave you without a single day's worth of entertainment." Harry snarked back.

"What is it I can help you with?" Goldaxe asked.

"I wanted to go over the Geas for the Mortis vault. Visit the Peverell vaults and of course ask about the progress of our other projects." Harry replied.

A single fuzzy white brow rose as Goldaxe looked at him.

"What faith you have in us goblins little lord. To have this all done in such a short amount of time." Goldaxe said.

Harry merely looked back at the goblin a mischievous grin on his face.

"Of course, I think so highly of the creatures that have my gold. One would be stupid to antagonize a goblin. They could cripple someone financially and the Ministry would have no hope of helping. Your people are a sovereign race and aren't beholden to Ministry law. Also, I think other people forget that goblins are also warriors. Warriors who control their money and help ward their houses. There are plenty of other services that are offered here as well. So, I say again how stupid does one have to be to anger a goblin?" Harry asked, grinning.

Goldaxe cackled as his body shook with mirth.

"Oh, I knew I liked you for a reason little lord. I'm still waiting on a response from Ilvermorny as well as Black's solicitor. I'm also still waiting for your other papers and id's to be processed." Goldaxe said.

Harry sighed; it had been a long shot anyway. He just hoped that the feeling he got from Fawkes was real. Harry felt like he could trust Fawkes, but that was before he realized who Fawkes's bonded was. And trusting people had been exhausting because they inevitably let him down. Well, that was until he had met Percival. Percival had done what he'd promised and then some. His trust in animals was just as shaky as people. After Marge's dogs he'd been too afraid to go near most animals. But Loki had come out of nowhere and had made him appreciate animals. Loki who comforted him and pulled off all kinds of mischief. He'd taken a leap of faith and had trusted his new friends. Now look where he was, he was away from the Dursley's and on his way to a better life. Maybe he could trust Fawkes...

"As for the Geas did you want to go over it now or after you look through the Peverell vaults?" Goldaxe asked.

It would be best to do as much as possible now. As Harry was planning to leave the country as soon as his papers came through. He would truly feel free when his feet left British soil. 

"No, let's go over the Geas first then do the vaults. I don't want to go down there then come back and do it all over again. It just sounds exhausting." Harry replied.

He fished Percival's box out of his bag and set it in a way where Percival could see them both. He activated the runes and watched as Percival appeared. The man looked around and nodded at Goldaxe.

"Your family has a rather special Geas. It's a gift though some would say a curse. Any violation in terms of the Geas results in death or the loss of magic. Now your Geas is that you aren't beholden to any country, government, or law. The catch is that you have to answer to Death, a divine being. So long as you serve him nobody can touch you. Anything you do can fall under this Geas. You should know that it's also been instated as part of a law for the magical communities. It states that anyone who answers to a higher being and can prove it isn't accountable. It is upheld in every magical government. That doesn't mean you can just sign this and get away with everything. I can assure you that Death is very real, and he won't be taken for a fool. Many people have lost faith in the old ways. They tried to eradicate this law many times and the judgement of lady magic was swift. In order to access the Mortis vault and its secrets one has no choice but to sign. Think very carefully little lord, because once a deity has you in their grasp they never relent." Goldaxe said.

So, a Geas was a magically binding promise? Immunity from governments and laws.... why would he need something like that? 

"So, I would have to swear this in order to learn everything I need to protect myself...and to help Percival?" Harry asked.

Percival gave him a shocked look like he hadn't expected to be included.

"Yes, I don't know what secrets the Mortis vault contains. No one does, things can be deposited but no one not even the goblins can enter. From the moment you accept you will be marked irrevocably. There will be no going back from it. The Geas will protect you Harry, as the gift of your blood is a dark one. The magical world has become heavily prejudiced against dark magic. Much of that has to do with Grindelwald and Voldemort. But many do not know the difference between dark and evil. Just because one possesses dark magic doesn't make them evil. The Blacks have been a dark family from the beginning. The Peverell's were much the same in the beginning, over the previous centuries they've been neutral in affiliation. The Peverell's are gifted in death magic more specifically Necromancy. They are also very talented at soul magic and runes.  Everything but the Runes is considered so dark that it's been outlawed." Goldaxe replied.

Death magic? Death? Was this something he really wanted to delve into? On one hand everything in him said no don't do it. But on the other hand, he couldn't stop thinking of the possibilities. Would he find a way to help Percival? What secrets were hidden within the confines of that vault? And was what Goldaxe said true? Did Death really exist as an intelligent being instead of an abstract thought?

"Harry, I don't think you should do this. It's...it sounds so vague in nature. We don't even know all the risks involved first. Plus, that thing could make you do anything in its service. It may even be something you're not ready to face. Sure, it may seem tempting now but...I really think that you should consider this decision longer." Percival said, looking at Harry with concern.

"I know Percival, it's just I don't think I can ignore the benefits though. I'm not planning on doing anything illegal. But it's like Goldaxe said the Peverell's have dark illegal gifts. My inheritance test said I had the possibility of manifesting those same abilities. The Geas would protect me from political and lawful backlash. That also means that no matter what Dumbledore or my ex-parents try. They can never have power over me. I was worried about the manipulation of magical law. I don't know enough to protect myself just yet. And Dumbledore has tons of political experience and standing. He's also got a lot of allies, meanwhile I have nobody but you and Loki. Yeah, I'm not thrilled about not knowing all the risks. But having the protection of a divine being...that no one wants to mess with. Well, that's par for the course of my messed-up life, right?" Harry asked.

Percival sighed as his shoulders fell.

"I'm stuck in a box Harry, there is literally nothing I can do to stop you. But I am here for you and can offer what knowledge I have. Please, be careful and remember not to rush into anything too fast. We don't know what this being will want from you." Percival said.

Harry smiled at him wanly.

"You taught me how to think for myself and how to observe. More than even that you taught me how to take care of myself. To watch out for myself because no one else would or could. Something in me says that I need to do this. I can't explain how or why. But I need you to trust me...to trust that I can do this." Harry said.

Harry grabbed a quill and after a little trouble he managed a clear enough signature. He still wasn't very good at writing with quills. As soon as he stopped writing and removed the quill from paper. A chill went down his spine as the hair on the back of his neck prickled. 

A phantom laugh sounded from behind him.

Goldaxe took him to the carts, and they made their way down. Goblins apparently knew how to have fun! The fast ride on the cart left him grinning his hair windswept and his cheeks pink. When the cart finally stopped Harry realized two things. One they were really far underground into a dead-end cavern. And two only one vault door was visible. He'd seen rows and rows of vault doors on the way down. But this vault was by itself and different looking too. The walls surrounding the vault door were made out of pitch-black obsidian stone. Its dark surface was shiny and chilling to look at for too long. The cavern was incredibly cold, Goldaxe actually started shivering. Ice coated the walls around them refusing to touch the obsidian stone.

Now the vault door itself looked terrifying. Wrapped around the vault door were silver skeletons. They were twisted and their skulls always had their jaws open in a silent scream. A banner hung over the door. It had writing but he couldn't understand...right before his eyes the words changed to English. 

'Children of Death need not fear entering here. I have become Death, the destroyer of worlds.' 

(((So, side note: the second sentence "I have become Death" that is a quote from J. Robert Oppenheimer. I did edit the quote as it was phrased 'I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds' which was a little disjointed. The first sentence was something I came up with. I was going to put it into Latin, but my translator kept giving multiple translations that meant the complete opposite of what I wanted. For instance, that first sentence was translated to 'Death fears children'. So, I need new translation software clearly.))) 

A shiver went down his spine as he approached the ominous door.

"You need to prick your finger and allow the wards to assess you. If it lets you in, I will be unable to follow you inside. Only those marked by Death may enter safely. The magic of the vault is such that we never have to enter. It simply makes a detailed parchment of inventory appear once a month. Every branch of Gringotts the world over has a Mortis vault. It is incidentally the oldest vault we have here and the first as you can see." Goldaxe said.

Above the banner was a carved number one. Looking back at the door Harry wondered how he was supposed to cut his finger? Confused Harry grasped the door handle and tried to pull his hand back. His finger was sliced open, and his hand was stuck! He was ready to scream in panic when his hand was finally released. He stumbled back a few steps upon being released. The door creaked open ominously. Nobody was there and it moved!

Creeped out and apprehensive he stepped forward after glancing back at Goldaxe. Reaching into his bag he wrapped his fingers around Percival's box. The cool metal seemed to reassure him that he wasn't alone. He pushed the door open wider as torches lit near the door. Harry looked around in awe never once noticing the floor. Or rather what was on it...a well-worn ritual circle. Harry was too busy looking at the statue at the back wall. A huge statue of a cloaked figure with a scythe grasped in bony fingers. Stepping forward his feet met the inside of the rune circle. The circle lit up glowing purple in the weak light. 

The glowing finally drew Harry's attention to the floor and what he'd missed in front of him. Before the massive statue was four pedestals. Inside the rune array there was a triangle with a circle and a line bisecting the circle. The same symbol that had been on the Peverell ring. Three of the pedestals were positioned on the points of the triangle. While the fourth sat in the center. The center pedestal held a large tome. It was thick and very old looking. The top point of the pyramid held what looked like a wand. The left bottom point held a ring. And the right bottom points closest to where Harry was standing. Was a shimmering cloth folded on the pedestal. 

He was so focused on the pedestals and the rune circle he didn't notice what happened next. The circle's light grew brighter under his feet drawing all his attention. One by one the torches went out and the vault door slammed shut. Panic gripped him as Harry tried to move his feet. But they were stuck to the floor! The only light in the room was the glowing circle beneath him. Harry tried to think of a way to escape. Could Goldaxe hear him if he screamed? So lost in his thoughts Harry never noticed he wasn't alone anymore...

A chuckle reverberated throughout the vault.

" I thought it would take much longer for you to find me little master. But you always surprise me no matter what time or world we end up in."

Harry looked around in the dim light. He didn't see anyone but that meant nothing when people could become invisible. Plus, Harry had no idea how deep the vault was. Anybody could hide deeper within its depths. Though he doubted it as Goldaxe had said that the vault hadn't been opened for a long time.

"Whose there?" Harry asked.

"Why Harry I'm hurt that you don't recognize me. But such is your fate to keep meeting me over and over again. I've been with you your entire life Harry. I've witnessed your pain and loneliness. I know everything about you my precious child of death. In this time...we met for the first time on October 31st, 1981. You died that night, but I brought you back to life giving you a small amount of my magic. Albus Dumbledore planned that night well...but he never planned for you to die. He still doesn't know that you live by my graces alone. He thinks that the prophecy is still in effect, and it is still partially intact. You can accept me as you did that night. Or you can leave...but you'll never know my secrets and you won't reach your full potential. Your path has led you back to me. Can you really say that you don't want this, Harry?"

Harry looked at the statue in the back behind the pedestals. It was true he...it...was really real.

"Death, you are Death the one whispering to me. Of course, I'm curious about you and your knowledge. And of course I want to know what really happened that night. But I refuse to play games and be led around." Harry said.

It was true Harry was done letting people control him. If Death was looking for a slave, then he wouldn't find one in Harry! And he wasn't going to play Dumbledore's games either.

"I would never ask you to Harry. Fate enjoys playing games and weaving lies. She likes to play with my children as a form of twisted entertainment. But it doesn't have to be this way, Harry. By accepting me you also accept my protection. My children are considered unnatural and as such Fate has been trying to get rid of you. Fate won't stop trying to kill you...until she succeeds, or you accept my power. You can gain the knowledge you seek so desperately."

A tall shadowy cloaked figure separated from the shadows. It creeped closer to where Harry stood frozen in place. It stopped less than five feet from him. Its head tilted as it regarded Harry from its place.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry said.

Another chuckle came from the shadow figure. Darkness seemed to drip off of it as it moved another step forward.

"I know about that insatiable curiosity of yours Harry. You want to help him...your precious Percival. How exactly do you plan to help him? Hmmm, that box was spelled with my elder wand. The runes on that box. You'll realize in time that half of them don't exist in any book. Grindelwald made those runes and imbued them with his will and magic. Only Grindelwald and I know how to save your friend. I know you won't stop until you help your friend Harry. That's simply who you are. Accept me and everything entailed or walk away the choice is simple. But know that if you reject my offer. It will never be extended again." 

Harry knew on some level he should probably feel frightened. People feared Death by principle. He was slightly creeped out but not afraid. No, he was more afraid that he'd be stuck in the vault. He was also really cold...his fingers ached from the now frosty temperature. Death was actually right; it wasn't about Harry wanting knowledge. It was more for Percival...valiant and caring. A man who didn't deserve his fate any more than Harry himself did. The very same man who helped him escape hell. The real question was, what did Death want in return for that knowledge? Knowledge that no one else alive would know.

"If I did agree I would be marked...and beholden to you only. But that benefits you more than it does me. So just what am I worth to you?" Harry asked.

"You are my solace in a way only your soul can be. You have never feared me even when I loomed over you that October night. Even now as you stand before me, you're not afraid of me. No, you're afraid of never getting out of this vault. You're afraid that you'll never be able to free Percival. Out of those fears none are directed at me. So many souls pass through my domain. But none will look at me let alone converse with me. But your soul Harry drew my attention. It's as bright and brilliant as a star.... but it is cracked...broken. Broken under the strain of your short life. Broken but undeniably beautiful. I have found that the strain of loneliness has taken its toll. But you little master aren't afraid.... I would like a friend?" Death asked.

Death tilted his head again as he seemed...unsure? For Death's protection and knowledge...that was what the being wanted? Harry knew what loneliness felt like. The crippling feeling of having no one and nothing. This being who was tasked to cause death was alone. No creature human or not would go near Death. They no doubt feared what would happen if they tried. It's hardwired into a creature's brain. If it feels like it can kill you don't go near it. It was survival instinct at its best. So why then did he not fear the same way others did? Was it because Harry used to wish for death? So many times, at the Dursley's he'd wish for it to all end. So that he could be with his parents...at least that was what he thought before Harry realized they were alive. Harry had truly found comfort and solace in death. Thinking that he would finally be with those who loved him. But that had all been a pipe dream the wishful thinking of an abused child. Nobody who loves you leaves someone with monsters.

Now here Harry stood right in front of Death. Now he was the one who brought comfort to this entity. It was so strange to hear that after being called a freak for so long.

"A friend? That's it? People would kill to gain the knowledge and power you so willfully give to a nine-year-old. Isn't that why so few with my blood are alive? They were killed just to find that which you offer so freely. And all you want is a friend with only a promise to bow to nobody else's will?" Harry asked.

This entity wanted to give Harry power that people only dreamed of. And it was all to find a friend that wouldn't shy away. It was really sad...that this being before him would go to such lengths.

"This about more than mere companionship little master. You would serve as my anchor to the mortal plane. Many would seek to trap you.... manipulate you for their own ends Harry. With me Harry none will succeed."

No, no one would succeed because Harry refused to be ensnared again. He would learn all there was to protect himself. But having an otherworldly being looking out for him would definitely be added protection. That and he was running out of logical reasons not to accept. Power was best given to those who won't abuse it right? All Harry really wanted was to learn and free Percival. Oh, and to never be afraid again. But other than that Harry had no intention of hurting anyone or showing off Death's power. This would truly be a leap of faith for him...even more so when he met Percival for the first time.

"Then I am with you Death." Harry said.

The light from the circle flared again before dimming. He could barely see Death's outline anymore. Death's shadowy outline moved closer and filled the small distance between them. A hand shot out and gripped his right shoulder. Pain radiated suddenly from where hand met shoulder. Harry clenched his teeth trying not to cry out. Tears streamed down his face as the pain spread throughout his body. As suddenly as the pain came it vanished. He used his sleeve to wipe the sweat and tears from his face. He looked up in time to see the torches flare back to life. The circle under his feet was dormant. And Death was gone...but Harry knew the entity wouldn't ever be far from him. It was a strange new awareness that was a little spooky.

Feeling off balance and tired Harry decided to make quick work of his business. Pulling out his extra shrunken trunk Harry left it open. He looked at the items on the pedestals with apprehension. He knew they were important in some way. He approached the tome first wondering if he'd even be able to pick it up. It was indeed as heavy as it looked. But he managed to load it into the trunk. The other three items followed suit. Harry glanced around this time paying attention to everything he'd missed. Coins of gold, copper, and silver were neatly stacked from floor to ceiling. Odd objects were interspersed among the piles. He picked up a gold coin and realized it wasn't wizarding currency. Or at least none that he knew of, the head on the coin depicted a man with curly hair. He couldn't quite place why he thought the coin was different. It had no date on it....

"37 or 44 BCE Rome the details aren't fresh, it depicts Caligula. My that man was a real piece of work."

His eyes widened at Death's whispered reply. Harry wondered just how many empires Death had seen rise and fall. He was holding a coin so old that it probably deserved a spot in a museum. Not that, that assumption was too far off. The 'objects' easily could've come from a museum. From where he was standing alone Harry could see: 2 sarcophagi, 3 statues, and 4 large sandstone tablets that stretched from floor to ceiling. And that was what he could see as the vault was densely packed. He wouldn't be surprised if more artifacts were buried under the coin walls. For that was what they were dense shiny walls where there was a small space to walk. 

He didn't even want to think about what would happen if the piles toppled. Carefully he moved through the small maze-like path. He stopped at a mostly cleared area where a section of books resided. Harry picked up the first book on the stack to flip through it. At first it was a foreign language but as he looked at it the words shifted. They moved until they resembled English words, he could read. It wasn't the first time that had happened either.

"It's because of me...divine beings can understand all languages. Your bond to me allows you to understand other languages. Even though you've never learned them. This also applies to speaking. It's something that occurs naturally and it's easier to let it happen. Rather than stopping to think about it just let it flow."

Now that would come in handy for reading things. But he should probably fight his new skill a little. If everything just reverted to his native tongue. How would he be able to tell the difference in written form? Not to mention the spoken form. Plenty of people spoke languages that weren't native to them. So, at first glance he wouldn't be able to know. Deciding to take the books with him he levitated them back to the trunk. He walked around some more and stopped to look at some suits of armor. If the Mortis vault was a collection of Death's things. Then why did Death have items like these? Were they sentimental? Frowning Harry made his way back to his trunk. He was really glad he'd gone with the extra expansion package. Or his extra storage trunk would be overflowing.

He shrunk it back down and went out the vault door. To see Goldaxe shivering and swearing under his breath. 

"For a moment little lord, I thought you wouldn't make it out." Goldaxe said.

Harry grimaced so had he.

"Yeah, it was something else being in that vault. Is it normal for vaults to be like that? I mean I noticed some of the objects in the vault were different?" Harry asked.

Goldaxe nodded as he had Harry follow him. Instead of getting back into the cart they walked along the wall.

"The Mortis Vaults are considered...what's a good word? Containers...? In the sense that the vaults function a certain way. Goblins are prohibited from entering as are anyone who isn't a 'child'. I mean 'child' in the loosest way possible. Practitioners of death magic or Necromancy are often referred to as 'Death's Children'. While average witches and wizards can learn a bastardized version of those magics. Only certain people are born with a true talent. A talent that has bred true time and again in the Peverell line. As I was saying we can't enter the vault to take inventory. Nor can we touch the contents. Those objects are dangerous and I'm not referring to the fact that they are magical in nature. I'm referring to the fact that it's impossible to touch the items. All created magical items have a purpose. Some items can make your skin flawless or your hair shiny. Those are harmless magical artifacts as they don't hurt the person using them. Are you still with me?" Goldaxe asked.

Harry nodded as they stopped in front of another vault door.

"Some artifacts can curse, poison, or destroy a person's mind. Those are classified as harmful for the most part. But the items in the Mortis vault are there for a reason. The magic is considered malicious because it causes death. Or a slow very painful death anyway. Artifacts created to assist in death magic rituals also count. Anytime Gringotts excavates a historical sight we have to check each magical item thoroughly. If it even remotely resonates with any form of death magic or soul magic. It is then set aside for processing. We heavily ward the items, so no mishaps happen. Then we catalogue it. And research its origins as much as possible. It is then placed inside a special rune circle that is directly linked to the vault. It then transfers the item into the vault and the estimated price of the item. Will then appear in the center of the inactive circle. Those artifacts are dangerous Harry, but they are pieces of history. History that would only be destroyed in the Ministry's incompetence. You may or may not be alright touching them. But I would ask your new friend first before touching anything." Goldaxe said.

Harry frowned new friend...could Goldaxe sense Death?

"My new friend?" Harry asked.

Goldaxe chuckled.

"I can sense wild magic as good as any magical creature. That is the best way to describe your companion's magic. It reminds me of natural Earth magic or perhaps Fae magic. It feels so alive and....well free. I know that sounds like a contradiction considering who we speak of. But for lack of better words. Death can cloak himself rather well in that he can be invisible. But his presence and magic hang in the air around you little lord. Don't worry witches and wizards these days won't recognize it. They are so determined to destroy traditions and rituals. That a powerful divine being can walk amongst them without notice or care. This vault is the main Peverell vault. For these vaults there are keys, but you'll need to pass inspection." Goldaxe said. 

Inspection? Turning fully Harry backed away a step. On either side of the vault door stood big...dog statues. Or at least they vaguely resembled dogs. 

"Hellhounds"

Hellhounds! That didn't sound vaguely ominous at all. The statues were strange in that they felt different...not alive...but...he didn't know. They had glowing red eyes and their bodies were made of some kind of dark stone. It almost felt like they were watching him. Goldaxe handed him a small gold key and stayed back. Harry cautiously approached the door and stopped when he heard a growl. He caught movement off to his left turning Harry nearly fell on his bum. The hellhound had gotten up from where it had been sitting. The right one did the same, he gulped as they circled him. A blush spread across his cheeks as their stone noses sniffed him from head to toe. Whatever they were 'inspecting' seemed to satisfy them as one of them pushed him at the door. He turned the small key and entered. 

This vault actually seemed to be more organized than the Mortis vault. Trunks lay open to the left with coins overflowing them. There was plenty of random piles of gold left. But someone had obviously attempted to get them inside the trunks for storage. It was a much better idea than letting the gold sit loose on the floor. And it was possible the trunks had expanded insides. So there maybe even more gold in them than at first glance. Dozing portraits were leaning against walls in stacks, garment boxes were stacked nearby. A table was displaying several kinds of old weapons. There we even a few wand boxes to the back. Another table seemed to be overflowing with jewelry boxes. Some items were carelessly laying on the table without boxes. While small velvet pouches spilled roughly cut gemstones. Trunks in the far-right corner held more personal items. Shelves of vialed liquids dotted the walls. Bookshelves were packed and overflowing leaving some books to sit on the floor with the gold. Harry skimmed the spines and pulled out a set of journals. While the others looked interesting. Harry was more interested in what the three fabled brothers had to say about Death. He was disappointed to not find the family grimoire.

But told himself he had one more vault to go. And that perhaps it was moved to the secondary vault. Exiting the vault after storing away the journals Goldaxe took him to vault #5. He once again was violated by the stone snouts of his vault guardians. And entered the vault and noticed it was a little different. For one thing the very back of the vault had precariously stacked antique furniture. There seemed to be more personal items in this one. A displayed hat left him unnerved and disgusted all at once. Who stuffs their dead cat and wears them on their hat like a demented ribbon? It was like a big floppy sunhat around the center crown was a gray tabby. It was laying on it's side, with it's whole body wrapped around the center. It was morbid and looking right at him. What was wrong with people? Was it a wizarding fashion to wear your dead pet? Shaking his head he wandered around the large stacks of gold to inspect a bookcase.

He frowned when he once again was unable to find the golden spine of the grimoire. Maybe it was stored in the castle? He decided to leave the other books for another visit. Moving to a large wooden china hutch. He noticed the contents were mason jars with questionable substances. Whatever they were they were definitely bad. Unless black was a common color for potions? He hadn't studied anything in regard to the subject. No, it was the glimmer of gold hidden behind several jars. It was why Harry had opened the hutch to begin with. Careful not to knock any jars over he retrieved a book. It was the grimoire he'd hoped to find. This was perfect happy with his find Harry slipped the grimoire into his bag instead of his storage trunk. Leaving the vault he went with Goldaxe. After a short ride back to the tunnels. Harry left Goldaxe feeling calmer than he had earlier in the morning.

Briskly Harry left the lobby and went down the steps and stopped. Standing off to the right of the bank's stairs were three people. The shortest cloaked figure was wearing a dark cloak with a hood. Long red strands of hair defiantly slipped out of the cloaks hood. The second cloaked figure was entirely covered and no features were noticeable. And the third figure was an old man. He had twinkling blue eyes and a long white beard. Harry didn't know why but the uneasiness returned in spades. He moved into the crowded streets and all but ran back to his hotel.