Out of Options
Fifteen year old Harry Potter stared up at the ceiling of the spare bedroom at the Dursley's house. He felt sick, his entire world had gone from bad to worst. His godfather, the ever loveable and always happy Sirius Black is dead. And it is all Dumbledore's and Kreacher's fault.
Oh he knew all about Kreacher's treachery, and Dumbledore's plan to have him die fighting Voldemort. As he scowled at that, he couldn't believe that the man he considered a grandfather would do that sort of thing to him without hesitation.
Brows narrowing into a scowl, Harry punched the lumpy, threadbare pillow with a low growl. Oh how he wanted to wring the blasted House-elf's scrawny little neck.
And his anger at Dumbledore knew no boundaries as well. He wanted to punch that senile old coot in the nose. It was Dumbledore who placed him with the Dursley's, consigning him to a life of hell. It was Dumbledore who failed him every year, first Quirrel and the troll. Then Lockhart and the Basilisk.
Third year was the only year he actually liked because of Remus and Sirius. Fourth Year was the Tri-wzard tournament. His fifth year had been Umbridge, people calling him insane and Sirius dying.
As a red haze filled his vision, he bared his teeth in a snarl worthy of an enraged 'wolf, or even a vampire. He wanted to get out of this house and hunt down Bellatrix Lestrange for killing his godfather.
If Remus could see him now, Harry was pretty sure that Mooney would be ecstatic about his feral sounding growl. Harry smirked, none of his friends would ever find out about his Animagus form. That of a black wolf.
His green gaze went unfocused of the thought of his friends. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Ginny. Rubbing his pounding temples, Harry could only think of how much he really hated the Weasley siblings right about now. After a goblin shown him the will of Sirius and the man's thoughts on how much he was being fooled and manipulated.
How many times have Molly Weasley used the train to sending her children off, yet when he first came to school, she had been the one to openly shout out that the train station is packed with “Muggles” and where was the train from 9 ¾ is at.
Sirius had explained to him in the memory ball that Dumbledore and the Weasley mother is using him to get control of his fortune. That had pissed him off to no ends and he had considered owling the treacherous trio and renouncing their friendship, only Sirius had foresaw that and told him to wait.
Of the Weasley's, Harry had no clue if the others are in on the plan, so he would bid his time and see if they are actively betraying him or not. He knew for a fact that Hermione is not even on the other side. First thing she had done when after school was out to owl him and explain what Dumbledore had enforced. Harry smirked at the memory of the letter in which his best friend, the girl who would always be on his side no matter what.
“Boy!” Came the enraged bellow from downstairs. Harry growled under his breath, pushing himself off the bed. As he stalked out of the bedroom, grumbling under his breath. Stomping down the stairs, he snarled “what?” Seeing the shocked looks on the fat tub of lard's face and the giraffe woman. Harry smirked. After dueling Voldemort, he did not fear those Muggles anymore. He is the typical Gryffindor in public scenes among the others, but with Hermione, Neville and Luna, he is the perfect blend of a Gryffindor and Slytherin. Which had Neville commenting on how well he would be able to integrate with the snakes.
“Mister Potter.” Wand whipping outwards, Harry aimed it at the short, abnormally short man sitting on the sofa, a briefcase on the coffee table, opened to show papers. “Who the fuck are you?” Harry glowered down at the little man. As the man smiled, baring abnormally pointed teeth. Harry winced, he had a feeling who this man is. He knew he would regret snapping down at the disguised man.
“I am Senior Potter account Manager Griphook.” As Harry lowered his wand, staring at the disguised goblin. “Whoops.” As he tucked the wand into his back pocket, Griphook eyed him carefully. “Do you know it is not wise to do that Mr. Potter?” “And pray tell me, where else am I going to put it?”
“There are things called wand holsters, or didn't the one who brought you in your first year explain to you?” “Um you do remember who brought me, right?” Realization dawning in Griphook's eyes, the goblin sighed. “I am afraid to ask, but do you have your vault key?”
“Vault key, what vault key?” “Mr. Vernon Dursley, keep your nose out of private conversations.” “If the fre-boy has money. As his legal guardians, we should be able to have access the money.” “I'm afraid not Mr. Dursley. As a Lord of many peerage, Mr. Potter does not need to spend any amount on you. Now Mr. Potter, do you or do you not have your vault key?” Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Last time I saw it, Molly Weasley had it, why?” Seeing dawning anger in the goblin's eyes, Harry winced. This did not forebode well for Mrs. Weasley, or himself for that matter. “Mrs. Molly Weasley should not have your key under any circumstances. Would you please come with me to Gringotts so we can sort this out.”
As Griphook began piling papers back into the briefcase. As he reached Harry, grabbing the wizard's unusually thin and gaunt wrist. Brows narrowing, Griphook scanned the wizard boy. Eyebrows raising sharply at what he found. Leaving the warded home, reappearing in his office at Gringotts. Mentally making a note to have several of his ward-breakers to remove the blood ward about Privet Driver #4.
As the young wizard looked at him, face pale and sweaty. “I think I'm gonna be sick.” Staggering over to the trashcan, Griphook winced as he heard the young savior retch. “I should have warned you that Goblin apparition is different then the wizarding. I am sorry.” “No problem, I have trouble with wizarding Apparition as well, the only mode of travel that don't upset my stomach is flying.” Bustling about, Griphook grabbed a couple phials of potions. One to sooth an upset stomach, another to do a blood test.
Offering the phials to the pale-faced wizard slouched in one of the chairs. As the boy took the stomach soother, gulping it down. Judging by the look on his face, he had been expecting it to taste much worse. Griphook smirked at that.
“Goblin made potions taste different then the ones created by Snape.” “I'd say. What's this one?” “First you need to do is place three drops of untainted blood in this phial.” Taking the knife, the young wizard pricked his finger. As he squeezed out three drops. “Now add the potion.” As he did, Griphook handed him a piece of parchment.
“Pour the potion on the paper.” As the boy did, Griphook mentally called for several healers. His intensive scan on the boy had revealed some startling facts. Watching words began to scrawl down on the paper, both peered over the paper.
Inheritance test of Harold James Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw.
Magical Core blocked by 89% by Albus PWB Dumbledore.
Parseltongue- 90% blocked by APWB Dumbledore
Parselmagic 100% blocked by APWB Dumbledore
Animagus ability 95% blocked(Three forms available, with seven more blocked.)
Wandless magic 99% blocked by APWB Dumbledore
Wordless Magic 99% blocked by APWB Dumbledore
Ambient Magic 100% blocked by APWB Dumbledore.
Metamorphmagus 100% blocked by APWB Dumbledore
Natural Healing 50% blocked 50% unraveled. Bound by Parents
Natural Occulmency 100% blocked by APWB Dumbledore
Natural Legilmency 100% blocked by APWB Dumbledore