Harry Potter and The Grey Alliance

By Skye

Author's Note: Alright people, this is my first fanfiction, so give me a bit of a break, I haven't written fiction before, so I thought I would give it a bit of a try. I'd like to thank my Beta Reader, DarkGoddess, so…. Thanks. Anywho, I hope you enjoy it.

Skye

Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling, along with the Harry Potter series. All info researched was based on PS/SS, CoS, PoA, OotP by J.K Rowling, and The Magical Worlds of Harry Potter: A Treasury of Myths, Legends, and Fascinating Facts by David Colbert. This is fanfiction, get over it.

Chapter One: Escaping Durskaban

July 2, 1996

Sitting on a too small bed in a too small bed room was a young man in too big clothing. This young man who was a little above average height with pitch black hair, weathered green eyes, which flashed angrily at something he had just read, round framed glasses, and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Yes ladies and gents, it's Harry Potter, known to many as the famous boy-who-lived, the criminal, the boy, the freak, and the attention seeker.

Harry, who felt like a prisoner in Durskaban, had just gotten a letter from Remus Lupin, his former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, a werewolf, and a friend of his deceased parents. Remus, or known as Moony to his close friends, had just informed Harry of a letter he had received explaining the last will and testament of one Sirius Black was recovered and contained the information of Remus and Harry being benefactors of the Black fortune. Harry had assumed something like this would happen, seeing as how both The Daily Prophet and the muggle newspapers had the head lines blaring the last few days about the innocence of Sirius Black. Harry assumed the Ministry was being loaded down with letters from 'unhappy' wizards, and knowing Sirius, more than a few 'unhappy' witches.

Harry wasn't angered by this, oh no, he was angered, more like enraged, by the fact that Remus had explained how he had to sneak behind Albus Dumbledore's back to tell Harry of this. Apparently Dumbledore had, as promised, kept the order off his back for the summer, but hadn't told Harry about monitoring his mail. Yes that did it. If only Dumbledore was there to feel the power rolling off Harry, he probably would have thought better than lying to Harry again, of course it is Dumbledore, you would have thought that after having his office decimated, he would have learned not to piss Harry off.

Harry should have received his letter from Gringotts, but Dumbledore felt Harry was to 'fragile' and "a bit unbalanced" at the moment to handle such adult matters. Yes Harry was still saddened by the fact that he lost Sirius, one of the closest links to his parents and a father figure to himself, only a few weeks earlier, but he was more than determined now to take on his role it seems that destiny had already preordained he was to take, especially after hearing the prophecy, something else Dumbledore felt Harry was to 'fragile' to tell him before he saw his godfather murdered in front of his eyes.

So this leads us to now, Harry royally pissed off and now planing his great escape from his prison. Sure it wasn't as bad as previous years, of course the Dursleys couldn't even keep eye contact with Harry for longer than a few seconds, which really didn't have anything to do with the threat from the order. No, it seems as if the Dursleys were terrified of him. Of course this didn't bother Harry much at all, he rarely saw them, unless he was eating, or before he left for his run in the mornings.

As Harry remembered hearing once of the idea of emancipation in muggle school, he decided to walk to the local muggle library to read up on it, all the while forming a plan of escape. Placing his wand in his shirt sleeve he left his room.

Walking down the stairs he passed Dudley, who he sneered a little at resulting in Dudley shaking and nearly pissing himself, Harry felt a little better already.

Closing the front door, he started to walk down Privet Drive giving a bit of a cold smile and a small mock wave to the neighbours, who were peaking out at him from behind the curtains of their monotonous homes.

Shoving his hands in his jeans pockets he started listing the potion ingredients for the Draft of Peace. Quickly getting bored, he looked up to find himself half a block from the library.

"Little Whinging Library," Harry read to himself out loud, "really original." He snorted. Quickly opening the door and getting into the carefully controlled climate.

Walking straight to the librarian, who gave him a bit of a strange look, "Hello….. Rachael," he stated after looking at her name tag, "would you mind if you could point me to the area that may have information on escaping my priso- I mean emancipation?"

Rachael just stared at him for a moment before pointing to a section of the library that looked like it hadn't been touched in years.

Harry followed her direction with his eyes, then back at her, and nodded, almost solemnly and said "Thanks."

Strolling down the aisle, Harry noticed that it was indeed the government/law section. Lifting a dust encased tomb from the shelf, he read the title out loud "Child Emancipation and Rights of Underage British Citizens," he sighed, "well, looks like I'm ready for a bit of a sit down."

Pulling out a piece of muggle notebook paper and a pen, Harry started to flip through the book, writing down what looked like he would need to do and what he would need to bring to the muggle office to get away from the Dursleys forever.

Later that night, back at the Dursley house hold, Harry formed a plan for the next few days, that is if tomorrow went as planned.

July 3, 1996

The next day Harry woke bright and early, well not so bright, but early and went for his run before taking a quick shower before changing into some clean clothes. Sticking his wand up his sleeve, then grabbing his invisibility cloak and all other necessary papers he would need, he reviewed his plans.

Step One: Exit the Dursley house hold under his invisibility cloak, being undetected. Sure, Dumbledore said that the order members would back off, but Harry wasn't daft, and he knew that Mrs. Figg was more than just nosey when it came to Harry Potter.

Step Two: Take a bus to the underground, and continue on to London. Harry was more than glad at this point of time that he had a few galleons exchanged for muggle pounds.

Step Three: Walk to parliament building. Getting a bit of a work out, but the end effect is definitely worth all the work.

Step Four: Beg office personnel, for directions to proper authorities for emancipation.

Step Five: Give enough of an explanation to get the hell out of Durskaban.

A few hours later found Harry walking into the Child Services Office, and eventually being seen by a woman who looked to be in her early thirties.

"Hello young man, my name is Diane Moore, how may I help you today?" she said carefully.

Harry blinked and responded with "I was looking into emancipation, and found that I had fulfilled the requirements to do so."

Diane nodded and replied "You do know that it can take up to months for an emancipation claim to go through the courts and all correct?"

Harry said, holding back a smirk, "Yes. However I can make a humanitarian claim and file for immediate emancipation if I am at least fifteen years of age, both birth parents are deceased and any godparents are deceased as well. I also have a sturdy income, as my parents have left me quite a large inheritance. I have a place I can live, and I attend a boarding school."

Diane looked flabbergasted for nearly a minute before snapping back to for and saying "Well then, you seem to have done your research." "Yes ma'am" Harry quickly injected. "Well just fill this out, and let me see your birth certificate to photocopy, and you should be able to come pick up your papers in a few days time."

Harry simply smirked and handed over his certificate. Easy.

The next few days were uneventful for Harry, besides running, he now started working out in his room every morning hoping to gain stamina if he ever hoped to be able to keep up with Voldemort.

Harry also began meditating, hoping it would help clear his mind, after all the crap he went through with Snape, he thought that maybe he would have learned a little more, then again, no one ever claimed Snape was a competent teacher.

He didn't really have any dreams since the Department to Mysteries, but he still woke up a few times with a headache.

Today was Friday, July the 6th, and Harry, was getting ready to drop the proverbial bomb on the wizarding world. Well I suppose that was a little dramatic, but anything was better than rereading every book in his trunk, since he had already done that twice since he had been in Durskaban. He had picked up his muggle emancipation papers yesterday, and was quite pleased with himself.

Stretching out more gracefully than average person, Harry stood up ready to do his morning routine. Changing into some baggy sweatpants and a short sleeve shirt he reached for the door knob, only to have it come straight off the door.

"Damn," he mumbled, "that's the second time this week." Throwing it onto his bed he managed to get the door open and go down for his run, which usually let his mind wander until he recited potion recipes, charms, transfiguration, and defense incantations, and their effects. Which would bring him to the topic of his OWL's, not that he was worried, if he didn't make the classes he needed he could always take them as an independent study (which was offered to sixth and seventh years) and take the NEWT's with everyone else in the end of his seventh year.

Harry has always been smarter than average, but having grown up with the Dursleys, where having higher marks than Duddykins was a big no-no, he tended to be a closet studier, like he read late at night when he couldn't sleep, which was pretty much all last year.

This year he promised to put more work into it. "I guess having a psycho evil wizard after you, and being destined to destroy him really motivates a guy." He mumbled.

After his shower, Harry dressed in his best casual robes and some jeans and a t-shirt underneath, he got ready to make an appearance at the Ministry.

Grabbing his wand and running his hand threw his hair, he put his invisibility cloak on and silently left the Dursleys pulling his trunk behind him. He decided not to tell them where he was going, hopefully their place would be over run with wizards by the end of the day, and if that wasn't enough punishment, well he would have to send them a care package or two. By muggle post of course, can't let them be too cautious of it. He could probably get the Weasley twins to corroborate with him on just what to send.

Walking, he made his way to the alley off of Magnolia Crescent and threw out is arm, wand in hand.

BANG! "Welcome to the Knight Bus, transportation for the stranded witch or wizard, I'm Stan Shu- why Ern, look who it is!" Harry raised his eyebrows a little.

Clearing his throat and looking away from Harry's unwavering stare, Stan cautiously said "Welcome aboard Neville!"

"Stan do you think you could do me a big favour?" Harry questioned him as they walked towards the back.

"Sure I can H….erm, Neville!" Stan replied excitedly.

"Would you mind shrinking my trunk for me if its not too much trouble?" Harry asked, hating that he couldn't do it himself with out getting arrested.

Stan nodded eagerly, and did as asked before asking Harry where it was he wished to go.

"Ministry of Magic, please" was all he said with a smirk.

"Thank you, Ms. Hopkirk." Harry replied standing from his seat.

"Please, call me Mafalda." Mafalda Hopkirk, Head of Improper Use of Magic (therefore Underage Magic Use as well), said a bit more comfortably now that she had gotten use to Harry's presence.

"Then you must call me Harry." He responded with a slight smile.

Harry had been in her office for the last half hour, and he had finally gotten the waiver, allowing him to perform magic outside of school, because his emancipation rights had carried over into the magical world.

"Again I would just like to thank you for all your hel-.." Harry said before being cut off by the door slamming open.

"Ahh, Minister, how kind of you to visit…" Harry said closing his eyes with a small smirk, not even turning around, just knowing by instinct that the illustrious Minister for Magic would show up eventually.

"Harry, m'boy!" Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic started, "What, I mean, may I ask what brings you to the Ministry today?" trying to be polite but Harry could here frustration and anger behind every word.

Turning around Harry opened his eyes and pinned Fudge with his gaze, causing the Minister to stiffen slightly.

"Why Minister, I only came to sort a few things out is all." Harry smiled coldly.

"And, what exactly, may I ask, is a 'few things'?" Fudge asked getting his courage back.

Harry just smiled quickly at Mafalda and replied "My waiver to do magic outside of school of course!"

"Why you! Just think you can walk in here…." Sputtered Fudge.

"Careful Minister." Harry warned, his eyes darkening.

Fudge just froze trying to look away from Harry's eyes. During which Harry started getting feelings and thoughts not his own. Coming to a conclusion of what just happened Harry said, "Perhaps Minister, we could step in to your office a moment?"

Fudge just nodded and quickly led the way to his office. Walking through the door, where he noticed two aurors stood guard outside, Harry quickly assessed the room and sat down in an overly decorated chair, not wondering where extra budget funds went to.

Quickly flick his wand, Harry put up a silencing charm . "Just a silencing charm. Now Minister," he started, "I have legal documentation from the muggle parliament giving me full adult rights, which according to magical law carries over to the magical world as well, since both my parents and godfather," he said bitterly remembering Fudge not believing in his innocence, causing the Minister to squirm, "are dead, gives me the right to legally file for emancipation." Harry finished staring the older man down.

"W-well yes b-but, your aunt and uncle-…" The older man started, beginning to sweat.

"Have absolutely no say." Harry interrupted narrowing his eyes.

"But… Dumbledore!" the Minister stated with triumph, only to have it quickly squashed.

"Is not my legal guardian or caregiver!" Harry said jumping up from his seat to tower over the Minister.

Quickly realizing that he had no choice but to let this happen, that and the magic pouring off the young man was frightening, he nodded quickly and said "O-of course Harry-.."

"Mr. Potter, or just Potter, Fudge. Or perhaps 'unbalanced' considering, that is what you called me all last year." Harry stated so coldly, Fudge swore the temperature in the room dropped.

Fudge could only look away, shaking slightly.

"Of course, the atrocities of your choices from the past few years does not end there, oh no, not even close. You do realize that you put an incompetent teacher in a school of children, and then she continued to use a class two dark arts object to torture, which she called detention, helpless students all last year, I have the scars for proof," Harry quickly took a breath to continue on as the Ministers eyes widened, "Oh what you didn't know?" Harry continued, then scoffed. "I also know of at least one other student, whom I am sure would testify. She also tried to use vertitaserum on me, an entire bottle, which would have caused me to go brain dead, then attempted to use the cruciatus on me in front of nearly a dozen students. Tell me, are you that confident in your popularity to stay in office long?" he finished.

Fudge merely stared in space for a moment before looking towards Harry looking as if he would be on his knees begging for mercy, if it were not for his pride.

"Please! What do you want? Anything, I-I will give whatever you want!" Fudge begged.

Harry wished Colin Creevey were here to take a picture, oh well, he could always get a pensieve. He just smiled coldly, causing Fudge to shiver, and give a slight whimper.

"You will give a waiver to the following Hogwarts students: Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Ginevra Weasley, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. Then you will give a public statement saying how you are sorry for not believing those who have spoken the truth the past year-…"

"But that will ruin me!" Fudge said, nearly hysterical.

Harry's eyes hardened and he spoke slowly in a deep, low voice not quite his, but still his "You. Will. Give. A. Statement. With. Those. Terms. Or you will have much more to fear than losing your job. Do you understand me?"

Harry even surprised himself a little, but he didn't let it show. "Now, I will however help keep you in office, by writing a letter to the Daily Prophet, but, and this is a big but, if you drag my name around pompously I will ruin you, meaning you can't bring me up to the press, but if someone questions you, just reply that we had worked our differences out and that is all, no further comments. Understand?"

Fudge only nodded, but he couldn't look him in the eye. "Now," Harry started, "I want you to make a wizards oath, that you will follow my terms. I may also come to you later on if I wish to discuss anything further with you."

Fudge quickly complied and Harry found himself walking through the atrium in the Ministry towards a fire place.

Throwing a pinch of floo powder into the fire, he said "Diagon Alley."

Eventually getting to Gringotts, with out being spotted, which Harry blamed his quite recent growth spurt, he walked in through the doors and went to a goblin that had no customers in his line.

Placing his key on the counter he stated firmly "I'm here to go over a will, I'm sure I'm expected."

The goblin took the key nodding and finally looking up his eyes slightly wider than normal. After a moment he cleared his throat, shifted slightly, and responded, "Yes, of course Mr. Potter please follow me."

Harry followed the goblin to a back office taking a quick look around, but he was interrupted by the goblin saying "Please wait here, Ragnok, will be here in a minute."

Harry looked at him and replied "Thank you." With a curt nod to the goblin, he took a seat in front of the ornate desk.

After repeating the directions to brewing the polyjuice potion, Harry finally heard the door opening to the office.

Standing up Harry looked towards the goblin who said "Hello Mr. Potter, it is nice to finally meet you. I am Ragnok, and I will be covering the wills, which include your inheritance."

Harry storing the plural form of wills away, shook Ragnok's hand replying "It is nice to meet you Ragnok, and please call me Harry."

Nodding Ragnok sat down behind his desk as Harry too took his seat.

Getting down to business, they went over Sirius' will, which said Harry got everything except for 100,000 galleons that went to Remus and a room in Grimmauld Place for him to have if he so wished to stay there.

There was a note left to Harry, which made him smile a little when he read it.

Harry,

Well, obviously I'm dead, so I guess that sucks.

I'm not one for sappy good byes, so I guess this will be quick, just know I love you like the son I never had, and that I am sure we will see each other again someday.

Enough of that, go spend your money now, maybe find a pretty lady or two, (wink, wink), and enjoy your life.

I know it seems you have had a pretty shitty start, but I know you will kick ol' Voldie's arse and do me and your parents proud.

We all love you Pronglet, never forget that there are people who care for you.

Sirius (Padfoot) Black

Soon Ragnok spoke up "Harry, since it has come to our attention you have all legal adult rights, your parents will has been opened. Besides the trust fund you have had for school, they left you everything for you."

He was handed some papers Harry quickly looked through them. They, like the Black's, had left him several properties, vaults, and investments in both the magical and muggle worlds. He would have to check out the vaults later on today.

Ragnok spoke up again, "If you don't mind me asking Harry, what is your position in this war, with whom do you put your allegiance to?"

Harry, reminded of the war and his resolution, looked up, eyes dark and hardened, he spoke in that same deep, strong voice, "Myself Ragnok, I do not follow, but I will ally with those opposed Voldemort."

Ragnok's eyes slightly widened before looking at Harry in awe, like he recognized something he had previously missed earlier, before snapping back and nodding.

Harry then asked, "And you Ragnok, with whom do you ally yourself with?"

Ragnok shook his head a little before responding "The goblins? Why would we need to ally ourselves? This is the wizards' war."

"You will soon find that Voldemort is recruiting allies, more like slaves/followers, other than wizards and witches this time. You will be proposed to join him, I only hope it doesn't come to that, because I fear I will not hold back on any of Voldemort's followers or those who ally with him." Harry responded.

Ragnok nodded, before replying "Insight, that must be taken to consideration. I will speak with the other elders of this."

After a long ride down into the tunnels under the bank, Harry and Ragnok finally came to a stop in front of a vault with the number 12 on it.

Placing the key in the slot, Ragnok turned it and pushed open the doors.

Stepping inside Harry took in the gold, weaponry, and entire shelves of books. Picking up a book and flipping through it quickly, Harry's eyes widened a little before he slammed it close and nodding curtly, before mumbling to himself "This will do."

End Chapter One