The year couldn't have ended any sooner for harry. At the end of year feast, he could barely contain the excitement for his trip to Gringotts. Hermione, noticing that unlike last year, where Harry seemed sad to be leaving, now it looked as if harry was about to bolt for the train tonight. "Harry," she said, "are you alright? You seem a little distracted."

"What? Oh, don't worry Hermione." Harry responded. "I'm just kinda happy this year is over. Ya know, it's been a rough year for us. I got shunned, you got petrified, I died, and worst of all, you were wrong about a teacher. I'm ready for next year. How about you?"

"Harry!" She said, swatting his arm. "I wasn't wrong, more; I was slightly off in my opinion."

"Whatever you say Hermione." He responded. "I'm just glad we made it through."

After the feast, as they were heading up to the dorms, Ron caught up to them. "Hey Harry, how's it going? The food at the feast was great this year, huh?" Trust that Ron could be the only person who could put his foot in his mouth that fast. 'Oh Ron, you know, I'm good. I died, but then I lived; and thanks for noticing, I wasn't sure how the food tasted, you ate it all.' Harry thought. He was unsure what to make of Ron. On one hand, Ron had been his first friend. But on the other, he was annoying at times, childish, argued with Hermione at every turn, and most importantly, actively kept harry from achieving.

"Hey, Harry?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, I'm fine Ron. Just a little tired from this past week."

"Ya cool. Anyway, you think we could fit in a couple of games of chess before we pack? I'm bored."

"Oh, um, I'm all, ya know, all packed up already. And I promised Hermione I would uh," and harry scrambled for the best excuse he could think of. "I'm going to the library with Hermione. Just some last minute questions about, um…" Hermione jumped in and saved him. "House Elves. Harry wants to know more about Dobby and I'm curious as well. We were just going to go do some light research, maybe 5-10 books. Each. Wanna help?"

Ron actually looked a little scared at the prospect. "Uh, no I'm ok. Thanks I'll just, uh, play myself." And with that he rushed into the dorms.

After everyone had entered, and they were the only two outside the common room, Hermione turned to Harry. "not that I mind, but why exactly did I cover for you?" Harry looked pained, but answered, "It's just that right now I'm kinda second guessing my friendship with Ron."

"Oh. Well, um, that's ok. You can go do whatever it is you were going to do." She said. Harry looked at her, noting a strange look in her eyes. "Actually," he began, "I do need to talk to you about something. It's not house elves, but the library seems as good a place as any to talk. Nobody in their right mind would go to the library the night before they leave. Except for maybe you."

Hermione chuckled, and said "harry, after two years of knowing me, I can't believe you think so little of me. If I had the time, I would go to the library the morning we leave." Harry cracked a smile at that. Come on, let's go to the library."

When they arrived, they noticed that the library doors were open, but Madam Pince was nowhere in sight. Settling down in a pair of comfy chairs, they both relaxed a little. "Harry, what did you need to discuss with me?" Hermione asked.

"Well, first I wanted to tell you that the reason I'm so excited to leave is that instead of going straight home to my relatives, professor McGonagall is escorting me to Gringotts. I'm going to both learn about my parents but also to look into moving away from my uncle. Hopefully, by this time tomorrow, I'll be living far away from the Dursleys."

"Oh, Harry, that's great!"

"I also wanted to ask you if you want to come over and visit me during the summer. I know it's a little presumptuous of me to assume that I will be getting my own place, but let's say I feel that the only person who actually wants me to go back to the Dursleys is Dumbledore. I don't know where it'll be, but either ill owl you the address, or someone can pick you up. We'll see."

"Oh Harry, I'd love to. In fact, we could get started on our summer assignments. Maybe we could get them done within the first two weeks. Snape only gave us three rolls of parchment on the potions from this year. That shouldn't take more than a day or two. And McGonagall gave us a roll on living to non-living transfiguration and vice-versa. And we could do Flitwick's work, that should be easy, its only-"

"OK, OK, I get it, we'll do our homework. That was part of the plan Hermione. Put we're also going to have fun. "

"Ok Harry."

Chuckling at his friend's eagerness, Harry said "Good night Hermione."

"Good night Harry."

The next morning found harry sitting in a compartment in the Hogwarts Express with Hermione and Ron. While he tried his best to stay calm, his excitement was obvious; Hermione picked up on it immediately. Ron, being Ron, was oblivious to his friend's exuberance and continued to try and talk Harry into a game of exploding snap. But Harry just couldn't help but think about it. In a few hours he would be free of the Dursleys.

"Harry mate, are you alright?" Ron asked him. "You look like you just woke up for a second Christmas."

"Oh, I'm fine Ron; I guess I just woke up on the right side of the bed today." Harry replied.

It was only a few hours later that the Express was pulling into King's Cross. Harry looked out the window to see professor McGonagall standing on the platform. He quickly retrieved his trunk and Hedwig's cage and walked over to meet her. "Hello Professor. Thank you for doing this for me."

"Mr. Potter, glad to see you are ready to go. We need to hurry. Professor Dumbledore may have forgotten, but I do have work to do."

"Oh, Sorry. You know, you don't need to escort me, I can find my own way." Harry said. McGonagall appeared to consider it, but said "No, Dumbledore asked me to do this, so I might as well. Plus, I only go out into the world when visiting muggleborn first years. Its rather nice to be able to leave that stuffy old castle." She said with a wink. Then, her stern face reappearing, she said "Come along Mr. Potter, I must escort you to Gringotts, and then back to your relatives house." The way she said relatives was all the explanation Harry needed to know how she felt about his aunt and uncle.

"Mr. Potter, have you ever apperated before?" she asked. "No." was Harry's response. McGonagall almost looked at him with pity. "Well, brace yourself. Grab my arm." And with that, they disappeared.

They appeared in front of the large, white building that served as the entry into the goblin-owned bank, Gringotts. Upon entering the building, Harry approached the nearest goblin teller and said "Excuse me?"

Without looking up, the goblin replied sharply, "What?"

"I would like to hear my parents wills." At this the goblin looked at the small human child that was staring up at him. Not defiant or arrogant like most wizards. The boy was staring at him with an odd mix of emotions. He could see both respect and fear in the boy's eyes, but the boy's body spoke of hope. Hope that the goblin could help him. "May I ask you name, young wizard?"

"Harry Potter." The goblin's eyes widened at that. He quickly scratched a note out to the director and sent it through a slot on his desk. "Please, Mr. Potter, come this way." He led Harry through a maze of hallways, until they reached a door that simply said 'director.' The teller knocked once, and a voice rang out. "Come in."

Harry walked through the doorway, and saw what could have been the oldest looking goblin he had ever seen. However, this was not a senile age. This was an age that spoke of countless battles and endless wisdom. Harry liked him immediately. "Please, Mr. Potter, Take a seat. I am Ragnok."

"Now, Mr. Potter, You have indicated that you would like to hear your parents' wills. That is correct?"

"Yes." Harry wondered what was going on. "Very well," said Ragnok, pulling out a large file. "Mr. Potter, before I read these wills there are two things we must do. First, I need you to take a blood test, to prove that you really are Harry Potter, last of the Potters."

He passed Harry a bowl and an ornate silver dagger. "All you have to do is prick your finger with the dagger, and let 3 drops fall into the bowl." Ragnok explained. Harry did so, and after the 3 drops were in the bowl, the wound healed itself. He passed the dagger and bowl back to Ragnok, who added a powder to it, and mixed the blood and it together. He then poured it onto a pristine white piece of parchment. Nothing happened for a moment, but then the stains turned into writing in some sort of runes that Harry couldn't understand but Ragnok seemed to. Ragnok waved his hand, and the parchment disappeared, and the he turned back to Harry. "Now for the second thing Mr. Potter; I have a question for you. Why didn't you come to the reading of your parents' wills on your 11th birthday?"

"What?" Was all Harry could say. "You were supposed to hear the wills of James and Lily Potter on the day of you 11th birthday, as stipulated by law. We sent you several owls, but you never responded." Ragnok looked annoyed, and even a little angry. "I'm sorry sir, but I didn't get any owls, not until I got my Hogwarts letter." Harry said.

"YOU WHAT?" Ragnok shouted. "ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT YOU DIDN'T GET GRINGOTTS CORRESPONDENCE?" Harry was taken aback. "I-I don't know sir, I guess so."

Ragnok quickly shouted something in a language unknown to Harry. Not but a minute later, an old goblin knocked on the door and was admitted in. He and Ragnok engaged in a short, but fast-paced conversation in the same language. Once they were finished, Ragnok turned back to Harry. "Mr. Potter, this is Slipblade, the Gringotts post-master. He has told me that the owls were sent, and came back without the mail, meaning that someone received it."

Harry felt miffed, it sounded like the director was accusing him of ignoring them. "Now, Mr. Potter, there are two possibilities: you are lying, or your magical guardian is withholding information from you."

"Wait, a magical what? Harry asked. Ragnok look confused. "You don't know who your magical guardian is? That is odd, headmaster Dumbledore should have told you by now. He is your magical guardian." Harry rolled his eyes. 'of course he is' Now things were starting to make sense.

"I'm sorry director Ragnok, if I was ignorant or belligerent. I am at the moment have some personal issues with the headmaster, and that has been transferred into our meeting. I strongly suspect that he has been withholding a lot of things from me. Hopefully we can be mutually beneficial towards each other. I'd like to start over. Hi, my name is Harry Potter, you can call me Harry."

Ragnok raised an eyebrow, but said "Nice to meet you Mr. Potter, I am Ragnok, Director of Gringotts, and leader of all goblins of the world."

Harry's jaw dropped. "Don't worry Harry, I am on your side here. Now that we have everything all taken care of, lets get to those wills."

Ragnok pulled two papers out of the folder. "Harry, the first of these is your parent's will, and the other is an account of your holdings." He held up the first sheet.

I James Charlus Potter, and I Lily Marie Potter,

Do hereby in full knowledge and free will state here out will to be enacted upon our deaths, and declare all others null and void.

To Sirius Orion Black, we leave no monies, for he has the black estate to draw upon, assuming he hasn't spent it all on pleasurable company. We do however, leave him with his solemn oath as Harry's godfather, and implore him to both guide him, and teach him the ways of the Marauders. We also leave him control of the Potter items vault, until Harry is 11. And finally, we give him priority guardianship of Harry. Raise our son well Padfoot.

To Remus John Lupin, We leave 100,000 Galleons in the hope that he will use it to build himself a better life. You've struggled so much Moony; there is no need to any more. We also request that he assists Sirius Black in raising Harry, and give him guardianship should Sirius be unable to complete that action.

To Peter Perfuga Pettigrew, We leave nothing. If we have died, than it is peter who has betrayed us. The only request is a cell in Azkaban.

Finally, To Harry James Potter, our son, we leave the rest of the potter holdings and all properties, including a manor in wales, a cottage in Suffolk, and a house in Surry. We also request that he goes down into the potter main vault immediately after hearing this, and retrieve the letter for him. It is in a chest that only those of Potter blood can open. It is also our wish for Harry to be emancipated upon his 11th birthday, or if this reading falls after, at the earliest convenience. We love you Harry. Don't ever forget that.

Love,

Lily and James.

Ragnok looked up to see tears running down the face of the boy in question. He gave the boy a few minutes to contain himself, before passing him the sheet containing the Potter account information

Account of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter

Monies vault: 1,836,965,304 Galleons, 3,425,378 Sickles, and 9,728,509,371 knuts

Items vault: Armors, jewels, paintings, family artifacts, and personal momentous of the potter family.

Liquid assets:

-Daily Prophet, 51%

-Leaky Cauldron, 25%

-All hogsmeade businesses, 50%

-Hogwarts castle & Grounds, 25% (Godric Gryffindor)

Properties:

-Potter Manor

-Godric's Cottage

-#4 Privet Drive (Dursley family)

Harry was beyond astounded. He could even think. All he could say was "I-I guess we should go and get that letter huh?"

Aftrer retrieving the letter, Ragnok said "Harry, Your parents wanted you to be emancipated, giving you full rights as an adult in the wizarding world, including doing magic outside of school. Do you want to do this?"

"Well, my parents thought it was a good idea, so sure."

"OK, just sign here, and put a drop of blood here." Ragnok said, handing him a sheet of paper, a quill, and the silver dagger. Once that had been completed, he said, "Congratulations Harry."

"Thank you Ragnok. I have a couple of questions about the will. Do you think you could answer them?"

"Sure harry. Ask away." He replied. "Who is Sirius Black? If I was supposed to live with him, how did I end up in my aunt's house? And why hasn't he ever contacted me?"

"Ah, Harry, Sirius Black was arrested for betraying you parents to Voldemort. Although, given what is written in the will, we may have to look into the matter." He glanced at Harry. "I'm sure the ministry would be happy to assist the boy who lived with anything he needed, especially if it pertained to his family." He said with a wink.

Harry smiled, "Ill get busy then. One last thing." Ragnok looked curiously at him. "What could it be?"

"The only reason I am here today is because I managed to convince the headmaster that I wanted the goblins to act as a neutral 3rd party. You see, the headmaster is determined to see me returned to my relatives, where as I would rather not. I would appreciate it if you could make a ruling."

"Well Harry, why don't you tell me about you relatives, and why you don't want to return to their care."

Harry took a deep breath. "Well, there is the problem. They don't care for me. Until I was five, I thought my name was freak, because that's all they called me. It wasn't until school that I learned my name was Harry. And I still didn't learn about magic until I was 11. They kept me in a cupboard, and made my do all the cooking, cleaning, and yard work, while my fat cousin did nothing. If I messed something up, they beat me, and withheld food. And this past summer, they put bars on my windows, as they had recently moved me into Dudley's second bedroom, and locks and a cat-flap on the door. So you see, I don't feel any love or attachment to that place."

Ragnok didn't look angry, or upset or horrified, no, he was beyond furious. Goblins may have been a race of warriors, and they may have been violet and mean, but to a goblin, there was nothing worse and child abuse. "Mr. Potter, you WILL NOT be returning to that place, ever. As a matter of fact, the Dursleys are living in a home that you just so happen to own. I would recommend that you have them removed. We, the goblins, could of course offer them housing and work in the same mines deep underground that we coincidently also use to punish the worst criminals."

"I think that would be Ok. But I still wouldn't want to live there. Is there a way to move into my families old home?"

"Actually, that was what I was about to offer. If you were to take up the mantle of Head of House Potter the Head of House Ring would serve as a portkey to Potter manor. You could move in there."

"OK. How would I do that?" Ragnok pulled out a wooden box, and passed it to Harry. "You can only open that if you are the Heir to the House Potter. Well, go on open it."

Harry opened the box, and nestled inside of red velvet was a beautiful golden ring, with a large ruby set in the middle. On the ruby was engraved a large 'P' and on either side, and phoenix and a griffon sat facing each other, two wands crossed between them. Harry took the ring out of the box, and marveled at it.

"Go on. Put it on. If it accepts you as Head of House Potter, it will resize to fit you. If not, well, let's not think about that." Harry glared at Ragnok, but slipped the ring onto his finger. Almost immediately, the ring shook, and shrunk to fit his small finger.

"Congratulations, Lord Potter. I hope that today was a success for you. I will get some people on the Dursley situation a soon as I can. The words to go to Potter Manor are: 'Home to the Nest.'" Harry looked at Ragnok, stood, and bowed. "Thank you, Director Ragnok, for you Time and Assistance today. If there is anything I can do, do not hesitate to send for me."

"I will do that Lord Potter. Good Day."

"Good Day, Director." And with that, Harry said, "Home to the Nest," and disappeared in a swirl of colors.

A/N: Sorry this is late guys, school is a pain, i hate everything, blah, blah

gringotts is done, know onward to potter manor, and the summer. meeting with dumbles, hermione, and maybe sirius.

review, suggestions, flames, gimmie gimmie.

the numbers of the potter monies vault are random. i closed my eyes and hit numbers.

hoping to update by friday?

Thanks for reading

(bonus points to those who can tell me what i did to peters name)