A/N:You might belong in Hufflepuff or in the Snakes Lair, you might belong to Ravenclaw or the Lion's den and yet you might belong where none have gone before. Super!Harry Grey!Harry.

"It's the journey that counts."

CHAPTER ONE

Harry Potter never did feel welcome at Privet Drive, not to the neighbors nor the children, not even his own flesh and blood family, the Dursleys, and so when the strange sealed letter arrived time after time addressed to him, he knew there was much more to his life than cooking for the Dursleys and living in his small old cupboard.

This was all confirmed when the great giant of a man, Hagrid was what he had told Harry, and he told him of things that he had never known before. A life for him hidden behind the curtains and he knew that he was going to grab this chance by the scruff of the neck. So he agreed to leave with Hagrid. To leave and to join this hidden world, to join the world of witches and wizards, to join the world of magic.

This is where our story starts. In the streets of London in which a young raven haired boy is being led towards a pub 'The Leaky Cauldron'.

"This 'ere's the pub 'arry, it's the gateway to the wizarding worl' ye see!" beamed Hagrid to Harry. Hagrid lead Harry through the pub saying a gruff hello to the barkeep 'Tom'. There was barely anyone in the pub. Hagrid seemed surprised.

"So 'arry, I've been advised ta leave ya ta find yer own way, li'erally ye jes walk around Diagon Alley and whenever ye see a shop mentioned in yer list, ye jes enter and ask for the firs' year 'ogwarts supply's oh an' I'll be waitin' for ye in this 'ere pub, I'll jes open the way to Diagon Alley for ye, yeh'll see it in jes a minute…" He said to Harry while tapping a brick wall they had both approached with the same pink umbrella he had used to give Dudley a pig's tail, Harry wondered if that was what all wands looked like. But his thoughts were cut short as the bricks in the wall started to reform and move to create an opening and behind it Harry saw the greatest thing he'd seen in all his life and he couldn't help but let his mouth fall open.

"Well look 'ere 'arry, 'ere's yer key" He grunted as he dug out a small bronze key out of his pocket. "It'll let ye into yer vault at Gringotts which is the firs' place ye should go, off with yer 'arry, ye don' wan' an adul' crampin' yer style for yer firs' time in Diagon Alley." He chuckled in an amused but friendly tone and Harry couldn't help but quickly say bye and rush into Diagon Alley.

Harry wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, "Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they're mad..."

A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium - Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys of about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. "Look," Harry heard one of them say, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand - fastest ever -" There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon.*1

At the head of all this madness which made Harry want to run into every shop was a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. It was slightly tilted and held a large engraving of the word Gringotts in the top of the building, below it was writing Harry couldn't quite make out from this distance. He wondered about his eyesight and whether there was any sort of magic that would help him sort out his visual problems.

As Harry began to come closer to the snowy white building he noticed two things the first was the smaller writing underneath the word Gringotts and that was...

Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.

Harry realised it was a warning to thieves but he didn't have much time to think on it as the second thing he seemed to notice almost made him drop cold. It was, for lack of a better word, non-human. To Harry it looked like what he'd imagined Goblins would look like if they were real, but it just so happened that they were. The Goblin was about a head shorter than Harry; he had a swarthy clever face, and a long-no- extremely long nose. Completely black eyes and a sharp frown seemingly painted on to his face. He also happened to have extremely long fingers. Two of these Goblins stood outside the Gringotts gates each clad in a uniform of scarlet and gold. It was more like armour rather than a uniform.

As Harry approached to push the door open he found that the Goblins bowed to him, unusual, he thought. Bowing to someone only happened if you had gained their respect, Harry had only just come to this world, surely he hadn't made a good impression on them so early. But when they came back up from their low bows he noticed that they did not for a second look at him with respect. Rather hate. Harry was used to hate, but these Goblins hadn't even met him. Would he be just as hated here as he was at the Dursleys, he sure hoped not.

He pushed open the doors wanting to get away from the looks of hate but it seemed he'd just come out of the frying pan and into the fire, there were hundreds, hundreds of these small Goblins, most behind an ornate desk curving around the whole room, which was massive. Some were rushing to and fro through the room fetching keys, leading witches and wizards. Harry quickly got into a queue to enter his vault, there was only one man in front of him, he was wearing dark green robes, and they looked extremely strange to Harry, why would someone willingly wear a robe. He hoped it wasn't compulsory to wear them as he really did not like them, well at least for now.

Harry couldn't help but overhear the green clad man talking to the Goblin with extremely harsh words, almost lowering the Goblin beneath him, treating him like the Dursleys had treated Harry. Now thinking about it he seemed to notice many other people treating the Goblins in a simply deplorable manner. He could take a guess that the Goblins had such hate in their eyes because of this harsh treatment. He caught the name Parkinson from the man ahead of him and then the man was lead away, by one of the Goblins running about in the room.

Harry stepped forward, because of his miniscule size he was unable to look over the desk but the Goblin leaned forward and looked down at him with a clear sense of anger and preparedness for bad treatment. Harry decided he'd rather have some friends not enemies, even if they were Goblins.

"Name" Droned the Goblin, almost like a statement rather than a question.
"My name is Harry Potter, thank you. I was wondering if I could enter my vault, I have the key with me here."
The Goblin seemed a little shocked and Harry had no idea that it could be for anything other than the kind treatment and so he smiled back. It wasn't welcomed as the Goblin almost sneered at him.
"Welcome back to the Wizarding world Mr. Potter, your name is one known to many." Harry was confused, the Goblin knew him, and his name was known to many. What did that mean?
"GRIPHOOK!" Shouted out the Goblin, shocking Harry out of his thoughts. Another Goblin came running along and held his hand out for a key, Harry opened his hand in which the key was clasped, he noticed that it was extremely sweaty and he quickly wiped it on his clothes, and then handed the Goblin, Griphook, the key.
"Take Mr. Potter to his vault." Ordered the other Goblin.

Griphook lead Harry through a door into a dark cave and in that cave a few feet ahead was a cart, like a mining cart, and also like a roller coaster. Griphook walked towards it and a lamp that was once with no light suddenly flamed up with light. Harry was shocked, was that magic, he was sure you needed a wand for magic. It was in the list.

"I thought you needed a wand for magic, Mr. Griphook." Harry inquired innocently but it was met with a sneer...
"Goblins do not share the same kind of magic as Wizards, Mr. Potter." He almost spat and he quickly jumped into the cart expecting Harry to jump in after him, which he did, Harry was about to ask another question, were it not for the sudden jolt of the cart and suddenly the cart was moving. Fast. In fact Harry thought it was more of a rollercoaster than anything else. For a few minutes it ventured deeper into the cavern. And then it stopped, just as Harry was starting to enjoy it. Griphook quickly climbed out of the cart seemingly unfazed compared to Harry who was extremely dizzy. Harry jumped out after him just as Griphook opened a great large door, probably to his vault. Harry would have appreciated the ornate carvings on the door but he was simply too dizzy to see them until a blinding light of Gold came out of the vault. In Harry's stupor he couldn't make what the blinding light was but after a few seconds he made it out to be Gold coins, lots and lots of Gold coins.

"This is mine?" Questioned Harry
"Every last Galleon." Replied Griphook

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AN: J Next chapter will probably be up in a week. Drop a review as it'd be great. Thanks for reading.

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