Having an edict memory wasn't abnormal by any means, but having magic made Harry's memory even more impressive. He was six at the time headed toward seven from what the orphanage could tell. He had one memory of a birthday party, but he couldn't make sense of what month it was or what happened after. There were other things in his memory that didn't make sense; sadly though he knew no one that could help him make sense of them. At a young age, around perhaps fifteen months or so, he'd been dropped at people they said were his realtives. He'd remained with the Dursleys for around 140 days based on the fact that he arrived during what he figured was Halloween (he'd made this assumption based on the memory of being dressed up shortly before he'd arrived). His memories showed a lady with red hair and green eyes along with a man that had dark black hair and glasses. On the day that he had been dropped at the Dursleys, both of them had been killed by... Just then there was a knock at the door and he waved his hand sending a toy train and the tracks under his bed. For all of his intelligence he was still a kid...and he had no one to protect him.

Opal had been looking for her young master for a long time; ever since that horrible Halloween and what had happened. Sirius had been sent to Azkaban at first and had barely gotten out; now both she and Sirius spent their time trying to find Harry. She had one small advantage, she had been binded to Harry at birth. All it would take would be a strong burst of accidental magic and she would be able to find where he was.

The door opened and Mrs. Staunton entered with a scowl on her face and a paddle in hand.

"Is there a particular reason that you're in here instead of with the other children like you're supposed to be?" Mrs. Staunton questioned and Harry knew he was in for it.

"I was told I could go ahead and go to bed." Harry explained. He knew he shouldn't have listened, but he trusted the person that told him he could.

"Oh I know what you were told, however Rupert seems to agree that he only let you go because you were whinning about being sick. Obviously though you're perfectly fine. I think that I've put up with you long enough." Mrs. Staunton growled and jerked Harry from the room.

As he left his room he caught Rupert's face; he looked apologetic but at the same time he also looked relieved. That's when it hit Harry, Rupert had protected himself first even though he considered Harry a friend.

About thirty minutes later found Harry lying outside in the cold with tears streaming down his face. Even though he had magic he hadn't been able to stop it until it was almost over. He wasn't even completely sure what happened, but he figured it was his magic protecting him somehow (most likely accidental magic; he'd read about it in a book he had but it hadn't went into detail). Mrs. Staunton had stopped in mid hit, her hands had slammed against her sides, and she'd fallen backwards. Thankfully she was still alive and he hadn't become a murder, but it was times like this when he wanted his family back. He felt his eyes growing heavy and as hard as he fought it he felt himself giving over to the need to sleep.

As she popped into the clearing her heart stopped. A little boy that looked no older than perhaps three or four was curled in up in a fetal position and he was bleeding. As she got closer she felt lightheaded; without a doubt in her mind this was her Harry. She had felt a pull and followed, but she never really thought she would find him. There was no denying it though, he looked so much like his Dad with his Mom's eyes. She gently picked him up and in a moment she was gone. With any luck she would have him back where he belonged in no more than an hour.

Roarke was sitting in his office when a goblin came running in that a house elf had just popped into the bank demanding to talk to him. Roarke's eyes widened a fraction before he gave the order to have the elf escorted to him. There was only one house elf he could think of that would request a meeting with him and he hadn't spoken to that family in around five years. Before he had more time to think on it though the goblin was back and ushering a house elf in that was holding a little boy.

"Thank-you; that will be all. I'll call if I need any help or assistance with this." Roarke informed the younger goblin who nodded before taking off. As he turned he noticed the elf had already seated herself and had the little boy resting beside her.

"How may I help you?" Roarke inquired looking for some clue that she belonged to the family he thought.

"My name is Opal and I came to you because you're the only one in Gringotts that I can trust to be confidential with this. I believe that this little boy was kidnapped a little over five years ago and from a family that you work with often. I don't want to prematurely assume that's who he is, but regardless he needs to be healed. I found him at a muggle orphanage and he's been beaten. It looks like the abuse has happened ever since he was taken on Halloween night 1981." Opal elaborated making sure that Roarke understood who she believed the little boy to be without her actually saying it.

If anyone found out who he might be before she could get him to safety there would be a full on war.

"I will help you and if this is who you think it is I can offer protection from who was expected of taking him. I owe this little boy's Dad a lot as you well know and I have yet to fulfill my duties since that night." Roarke admitted and Opal nodded before turning to lift the little boy.

"In that case I think it would be a good idea to take him to the hospital wing within Gringotts. Though I must insist only the most trusted healer be allowed to see him." Opal insisted knowing she was treading on possibe thin ice. That didn't matter though, she had been intrusted with Harry's care and she would not fail again.

"My wife is a healer; we can take him to my personal quarters and she can care for him there." Roarke decided and Opal nodded following him out.

Sirius was sipping on a cup of hot coffee when the owl flew in. As he realized who the owl was from he almost dropped his cup; the seal on the front was Opal's personal one and it had one message...Harry had been found.