everyone who does not really care about the HP world can start the fic at chapter 3. I will rewrite the first two chapters at some point. For now, they are not really what I want them to be.

Chapter 1. After the Battle of Hogwarts

After the Battle of Hogwarts, the wizarding world elevated Harry Potter to hero status and almost worshipped him. Even his friends wanted him to take on a position as minister of magic. Harry himself only wanted peace and quiet. After a violent argument with his best friends, he decided he needed to go. So he left Britain to go traveling. He met many new people and learned a lot about different subjects and cultures. Some magical and some mundane. He stayed with a Guinean tribe, where he learned a lot about ambient magic, for almost ten years before moving on. Early on the savior of the wizarding world realized that he did not age.

And after a bad fall of a big tree that broke his neck, it was clear he that could not die either. It hurt like hell but his bones simply rearranged themselves and mended back together with a pop. He returned to Britain almost 23 years later. Mainly to check on his Gringotts account and see some of his old friends. Harry did not keep up with the British magical community while on his travels. He did not send or receive any letters while he was gone. Nor did he bother to read any newspapers.

With a plop, a 20-year-old looking Harry Potter appeared near the Leaking Cauldron in an empty side street. Harry's hair was longer and bound to a tail. On his forehead, visible was the lightning scar. His face looked different though. Strong cheek lines and a well kept short black beard. And most of all he did not wear glasses. His eyes had changed the most. When they had been a strong emerald-like green in his youth, they now were not a single colour anymore. Twirling like a pool of silver and black with green and golden stars shining in between. It was mesmerizing. Yet it was only visible for the shortest of moments. Before they settled to very dark green.

Harry wore a simple black Shirt and a coat made of black wool. It was raining and he entered the leaky cauldron swiftly. The Pub was dimly lit and only a few people were sitting huddled together in a corner. Obviously drunk. Behind the Bar stood Tom. Looking almost the same as 20 years ago, scrubbing a dirty glass. Harry made his way to the counter.

"Hey Tom, Long time since we' ve seen last. I need a room for a few days."

Tom the barkeeper stopped scrubbing his glass and looked into Harrys eyes. From there, his gaze wandered to his lightning bolt scar. His eyes immediately became as big as saucer plates and he started to stammer.

"Mm.. Mmmister Potter, I mean Lord Potter. It would be an honor to house you on your return of course. The best room I have"

Harry almost snorted out loud and had to suppress a sigh

"Thank you, Tom. I would be pleased if we could keep this quiet for now. And Mister Potter is enough"

Harry took the offered key and made his way up the staircase to his room.

Upon entering he took a small item from a ring and enlarged it. It was a simple looking suitcase with 9 intricate locks and no adornments. It was obviously made of some expensive leather. Harry bent down and pressed his right thumb on the first of the locks and spoke a quiet word in parseltongue

Open.

The suitcase clicked a few times and sprang open.

Harry rummaged through the suitcase compartment

"It must be here somewhere. I know I threw it in here"

after a few socks had flown through the room he pulled an old looking iron key out of the suitcase triumphantly holding it in the air and exclaiming.

"Ha there you are"

After a brief repacking of his belongings, Harry wandlessly shrunk his suitcase and summoned and stuck it back on a simple silver ring adorning one of his fingers. For a short moment, he marveled at his powers. His magic core and his skills had increased considerably in the time he had spent with the tribe. While he always carried his phoenix core wand on a hidden holster. He rarely used it.

His only stop needed for now was Gringotts. Harry walked through Diagon Alley with his hairs open, so they hid his scar. No one recognized him. The people made their purchases quickly and then seemed to leave. Not staying around to talk or mingle. The prevalent mood was depressive.

The white marble walls of Gringotts were the same as he remembered. 2 Fully armored Goblins guarding the polished steps leading up to the Grand Entrance.

Harry thought they gave him a nod when he entered. But it was so inconspicuous that he was not sure.

Quickly making his way to one of the tellers Harry respectfully said.

"I wish to speak to my account manager. I have my key here"

The goblin behind the ornamented counter was weighing glittering gems and scribbling down some notes on parchment. He did not answer nor showed he any signs to have heard the wizard at all.

Harry mentally cursed but straightened his back and repeated in iron like voice.

"I am Lord Harry Potter-Black. And I wish to see my account manager. Now"

Harry also imbued his voice with a bit of his magic and let the abyss in his eyes shine clear.

The goblin behind the counter immediately straightened and stared captivated into Harrys eyes.

Although he was apparently a very young goblin, who must have made his way through the ranks quickly, he showed signs of recognition on his face. He must have seen his face on posters and book covers. God knows there had been an abundance of both when he had left.

Harry pulled back his magic and stopped the glowing of his eyes.

The goblin broke the stare and answered.

"Lord Potter. I will inform Griphook your account manager of your presence."

After the declaration, he made his way quickly to a small door in the back of the hall. Only a minute later he returned with an older goblin in tow.

Harry recognized Griphook from his previous trips to his vaults. He had come here for a short visit before going traveling.

Griphook opened a small side door next to the counter and stood opposite to Harry.

He grinned a savage smile and spoke

"Welcome back. Lord Potter-Black. If you would hand me your key and follow me. We can discuss your account details."

Griphook extended one of his green clawed hands with an open palm.

Harry gave Griphook the key and followed him when he turned around and started walking into the bowels of the bank. A short time after they came to a heavy wooden door and entered into a grand office. Besides a very big mahagoni desk, there were only a few goblin oddities lining the wall and a big shield with crossed swords adorning the wall behind the desk.

Griphook gestured for Harry to take a seat in the chair in front of the desk. He himself took place behind the large table and asked

"Lord Potter-Black how can I help you now?"

Harry reclined in the chair. It was pretty uncomfortable he noted.

"I would like to check the financial reports of my assets and investments since the last time I visited."

The goblin nodded and turned around to open a safe behind the shield. He took a small black bowl and a big leathery ledger out and put them before him on the desk.

"Before we go over the details I will have to make a short blood test. To make sure Gringotts does not let a fraud wander it' s halls"

The Goblin did not speak the words in malice but the warning was clear.

Harry answered "I understand. I hope you don't mind me using my own knife. And of course, I will destroy the blood afterward."

With a flick of his wrist Harry summoned a knife he hid in his boots and enlarged it. Griphook did not bat an eyelash at the stunning display of magic.

"Of course not Lord Potter. A few drops of blood will suffice to prove your identity. As you know the bowl will kill any imposter" The Goblin answered with a slight smile and pushed the bowl to Harry's side of the desk.

The bowl was old. It was made of a special kind of stone Harry did not recognize. There were not many adornments on the bowl, except for a few runes unknown to Harry, and the triangle with the crossed circle on the bottom. The sign of the Deathly Hallows.

This was not the first time Harry took the test. He nicked his thumb with the blade and spilled a few drops of his blood in the bowl. For a moment the blood stood still. After a few seconds the blood started coating fast, and soon became gelatine like mass which wobbled in the bowl before it was absorbed with a sucking sound into the stone.

Harry could feel the magical connection that the bowl formed to truly see him. It was a masterful work of magic, an almost sentient like feeling came from it while feeling the connection. His blood thrummed with magic and he could feel the power rippling under his skin itching to break free.

Griphook marveled at the power displayed in front of him. Shortly after the blood was given, the bowl started to glow an ominous grey shade followed closely by Lord Potter who let all barriers fall and let the ominous magic flow through him freely. His eyes looked like a deep pit the world would sink into. Swirling black and silver mist with golden glowing twinkles. It was like looking at the cloudless night sky. A grey-green aura surrounded Potter. All together made for an impressive, even intimidating display the goblin had to admit silently

It was over as fast as it came. The bowl recognized him as Lord Potter and in extension as Lord Black. The Black family spell was added to the Potter bowl in the past. Griphook took the bowl and stowed it away in his safe.

One hour later Harry was leaving Gringotts a happy man. At least money wise. While he was not big on spending money at all, it was nice to know he did not let a fool manage it. Harry was by far not the richest man in the world, these places were taken by fresh young mundane billionaires, yet he was still very wealthy.

Probably the richest wizard in Britain. While the Potters had been wealthy, most of his galleons and investments came from the Black family. When he became eighteen Gringotts asked him to confirm his ownership of the Peverell Vault. Vault Number 002. Upon confirmation, Harry visited the Peverell vault. It was in the deepest bowels of Gringotts, built even before the bank itself, and safely hidden behind multiple traps and even a few dragons.

The track ended at the beginning of a cave entrance. The vault doors were massive. At least 8 meters high and 4 meters wide the doors were made of the same stone as the bowl.

Guarding the entrance was a giant statue of a hooded man wearing a cloak and holding a long scythe. Harry supposed it was built as a warning. The content of the Vault was disappointing, to say the least. The vault itself was large and echoing. At least twice the Great Hall of Hogwarts. And yet the only thing in the vault was an archway in the center of the room on a raised stone dais.

It immediately reminded Harry of the veil in the Department of Mysteries. It was bigger though. At about 4 m height and almost the same width, it was formed like a rainbow. Other than the ministry one, this one was made out of some kind of white wood. Yet the coldness that could be felt near it and the whispering smoke like fog were the same.

Harry had never been back there afterward until today. He had ordered to transfer over ten million pounds to mundane banks. The rest of his monetary Wealth, about 64 million galleons he had transferred from the Black and Potter Vaults to the Peverell Vault. Including all the numerous artifacts, weapons, armors, trinkets, and books.

The Black and Potter Vault were both empty now. He did not trust the Ministry to not try to confiscate his money. No one except him and the Goblins knew about his Peverell ownership or even the Vault itself. So the content should be safe. The goblins would never abandon Gringotts.

Harry was on his way back just passing a barred and closed Fortesque Ice Salon when he suddenly heard multiple pops around him and saw ministry Aurors appearing and encircling him.

There were 12 of them in total and they all had their wands out and pointed at him. Harry sighed and internally cursed for binding back his hair before leaving the bank. While he was not intimidated, this had the potential to get ugly fast. He did not need the Attention this would surely draw. Harry decided to wait before using one of his tricks to simply vanish.

While all the Aurors were dressed in the same dark blue Robes with the Auror Badges on their chest. One of them had white markers on his shoulders. He had pale brown hair and a stubby nose. He was about the same height as Harry He stepped forward and addressed Harry, while still holding his wand pointed at him.

"Mister Potter in the Name of Minister Umbridge you are hereby arrested and charged with treason, magical terrorism, and omitting your assistance while magical Britain was in an all-encompassing crisis. We have orders to bring you directly to Azkaban. Where your trial and following execution will be held."

The man tried to give a strong impression, but his voice cracked slightly during his little speech.

The stubby nosed auror had little drops of sweet on his forehead and his colleagues were shuffling quietly.

Harry had been warned by the goblins that many things had changed and the ministry was as evil as it could get. Yet he had not expected them to react so fast. He had his arms spread wide and answered calmly

"I will not be detained. Not by you nor anyone else. Let this be my only warning. I will not stay for long in Britain. Leave me alone and we won't have any problems"

He did not expect an intelligent answer and was not surprised when two of the Aurors cried "Stupefy" and red bolts snapped in his direction. One of the things Harry had started to learn was feeling the fabric of magic around him. With enough concentration, he could feel the ambient magic that was inhabiting every living being, even plants. When he concentrated hard enough he could bend the magic around him to his will. He did not use any Spells or even any incarnation at all.

He simply bent the magic with his willpower and augmented it with his own. While he was already able to do many complex feats of magic with this skill in complete silence and meditation, it was a lot harder in a real fight.

He had overestimated his abilities and was barely able to bend the spells enough to curve around him and hit two unprepared comrades of the attacker. Harry quickly spun on the spot and ignored the anti apparation ward that was up above the Alley.

"Heed my warning and leave me alone"

With a massive bang that left a small shockwave traveling through the alley Harry vanished.