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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to the series.

This the first thing I've written in quite a while, so forgive me if it's a bit rough. I have plans all the way through to the end of the second wizarding war so as long as there is interest i'll keep writing, I have about four chapters written already. Some notes on my plans for this story, it won't be a complete retelling at least not in the beginning, I plan on making it through the first two books quite quickly, as this is a Hinny/Soulbound series I obviously want to get to those parts soon. I'll mainly use the first two books to point out differences in the characters and major plot lines, one more slight change first years start at 14, mainly so it'll be easier for me to write the romantic stuff I want. Also the beginning has some hints of child abuse so be warned, but all in all this should be a rather fluffy Hinny story. One last note if anyone would like to become an editor on this series hit me up i'm awful with grammar and conversations so any help or advice will be appreciated! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Daydreams of a world of peace and magic were his one safe place where he could ignore the hunger pains, where the throbbing of the lashings was dulled to a ignorable level and the bruises faded to a point where if he tried he could pretend they weren't there. In this magic place he was never cold when he was huddled under his thread bear sheets because a beautiful redheads warm smiles warmed him from the inside out. Harry knew that being 13 he was too old to be having daydreams about magic but he couldn't help himself it was one of the few things that kept him sane when his "family" was being especially cruel to him. On top of that "magic" was the only thing that could describe some of the crazy things that happened around him.

He winced as he shifted his position in his cupboard and bumped the freshest set of bruises he had just earned a few moments ago from his uncle and his new favorite educational tool, the baseball bat. Uncle Vernon had bought it for Dudley years ago, but the whale had never bothered to use after he got winded swinging it twice in the backyard. Harry was reasonably certain that the bruises in his upper arm went all the way to the bone and that a few of his ribs were bruised if not cracked based on how hard it was for him to breath and not to even mention his assumedly sprained right wrist.

He wasn't sure how the joystick on Dudley's newest gaming system had turned into a snake after he had knocked harry over hitting his head on the counter in his haste to get to the living room. But it had and scared the hell out of Dudley and the rest of the Dursleys, to the point that his aunt looked at Harry with a look of complete disgust and ran screaming away from him to protect her Dudders. That was when uncle Vernon had retrieved the bat and proceed to beat the "freak" out of Harry as best as he could. Once he was satisfied with the beating he had delivered he had dragged harry to the cupboard by the wrist twisting it sharply as he threw the small boy in and proceeded to lock all 5 of the locks yelling about how he wouldn't be getting food for the next 2 days.

Harry carefully shifted carefully and closed his eyes trying to ignore the pain and breathe as deep as he could to get to his safe magic place in his head. It was probably something similar to a trance or mediation that the monks used that he had learned about in school. Two days later when he was allowed to leave his room for more than a bathroom break twice a day he was rudely woken up when his aunt wrenched his down open.

"Get to the kitchen now boy and start making breakfast, we're tired off you slacking off around here and not earning you keep."

"Yes ma'am" his voice cracked from the dehydration and lack of use.

Careful to keep his eyes down he stumbled out of the cupboard as fast as he could. He made breakfast as quickly as possible and ensured he didn't burn any, once it was finished and placed on the table he quickly snuck two pieces of toast and scarfed the two big glasses of water not know when he would get the chance next. After he heard the family sit down and begin to eat their food Harry stood in the corner of the room waiting for them to finish so he could clean their dishes.

When the letter box clattered with the sound of the arriving mail Harry made his way quickly to the front door in order to ensure that he retrieved the mail before his Uncle could have any reason to start the morning off with a beating. While walking back to the kitchen Harry noticed one of the letters seemed a different from the others when he looks more closely at it he realizes that it's addressed to him!

Mr. H Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4. Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

"Here is the mail, sir." He slowly placed the letters on the table next to Uncle Vernon and slowly backed up to the corner to begin to open his own letter.

"Harry has a letter, dad! Dad! Harry is opening a letter!" Dudley yells and moves faster than Harry has ever seen him move to take the letter away from him and gives it to his father.

"Who would waste their time writing to a worthless boy like you?" Uncle Vernon sneered.

His sneer vanished quickly when he looked closely at the letter and he turned a ghastly white when he looked at the seal on the back. "Dudly why don't you go play your game me and you mother need to talk, and you boy go clean the bathroom Now!" Harry knew from experience that it would best for his health if he made himself scarce and quick so he did as he was told. Later when he was finished cleaning the bathroom and was walking back to his cupboard he passed uncle Vernon mumbling to himself while he was screwing a board over the mail slot "not in my house…. No freaky stuff in my house…. None of this "MAGIC" here!"

Over the next few days more and more of the strange letters kept coming for Harry in the strangest of ways until finally Uncle Vernon snapped and took them to a small house on the coast far from everything. Muttering madly to himself that nothing would find them here. It Just happened to be Harry's birthday the next day not that anyone in the "family" would care heck the only reason he knew when his birthday even was was from seeing it on his school forms. At 11:59 Harry was getting ready to wish himself a happy birthday when there was a monstrous knock on the door followed by it falling in. And a giant of a man appearing in the door frame

"O'Bugger, 'orry bout 'hat always 'orget how weak tis muggle stuff be." The giant hairy man apologizes in a rough thick accent, he easily bent down and picked up the heavy wood door and put it back in the frame.

The giants name ended up being Hagrid after he spent the next hour or so explaining to Harry how his parents had been a great witch and wizard respectively. And how they had stood defiant against the greatest evil wizard of the modern time Voldemort, but had been killed while trying to save Harry from him. And that when Voldemort had tried to kill Harry something had gone wrong and Harry was the only person to ever survive the killing curse which had somehow backfired and defeated Voldemort. Hagrid finished explaining all of this and then gave Dudley a little pigtail for stealing Harry's birthday cake. Harry fell asleep with a smile on his face that night thinking about his upcoming adventures as a Wizard, the knowledge that Dudley and the rest of the Dursleys were cowering in the next room in fear helped a little as well.

The next day Hagrid took Harry to London and to a shabby old pub called the leaky cauldron, where everyone seemed to know Harry and what had happened. After a time of greeting a bunch of these strangers and being repeatedly thanked, Hagrid finally seeing how uncomfortable Harry was with all this attention called out "'Aight all ye Harry has a lot of school shopping to be doing."

"Thanks Hagrid, I'm not a big fan of crowds or a lot of attention." Harry softly told the big man.

"It's alright Harry it's been a lot to take in for ye. First stop is Gringotts to get some money out of yer vault"

When they walked up to one of the tall counters a rather grumpy looking goblin peered down at them. "What can I help you with today?" he sneered disapprovingly at Hagrid.

"Mr. Potter here would like to access his vault" Hagrid responded proudly looking down at the small boy.

The goblin then looked at Harry for the first time. "Ahh yes Mr. Potter let me get your account manager." He got up from his desk and quickly and went through one of the many doors behind him returning moments latter with a much less grumpy looking Goblin.

"Ahhh Mr. Potter what a pleasure to have you return to us if you'll follow me into my office we have much to go over." When both he and Hagrid approached the goblins small smile faltered for a second. "Unfortunately as you are not his legal guardian Mr. Hagrid you must wait out here I assure Harry will be safe and it shan't take us long to cover what must be covered at this time."

"Ahh no problem, I got some official Hogwarts business to attend to he as well." He turned back to the original goblin "I got a letter here from Dumbledore about you know what in vault seven hundred and thirteen."

"Right this way Mr. Potter." the goblin gestured for Harry to follow him to one of the doors. "I'm Griphook I have been the Potters account manager for 45 years, I've very sorry for the loss of your parents, they were truly kind people."

"Thank you Mr. Griphook" Harry said as he took a seat in a small but well appointed office.

"I Suppose you don't have your wand yet do you?" At Harry's shake of his head in the negative he continued "Well then I guess we'll have to do this the more unsavory way." With some resignation he turned around and grab a small bowl and what appeared to be a small knife from the bookshelf behind him. "Don't worry Mr. Potter, this is just so we can ensure you are who you claim to be so we may allow you access to your vaults, normally an inspection of your wand will suffice. But as you don't have one yet we must do it this way, all that we require is you to give a drop of blood into this bowl with this knife."

Harry nodded and quickly and carefully pricked the tip of his thumb with the knife and allowed a drop of his blood to fall into the bowl. As soon as the blood hit the bowl it dispersed in to a fine mist and swirled around in a series of patterns which seemed to satisfy Griphook.

"Yes now that that is done we may continue, unfortunately we cannot read your parents will one of your guardians is with you. The list of guardians in order of you wishes guardians are as follows Firstly Serius Black, Second Remus Lupin and finally Mr. and Mrs. Longbottoms. Until the will is read we cannot allow you access to any of your other vaults except the one that was set aside for you school funds."

"I understand sir, would you be able to help me track these people down in order to see if any of them would be able to attend the will reading with me?"

"Yes yes of course, I will find the locations of all of them and owl you with the information I uncover as soon as possible"

"Thank you, may we go to the school fund vault so I can get my school supplies?"

"Yes , yes if you'll follow me I have an express cart to all of your families vaults this way."

Harry was quite overwhelmed with all of this information he had just found out that his parents had planned far enough ahead to have multiple people lined up to take care of him if something had happened, and even set up a school fund before their death. The fact that there were four guardians setup spoke volume to Harry about how dark of time it must truly have been, he also found it funny that the Dursleys weren't on the list of guardians. So his parents hadn't even wanted him to live with them in the first place. In order to prevent his mind from spinning to much with all of this new information he decide to ask his account manager more questions, as long as he had someone willing to answers his questions in a straightforward manner it seemed a waste to not take full advantage of it.

"Mr. Griphook sir, you said that you had been my families account manager for 45 years What does an account manager do exactly?"

"Ahh excellent question Mr. Potter. Most of the influential wizarding families who have amassed a significant amount of wealth are assigned a account manager to ensure they have a single point of contact in the back. And to ensure that any needs they have are taken care of quickly and with discretion. And in unfortunate circumstances like yours we step into manage any and all investments that the family may have to ensure that they continue to provide the maximum return on investments. In your parents case they had given me permission to invest a sizable amount of money into what ever I seen fit long before the war, we Goblins are known for our shrewdness in business. So I can proudly say that I have continued to re-invest and grow your families wealth quit effectively over the years, the period immediately following You-Know-Who's death was quite a profitable time indeed."

Harry sat back and enjoyed the crazy cart ride down to his school fund vault and mulled this information over in his head from the sound of things his family was relatively well off which was good because harry had no way of making any money until he graduated for school. He had never really dreamed of being rich or anything like that he'd never owned anything new in his life, everything that he had ever had was ether Dudley's (which was usually broken or way to big for him) or some sort of second had, the dursley's would never have even thought of wasting their money on him. All of this made what he found in his school fund vault quite shocking for when Griphook opened the door there were stacks of gold coins piles of silver coins and mounds of little bronze ones. "Woah" was the most eloquent thing he could come up with.

"Ahh this my young Mr. Potter is nothing, this is just your school fund."

"Umm i'm not sure how much to take and i didn't bring anything to carry it in." He admitted embarrassedly.

"Not to worry, here this coin purse has some enchantments on it one to prevent pickpockets, another one to reduce the weight, a silencing charm and a few others but those are the main ones that will matter to you." The goblin handed over a small coin purse that easily fit in the palm of Harry's had. "As for how much to take lets take a look at your school supply list." Harry handed the list over. "Mmmhh hmmm, well you should be able to pick everything up on this list for two or three Galleons, you might use another Galleon at school ." Seeing the confused look on the boys face. "The gold ones are Galleons the silver are Sickles and the Bronze are Knuts."

Harry nodded and went into the vault thinking about what the goblin had said and looking around the room he didn't see how he could even make a dent in the amount of money in this vault in the next seven years of Hogwarts. Thinking about what the goblin had said Harry bent down and scooped four hand fulls of each coin in to the bag. Knowing that this amount would be more than enough to last him probably all seven years but, also thinking that as long as he had this money he would buy himself some new clothes that actually fit. Looking into the bag he seen that it had automatically sorted the coins into their own little section of the bag and that it still weighed almost nothing.

"I need some clothes that fit and i'd like to buy some additional books to help me learn about all the things that I don't know about the wizard world." He sheepishly explained to the goblin as he left the vault. The goblin smiled at him and nodded.

"Is that all that you require today Mr. Potter?"

"Yes I believe it is."

"Excellent, let us go and rejoin Mr. Hagrid so you can get you shopping done"

The ride back to the office was quite and they re-entered the main part of the bank the seen Hagrid sitting on one of the benches in the waiting area.

"Thank you again Mr. Griphook."

"No problem Mr. Potter I'll owl you with the information you requested as soon as I acquire it."

Harry nodded and turned back to Hagrid "All set Hagrid, did you get done what you needed to?"

"Sure did." he patted his chest. "Well lets get started on that shopping list eh?"

The rest of the day was spent going from shop to shop picking up everything on his list which included things like robes and a cauldron for potions and harry's favorite his own magic wand! Hagrid even surprised harry by buying him a beautiful snowy owl.

"Thank you so much! But you didn't need to do that Hagrid." Harry felt bad because he was sure the giant of a man didn't have much in the way of money, while harry had more than he could ever know what to do with.

"Well I know I didn't have to 'arry but i wanted to I can't imagine you got to much from those lumps of muggles, you deserve a good birthday present." He said with a small sad smile.

"Well actually I've never got a present ever actually, so thank you very much." A look of pure pity and sadness crossed the giants face and he looked away quickly.

"Well that's all changed now 'arry" he said though it sounded like he was choking back some lump in his throat.

Later that afternoon they were sitting in a secluded booth at the Leaky Cauldron when Hagrid announced something that made Harry's stomach drop. "Here's your ticket back to the Dursleys and another one to Kings Station on the first of September."

"I can't go back there Hagrid, I I just can't." Harry started shaking.

A look of pure caring crossed his face and he shook his head "Alright 'arry we'll get you a room here at the Leaky Cauldron for the next month and a half until term starts I'll come by once a week to check on you. I'll also owl professor Dumbledore so he know where ye be stayin" After they finished their dinner they went up and talked to the bartender Tom, who also happened to own the place and made the arrangements and Harry paid for his room. Hagrid helped him get settled in and gave Harry some tips on how to care for his new owl that he had named Hedwig. After Hagrids tear filled goodbye Harry laid down on his bed and broke into the biggest smile of his life, he was a wizard and he wouldn't have to seen the dursley's for a long time! He thought about his new life and for the first time his future maybe the saying is true out of the darkest darks come the brightest brights.