Harry Potter -The Devils Dance Floor

How does one who had everything they wanted react to it being taken away, How will the great tragedy be rewritten when forced to redo the past. And what lies at the end of the road when the fools stand against something far greater...I do not own anything Harry Potter.

The house was full of laughter, the smell of food and the sound of a faces bulldozing said food down its throat. The Dursleys were having a lovely dinner they forced their 'freak' to make before locking him in the cupboard under the stairs. Mr. Dursley was using an extra plate to fan the smell of the food towards the prisoners door. His wife laughing all the while.

They however stopped laughing as the stairway exploded. The sounds of a small boy cursing to do very nasty things to a 'manipulating old man' also caused them to panic. When Vernon saw the damage as the boy was brushing the splinters off his clothes, he started to shout. "BOY!? What have you done you freak?..."

The child glared at the man as the room started to warm up. The air smoldered and crack with smell of heat. The child let his energy flow out and around clearing a path between him and the man. "VERNON DURSLEY! What have you done? Allowing your greed to get you in this mess. Allowing an old fart to pay you to abuse a child. Did you actually believe it would never taint your soul? Your God you claim 'hated freaks like us', He did say not to judge, least you be judged too. How tainted is your soul?"

The boy looked at his body and growled before sweeping his arm across the clothes. The over sized hand me downs shifted. He now had on a red button down shirt with black slacks and black smart boots. His hair was tied back and his glasses replaced with proper fitting business like frames. "Gonna need to get this leech removed so I can fix my eyes."

He turned and waved his arm at the destroyed stairs and watched as they reassembled. "There now, much better. Vernon, lets make a deal." His grin was so predatory and yet reminded Vernon of the business deals when the other party had the best cards. He knew something was not right but his ingrained reactions still won.

"Deal, Deal? Why should I make a deal with you. You come into my home and eat my..."

"WRONG!...You got paid 1000 pounds per month to cover my needs and food. You barely used 20 pounds on the food I do eat or even utilities I use. So lets do the math. 980 pounds for... wow really been 7 years. Well damn that is 6,860 pounds you owe my account. Yes my account as that was were the money came from. By the way as Muggles stealing from not only a wizard but the wizard savior, well they wont see your side on anything."

"Now see here...Boy..."

The boy was in front of Vernon staring him in the eyes while floating that high just to do so. "Let me be clear. I know I am Harrison James Potter, I am a wizard and the one who stopped a Dark Lord who was killing Muggles, that's you by the way, from his evil schemes. I Am currently doing magic, yes Vernon magic, and I am in no mood for your self appointed bigotry at the things you deem unnatural. Magic has been around longer than even humans. The neanderthals were new when Magic was ancient. It deemed Humans unnatural and thus started to give them some. Then the Humans turned on them selves. Look at that, your lives could be better but your ancestors despised change"

Harry floated down and walked to the kitchen. He used the extra plate to get some food.

After a few mouthfuls he turned to the man. "You will drive me to a location in London that I tell you. Then I get out and you drive off. Simple as that but since you did not take the deal then you now have to figure out how your going to explain the excessive living to the authorities."

The man turned purple with rage but as he lunged for the boy he froze in midair. "Oh and I will do one better. Tell the old goat his weapon is not going to come back. And if he tries his mind magic the new wards will record everything an send it straight to the Aurors and the ICW. Think of them as UN soldiers"

Harry was pleased that the idiot was finally working his brain instead of his mouth. After Dinner they left with Harry telling him how to get close the The Leaky Cauldron Harry even told him not be stay up as there was to much to do this week. And as a courtesy he told Vernon that he would call by phone to set a meeting time should he ever need to speak with them.

The 8 year old boy calmly walked through the pub till he got to the wall. An elderly man chuckled at him then asked if he got lost from his parents and needed a real wizard to open the wall for him.

Harry scowled then touched the wall with one finger causing it to open. "My parents are dead." With that he walked away from the now stunned and disturbed man. He decided his joke truly was in poor taste.

The great Diagon Alley. How he loathed to be here again. The very magic in the air was stagnant to him and he knew so many would never see the bloodshed and destruction he had seen echo in the reality he now walked. The bank was starting to close as he hurried to the doors. Two goblins crossed their spears to block him.

He grinned coldly before calling out, #My blood doth call on the Goblin Honor. Theft has come from within your halls.#

The goblins flanked him with challenging stares. He took a deep breath before letting his magic swirl around him. The heat rose as the stones groaned around him the flames and ash rolled around in a morbid dance. The goblin armor glowed as it heated up and they had to back off just to keep from getting burned from the metal.

Soon as they backed off Harry pulled his magic back in. The smell of sulfur and the burns around his feet made the others around tremble. The two led him inside as the other guards still inside were still steaming from how close they were to the door.

#Potter accounts manger, and the Great Ragnok. He will need to be present.#

Soon he was led to the Presidents office. Ragnok had a grin that promised pain if his time was wasted. After that display of power and the fact the ash in the magic had signaled the goblins of Harry true power, he was very interested in what the boy had to say.

#Greeting Great Ragnok, King of British goblins. I stand before you to state the theft of funds from my family accounts by a false guardian. Lets start with the Inheritance test, oh and do you wish to continue in your language or English?#

The goblin laughed as he handed Harry the knife. The boy did not flinch and kept his glowing green eyes on the royal in front of him. Soon the paper started the fill out. Ragnok saw the lines spell out the boys family tree, but when he saw the boys magical inheritance, he flinched. He looked at the boy with new fear. "Let us do business Lord Potter, please tell us the source of this theft."

Harry grinned and sat down. "Albus Dumbledore. Bring me the Potter Will, then the statement of the Potter trust and accounts since Oct. 31 1981. Finally I need some potions. Goblin magic is so much better that Wizard but if you have any that are stronger than Goblin I will pay full price. My body is not in the best shape. Oh that was also needed, could I get a full medical history scan from your healers."

The king looked at the boy with a bit more respect. He filled out some papers and they disappeared. He waited as the Healers came in first. That made him curious. Harry laid flat on the ground after removing the transfiguration on his clothes.

The very sight of such rags as well as the scars and the medical report...All the goblins were ready to go to war after seeing how a child was treated. Harry just looked like it was nothing. He did ask for some real clothes to match the one he transfigured. He really liked that style.

The Will was finally brought forward after also dragging the Potter account goblin in by his heels. He had it hidden from anyone else but him. He admitted he was paid to keep it sealed and hidden no matter what. Harry was told he could kill the offender.

The little goblin stood ready to fight the small boy but quickly learned that was not to be. In a second Harry's fist was embedded in the goblins chest. The smell of cooked meat and burnt flesh rolled out before the whole body was encased in flames. The flames stayed on the body till it was nothing but ash. Harry shook off his arm and sat down holding out his hand for the Will.

His magic overrode both the Chief Warlock's and the goblin seals. He unrolled it and looked it over before handing it to Ragnok. "Copy of this plus the statements and also a pensive of that one's confession. I am not in a good mood so perhaps we should step this up." His grin made the goblins see a kindred spirit. "Bring me the Potter Ring."

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Amelia Bones was having a long day. The latest report of some fool trying to use fire magic at Gringotts was not making in any better. When she heard the sound of some Auror harassing someone out side her door, she started to reach for a pain potion. The fact her door was now open and an Auror was flying inside, upside down, made her pull her wand quickly.

The boy stood there holding up his wand. "I Harry James Potter hereby swear on my magic and my life that I was never in a safe home nor is Albus Dumbledore Innocent of crimes against the Potter family and Lord Black. So mote it be!" The room lit up as the boy was surrounded by flame like wings.

"Now that we are clear" The flame died down. "Read this and find the transcripts for the trial of Lord Black. He is the last Black alive and he never had a trial..Thus he is the true Lord of Black."

Amelia was clearly skeptical till her eyes read the full Will. The Potter Will. Her eyes reread everything. Then she saw the bank statements. This was too much to be coincidence but the fact the goblin seals were there... Finally she looked over the medical scan. Her eye widened as she read the long list. Harry took off his shirt and turned to show her. " I believe we need those trial transcripts."

She nodded then called out for some one to get them. Harry was walking to the body beside her desk. "Oh and Madam Bones.." He pulled off the man's left sleeve. There in front of her was a glaring reminder of all her problems during the war. The Dark Mark. Her eyes went to the man's face. He had been in the Aurors for years before Voldemort's fall.

"SHAKLEBOLT, MOODY!" The two ran in and saw the boy by the man but when Moody grinned at the mark Shack focused on it. "Get every Auror in the bullpen. Its time for the special assignments."

Harry grinned as he whispered in her ear. She nodded and motioned to Moody. Harry slowly approached the man and whispered with his hands in clear view. Moody started to laugh. That was to be the best thing he heard in a long time. He led Shacklebolt out and started sending the emergency notices. The morning would see a few cells filled with Deatheaters.

Harry walked over and sat down. "Now lets get my Godfather home. And lets make a case for one Albus Dumbledore.."

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Deep in the bowls of a burning realm sat a beautiful woman who was bored and angry. As she looked around her domain she sighed. She knew there was a man for her somewhere but none could handle her flames. None could please her emotions. She was a Queen of fire and lust. She was not to be underestimated. But now as she felt another millennium would come before her heart was happy, she felt it. The pull. The pull of her soulmate, her king. But why was it somewhere on the mortal realm?

She stood in her naked glory and walked to the royal fitters. She needed to see what this feeling was.

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