Full summary: Ok. This is it. Harry inherits money, and a few houses form Sirius. Bellatrix (not quite as insane as Canon but not redemptionified either) becomes his temporary servant/confidant. He trains up, saves and then adopts a small orphan girl. Deciding that he needs to protect her, goes in to a time dilation (bear with me here) and comes out around seven years older, with a fourteen year old daughter. Will feature good Dumbledore, Molly bashing, possibly brainwashed Ginny and maybe a Harry/Tonks paring. I could make it Harry/Bellatrix if you like but I'm not to sure. I suppose you guys will give biased results, this being the Harry/Tonks sorting area. I don't care right now. It's late here in good old Britain. Nearly eleven o'clock GMT. You guys in America are probably having fun in the sun. Or rain depending upon natural atmospheric pressure occurences. I digress.

Sound ok? If you don't like the sound of it, you don't have to read it though I hope you will give it a chance.

Disclaimer: Ok. If I take my full copy of Harry potter books, copy them out into normal typed up format as opposed to books, then travel back in time with them, to that train ride, kill J. and send the books to the publisher in my name, I'll make millions! Let's see, the cost of building a time machine, powering it, covering up the murder with bribes. Also bribing the time police so they don't revert things back to normal… I'll just about break even and be where I am now. Of course I couldn't just leave Harry with Ginny. That would be cruel to do to a completely fictional character.

You know what? I'll just leave it as: I don't own Harry Potter, never will. Past, present or future.

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Near the middle of the Lake District in northern England, lies the second largest mountain in Europe. Unfortunately for would be climbers, they can't see it. Or rather most of them can't. It is kept invisible to those without magic, muggles, as wizarding folk seem to enjoy calling them, by naturally occurring magic in the area. The magical animals of Britain know this and use it as a sanctuary. Most wizards don't climb as part of their 'not worth it with magic' mantra. As such, the animals are left to their own devices in many cases.

Half-way up the mountain, another magical race lives. The Dwarfs. Those that live in the mountain make one of the last strong Dwarfen societies left. In their stronghold, Høj Holde, they are masters of metallurgy, crafting and, to a lesser known extent, Banking. There are many advantages and disadvantages to using dwarves as your bankers as opposed to goblins. Basically it boils down to:

The dwarves won't steal your money at every opportunity, unlike goblins.

The dwarves aren't being heavily bribed by certain authority figures, unlike goblins.

And the dwarves banks are a fair bit out of the way, and not easily accessible to the public, unlike goblins.

Despite the difficulty to reach them, a few wizards saw the major benefits of using them as bankers. Sirius Black was one such wizard. He used private contractors to move all his family's money from the goblin bank to the Dwarfen one as soon as he was out of Azkaban.

It is for this reason that we carry on with the story. Harry Potter is about to receive a very important letter from the Dwarfen bankers in charge of wills and inheritance. Stand in front of the house at four privet drive and watch. Here it comes; carried by a heavily armoured eagle. The dwarves have trained their messengers to be able to hold such weight. It adds to security.

Inside the house it goes. Perching on the desk that takes up a large portion of the room. Harry potter is not currently in the room but it is fine. The eagle will wait here. Where it was told. It is trained well, after all.

We shall not wait though. We will go to the nearby park to find Harry. The-not-so-young any-more Potter is hanging upside down form the bars of a swing set. One swing seat is missing and the other is wrapped around the bar at the top, next to where Harry is. This means we will have to stand. The roundabout is in use and you might feel sick turning so much. Not to mention how hard it will be to concentrate on the happenings at hand.

You'll notice, if you look, that Harry is performing crunches from his vertically hanging position. Yes, he does seem quite determined. This is not just a random health craze, mind you. Though he is doing this to hopefully prolong his life expectancy. He has been doing similar muscle and stamina building exercises for a few months now. It started a week after his godfather died. You see, he wanted to avoid people for a while, so locked himself in the room of requirement. A marvellous piece of work, if I do say so myself. The room saw what he really needed and produced an imprint of the late Sirius Black, his godfather and believer of Dwarfen banking superiority. It was taken from the last time he was at Hogwarts, during the previous year, and helped Harry to overcome his grief and guilt about the circumstances of his godfather's death.

He then helped train Harry to fight; to defend himself and others; to win. Harry had of course spent a long time getting to know his Godfather better. He hadn't left the room until the final day of school, where he acted despondent all the time until he left the others view. They will no doubt send him some letters soon demanding that he open up to them. We shall see.

For now, watch this young woman. She looks about twenty three; twenty four. Wouldn't you say? She is approaching Harry now. Listen, for he is about to speak.

"Hey Tonks." I told you.

"Wotcher, Harry. How'd you know it was me?" She sounds a little confused, no? She's back to her normal look now.

"You can't hide your beauty, Tonks. It always shows." She's blushing? It would seem Sirius has trained a new Marauder. How interesting. Also, notice how she can't keep glancing at his chest and stomach, showing due to an untucked shirt falling around his arms. He does have a good, strong figure. Enough to make you jealous? You shouldn't be so insecure. You look wonderful.

"Spent too much time with Sirius, he's bee…" She fades off. She looks a little worried now. Afraid of his reaction. Let's see how he does react, hmm?

"We can still talk about him, Tonks. I won't explode." He's smiling now. Good. "I had help get over it from a very smart building."

"So what're you doing?" Her hair is back to purple. Did you not notice the colour change when she thought she'd said something wrong? Yes, a remarkable talent that.

"Training." Quite a short reply. He is still doing crunches.

"And the position?"

"It adds more weight to lift. Harder strain. More reward." His reply is halting. Delivered in short bursts as he moves up and down. "Plus I have a great vantage point to look down your cleavage." Don't worry. Tonks' yells are merely mock outrage. How can I tell its mock outrage? The smile, the blush and the fact she only lightly slapped his arm as opposed to heavily slapping his face. I pick up these things.

Harry's getting down now; stretching a bit. They're talking about fairly inconsequential things. Harry's flirting with her still. Let's leave the two of them be for now. Nothing will come of it for now. Though Tonks will return home with a lingering blush and have confusing dreams about a certain black haired teenager. It's not hard to figure out whom.

Why don't we check on some of the more prominent members of Wizarding society. We'll stop off in London first, where the current Minister for magic is sitting at his desk, watching more and more paperwork find its way to his in tray. It's enlarged on the inside so it won't take up to much space. Right now, it's about three square kilometres. He finally released the news that Voldemort is actually back. It has caused much trouble so far. More than keeping it covered up. Though I'd have to say the cover up most likely increased the current paperwork.

You've noticed the glass and bottle? Yes. It appears the poor minister has decided to drown his troubles in as much alcohol as he can find. He's about five minutes away from breaking down and going to the Janitor's closet to find a bottle of white spirit. It's really quite sad. I don't think we should stay and watch him drink himself to near death. Unless you want to?

You do?

Well that's too bad. This story needs us to go somewhere else. Come along; leave the poor drunken man to his doom. It's only polite to let him wallow away in solitude.

Further north, to Scotland. There is a castle. This is Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A lovely place and home to that marvellous room I told you about. This place has a proper, homely, castle feel to it, no? The worn smooth steps. Brilliant armour suits and cleaned halls fill me such a sense of nostalgia. I wouldn't expect you to understand.

No, don't think I'm insulting your intelligence, far from it. It is merely a personal feeling. I am sure you could very well have one similar but it will never be exactly the same.

Here we are. The headmasters office. A wonderfully diverse room, no? Filled with eccentricity and order. Books stacked with a madman's method. Twirling, puffing, flashing silver instruments, meticulously arranged so that once every sixty seven minutes, the puffs, flashes and twirls spell out the words 'Albus Rocks'.

The next showing of this small piece of trivia is in thirteen minutes so for now, we'll look around a bit more. Behind the desk there, is Albus Dumbledore. He's currently working on some intrinsic Arithmancy equations; Hoping to find a way to get Harry out of Privet drive faster.

What? You'd expected him to want Harry to stay there for as long as possible? Were you expecting some sort of twisted maniac that could rival Voldemort? Stewing away over a desk made of baby skulls? Working on paper made from the skin of house elves? Writing with a bone taken from ribs of a pregnant unicorn? Trying to find some way to take all of Harry's money and power for himself?

No. That isn't like Dumbledore at all. He had all the best intentions for Harry when he left him with the Dursleys He had expected them to take him in as a family member would. The parental like love would fuel the wards into completion in a matter of ten years. They would be charged enough for Harry to be fully protected for his whole life. He would never have to return to the Dursleys again, if he didn't want to.

When a starved, haunted young boy showed up to be sorted when Harry's name was called, Dumbledore's heart broke. He couldn't believe anyone could treat anyone else, especially family in this way. The wards, he soon found were close to breaking, instead of fully charged. They protected Harry as long as he spent two months a year in that house. Harry needed this protection to help with the prophecy. Without it, he wouldn't have love's power on his side.

It killed Albus Dumbledore to see the young boy's face when he was told he had to go back that first summer. His eyes dimmed. Albus had only seen them glow with hope again when he thought he could live with Sirius. The hopeful, wondered glow throughout his first year died when he was made to return.

And so, here is Albus now, frantically, as he has always done in his spare time for five years now, trying to find a way to charge the wards faster, or to move them over to people that truly love Harry. That number is dwindling. With Sirius dead, it leaves only a handful of people that can truly love Harry. Remus is too afraid of rejection to really connect with Harry. Though he has nothing to fear. Harry's heart is still bigger than anyone else's, despite years of abuse.

Dumbledore has thought about setting him up with a girl. But most of the girls his age are simply squealing fan-girls. So are most younger and older ones. Besides, Harry hasn't seemed very interested in girls to Albus. No, I'm not saying that he's gay. He's just been raised to believe no one could really love him so the thought hasn't really crossed his mind. This is what Albus thinks. We've seen now though that he's finally been introduced to woman by Sirius. It would appear now that he likes older woman, eh?

Who knows? With his physical improvement, maybe he'll start to attract some girls' attention. He is quite handsome after all. Though I prefer those with longer hair.

Besides, Dumbledore would never meddle in somebody's love life. Especially that boy who had seen far to much to be a boy anymore. Using a love potion is just as bad as the Imperius in Dumbledore's opinion and should be banned form being sold. Of course too many Wizengamot members rely on it to keep their spouses in line. They wouldn't ban it.

Hey look. See, 'Albus Rocks', just like I told you. Neat, huh?

Enough here, we'll leave the man to his work. He may discover a solution eventually. Hmm? Oh yes. The Phoenix. Remarkable creature, isn't it? It's looking at you, you say? Well yes, it can most likely see you. Don't worry, it won't tell. Truly remarkable.

Come on then. One last stop before we return to check on Harry's progress. What trip would be complete without a look into the evil nature of Voldemort? Or rather, Tom Riddle, as he was once known.

Riddle manor is in Cornwall so we'll head over there. No doubt he is torturing his followers for their failures at the recent department of mystery fiasco. Some one is missing though. It would seem that Bellatrix isn't here. How do you suppose she got off? Maybe it was because she killed Sirius Black and Voldemort believes it broke Harry's spirit? Could be.

What do you think?

Yes that is quite possible.

As interesting as the wordless screams are we really should be going…

Wait a second? Is Voldemort wearing sunglasses? My word he is. And a toupee. How intriguing. Well, no time to dwell on such matters. You're dwelling on it, aren't you? I had best get us out of here before you do something stupid like poke it to see if it's actually a sleeping cat. Don't try and deny it. I saw that look. It was the 'that looks like a sleeping cat on his head and I need to find out if it is or not' look. I'll admit it does look like a cat but we must be getting on. Harry is going to open his letter soon.

Got you're attention, huh? Let's go. Back to Privet drive. Dudley's second bedroom. Current occupant: Harry Potter. And Hedwig. An eagle is visiting.

He's already opened it. Damn. The dwarves normally have a flair for letters and put a fanfare in the opening mechanisms. Well, nothing to do about it now. Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll get another one. Let's see. What does it say?

Dear Master Potter,

Fullest commiserations on the passing of your godfather, Sirius Black. He has left us with a will to carry out and you have been named as its primary benefactor. The reading will take place at ten a.m. on Wednesday 23rd of June in the reading hall of our main bank branch in Høj Holde. This letter will act as a portkey when tapped with a wand or finger, and will transport you to our entry hall. Mr. Black was a valued and appreciated user of our bank and will be missed. We hope that, after visiting, you will consider the Dwarfs for your future banking needs.

Sincerely,

Yjoric Stoneshoes, Master of Inheritance.

Sounds interesting. We should go to that, don't you think? Yes. For now, let's observe Harry's reaction. I see a little guilt, grief. Lots of determination and more that just a bit of happiness. What's he going to say?

"Wednesday? That's tomorrow. I can't wait. It'll be a chance to remember Sirius' memory and I'll get out away from Little Whinging for a while. Great."

I think we should leave him be for now. We'll catch up with the green eyed saviour in a few days. For now, there's a carnival that I want to go to in Coventry. They do lovely cotton candy there. Care to join me?

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End note: Yes another one. This has been rattling around in my head and I wanted to write it down. More to come soon.

Can anyone tell me what important (In my view) contraption was released in Japan on the 23rd of June in 1996?

The first one to get it right will win a free cookie. Oh wait, I made this joke before. Basically the cookie is non existent. That's the punchline.

How about this one. The first person to guess right will have the feeling of joy bubble inside them when I say it was them that got it right first? Will that do? Okay then, I'll see you next chapter.

Also, suggest a much better and still suitable reward for correct guessing that will cost me no money. Time is less important to me so it can be time consuming. The person who suggests the prize I like the most will be rewarded by being the first to receive that prize. My suggestion is a drawing of the winner. I'm becoming better at Manga styles. K? Also, a prize to someone who can come up with a super-awesome-hyper-(positive descriptive word)-Title. I will be the only judge in all competitions so I feel it is only fair to inform you that I accept bribes in the form of money. Also in the forms of manga drawings of me and little wooden effigies of me and Superman playing croquet. You'll have to guess what I look like (Roguish good looks will win you points, so will purple hair).

That is all.

Maybe I'm crazy?
Maybe you're crazy?
Maybe we're crazy?
Probably