CHAPTER 1:

DISCOVERIES

Harry Potter stared at the paper angrily; but to say that would be an understatement- he was royally pissed. 'How could they do that! They're my friends! How could they!' Harry thought angrily. He couldn't believe that the 'friends' he had for six years could do that to him. Back stab him like that in the midst of a war! The Nerve!

He had received a statement from Gringotts earlier, stating that they had successfully withdrawn the Galleons that HE had asked be taken out of the Potter vault. The statement of course, had taken him off guard. 'I ordered Galleons put out of THE Potter vault? That's absurd! I never touched that vault! My trust vault I DO touch. But not that Vault.' He thought earlier. He thought that there must be some mistake, but apparently, fate had other plans. He continued reading, not liking a single sentence on the paper. He not only found that someone was stealing from his family vault, but he also found where the money was sent to. He reread the statement again.

To Mr. Harry James Potter,

Dear Mr. Potter, we here at Gringotts would like to inform you that 8 Million Galleons have been successfully withdrawn from the Potter Vault as per your order. We would also like to notify you that we successfully divided and placed the said amount into the following vaults as you ordered-

1.)The Vault of Dumbledore, owned by Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

2.)Granger Vault, owned by Hermione Jane Granger, currently a student of Hogwarts

3.)The Weasley Vault, owned by Arthur and Molly Weasley

4.)The Vault of The Order of The Phoenix, owned by Albus Dumbledore

The Documents that are needed for the transfer have been taken care of by Mr. Dumbledore, on the claims that you have allowed him to take the necessary Galleons to 'fund' the said Vaults or groups above. If this claim is false, please mail us immediately so that we here at Gringotts, may supply you with a Portkey so that we may meet and sort the ordeal out.

Also, please note that a separate message has been sent to Mr. Dumbledore to 'throw him off track.' Please let us explain further when we meet, IF we meet.

May your vault always be filled with gold.

Signed by Griphook

Manager of the Potter Vault

Harry could not believe his eyes. This- statement, basically told him that the friends he had for six years, and the old Wizard he believed to be the greatest wizard, had back stabbed him by stealing from his family vault and helping themselves to his 'Open' vault. He didn't understand, what could they possibly be planning for him if he was being used and manipulated today. What would they benefit in the end? Harry pondered over these thoughts. He understood why the Weasleys would do it. 'For Money of course.'

What he didn't get, was why would Hermione do this to him. He was her very first friend as far as he was concerned. Why would she do this to him? He did nothing wrong to her. He became a good friend to her as far as he knew. Why would she do this to him? He loved her- more than a friend. Why would she do this? He did not understand. What he DID understand, was whatever love he felt for Hermione, well, they certainly are nothing now. He was angry, furious, enraged even.

Harry sighed angrily and went down to the common room. Every on else was downstairs in the Great Hall for dinner. He was about to make his way over their when he received the letter through an Elf in the Dorm. He was surprised to find that particular elf was in fact, Dobby. The Dobby that he freed from his Master's abusive grasp 4 years ago.

When Harry asked why Dobby was their, Dobby only looked Grim, and handed Harry's letter over to him. Dobby explained that he was going to pay Harry a visit when he found, or heard rather, Ron and Hemione talking about blocking any letters that could prove to be a problem to 'the Headmaster's plans.' Dobby also felt free to tell him that Ron called Hermione his 'baby.' A sign clearly stating that they were dating. A sign Harry didn't take well. As he was planning on telling Hermione how he felt on Valentines Day. But, Fate again had other plans laid out for the Boy-Who-Lived.

Now, here he was, pacing around the Common Room trying to control his anger that was swelling up inside him. Ripples of power were radiating inside the school that very minute, making the animated sky above the Great Hall to suddenly become a violent storm. Threatening to give birth to mini-tornadoes that would surely destroy the entire hall.

Harry sighed heavily, he had learned the most devastating news of his entire life; he had learned that the last people he expected to betray him, HAD betrayed him much sooner than he had expected. Sighing once more, Harry wrote his reply to the Goblins, stating that he would like to receive a Portkey that would take him their tomorrow night.

He sealed and gave the letter to Dobby. Not risking his owl that would surely be blocked by the headmaster and his stooges.

As anger began to cloud his heart, Harry made a vow to take revenge on all of those who seek to manipulate him. He began concocting a plan in his head, letting his Slytherin side take over his mind and heart for once. 'They better watch their backs. I'm gonna make them pay for this.'

Harry woke up the next day. Feeling more tired than actually feeling rested. He was staring at the ceiling. Contemplating the events of last night. He let his mind drift back again to the letter and his reply. He expected the letter with the Portkey to arrive today through Dobby.

His thoughts was once again back to the betrayal of the Weasleys, Dumbledore, and Granger. STUPID BLOODYGRANGER! That stupid whore selling herself to that mongrel known as Ron. That stupid BLOODY IDIOT WHO WAS FAKING HIS FRIENDSHIP WITH HIM FOR SIX YEARS! Brilliant. .Brilliant. His life has now taken a turn for the worst.

Harry sighed angrily. He stood up and got dressed. 'It's only 5 in the morning, but a morning walk to shake off my temper wouldn't hurt.' Harry silently thought. He checked to see if anyone awake, no one was up yet. He walked down to the Common Room, only to be stopped dead in his tracks by none other than Dobby.

"Mister Harry Potter sir. Dobby has you's letter sir." The house elf squeaked out.

Harry was thinking if this is a safe place to talk about this. 'Nah, the spies might hear and call the attention of Dumbledork.'

"Err, Dobby, could you maybe take us to the Room of Requirement? I don't think that this is a safe place to talk about this."

"Yes Harry Potter sir. Hold to me's sir. Dobby take us to that Come-and-go-Room."

Harry did as he was told and was led to the Room of Requirement. Doing the necessary ritual to summon the room, Harry entered and plopped down on a chair made by the room. He took the letter that Dobby gave him and began to read. As he expected, he was sent a Portkey by the Goblins set to leave tonight at 10.

"Dobby is sorry for bringing Master Harry sir's letter. But Dobby found Master Harry sir peacfully sleeping. Dobby did not want to disturb you."

"No Dobby, it alright. You've done a great job so far. Say Dobby, can you make a believable image of me sleeping? I need to make people, especially Weasley, to believe that I'm sleeping when I leave for Gringotts tonight." Harry asked. If Dobby could do this, then his chances of getting caught lessened. This saved him from researching for spells in the Library.

"Dobby could's do that's Harry Potter sir."

Harry smiled. 'Perhaps having Dobby beside me through this would be great help.' Harry chuckled at the new plan that appeared in his head.

Harry went back to the Dorms to pack the items that he needed for the day before Ron or Hermione woke up. He was surprised to see Neville was awake, along with Dean and Seamus. Harry smiled at Neville. Who happily returned it with such enthusiasm that would make a Girl's heart stop. Truthfully, as Harry is now thinking, Neville was the only at this point to become a great friend to him. Although he neglected the boy many times before, Harry was now promising himself to never treat the boy that way ever again.

"Hey Nev, you want to go down to catch an early breakfast?" Harry started "Dean and Seamus could come to if they like" Harry said, looking at the other two expectantly.

His question seemed to catch the three off guard.

"Sorry? I didn't catch what you said." Neville asked.

Harry grinned at him. "I asked you if you would like to come down to the Great Hall to catch breakfast early with Dean and Seamus."

"Err. A'right. Just let me get my books." replied Neville

Dean and Seamus did the same

Their breakfast went by smoothly. Harry took the time to catch up with his Gryffindor buddies. It took a while for the truth to finally sink in. He found out that he didn't know these three Gryffs at all. He took great interest in understanding his new friends. Finally, they finished breakfast and were walking back to their Common Room to get something Harry forgot when they ran into Ron and Hermione.

"There you are mate! We've been looking all over for you! You had us worried! C'mon then, don't stand their. Let's get breakfast!" Ron said.

It took Harry great effort to not punch Ron there and then. He just smiled awkwardly, a look of discomfort present in his face. Ron seemed to take no notice of this and pulled Harry away. Harry only gently pushed his hand away. As much as he wanted to punch him in the face.

"I already ate some breakfast with Neville, Dean, and Seamus Ron. I was, err, trying to put some finishing touches to my homework." Harry said through gritted teeth. Neville, Dean, Seamus and Hermione noticed his awkward expression and decided to ask him later about it. Ron, since he is daft, shrugged and walked away with Hermione.

Harry, Neville, Dean and Seamus all made it to the Common Room. Harry went up the stairs to fetch the book he left, which was ironically, the book of HBP for potions. When he went back down, he was unprepared for the question from Neville

"Ok Harry. What's going on between the trio? You seem so, distant from all of us for the past few weeks. Even from the trio. What's going on?"

"Nothing Nev, just thought that making friends outside the Trio would be good." Harry said

Neville sighed. Nodding his agreement. The rest of the day went by...roughly...so to speak. Ron sat beside him with ALL of his classes, much to his annoyance. Seriously, now that he knew of his betrayal, he saw the stupid, idiotic bigot that he once called his best mate. How could he choose such a friend? He did not know.

That lunch, Harry ate his lunch quickly and excused himself from Neville and the others. He went to the library to rest up a bit and catch on some late homework.

Hermione looked at Harry during lunch. He seemed...distant...from everyone else. She also took notice this new aura she felt around him. She could see those emerald orbs now dull and void, only to be filled with a fire that resembled anger and hate whenever she or Ron tried to talk to him. He just answered their questions with sentences that does not exceed 2 to 4 words. Then, he went back to his food...which he just ate for 5 minutes before he excused herself and walked away. Why is he like that? Why does it seem like he hates us? Could it be that he found out? No, impossible. Professor Dumbledore assured us. Why's he angry then?

Hermione sighed heavily and excused himself from Ron, who by the way, is her boyfriend. She was now going to look for Harry. She guessed that he'd be in the library, since he said something about finishing some homework. She found him quickly writing on his parchment.

"Harry?" Hermione asked

Harry looked up from his work and quickly started to pack. He had no intention, whatsoever to talkt o Hermione. He simply hated her too much. He didn't care about his friendship with her. For all he cared, he would never help Hermione in a situation in which he knew perfectly well that he could help her. He simply hated her too much.

"Uhm, where are you going Harry?" Hermione asked in a curious concerned voice

"I ah, forgot something in the Common Room. And ah, I have something important to tell Neville" Harry answered. He shouldered his bag and started to walk away, only to notice that Hermione had done the same.

"Err. Where do you think you're going?" Harry asked in mock annoyance

"Going with you. And what the hell is your problem?" Hermione said above the normal tone of her voice

Harry flinched at this. His hatred for her seemed to have escaped him. He didn't want to make a scene now. His plans would be royally screwed up. He had to think of a proper explanation, and fast!

"Sorry Hermione(yeah right) I'm just stressed out. I think I need some space for awhile(maybe forever, as long as I'm far away from any of you)" Harry answered

Hermione sighed. She didn't know what was making Harry stressed aside from homework. 'Homework. Hmm, maybe he is stressed. I haven't been helping him at all with any of his homeworks lately, and plus the fact that I've been ignoring him for the past couple of months.' And it was all because of the damn book she got stressed about.

"Harry" Hermione sighed "You wouldn't be so stressed if you would've asked me some help for your homework. You know that I'll always be there."

Harry tried hard not to snort at this 'Always be there eh? For a smart girl, she seems to be really stupid. She maybe bookish, but she lacks in common sense. Homework. HAH! I wouldn't be stressed about that, especially since I can be smart whenever I want to. Stupid girl.' With this, Harry just turned on his heel and left without a reply. He couldn't reply to that, especially since if he did, all hell will break loose.

During dinner, Harry ate quietly and tried to make small talk with Neville, Seamus and Dean without Granger or Weasley noticing. Thankfully, both of them never took notice to his little disappearance from their lives. Harry genuinely enjoyed his time with the company of the three boys. He had to admit, 6 years of friendship with Hermione and Ron was nothing compared to 30 minutes of talking with Neville, Dean and Seamus. They were better friends than them, especially since Harry knew that this little friendship he had with them was, undoubtedly, genuine. Harry continued to talk to them for 30 minutes before he went up to that Common Room alone. It was just 7 in the evening, he had 3 hours left before the portkey( a necklace) activated and took him to Gringotts. He went up to the boys dorms to take a nap before he departed for Gringotts.

He called for Dobby so that he can tell him to wake him up at 10. With that finished, he lied down on his bed and took a short nap.

"Harry Potter sir musts wake ups. It nearly 10 o clock sir."

Harry woke up with a start. Dobby was shaking him awake and looking at him with wide eyes. "Thanks Dobby. Can you make that impression of me sleeping like we discussed earlier?"

"Of course Harry Potter sir. Dobby make one now. After Harry Potter sir dresses." Dobby said

"Thanks Dobby. You're a life saver."

Harry stood up and quickly changed. He looked at his watch and found that he only had 5 minutes left before the Portkey activates. Dobby did as he was told and created an impression of Harry sleeping peacefully. 'Better check if anyone's up I guess.' Harry thought. He opened the curtains of his four-poster bed and looked around. Every one was asleep, Ron's snoring was the evidence he needed.

Harry was suddenly greeted with the familiar feeling of a pull behind his navel. He landed in what seemed to be a private room. Comfortable looking chairs were set up near a fireplace, a table placed in the middle of said chairs. Harry looked around and found that no Goblin was there. He decided to wait and see if any Goblin arrives. Soon enough, a Goblin, who Harry noticed was Griphook, entered the room and motioned Harry to follow him. Harry and Griphook walked into a Hall with many doors.

Harry noticed that strange writings were all over the walls. 'Probably Goblin language' Harry thought. He'll try to research about it tomorrow.

Griphook led Harry to a room that had a fine oak table sitting in the middle of the room. Griphook told Harry to sit down on one of the chairs and wait while Griphook told the Director of his arrival.

Harry didn't have to wait long, for as soon as he sat down, the doors of the room blasted open to reveal a rather scary Goblin. The Goblin, Harry assumed, was Ragnok, as he read in the letter.

"Mr. Potter. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ragnok, Head Director of Gringotts bank. It has come to my attention that you did not allow any withdrawal from your vault yesterday. Is this true?" The Goblin said

"Yes. I did not allow any sort of withdrawal from the Potter vaults, even though I don't control it, since I'm a minor." Harry replied

Harry then saw a sight that gave him chills; Ragnok was smiling. Not only that, but Ragnok wassmiling at him.

"On the contrary Mr. Potter, if you take the inheritance test today, and prove that you are an heir of the Potter throne, you will be considered an adult since your Magical Guardian did not live up to his promises for you."

"And who is my Guardian?"

"Sirius Black. As per your mother's and father's will, Sirius Orion Black was supposed to be your guardian until you were 17. Since he, to my knowing, has died, or rather, pushed by a spell through the veil, you are left without any other Guardian."

"Wait wait, he was supposed to be my Guardian right? Well who was my Guardian for the past few years then? I know that he's been locked up in Azkaban while I was locked up under a cupboard!" Harry nearly screamed. Sirius? His Guardian? He couldn't be! He was locked up in Azkaban for most of the time he knew him.

"To my knowledge, Albus Dumbledore has claimed Guardianship a few times but failed to do so, since he was not listed in the will as your Guardian. But, since Mr. Black was detained until his escape in your third year, we had no choice but to give him partial Guardianship, since after all, he was the head of the Wizengamot at the time."

Harry put his head in his hands. This was more than he thought it would be. He came here in hopes that he could shut out the people who stole from him. But this, this was more bad news. If Dumbledore was in fact his partial Guardian, then he could NOT shut anyone out. But then, Harry remembered what Ragnok said.

"Director Ragnok, you said that I could claim inheritance for The Potter Throne. I can't do that, can I? I mean, I'm only a minor." Harry said

Ragnok's smile only grew further. "Yes, that would be the case. But, since Mr. Dumbledore is only a partial Guardian, and because you have been tried in an Adult court, you are, in the eyes of us Goblins, an Adult."

Harry thought about this for few minutes. If he claimed Inheritance, he could block any attempts of getting into his vault forever, or, for as long as he can do so. 'Hmm, maybe this isn't such a bad idea.' He thought

"Ok Director ragnok, I'd like to claim inheritance." Harry said

Ragnok nodded and told Harry to stay there. He came back 2 minutes later holding a piece of paper, a small bowl, and a knife.

"I need you to prick your finger and let a single drop of blood to to pour into the cup." Ragnok said. Harry did as he was told and watched as the piece of paper that Ragnok brought in began to show writings.

"Aha. I believe that you would be happy with the results of the inheritance test Mr. Potter. For you not only own the Potter vaults and throne, you also own the Gryffindor, Merlin, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hupplepuff vaults and throne." Ragnok said with a wide smile

Harry was shell shocked. He owned 6 Vaults and thrones? That can't be real. It couldn't be. He was an abused, back stabbed and depressed boy who his uncle once thought to be a piss poor boy. Once he saw his Trust Vault in his First Year, he knew that he wasn't poor. Quiet the opposite actually. But this, this just goes to show that he is Dirty Rich!

Harry just stared at Ragnok, disbelief evident in his eyes.

"I would love to sit here and laugh at your reaction Mr. Potter, but we really do have business to attend to."

Harry blinked a few times before he acknowledged what Ragnok said. Ragnok motioned for him to wait and he did. He still couldn't believe this weird stroke of luck. From abused robbed boy, he became rich, not to mention politically powerful young boy.

Ragnok came in a few minutes later carrying what would look like a jewelry box.

"Mr. Potter. Before the death of Lord Gryffindor, Lord Slytherin, Lady Ravenclaw, and Lady Hupplepuff, they left these necklaces for you.

Harry took the said necklaces from the jewelry box. He looked at the 4 of them and noticed one distinct similarity- every necklace was the same. They were all a simple chain with with a golden ring in the middle.

"The Lords and Lady's who left those chains have also left a message for whoever inherited them.

Ragnok then handed Harry 4 letters. Harry took them and looked and backs of the envelopes. One was from Gryffindor, one from Slytherin, another from Hupplepuff, and the last from Ravenclaw.

Harry opened Gryffindors message first. It was short. But held enough information to tell Harry exactly what the use of the necklaces are...

To anyone who inherits my fortune and treasure

You, the reader of this message, have probably been wondering why I gave direct orders to Gringotts to personally hand this necklace to whoever will be my heir. I gave those specific orders because I needed to. I could not risk such power to fall into wrong hands. The necklace, actually contains a power in that needs to be freed with the use of the other three necklaces. I believe that I said enough. Godspeed my heir.

Signed by Godric Gryffindor

Harry stared at the letter blankly. 'Contains power eh? Maybe coming here wasn't so bad after all.'

Ragnok suddenly cleared his throat and spoke. "I take it Mr. Potter, that you have read the letter from Gryffindor?" Ragnok asked

"Err, yeah. It said that the other letters from the other three contain the same message." Harry replied

"Hmm. Well Mr. Potter, it's getting late now. We'll talk about your accounts during maybe, your Christmas break? Perhaps it would be wise for you to study what those necklaces do eh Mr. Potter? Oh and one other thing, you are a certified adult in the magical world. Also Mr. Potter. You being an adult will be kept secret for how long you want it to become confidential. We can't have people taking advantage over you for the money now can we?" Ragnok asked with a smile that sent chills down Harry's spine

"I suppose so." Harry said with a thoughtful look on his face "Oh. Director, could you give me another Portkey to get out of here?"

"I believe that the Portkey we gave to you will take you back...now"

Harry felt a pull behind his navel a few seconds before he dissapeared

He landed with a small thud on his bed in Hogwarts, destroying the image Dobby created. Dobby looked up from his peacful sleep and found the real Harry was now there, lying on his back with a look of shock on his face.

"Urgh. I'm never gonna get used to Portkeys" Harry said as he stood up

Harry looked down at his watch. 11:30 he read.

Harry sighed and looked at Dobby "Dobby, can you cast privacy charms around my bed? Just to make sure that nobody finds out what I'm doing."

Dobby nodded and cast the charms while Harry took the 4 necklaces from his pocket. 'Hmm, how to do this.' Harry wondered. 'Maybe I just need to wear it' and so, he did.

Harry didn't know what happened next. He wore the necklace and blacked out. Then, he woke up not in his dorm, instead, he woke up in a hall somewhere. That somewhere he didn't know. He stood up slowly, a sudden headache coming to him 'Unghhh. Damn. Talk about bad awekenings.' He thought sarcastically

"Ah. You must be Harry Potter" a voice from behind Harry called out "Its good to finally have someone to speak to."

Harry turned around and saw an old man with white mustache wearing white gloves, a black jacket, white shirt, and black boots.

"My name Harry, is Xehanort."

A/N: Hey dudes! Yeah, my second fic. I hope that I corrected any faults I might have. Anyway, Xehanort, as some might notice, is a character, a villain specifically, of the Kingdom Hearts series. If you're wondering, no, Xehanort won't go bad. He's good and he's the one that will give Harry the 'gift.'