Harry felt like the calm before a storm. He had gotten all the Horcruxes but two. The only two left were himself and that damn snake. He hoped this would work. He had figured out that Tom was staying at Malfoy manor and had to move fast.
He had figured out, with the help of Gringotts, that when Voldemort attacked that faith-full night, a part of Voldy's soul had reached him and was now implanted in the ugly lightning scar on his forehead.
He had a plan figured out. if the plan works great, if not. well, he could always kill him.
he had apparently always been able to not attend this war, but some stupid people had the need to interfere and now he had to fix everything.
it all started with Gringotts,
*flashback*
Harry was lying down on the dirty floor of his room. He had pain all over his body and his vision was groggy.
He looked to the clock
11.58 pm
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12.00 pm
Pure pain surged throughout his whole body, but not enough to scream. I'd say that it would only get worse. After the pain was sustained he carefully sat up.
He heard a ticking noise from the window. With great difficulty, he stood up and walked to the window. Outside was an owl with a letter on it.
Harry let it in and saw the familiar great on it. Gringos.
"What would they want..?"
dear Mr. Harry Orion James Potter.
We would like to congratulate you on your creature inheritance. We would like to inform you that you are a very rare speech and we will be asking for your assistance here in the bank for information and details.
We would also like to inform you in pressing matters that unconditional and illegal withdrawals have been taken from your vaults and usage of your properties has been discovered. We hope to inform you of more details in place. Hoppe your gold will overflow and your weapons stay sharp. Griphook, manager of potter vaults and properties.
Ps. This letter is a port key. Just Tell the word "griffin" and you will be teleported to the gates of Gringotts bank. Ask for a Griphook and say it is about you.
After reading it Harry took a bag with clothes he had secretly bought and brought an outfit that he could wear. Before he started to dress in clothes that were better than the rags Dursleys gave him, his injuries made themselves known again.
" OK.first rap them up then Gringotts..."
After Harry was done he took the letter am uttered the word "griffin".
He felt the pull under his navel and everything started spinning.
After landing rather clumsily in an office he looked up to see the face of an irritated goblin.
"Greetings. Mr potter-black I assume?" the goblin, that he assume was, Griphook greeted,' Black I'm not a black... I'm I?'
"I'm just a potter as far as I know...?"
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FanfictionHadrian felt like the calm before a storm. He had gotten all the Horcruxes but two. The only two left were himself and that damn snake. He hoped this would work. He had figured out that Tom was staying at Malfoy manor and had to move fast. He had f...
