The Life He Deserved

Chapter 2

Harry apparated directly in front of the bank. His eyes flashed, remembering how it was destroyed by him and his so-called friends. He took a deep breath and headed inside. Due to his short height, he weaved through the crowd rather easily. He made his way to the front desk where the head goblin was working.

"Greetings sir, I'd like to access my vault through a blood test." Harry informed in his childish voice. The goblin looked down and sneered at him. The goblin clearly looked down on him due to his age.

"And why are you not with a guardian to do so young one?" It drawled back, seemingly reluctant.

"I don't think that is any of your business. Just give me a blood test." He stated less innocently and rather firm. The goblin gave him a nasty look but proceeded to show him to a small room. It gave him a dagger and instructed him to drop some blood on the parchment. He did so without hesitation, which the goblin's eyes reflected respect to.

Blood Test

Name: Harry James Potter (July 31, 1980)

Parents:

Mother: Lily J. Evans (deceased)

Father: James F. Potter (deceased)

Lordships:

Potter

Black

Peverell

N.A. No overpowered crazy Harry who has all the power in the world

The goblin was shocked not only was this boy Harry Potter who was supposedly a baby, but by the Peverell lordship that hadn't shown up in anyone for the past hundreds of years.

"Now, I'd like to access my vault." Harry stated. The stunned goblin silently led them to the vault and waited in the cart as Harry jumped off to take his withdrawal. Harry was dumbstruck by the amount of treasure inside, Death wasn't joking when it said it'd left him with things. In front of him was piles of millions of galleons, a bookshelf full of mysterious books, and boxes of ancient artifacts. Efficiently, Harry pulled out a satchel with strong extension charms he grabbed on his way here, and proceeded to pile hundreds of galleons inside, along with the ancient tomes he was interested in reading. 'Secrets Behind Death Magic' and 'The Ancient Art of Necromancy' particularly stood out to him. He let out a scoff, a few hours ago before meeting death he would've never so much as glanced at these books. But now? He wanted to live his life the way he wanted. He wanted to learn, to experience, to grow the way he wasn't allowed to. Snapping out of stupor when he realized he was suffocating the air with his magic, he reigned it in and grabbed a map in one of the boxes with the keys and lists of properties he had. Scanning it, he decided to stay in one of the cottages that was heavily warded. He tucked it under his coat and made his way out. He paid the goblin for his test, and simply walked out, ignoring the still frozen goblin. He made his way out of the bank and turned to head down Diagon Alley. Harry, now knowing he was loaded in riches decided to get some supplies he didn't request from Kreacher. He first headed to some clothes shops and bought handcrafted attire. There was no need to dress in the rags he was forced into as a child. He ended up with dragon hide jackets and boots, acromantula silk robes, and some expensive magic warded suits with weapon pockets. The workers cooed at his adorableness which he nearly sneered at but refrained from doing so. He had to remain innocent after all. His outfits all screamed pureblood. He was going to learn the traditions this time around, looking back he realized why purebloods hated muggleborns. They come into their world judging and changing their way of life. You couldn't blame them for disliking their existence. He was not going to be clueless this time. Perhaps he'll make a few allies with some mannerism and charm. He then strolled down to the bookstore. As soon as he entered, he was in heaven. The truth was he loved learning, but with Ron's constant nagging he never really had the chance to read and Hermoine's lecturing when he did have a book was irritating as hell. He grabbed dozens of books on all kinds of subjects, paid, then proceeded to shrink them wandlessly (to the shock of the clerk), and leaving. He made a couple more stops, first to get a custom trunk. His new trunk was warded so only his parseltongue password could open it and had several expansion charms to not only fit half the Hogwarts' library, but several potion stores and wardrobes. It was a smooth green velvet with pure silver rims and had a metal snake wrapped around it. The trunk would also weigh nearly nothing and could fall off the astronomy tower without damage. He bid the man farewell after receiving his trunk (with a long, long wait), and went to his last stop.

He quietly headed down to Knockturn alley, along with some notice me not charms to avoid creeps. He made his way to a sketchy shop, with a sign that only stated WANDS. He opened the creaking door and entered the dreary shop. The walls stacked with strange ingredients and the floorboards squeaked each step. Everything had a layer of dust on it, and the only light available was the two cracked windows in the front. Suddenly he felt a presence behind him and turned around to see a young witch. She looked about 20, with dark purple robes and long messy hair reaching down her back. She gave him a small smile.

"Hello young one, here for a wand?" She asked in a baby voice. Squashing his annoyance, he simply nodded. "Great! So, I'll explain this quickly, step into the middle of the room and let your magic out. Slowly move your hand around the room and the proper cores and woods will fly into your hand." She informed him. Harry nodded again and closed his eyes. He felt his magic fill the room to the brink. Everything felt light and floaty, and calm waves of magic washed over him. He took a deep breath and waved his hand around the room. He could hear different clashes of bottles and next thing he knows he has a core and a piece of wood in his hand. "Ah, interesting lad, dementors cloak and blackthorn. Both incredibly dark and symbolizes death. Now I'm sure you'd like this untraced?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. Harry nodded once again, and she clapped. "Great, come back in 5, I'll help you then. Without another word, she grabbed the materials and headed behind the desk. Harry decided to explore Knockturn again, still with his charms in place. The streets unlike Diagon, were empty and dirty. The floor was covered in grime and the shops looked half abandoned. He went into some artifact filled stores and started scouting. Ignoring the creepy stare of the worker, he made his way to the weapons to look for something suitable. He wasn't going to take any chances, even if he was immortal. Nothing stood out to him, until he saw a peculiar black box. He opened the lid to see the most exquisite daggers he'd ever seen. They were shiny, reflecting like a mirror, and had a shimmer of gold. The dagger was sharp and long, but with a beautiful handle. The handle had two snakes intertwined around it with emeralds as eyes. The knife had runes engraved into it, and the note in the box said it has a tether to him and had poison absorbed inside. He quickly grabbed the box and was about to purchase it when something else caught his eye. In the jewelry section was a small, gorgeous ear cuff. It was matt black in the shape of a serpent, wrapping around the rim of ear. Hanging on the tail was a small teardrop shaped emerald, the exact shade of his eyes. He delicately picked it up and decided to purchase it. Heading to the cashier they silently cashed them in (the best part of Knockturn was no one asked questions) and he headed back to the wand store with his things. He made a note when passing a pet shop window to find Hedwig his beloved owl again when he was 11, and to purchase a snake as well for a familiar. He grabbed his wand, which was gorgeous. The smooth black wand had vines curling in a spiral with tiny leaves spurting out, and the handle had little diamonds engraved inside the edges. He bid the women farewell after paying for the wand (even to him a custom wand was expensive) and apparated home. Directly in his bedroom, he put away all his purchases in his new trunk, organized the books by subject and alphabet, then went to check on his requests. On the kitchen table was boxes of labelled potion ingredients and inside his cabinets was a load of food in all varieties. Peaking outside the garden, he saw all the plants potted and growing. Satisfied, he requested Kreacher to make some dinner, and he headed upstairs to do some planning. He realized that due to his physical age, it wouldn't be a good idea to contact Padfoot or Moony, even worse Snape. He settled on getting a secret trial for Sirius, in turn he'd 'kidnap' him after his trial to explain. Devising a plan, he would simply apparate to the Weasleys, steal the rat, and imperio him to turn himself in. He'd use his abilities to disguise as an inspector, then take him when he is released. He knew he could trust Sirius with his secrets, and he was the closest thing he had as family. The one person he knew would understand and support him was his godfather. He truly cared deeply for him, so he could only hope he'd accept the path he has chosen. Remus was another story. While he knew the man, they weren't close, and he still felt betrayed he never looked for him while he suffered at the hands of his relatives. That made him reluctant to contact him. However, he knew he cared as he showed him in third year, and perhaps he could build a relationship with the man. He decided to wait till he met with Sirius. Snape, he settled for waiting till Hogwarts. He had no clue how loyal he was to Dumbledore, and the man would assume he was an imposter without reason. There was no way he'd suffer through that nonsense. And so, he made his plans, and headed down to dinner with a book on Death Magic in his hands.