The Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter

To Gringotts

A/N I own absolutely nothing everything belongs to the brilliant J K Rowling.

Platform 9 3/4 Third Week of June 1993

Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived. Slayer of Slytherin's Basilisk. Was filled with trepidation as he stepped off the Hogwarts Express. He said goodbye to Hermione and the Weasley's before he began to walk towards the barrier between the platform. As he walked Harry's mind began to wander; the year had been utter hell, almost the entire school had turned against him simply because he was a parseltongue. He could count those that had bothered to help him few that they were: Hermione, the Twins, his roommates (minus Ron), the Griffindor quidditch team, a third year called Cormac Mclaggen, Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott, a first year Luna Lovegood, Madam Pomfrey, professor Mcgonagall, professor Flitwick and three Slytherins: Zabini, Davis and Greengrass.

He remembered something the last person on his list told him. "Let no one control you Potter" she'd said that after discreetly casting a colour change jinx on a pair of Hufflepuff fourth years.

The nearer he got to the gate the more those words circled around in his head. It played over and over like a mantra he hadn't realised that he'd stopped walking until he heard a throat being cleared from behind him, quickly moving aside to let the elderly witch pass he fell back into his thoughts and slowly a plan formed.

Looking around the platform he spotted what he was looking for. A fire place. Darting between the thinning crowds of waiting parents, Harry reached the merrily crackling hearth and saw a large pot of floo powder, grabbing a pinch of it he flung it into the fire.

Gripping tightly to both his trunk and Hedwig's empty cage, he'd let her out earlier in the day so she could hunt, he called out his destination.

"Diagon Alley"

Diagon Alley

Harry tumbled out of the floo with a oomph, his trunk had landed on his back, he heard a snort and glared at the witch who had been waiting to use the floo. Muffling her laughter she helped him up thanking her quietly the embarrassed teen tore down the alley away from the cackling witch.

He looked down the alley and was surprised at how quiet it was without so many students getting their Hogwarts supplies. The place seemed totally different with so few people in it. The building seemed to loom over the alley, the dirty cobbles seemed to actually form some sort of pattern in front of Gringotts.

He began to move towards the bank working out the plan he had in the back of his mind. He was so deep in thought that he hadn't even realised that he was in front of a teller until he cleared his throat, glancing up harry could tell that it wasn't the first time he'd tried to get his attention.

Flushing Harry began to speak

"Good Afternoon, I'm Harry Potter I'd like to withdraw funds from my vault."

"Which vault?" Grumbled the Goblin

Harry blinked in confusion "What do you mean which vault I only have one." Harry finished, the Goblin looked at Harry as if he were mad. Quickly the goblin, Axepick according to his name tag, closed his booth and beckoned the boy to follow him.

The hallway that Axepick led him through were completely different from what he'd seen on his previous trips. These walls were made from what appeared to be marble the floor was covered by wood the colour of pitch, eventually they stopped in front of a tall brown door. Big gold letters said Ragknus, head of Potter accounts.