New destinies

Old problems!

The battle had ended, Voldemort was vanquished. It was time for Harry's happiness, or was it?

Harry walked into the great hall of Hogwarts, only one person on his mind.. Hermione Granger, she was standing with the grieving Weasleys holding Ron tight as he cried over the body of his brother Fred, Harry walked out of the Great hall and on to the destroyed grounds of Hogwarts.

As he walked toward the Black lake, the giant squid was lazing near the surface as if nothing had ever happened. The tree near the lake still stood its branches and spring leaves reaching up for the morning sun. He spied a small girl with blond Hair sitting beneath the tree, Her moving gently with the morning breeze. He walked across the burnt and now barren landscape toward her, as he got closer he noticed the fresh blood pooling beside her.

Luna Had slit her wrists, she was alive but barely. He took out his wand and tried to seal the wounds, She was too far gone her Last words were "I'm in Love with you Harry!"

Hermione saw the dejected look on Harry's face as he turned to leave the Great Hall. She had just told Ron she could not be his girl. The kiss they shared during the battle was only between friends; she didn't love him as any more than a brother. Ron of course started a jealous rant that held Hermione from getting to Harry quickly.

Fred was hovering above his body trying to get back in, trying to tell his family he was alright. When he saw Hermione run out of the Hall with he followed he some how knew he needed to be there.

Ginny with her obsession with Harry saw this happening. In sixth year she had listened to her mother and began giving Harry love potions. She knew it had been wrong, but in her addled brain she had to have her hero. She had never been the same after her first year; her family couldn't afford a mid healer, so she never got over the rest of it.

Neville saw the parade leaving the Great Hall one by one, Ginny the last. He had worked with her all year; together they thwarted the death eaters in charge of the school. He loved the little red head more than he could say. He followed to see what was happening.

As the group approached they heard a scream erupt from Harry, as the scream ended a white light of magic erupted from Harry like unto an explosion. Then for all of them darkness over took them.

Harry awoke in pain; his left arm was in pain the place was dark and smelled of urine. His cupboard it was the night after he'd transported himself to the roof of the school.

All he could think of was how…why? He started to plan, He knew the future. He placed his right hand on the break and willed his magic to heal the break in his arm. He was tired when he finished but the pain was gone. He fell into a deep sleep.

He awoke again two days latter. He was as dry as could be. He could feel his magic sustaining him. He wandlessly conjured a glass of water and drank deeply. Then it was time to start thinking. He needed to get out of this house, but at this time he had no friends no where to go. He thought for a moment "the goblins" he had plenty of money in his vault…his parents must have left more. He was also the scion of the house of Black. With Sirius in Azkaban he could take those over too. He would just have to apperate. He waited until it was quiet that night and apperated to Diagon Alley.

He stayed in the shadows until morning, he found a small sandwich, and considering his hunger he ate it quickly.

Harry was small enough to go unnoticed through out the night. When the sun rose and businesses began to open he needed to be more careful. At long last he saw the Goblin guards open the bank doors and moved directly in.

He went to the first teller, "Excuse me sir, I'm Harry Potter and need to see the Potter account manager."

The elder goblin looked down on the young wizard with distain. "Many come in saying they are Harry Potter, all are turned away. Would you be willing to take a blood test to prove who you are? If you are not Mr. Potter you will be working in the dragon pits."

Harry stood up as tall as a seven year old can. "I have no doubt you shall eat those words sir, as I am He! I will gladly take your blood test."

The Goblin grinned; a sight most would prefer to never see. He took Harry's hand and sliced open his thumb with a brass dagger.

He pressed Harry's thumb to a piece of parchment and waited.

The parchment confirmed Harry's identity, so he was taken to his account manager.

The walk to the account manager's office seemed endless. Harry was taken down a myriad of hallways, all marble with paintings depicting battles with goblins blood gore all depicted in lifelike precision.

When they finally reached the office, Harry was escorted inside. The office was the over the top opulent. The walls were white marble veined with gold, trimmed in mahogany. The furnishings looked hundreds of years old yet were in like new condition. The walls were adorned with all types of melee weapons. The desk seemed a bit tall and made of polished onyx, stacked with parchment and folders.

The Goblin stood before Harry. "How may I assist you my Lord?"