After the attack the ministers are making effort to clean the mess from the battle with the dead bodies being send to the morgue while the injured wizards and witches are sent to the st mungos hospital.

Meanwhile while all of this is happening Dumbledore was making attempt to contact the members of the Wizengamot here as soon as possible, if he were to have a chance of preventing Harry from disappearing. He wasn't going to have another angry young wizard disappearing, only to reappear as the newest Dark Lord. Harry's anger needed to be negated or at least turned outward so it could be dealt with and since he was partially responsible for the situation, it was up to him to try and fix it. However unknown to Dumbledore his actions will indirectly lead to something more worst than a new dark lord.
….
Harry was currently back in the other world, which he named the void, meditating to clear his head and plotting his next move, which is to go to Gringotts. Once his business was concluded, he intended to disappear into the non-magical world forever, and if he was lucky, he would be able to finish his business with Gringotts today, but given his usual luck, he wasn't counting on it. He instantly opened a portal, which led him to an alleyway not far from Gringotts. After going through the portal and into the alleyway, he set up a glamour to avoid attracting attention.

He then made his way inside Gringotts, where it was fairly quiet, but surprisingly enough, there were several wizards in the bank conducting business. Not wanting to alert the wizards to his identity, Harry walked up to one of the goblins seated behind a desk and said, "I would like to speak with an account manager regarding my account."

"And which account might that be?" The goblin asked in a disinterest voice.

Handing over a folded slip of paper, Harry said, "I would like this matter to remain confidential."

After taking a look at what was written on the paper the goblin gaped at him like a stunned shark. He quickly recovered and requested, "Give me a moment to fetch a manager."

He returned a few minutes later, accompanied by an elegantly dressed older goblin.

"If you'll follow me, sir." Harry was surprised by the slight hint of respect he could hear in the new goblin's voice.
The goblin led him to an impressive looking office.

Once the door was closed, the goblin gestured to the comfortable chair on the other side of the desk and requested, "Would please drop the glamour, Mr. Potter? I need to be certain of who I am speaking to."

Seeing no reason not to, Harry dropped the disguise.

The goblin gave a quick glance to the scar on his forehead before saying, "While I may not be the first, I want to thank you for ridding both our races of the Dark Lord."

Harry just nodded not saying anything since he wanted to end his business as quickly as possible.

Getting down to business, the goblin said, "My name is Ironknife Greeva. I am a branch manager for Gringotts. How may we assist you today, sir?"

Before Harry could say a word there was a knock on the door.

"Excuse me a moment, Mr. Potter." Greeva apologised. "Come."

"Sorry to disturb you, sirs," the goblin in the doorway apologised, "but Headmaster Albus Dumbledore wishes to speak with your client."

The goblins watched Harry's face take on a look of disgust as he commented, "I wonder how the old fool found me."

"Probably tracked you by your magical aura." Greeva told him. "It gives a more precise location than a point me spell. It's similar to what is used with the tracking clocks, but it requires Ministry or Wizengamot approval to use and you have to be a fairly powerful wizard to work it. Those who are aware of the Ministry's ability to cast this spell are generally also the quickest to learn how to mask their aura."

"Which means it would be pointless to deny I am here." Harry ground out between clenched teeth.

"We can ask him to wait," the goblin by the door offered.

A smile appeared on Harry's face at the thought of the great Albus Dumbledore having to wait. "I would appreciate that."
At Greeva's nod of approval, the goblin left, closing the door behind him.

"I'd better get down to business," Harry told Greeva. "I don't think Dumbledore is going to wait out there too long before he comes barging in here."

"He is a wizard with a rather inflated sense of his own importance though he doesn't flaunt it much." Greeva observed. "We goblins have also noticed that he is very good at talking people into doing things. Even things they don't want to do."

"I've had first hand experience with that aspect of Dumbledore's character." Harry commented dryly. "I came here today to get a listing of all my holdings."

Greeva looked thoughtful. "While I can provide you with a listing of the vaults and holdings from both the Potter and Black Estates today, that would not tell us if you are entitled to any other properties or vaults in either the wizard or muggle worlds. To find that information, you would first need to go through the Inheritance Ritual."

"I've never heard of this ritual. Then again I don't know that much about the wizarding world, other than what I've picked up during my short time in the wizarding world. What does this ritual involve?" Harry asked curious.

"It would be easier to show you." Greeva got up from his desk and went over to tap a section of the panelling on his office wall. The panel melted away to reveal a small door similar to the ones in the vaults below the bank. Greeva ran a finger over the door in an intricate pattern and the door popped open.

The goblin pulled out a thin metal box about the size of a legal pad and after restoring everything to its original state, brought the box to his desk.

"After I say the spell to activate it, you place your left hand here." Greeva indicated the hand shaped depression on the top of the box. "It will draw a little blood and read your magical aura, then any estates or holdings, that you are entitled to inherit will appear on a list within the box. Until the document within is removed, you will be the only one who can open it after that since it will be keyed to your magical signature."

After a few moments debate Harry placed his hand in the handprint on the box. There was a small stab of pain then a green glow surrounded his hand and the box.

When the glow disappeared, Greeva said, "You can remove your hand. Now we wait. This could take a bit."
As Harry resumed his seat, he glanced at the door and asked. "Would Dumbledore know the purpose of that box?"
Surprised by the unexpected question, Greeva looked at the door and asked a question of his own. "Is he coming?"
Harry nodded. He could feel the Headmaster's magical essence moving closer.

Greeva quickly concealed his surprise. There hadn't been a wizard who could sense auras from more than a few feet away since the time of Merlin."No he wouldn't. With the advent of magically binding wills about two hundred years ago, the inheritance ritual has become a thing that is rarely used these days and generally only in instances where there is no clear line of inheritance. We may start seeing it used more often though, now that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is gone. A good many families were wiped out during the Dark Lord's reign of terror, leaving those with only the most tenuous ties to a family with a chance to inherit estates and monies."

As soon as he'd finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

"Come," Greeva barked. When the goblin entered, he said, "Yes, Griphook."

"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but the head of the Wizengamot, Albus Dumbledore, would like to speak with your client. He says it is a matter of the utmost urgency."

Harry snorted at that."Dumbledore must really want to talk to you." Greeva commented unnecessarily. "By invoking his rights as Head of the Wizengamot, we are required to admit him now."

"Bastard no doubt wants to stop me from leaving the wizarding world." Harry said with in a cold tone.

"Since we can no longer delay his intrusion, would it be possible for us to conclude our business another time?" Harrt ask as he gave the box a meaningful glance.

"Of course, Mr. Potter." Greeva was quick to assure him. "Come back whenever you want and ask for me. If I am unavailable, I will make this information available to one of the other managers. Now before Mr. Dumbledore comes in, is there anything else we at Gringotts can help you with today?"

"Yes. After I conclude my talk with Dumbledore, I would like to visit my vault to withdraw some money and get it converted to muggle currency."

"Very well," Greeva gestured to Griphook. "Bring him in and then wait outside to escort Mr. Potter to his vault."
….
"Hello Harry," Dumbledore greeted the younger wizard as he came into the office.

"Potter." Harry was quick to correct him.

Seeing the icy green eyes staring at him from an impassive face, Dumbledore lost his train of thought. "Sorry."

"You may call me, Mr. Potter." Harry repeated. "I am Harry to my friends and those I trust."

Dumbledore winced at the stated lack of trust, but knew he had no one but himself to blame. He had thrown the boy away at the first hint that he might be turning Dark. He, of all people, should have known better. "Maybe we should discuss this someplace else."

"If you think I'm going anywhere with you, old man, then you really are senile." Harry countered hotly.

"Then sirs," Dumbledore looked at the two goblins, "may I request some privacy? Mr. Potter and I have some confidential matters to discuss."

"I want them to stay," Harry quickly disagreed, "as witnesses if nothing else. Just say what you came to say then leave me alone."

"First, I would like to apolo..." Dumbledore began.

"Don't! Just don't! No apology can undo what you did. You threw me to the wolves... you send me to Azkaban and snap my wand and you think a simple apology can undo everything . Just get on what you want to said." Harry said as he was just barely managing to hang on to his temper.

"Very well," Dumbledore straightened up and held out three small rolls of parchment to Harry.

Harry eyed them suspiciously but didn't touch them.

"They aren't intended to hurt you, Ha... Mr. Potter." Dumbledore told him.

Harry still didn't touch them. "What are they?"

"Two are from the Ministry. The first is basically stating that you have been cleared of all charges and the conviction has been overturned. The second states that they have provided monetary compensation for the time you spent in Azkaban. It also shows the monetary compensation that has been awarded to Sirius' estate since he too has been cleared of all charged once Peter have revealed himself to be alive during the attack on the ministry. You are his primary heir and therefore have the right to that information." Dumbledore told him.

"As if money can make up for the damage that place did to me or Sirius." Harry muttered but they all heard him.

Wisely deciding to make no comment, Dumbledore indicated the parchment roll with the purple seal. "That one is from Hogwarts. You have been readmitted to the school and will be starting your fifth year classes on September 1st."

"Well, I won't be going back to that hellhole you call a school." Harry said with his voice full of anger and unseen by everyone his eyes turn red for a second. "I told you back at the ministry , I am leaving .Are you that senile that you forget.”

"I'm afraid you have no choice, Harry." At the icy green glare from the younger wizard, Dumbledore hurried on. "Per a decree by the Wizengamot, any under-aged wizard who is enrolled at a magical school must complete their education at the school where they started, unless their guardian requests a change of school in front of the Wizengamot and provides a good reason as to the need for the change."

"I was expelled by you Dumbledork" Harry growled. "That means you kicked me out, so that decree doesn't apply to me."

Dumbledore looked solemn. "I'm afraid it does. Since you were proven innocent of the crime you were expelled for, your name has been put back on the rolls of those students attending Hogwarts."

"You just can't resist meddling in other peoples life , can you, you stupid old man ?" Harry paused trying to regain his temper, then asked. "And what if I decide to ignore this decree? Which I'm certain is a fairly recent one, or Hagrid, would have been readmitted once it was proved he wasn't responsible for Moaning Myrtle's death."

Dumbledore decided to ignore the accusation of meddling, especially since it was true. And he certainly wasn't going to admit that the decree was less than twenty-four hours old. He was on shaky enough ground with Harry as it was. That decree was meant for one and only one person, Harry Potter. "Hagrid was too old by the time he was found innocent. While that does entitle him to get a new wand, at the time he was found innocent in your second year, he was no longer under-age so the decree didn't and doesn't apply to him."

He paused for a moment looking for the right words to answer Harry's question and avoid angering the younger wizard further. Young Potter during his fight with Voldemort have proven that he have somehow become a powerful wizard one that might even surpass him, though Dumbledore didn't know how he'd gained such power. While he was fairly certain that Harry's basic character hadn't changed all that much, Dumbledore knew he was treading on very thin ice where the boy was concerned. Harry had never been one to intentionally harm another, and would only hurt those who had first hurt him and given that he had done a great deal of harm to the boy, though most of it had been unintentional, right now Dumbledore knew he was a prime target for the boy's rage. The last thing he wanted was that power turned on him the way it had been turned on Voldemort. He decided to tell him a partial truth. "You have no choice about coming back, Mr. Potter. When you first set foot on the Hogwarts grounds, you became subject to a binding magical contract that is intended to insure that you would complete your education there unless, as I said before, there is a request to change schools submitted to and approved by the Wizengamot. It will force you to return, since your name is on the roll of returning students for this year."

"You know that's twice now I've been told I'm subject to a binding magical contract and I've never seen either contract." Harry observed then glanced at Greeva. "I didn't know it was possible for minors to enter into legally and magically binding agreements and I know my Aunt who is my legal guardian, at least for now, didn't agree to it. So it can't be binding, can it?"

Surprised and yet oddly pleased that the most powerful wizard of the age trusted a goblin to tell him the truth instead of Albus Dumbledore, Greeva told him, "A minor can not enter into a magically contract, however, once you set foot on Hogwarts grounds, that constituted your aunt's acceptance of the agreement. Even if your Aunt never gave her vocal or written approval, by allowing you to go at all it was considered implied consent."
"So in other words I have no choice in this matter."

The comment was directed to Greeva, but Dumbledore answered it. "No, you don't, Mr. Potter, at least not until you turn eighteen or complete your magical education, whichever comes first."

"And what if I choose to ignore your 'binding magical contract'?" Harry inquired. "Will you send Aurors or members of the Order to fetch me, assuming they are brave enough to come?"

"You have no choice." Dumbledore repeated. "The contract will force you to comply."

Dumbledore wasn't really sure about that, but he could bluff with the best of them. The school might indeed consider the contract null and void in Harry's case, given that he, who in essence represented the school and all powers contained within it, had indeed snapped Harry's wand.

"Ah, so there is a legal version of the Imperious curse." Harry commented. "You just use it on children. I wonder if the parents of muggle-born children are told. I doubt it because if they knew, they wouldn't let their children within a thousand miles of any magical school."

Dumbledore's face grew stormy at the thought of the spell that insured magical children got a complete education being compared to the Imperious curse. "We do not use the Imperious curse on children."

"You don't." Harry just smirked. "What would you call a spell that forces a child to return somewhere they don't want to go? I suppose it does something to encourage them not to change their minds. That is coercion, Dumbledork. Look it up in a dictionary."

Dumbledore knew there was nothing he could say to change Harry's mind about the purpose of the spell that insured children completed their magical education so he didn't even try.

His face once more an expressionless mask, Harry resigned himself to spending a few more years among the hypocrites of the wizarding world, before he could finally be free of it for good. He could probably break the spell, but that would mean going to Hogwarts anyway, since it was probably the source of the spell. The problem was that if the spell had existed since the Founders time, then it was probably woven into the other spells surrounding the castle, which would mean any attempts to negate it, might bring the castle crashing down. Thinking about it for a few moments, Harry decided to comply, at least for now. In a way it was a better solution for the long run, he wouldn't have to rush disposing of whatever property he had in the wizarding world and he would have a chance to make those fools at Hogwarts pay. Yes a much better solution all round.

Deciding not to let Dumbledore know he'd won so soon, Harry asked, ". "Where's Hedwig? Did those fools from Gryffindor kill her after they destroyed everything else I owned, while the teachers stood by and watched?" He said that last one with his voice full of anger as he remembered that day clearly.

That idiotic minister Fudge and the group of Aurors were dragging him out of Hogwarts, they encountered the Gryffindor students who had apparently decided to give him a little send off. His housemates led by Granger and the Weasel, were waiting out on the lawn in front of the main entrance, with the heads of the four houses off to one side, and all his things piled up in front of them. As soon as his fellow Gryffindors had caught sight of him, they began hurling foul epithets at him.
Fudge had seemed quite pleased by their reaction to his supposed disgrace and had been more than willing to stand there while they verbally ripped Harry to shreds. Ron and Hermione had something more planned though. As one they raised their wands and shouted, "Incendious!”His belongings burst into flame. Struggling against the iron grip of the two Aurors holding him, Harry wanted to try and save at least his Firebolt, the only remaining gift he had from his godfather, but he couldn't get free. As his things continued to burn and the Gryffindors to cheer at the sight, Harry saw Hermione was holding something else up. His photo albumShe had waited until he saw her holding it before casting it into the flames.Harry fought even harder trying to get free, but it was futile. Tears ran down his face, as he was forced to watch the only images he'd ever had of his parents burned to cinders.The heads of House made no attempt to stop the impromptu bonfire. They just stood there and watched his things burn.

"No, Hedwig is alive." The Headmaster was quick to reassure him. "However... I don't know where she is. Miss Granger decided that she would keep Hedwig, but Hedwig must have decided she didn't want to change masters."

"You mean she knew that miss know it all had betrayed me and wanted nothing to do with her." Harry corrected him. "What did she do?"

"The first time Miss Granger tried to use Hedwig to send a letter, your owl bit her hand to the bone and raked her talons across Miss Granger's head. She took off and hasn't been seen since." Dumbledore told him.

"Good for her.I hope she is okay, but at least she is free of your world of double-standards." Harry was pleased by the news that Hedwig might still be alive. He hoped she would return to him now that he was free but if she didn't he at least took comfort in the knowledge that beloved familiar wasn't serving one of his two-faced former friends. "If there is nothing else we need to discuss, then I will see you in September."

Dumbledore looked a little sheepish as he said, "There is one other matter."

"What now?" Harry couldn't think of anything else the old bastard could want with him.

"We need to make arrangements for where you are going to be staying until the start of term." Dumbledore finally said.

" "You will not tell me where to go."!" Harry got to his feet tired of dealing with the interfering old wizard.

"You are still considered a minor, Harry," Dumbledore backed up at the icy glare. "We have been trying to come up with a suitable wizarding family for you to live with for the next month and a half, since you no longer need to be hidden from Voldemort or his Deatheaters."

"I will not say this again ." Harry growled. "You will be making no living arrangements for me! I already have my own place to live in and I don’t need anyone especially especially from you to tell me where I should sleep " Unknown to Harry and everyone for a second Harry right hand turn into a lion paw before turning back to normal . "One more thing Dumbledork I want no contact with anyone from the wizarding world, unless I choose to initiate it. No letters. No packages. No nothing. If anybody send me anything they will get it back with a very nasty hex attached to it. Do we understand each other?"

Off course non of them know that their can’t contact him at all even if their did try as he had made his home in the void.But no one knows that and he intend to keep it like that for now.

At the Headmaster's nod, Harry pushed past him and went out the door.
….
Harry walk out of Gringotts after he was done with his business. He didn’t not bothering to set up his glamour again as he couldn’t be bother. As soon as people saw him their decided to ask him for autograph and such but he just ignore them or tell them to buzz and if that didn’t work he let out his magic aura to scare them off. He was getting pretty good at letting out his magic aura.

"Harry, dear," a voice suddenly said. This cause Harry to turn and scowl as he saw the group of people he hated the most ,the Weasley family.

Mrs Weasley blustered forward, but Harry let out a powerful magic aura that made her step back in sudden fear while the Weasleys tensed. "Harry, please-."

"No, leave me alone," Harry said barley containing his anger as his eyes quickly flash red before turning back to their normal color.

"Harry, you must understand, the twins were hurt that-that night."

"So you decided I was guilty?" The disdain in Harry's voice was so thick you could cut it with a knife. "Tell me, Mrs Weasley, do you really think I'd want to spend any time with a family who lied about how dark and how evil I was? Nothing you say or do is going to make me change my mind, Mrs Weasley," Harry said,as he remembered that day clearly how she and all of his so call friends regaled the court with tales of how evil he was. Every adventure at Hogwarts was twisted to show him in the worst possible light. "Now, get this into your minds. I do not want anything to do with you and you stupid family . Stay away from me. Don't try to contact me because I won't reply." Harry walk away angrily from the Weasleys, ignoring the distraught expression on Mrs Weasley's face, wishing he could do more to make her and her entire family suffer for what their did to him. But decided that he does not want to deal with the fallout from it. As Harry walk he suddenly feel something was wrong with his left hand. Curious he check his left hand and saw it was slowly turning into a claw like those of the birds.He quickly put it in his pocket to hide it. Ever since he first left the void he still keep feeling changes happening to his mind and body . He don’t know what it is but it seems like whatever the void did to him it haven’t stop.

Author's Note

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