Harry Potter In Changed Prophecy And The Philosopher's Stone -Book 01- Chapter 7 Platform-Nine-And-Three-Quarters (PT-01).

Situated in one of the many corridors of Kings Cross Station, two people were currently walking side by side.

On the right side, there was an exceptionally large man compared to the common standard, whose extravagant clothes drew even more attention.

- What are you looking at? - The man exclaimed exasperatedly at a couple who had just passed by staring at him, while the man beside him continued to focus on his book, which had the cover title:

"Hogwarts: A History."

Despite the common name, the story was quite interesting if one had the energy and patience for the lengthy details it contained.

- Damn, is it that late already!? Sorry Harry, I have to leave you, Dumbledore must be wanting to... - The man said, and Potter finally paid attention as he watched him touch the pocket of his large coat, which held a secret item related to one of the recently accessed vaults. - Well, he must be wanting to see me... Anyway, your train leaves in half an hour, here's your ticket, keep it safe, understand? Keep it safe. - The large man finally said to Harry, who took the ticket, looking at it curiously.

- Wait a minute... It says Platform 9 ¾! This platform doesn't exist, does it? - Harry inquired this time, looking up, only to his surprise find no one there.

- "Looks like I'll have to figure this out on my own." - He thought as a group of girls passed by him, giggling, and he followed them with his gaze, responding to the flirtation, stopping only when he saw the station's central clock.

Noting that it was 10:31, he finally decided to act on his own. He had liked Hagrid a lot, as he had offered the opportunity to a new world away from his uncles. However, amidst this, Harry harbored a huge distrust regarding his entire inheritance and the opportunities handed to him on a silver platter.

It wasn't out of malice, but he had not trusted anyone lightly since a very young age, knowing well how humans could hide their true faces, just as he always did. He wouldn't allow himself to be used and much less have the newly obtained control over what he could now truly call his life, taken away.

With these thoughts circling his mind, he quickly returned to the station entrance where he had stored his luggage and owl in the respective area, letting only his phoenix chick continue to nestle in the inner pocket of his blazer. Running out of the station, which was situated a few blocks from the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron, he felt as if he was moving away from a magical area, just as he had felt when he left his house and seemed to pass through an invisible veil, keeping that in mind for later answers.

[ ... ]

Hurrying back to the Leaky Cauldron, Harry saw surprise on the face of Martha Abbot, who was at the reception desk, but she quickly realized he was rushing to the back. He found it odd that he felt a sharp pain in his scar after looking at a man wearing a turban, but he soon reached his destination where he repeated the process of entering what he felt was an invisible magical veil into Diagon Alley.

Running swiftly through the people in the alley, Harry quickly reached Gringotts bank, where he noticed with surprise that he had lost ten minutes in all this rush, making him realize he needed to hurry.

Entering the enormous bank cordially, he still found the presence of goblins strange, as until a day ago, it was absurd for him to say they existed. He finally approached the main teller, whom Harry noticed was different from the one who had attended to him previously.

- Well, to what do we owe the presence of the great Harry Potter. - The previously quiet goblin commented with a slight sarcasm in his voice, able to recognize who the man was due to the prominent scar on his forehead, which kept his hair back.

- It's just Harry... I need to know something very important and I'm in a bit of a hurry as I have to catch the train to Hogwarts... can you help me? - Harry responded, seeing the goblin adjust professionally and even respectfully based on his expressions. This left Harry confused about whether it was because of the straightforward and no-nonsense request or because it was a request and not a pathetic order like the wizard beside him, who seemed to be enraging the neighboring goblin.

Seeing that he could continue and wouldn't be extorted like with Griphook, Harry finally began:

- I know my parents had accounts here, along with the trust fund account I accessed recently, but... is there anything regarding them that you can share with me? - Harry asked quickly, to which the goblin promptly responded categorically.

- Only your guardian has such information available to respond to you. - The goblin replied with an intriguing look.

- Could you tell me who this guardian is? - Harry quickly asked, confused, as he somewhat believed it to be Hagrid, but still had doubts. - I know my guardians are Vernon and Petunia Dursley, but they practically kicked me out of the house and I never had any contact with wizards or witches from any magical society... until the day before, of course.

- Well, what kind of question is that! It's obviously Albus Percival Brian Wulfric Dumbledore... the current headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. - The goblin responded somewhat suspiciously, as the fact that the boy didn't know about his guardian could be quite serious in the eyes of the ministry.

- The thing is, I've never seen this Dumbledore in my life. In fact, I didn't even know this wizarding world existed until a few days ago. - Harry said this time, spreading his arms in reference to the entirety around him. Some wizards and witches nearby, accompanied by their children, could hear him. - It's been less than a day since I was informed about the magical world through a Hogwarts enrollment letter. - Harry finally explained, to which the goblin alerted him.

- Mr. Potter, I ask you to reconsider what you just said, as such information is extremely serious, especially for you, as every wizard must have at least three annual contacts with their magical guardian. Being deprived of basic knowledge regarding our bank is a serious crime in the eyes of your ministry of magic and the statutes that surround us after the last great rebellion, which could cause serious problems for your guardian."

- I say and reaffirm! I've never seen this Dumbledore, and until a few days ago, my obligations were to work to save money and pay tuition at a school where I could study without interference from my uncles, who mostly wanted to forcibly enroll me in a reform school for juvenile delinquents. - Harry reaffirmed once more, to which this time, the goblin showed real surprise, as he noticed a slight sadness in Potter's gaze.

The goblins' eyes were very sharp. It was noticeable that the boy's gaze was serious, hiding past traumas. His well-built body was filled with dark magic emanating from his scar, seemingly sustaining itself in place of bones and muscles. Lastly, the fact that he had a thin visible scar on his neck could signify signs of childhood abuse.

Such abuses must have stopped the moment his body grew and developed abnormally for his common age.

Quickly searching for something under his desk, the goblin finally pulled out a document from the many they had there, where it was noticeable that it was already worn out by the yellowish coloring of the leaflet.

Staring at Harry followed by the parchment, the goblin pondered silently, then soon got up and asked Potter to accompany him away from prying ears, though somewhat futile as a little child seemed to be asking her mother if that was why the Boy-Who-Lived never replied to her letters.

Harry found it odd to walk to a dead-end corridor, but to his surprise, the goblin ran his hand over the wide wall, which simply revealed hints of a metallic door.

That door led to an elevator that took them down at an astonishing speed, making Potter feel dizzy.

After a sudden stop, they finally exited the elevator into what turned out to be a single, enormous room filled with hundreds of manuscripts and parchments, many of which were being automatically stamped, as if by magic, with quills floating and writing by themselves.

It was a brilliant display of magic that astonished Harry even more.

They finally reached the end of the room where an old man sat in a large upholstered armchair.

- What is it, Dhigo? - The surprisingly imposing voice of the old man filled the room as the supposed goblin went up to him and communicated in a strange and unique language, causing the man's expressions to change in a way that Harry couldn't tell if it was surprise, anger, or even hatred.

Signaling for the goblin to leave, Potter bid him a cordial farewell, an act that made the goblin show surprise at being treated so politely by a wizard.

As the goblin left the room slightly pleased, Potter finally heard:

- First of all, it's an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Potter. My name is Not, and I would like to ask you a few questions. - The man introduced himself while Harry nodded in agreement.

[ ... ]

Five minutes had passed since the man, named Not, had started asking various questions about Harry's life, from when he had such a mature appearance being an eleven-year-old boy, to the presence of the supposed magical guardian negligent of his duties who had never introduced himself to Potter.

With each answer given, the old man's expression darkened, causing him to clench his fists in apparent anger and irritation.

- Sir, could you explain the reason for all this? - Harry asked as the man finished asking various questions, and with a wave of the old man's wand, some documents came floating to his desk.

- First: You have an absent guardian who has deprived you of all the magical knowledge that is your right, especially knowledge regarding your obligations to our bank over these years. - Not began to explain. - It was already strange that I was suddenly hired as the manager of your accounts eleven years ago, with no further explanations and an immediate replacement of the former manager who had always had dealings with the oldest and most noble Potter house.

- Second: The fact that your bank account has a fixed amount withdrawn every month destined for these Dursleys, and knowing that a child was forced to work to support himself, makes me extremely angry.

- And third and finally: The fact that they deceived me into believing that the Potter inheritance was being entrusted to the care of the heir of an old and noble house, when, in fact, it was diverted to who knows what malicious ends, along with the fact that Dumbledore continues to be a wretched two-faced man who carries the world on his shoulders and sees no problem in manipulating everything to his opinion, disregarding others' in the process," the man finally said while using his wand, causing several documents to quickly emerge from a wall drawer, extending them to the boy who took them immediately.

- These here are the amounts of galleons withdrawn monthly, converted into global currencies and given to your uncles who deprived you of everything until today. - The man informed, somewhat angrily with the situation. - To simplify the value presented in this summary, these are the annual amounts withdrawn from your trust vault.

== Annual Accounting of the Potter Trust Vault ==

{ Year of 1981 }

500G \ R$50,000