Harry first went to ‘Madam Malkin's’, the closest location to Gringotts for him to find his disguise. Harry didn't need any of the Hogwarts stuff yet and he didn't know anything about normal fashion let alone wizarding fashion. So in a bout of insanity requested help in choosing robes.
The shop assistant was far too enthusiastic in assisting Harry. She held up all sorts of clothing, imagining him in each. She picked out more than a dozen before promptly shoving him into the dressing room where he was accosted by clothes who magically replaced his previous rags. This happened for each set, the assistant had narrowed it down to six sets.
She said that she needed a second opinion, so she called out madam Malkin herself. Harry had to model all of the sets bar one, once again before they finally selected three sets. A green set matching his eyes, a blue set madam Malkin said she based off the Beauxbatons uniforms, and a black set since harry wanted one with less… flashy colors.
As soon as Harry had paid for the two sets of clothes they shrank for carrying and the one he was wearing, he requested his old rags be burned or something. To his surprise the pair of witches both pulled out their wands. With a flick of her wand and with an unusual glint in her eye, Madam Malkin incinerated the pile, her assistant then flicked her wand with a murmur and the pile of ashes vanished without a trace. It was somewhat cathartic to watch.
Harry thanked the duo even if it took him half of his self allotted time and most of his sanity.
Now with his new disguise, he stopped getting odd looks from other shoppers. Harry quickly visited a number of other shops, taking in the general idea of what was sold here and in what shops. The lack of anything even remotely modern confused him. The magical world had some fascinating products but they were still far behind in modern amenities. There were only two shops that sold anything aside from books that you could use to pass the time. A toy shop and a quidditch shop. No tv, computer, football, art, or music shops.
Harry finally made it all the way back to the glasses shop near the beginning of the alley. Entering the shop made him uncomfortable. There was a chime upon entering and there were all sorts of glasses on stands, but that wasn't what unnerved him. It was the mannequin heads with artificial eyes and how both the stands of glasses and the artificial eyes followed his movement as soon as he took a step.
“Just a minute” a woman called from the next room.
Harry browsed for a moment between all of the frames. Square, round, bulky, thin, invisible, sunglass lens, to the more exotic star shaped, and the winged. The variety was neat but he would have preferred contact lenses or something. The school librarian kept recommending them to him and it interested him. He wouldn't have to fumble around in the mornings to grab his glasses, he wouldn't have to worry about them falling, he wouldn't have to stare through the crack in the left lens nor clean them when they-
“Welcome young man to Lucy's Ludicrous Lenses” the voice from earlier said with a bow. “My name is Lucy, what can I do for you?”
Harry DIDN’T jump… he took a second to calm his breathing and looked at the woman. 30s, short, brown hair, odd tan clothing and wonky glasses. The glasses had at least 10 lenses on each eye and the left side was constantly shifting colors as they kept swapping.
“I’m Harry, I am in dire need of a new pair of glasses, I can hardly see out of these anymore.” Harry copied her bow, it was actually entertaining.
Lucy looked puzzled. “Erm right. Harry, what do you mean you can't see out of them? I cant recognize any magic from those lenses. Is it a new enchantment?”
Now it was Harry's turn to be puzzled, enchantments? Is that how they adjust your eyesight in the magical world? “No miss, these glasses aren't magical”
Lucy's face brightened up. “Ah! A Muggleborn then? Right then, allow me to explain. Most magicals are incapable of most impairments, poor eyesight is one of those. In fact it is unheard of, one your age needing glasses for poor eyesight. Usually the only people who have those issues are those past their prime… may I?” gesturing to his glasses.
Harry handed them to her. He couldn't really see but he could hear her lenses swapping more rapidly than before. It took little time for her to inspect them and hand them back.
They sat in silence as they both thought.
“Would you mind me inspecting your eyes? This is fascinating.”
Harry agreed and was led to a chair like contraption. He had to sit on it like a backwards school chair. He then put his face through the padded hole (think massage chair) where it was strapped down.
Harry was blinded by flashing lights of all sorts of colors being flashed directly into his eyes.
“I'm afraid I don't really know what this is, Harry. By all counts your eyes are perfect, in fact your vision ought to be better than perfect…”
It took Lucy minutes to leave her stupor and unstrap Harry from the blinding chair. They then browsed the shop for a bit. Harry- actually liked a few lenses, one let him see the flow of magic i.e. spells, wards, enchantments. Another lens was one that reflected Legilimency probes back to the caster for a small bit of magic from the wearer. He was recommended a healer in st mungos before he left.
By the time he left the shop it was nearing dark already. He decided a quick look into the owl shop wouldn't make him much later.
Harry walked each aisle hoping to find a familiar, a tug at his magic, a need to pick that one, just like his mom described but he was disappointed. There was nothing for him here.
Harry found himself back in bed with much to think about and not enough time before sleep claimed him.
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Harry spent the next day and a half doing his normal routine, plus the potions that the goblin healers made sure to have him promise to take every morning. He didn't enter Diagon alley or even left the Dursleys. He wouldn't have even left his cupboard if he didn't want to continue to empty his mana daily.
He had been recommended books by Ragnok himself, Harry knew there was at least the one on occlumency in his trunk but the others he didn't know.
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Time flew by. The Dursleys arrived ‘home’ at dark and didn't say a word before bed, Dudley didn't even do his usual stomping on his cupboard stairs.
The next morning Vernon gave his usual shout of ‘boy’ and dragged Harry to the kitchen. Harry did his usual routine and kept his head down. Everything was as usual until dinner time.
Harry was just cooking dinner as usual when everyone heard the front door slam. Harry, in the kitchen, had nowhere to escape and proceed to act like everything was normal.
Vernon stomped into the kitchen mumbling under his breath to see Harry preparing dinner, that's when it clicked. The little freak was the cause of this, IT's the reason his promotion was declined. Vernon grabbed the freak by the hair and took the boiling pasta it was preparing and slammed the whole dish into the freaks side.
Harry heard the footsteps then only pure agony.
Harry awoke to a blinding white light searing his eyes. After closing them he noticed the shouting, in the same language that Ragnok speaks, he really should find out the name for it. He tried to ask them to keep it down after confirming his head does indeed hurt from a headache, rather than someone sitting on it. What came out instead was closer to a dry croak. That was enough to stop the argument though and someone soon handed him a glass of water.
Once he got his eyes and words working, he managed to piece together what happened. Apparently his uncle was upset from work and took it out on him. He had burns down his entire body, multiple broken bones, internal bleeding and a pierced lung. The beating wasn't even long. Apparently Ragnok appointed him guards and they said Harry's initial scream was less than a minute before any of them got to Vernon. Harry was then whisked away by portkey to Gringotts where he was treated.
Harry had been in a magical coma for a little under a week. The injuries were solved in under two days and it only took so long because his magic was strained, they had to heal each large injury one by one instead of all at once like normal, or else his magic core could've fractured. It was actually this realization that kept him under. His magical core was FAR too stressed. It was larger than any his age but so stressed it was likely to shatter.
The medical goblins kept him under to allow him and his core to recover. In the meantime they did a thorough scan of him and discussed all sorts of treatments.
As soon as Harry could walk he was ushered into a meeting room.
Ragnok entered the room where Mister Potter was waiting, followed by the three head medi goblins. He hoped his news wouldn't make the boy hate the nation even more than he already does.
Ragnok and company did a quick salute in greeting as Harry watched. He was already told off for trying to stand earlier so opted to wait. “Greetings director Ragnok, I wish it were in better circumstances. What can I do for you?”
The group of goblins joined him at the table.
“Actually Mister Potter, you need to decide your treatment. You see, your medical issues are beyond physical. Do you know what magical blockers are?”
“No sir”
“Agaluff would explain better” he gestured to a female goblin “if you would?”
The first thing she did was conjure a glass jar in the middle of the table. “The first thing you need to understand is a blocker or seal can seal just about anything for the right price. One's strength, intelligence, sense of hearing or touch, even emotions.” As Harry nodded she continued “good, now imagine the jar as a magicals mana core” she filled the jar with a blue liquid, when Harry looked through it he could still see Ragnok on the other side. “Now think of this as the blocker.” she conjured a horizontal black plate about halfway in the jar, cutting off access to the bottom half of the liquid. “Now one can't use half of their magical core, whether that be intentionally or unintentionally. It's actually the best way for Muggleborn to stop bouts of accidental magic.”
“So my magic has been sealed?”
“Yes but that's not all” she then pulled out a silvery cube and tapped the top of it before setting it in the center of the table. It projected a 3d model of a human into the air, all blue in true hologram fashion. It showed multiple red chains coiled into balls in the hologram's belly, heart, head-though that one nearly shattered, and one in each eye. It also showed a chain leading from his belly to somewhere else.
“This is what we found when scanning you for blockers after discovering the state of your magical core.”
What did they mean? His poor eyesight made more sense now but why his brain or heart and where did the other one lead? “What do they mean?” trying not to freak out.
“The one in the head is actually easy, it was an intellect blocker, it would make your thoughts slower and it would be more difficult for you to recall things.” Agaluff stated before being caught off by another of the goblins he didn't know yet.
“How did you do it?!” he said abrasively
“Yes?”
“How did you break it.”
“I'm not sure what you mean”
“Don't lie to me boy! You had to have done something!” the goblin stood in outrage.
Ragnok was about to step in when he felt the same roiling emotions he felt the last meeting when he met mister potter. This time was more intense than the last, it was stronger. Mister potter stood as well and slowly turned to the medi-goblin.
“My name is Harry, goblin” he spat the last word
“I don't care who you are, that was a class seven seal. You must have used dark magic to break it! Something that strong doesn't just fall apart!”
By now the pressure in the room was nearly suffocating. Everyone could feel the anger and the pang of betrayal when the goblin accosted Harry. The emotions soon began to chill. Ragnok had no time to react as Harry's eyes glowed for the briefest of moments before the goblin in question was thrown across the room and slammed into the door. Harry then sat back down and closed his eyes, calming himself like last time.
The room had settled and the goblin had left by the time Harry opened his eyes once more. There was no trace of the anger or power that was shown. “What do you want? Was I called here to be accosted by the goblin nation that offered to help me?”
Harry needed the little bit of occlumency practice he had to calm himself and get through the meeting.
Apparently someone had sealed his magic, intellect, his mage sight and his metamorph abilities. After his parents died and before he was left with the Dursleys, according to the female medi-goblin. They were still unsure about the chain that led to the distance but assured him they would find the cause.
Harry was only at Gringotts for an hour after the discussion, he needed to make a withdrawal. He took out enough galleons to buy a small mansion; he also found the other books Ragnok suggested in the family vault.
A goblin was waiting for him at the door. He handed Harry a letter, sealed with wax and left.
Mister Potter
I apologize for the conduct of my medi-goblin earlier, his views are not that of Gringotts and he will be dealt with appropriately.
We will update you on the progress of the seals, for now we've dealt with your ‘family’ issues. Please contact us if you require further assistance via portkey.
Director Ragnok
PS; This letter is a permanent portkey that will be activated upon saying “Gringotts” out loud.
PPS; Just say “House” to return to Privet drive.
With that, as soon as Harry reached the foot of the stairs he muttered “House'' and was back to the Dursleys.