Title: Return of the Heir 3/?
Summary: During the Marge Dursley Incident just before Harry's third year at Hogwarts, his accidental magic not only causes her to inflate like a balloon, but it also transports him to a little known island on the other side of the planet. It is there he discovers the true meaning of family. Watch out, Hogwarts! Harry's got a brand new attitude and a whole lot of new friends!
Genre: AU before third year.
Crossover: Jurassic Park
Characters: Harry and the Velociraptors, various other HP and JP characters.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, Michael Crichton, Steven Spielberg, Amblin Entertainment, Universal Pictures, various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, Knopf Publishing and Warner Bros Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author Note: I'm attempting my first novel-length story in probably 4 years.

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`Parseltongue speech`
-Hedwig speech-

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It was a full week later and Dumbledore still had no leads as to where Harry had run off to. He'd blown his top when he returned to his office the day after Harry's disappearance and discovered that all the monitors he had tuned to Harry's magical signature had been destroyed. He wanted to blame someone for it but the only being in close proximity was Fawkes, who was currently a chick. None of the portraits had witnessed anyone in his office, although Phinneas Black had a smug look on his face when he suggested that Albus may want to check on his Potions Master. Sensing that Phinneas wasn't trying to joke, Albus went to the floo. Getting no answer from Severus's rooms, he tried to step through and was promptly thrown across the room. He always hated the fact that Severus blocked him from flooing whenever he felt like and refused Albus each time he asked for the password.

Sighing, he got to his feet and prepared himself for the long trek to the dungeons. He had his hand on the door when his fire flared green. He turned to see the school Matron's head in the flames. She didn't look happy.

“Poppy?”

“Headmaster, you are needed in the hospital.”

“What's wrong?”

“Just get here!” she snapped before closing off the call. Sighing, he left his office and headed for the hospital wing.

“Severus will just have to wait,” he mumbled to himself. The hospital ward was closer anyway.

When he entered the ward a few moments later, he found both Poppy and Minerva at the end of the ward, standing near an occupied bed and conversing quietly. He stopped near them.

“What was so urgent that it couldn't wait?” he demanded, prompting Minerva to scowl at him.

“I had an alert charm on Severus to warn me if he could not get to me on his own if he was ever severely injured for any reason. It triggered a week ago.

“Why did you wait till now to tell me?” he demanded, angry as he stepped around them to see his long-time friend laying prone in a bed. His dark hair was covered with a bandage and his arm was in a sling. He was breathing steadily but other than that, he couldn't see what was wrong.

“You were not here and you didn't tell Minerva where you were going or when you'd be back! How were we to contact you?” Poppy hissed, making Albus step back a pace. He knew she was correct (not that he'd admit that out loud) and it had taken days and his considerable influence to keep Harry's disappearance a secret, as well as continuing the search. He never told his staff his plans.

“What happened to him?” he asked instead.

“We don't know. I went to check up on him because he never came to breakfast or lunch,” Minerva took up the explanation, “I found him, unconscious against the wall, blood on his face, arm broken. At first I thought it was one his experiments gone wrong, but he wasn't in his lab when I found him.”

“He was in his quarters?”

“Yes,” Poppy nodded.

“Has he awoken at all?”

“No.”

“Inform me the minute he does. We need to know what happened to him.”

“All right,” Poppy agreed. Albus strode from the room, wondering what other bad news would befall him. There was only four more weeks until the new term started and he was no closer to finding Harry than he was before. Now he was down a teacher with no idea when he'd wake. He needed a temporary replacement...and fast.

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There was unrest on the island. Several of the packs had vanished during a bad storm and there were whisperings that other humans were disturbing many of the nests. Harry had heard Rex's roars somewhere in the distance and sent Bruce to investigate. Since the bonding, Harry had found that his magical reserves had nearly doubled. It seemed magic became easier for him to use and that he was very capable of wandless magic. He'd forgotten his wand had been locked in his trunk at Durskaban, but his magic did what he wanted without it.

That was when he found another bond linked to his core during one of his meditation exercises. He recognized the magic of whom the bond belonged to and had to chuckle. He warned the others they were about to have a visitor and to not eat him when he arrived.

“Dobby?” There was a sudden pop of displaced air and if Harry hadn't given his warning, Dobby would have been a raptor's next meal.

Dobby glanced around, taking in the raptors at a glance. He immediately knew what they were, listening to some of the muggle-born students around Hogwarts and tried to remain as non-threatening as possible.

“You's calling Dobby?” he looked at Harry.

“Dobby, when did you bond with me?” Dobby's ears drooped a little as he looked at his feet.

“When you's being freeing Dobby from bad masters. Elfsies needing bond and magic of wizards and witches to survive. Dobby not wanting to die. Dobby beings bad no telling new master.”

“Is this what you want, Dobby?” Harry wondered after taking a few minutes to translate Dobby's words in his head.

“Yes, Master Harry, sir! It being Dobby's fondest wish to be with Potter Family!”

Harry chuckled, kneeling so he was eye-level to his friend (and now servant). He placed a hand on Dobby's shoulder.

“Then I officially welcome Dobby to the Potter Family as The Major Domo and my personal servant. My secrets shall be yours to keep and protect. My magic shall aid yours. May our bond be forever strong. So mote it be.” There was a bright flash of light that was near blinding. When Harry blinked the spots from his eyes, he saw a much changed Dobby. His coloring, where before was a pale, sea green, was now a deep forest green. His bulbous blue eyes seem to sparkle with life and vitality and he was wearing a smart three-piece suit with two badges displayed prominently on the left breast pocket, which surprised him.

“Dobby, what are those?” Harry wondered.

“These being the Potter Family and Black Family crests, Master Harry, sir,” Dobby answered.

“Black Family?”

“Yes, Master Harry, sir. You's needing to be going to Gringotts to ask. Dobby not know details. Goblins do.”

“Hmm...don't want Dumbledore finding me yet. How can I get there without anyone seeing me?”

“If Master Harry, sir write family account manager, Dobby take, get special goblin portkey take you right inside office,” Dobby suggested.

“They can do that?” Harry was flabbergasted. Dobby nodded, his ears flapping merrily. Thinking for a moment about how to word his request, Harry conjured up a pen and paper and began to write. Once finished, he changed the pen to a needle and quickly jabbed it into his thumb. Squeezing gently, he let a drop of his blood fall to the paper and put a preservation charm upon it. He handed the letter to Dobby after sealing it in an envelope, “There is a goblin named Griphook, who works at Gringotts. He is the one I want you to take this to,” Harry stated. Dobby stared into Harry's eyes and got a picture of what Griphook looked like. Nodding, Dobby vanished with a quiet pop.

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He appeared within Gringotts, in a small office which just happened to be the office of the very goblin he was looking for. Griphook stared at Dobby, a snarl on his face.

“What do you want, Elf?” Griphook demanded. Without fear, Dobby slid the letter across the desk.

“From my master, Sir Goblin.” Dobby stepped back and waited, arms crossed at his back. Eyeing both the letter and the elf in front of his desk, Griphook waved a hand over the letter. There were no malicious magics he could find, the only spell a preservation of some kind.

“Who is your master, Elf?”

“Dobby not sharing master's secrets, Sir Goblin,” Dobby promptly replied. Griphook grunted. It was unusual to see and elf so loyal to its master. Curious now, Griphook took up the letter and used a claw to unseal the envelope. Upon seeing the name at the bottom, Griphook's mouth dropped open in surprise. It wasn't easy to surprise a Goblin, fierce warriors that they were. He sat back to read.

DEAR MASTER GRIPHOOK,

YOU MAY NOT REMEMBER ME AFTER TWO YEARS BUT I CERTAINLY CANNOT FORGET THE FIRST GOBLIN I EVER MET.

I'M SURE BY NOW YOU'VE DONE THE NECESSARY TESTS TO PROVE MY IDENTITY BUT I AM IN NEED OF HELP AND THINK I CAN ONLY RECEIVE IT FROM THE GOBLINS OF GRINGOTTS.

IN A NUTSHELL, I DO NOT KNOW WHO I AM.

I DID NOT KNOW I WAS MAGICAL UNTIL I TURNED 11 AND EVERYTIME I ASK ABOUT MY FAMILY, THE SUBJECT GETS CHANGED, OR I'M MADE TO “FORGET”, IF YOU CATCH MY MEANING.

I HAVE THIS STRONG FEELING THAT DUMBLEDORE DOES NOT HAVE MY BEST INTERESTS AT HEART, ESPECIALLY SINCE HE KEEPS FORCING ME TO LIVE WITH MY ABUSIVE MUGGLE RELATIVES. AND TWICE NOW I HAVE FACED SOME FORM OF THE DARK WIZARD VOLDEMORT, NEARLY LOSING MY OWN LIFE IN THE PROCESS.

OUT OF NECCESSITY, I HAVE RUN AWAY FROM THE ABUSE TO A PLACE OF SECRETS AND SAFETY. DOBBY, THE ELF WHO BROUGH MY LETTER TO YOU, HAS BECOME MY BONDED SERVANT AND PROTECTS MY SECRETS. UPON OUR BONDING, TWO CRESTS APPEARED ON HIS UNIFORM...THOSE OF THE POTTER AND BLACK FAMILIES. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS AS I DO NOT KNOW WHO THE BLACK FAMILY IS OR WHAT THEY MEAN TO ME.

I HAVE A FEELING THAT I AM NOT GETTING THE TOOLS I NEED TO NAVIGATE THIS NEW WORLD I FIND MYSELF A PART OF.

IF YOU CAN HELP, I'D APPRECIATE IT.

SINCERELY,
HARRY POTTER
3RD YEAR GRIFFINDOR
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Shocked and angry didn't even begin to cover the emotions Griphook was feeling upon finishing Harry's letter. It was glaringly obvious that Harry Potter had no clue about his place in magical society and wondered how many faux pas the young man had created since coming into this world. He jumped to his feet, knocking over his chair in his haste.

“Come with me!” he snarled to Dobby, striding from the room.

They moved through the halls of the bank, younger goblins scrambling from his path when they saw his angry visage. Griphook was one of the nation's fiercest warriors and no one wanted to stand in his way.

Deeper into the bank they traveled until they reached an elegant set of double doors that were guarded by two of the largest goblins Dobby had ever seen.

“State your business before the council!” Demanded one as they blocked the path.

“Griphook of Clan Dragon-bane seeks audience.”

“To what purpose?”

“The last heir and scion of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Black.” The warriors reared back in shock. They stepped away, opening the doors as they did so, allowing Griphook and Dobby to enter.