1 A fucking frying pan?
You know, if you are on your deathbed waiting for the end… Yeah, breast cancer can you believe it? I didn't know guys could get that too. Unbelievable, to know I used to check my ex-wife regularly for it… I confess it wasn't always searching for nobs but what the hell? Then, when I found out, it was spread out too far, so amputating my breasts would not work. Those bastards did it anyway.
My stupid younger brother laughed his ass off when he heard I got 'titty cancer'… OK, he stopped laughing when he found out it was terminal.
Stupid fart felt guilty and visited me every other day. I heard he fell off some stairs and was in a coma in the next room. I laughed my ass off… I stopped laughing when I heard he can't survive when they pull the plug.
A professor did some experiments on my brother, that dumb ass donated his body to science. So here we lay… It did save traveling expenses for the family, you know two for the price of one. Anyway, I said my goodbyes to the kids and grandkids, the wife got lucky and found a better man ten years ago, yeah yeah, I can finally admit that. I am known to carry a grudge for a long, long time.
Where was I? Ah yes, deathbed, kids next to me, my other younger brother, my annoying sister... she got hit on her head with a Bible and is now nagging at me to go to the bloody light. She can't stop nagging, she did it with mum too. Stupid light.
WTF? There is a bloody light! All those years I was arguing to sis over that light and she is right? Hey, there is a black pit too… Let's avoid that one, I better not risk that. Though choices light or dark… Aha! A gray light! I'll take that one. Besides carrying grudges, I hate to lose an argument too. So suck it up sis, I take the gray door.
I went through the gray light, and something hit my head so hard I lost my consciousness, a total blackout.
Xxxxx
I woke up with a splitting headache. Wtf? I am in a small dark smelly room, everything hurts on my body… my small body? There was a big bump on the back of my head, my fingers hurt as if they were burned, I was thinking going to the light would have been a better choice.
I explored the room I was in, on the sides and back I found nothing, the ceiling however… I am in a cupboard under some stairs? What sick joke is this? The door was locked, I started to knock on it, harder and harder yelling to let me out of here.
Suddenly a fat guy opened the door yanked me out, shaking me while yelling to shut up or get belted.
Fat guy: "One more word you freak and it will be your last. Nobody wants you, that's why they dropped you here on my doorstep. So shut up!"
I got shoved back into my cupboard. Hey… Wait a fucking minute? Freak? Doorstep? Cupboard under the stairs? I closed my eyes and tried to remember what happened, slowly the memories dropped in. They treated me like shit, last night that woman told me to get the frying pan with the bacon, and I accidentally dropped it on the floor, she got angry and hit me with the frying pan. Nononono….
I AM HARRY FUCKING POTTER? That bitch hit me with a frying pan? Is she crazy? Is this real? Did that stupid brother mess with my head? No, that can't be, he died before me. I did spend a lot of time lately reading his fan-fictions, maybe that caused it… I am in HELL?! Anyway, how do I escape this hell hole? I am four? five? Six? That Dumbledore will prevent me from escaping, so the other options are killing the fat and thin ones, or making them stop hurting me.
Thoughts were spinning through my head while I slowly fell asleep.
Xxxxx
The next morning they let me out, I ran to the bathroom to take a leak, washed my face, and got to the kitchen. Petunia was swooning over Duddikins to go for his first trick-or-treating, the new fab from over the pond. When I got on my chair I found a single toast and a glass of milk. Wait a minute, Halloween? Day of the dead? I can work with that, let's think a bit. An idea sprung into my head.
I smacked my glass on the table and yelled: "Tuni Evans! How dare you treat my son like that! You better change because I'll be waiting with mum and dad!" I turned my head and glared at Vernon: "Vernon Dursley! You monster! When my people find out how you treat my son, and they WILL find out, you are going to suffer! I will be waiting for you up here!" Now a bit of acting, I slumped down in my chair, shook my head, sat straight, and finished my toast.
Vernon and Petunia were frozen in their seat, looking slack-jawed to me, Petunia was the first to snap out of it, shaking, trying to keep the hysteria down to not spook her Duddikins, she stood up with her hands before her mouth and ran upstairs into her bedroom, a horrible scream sounded through the house. Unsteady, Vernon got up and followed Petunia. I used the confusion to eat until I was satisfied, for the first time in years.
They stayed upstairs for two hours, I felt sorry for Duddi and fed him some toast with milk. Bored, we got in the living room and started a game. Meh, it is easy to manipulate a five-year-old kid, so we got along just fine. It seems Vernon and Petunia had a good talk upstairs, after an hour I heard them move some things around, Petunia came downstairs, took me by the hand, and showed me the spare bedroom.
She said: "Harry, this will be your room from now on." Hmm… let's rub their noses in it again: "Who is Harry?" The bitch almost choked, after calming down she said: "Your name is Harry James Potter. From now on we will call you Harry." I nodded seriously: "Alright Aunt Petunia."
Xxxxx
Life was getting better after that day, better food, new clothes, I even got some toys. I did some over-acting to show my eyesight is bad and got new glasses. Playing a kid gets boring, usually, I sat in a corner with a book, sometimes playing with Duddi, most of all acting like a normal kid. Only when I was alone in my room did I try some magic, trying to feel it. I even tried to meditate to create my mindscape. It didn't work though, stupid brother, he was in Potter-verse for one day and he has girls hanging around his neck, I am stuck with fat and thin with Duddi on the side for months.
Xxxxx
The summer before first grade, I was out trying to feel the ward boundaries, vaguely sensing something. A batty old woman was watching me, I guess it was Mrs. Figg, the Catwoman, not the one from the movies with batman, this one has around twenty cats in her house, you can smell it if the wind came from that direction. Anyway, the feeling became more familiar to me, at night I searched for that feeling in my body and guide it around, you know the Chinese Xantia novels, open your meridians and acupuncture points.
Don't laugh! If you are retired with nothing else to do, they are quite good. So every evening I circulated that feeling, it got better and better, now I have to find my bloody Dantian and I am level one? I can learn alchemy! Smash some herbs together, roll it into a pill, and feed it to a Chinese guy. If he dies we say he got a tribulation and failed to break through the next level, if it does nothing, his level is too high and the pill lost its effect for him. When he gets sick and recovers? Congratulations on your next level, save up so you can buy my next pill.
So every morning and night I circulated my magic? Chi? My imagination? Through my meridians, even meditation got better, mostly because I was bored out of my mind. I started exercising, starting slow with simple things, running, sit and pull-ups, some parkour, mostly when aunt Marge was visiting with her fucking dog. I am an animal lover, but that mutt has to die, the dog or the aunt, that bitch trained it to chase me up a tree. A dog is just a dog, so I took it out on the bitch, I took a cricket bat and smacked it against her leg, yelling: "Train your fucking dog right bitch, I'll be waiting for you!" Yep, playing the possessed kid is fun. Petunia almost chit herself, Vernon got purple, and aunt Marge left her dog at home from now on.
Xxxxx
School was… meh, boring, I knew I have to go to Hogkaban when I am eleven, so let's play: I am a genius. I skipped a grade after two weeks, at Christmas I was already in third grade I rode that grade to the holidays with top marks. To keep Duddi happy I helped him with his homework and tutored him.
By now I could feel my magic flowing through my body, good food, exercising, and strong 'meridians', I began to try some simple magic, move a marble, a piece of paper, stuff like that. When the summer ended, I could move a marble around and float a piece of paper for a minute. Even meditating got better, it helped with my memory too.
Fourth grade lasted a month, fifth until Christmas, sixth grade for the rest of the school year, the last month I prepared for secondary school. Duddi felt the pressure of the smart cousin and tried harder in school. He even tried exercising, hearing everyone telling him how fit and athletic his cousin is, made him ask Petunia for a healthy diet. He still has big bones but is looking better already. I encouraged him all the way, helping him with everything, he even ended in the top five of his class.
Xxxxx
In my old life, I did some martial arts, my idiot brother kind of forced me to go with him. Not that I was any good, I competed in some fights, you know the kind without gloves until knock out? I quit after three fights, I always held on till the knockout… my knockout. They beat the crap out of me, it took three times for me to realize there is always someone stronger and better than me. There are a lot of guys stronger and better than me. Well… at least the exercise was good enough.
I combined my training and parkour with some martial arts, to keep it interesting, Duddi tried to copy me… I'll teach him boxing, Vernon's pure English sport for men. The neighborhood bully Pierce Polkiss? Polkin? Anyway, I kicked his ass a few times, and his friends too. With me going to another school I motivated Duddi to be the hero and protect the weak against the bully.
Xxxxx
I asked Petunia for a secondary school nearby, for a kid getting into a boarding school for teenagers is asking for a disaster. A twenty minutes ride with the bus took me to school and back. I studied Latin and mathematics, calculating to finish secondary I need to skip at least one more grade.
After Christmas, my second year started. The meditation was doing great, I could recollect almost everything I read three times, it is not an Eidetic memory, but it is coming close.
My days are getting full now, meditating and circulating my magic in the morning, riding to school, getting pampered by the girls in the class, riding home, doing homework with Duddi, training with and without Duddi, meditating and exhausting my magic with practicing magic.
School is getting easier for me, my meditation and magic circulation made my brain more active and my memory is also improving, I started to remember more from my past life, I lived through this era as an adult.
One day I approached Vernon: "Uncle, if you have some savings, I know some companies that will do great this year, if you invest now, at the end of the year your money is doubled. Here is a list of companies that will grow big this year."
Big ass didn't listen but kept the list, checked it regularly, watching the companies grow. After a month he put all his savings in, at the end of the year his savings almost doubled. He was almost nice to me now, not that I cared that much anyway. After the new year, I gave him a new list. It kept the fat ass happy.
Xxxxx
Third-year went fine, I was not a top genius, it seems a boy my age is already in Oxford, so I am nothing special. As usual, I skipped a grade at Christmas and ended the year at the top of my grade.
Duddi is also doing fine, he is at the top five of his class, has a lot of friends, and is becoming one hell of a boxer. I used to win with my experience, now? He is beating the crap out of me. Duddi is happy, Vernon is happy, maybe I gift Petunia a dildo so she can be happy too.
Xxxxx
My last year in secondary went fine, I took extra courses to keep it interesting. By now I was getting used to teenage drama, pimples, periods, does he love me? When does she say yes we'll do it? Honey, I am pregnant, honey? My magic is doing fine too, I can pinch a but from five feet away, while getting another slapped for it, although one was happy for the attention. I graduated top of my class, again.
This summer I started my mindscape, I created a void with a black hole at the entrance, I just come in at the back door. Anyone that tried legilimence through my eyes ends up in the black hole. Wandless is going great too, my bedroom is littered with small stuff that I move around with magic; always increasing the items to practice control. I started to check myself for nobs on my breasts, I know it is silly, there is probably a potion for it, but I can't help it.
Xxxxx
The day came for the Hogwarts letter, I got the mail, gave Vernon his part, and opened my letter.
"Uncle, did you ever hear of Hogwarts? Magic school of some sorts, some idiots are playing a practical joke on me." Petunia turned pale, Vernon purple, Duddi didn't care.
Vernon: "You think so? Maybe it is the real deal?" Yeah right, he can't anger his cash cow. Let's play along. "It said reply with an owl. How the hell do you do that? Don't they have mailboxes? How do they expect me to chase an owl and tie a letter to his leg? it is giving a bird some trauma. The headmaster is something special, he is a supreme mugwump of some sort, a chief warlock, in some games warlocks are into necromancy. Hey, an order of Merlin first class." Petunia could not take it anymore, yeah right, Lily is watching her.
Petunia: "This is real Harry. Your parents went to that school." I laughed: "Oh? Now I have to catch an owl?" Petunia sighed: "They think you know it all already, because both your parents are wizards, if you look outside there will probably be an owl waiting for your response."
"OK, I finished secondary anyway, let us learn some magic." I took a paper and pen and wrote my response.
Dear deputy headmistress,
I doubt you got a lot of students, if you expect them to use owls to send a letter, I had my aunt explain to me that this was not a sick joke.
First of all, I don't have a clue where or what I have to go or do for all these things. A pointy hat? If this is required for me to wear, then count me out. That was maybe high fashion four hundred years ago, or at the Aston horse race.
Anyway, I need a guide or don't bother for me to show up. I have a lot of offers from respectable universities, and honestly, they are more appealing.
Yours truly,
Harry James Potter
I folded the letter and went outside. Yep, a barn owl was waiting in a tree. I looked at it and asked: "A letter for Hogwarts?" Anyhow you look at it if you see someone do this? You ask him if he took his pills today. The owl took the letter in his beak and took off. Another crazy thing, that bird is flying to Scotland… which is bloody far away. With a letter in his beak... Mindboggling, there are things you can not question, or the magic is lost. If the owl flies through some rain… ah yes, drying spell and a reparo, problem solved.
Xxxxx
31 July, My birthday, strange, I never cared for it, someone was banging on the door at eight-thirty. Yes, they send the specialist for muggle integration to pick me up, not that I care much for it, I just refuse to be a puppet.
"Hold it! Don't smash the door. Have a little patience." I opened the door and a big, big guy is standing in front of it. That man is huge! Dressed as a caveman too, the only thing missing is a club and you have a troll... I'll better be nice, his hands are so big, he can grab me by the waist and his fingers would still be touching his thumb.
Hagrid: "Harry! Happy birthday! I was told to pick you up and take you shopping for your school things. Dumbledore trust me with these things, great man that Dumbledore, great man."
"Well he can't be bigger than you, you are huge! Come inside I have to get ready." Just joking, I was ready for hours, but I can't let this pass, freaking Vernon and petunia out. Duddi was slack-jawed, he had to take a ladder to punch him in the face.
"Uncle, aunt, it will probably take a whole day, don't wait up for me. Alright, Hagrid I'm ready, where do we go?" We went outside to an old motorcycle with a sidecar attached to it. I best not describe how we got there, we broke the statue of secrecy at least three or four times. I'll bet one or two persons were put in the loony bin for spotting a flying motorcycle. We made it alive and kicking at the Leaky Cauldron. Following canon I got smothered by fans, I have to stop this, I yelled: "Hold it! Why are you trying to shake my hands? I don't even know any of you! What is going on?" Tom the barkeeper: "You don't know?"
I pretended to be puzzled and asked: "What am I supposed to know? I only found out I was a wizard a few days ago by a crazy letter from Hogwarts! And I think your kind don't like me very much, because I was dropped on the doorstep of my aunt, you people didn't even ring the bloody bell. They found me the next morning half frozen. You forget me for ten years and now you want to shake my hand?" Ahh… just the right amount of bashing. That will set some rumors in action.
Hagrid is stumped: "But Harry, I delivered you to your relatives, I gave you to Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall was there too."
"It took three of you to drop me off on the doorstep? Too lazy to knock? Ring a bell? No explanation? Just me in a vegetable basket with a letter. Come on I haven't got all day, where is that ally?"
Xxxxx
A not-so-happy Hagrid showed me how to get in. "First we get some galleons from Gringotts, sneaky little buggers they are, never make them angry. Come on in." I better not get my brother's greetings, or they might chop my head off. Hagrid said: "Harry Potter to take some money from his vault, and I need the you know what from vault 713 for Hogwarts." Goblin: "Do you have a key?" I interrupted and said: "I have a vault here? Since when? Why didn't I know that?" Hagrid was sweating buckets, this is turning into a disaster, Harry is taking everything the wrong way.
Goblin: "We send every month an owl with the statements of your vaults, if you don't read them is not of our concern." Hey, vaults? "I have more than one vault? How do I know if someone is stealing from me?" Goblin responded: "Your magical guardian should notice." I shrugged: "And if my magical guardian is doing the stealing? For the ten years, I lived with my aunt I never saw a wizard, my uncle and aunt never received money for my living expenses. Who is my magical guardian anyway?" Goblin answered: "That would be Headmaster Dumbledore." I looked up: "The same Dumbledore that dropped me on a doorstep? Do I have any money left?" I was pulling a crowd by now.
Goblin: "Go to your account manager to find out, a runner will take you." I turned to Hagrid and said: "I can handle this on my own now Hagrid, just give me my vault key and you can do your own thing."
Hagrid protested: "But Harry! Headmaster Dumbledore told me to stay with you all the time!"
I shrugged: "If he is so great then he has nothing to hide from me, but if I find out he dropped me at my aunt so he can rob my vaults, then he is in trouble. He didn't visit me once at my aunt's house, but has access to my money?" Hagrid protested louder and louder, attracting more of the crowd. I raised my voice: "Hagrid, I will see that account manager, and if that headmaster of yours stole my money I'm calling the police, magical guardian or not. He is a warlock for crying out loud! Aren't they necromancers?"
A runner came to get me, a stumped Hagrid gave me my key. People were starting rumors of Dumbledore being a necromancer. Before I followed the runner I gave the teller a note, stating that today or tomorrow someone is going to try to steal what is in vault 713.
Xxxxx
The account manager for the Potter family was a grumpy old guy, meh, we will get along just fine.
Grumpy: "So Heir Potter, the last time you were here is ten years ago. What can I do for you?"
I answered: "Starting to explain what an Heir is, then tell me if that Dumbledore left any money in my vaults, and why I never knew I had a vault in the first place. Your name?"
Account manager: "Blooddagger is my name, Heir Potter, you are the last male decedent from an old family, a family that has a history of two thousand years, it is rumored your ancestors came here with the Romans. Your magical guardian Dumbledore blocked the Will of your parents, and took control of your welfare, he hid you from the wizarding world, even from us. We send you an owl every month with the statements of your vaults. I will deliver a copy in an hour."
I asked: "How do I get that Will open to the public? That Dumbledore is controlling to many things in my life. Are there some perks for being an Heir? What services does your bank offer?"
Blooddagger: "You have to be thirteen years old to demand the Will to be made public, the magical guardian is decided in the Will or the Wizengamot if there is no Will. Our services are managing your accounts, storage of precious artifacts, mind you we are not a junkyard, so no old furniture and books. We do store trunks. Out of the bank, we do set wards on homes, do curse breaking in ancient tombs, sometimes we can cure curses on magical beings, Goblin, human or otherwise."
Finally, I get my cue: "Cure curses on humans? Can you get someone to look at this scar? They said Voldemort gave me this, and it is been hurting me for as long as I remember, maybe there is a curse on it too."
Blooddagger looked at me: "If there is a curse in that scar, Dumbledore should have noticed it ten years ago." I shot back: "The same one that dropped me of on a doorstep at night in November?"
Blooddagger: "You have a point, Heir Potter, I will call for a healer, the fees are going from your account. Double if there is nothing wrong and wasted our time." I just nodded, wait a minute… Blooddagger? The same as in my brother's fan fiction? If that granny shows up I'm gonna scream. I can swallow the fact that I am in a book but in fanfiction? I kill my brother if I can get a hold of him.
An old granny walked in with a cane in her hand, she glared at Blooddagger: "What are you calling me for this time boy? It better be good or I charge double." Blooddagger pointed at me and said: "curse scar."
Granny looked at me: "The Potter boy?" I smiled: "The Potter Heir." The bitch hit me with her cane!
Granny: "Respect your elder's boy, now stay still." She took a dagger and waved it over my scar, one time, two times, again and again. I could not hold it in any longer and ask: "Do I have to pay for every time you wave that dagger at me?" I forgot she held her cane in her other hand. She started to curse, and wave her dagger all over my body.
Granny: "Boy, you have a false Horcrux in your head, and your magic bound almost completely, there are some traces of undernourishment but that is corrected. There are some other blocks too. It will take a while to correct it all."
I asked: "How much is this going to cost me?" Granny grinned: "I'll do the Horcrux for free, the others however a hundred Galleons per block." Let us play stupid and ignorant: "What are Galleons? Some kind of boat? Do they cost a lot? You can leave the blocks if I don't have the money." Bitch! Caned me again. Granny said: "I can sense when you are lying boy."
I sighed: "OK, remove the stuff if you will." She dragged me to a room covered with runes and called a bunch of other old cronies, suddenly there are daggers all over the place, those old biddies have a potty mouth… I guess, can't understand a word they are yelling. They stripped me, it is no fun if it is done by old women, Goblin or human, and started the ritual. It bloody hurts… a lot. Twenty minutes later the black ooze came out and disappeared down, probably to Hell. Those old cronies started yelling again, and a couple of guards stormed in with their axes drawn, ready to chop me up. It turns out the black ooze went down into a vault, Bella's vault.
I called: "Hey! Naked boy on a cold table here! Are we done?" Granny glared at me: "Boy you are a trouble magnet. No, we are not done yet, stay still and shut up." Ten minutes later a cup was brought in, they put it on my stomach and started to chant again. Wtf? Can't they do that somewhere else? Are they trying to get that prick's Horcrux in my body? Ah! So those cheapskates can charge it to me."
A half-hour later the cup screamed, some black vapor went out, this time it was caught by the cronies, another ten minutes, and Voldy is gone. The cronies looked at me and began to remove the blocks, if this is brothers fan-fic, there better be a Veela block in it too. Suddenly a magic wave rushed through me, I suppose the block was lifted, it was a rush! My magic tripled in size!
Granny: "The blocks are gone, there was some disturbing magic on you boy, a blood tracker, a drain to some blood wards, that false Horcrux got to another true Horcrux and merged with it. We had to remove that Horcrux while having it in contact with your body so we could capture it. Get your Heir ring boy that will prevent a lot of bad magic." she dragged me back to Blooddagger, I had hardly the chance to get dressed.
Granny: "Boy, get Heir Potter his ring, and all the help you can give him. Don't let him ask for it, offer it yourself, or I don't think he will survive." She turned and left.
Blooddagger: "What did you do to my mother? She never acted that way." I snapped back: "How would I know? They put me on a cold table and waved daggers all over me. Now, what can you tell me?" The next hour was illuminating, I got my statements, ring, discovered a marriage contract with Ginny Weasley signed by the old goat. It is not valid anyway, he is not my legal guardian. And I am rich! Got some properties, here and in France.
Xxxxx
After a visit to my trust vault, a trunk stood back in a corner, revealed by Blooddagger, he did it with a frown, loaded with stuff from mum and dad. Blooddagger said: "That trunk should not have been hidden. Someone hid this from you." Dumbledore again. Blooddagger showed me how to shrink and enlarge the trunk, I took several hundreds of galleons and left the bank. Hagrid was nowhere in sight.
The next stop was Malkins for the robes, the albino ponce should have left already. When it was my turn, they put me on a pedestal and began measuring, next to me a girl was being measured I frowned, do I have to change my clothes in front of a girl? I thought this world was Victorian and prude.
I addressed the girl: "Don't worry, I will turn around when they strip you out of your clothes." The girl looked at me, gave a high-pitched scream, jumped off her pedestal, and ran out of the store, followed by her mum who yelled: "Daphne come back!"
Madam Malkins: "What did you tell Heiress Greengrass?" I defended myself: "Just that I will be a gentleman and turn around when you strip her." Madam Malkins was puzzled: "Why do I want to strip her?" I said: "How else can you see if it fits? Don't you have to try it on for fitting?"
She spotted my ring, recognized it, and said: "This could be trouble, we only need to take some measurements, all our robes adjust to your body, they can grow two sizes, so no, you don't have to strip your clothes in here." I answered: "Oops, sorry I did not know that, it is my first day here. I was raised by my aunt who is not magical."
The girl came back into the store and glared at me: "You tricked me! You are going to pay for that!" Hmm? Pureblood custom? "OK, sorry, how much is it going to cost me? I have only a couple of hundred galleons with me." Before it got worse Madam Malkins explained: "Dear, he is muggle raised, they do things differently. Their clothes need to be tried on to see if it fits because the clothes don't change in size. Also, he doesn't know our customs." Mamma Greengrass heard it and asked: "Then why is he wearing an Heir ring? He should have known something."
I showed my ring: "This? I got it an hour ago in Gringotts, I even didn't know I had some vaults there. And I am very sorry Miss Greengrass, I don't know what you meant with I am going to pay, but I suspect it is going to hurt… a lot." Ahh. I got the kid blushing, which means I am off the hook.
Mrs. Greengrass recognized my ring: "Heir Potter? How come you don't know our customs? Dumbledore assured us you were raised by a proper family."
I shrugged: "I was raised by my aunt, who is… how do you call them? Muggles. I do not know what you consider proper madam." Mrs. Greengrass: "They should at least be magical, Heir Potter. Your family is by the oldest of the country, and raising you by muggles is criminal."
I looked at her: "Tell that to Dumbledore. He dropped me off at my aunt's house on the doorstep without even knocking on the door. They found me half frozen the next day, in a basket with a letter." Hah! repeat it too many people the same thing and rumors will fly. Adding wood on the fire I said: "Why did he block my parent's will? He did several drawbacks from my trust vault, but my aunt never got any money to support me. Also a few hours ago Goblin healers removed a magic block, a blood tracker and a drain to some blood wards, which I am told are highly illegal. But him being a warlock it is understandable, they do necromancy after all."
Mrs. Greengrass: "Warlocks don't do necromancy Heir Potter, it is a title for the chairman of the Wizengamot." I asked: "Really? Then what is a supreme mugwump? His pet?"
Mrs. Greengrass: "No, that is his title at the ICW the International Confederation of Wizards, he is leading that too." I remarked: "So he has three full-time jobs, no wonder he didn't show his face to me for ten years. The money he took out of my vault was his wage then, I must say… an easy paycheck for doing nothing. How do I get my money back? He should at least have worked for it." The conversation was followed by several people, by now I have thrown enough dirt on the goat. Madam Malkins was finished, so was the little Greengrass.
Xxxxx
"Goodbye Mrs. and Miss Greengrass, I am off to buy a wand, do you happen to know a good shop?" In several fan-fic's there is one in Knock-turn ally, maybe I get lucky.
Mrs. Greengrass: "Daphne needs to buy hers too, it is custom to buy the first one at Ollivander's."
"But not obligated? So there are others? Do they have better ones? If so I want a good one." Mrs. Greengrass was conflicted, Daphne was looking accusingly to her: "Mother, I want a good wand too. It makes all the difference to do well in school." Mrs. Greengrass sighed: "Alright, follow me." she led us outside, into Knock turn ally. She said: "Never come here alone, or without an adult. Some shady creatures prey on children."
We arrived at a small building, a single door and window at the front, inside, the space was ten times bigger as it should be. I was mentally preparing myself to select the wood and cores, although I felt several pulls on my magic. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the strongest pull. I pulled it into my hand, something snapped in my hand, and made a connection. I opened my eyes and said: "I want this one." Everyone looked at me slack-jawed. I asked: "Can I buy a spare? I felt another pull at me. An old woman came to me: "You said you felt the pull young man? Let me hold this one and call the other one plz."
I closed my eyes again and pulled, another wand flew into my hand. The reaction was not as good as the first one but still great. Daphne looked at me, closed her eyes, raised her hand, and… looked really constipated, after a minute she asked at me: "How did you do that? Is it a trick?"
Shrugging: "You have to feel your own magic first before you can feel something connect to it. Here, let me try something, hold my hand and think about doing magic." I took her hand, felt her magic, and searched for the same resonance, I pulled and the wand flew in my hand. I gave it to her, it gave a big reaction, she literary glowed. Looking at me: "Thank you Heir Potter. Mother, I want this wand." by now they all were imitating a fish, trying things to say.
I looked at the old lady: "Do you have something to put it somewhere? I doubt I can keep it in my back pocket." Two wands and a holster were a whooping three hundred galleons. Daphne's mum was one hundred forty-two galleons lighter. I could pay with my Heir ring, just press the ring on a counter and done. We left the store, I did not need to know what wood or core it was, they work for me and that's enough.
"Goodbye Mrs. and Miss Greengrass, you helped me a lot, Miss Greengrass I'll see you at school… where is the school? How do I get there?" That started another conversation. Ten minutes later Mrs. Greengrass invited me over sometime next week… I have to buy Hedwig myself I guess. After saying goodbye, I was looking around for the pet store, kind of curious I could still speak to snakes. When I entered, I felt the pull again, following it I stopped at the snowy owl. I said: "I call you Hedwig, is that OK? She bobbed her head, I took that as a yes. When she was out of the cage she hopped on my shoulders: "Girl, if you have to shit, do it somewhere else would you?" Dammed she understood that, the bint clipped me with her wing. Curious I looked for some snakes, I heard them speak: §hungry, cold§ Nope not buying one.
At the clerk I asked how those owls are getting across the country: "I mean a snowy owl is not a native species, there are bound to be people that will report a snowy owl flying all over the country."
Clerk: "All the postal owls have a ring on their feet with a notice-me not. Muggles need to be in the range of three feet from the owl to see it. Our owls have a bit of magic in them, they can fade through space, and reach their destination in under ten minutes. It is as apparating, all postal owls are trained for it. That will be eighty galleons plz"
Dammed that is one expensive bird, you can buy a lot of stamps for it. Auw she clipped me again! Does she read my mind? The clerk said: "You are lucky, it seems you can make her your familiar. It rarely happens so fast." asking: "How do I do that? I am muggle raised, so I'm without a clue." He handed me a folder and a user manual for handling the bird. With food and a stand it came down to eighty-four galleons, I don't need a cage. Outside the store, I said: "fly home and wait for me."
Well, Home first and sort what is in the trunk, there is bound to be something good in it.
2 Treasure trunk.
Well… that was fun, I took a ride with the Knight bus from hell. How J.K. Rowling came up with that concept I don't know, I bet she had a traumatic experience with a bus driver one day and took revenge on him by writing about him in her books. I tried to explain to the morons what seat belts are good for, but these guys are a lost cause. When I got off I felt like James Bond's martini: shaken, not stirred. They dropped me at my old school, there is no way I let them know where I live, especially not now the blood wards are going to fail. A stop at a fish and chips, and a twenty minutes bus ride later, it was time for a serious talk with aunty and uncle.
Xxxxx
Stashing everything in my room, opening a window for Hedwig so she could fly in, I went downstairs. By now I was already used to being treated like a dangerous animal, pretending to be possessed by mum and dad will do that. The three of them were watching a TV show, I sat down in a chair, patiently waiting for the show to be over.
I said: "Uncle, aunt, I found several things out today, and have some options for you. You did not have any other choice than to take me into your home. I found out I have inherited my parent's home, and want to live there, to be able to do that, you need to give up the guardianship to people from the other side. If you insist that I have to stay then you must allow me to use my stuff in my room. If you agree that I move out, then I have to find some people to be my guardian, I thought it was best to talk to you first.
Three different expressions, Duddi did not want me to leave, Tuni was jumping to get rid of me, Vernon wanted me out but did not want to lose his stockbroker. Duddi complained: "Come on harry, it is not so bad here and I don't care if you are a wizard, I think it is wicked, can I learn it too?" That was the deciding factor for Vernon, the freak was a bad influence on his boy.
Vernon: "Find some guardians, and we sign the papers if you keep getting me information about those companies." I nodded: "I can live with that, but only until I graduate from that school." Seven years of information about the stock market will make him millions. More than they deserve I know, I had my fun though with training Duddi to be a nice guy and keeping the two others walking on eggshells around me.
"This month I'll start searching for guardians, and spend my holidays at school, by next year it will be done. Dud, I'll visit and write letters ok? You are starting at Smelting's this year so you'll be away most of the year too. Alright, I'm going to my room to sort things out."
Xxxxx
Now the first thing to try out is my wand. Has it already The Trace, or do they mark it at school? Hermoine said on the train she had already practiced some spells when she met Harry, even could repair his glasses. My spare wand will stay at home to be certain. I raised my wand and did a wingardium leviosa on a piece of paper, the bloody thing didn't move. Concentrating harder this time I pushed my magic through my wand, before I could say wingardium the paper stuck to the ceiling… silent intent casting? How the hell am I going to pretend to learn spells? Well, I cast a spell, let's wait for the owl from the ministry, according to the clerk from the pet shop it should be 20 mins tops.
While waiting on that owl, I tried opening the trunk, curious what was inside it, the bloody thing did not budge, password protected? I pushed some magic in, that did not work at all. Crap, it needs my blood I guess, picking my thumb and putting it on the lock, it opened. It is a three-compartment trunk loaded with books and stuff. Compared with my shopping list, I only needed to buy two new books and the potion ingredients.
I opened the book on magical theory, a letter fell out, from mum and dad I suppose. It said:
Dear Harry,
I sincerely hope we are sitting next to you when you read this letter. But the odds are against us this time. We are preparing for the worst and hope for the best. We are fighting that maniac Voldemort with a group Dumbledore started in his war with Grindelwald. No doubt we have some traitors among us because our numbers dwindling rapidly. Dumbledore with his too-soft approach is hurting us too, we are not allowed to kill the bastards, while they are happy to finish us off.
A prophecy is made about you or Neville, one of you will have the power to finish Voldemort for good. Right now we are preparing to hide, Dumbledore convinced us to hide in our cottage under a fidelius, telling us our mansion is too big and requires too much magic to cast the charm. We intend to make Peter our secret keeper and use Sirius as our decoy. This is not my idea but Sirius convinced us telling even Dumbledore found it a good plan. At the moment we suspect that Remus turned at us, but there could be others too.
Harry, there is a secret compartment in our library at the mansion with a copy of our Will. Make sure that the Will is properly executed. You are the last of the mainline and people tend to follow their own agenda instead of what is best for you. Tapsy will know where it is.
In this trunk are our old schoolbooks and notebooks. With some extra books that will aid in your study, now that you have opened the trunk you can set a password instead of pricking your finger every time.
Remember Harry, we both love you very much, no matter what you want to do in life is supported by us 100%, make friends, find a wife or even two, whatever you want.
With love,
Lord James Charlus Potter
Lady Lily-Rose Potter nee Evans
Well… thanks mum and dad for the ammo, now I can shoot an old goat, although I better plan first. My brother would storm in headfirst - think later, lash out at everyone, he did it in his first fan-fic of harry, that horny bastard ended with a bloody harem. Hmm… I can do that too, well… in a few years, there is no movement yet down below.
The books were a goldmine, there were notes on the sidelines with tips and comments. Mum included her old diaries, dad his old broom and quidditch tips on how to fly that thing, also his notes for animagus training. Most of all his copy of the marauder's map, he commented Remus and Peter's map got lost, Sirius map was confiscated. The user manual explained to remove your name from the map and to set them back up. I love you, dad!
Xxxxx
At breakfast Hedwig came up in the conversation: "She will stay in my room, there is something on her normal people will not notice here coming or going. Uncle, I need to buy a telescope, the ones in the normal world are of better quality, can I have your bank card, so I can buy one? I'll repay you later."
Grumbling Vernon handed his bankcard to me, yeah right, two years inside info of the stock market paid off big time, the bastard can afford it. After a normal and a horrible Knight bus ride to the Leaky Cauldron, I grabbed a cab to a store that sold telescopes. I bought a small powerful one, it cost a bit more but if you have to haul that thing up to a tower, it pays itself back. Loaded with my scope I took a cab back to the pub. At the Leaky cauldron I ordered an early lunch, served by a blushing girl, I smiled at her, she is about my age, so I ask: "Hello, my name is Harry, can I ask you do you go to Hogwarts?"
The girl stuttered: "I start this year, just like you. Mmy name is H..Hannah Abbot." Oh, one of the secondary players, often coupled with Neville or put together with Susan Bones in fan-fictions.
I smiled at her: "Hello Hannah, then I am not sure you can help me with this, I bought a new telescope and wanted to have someone enchant it. You know featherweight, unbreakable, extra zoom function, you know that sort of stuff."
She responded: "Wait a bit I ask uncle Tom, he knows a lot of folks in the Ally." Hannah came back with an address: "Uncle Tom gave permission to show you where it is if you want." Hmm… the kid is enthusiastic, why not, better to have more friends than none, especially girls.
"I will never turn the company of a pretty girl down and am grateful that you want to show me around. When I'm finished with my lunch, is that alright?" Nodding with a smile she sat down next to me. Not so nervous anymore she started to loosen up. By the time I finished lunch, I knew the story of her life, her hope and dreams, when I got up and left for the ally Hogwarts came up.
Hannah: "I want to be sorted in Hufflepuff, the house of the loyal and hardworking, what House do you want to be in?" I shrugged: "I don't know any, but if I have to choose, probably one with a roof." It took some time for the joke to get through, she asked: "How do you mean you don't know any? Where do you live? On the moon?"
I joked: "Only on holidays, Nah seriously? I grew up with my aunt, a non-magical aunt. I didn't even know about the wizarding world until a couple of days ago, so right now I only know Huffelypuf."
She glared at me: "Huffelpuf! Do not joke about my House! Did you grow up with muggles? That must be horrible." I looked at her: "that depends on the people you live with, if you live with people in the wizarding world that abuse you every day, that must be horrible too. So no, the last six years were bearable, aunty needed a few years to adjust to me, but now we go along just fine."
While we were walking Hannah had hooked her hand on my arm, pointing several stores to me. At the trunk store, I stopped and told her I need a new trunk. Dragging my telescope all over the ally is tiring. Inside the shop, we could choose from a large selection. The fan-fics went overboard on it, so I asked what the biggest trunk they could make would cost.
The clerk: "There are multi-compartment trunks that go up to twenty compartments, but the maintenance for the expansion runes is costly. Up to seven compartments, they sustain themselves with ambient magic, more and you have to provide it yourself somehow. There are legendary mansion trunks, like the one from Newt Scamander's that has a pocket dimension and grow as big as twenty square miles. Sadly, the way to create them is lost to us, the last builder took the secret to his grave.
I told him: "OK, I want a four-compartment trunk, one with an apartment in it and a compartment with stasis charms to keep potion ingredients fresh. Also a multi-layer book bag with an expansion charm" That set me 600 galleons back, but the apartment has several rooms, I joked at Hannah she was always welcome for a slumber party. She colored a nice shade of red on her cheeks. Anyway, the trunk came with all the bells and whistles, I put the telescope in it and shrunk it.
I smiled at Hannah: That is better, now I can have my full attention to the pretty girl at my side." When the blushing was over I guided the conversation back to Hogwarts and the Houses. I summed it up: "Slytherin is for the ambitious and cunning, but lately they are known for to be evil and bullies, Griffindor is known for the brave but currently for the reckless and also bullies, Ravenclaws are known for the smart and studious but currently for bookworms and bullies. Hufflepuff is known for the hardworking and loyal… Hannah? I think you are promoting the puffs too much, what are the negatives from your house?"
She pouted: "There is no negative thing to say about my house, period." I laughed at that: "Yeah, I almost believe you, we will find out soon enough."
The enchanter had a shop way at the back of the ally, inside, I showed my telescope and my list of enchants I want on them, asking if it was possible. The clerk said: "It is possible, one week, it is going to be between 150 to 200 galleons, 100 upfront please." Hannah gasped: "That is a lot of Galleons Harry! Are you certain to spend it on a telescope?" I shrugged: "I looked at Dad's old telescope, mine is a multitude better than his, with these enchants on I can see the flags that the yanks left behind on the moon." Hannah looked puzzled: "Yanks? What are those?" Laughing: "A nickname for Americans or Macusa, the ones from over the pond."
We left the store, I asked: "If you have time, can you show me where I can buy some wizarding clothes? You know? To fit in your world. Hannah got stars in her eyes: "I know several stores, and your trunk is empty, we will have a good time!" Somehow that scares me, I have a bad premonition.
Hanna called out: "Biddy!" A house-elf popped in: "Miss Hanni called?" Hannah: "Can you bring Susi here, tell her I am shopping with Harry Potter." Biddy popped out. I asked: "Do I need to get scared? You are bringing reinforcements in." She scoffed: "Susan is a fellow puff, there is no need to be scared, only if you have bad intentions… you don't have those, do you?" I mumbled: "not for at least two more years." She smacked my arm: "I heard that! And you have to wait until we are in our fourth year for that!" Huh? They already planned for that?
Susan Bones popped in, after some blushing introductions, I got dragged all over the ally, although I am used to it, in secondary school those girls used to drag me around all of the time. A few hours and a couple of hundreds of galleons later, I was set.
At last, I said: "Now I need some new glasses, with some enchants on them. I heard there is even a bloke with an enchanted eye that can see through clothes, I want to know if that is true." Susan screamed: "Noo… that can't be true! That is Mad-Eye Moody you are talking about, he is a regular visitor at our place. If that is true I hex his eye up his… no. That is not a proper thing to say." Sadly the glasses could not be spelled that way, but I got waterproof, unbreakable, and zoom.
The shopping spree was over, my last stop was Gringotts to ask for a muggle credit card I said my goodbyes on the steps of the bank: "Well girls, it was a lot of fun, can I invite you both for a day on the muggle side? You can bring an adult chaperon along with you, how about next Saturday? Nine-thirty?
Hannah looked at Susan, somehow they came to an agreement and Hannah said: "Saturday is busy for me, I need to help uncle Tom, how about a weekday? Monday and Tuesday are my days off."
I nodded: "Tuesday it is, a lot of shops are closed on Monday. Till Tuesday then, bye."
Xxxxx
That went well, I got my foot in the door at two key players, with a bit of luck I meet aunty Bones this month. Thinking about that I entered Gringotts. When they led me to Blooddagger's office he asked me: "Well met Heir Potter, care to explain to me how you knew vault 713 was going to be robbed? Are you a seer? Some things don't add up right, things that even can't be explained being a seer. For example, you behave and talk like an adult, guiding us to remove that Horcrux, how you act with my mother, things like that."
Busted! I have to formulate my answer carefully, or he gets his mommy, granny can detect my lies.
"Well… it started with a frying pan… when Dumbledore dropped me at my aunt, they took it the wrong way and resented me. Forced to house me, they abused me, kept me in a cupboard under the stairs. When I was four and a bit the day before Halloween, my aunt commanded me to get the frying pan with the bacon in it. I had to get a chair to reach it and accidentally dropped the pan. My aunt got mad and whacked me on the head with that frying pan. They threw me unconscious in my cupboard. Then it gets complicated, somehow I got the memories of an old man in my head. That old man has memories from our world, written in a series of books, a few movies, and fans writing stories in different variations about me. It is about me against Voldemort."
When I stopped speaking, I had to repeat it again to granny, because the tosser didn't believe me. Even granny had a hard time swallowing the story."
Granny: "What did you do then?" I answered: "Well the next day it was Halloween I scared the crap out of my aunt and uncle pretending to be possessed by mum and dad, telling them to behave because they'll be waiting for them. It worked like a charm, I got my own bedroom and got treated better. At school I pretended to be a genius and skipped grades, I graduated top of my class in Secondary Education. If I want, I have several offers from universities with a full scholarship to continue my education with the muggles."
Blooddagger: "You are Harry Potter, otherwise the ring would not have accepted you. So you know about future events?" I shrugged: "To a point yes, it depends how much I change events. Did you get Quirrel? He has Voldemort's wraith with him."
Blooddagger: "We got him alright, he is currently shoveling dragon dung, we did a diagnostic spell on him and discovered the possession, we were just in time to lock him in that body. That will keep him in there for four to five months before he dies. The fact that he is still here proves he has made more Horcruxes."
I said: "I can help you get the other Horcruxes if you want, then I only have to deal with Dumbledore and those death eaters. The hardest one to get a hold of is the one at Malfoy. Another is in the possession of a house-elf who got the order to destroy it but is unable to. One is hidden in Voldemort's maternal house, and one in Hogwarts, that one I can get next month."
Granny: "That madman made six? When you make one you are already mentally unstable." Blooddagger: "If we get them within three months, then he can die smelling like dragon shit. Which ones can you get for us?" I thought for a moment: "The Hogwarts one, the one with the elf, he is from House Black, Maybe I can trick Malfoy into giving the Diary Horcrux. The one in the Gaunt shack in Little Hangleton is guarded with powerful wards that are over my knowledge of wards, which is zero. I can try to summon the elf now if you want." Blooddagger nodded. I stood up and called: "Kreacher, house-elf of house Black come here please." yeah I read that in a fan-fic, I hope it works, it doesn't have to be always original ideas no? After a minute Kreacher popped in looked at me and said: "Why does filthy half-blood summon Kreacher?" before he would pop away I said: "I want to destroy Regy's locket. Can you bring it here? I am a grandson of Dorea Black and heir of Sirius Black." now I hope those names are right. Kreacher: "You can destroy the locket?" Granny: "Bring it here and you can watch."
A very motivated Kreacher popped out and back in with the locket, handing it over to granny. I said: "it requires a parseltongue to open it up, I am one, by the way, basilisk venom works too and fiendfyre, and the goblin way is probably best." Granny went away with Kreacher on her tail, Blooddagger turned to me: "Well heir Potter, what can you tell me about the future?" Doing a Yoda "The future, always in motion it is" was on the tip of my tongue but I settled with: "We speak again when Voldy is gone. Now, do you give services in the muggle world too? Like, provide bank cards? I need one for next week."
We finished our business, I got a bank card on an account with a hundred thousand pounds on it… man it is nice to be rich for a change.
Kreacher came back after a half-hour sobbing, his task is finally done. I said: "Kreacher, next month master Sirius will be released, tell the story from master Regulus to the painting of Walburga, and how Voldemort is responsible for his death. Avoid the Malfoy's, they are responsible for the death of the grandfather of master Regulus and want to kill the last son of the Blacks. Can you do that?" Kreacher nodded and popped out. I was spouting nonsense, it was part speculation and part lying, who cares, if it fucks the Malfoy's up I'm good.
Xxxxx
Back home I used Hedwig to make an appointment with the Greengrasses next week on Wednesday. The following days I studied the courses, memorized the books, and read the notes on the animagus transformation. The first line dad wrote was:
The 'normal' way to be an animagus is faulty.
It is designed to discourage people to become one. Holding a mandrake leaf in your mouth for a month? Every morning at sunrise reciting a spell? And the potion with rare ingredients is just designed to discourage people to become animagus.
We bought a potion from a shaman from a local tribe in Canada, it sends you a vision with your animal when you meditate using the potion. Once you know your animal, it is just a matter of time with meditation and getting in sync with your animal, Peter spends a lot of time with rats to familiarize himself with the animals, Sirius spend a summer with a couple of Irish wolfhounds, while I did the same with a herd of deer. I even think you don't need the potion at all, just a trance or dream walk to find your inner beast, Lily did her transformation in five months, she is a beautiful leopard.
I hope I am not going to be a dung beetle, spending a holiday on a dung heap… Anyway, it is something to try for, I already am used to meditating, I wonder how mum did mingle with leopards though.
Xxxxx
I got back into my routine, meditating, training my magic, exercising with Duddi, and memorizing the course books, especially the potion books.
The wand works for me if I don't say the spells, I just push magic through it with my intent and it works, yelling the spells didn't do shit. The ministry hasn't sent an owl yet, so there is no trace on them. I think the mail block is also lifted because I got fan mail, a drawing from a kid and a love letter from I think a Hufflepuff. I thanked the kid, but how do you respond to a love letter? I did not get any in my previous life, I answered that I am still a bit too young to handle beautiful girls, and better wait a few years. We could settle to be a friend though.
By now I was memorizing third yearbooks, Runes were just a few more languages, and arithmancy simple mathematics.
Xxxxx
Tuesday arrived, the bloody Knight bus tossed me all over the place, but I was on time in the Cauldron. Hannah and Susan were already waiting for me in passable muggle dresses, I tried to be a gentleman and kisses the hands. Susan giggled: "Almost right Heir Potter, you just have to brush the hands with your lips." I responded: "Where is the fun in that? I prefer my way. I'll use your way for the adults." Hannah said: "I hope he is going to be good at duels, if he keeps doing this he will get some."
I asked: "Is there going to be some chaperon? Or do they trust me with two not so innocent young Ladies?" Hannah: "What do you mean not so innocent?" Answering: "Well on our chopping trip you both tried to corrupt me to be a Huffelypuf, and to be honest so far it is succeeding." Hey, the wizarding world knows the fist pump. Susan said: "Hannah's sister Peggy and her betrothed Peter Edwards will accompany us." Hannah: "He is a half-blood and knows his way around in the muggle world."
Sis came in with loverboy, I brushed the hand while the girls were giggling. I started: "We are with five persons, so two cabs or we take the bus or tube What do you prefer? Edwards: "Give the full experience, we take the tube, then the bus. Where to?" I answered: "Harrods, then a movie, I have my trunk with me for the bags, or you can call on your elves… dammed I forgot to check my properties. That is for the day after tomorrow. Edwards? I never took the tube can you take the lead?"
Xxxxx
Harrods was fun for the purebloods, when they went in the lingerie section with Peggy, Peter and I looked at each other, I said: "Meh... never show fear before the enemy, and lingerie are men's best friend. Let's dive in and never be embarrassed." Peter: "If you say so." For the next half hour, Peter was tortured by Peggy, who was working really hard to make him blush. Susan and Hannah were still kids so they stuck with normal underwear. When we left the shop I paid for Hannah and Susan's purchases. At the end of our shopping trip we all bought some clothes, I had fun watching Peter getting teased by Peggy, he kept adjusting his pants to hide his stiffy. At noon we bought something from a food stand.
The next stop was the movies, Terminator two was a good choice to scare them out of their pants for technology. Anyway, Peter had the chance to blow off some steam in the dark with Peggy, the girls were captivated with the movie with a big pack of popcorn.
The last stop was dinner, I asked what they wanted, posh, Thai, Chinese, or fast food. Peter knew a good Chinese restaurant close by. You know, I hate chopsticks… it is impossible for me to eat anything with them. The girls got the hang of it after a few tries, I sucked big time. I had to admit my defeat and use a fork. At dinner, I told them how I scared Daphne Greengrass and how the Greengrasses helped me buy my wand. Later I got peppered with Huffelpuf propaganda, four puffs is not fair to deal with, when I delivered them back to the Leaky Cauldron I was almost convinced Puffs is the house for me. We divided our shopping's and said goodbye. I have five friends now.
Xxxxx
The next day I had to take that fucking bus again to the Cauldron, Mrs. Greengrass was waiting for me to guide me through the floo, I confessed to never done it before, the idea alone to stand in a fire is scary, the floo ejected me like those guys in the circus with their canon, I flew across the room and stopped at a pair of legs. I heard a man say: "A first-timer he? It shows."
I answered: "Yeah, I think I lost my dignity back there." Getting to my feet I stood in front of Lord Greengrass. I started: "Pleased to meet you Lord Greengrass, thank you for welcoming me into your home. I hope you can excuse me for some mishaps, cause I don't know wizarding customs." He answered: "No problem Heir Potter, we will give you some leeway, Welcome into our home, you met my wife and oldest daughter, this here is my youngest Astoria, she will attend Hogwarts next year." Handshake for the man, and brush the hands for the girls. No shenanigans when dad is watching like a hawk.
Astoria was an enthusiast: "You are famous! I have all your books! Can you please sign them for me? Daphne is too shy to ask you to sign hers." Daphne: "Tori!"
I asked: "Books? I have books? Can I see one?" hah... she had her collection ready. Harry Potter with dragons, manticores, unicorns, Hippogriff's, Hydra, even a fucking basilisk, saving the princess, pretty witches, you name it Potter did it. I remarked: "Boy that Potter got around a lot, it must be someone else, because I don't remember a thing, Ah, maybe Lockhart obliviated me too."
Mrs. Greengrass: "What do you mean with obliviated?"
I answered: "I browsed through his books in the bookshop. In the year he spend with that yeti he was in three different places. So if he claims he did all that, he is Merlin reincarnated, or he interviewed the wizards who did the actual thing, obliviate them, and claim the deed for himself. I got interested when I noticed it. Even I can tell that man is a fraud, he is more precise with explaining what hair products he is using than what spell he used to actually kill that yeti."
Oops, looking at her face, it seems Mrs. Greengrass is a fan. Mr. Greengrass mumbled: "I told you so." Hmm… I better stay away from the topic. Daphne came to save me: "Heir Potter, please follow me to the parlor for some tea, I have some questions about your magic if you don't mind." Mr. Greengrass: "Yes, my wife and daughter told me about it, it is highly unusual to feel magic so far away. You summoned a wand from across the room, one tuned for you, even helped my daughter with hers. Can you explain how you learned that or is it personal or family magic?"
I thought about how to explain it: "When I was five I went outside and sensed the boundaries of the blood wards Dumbledore erected around our house." it was a good evasion because lord Greengrass exploded: "He did what? Blood wards are highly illegal! The wards have to be powered by a magical being that lives there."
I shrugged: "Granny had a hard time removing everything from me, a blood tracker, a drain to power those blood wards, my magic was bound, when they released the bindings I got three times more magic. There was a rather nasty thing in my scar as well, but it was dark magic of the worst kind, and rather tell it to you in person, so you can decide your children are allowed to know about it."
Mrs. Greengrass: "Granny?" I told her: "The mother of my account manager, she never told me her name but she feels like a granny, she was among them that removed the curse and bindings."
Daphne: "Heir Potter? Boundaries of the wards?" Man, she is like a pit bull, I can't shake her off. "Well as I was saying I was playing outside at the boundary and felt the magic, I am told to be pretty smart, so most of the time I am bored. I started to play with that feeling, circulating it through my body, the Chinese call them meridians and acupuncture points. I did that every morning and evening, when I was seven I started to remember everything better, understand things better, faster.
So I kept on doing the exercise twice a day. When I was eight I started to move things, like marble and lifting a sheet of paper in the air. I kept on improving it, I thought it was telekinesis, muggles cal it so if you move things with your mind. So if you want to learn it, Miss Daphne, it took me six years without missing a day."
Daphne: "You can levitate things without a wand?" I answered: "To be honest I have more control without a wand than with one. The first time I tried a leviosa, smashed a paper to the ceiling. Although I have a question about that wand, we are forbidden to use it and has a trace on it, I am using it almost for a week now and nobody complained."
Mr. Greengrass: "Every wand of Olivander sold to a kid, Olivander put the spell on it himself. Wands from another shop get the trace on the first day in Hogwarts."
Daphne: "Can you help me to feel magic?" Hell no, I read that fan-fic of my brother, I am not touching that. I closed my eyes and felt the magic signatures from the Greengrasses, Daphne has it close to her mother, Astoria more as her dad.
"Miss Daphne, ask your mother to do magic on you, and try to find the same feeling inside your body, even as how small it seems, and start moving it. Miss Astoria, resonates more like her dad. That is all I can teach you, meditation can be done the same as your occlumency training."
Mr. Greengrass: "You have occlumency?" I shrugged: "It evolved in a mindscape. At the moment I didn't what it was, I just started to sort my memories. I have the schoolbooks from my parents now and a book on the subject was with it. I can promise, the first one that tries to read my mind will be very sorry."
Mrs. Greengrass asked: "That leaves the fact that you grew up with muggles, and don't know a thing from our society. As the last Heir of your line, you had to learn our ways."
I sighed: "I was sixteen months old when Dumbledore dropped me off on the doorstep. I could not say I want to stay with someone else. I found out I have a mansion and want to live there, but then I need another magical guardian, there is no way that man gets on my property. My aunt and uncle are eager to get rid of me, they are scared of magic. My guess is I had a few magical accidents when I was a baby and did some damage. It got better when I could control my magic. Does the wizarding world have lawyers?"
Mr. Greengrass: "We have them, but few that want to go head to head with Dumbledore, the ones that are willing are not of the nicest sort. Your best chance is Amelia Bones as a Guardian. She is powerful and honest. I would offer myself, but our family is considered gray, leaning to dark. And it would get shot down in an instant. The light side would never accept that."
"Well… they can't control who I am socializing with, in my opinion, magic has no color, it is the people that are deciding how they will use it. I can kill with a levitation charm as good as someone kills with a killing curse."
An owl flew in and landed before Daphne, after reading the letter she asked her dad: "Tracey want to come over to ask Heir Potter to help choose her wand, I explained how Heir Potter helped me find the best one possible, and she wants the same experience if he agrees in exchange for an appropriate favor from her."
I reacted: "I don't mind helping your friend, but am a bit wary about the favor, what does that mean?" Mrs. Greengrass: "That can be anything, from helping with your homework to helping you buy something via her connections."
I said: "We can do it today if she comes over, that gives Lord Greengrass the chance to witness it himself." Yeah, right the next one needs to pay.