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Chapter 4: There and Back Again

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Harry woke up with a soft groan. He raised his hand to his head and rubbed his scar as he sat up. Swinging his legs off his bed, he lowered his hand and raised his head. He smiled. "Revan, Meetra," he greeted. "Good morning."

The ghostly forms of his masters greeted him back. "Good morning, Harry," Meetra replied. "I trust your nightmares didn't bother you that much?"

He shook his head. "No. They were there but I was fine." He smiled. "I had you two with me."

Both masters nodded at him, Meetra smiling back. She then asked, "So you're going back to Diagon Alley today?"

Harry nodded as he stood from his bed and got dressed. "Yeah. I have a list ready of the things I am getting while I'm there." He pulled a small piece of paper to his hand and waved it in front of them. "I'll be prepared on what to get."

Revan nodded. "Very good."

"What did you have in mind, Harry?" asked Meetra.

Shrugging, he looked at his paper and said, "I was thinking of buying a few more books. I also want to get a pet, perhaps an owl." He snapped his fingers. "Ah! I should also see if I can get a second wand!"

"A second wand?" she asked, raising a brow. "What is it for?"

Harry frowned as he pulled his phoenix wand to his hand. "This wand may be mine but it is still made from expectations. Mr. Ollivander expected great things from me because its core is the same as that of Voldemort's. I wouldn't be surprised if Professor McGonagall or the ones she told about this expected the same from me to act as the polar opposite, the contrast of Voldemort, the light to his dark. So, I want to have a wand that is essentially a blank slate, a wand that has no connection to Voldemort or anyone else but me."

Meetra frowned. "I don't recall you having a reaction to another of the wands in that store."

Harry pursed his lips. "I'll ask Mr. Ollivander if he can make me a second wand. I don't know if I need to bring my own wand core and wood or if he can provide materials for me."

While Meetra nodded in understanding, Revan remained quiet. Then, he said, "Harry, when you get back into Diagon Alley and get your money from that bank, ask for the Revan vault from the goblins."

Harry's brows furrowed. "You have a vault in Gringotts? Won't it be closed after three hundred years?"

"Bank accounts – or vaults, in this case – close when a family line dies without a viable heir to pass it down to. I had a vault opened to my name back then but didn't really die until three hundred years later. To be fair, I didn't expect to live for that long but I consider it a boon since it brought me and Meetra to you."

"You can't have named me heir before you died. You said that the Force can grant visions but it's only a vision of a possible future," Harry countered.

"Oh, Force, no, no." Revan chuckled softly. "I didn't get a vision of a future three hundred years from when I gained a vault. But I did leave a will that specified instructions on what to do if someone was to approach them with knowledge of my vault."

Harry nodded in understanding. "I see. I'll ask them about your vault after I get money from mine, master. Thank you." He bowed to his masters before leaving his room, closing the door behind him. Going down the stairs and to the dining room, he was met with the scent of bacon and eggs. Giving his aunt a pleasant smile, he greeted, "Good morning, Aunt Petunia."

"Oh, good morning, Harry," she absently said, pausing to return the greeting before turning back to the food. "Your food's by the table, by the way. When you're done with them, Vernon and I will take you to London so that you can get to...to that place." She sniffed disdainfully at the mere thought but continued to cook.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," replied Harry, nodding and heading to the table.

"Why does Harry need to go to London, Mummy?" asked Dudley before letting out a loud belch.

"Close your mouth, Dudders," she automatically replied. "But Harry has some school supplies he needs to buy that he didn't get yesterday."

"Oh, okay," he said, ignoring the first part of her sentence and turning his focus back on the television and food.

"Aunt Petunia," Harry started, "can you or Uncle Vernon join me in Diagon Alley? I don't want to be alone there. They seem to find me famous and I don't want to have them to see me alone there and gather around me like they almost did yesterday."

Her aunt let out another derisive sniff. "Of course, Harry. God knows their lot don't know anything about propriety."

"Don't you worry, Harry!" exclaimed Uncle Vernon. "I'll make sure those lot don't distract you while you're shopping!"

"Thanks, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia." Hearing both of them grunt out a reply, he returned to his breakfast.

After breakfast, Harry sat on the passenger's seat of his uncle's car, ready for the hour-long drive to London. It was a quiet drive, just the way Harry liked it. It was really easy to persuade his uncle to maintain his temper and keep quiet during the drive; it gave Harry the peace to meditate during the trip.

"Harry, Harry." His uncle's voice tore through his meditations and woke him up. "We're here, Harry."

Harry opened his eyes and looked around. True enough, the sign to the Leaky Cauldron was across the street from where they were parked. "Thanks, Uncle Vernon," he said as he stepped out of the car.

His uncle replied, "You're welcome, Harry," as he locked the car. "I'll follow you, Harry. Lead on."

Harry led his uncle out of the parking lot and towards the wizarding pub across the street. He opened the door and went in. His uncle grunted with slight effort to fit through the door, which drew all attention to him – and, by extension, Harry.

"Oh, welcome back, Mr. Potter!" Tom the barman exclaimed, waving at him with a wide smile. "Pleasure to have you again!" The sounds of chair scraping on the floor reached their ears, making Tom exclaim. "Oi, you lot! Don't go starting crowding around the boy! He's a student and a young boy, not a circus attraction!" Grumbles and mumbles met him but no one argued with him and they returned to their seats.

Harry's smile was strained but he maintained a pleasant voice as he said, "Thank you, Mr. Tom. I'm here to get a few more things that I didn't get yesterday so please don't mind me."

"Ah, of course, Mr. Potter," he said, nodding at him. "Let me get the door to Diagon Alley open for you."

Nodding at him, he said, "I'd like that, Mr. Tom. Thank you." He and Uncle Vernon walked past the tables and chairs to join Tom, who had left the bar to escort them to the small courtyard. Taking out his wand, Tom tapped at the brick wall. As the bricks slowly parted to show Harry and Uncle Vernon Diagon Alley, Tom said, "Oh, and Mr. Potter, it's just Tom."

Harry gave him a small smile. "Thank you, Tom."

"Of course, Mr. Potter," he replied, nodding at him. "It's the least I could do."

The smile remained but his lips twitched subtly before he stepped into the Alley with his uncle in tow and he heard the passageway close behind him. He could sense his uncle's discomfort while trailing behind him and he could hear his grumblings from so close.

"What is with their get-up?" Uncle Vernon grumbled. "No fashion sense, I swear."

Harry found it funny that his uncle would say that when his old alma mater's uniform was just as atrocious. But he didn't disagree with it either; these wizards and witches did like their flowing robes, extra accessories, and bright colors.

Eyes trailed after the two of them but none approached them. Whether it was because of his uncle's presence or his...large stature, Harry didn't know but he was grateful for it. It let him go to Gringotts without incident. As they approached the bank, his uncle put a hand to his shoulder.

"Harry, what is that?!" Uncle Vernon hissed in his ear, his discomfort rising even higher.

Harry looked at him and then at what his uncle was looking at. "Well...those are goblins. They're the bankers."

"Th-they're not normal!"

Wincing, he turned to his uncle and whispered, "Please don't say that while we're in or anywhere close to Gringotts, uncle. We don't really want a fight breaking out."

Vernon's face scrunched in disgust at the thought of being close to any goblin. "Fine," he softly snapped. "But you'll do all the talking! I don't want to talk to any of them!"

Harry sighed and nodded. "Sure, Uncle Vernon." He slowly led his uncle up the steps to Gringotts, taking note of his uncle's disgust growing with each step. Harry then sensed the goblin guards' irritation as they approached, likely from his uncle's reaction. Harry sighed again, entering the bank proper and going past the second door and under the warning text. He approached one of the tellers not busy and said, "Hello. I want to visit my vault."

The goblin looked up from his paperwork and peered down at him through his glasses; Harry could see the name 'Grognak' on his tag. "You are Harry Potter," he said. "Do you have your key?"

Harry nodded and handed him his key. "Here it is."

"Very good," replied Grognak before he called out, "Slapjaw!" Another goblin joined them, coming from one of the hallways leading away from the tellers. "Take Mr. Potter and his...guardian" – the goblin's face scrunched in discomfort at addressing Uncle Vernon, noting his expression – "down to his vault."

Slapjaw nodded and escorted the duo away from the teller and into a hallway that led to the railway. Calling a cart down, the goblin gestured for Harry and Uncle Vernon to get in first before following suit.

Uncle Vernon looked around him, muttering, "Where are the ruddy seat belts on this thing?"

"Seat belts?" asked Slapjaw, smirking nastily at him. "You mean those Muggle strips of leather on Muggle transportation? This is the magical world, sir; we don't have those things here."

Uncle Vernon's face turned purple at the snarky tone the goblin spoke with but Harry's hand on his arm stopped him from responding.

"Uncle, it's alright," Harry said. "These things may be fast but they're safe."

"Safe?!" Uncle Vernon exclaimed incredulously. "What's safe about what looks like a roller coaster without any safety harness?!"

Harry grimaced. "It's all magic, uncle."

As expected, something twitched in his uncle's temples. "Fine," he hissed. "But if I fall-"

Harry interrupted him, "You won't, Uncle Vernon. I've been here yesterday." He turned to Slapjaw. "Let's just go before anything else happens."

Slapjaw let out a snort of derision but nonetheless complied, starting the trip down the tunnels beneath Gringotts. However, the goblin didn't bother keeping his laughter down when Uncle Vernon let out an exclamation of surprise and a string of obscenities as they descended.

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When they arrived in front of Harry's vault, Uncle Vernon stepped off first and leaned on a wall to catch his breath. His face was a sickly shade of green and he took shuddering breaths while Harry and Slapjaw got off the cart.

Slapjaw took out the key to Harry's vault and slid into the vault's slot. After twisting it to unlock it, he pulled the key out and opened the vault door. "Your vault, Mr. Potter," he said.

"Thank you," Harry thanked him as he entered the vault. He took out a bag, scooped a handful of coins into it, and weighed it in his hands. Satisfied by the amount, he stepped out of the vault, saying, "Alright, Slapjaw. Let's get back up. I still have one more thing to do before I'm done here."

The goblin raised a brow but shrugged and entered the cart.

Harry turned to his uncle and said, "Come on, Uncle Vernon. We need to get back up."

"Already?" his uncle complained. "We just got off it!"

Harry gave him a disarming smile and a small application of the Force to affect him. "You can handle it, uncle. It's just one more ride and you won't have to ride this thing again."

Uncle Vernon hesitated briefly before slowly making his way to the cart.

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Harry approached the teller from earlier with Slapjaw following behind him; Uncle Vernon was left on a bench to recover from the ride again.

"Harry Potter returns," Slapjaw announced,"and he tells that he still has one more thing to ask."

Grognak steepled his hands as he asked, "What more do you need from Gringotts, Mr. Potter?"

Harry took a deep breath and said, "I want to ask about the Revan vault."

Grognak's brows furrowed. "I have no memory of a Revan vault." Both goblins looked at each other and started talking to each other in their native language. Slapjaw then left the two of them alone. "Slapjaw will ask our manager about this vault you're asking about." He narrowed his eyes. "If it does exist, what is your relation to this...Revan line? To my knowledge, neither the Potter nor the Evans line have such a relation."

"I came across something of Revan's and it mentioned a vault he had to his name from long ago."

"I see," muttered Grognak but didn't ask him to elaborate. Instead, they settled for waiting for Slapjaw to return.

Minutes later, Slapjaw returned carrying a furled scroll in his hand. He conversed with Grognak in their native tongue again before handing the teller the scroll and standing off to the side.

Grognak waved the scroll lightly in front of Harry. "According to the manager, this is the only documentation we have of Revan and his vault. The only thing we know is that he had a vault given to his name three hundred years ago but the death clause didn't come into effect until ten years ago. Between those two times, however, neither Revan nor any of his line accessed the vault whatsoever."

Harry pursed his lips, trying to adopt a look of uncertainty. "I-I really don't know anything else about the vault, only that it exists."

The goblin fixed his glasses before unfurling the scroll. After skimming through it, he said, "The will does not designate any specific person as heir, only that whoever possesses knowledge of it and asks for it first will be declared heir." He frowned as Harry sensed disapproval coming from him. "That's a rather lax method of naming an heir."

"I mean," Harry suddenly interjected, "you said that the vault wasn't touched between now and three hundred years ago, right? Maybe Revan kept his vault a secret so well that it took this long for someone like me to even just hear of it?"

"It's still lax." Grognak sniffed as he looked up to Harry. "But a will is a will and everything else seems to be in order." He turned to Slapjaw and, after speaking in their tongue, gestured towards Harry. "Take Mr. Potter here to," he paused to look at the scroll, "Vault 719."

Harry nodded at him. "Thank you," Harry said, before following Slapjaw. When the goblin stopped by Uncle Vernon, Harry said, "I think we should leave him here. The trip to my vault kind of took a lot out of him."

"As you wish," Slapjaw said, leaving Uncle Vernon to recover on the bench and leading Harry back into the cavern. After calling a cart again, he let Harry ride it front before moving to the controls in the back and sending them back down the caves again.

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Vault 719 had no keyhole, unlike Harry's own Vault. Slapjaw approached the door and stopped in front of it. Harry looked at the door up and down before turning to Slapjaw. "I don't see a keyhole. Isn't there a key for this vault?"

The goblin turned to him. "No, there isn't. The vaults on the sixth level and below do not use keys to open them. Added security, you see."

"Okay," said Harry. "So how do you open this vault?"

Slapjaw ran a finger down the length of the door, which slowly melted away. He explained, "If anyone other than a Gringotts goblin were to try this, they'd get sucked in and be unable to get out until we open it for routine maintenance."

Harry didn't like the sound of that. "How often do you do maintenance?"

Slapjaw grinned nastily at Harry. "I'd say, about once every ten years."

Harry's face scrunched in distaste. "Lovely," he drawled before moving to enter the vault. The vault was filled with gold and silver bars and coins with a lone intricate cube atop a pedestal.

"Odd," Slapjaw commented as he peered into the vault. "I recall Gringotts vaults being bigger than this. Could this Revan person have changed the vault interior?"

Harry asked, "Can a vault holder do that? Change how a vault looks, I mean?"

"As long as the vault holder pays the fee," replied Slapjaw, "whether through this vault or through another method, the holder can deposit in, withdraw from, or do whatever he wishes with the vault. Within reason, of course," he then appended.

Harry then understood; if Revan's vault was smaller than what a Gringotts vault should be, then Revan somehow managed to lock the bigger portion of the vault using the device as the key. He pursed his lips and turned to the goblin. "Mr. Slapjaw," he called.

When the goblin looked at him, Harry acted. Through eye contact, Harry reached out through the Force to the goblin's mind. To Harry's surprise, Slapjaw's mind was unprotected. He then delved deep into the goblin's mind. Harry's brows furrowed as he tried to concentrate in his mental probing.

Harry didn't have difficulty with the Dursleys because they were particularly weak-minded and had simpler thoughts. On the other hand, reaching into Slapjaw's mind was more complicated. Whether it was because he was a part of a bank or because he was a goblin, Harry found the goblin's mind to be more complex.

Sensations, images, and emotions gathered in his mind and Harry knew them to be Slapjaw's. He focused on ignoring thoughts not his own and on influencing the goblin's mind. When he felt himself connecting with it, he raised a hand and waved it in front of his face. "I can handle things from here, Slapjaw. You can leave me in here until I'm done."

Slapjaw seemed to slacken and replied monotonously, "You can handle things from here, Mr. Potter. I can leave you in here until you're done." The goblin then stepped out the vault and stayed by the entrance, as Harry wanted him to.

Harry let out a soft sigh as he turned back to the floating device. Raising his hand hesitantly, he reached forward and touched it. He took a deep breath and channeled the Force to the device. His eyes scrunched shut as his vision was filled with a bright light.

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When Harry opened his eyes, all he saw was white. He looked around with confusion. "Where am I?"

Then Harry heard a voice behind him. "You are here because you are the one I chose to be my heir."

Harry spun around to face the speaker, only for his eyes to widen. "Revan," he exclaimed. "You're here!"

The masked and hooded figure tilted his head. "I am not the Revan you seem to know, young one. I am Revan from when I created this, the Revan who found and mastered the Star Forge."

That's when Harry took a closer look at Revan. This Revan was indeed different from the one he knew. This Revan's form seemed to fizzle very, very slightly, like watching from a television, and looked more cyan than the bluish glow of a Force ghost. He also lacked the same presence in the Force that the other Revan possessed. "Are you...a recording? Or a ghost?"

"I'm a hologram," Revan explained, "brought out of the holocron in my vault by you."

"A holocron?" Harry repeated, his eyes wide. "You had a holocron as both a security device and a repository of knowledge for your vault."

Revan lightly scoffed, "Of course. I won't give valuable knowledge and items to just about anyone. Simply knowing my vault's existence is not enough to be worthy of it; that's a poor security measure. That's why I'm here: to properly test the worthiness of those who approach me."

Harry licked his lips. "And how will you test me, Revan?"

Suddenly, objects and entire landscapes seemed to rush towards the two of them and Harry, not able to help it, closed his eyes and raised his arms to protect his head. The air around him whooshed loudly but nothing got close to him or touched him. When the sounds cleared, Harry lowered his arms and opened his eyes. His entire surroundings changed; what was once a white expanse became what looked like an obstacle course. On the other side of the course, atop a raised, wide platform was the form of Revan, his arms crossed and his gaze locked on Harry.

"The magicians of this world know little of the Force," said Revan, disapproval in his voice. "What they know, they call magic. They are also incapable of the physical feats that Jedi and Sith are capable of doing." Revan gestured to the course. "So, my chosen heir, test your skill. Come to me."

Revan had a point, Harry mused. There was a lot of acrobatics that he would need to do to get to his master and Harry doubted the common witch or wizard would be able to. None of the wizards and witches he came across earlier today and yesterday would be able to get past the obstacle course in front of him. Their robes would restrict them from doing a lot of the movement and some even had a bit of poundage to them that would make all this even more difficult.

Harry shook his head. Focus, Harry, focus, he mentally chided himself. He then looked at the course properly to decide on a path to get to Revan. He bent his knees and started on a run. He took a great leap to get to the other platform. Landing, he continued his sprint, his feet taking him from the platform to the nearby wall. By the end of the wall, he jumped to reach a lone bar and swung on it, landing with a roll. He did a running start to get a few feet up the wall before grabbing onto the climbable surface and reaching the top. Now halfway through the course, Harry grinned wide as he looked at Revan, still standing on the platform and watching him.

Harry always loved doing this, the rush of constant agile motion, the thrill of acrobatic movement as he got from point A to point B. It got his blood pumping and he relished in the feeling. Taking a deep breath, Harry ran forward to complete the other half of the course.

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Revan tilted his head as Harry landed in front of him. "Well done," he said.

Harry was panting heavily but he grinned at Revan. "You trained me well, Revan."

Revan hummed before saying, "But, you were distracted at the beginning and halfway through the course; you will need to work on focusing on the here and now." Harry flushed in embarrassment. "Nevertheless, let's carry on. So, you've shown to be capable of physical feats. Now, let's test your control over the Force under stress." The environment changed again and Harry found himself surrounded by big boulders.

Frowning, Harry looked around at the boulders around him. Revan obviously doesn't want me to just lift these rocks. Control over the Force under stress? What kind of stress is he talking about? Maybe he wants me to do some exercise while using the Force? I mean...exercise is a kind of stress. I'll give it a try. He raised his hands, put them on the floor, and then lifted his feet into the air. As he steadied himself on his handstand, he closed his eyes and reached out to the boulders with the Force. His face scrunched in effort as he slowly levitated the boulders around him. Focus. Breathe. Focus. Breathe.

He didn't know how long he held his focus but he was brought out of his meditation when Revan said, "That's enough, apprentice."

Harry let out a gasp and a grunt as he tumbled to the floor, his arms aching and his breathing more labored than before. All around him, he heard the deep rumble of the boulders crashing when he stopped his meditation.

"You've got potential," said Revan. "You're young and have plenty of time to refine your physical and mental capabilities. I'll give you time to recover before I give you your last test."

Harry numbly nodded. "Yes, master," he breathlessly replied, trying to catch his breath. He slowly sat up, calming his breathing and his racing heart, while he watched Revan dismiss the boulders around them. Harry asked, "What's next, Revan?"

His masked mentor turned to him, holding two metallic, intricate cylinders. He tossed one to Harry, who caught it with wide eyes.

"Is this-" Harry cut off as he heard a snap-hiss, and hum coming from Revan.

"Training lightsabers," Revan replied, holding up the cylinder, from which extended a yellow beam of plasma. "For your final test, show me your proficiency in combat."

Harry's eyes widened in shock. "C-combat?" he asked.

Revan nodded. "Yes. You've shown me your physical and mental capabilities but both will fail if you are unprepared in actual combat."

He pursed his lips, tightened his grip on the lightsaber. It was one thing to practice by himself hitting nothing but air; it was another to hear that he'd be using said practice on an actual enemy.

Revan sensed his hesitation. "Are you turning back now, after all the work you've done? Is your resolve wavering? Surely, the Revan you know would've told you about the life of a Jedi?"

"I-I-I-"

He pointed the lightsaber at Harry and said, "Are you not the one I chose to be my heir? Do you mean to say that I chose poorly? Should I have chosen a different person?"

His heart pounding – this time in nervousness – Harry slowly stood up and looked down at the hilt in his hands. He looked back up and clicked the activation stud on his lightsaber. He heard a second snap-hiss, and hum before seeing a similar yellow beam emerging from his hilt. "I-I'll do it!" He squared his shoulders and assumed his stance.

Revan stepped back and lifted his own blade, his free hand hanging loosely on his side, and said, "Very good. Now, come at me."

Harry gritted his teeth and charged at Revan, his lightsaber poised to strike.

Revan parried the first blow and pushed Harry to the side.

Recovering, Harry swung back around and struck at Revan's torso.

Revan blocked the blow and knocked it away. He took a few steps forward and brought his saber down on Harry's head.

Letting out a soft hiss, Harry raised his blade to block the strike. His leg shot out and kicked Revan in the torso. As his master grunted and broke contact, Harry took a leaping start towards him.

Revan sidestepped the attack and struck at Harry's back. Harry brought his saber up, over his shoulder, and to his back to block the blow. Revan quickly disconnected and moved his blade to Harry's front, which he just as quickly blocked by bringing his lightsaber to the front.

Harry pushed Revan's blade away and swung to his master's chest. Revan stepped back and said, "Come on! Stop trying to hit me and hit me!"

Gritting his teeth, the young boy returned to his stance and charge at Revan again with a growl.

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A lightsaber hilt dropped to the training floor, its emitter lightly smoking but otherwise inactive. Harry had his hands to his knees, his form hunched forward, as he looked up to Revan.

Revan deactivated his lightsaber and dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Adequate," he commented. "Your form faltered several times and you tend to telegraph some of your movements. But you have the presence of mind to protect your blind spots. You also managed to rely on instinct, on feeling, than on thought once or twice. Good," he praised. "That shows a focus on the now."

The environment returned to the white void as Revan said, "You are indeed worthy of being my heir. You are young, you have much more left to learn. You will grow and become stronger in time. Don't forget: one's training in the Force never ends." He paused. "I am opening the rest of the vault to you now. Everything in it is now yours." He looked back down to Harry and continued, "Use its contents however you see fit. And as a holocron, I still have plenty of things to teach you."

Harry gave him a smile. "Yes, Revan. Thank you."

Revan nodded as both of them slowly disappeared from the void. "Now, go, Harry Potter, and remember: the Force will be with you always..."

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Harry gasped loudly as his ears were suddenly assaulted by the sound of a cart thundering down the cavern outside the vault. He spun around to the vault entrance before looking around wildly. He then turned back to the holocron.

It was glowing.

The vault rumbled as a vault wall split open and slowly moved to the sides, like two concrete curtains being pulled open. Harry's eyes widened as his senses were hit with tremendous Force energy. Crystalline structures littered the inner vault, glowing brighter than the vault sconces on the walls and thrumming with the Force.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Revan's voice asked him. His and Meetra's ghostly forms materialized beside him as he walked into the vault. "It's good to see the crystals grown after all this time."

"You put them here, Revan?" asked Meetra.

He nodded. "I collected a few precious stones in my travels and had a little idea for an experiment. How would Earth's crystals react to being infused with the Force?" He placed a hand on a crystal. "So, I took a handful of them and planted them in the vault. Nature and the Force did the rest." He turned to Harry and said, "I'm proud of you, Harry. You did well in the trial."

He beamed and asked, "Oh! How does that holocron work? It was different from what you told me about a regular holocron."

Revan explained, "That white void is a specialty of the Rakatans. Primarily, they used it to imprison those they deem dangerous." Harry gawked at him but he continued, "But those imprisoned have limited ability to change that white void. So, I combined that with holocron technology to create a sort of virtual reality. When used like a holocron, it will pull in the user's mind into it to be tested. After passing, it will continue to act as a security system but also as the holocron it was meant to be." He then turned to Harry. "So, what is my holocron self's assessment of you?"

Harry told him what the holocron Revan thought of his skills.

Revan nodded. "It's not an inaccurate assessment. There's plenty of room for improvement."

Harry grinned at his master before watching him approach the lone crystal on another pedestal. "Oh, what is that, Revan?"

"This crystal," he said, "is one of my greatest creations. This is the only one of its kind. I call it the Frozen Flame crystal."

Harry's face morphed into one of surprise. "You froze fire?!"

Revan laughed. "Oh, no, no, it's nothing so simple. It's more specific to call it Crystallized Plasma but Frozen Flame sounds better. I used the energy and plasma from the sun powering the Star Forge and crystallized it using the Forge and the Force." He gestured to it. "Go ahead, Harry. Take it. You can use it for your wand."

"Are you sure, Revan? Wouldn't this be better used for a lightsaber?"

"I'm sure," he replied. "I'm quite curious what that wandmaker can do with a material that isn't wood. Besides, if he fails in his task, we can still make use of whatever pieces are left of the crystal."

Harry approached the crystal and took hold of it. "Oh!" he softly exclaimed. "It's warm and cool at the same time!" He turned the crystal in his hands and gave it a closer look.

It was in the shape of a flame, befitting the name, and had an orange glow encased in a clear blue layer of 'ice'.

Looking up at his master, he asked, "And I can use this for my wand?"

He nodded. "Yes."

Harry grinned. "Thank you, Revan!"

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Harry returned to the main lobby with a happy grin on his face with Slapjaw in tow. Following the goblin back to Grognak, he watched the two goblins converse again before Grognak turned to him.

"So, you are indeed the inheritor of the Revan vault," he said. "We'll update our records accordingly, Mr. Potter." He raised a brow. "Is there anything else you need?"

Harry shook his head. "No, thank you. I think I've got all that I need."

"Very well, Mr. Potter," replied Grognak, nodding his head and watching Harry go to his uncle.

"Are you okay, Uncle Vernon?" asked Harry.

His uncle groaned, "I should be fine, Harry. Are we done here?"

"Yes, we are."

"Good," he said, standing up. "Let's get out of here." He then followed Harry out the bank, both of them unaware of the curious gazes of a few goblins around them. Once they were outside Gringotts, Uncle Vernon shuddered. "I don't like that place at all."

Harry and his uncle barely got to the final step when someone said, "Harry? Is tha' you, Harry?"

Turning, he saw a man larger than his uncle bustling over to them. He had just as large hair and beard as he looked down at Harry with his gleaming, black eyes. "Er...are you talking to me?"

"It is you, Harry!" the giant exclaimed, bounding over to him. "You look like yer dad! And yeh have yer mum's eyes too!"

Harry hesitated. "Umm...I'm sorry. Who are you?"

The giant flushed and he laughed sheepishly. "I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts," he said proudly.

"Pleased to...meet you..." Harry slowly replied.

Hagrid said, "I knew yer mum and dad when they were in Hogwarts. Brightest of the lot, they were! It's good ter see yeh, Harry! Gettin' yer stuff for Hogwarts, I see!" He laughed again. "I wanted to bring yeh but Professor McGonagall beat me to it!"

"Okay...so what are you doing here, Mr. Hagrid?"

Hagrid waved a gigantic hand. "Jus' call me Hagrid, Harry; everyone does." He then puffed his chest proudly. "An' Dumbledore got me doin' summat important for him."

"Ah," said Harry, glancing at the Gringotts bank. "He wants you to get something of his from Gringotts?"

Hagrid nodded. "Aye, he does. Can' tell yeh much other than tha'. Important business, yeh see."

"I see...well...my uncle and I should get going, Hagrid."

"Oh! Sure, Harry, sure," Hagrid said, patting him on the shoulder. "Don' let me stop yeh two!"

Harry winced as his shoulder stung in pain but said, "Have a good day, Hagrid."

"Take care of yerself, Harry," he replied as he walked up the bank, waving the two of them goodbye.

Rubbing his shoulder gently, Harry turned to his wide-eyed and open-mouthed uncle.

"Bloody hell..." Uncle Vernon whispered. He then shook his head and looked at Harry alarmingly. "That man was bloody huge!"

"Er, yes, Uncle Vernon, yes, he was."

"Are-are people like that common around here?!"

"Shh!" Harry snapped in hushed tones. "Don't say things like that! They might hear you!"

"I'm sorry, Harry, but-but, you've got to admit! He wasn't...he wasn't normal!"

"I know he's not, uncle, but you still can't say that!"

Uncle Vernon shook his head wildly. "Mental, this world is."

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Harry was starting to regret having his uncle come along with him to Diagon Alley. He wouldn't stop staring at the other wizards and witches with their extravagant robes or the odd non-human going about their business. He was thankfully quiet when Harry bought some extra books from Flourish and Blotts.

On the other hand, his uncle was loud when they approached Magical Menagerie.

"Who the ruddy hell takes bats, toads, and rats for pets?!" he had exclaimed while he and Harry stood outside the shop door. Harry winced, mindful of the dirty glares sent his way, before he pulled his uncle aside and decided to put a stop to this before it gets worse.

"Uncle," Harry said, keeping eye contact with him, the Force immediately taking hold of his uncle's mind. "I think it's best if you keep your opinions to yourself. We aren't looking for trouble."

His persuasion was very effective as always. "Harry, I think it's best if I keep my opinions to myself. We aren't looking for trouble."

Nodding, Harry stepped around his uncle to resume his window shopping. True to his persuasion, his uncle didn't open his mouth to verbalize his inner thoughts but his face did scrunch in discomfort every now and then. Harry frowned as he looked into a cage containing a rather big, ginger cat. As the feline looked at him with its squashed face, Harry gave a soft hum. "I think I'll get an owl. I don't think cats or toads are my type." He smiled at the cat and gave it a wave. "Sorry, little guy, but I'm sure someone else will get you out of there." The cat yawned as he stood up and turned to the street, curling up to sleep.

Uncle Vernon trailed after him, following him to the shop Eeylops Owl Emporium. The door dinged as Harry opened it and entered the dark shop.

A bald wizard in a suit turned and smiled. "Ah, welcome to Eeylops Owl Emporium! Are you looking for your first pet for Hogwarts?" Before Harry could say anything, the man's eyes roamed up his forehead and found his scar. "Harry Potter! It's an honor to have you in my shop!"

Harry internally winced. "Please, I'm just a student, sir. There's no need for that."

"Nonsense, Mr. Potter, nonsense!" he exclaimed, ushering the boy into his store. "You've done us all a huge service and it's only right to treat you right!" He turned to his uncle and beamed. "And who might you be, good sir?"

Uncle Vernon looked ruffled at being addressed by an odd person but puffed his chest. "Vernon Dursley," he replied, "I'm Harry's uncle."

The shopkeeper nodded, gesturing towards him as well. "It's a pleasure to meet more of Mr. Potter's family. Muggle, I assume?" When his uncle's face scrunched in discomfort at the name, the man placated him by saying, "Oh, I meant nothing by it, good sir. I welcome you all the same!" He turned back to Harry with his smile. "So, Mr. Potter, how can this humble manager help you today? What kind of owl would you be looking for?"

Harry kept hidden his discomfort and irritation at the reverence the manager was showing and said, "I don't know. I've never had a pet before and this is my first time getting an owl."

"Ah, of course, of course, how silly of me," the manager laughed. "Let me help you with that." He gestured towards the owls in his shop and said, "Here at Eeylops, we have a variety of owls for everyone. Do you prefer a simple, barn owl? Or do you prefer a smaller and nimble Scops owl? Eeylops has everything you could want!"

Harry looked around at the number of owls around him. Some ignored him in favor of sleeping and some kept their gaze on him with their piercing eyes. As his eyes roamed the selection, he couldn't help focusing on the lone snowy owl amidst the flock of browns. Harry furrowed his brows and said, "What about that white owl in the back?"

"Oh, you have a good eye, Mr. Potter!" the manager exclaimed, bustling over to take the cage holding said owl. "This one got here just yesterday. She's a feisty one, quite rowdy when she's awake. I'm not surprised since she's the first snowy owl we've gotten in a really long time. They're not native to Britain, you see, and so we usually don't get them." He smiled at Harry. "Do you want this snowy owl, Mr. Potter?"

As Harry observed the sleeping snowy owl, he said, "Yes. I'll take her." He paid the 15 Galleons for the owl plus extra for the owl food and then left the shop.

"You gotta take good care of that bird, Harry, and clean up after it" Uncle Vernon said as they continued their trek through the Alley. "You know Petunia doesn't like it when things get dirty."

"I know, Uncle Vernon," replied Harry. "Don't worry. She won't be a bother to Aunt Petunia."

His uncle grunted his reply before asking, "So, what's next on your shopping list, Harry?"

"There's only one thing left, Uncle Vernon." He pointed at Ollivander's shop. "I just need to talk to Mr. Ollivander for a wand."

He ignored the feeling of discomfort at the mention of a wand from his uncle and continued to head towards the wandmaker's shop. Once again, he sensed the dense concentration of the Force as he entered. As his uncle took a seat on the lone chair, Harry took a deep breath before calling out, "Hello? Mr. Ollivander?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter," the wandmaker's voice reached his ears, making Harry turn to him and his uncle jump from his seat. "I recall you already have a wand. What other business might you have with me?"

"I wanted to talk more about wands from yesterday."

"I see, I see." His silvery eyes briefly glanced at his uncle before it went back to Harry. "You asked about the possibility of a second wand choosing the wizard. What more do you wish to know?" He paused. "Do you wish to know if there's a second wand that chose you in my shop?"

Harry pursed his lips. "It's...something like that. But it's less of a second wand in your shop and more of a wand made for myself. A custom wand, I mean."

Disapproval emanating from him, Ollivander's eyes narrowed very slightly as he said, "Long have I not crafted a wand using a core or wood provided by my customers. I am not overly fond of that practice."

"Why is that?"

The wandmaker huffed. "When I openly practiced it, wizards and witches tend to bring materials that are common and unrefined. I always said that a feather doesn't make for a good wand core just because it came from their pet bird or that a twig from their family's tree doesn't mean that it is a good match to be the wood for the wand. But they didn't listen; they never do. And when their wands failed them, they quickly discarded those wands and claimed that I cheated them."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Ollivander."

"So, I resolved to take materials from powerful magical creatures and trees and made my wands from them. When my customers bought them, they found that they were more powerful than wands made from the common materials they brought to me with and, eventually, that practice died out in favor of what I have been doing to this day." He shook his head. "Nevertheless, I don't refuse a request to have a wand made custom. But, I will caution you, Harry Potter, that I cannot guarantee the power of such a wand if the materials are not suitable."

Harry nodded. "I understand, Mr. Ollivander. Um...what kind of material can I use for a core or the wood?"

He shrugged. "Any material is theoretically viable as long as it's from a magical source. I use the term 'wand wood' because wood is the most common material for wands; you can find trees quite literally around the world. My grandfather once used a basilisk's fang as the wand case and a phoenix tear as its core. There was even a story among wandmakers about a young man who had a wand crafted from his own bone and blood."

Harry widened his eyes in surprise. "You can use human body parts?!"

"Oh, yes. It's an unclean practice and humans often make for poor source material compared to any other source but it's a practice nonetheless." He narrowed his eyes at Harry. "I sincerely hope you aren't planning to copy that man's example and mutilate yourself just to have a second wand?"

"What? No! That sounds bad." He rummaged in his pack and pulled out the Frozen Flame. "But I was wondering if you can use this."

Ollivander was surprised as he took the crystal and slowly inspected. "My word! What is this, Mr. Potter? I've never seen anything like this."

"I found it in my vault," Harry explained. "The thing it was on said it's called Frozen Flame. I don't know what it's for but I figured I can ask if I can use it for a second wand."

"This would indeed result in a powerful wand. It would be even stronger with a strong core."

Harry scratched his cheek sheepishly. "I...didn't think that far ahead. I was kinda wondering if you have some stuff that you could — oh! Would my hair work?"

"Your...hair?" Ollivander slowly asked.

He grinned. "You said that anything can be made into a wand as long as it's from something magical. And you also said that bone and blood can work. I don't really want to use either one so how does my hair sound?"

"Are you sure about your choice, Mr. Potter? While material from a human is viable, very rarely does it result in a powerful wand. Your crystal is powerful but I do not know what it will do with your hair as the core."

Harry nodded. "Yup! I don't think this happens a lot so I really want to see what would happen. I mean, I want to see it and I also want to have a second want. You know, just in case."

"Very well, Mr. Potter," said Ollivander. "Then I will need a few strands of your hair." When Harry pulled off a few of his hair and handed it to Ollivander. "Thank you, Mr. Potter. It will take me a few days to study this crystal and find a suitable way to reshape it into a wand."

"Alright," Harry said. "Thank you, Mr. Ollivander. How much do I owe you?"

"Seven Galleons."

He blinked in surprise. "Really? Even for a custom wand?"

"If you didn't provide the materials and instead wanted from my stock, it would indeed cost more. However, since you provided both, I charge seven Galleons, no more, no less."

When Harry paid the aforementioned price, he asked, "When would the wand be ready?"

"Expect your new wand to be delivered to you no later than the end of the month," Ollivander replied.

"Okay! Thank you, Mr. Ollivander!"

As Harry and Uncle Vernon left the shop and Ollivander bid them goodbye with a bow behind them, the former said, "And that should be the last thing. We can go home now, Uncle Vernon."

His uncle breathed a sigh of relief as they returned to and left the Leaky Cauldron. "Thank God! I don't know how much of this I can handle! Come on, Harry! We have a long drive ahead of us!"

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Dumbledore raised his head from his desk as a knock sounded from his door. "Come in."

The door opened and in entered Hagrid, bustling over to him. "I'm back, Professor Dumbledore, sir!"

He gave a smile. "Ah, Hagrid, welcome back. I trust you were able to get what I requested?"

Hagrid reached into his coat and pulled out a small bag, which he put on Dumbledore's desk. "Here it is!"

Dumbledore took the package and put it in his desk before looking up at him. "Thank you again, Hagrid."

"Oh! Yeh'll never guess who I met earlier today, sir!"

He raised a brow. "And who is it that you met today?"

"I met Harry coming from Gringotts!"

Now, both brows rose. "Harry?" he asked. "Harry Potter?"

"Yessir! He was there with a large tub of a Muggle, who was very rude. He kept starin' at me and all!" Hagrid huffed. "It's like he hasn't seen a half-giant before!"

"I surmise that Mr. Potter's uncle indeed has never seen a half-giant before, Hagrid. So his reaction is to be expected." He paused. "Young Harry came from Gringotts with his uncle, you say? Did he say why?"

Hagrid scratched his beard. "I don't think we talked about tha'."

"I hope he doesn't plan on spending more of his money frivolously just a day after finding out about his vault. That'd be irresponsible of him. Hopefully, his uncle would control his expenditures. If you didn't talk about Mr. Potter's reasons for being there, what did you talk about?"

"Oh? I told him tha' you wanted me to get something from Gringotts for yeh."

"Oh, dear," said Dumbledore. "Hagrid, I surely hope you didn't tell him about the Stone?"

"Of course not, sir! I kept meself quiet when he wanted to know more."

"That's good. Still, be careful when talking with others, Hagrid."

"Eh, I'll try my best next time, sir."

Dumbledore nodded. "That's all I ask, Hagrid. You may go." He watched Hagrid leave his office before he returned to his work.

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When Harry and Uncle Vernon returned to 4 Privet Drive, Aunt Petunia opened the door to greet them.

"Welcome back, Vernon, Ha — why do you have a ruddy owl?!" she exclaimed immediately after noticing the caged owl in Harry's hands.

"Oh," Harry said. "I bought her. I figured I might as well since the letter said I could. Isn't she beautiful?" The owl lifted her head to glare at his aunt for waking her from her nap before covering her head with her wing again.

Aunt Petunia bit her lip as she glared back at the snowy owl in turn. "That thing is staying in your room and you are cleaning up after it."

Harry nodded. "Yes, Aunt Petunia, thank you." He brought his bought stuff inside the house and up to his bedroom. He grinned as Revan and Meetra materialized in front of him. "That was a good day!"

Meetra smiled with him while Revan nodded at him. He then said, "All that's left to do now is wait." Both of his masters looked at each other before back at him. "Take a seat, Harry. Meetra and I have something to tell you."

Harry's brows furrowed as he did as told and sat on his bed. "Um...okay?"

"We talked about gifting you something to commemorate your being officially chosen as my heir in the vault."

Harry's eyes gleamed in anticipation. "Really!? What is it?!"

"It's not something you didn't know before; it's not something new to you. After all, we've shared a few stories about it and, if I recall, you had a chance to use it in the holocron virtual world."

Those same eyes widened in shock. No way!

"So, Meetra and I agreed that you are ready" – Yes way! – "to start building" – Yes! – "your own lightsaber."

YES!

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