1 Dreams and Their Results

A/N: This story was started 11 November 2011 and last grammar checked 11/16/2014. It is not complete and is up for adoption.

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A/N: This is an Alternate Universe/Fantasy and hopefully somewhat funny story. It includes a super powered Harry. As such it does not follow canon, although unless stated otherwise events leading up to the start of the story are canon. It includes some bashing of my less than favorite people in canon. This is a Harry/Hermione ship from the beginning, and it will not change. There will be hints of sex between mature adults and strong language in places. Therefore, the T rating. For those who don't like powerful Harry stories I suggest you read one or more of the half-million plus other stories out here on .

The following is a description, of how I write various monies, languages, thoughts, dates, and times. This will not be repeated in later chapters.

§Parseltongue§ ~Spells~ thoughts/mind speak [Foreign language]

1₲ = 1 Galleon = 17₴ = 493₭, 1₴ = 1 Sickle = 29₭, 1₭ = 1 Knut

£1 = 1 British Pound Sterling, $1 = 1 U.S. Dollar, 1₲ = £50* = $75.00

*In the early 1990s gold in the UK went for just over £200 per ounce so if a galleon contains ¼ oz. of gold £50 is a fair value when converted to or from galleons.

Temperature is in degrees Fahrenheit.

Dates are in the form of; day month year (2 May 1998) Time is in the 24-hour format: 1300h = 1:00 p.m., and 2000h is 8:00 p.m. A day begins at midnight and ends at 24:00. All times, unless otherwise noted, are local times.

ONE MORE TIME: THIS STORY DOES NOT FOLLOW CANON, as written by Jo Rowling in the Harry Potter Books One through Seven. Technology is up to current (2011) standards in the wizard world and ahead of the muggle world. This story is currently seven chapters and is not complete but up for adoption. My health isn't what it once was so I'm posting this with the hope someone will complete it.

Chapter 1

13 June 1993 - #4 Privet Drive

While locked in his bedroom after his second year at Hogwarts, Harry Potter thought about his last two years and his two friends. He didn't have much experience with friends and wondered what made a good friend and which one was really his best friend. So he decided to do what Hermione would, and start lists that contained what he liked and disliked about Hermione and Ron. He knew he wouldn't be as good at it as Hermione, but he didn't have much else to do.

The reasons I like Ron.

He was my first friend.

The reasons I don't like Ron.

He's greedy. The first day I met him and bought candy, he ate almost 3/4 of it. He grabbed the last chocolate frog I was reaching for while his mouth was full of candy.

He's constantly stealing and eating my candy from my trunk without asking.

He belittled Hermione to the point that we almost got killed by a troll.

He's jealous of everything about me and goes off on people for no reason.

He almost got us killed in the Chamber of Secrets.

He's lazy and won't study, and he does his best to distract me from studying.

He snores, belches, and farts in the dorm making it difficult for the rest of us to sleep.

All he can talk about is Quidditch and Chess, and constantly interrupts when we're trying to study to talk about one of those. How the bloody hell can you not beat yourself at Chess.

He's rude, crude, and a bigot who doesn't realize it. In some ways Ron's a lot like Malfoy and if the Weasleys had money, he would be worse.

He constantly does or says things that bring Hermione to tears.

He snipes about Hermione and me behind our backs. What kind of best mate does that?

He eats like a pig.

He didn't stand by me when everyone thought I was the heir of Slytherin.

He talks or yells before he thinks even when he isn't angry.

-00-00-

The reasons I like Hermione.

She stood by me when everyone else thought I was the heir of Slytherin.

She always has my back even if she might think I'm wrong.

She's smart, cleaver and likes to help others.

She's pretty, and doesn't have a jealous bone in her body.

She's easy to talk to and can talk about almost anything.

She gives good Hermy hugs.

She thinks of other's feelings and tries not to hurt someone intentionally.

She encourages me to learn, which is why I'm in school after all.

She's cute, especially when she bites her lower lip while thinking.

Reasons not to like Hermione

She can be pushy, actually is pushy, when it comes to studying.

She thinks too highly of those with authority… cough Snape cough.

"Come on Harry think, surely there is more you like about Ron. Ok there's Mrs. Weasley, no, she's overbearing, and she's the twins and Ginny's mum. Humm, thinking of Mrs. Weasley, why would she be talking about Muggles in a station full of them? How could she not know what platform the train leaves from when she and five of her children left from it every year? Maybe I need to start another list. But surely there is more I can find that I like about Ron." Harry said under his breath while racking his brain about Ron. He heard his aunt coming to let him use the bathroom, so he quickly hid his list.

After his bathroom break, Harry discovered that once again he was to do without food. He lay on his bed and thought about his list trying to find more things to like about Ron. He finally fell asleep and dreamed about a girl with bushy hair and brown eyes. In the dream, his mother came to him and told him that he needed to show her how he felt about her. She said boys were thick about girls, expecting them to know how boys thought. His mum also said Ron couldn't be much of a friend if the only good thing was that he was the first to be friendly with him. She then said that young girls sometimes showed boys how they felt rather than saying anything. Then that dream went away, and later he had a new one about accidental magic. An old man asked if he did accidental magic why couldn't he do magic without a wand whenever he wished.

After that dream faded, his Mum returned and this time she wasn't happy. She asked him, rather harshly, why the hell he wasn't studying more since he was friends with the brightest witch in his year. She wanted to know why he pissed his time away talking Quidditch and playing chess with a useless git instead of learning what he should. She asked if he had her trunk, and if so why wasn't he using the information in her journals.

Shortly after the sun came up, Harry got up and was let into the bathroom to take a shower and relieved himself. While doing his chores he thought about the dreams. The more Harry thought the angrier he got. He was mostly angry with his relatives, but also with himself. While mowing the yard that didn't need it, he thought back to how it felt when he ended up on the school roof. Then he thought how he felt when he turned his teacher's hair blue. He knew he was holding his anger in, and decided it was anger that fueled his wandless magic. He knew that this wasn't good because he could hurt someone he didn't want to. Harry took a few deep breaths and calmed himself back down. He finished the yard and put the mower up. Then he went into the house for a drink.

"What do you think you're doing freak?" his aunt asked.

Harry turned around his green eyes flashing fire and coldly said, "You know Aunt Petunia you really aren't very smart. I hate you, I hate Vernon, I hate Dudley, and I hate Marge Dursley. I hate this house, and one day I'll hate it enough to destroy it and all of you. I could do that now with nothing but a thought. I'm a wizard, I have magic, and I can use it for good or bad. So far, I've put up with your shit, but enough is enough. Now I will fix something to eat. You will unlock the cupboard, so I can get my trunk and do my homework or will blow the fucking door off of it. This is no longer my home, and I just realized that. One day you will meet my parents again, and they will have had years to plan how to treat you. Perhaps they will be the ones to judge you and your family."

Harry opened the refrigerator and made him two ham sandwiches. He grabbed a coke and some chips and took them to his room. Then he came back down and took his trunk up to his room. He slipped his wand up his sleeve, and went back down stairs.

"Aunt Petunia did my parents give you anything to keep for me?" Harry asked kindly but his eyes still showed fire.

"Sirius Black brought your mother's old school trunk and said he would be by to get it later. But I guess it should be yours. It's in the basement, covered in an old blanket. I asked for the key saying it should be mine. He laughed and said I should put the tip of my wand on the lock and say, 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good.' Then he got back on that damn motorcycle and rode away laughing." She replied, her voice shaking. Indicating she was afraid of Harry, or at least what he could do.

"Look Aunt Petunia, I won't hurt you or anyone here if you treat me like a human. But I am not your slave or a freak. I will do some chores, but I will not do all of them any longer. But you have to realize that you lot have given me every reason to hate you. Even your news says killers aren't born they are made." Harry said and went to the basement. He found the trunk and took it up to his room.

He placed his wand on the lock and said, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." The lock popped open. The first he noticed was a note to Sirius Black.

Sirius,

Give this to Harry on his eleventh birthday if something happens to us. Tell him that the wands in the second drawer are special and cannot be traced. Harry needs to start wandless magic before he turns 14 but after at least a year at school. Start him on journal one and do not let him skip around. They build on each other. If he takes a job at the Ministry, other than in the Department of Mysteries, so help me God, I'll come after you while you're screwing some bint.

Love,

Tiger Lily

Harry found a dozen wands that looked like they were made of gems. One was almost the color of his eyes, and he picked it up with his left hand. The wand seemed to glow and hum in his hand. He thought Lumos, and the room filled with light. He quickly thought Nox, and the light went out. He saw several wand holsters in the drawer, so he put one on each arm. He tried flicking his wrist, different ways and nothing happened. He saw a note that told him to think 'wand' in order to draw the wand. He tried that, and both wands came to his hands. Then he thought left wand, and the left wand came into his hand.

Harry found his mother's journals and started on number one. The first paragraphs told him about how to operate and use the trunk. He found out how to shrink and enlarge it. It was actually a three-compartment trunk. The next section told him about the wands and suggested he put his Ollivander's wand away for the summer, unless he went out. She told him in the journal how the various wizard transportation worked, including the Knight bus. Then she covered a way to do first-year charms silently and with no wand movement. Then she taught the Stupefy~ charm saying it was a stunning charm. Enervate~ was a counter charm to Stupefy~. Lily added a note saying that ~Renervate~ was also a charm that revived stunned people.

Harry heard his uncle and put his Phoenix wand away but slipped another gem wand, that glowed and hummed, in his right holster. He went upstairs waiting for the explosion.

"Boy, get to your room, and you'll stay there for a week with no food. We'll see who is boss here." Vernon yelled, and started toward Harry.

The right hand wand came to him, and he thought ~Stupefy~. Vernon hit the floor and broke his nose.

"Harry Potter, you killed him!" Petunia shrieked.

"No I just knocked him out this time. ~Enervate~," Harry said.

Vernon rolled over on his back to see a wand pointed between his eyes. He looked into the coldest eyes he had ever seen as Harry said, "Next time if I don't kill you, I'll hurt you really bad. I am not your slave. I am not 'boy', and I'm not a freak. I'm a wizard and as I told Aunt Petunia, I can kill you with a thought. Just remember you made me what I am, and warn Dudley that I may not be so kind to him. If you lock the door to my room, I'll blow the door off, blow up your bedroom, and then do Dudley's as well. I've put up an alarm ward on my door so knock before you open it or that may be the last thing you ever do before meeting my parents."

Harry then turned to Petunia and requested, "What time is dinner?"

"S…Six." She answered.

"Vernon I can fix your nose if you want," Harry stated knowing what the answer would be.

"No, don't point that thing at me again, and we'll get along," Vernon answered his eyes running and turning black.

Dudley, who had been watching came charging in only to get hit in the stomach with a stinging hex. He received the next one to his balls, and a third to his left chest near his heart.

"Next time you lose your bits Dudders, the days of fucking with a Potter are over!" Harry told his fat cousin, who was holding his family jewels and crying like a baby.

"I think over dinner, that we should establish some ground rules and determine who does what around here." Harry said his anger and aura coming out. He went back to his room and called Dobby.

"Yes Mr. Harry Potter sir, what can Dobby does for you." The little elf said looking around.

"Dobby do you want a job, I'm not sure of how much I can pay, but I'll pay you at least five Galleons a week. You can have one day off per week to do what you need to." Harry said wondering if that would be enough. The argument started, and Harry had no chance against the elf. Dobby ended up taking one galleon a month and one day off only if he wanted. After explaining that an unbound elf would die within a year, Dobby was now bound to Harry.

"Dobby can your magic be detected here or did you set me up last summer?" Harry quizzed the little elf.

"Dobby be making Ministry think his magic was youse. Dobby be punishing self now."

"Dobby there will be punishment only if I say so, and I won't. Can you fix my clothes, so they fit and look nicer? I need to take the Knight bus to Diagon Alley tomorrow then shop for clothes." Harry asked.

Dobby bounced stating, "Dobby can do Master Harry sir. Dobby can take Harry sir to the bank the Knight bus is no place for youse. Dobby also be fixing room and bed."

"Its Harry, Dobby not Master. Also, please remove the locks from my door and add one that I can lock from the inside. I need to study wards and locking charms so only you or I can open the door."

Harry watched in awe as the elf snapped his fingers, and his clothes shrank. His shirts changed to different shades of Gryffindor colors. They all now looked new. His pants were all black or dark shades of blue. Harry's ratty old trainers now looked new and he would discover they fit. Dobby told Harry the changes were permanent. The locks disappeared from his door. Dobby disclosed that only Harry could open the door unless someone broke it down physically. He then tripled the size of the room and added a bathroom and wardrobe while Harry sat at his raggedy desk reading his mother's journal.

Harry finished the section on how to treat goblins and found out he had an account manager named Hooknose that he needed to contact. He stood up to stretch, and his desk changed into a real desk with a comfortable chair. Harry thanked Dobby, then sat back down and wrote Hooknose asking for an appointment and sent the letter with Hedwig.

His aunt called him to dinner. Harry smiled when Dobby followed him down to the kitchen. The elf showed his anger at the size of the portion setting at the empty chair. With a snap of his fingers, Harry had his favorite foods and plenty of it.

"Youse evil Muggles be treating Master Harry right or Dobby makes youse hurt."

"What the hell is that, freak?" Vernon shouted then doubled over smacking his face in his plate while screaming in pain.

"Ise be telling youse to treats Master Harry sir right and youse not listening to Dobby. Youse act like pig Dobby treats youse like pig." Dobby snapped his fingers and Vernon food changed to slop. Harry looked at Dobby and the elf reduced the amount of food on Vernon's plate.

"Just so you all know, I hired my friend Dobby and he will be living in my room. He took out a fully qualified wizard with a snap of his fingers and wasn't angry at the time. Dobby please let Vernon sit up and return his food, so we can talk." Harry told them.

Dobby did as Harry asked and Harry continued, "According to Dumbledore while I call this place home, there are wards to protect us all from Voldemort's followers. However, when I stated earlier I didn't consider this my home it caused the wards to start failing. Dobby can you feel the wards?" Harry asked.

"Yes Master Harry the blood ward is no longer recharging. It may fail in three or four weeks, but youse is not to worry sir, youse is having safer places than this shack." Dobby replied.

"I'll be gone in a week or less, if you're smart you'll do the same. When I leave the final time, the wards will deteriorate faster. You may or may not ever see me again once I leave for good. Be nice Vernon and you will keep your job. According to Mum's journal, I'm the majority stockholder in Grunnings." Harry sneered as Vernon and Petunia's jaws dropped.

Harry finished his meal in silence deciding he and Dobby would eat in his room from now on. He went back to his room not saying another word to his relatives. But he smiled at the show of fear on their faces. In his room, Dobby moved the things from his school trunk to his mothers.

"Dobby do elves use Occlumency to protect their minds?"

"No Harry sir, elven mind magic is both defensive and offensive. Dobby can teach Harry sir if Harry sir would like. Dobby also teach how to read others without them knowing unless you wishes to punish them." Dobby answered.

"How long will it take to learn, Mum suggests I learn a soon as I can," Harry asked showing his concern.

"If Master Harry wishes Dobby teach now, but Harry sir must allow Dobby in Harry sir's mind. Dobby also teach Harry sir to pop if Harry sir wishes." The little elf said showing his excitement at being able to help his master.

"Alright Dobby but one thing, I would rather be your friend than a master alright?" Harry said his smile showing the elf that he was serious.

The excited elf wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and sobbed saying, "Harry sir is the bestest wizard in the whole world. Dobby is not worthy to have such a great Master and friend."

Dobby then had Harry look into his eyes and open his mind to him. Harry seemed to be flooded with information for what seemed like hours but was actually less than two minutes. He now knew how to shield his mind, and trap an invader. He detected a dark presence around his scar that was leeching his magic to stay alive. He encased the presence in a solid shield and broke the connection to his magic.

"Dobby please put up silencing charms," Harry said then passed out on the floor.

Dobby did what he was asked then looked in horror as Harry's scar began to glow, and a black puss leaked from it. Then a dark spirit came out and screamed then broke apart and disappeared. Dobby cleaned up his Master, and levitated him to his bed. With a snap of his fingers, Dobby changed Harry's clothes to pajamas then guarded his Master.

Meanwhile, Harry went through his mind breaking down four barriers and organizing his memories. Harry put his memories of his relatives together and set them aside. Then he did the same with his friends but kept them for instant access. Next, he sorted his classes by type; wand and non-wand. Last, at least for now, he sorted the last two years and what had happened to him and saw a pattern he didn't like. In two years, he had almost been killed by a troll, a Cerebus, a possessed Professor twice, and a basilisk. Was he being set up or tested? He concluded that he needed to make more lists. He then drifted off to a peaceful sleep only interrupted by a dream about a brown-eyed, bushy haired girl. They were older, in their mid-twenties, and she just presented him with his son. They were married and obviously very much in love. She asked to name his son James Daniel after their fathers, and then he woke up.

"Master Harry sir's is being awake, Dobby was being worried," the little elf said while bouncing.

"Dobby I found a dark presence around my scar that was using my magic to stay alive. It's gone now but it took all I could do to break the connection. Thank you for passing me the knowledge to shield my mind. Other than being really hungry, I'm fine now. I want you to sit and eat with me while we make some plans for the day please." Harry replied with a smile.

"Shower first then eats. Dobby will change the bed while you shower. Youse be sweating lots making Dobby think he had done something wrong. Bad spirit came from Harry sir's scar. It be screaming then broke apart and disappeared. Maybe sir be looking at mind to see if spirit leaving any memories in unconscious mind. That spirit not being berry strong, it is being weak not like diary that Harry sir destroyed. Dobby be thinking evil wizard split soul many times and evil wizard not really dead but not alive. Dobby not know how to explain more, bad Dobby."

"Dobby not knowing something doesn't make you bad. You're the best elf ever. Look at how much you've helped me in less than a day. Now I need that shower, I stink." Harry said and went to his private bathroom. After his morning ritual of relieving himself, he took a nice long shower and thought about what Dobby told him. He needed help from the smartest person he knew.

Coming out of the bathroom, Harry heard Hedwig hoot. He looked at her stand, and she had a letter attached to her leg. He removed it, and it was from Hooknose agreeing to an appointment at 10:00. Harry wrote a quick acceptance and sent it off with Hedwig. Over a large meal, he and Dobby agreed the first thing after Gringotts was to find a better place to live.

Gringotts

Harry and Dobby arrived at Gringotts and told the goblin at the information desk he had a 10:00 appointment with Hooknose. The goblin pushed a button, and a guard came to the desk. A brief conversation later, the guard escorted Harry and Dobby to Hooknose's office.

"Good morning Master Hooknose, may your gold grow this day." Harry said and bowed.

"Ah, a wizard that shows respect. Good morning, Master Potter may your enemies tremble at your name. What can I do for you, young sir?" Hooknose said returning the bow.

"My mother's journal said I should come and see you. Her writings said this should have been done when I turned eleven, but I just received her journals. I was raised by her sister and knew nothing of the wizard world until Hagrid told me, and brought me to Diagon Alley." Harry said noticing that Hooknose's demeanor had changed as he spoke.

"Dumbledore has much to answer for. He has taken over your magical guardianship. However, there are certain things he should have done that apparently he has not. Now that you are here, the first thing we do is read your parents' wills. There will be a public reading in 10 days, which you must also attend, but we can start today." Hooknose told Harry and said something into a tube. A short time later, a goblin appeared with a folder that contained the wills.

The wills were straightforward in what they left friends and charities. They were also quite clear in who Harry should or should not be placed with. When Hooknose finished the wills, a wizard, goblin, and elf were furious at Dumbledore. Another tube call brought the records of both his trust vault and the family vaults. A third tube call brought a regal Goblin into the office.

"Chief Ragnok this is Lord Potter. Lord Potter, Chief Ragnok leader of the Goblin Nation and Director of Gringotts Worldwide. Chief Ragnok we have a problem that I cannot handle sir. Dumbledore has not followed James and Lily Potter's wills, and he signed them both as a witness." Hooknose told the goblin leader and handed him the wills.

"Lord Potter, who raised you?" Ragnok asked.

"Petunia and Vernon Dursley sir, if you call being a slave as being raised. If not, then I would have to say myself. Sir, would it be possible for you and Hooknose to call me Harry? I know nothing about being a Lord." Harry answered showing respect even though his first few words were bitter, but his question was not.

"Hooknose, fill out emancipation papers and bring forth the Potter house ring. I also want an heir test done. Lady Lily never had it done. We know the Potters family tree but Lily's is unknown. I'll have my guard contact Madam Bones and ask for her presence here. Harry, Madam Bones is the head of the DMLE and an honest no nonsense witch that takes the law and justice seriously." Ragnok told the young lord with a closed mouth smile.

"Yes sir," Hooknose said as Ragnok left his office. The goblin knew heads would roll.

Harry signed the emancipation papers after Hooknose explained what it meant.

"Hooknose, the wills said vaults not vault, how many are there?" Harry asked his curiosity showing.

"Well there is your trust vault that can be combined with the Potter vault if you wish. Then there is the Gryffindor vault. Godric Gryffindor was your grandfather several times removed. Then there is the Peverell vault that contains mostly artifacts and books, some of which show as being in Parseltongue on the inventory." Hooknose told the shocked boy sitting in front of him.

"That's why the sword of Gryffindor came to me when I killed the basilisk with it, he was my grandfather. Dumbledore said only a true Gryffindor could call the sword. I thought that meant anyone from Gryffindor house that needed it." Harry responded, when he got over his shock of being the heir of Gryffindor.

"Basilisk, Harry, you killed a basilisk? Even the small ones are very dangerous. How large was the one you killed?" Hooknose asked not showing his shock at what Harry had done.

"Well I didn't have time or think to measure it, but its body diameter was about twice my height, and I suppose it was over fifty feet long. Fawkes, Dumbledore's Phoenix, damaged its eyes, and then I was able to stab it through its open mouth. I took a fang here," Harry replied, showing Hooknose his scar from the fang, "Fawkes cried on the wound, and I stabbed a diary with the fang and destroyed Tom Marvolo Riddle or Voldemort's spirit."

"Harry, Ragnok needs to know this, and he will probably ask to see your memory of it." Hooknose stated and made another tube call.

Ragnok asked them to come to his office, but Dobby asked to go home and do some work. Harry told Hooknose he wanted Dobby to be able to access his funds, so he could purchase food and other things. Hooknose said the normal limit an elf could withdraw was ₲50 and Dobby said that was more than enough. Dobby also told Harry if he wrote a letter and sealed it with his house ring he could get whatever the letter said, and Hooknose agreed.

When they arrived at Ragnok's office, he served them tea and Hooknose told Harry's story. As Hooknose thought, Ragnok asked to see Harry's memory of the basilisk. After Ragnok told Harry how to use a goblin memory crystal, Harry provided a copy of the memory. Ragnok started the full-sized projection of the memory when they heard a knock on the office door. Ragnok stopped the memory and said 'Enter." A tall grey haired woman with a monocle in her left eye entered the office. Ragnok introduced Madam Bones to Harry and Hooknose. He then told her she was about to see.

When the basilisk came out of the Slytherin statues mouth Madam Bones shouted, "Holy shit that thing is huge." Ragnok stopped the projection and made a tube call. A short time later, a goblin entered the office. His eyes went wide when he saw the basilisk. Ragnok asked him for an estimate of its size. The new goblin asked Harry to stand so he could be measured saying it would give a more accurate measurement of the basilisk. When he finished he looked at Ragnok and said, "It's between 68 and 72 feet long and will average ten to twelve feet in diameter Chief Ragnok."

"With damaged eyes how much would you estimate its value Shankhawk?" Ragnok asked.

"Without seeing if there is internal damage or a lot of blood loss I would say between eight and eleven million Galleons." Shankhawk stated.

"Excuse me, but the only damage should be where the sword entered it brain through its mouth. Any blood should be in its mouth unless it disappeared since the third week of May," Harry proclaimed.

"You killed that thing with a sword?" Amelia Bones almost shouted in shock.

Ragnok asked for silence and indicated for Shankhawk to stay to see the rest of the memory. They watched in horror as the basilisk tried to kill Harry. Even Ragnok had to restrain himself from cheering when Harry killed the thing. They watched a dying Harry tell his friend's sister he was sorry that he wasn't faster and couldn't save her as Tom Marvolo Riddle laughed. They did cheer when Fawkes saved Harry, and he stabbed the diary with a fang. However, silence descended on the room as the witch, and the goblins recognized what Harry had destroyed.

"I removed another piece of his spirit from my scar last night with Dobby's help." Harry stated and the others looked even more shocked if possible.

"Harry that makes twice you've defeated Voldemort." Amelia Bones sniffed while holding back tears.

"Ma'am I think it depends how you count defeated. In my first year, I killed Professor Quirrell when he was possessed by Voldemort. Apparently, something my mother did made it so my hands caused Quirrell's body to turn to ash when he tried to kill me." Harry told them, "Dumbledore knows about this since I was protecting the Sorcerer's stone he brought into the school. I would have thought you would have been told about it at least. Chief Ragnok, Professor Quirrell was the one that tried to rob the bank vault 713 on 31 July 1991," A shocked audience heard Harry say.

"Harry would you mind showing us the memory of what happened to Quirrell?" Madam Bones asked as Ragnok handed him another crystal.

Harry started at the entry to the door that held the Cerebus. At the end of the memory, there was an unhappy Chief of the Goblin Nation and a livid Director of the DMLE.

"I, Ragnok, Chief of the Goblin Nation, declare that all possessions of the wizard Tom Marvolo Riddle known as Voldemort belong to Lord Harry James Potter by right of conquest. As I say, so shall it be," Ragnok declared and the magic flared between him and Harry.

He turned his eyes on Harry and said, "Lord Potter, as the heir of Gryffindor you own 30 percent of Hogwarts. As the last heir of Slytherin, Tom Marvolo Riddle owned 30 percent, which is now yours. However, only a blood heir may lay claim to the House ring and its magic, but since its last heir lost all possessions there is nothing left but the ring. The basilisk is yours by right of conquest. For a fee, Gringotts will render it down to be sold in parts. Since you have done a great service to the Goblin Nation, you are hereby declared Friend of Goblins. According to the treaty of 1678 Gringotts must recognize all branded animals as the property of the person who branded them. Madam Bones, as holder of Voldemort's possessions all Death Eaters' property and other assets now belong to Lord Potter, do you agree?" Ragnok questioned.

"Of course, it is the law. But how will you determine who they are?" Amelia Bones asked.

"That's the easy part." Ragnok said then said into the tube, "All Death Eaters vaults are now locked down and marked as such." Then he called for Sharpaxe.

A stocky goblin entered wearing full armor and Ragnok said, "Commander Sharpaxe, please have the guards create a list of the marked vaults for me and Madam Bones."

Commander Sharpaxe nodded and saluted his Chief then left the office.

"I must say this morning has been quite educational," Madam Bones stated with a small smile.

"Madam Bones did you know you were on a short list of people that should have raised me. But Dumbledore took me to my aunt's house when the will strictly forbade that." Harry asked his voice cool.

"No I did not Harry. Your father worked for me, as did Sirius Black, your godfather. I still find it hard to believe Sirius betrayed your parents." Amelia stated causing Harry to relax.

"Based on my Mum's letter to him, I found. I don't believe that he did. Dumbledore went against everything my parents wanted for me. I almost died four times my first school year. That is if I count an attempt to throw me from my broom, at over 100 feet in the air, as an attempt to kill me. I count being saved by a centaur in the forbidden forest, the Cerebus, and Professor Quirrell trying to kill me. Then there is the basilisk last May, which makes me believe someone wants me dead. If Hogwarts is the safest place in the world, I would hate to be anyplace less safe. In addition, the Headmaster of the school should know what is happening in his school. After all, there are portraits that talk and move from frame to frame. Moreover, I'm sure there is elves that clean, cook, and do other things in the school. I'm beginning to think Dumbledore wants me dead or is testing me, for some reason, not in my best interest." Harry recalled in a flat tone and his features showed he was thinking.

Ragnok, Amelia Bones, and Hooknose sat stunned by Harry's logic and statements.

Gringotts

"Harry you have more than enough money to hire private tutors if you wish to leave Hogwarts. You are an adult, so Dumbledore has no control over what you do. The only thing you cannot do is vote on the Wizengamot. You'll need to name a proxy for that," Madam Bones told the shocked boy.

"Madam Bones would you be my proxy please?" Harry asked.

"Yes Harry I will, but I ask that you attend at least some of the sessions. Susan, my niece, attends some while on holiday. It will give you an idea of what you will be up against when you take your rightful place. I will say the sessions are boring. Susan also reads any pending legislation and voices her opinion on it. I also think you should hire an attorney and would recommend Tonks, Tonks, and Mitchell. They're the best I know and handle both wizard and Muggle cases. If I remember right your father and Andromeda were third or fourth cousins. She is Sirius Black's first cousin and doesn't believe he's guilty. Dumbledore has stonewalled her effort to get him a trial…"

"What?" Ragnok and Harry shouted, interrupting Madam Bones.

"Madam Bones, as you know, we stay out of wizard affairs unless it goes against our treaties. The treaty of 1683 requires a vault holder of Gringotts to be tried of any capital crime within one year or be handed over to us for trial. I, Ragnok Chief of the Goblin Nation, declare a violation of the treaty of 1683 and the Ministry has 24 hours to turn Sirius Black over to us, or we will declare war." Ragnok stated in a way that left no doubt that war was not a good option.

"Very well Chief Ragnok, we will comply," Madam Bones stated knowing that Dumbledore, Barty Crouch Senior, and Fudge wouldn't like it. However, the option was to have a goblin war, with the recall of all money being their first action. She excused herself after saying she wanted another meeting with Harry.

Upon arriving at her office, she called Mad Eye Moody and asked him to put together a team of eleven Aurors that he trusted and take Sirius Black from Azkaban to Gringotts and turn him over to the goblins. She told the old Auror that Ragnok himself had evoked the treaty of 1683, and they had 24 hours to get Sirius to the bank or face a goblin war.

"I've been warning Dumbledore for years this could happen. He's at the ICW for the next ten days. Fudge and Umbitch are with him for the next three. So you're the boss, acting Minister Bones." Mad Eye Moody replied and laughed at her sour look, then stomped off to gather Aurors for a special assignment. Amelia smiled thinking by the time Fudge returned she would have several Death Eaters locked up and talking under a Department of Mysteries truth serum. She wrote out a warrant for Severus Snape with a wicked smile. Lucius Malfoy was still in St. Mungo's recovering from whatever his old house elf did to him. The healers were at a loss trying to figure out why he couldn't walk after his bones seemed healed. Dobby had planted a memory that told Lucius to walk would kill him and forced him to scream if he stood.

Amelia sent a note to Ragnok telling him what was going on and asking for the names of the vaults that were marked. Ragnok's reply came a short time later, with the list was a note reminding her that the dark mark was not always placed on the left arm. It caused her to frown until she saw Fudge and Umbridge on the list. Amelia went to the library, and checked on the laws and found that the dark mark was still a reason to be arrested and tried as a traitor. She almost wet her knickers when she saw six Aurors on the list as well as Rookwood from the Department of Mysteries.

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Back at the bank, Harry was now wearing the Head of the House of Potter's ring. He had made his vow as Lord Harry James Potter Head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter. He didn't even ask what he was worth, Hooknose said it would take days to get a final count, but it would be in hundreds of millions. What Harry was most interested in was a safe place to live.

"Harry you still need to take an heir test, and I would like you to see our healers. You're far too small for your age." Hooknose said in an unusually kind voice.

"Alright which should I do first?" Harry asked and smiled.

"The heir test takes seven drops of blood, and then we wait for the results. I suggest we start it then see the healers." Hooknose suggested, and Harry agreed.

The healers stated he suffered from malnutrition and was surprised Madam Pomfrey hadn't taken care of that. They said he would need some potions they could supply and a special diet for the summer. Harry called Dobby and the healers gave the elf the diet and potions as well as the schedule to take the potions. They took care of his eyes with goblin magic and a potion. Harry decided to keep glasses with plain lenses and some special charms. They went back to Hooknose's office and looked over Harry's properties. Harry decided on Potter Manor, which was Southeast of Maldon, United Kingdom and about 70 miles northeast of London. The information, which only Harry could read, now that he was wearing the Head of House ring said the head elf was named Mattie. Harry looked at Hooknose and he nodded.

"Mattie" Harry called.

A female elf appeared and said, "Master Harry sir how can Mattie be of service."

"Can you take me to the manor?" Harry asked the well-dressed elf.

"Mattie can do that Master Harry."

"Can my personal elf be called from there?" Harry asked thinking of Dobby.

"Yes sir but you must call him the first time and then give permission for him to come and go." Mattie replied.

"Are Potter elves paid a salary?" Harry asked hoping the answer was yes.

"No Master Harry, we are able to take from the money jar for what we need sir. Master Charlus made sure the jar always has ₲100 in it on Monday of every week." She told Harry.

"Alright I have some things to do here so I will call you when I finish ok?" Harry replied with a smile.

"Yes sir you call Mattie and Mattie take you home Master Harry," She answered and left with a slight pop.

"Hooknose I feel like I'm taking too much of your time." Harry stated which brought a chuckle from the goblin.

"Harry I'm your account manager, and right now I'm waiting for the results of what you just inherited or took over. When I know what we have, I'll go through the investments and make suggestions. You do need to give me the authorization to have any dark objects that are found destroyed. I also need to know what to do about goblin made items that were sold to individuals and not the family." Hooknose informed Harry.

Remembering what his mother wrote about goblins Harry replied, "Hooknose you have the authority to destroy or remove dark magic from any item that now belongs to me. You also have the authority to return any goblin made items to their rightful owners. As I say so shall it be."

"So shall it be," Hooknose replied and the magic bound them.

"Harry the heir test is complete, shall we look?" Hooknose asked.

His mother was the heir of Ravenclaw. While Harry would own her percentage of the school as Lily Potter's son, he could not wear the Ravenclaw ring, as the house was a maternal house. His daughter would get the ring when she turned 17 if he had a daughter of course. Harry found it interesting that when he took a wife, she could wear the ring and set the Ravenclaw seat on the Wizengamot. However, she wouldn't receive all of the magic from the ring. But she would receive as much as a spouse would. If they had a daughter, his wife would give up the ring when she turned 17. But his wife would still vote the Wizengamot seat until the daughter took her place at age 25. The percentage of Hogwarts ownership would remain with Harry, until he gave it to his daughter, or he passed on. With 80 percent ownership in the school Harry now controlled the school, and the Board of Governors was disbanded.

Lily Marie Potter nee Evans was also the heir of Artemisia Lufkin, first witch Minister of Magic. The shock was that Lily was the heir of Morgan le Fey, and her house was not maternal. What mattered was blood and the acceptance of the le Fey gold band. A box appeared on Hooknose's desk, and he passed it to Harry unopened.

Harry took the box, opened it, and placed the band on his left wrist then slumped over and fell off of his chair. Hooknose immediately called for a healer. However, when the healer arrived, a golden shield of magic surrounded Harry.

"What happened?" the healer asked.

"He placed the le Fay band on his wrist then slumped over and fell off the chair," Hooknose replied as Ragnok entered his office.

"Leave him be," Ragnok stated, "the le Fey band is checking his worthiness and appears to be passing on its magic. Harry will now have the Potter, Gryffindor, and le Fey magic available to him plus his own. Hooknose, did he give you permission to destroy dark magic found in the Death Eaters vaults?"

"Yes Chief Ragnok and he also wants goblin made items returned to their owners." Hooknose replied showing his worry about the young boy he was growing to like.

"Let me know when he comes around, I need to speak with him," Ragnok stated then left the office.

Harry stirred and became conscious after about fifteen minutes. Hooknose asked if he was all right.

"I received a lot of information in a rush, but actually I feel great," Harry answered then he sat up.

"Harry, Ragnok wants to see you as soon as you are ready to see him," Hooknose said.

"I'm ready whenever he wants to see me," Harry answered causing Hooknose to appreciate how different he was from most wizards. Many would demand to be seen immediately. Hooknose informed Ragnok that Harry was awake and ready to see him at his convenience. Ragnok invited Harry and Hooknose to his office.

As soon as they sat down Ragnok said, "Harry, we found another soul piece in the Lestrange vault. It's a replica of Helga Hufflepuff's cup, and a very good one made by a goblin traitor long dead. With your permission, we can use the cup to determine if he has made others. Our curse breakers have a lot of experience doing this. Most wizards that make more than one make three. To make more renders the wizard weaker and mentally unstable. I know you haven't had time to see if you have any of Tom Riddle's memories. If you let me, I can search your mind for them. This would quicken the search for these abominations. Once we get close, the cup acts like a divining rod and will point to the soul piece. However, it will only show us a direction until we get within a mile of another soul piece. We have other methods to track the soul pieces. However, they are not soul specific." Ragnok explained to Harry.

"I trust you Ragnok so what do I need to do?" Harry replied without hesitation.

"Look me in the eyes while thinking of the piece of soul that was in your head." Ragnok answered.

Harry felt a breeze in his mind and forced himself not to bring his shields up. His alarm shield told him where Ragnok's probe was. Harry kept his concentration on the soul piece of Voldemort before it was thrown out. What seemed like an hour passed when Ragnok withdrew and smiled.

"That bastard thinks he made five Harry. However, he didn't count you as one. There is the diary, which you destroyed, the cup, a locket that is in a cave, a ring in a shack that belonged to his maternal grandfather. The fifth one is in a special room at Hogwarts the elves call it the come and go room. It's on the seventh floor across from a tapestry of dancing trolls. The primary part of his soul will be in Albania if he followed his plan and returned there after you killed Quirrell," Ragnok said and paused.

"He told his followers to look there for him if anything happened to him. The idiot actually told them he would possess them, and they would die when he took over their body. Only Dumbledore has a bigger ego than Tom Riddle does. Harry there is a lot of magic he learned that is available to you if you access it. Some of the memories show his fighting style and would show you any weakness he has." Ragnok smiled at this statement. Goblins had the opinion that it was best to know your enemy.

"One memory shows how he plans to get a magical body using necromancy the darkest of rituals. It requires the bone of the father, the flesh of a servant, and the blood of an enemy. We can use that against him by using a potion on the bones of his father. The potion will reduce his magic by over 60 percent. His wand is in the Tom Riddle vault and the last person to enter it was Peter Pettigrew on 5 November 1981, three days after he supposedly died. One of our wards shows that Pettigrew is a rat animagus. Since all that was supposedly found of Pettigrew was his little finger from his left hand, the rat will have a missing toe." Ragnok was saying when Harry interrupted.

"Scabbers," Harry shouted, "Ron Weasley's rat has a missing toe on his left paw. I've seen him almost daily for two years and slept in the dorm with him. Ragnok put a ₲25,000 reward on Pettigrew, but don't announce it until he's caught. Make it so that the family gets all but ₲500 and the pet owner gets that."

"I take it that Ronald Weasley isn't one of your favorite people. We'll take it out of the Lestrange vault and keep your name out of the notice. Now there is one other thing we can do, and that is to reduce the core of Tom Riddle's wand. This would stop him from being able to cast the Killing Curse in addition to weakening the effect of the other curses he uses." Ragnok told a shocked Harry.

Harry knew he wasn't ready to take on even a weakened Tom Riddle. However, with study and practice in two years or more he may have a chance, especially if he could do wandless casting. Ragnok suggested Harry do his shopping for clothes, and Hooknose handed him a debit card and a wallet then explained how to use them. Harry was surprised when Ragnok told him to limit his purchases since he would have a new body when he finished the potions the healer gave him. Hooknose told him to ask Madam Malkin to use the portal to Harrods in central London.

Harry found what he needed in Madam Malkin's after telling her he needed three sets of Muggle clothes. He explained the healers had him on a potion regimen that would cause him to grow. They also said that once he reached the correct height and weight, he would need all new robes and clothes. She gave him a catalog and told him to pick the styles and colors he liked. Once he was grown, she could have the Muggle clothes in her shop within fifteen minutes. That was unless he had a girlfriend who wanted to take him shopping. A red-faced Harry left her shop and returned to the bank and Hooknose's office. He was getting ready to call Mattie when Ragnok sent for him.

Harry entered Ragnok's office and saw a man in rags that looked and smelled as if he hadn't had a shower or change of clothes in a year.

"Harry this is Sirius Black your godfather," Ragnok told a shocked Harry.

"H, ha, Harry I'm sorry I let you down. The rat fooled me and got away. I should have killed him on sight." Sirius said with a raspy voice.

"That's complete rubbish Sirius. This was Dumbledore's doing. I know Hagrid took me to Petunia's on Dumbledore's orders. I remember riding in a flying motorcycle. Mum's journal said you had a motorcycle. Since Hagrid isn't much of a wizard, I suspect you let him use it after he convinced you Dumbledore knew what was best." Harry said and hugged Sirius then stepped back and said, "Damn Sirius, you stink."

Amelia Bones, Ragnok, and Sirius had to laugh. Sirius Black voluntarily went under goblin truth serum and wards. He told the story of what happened and how Peter Pettigrew escaped. Harry told Amelia Bones where Pettigrew should be. Amelia immediately called at team of Aurors, and they went to the Burrow since the Weasleys were leaving for Egypt. Scabbers was in his cage and Amelia Bones tested for animagus form and then for his human form.

"Arthur this morning an anonymous wizard placed a ₲25,000 bounty on Pettigrew's head. It's worded funny, but the gist of it is your family will get the 25,000 but Ron will get ₲500 of that since the rat is his pet." Amelia told Arthur, but the others heard.

Ron started to say, "But…" when Fred's hand covered his mouth.

Fred whispered, "You have ₲500 more now than you had when you woke up. Open your fucking mouth and we may lose it all. Do you understand that you greedy git? Why the hell Harry can stand you is beyond George and me. At least Hermione is a true friend to Harry because you damn sure aren't, and one day that will cost you." Fred didn't know it already had, and it was only the beginning.

"Arthur the funds will be deposited in your vault after you sign the paperwork. Unfortunately, the paperwork won't be ready until next week. Apparently, the wizard that put up the reward had business elsewhere, but he is a VIP customer, and his word is good. His account manager was asked to notify me as acting Minister. The reward will be in tomorrow's Daily Prophet since the rat is caught. That's another unusual thing, but I suspect he didn't want the rat to run and hide the first chance he got." Madam Bones told the Weasleys with a straight face that made her a good poker player.

Twenty minutes later Peter Pettigrew had spilled his guts and confirmed everything Sirius had said. Amelia Bones backed off requesting the death penalty, but she would push for life in Azkaban. Her reasoning would be that the veil was too quick for a man who had betrayed his friends and had set one up to be sent to Azkaban.

Potter Manor

Harry called Mattie, and she took him to Potter Manor. He called Dobby and gave him the same rights as the rest of the elves. Mattie showed him around the ground floor then the master suite. Harry took a shower and wrote Hermione.

My Dear Hermione,

I have so much to tell you. Unfortunately, I cannot do it in a letter. I'm no longer living with my relatives (news at eleven, ha ha). I saw a healer, and he went into orbit saying I am severely malnourished and gave me a potion to take. I hired Dobby to help me and he is great. He's a bit excitable, but he is a great help. Is there a time and place we can meet and talk? Your parents are more than welcome to come. If you'd like I'll show you my humble abode, and we can talk, and then have dinner.

Anxiously awaiting your answer,

With love,

Harry

Harry sent the letter off with Hedwig then removed his mother's shrunken trunk and resized it. Harry placed it next to his desk. He walked around the large bedroom, sitting room, small kitchenette with a table for four that could be expanded. The kitchenette included hot and cold storage boxes, a place for snacks, and cabinets that held dishes and silverware. His bathroom was larger than his old bedroom after Dobby expanded it. It had two loos and both had magazine racks and a two shelf bookcase. Harry thought that was a bit much. The shower had to be ten feet by ten feet square with two columns of nozzles. The bathtub was large enough for four and had air jets. He decided he would enjoy that after dinner. His walk-in closet was huge and had men's clothes on one side, and woman's on the other. The Muggle clothes looked to be from the seventies and something an older couple would wear since they were what Harry would call conservative. He decided that they had probably belonged to his grandparents.

He called Mattie and asked her if she would remove them. He was surprised when she shook her finger at him and said, "Master Harry these are being special clothes, which is why they are here. You take your shirt off, and Mattie will show you how they work."

A chastised Harry did as he was told. He put on a white shirt several sizes too large, but it shrank to fit him. Mattie told him to picture the color and pattern he wanted in his mind and then say 'shirt'. He did and now wore a dark emerald-green shirt. He did the same with a pair of pants. He now wore black jeans with the green shirt.

"Master Harry you will find special shampoo in the shower and bath for your hair. Use it daily for a week, and it will help tame your hair. Miss Lily bought it for Master James, and it helped." Mattie told Harry.

"A good friend of mine is a Muggleborn witch, I'm sure she would like some of that shampoo. What is it called?" Harry asked knowing how much Hermione complained about her hair.

"You are like Master James you have no sense about girls. You use it, and if she asks how you are managing your wild hair, you tell her. If you just tell her, she will think you don't like how her hair is, and you lose a friend. Even if it works for her, you will lose because she thinks you didn't think she was pretty enough for you." Mattie scolded him again then walked away mumbling about boys with no sense about girls. Harry swore he heard 'like father like son' in her mumbling.

That night in a dream, his mother chewed on him about using his head about girls and one, in particular. She switched subjects to wandless magic and his need to practice it. In another dream, Morgan le Fey was teaching Harry how to find his core and following its magic through his body. Then she told him to do that while he used a wand for something like a levitation charm. She said once he saw how the magic flowed he could duplicate that without a wand. She stressed the point that wands were only needed where pinpoint accuracy was needed. She suggested that if house elves and goblins didn't need wands then why should he?

He woke up at 05:30 and meditated looking for his core. After an hour, he gave up and took a shower. While in the shower, he remembered how relaxed, the bathtub made him feel with the jets on. After a quiet day, with only a short visit to Sirius where Harry offered him a room at the mansion. Sirius declined saying he needed more time with the healers because of the dementors.

When he returned from the bank, Hedwig was waiting for him with a letter from Hermione.

Dear Harry,

I won't waste our time writing a thousand questions that I have, but Mum and Dad says they would like to meet you. Then if you wish, we can take you home to Wickford. I suggested that you might be in Scotland for all we knew. We're actually east and a bit north of Wickford proper, the second house west of Brick Cottage. It's been in Dad's family for ages, but it is very modern and has a lovely side garden. It also has hedges or trees all around the sides and back. I'm rambling again.

Harry James Potter, I can't figure out what you have done. This humble abode makes me think you're somewhere alone. Harry, Dumbledore will go spare, as I'm sure, you know. But for the life of me, I can't figure out why it's his business. I know all of his positions and the boy who lived crapola, but nothing I've read gives him any say over where you spend your time. Well, I guess that's more that we have to talk about.

Mum wanted to keep Hedwig. She is such a beautiful and pleasant girl. She landed on Mum's shoulder and pressed her head against Mum's cheek. Of course, Mum made over her, and I made sure she got bacon before I sent her off this morning. Mum and Dad think I should get an owl, but I told Mum if I did that I would have no reason to borrow Hedwig. I actually want a cat or a Kneazle they are supposed to be great familiars.

Love,

Hermione

P.S. let me know if Saturday would be good, at 08:00 for breakfast?

Harry sniggered at Hermione's letter. Mostly, he saw how her personality showed through it. He had given her a puzzle or mystery to solve, and she was going at 200 miles per hour. He was sure he would get smacked on his shoulder, but would rather get kissed. Where did that thought come from? Harry asked himself. Well, it's true and you know it. It's Morgana speaking to you Harry. Now I believe you need to write an answer the get to work on wandless magic. Harry mumbled something about pushy broads, but wrote Hermione.

16 June 1993

My Dear Hermione,

Since I don't have a map and don't want to tire Hedwig out, (she's napping) I'm sending this by Dobby express mail. Saturday at 08:00 is fine with me. I'm south of Maldon in a small 31-bedroom shack. I don't know how the roads are, or how to get here by road. I came by Mattie express. Mattie is my head elf for this place. It's awful here. It must be at least a half-mile to the water and there is nothing but ground and sky between the house and the sea. I would sell it but Godric was born here, and it was in the family before then. Yes dear Hermione it does have modern conveniences. I have a tub with air jets in my private bathroom. What's strange is it has electricity and electric lights.

Tell your parents that I suggest Mattie and Dobby express delivery for the first trip until we can get a map and figure out how to drive here. I may disillusion my broom and me and go look around later today.

With Love,

Harry

Harry called Dobby, and asked the elf if he could find Hermione, and was told yes. He gave the little guy the letter and told him to tell Hermione to call him when she wanted to answer.

Then he started meditating again and found his core after a half hour. He was sitting on the patio grass near to the pool, with nothing but the English Channel in front of him when he lit his wand. He watched the magic leave his core and travel down his arm to his hand. He decided to drop the wand in the grass he was sitting on. He saw no change in his magic until he thought Nox. It took another 45 minutes of hard work to get the feeling of the magic leaving his core.

Harry, command your magic to do what you want. Use something other than light, maybe a blue fire like your girlfriend conjures. Morgana told him. He commanded a blue flame in his open left hand, and it was there when he opened his eyes. It shocked him so much he lost concentration, and the flame went away.

Dobby returned but waited until Harry opened his eyes.

"Harry sir I have Miss Mione's answer."

Dear Harry,

Harry James Potter, what do you mean 31 bedroom shack? One bedroom might be a shack depending on its condition, but 31 bedrooms is no shack.

Maldon is not that far from us. We're on A132. Dad plays golf at Three Rivers Country Club and says Maldon is north and a bit east of it. But the roads around the coast can get you lost if you don't know where you're going. They agree that Mattie and Dobby express may be the best at least the first time. Do you have plans for the rest of the summer?

You said Godric was born at your home. I took that to mean Godric Gryffindor. This means that you're related to him. He owned 30 percent of the school according to Hogwarts: A History. I'm rambling again. Have you heard from Ron? I haven't and somehow didn't really expect to. I sometimes wonder what he's thinking of, or if he is thinking when he says things.

I'm rambling again. I'll see you Saturday and am looking forward to that.

With love,

Hermione

Harry spent the rest of the day reading his Mum's journal and practicing wandless magic mostly levitating small unbreakable things. He was up early the next day and found the exercise room. Mattie chastised him for not seeing the rest of the manor, so he had her and Dobby sit and eat breakfast with him, and then show him the manor. When he saw the library, he knew he would have been so dead if he didn't know about it before Hermione found it. On the second-floor, Mattie showed him the game room and theatre room. He was amazed to see a TV projection unit.

"Harry sir, I don't understand it but Miss Lily worked in a special place and developed charms. She charmed this sir. She told Mattie that it was something called self-updating. She said that new things could be added later. This was her favorite place and Master Charlus and Mistress Dorea liked what they called moving picture night. Miss Lily taught Mattie how to make popcorn." Mattie's love for his mother showed every time she spoke of Miss Lily.

Harry asked where the moving pictures were stored, and she showed him quite a collection but they were outdated by over ten years. Harry decided tomorrow after seeing Sirius, he would get some new movies and check out some new equipment. He put a movie in the VCR and found the sound system had apparently been charmed because it was better than Vernon's. He knew his uncle had spent a lot of money for his sound system. All he could see that was missing was a computer and a DVD player. Well, that could be fixed at Harrods. The main dining room was on the second floor and could be turned into a ballroom. The two upper floors each had 15 bedrooms and a large sitting or meeting area. Harry smiled when he saw the bedrooms. They were suites with sitting room, kitchenette with a table, chairs, and hot and cold storage. The suite included a full bathroom with shower and tub, and a walk-in closet.

Mattie said only the colors, and the views were different. They went back to the library, and Mattie told Harry how to use the family grimoire. She warned him that only family could read it or touch it. Anyone else that tried to read or touch the grimoire would be hurt or killed. The last room she showed Harry was at the end of the hall just past his master suite. This was the room of portraits. The first was actual portrait was of Godric, and the newest was his parents. For the first time in his life, he could speak with his Mum and Dad. Next to them were his paternal grandparents.

Mattie conjured Harry a chair, took Dobby, and said she would call him for dinner as the elves left the room. Harry told his story as his mother requested. To say Lily was furious would have been the understatement of several centuries. Harry was surprised at how she could string cuss words together. His father shrugged and stood back and let her blow off steam. Harry though it was just like he did with Hermione when she went on a tear.

When his Mum slowed down James asked, "Do you feel better dear?"

"Hell no James, I want to kill that old son of a bitch. How fucking dare he do that. Harry you get your ass to the Potter vault and get our small portrait and when you see him, you enlarge it to twice life size. Preferably, you do it at dinner in the Great Hall so everyone can hear. I'll burn the old bastard's ears off."

"Mum do you really want first-year students to hear you using that language?" Harry asked quietly but all the portraits heard him.

"No son I don't, but I can cut him to the bone and never say one bad word. Well, maybe I'll say damn and hell but no worse than that. Then when I'm finished, you can fire his ragged ass and throw him out of Hogwarts." Lily said calmly.

"That's if Madam Bones hasn't nailed his ass to the wall or Ragnok hasn't killed him first Mum. But, I'll get the portrait and shrink it, so I can carry it with me. Who started the rumor that Potter men prefer red heads, Dad? I only see about the same percentage here that I see anywhere else." Harry asked looking puzzled which he was of course.

"Probably Dumbledore, he was in tight with the Weasleys, especially Molly. He and Molly had the audacity to ask for a marriage contract between you and the Weasley daughter. I told him it would be a cold day in hell before that happened. The potions' queen didn't take that very well." James replied.

"Well I told you what happened with Hagrid and platform 9 3/4. I believe now it was a setup as was my rescue last year. More than likely, they have their sights on Hermione for Ron. I'm going to do my best to shoot that plan in the ass. It's funny the only thing on the list I have for reasons to like Ron, is that he was my first friend. But the truth is that he is not even a friend. Two of my other three dorm mates are tight and more interested in football, and teasing girls than anything else. Neville Longbottom is quiet and shy. He has no confidence, and he carries his father's wand. I love you Dad, but I don't think your wand would suit me. I might use it until I tried one that did work for me. However, those in Mum's trunk are fantastic." Harry told his parents and sat just looking at them.

"Harry my last journal will tell you how to make more. But don't you dare try skipping ahead as that can be dangerous son."

Mattie popped in and told Harry it was time for dinner. He said good-bye to his parents and grandparents then did the same to Godric.

Godric said, "Harry my ring is in my vault, and it returns there when the holder passes on. No goblin not even Ragnok can fetch it, you have to do that yourself. Wear it well grandson, with it you can communicate with the sorting hat, Alfred, and the castle. Now before bed tonight have Mattie take you to the ward room and recharge the wards."

"Yes sir and I'll get the ring tomorrow morning," Harry told Godric.

End Chapter 1

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