Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or the world of Harry Potter.
A/N: I hope you enjoy! This was originally titled "Harry Potter and the Secrets of the Founders" so if the begining sounds familiar it most likely is. But, this story goes into more detail of the training process and should contain more details in the story overall.
Chapter One: Summer Realizations and Shopping
The sky was a dark blue only illuminated by the stars visible through the trees and playground equipment. The playground was devoid of children due to the ten o'clock hour; families were inside their homes getting ready to tuck their children into bed. Little did they know that one child was still lying, unnoticed by anyone, on the ground of the dampened grass. That child was a fourteen-year-old boy named Harry Potter.
Harry Potter could not sleep. He was too busy remembering the night only three days ago when his Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, brought him back from the third event of the Triwizard Tournament. He had to tell how Cedric Diggory died with after the words- Kill the Spare!- how Voldemort used his blood to resurrect from the dead and how he was forced to duel and suffer pain through the Cruciatus Curse.
If that event was not enough to leave Harry deep in thought, Dumbledore shared with him a memory. But, this memory was not something trivial; it was the memory of Professor Trelawney saying a prophesy.
"The One with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies….
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal but he will have a power the Dark Lord knows not….
and either must die and the hands of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."
Dumbledore told Harry that the "one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord" was in fact Harry due to the scar on his forehead. Harry could not blame him from keeping that information from him for now he feels as if the weight of the world were pressing down on his small, weak-looking shoulders. With each word there is a little more weight and with each memory of Voldemort there is now a reason for him to blame himself. If it weren't for me then Mom and Dad would still be alive…If it weren't for me my friends wouldn't have to constantly be in danger…if it weren't for me then Cedric would still be alive.
With these facts in mind, Harry began his walk away from the dark depths of the park and toward number four Privet Drive where his family would be getting ready for bed, not sparing a thought about where the burden that was placed on them over thirteen years, Harry Potter, was.
But, Harry did not think about the family that awaited him when he returned home. Harry thought about the family he had at Hogwarts and how he was going to not going to let them down. He was going to kill Voldemort.
When Harry reached his room he took out a quill and parchment and began to plan for the summer that lied ahead. He was not going to spend his time being depressed or lazy. He was going to do all that he could to train himself and prepare for the war that was ahead, knowing that he was the one that could finally end it. So, with that, he began scratching with his untidy scrawl across the page.
Monday-Saturday Morning Routine:
5:00-5:30 a.m. Run to the local gymnastic/ martial arts/ gym
5:30-6:30 a.m. Work out in the gym
6:30-8:00 a.m. Train with Mark in gymnastics
8:00-10:00 a.m. Train with Colton in martial arts
10:00-12:00 a.m. Work with Rebecca on meditation and water aerobics
12:00-1:00 Lunch
Monday:
1:00-3:00 Transfiguration
3:00-5:00 Defense Against the Dark Arts
Tuesday:
1:00-3:00 Animagus training
3:00-5:00 Arithmancy
Wednesday:
1:00-3:00 Charms
3:00-5:00 Potions
Thursday:
1:00-3:00 Herbology
3:00-5:00 Defense Against the Dark Arts
Friday:
1:00-3:00 Occlumency/ Legilimency
He already worked a deal with Rebecca, Mark, and Colton yesterday. He was going come back at 5:30 everyday to clean and work at the gym to allow him to train in the gym with them. The people there saw him as genuine and caring and gave him the deal. He knew this was an amazing deal and would not let them down.
He also left space open on Friday and Saturday for things that he might think of later. He decided that he going to use the Knight Bus to get to Diagon Alley tomorrow.
At six o'clock the next morning, Harry woke to the sound of his alarm clock. He slipped out of bed and took a quick shower. He got to his room and changed into an emerald green polo shirt that he bought last year during a Hogsmede trip along with a pair of faded jeans and a simple pair of sneakers. On his head he wore a baseball cap to cover his scar as to not be recognized.
He placed the invisibility cloak over his head and headed down the stairs, through the door and around to the playground where he preceded in sticking out his wand (though not using it, he still carried it around in his front pocket) in order to call the night bus. The Knight Bus rounded the corner and he rapidly pulled off his cloak in time to see the face of Stan, the conductor of the Knight Bus.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, local transport for the local witch or wizard, my name is Stan Shunpike. How may I be of service?" Stan recited.
"I need to get to Diagon Alley please." Harry said.
"No problem, no problem. Come on in. One trip to Diagon Alley would be 6 sickles but you can have hot chocolate for an extra sickle."
"I'll take the hot chocolate please." Harry said while handing the 7 sickles that he found in the bottom of his trunk before he left his room.
Harry walked into the bus and sat down on the nearest chair which happened to be on the right side of the bus a row behind the driver. He was the only one on the bus so he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron in five minutes and during that time he did not speak a word to either Stan or the driver.
He got off the bus with a simple goodbye and headed into the Leaky Caldron. He went through the archway to the alley where he stood in awe for a minute like always; magic never seized to amaze him.
He immediately went to Gringotts where he was greeted by a goblin named Sharpslack who led him to another goblin. When the goblin turned around to greet him, Harry recognized him immediately and greeted him before the goblin had a chance to talk.
"Good morning Griphook." Harry said.
Both goblins stood in shock for a wizard had not recognized a goblin and greeted one in over five hundred years. To most wizards all the goblins look the same. The only wizards who can see the differences in the goblins have the ability known as Goblinese. Wizards who have this ability can talk in the traditional Goblin language and can use Goblin magic. The goblins told him that and he stood there in shock-he did not know that such a thing existed. Getting over his excitement he asked the goblins to take him to his vault.
He took the trip down to his vault where he talked to Griphook in the traditional Goblin language. Surprisingly, he did not need to think much about what he was saying. The words coming from his mouth felt natural and he soon felt into talk about his vaults. He discovered that he had more than one vault being the head of the Noble House of Potter.
He was the last of the lineage but could not take any money out of that vault until he came of age. But, he could take out any weapons, books, or furniture that he desired. So, after collecting enough galleons for his trip and transferring some galleons into pounds, he went to visit the Potter vault.
Griphook told him to place his palm in the middle of the Potter symbol. It was a wand and a sword crossed over each other with a griffin in the background sitting on its hind legs looking like it was about to take flight using the majestic gray wings that arched on its back.
Harry put his palm on the symbol and it glowed red for a moment before the wall disappeared to reveal a gigantic room, roughly ten times the size of his previous fault. It had no furniture but it did contain some weapons including swords and two bookshelves of ancient books.
He walked over to the weapons and picked up a gleaming sword. It had rubies and emeralds in the handle and felt light in his hand. When he looked closely at it he noticed it was engraved. On the handle read the name Johnathan Potter. Harry assumed it was his grandfather.
Griphook decided to speak up then. He said, "The main magic that Goblins have is not what you might consider magic though it is preciously that. It is the magic of sword handling. Goblins spend most of their time welding swords and having sword fights. With the magic that you have now, it should be easier for you to learn. That being said it will take hard work."
Harry stood there thinking about what Griphook said and then decided to keep the sword in order to learn and practice the Goblin magic.
He then walked over the bookshelves. What he discovered there amazed him. There were books on arts such as wandless magic and animagus transformations. There were also journal of all the heads of the Potter family.
He decided to take some of the recent journal, including one of his father's, and about ten other books on magic he decided he would need in training. The books, along with the sword, were placed in a bottomless, weightless bag.
He then made his way to the center of the large room where there was a note and a box on a small table. The note was addressed to the head of the House so he opened it and read it to himself.
Dear Heir,
Now that it has come into your knowledge of this vault, you are naturally the head of the Noble House of Potter. Being a Potter means being brave and strong. For centuries, the Potter family has produced Aurors and warriors. I hope that this pattern continues.
I request that you take up a journal and write about your life in the pages. Each Master Potter has written their life in a journal for the family to learn about their lifes. It is best to learn from the past to help improve the future.
I also implore you to take the Potter Ring. It will recognize you as the Master of the House and will therefore, let everyone know of your status. I will resize on you to suit your size. I hope you wear it with pride like those before you. Only a true Potter will be able to wear this ring.
I wish you luck on all of your journeys.
Sincerely,
James Potter
P.S. Son, I am sorry to be so impersonal but this it is necessary in writing these letters. Now that the formality is out of the way, I want to say I love you Harry. I hope that you make the Noble House of Potter proud, as I am proud of you.
Harry closed the envelope from his father and reverently placed it back in its envelope. He then picked up the box and opened it. Inside was a velvet case. He took out the case and held it in his hands for a minute. He then opened it and pulled out a ring.
The ring was gold and fairly thick. On the front it held the Potter Crest which was the sword and wand with a griffin. On the left engraved in an elegant script were three words: Live, Fight, Love.
He traced his hand over the words and carefully slipped the ring onto his ring finger and felt as the ring resized to fit him. He then walked over to where the goblin was waiting for him and they both walked back to the cart.
After the cart ride, Harry got out of the cart with his bottomless, weightless bag of books and a sword. He also carried a rather large bag of galleons which he hid in his front pocket.
He thanked Griphook before walked to the exit.
People turned around to look at the wizard and goblin because they did not sound like they were speaking English. The noise they were making was something between clicking and talking. They quickly got over their shock and returned to what they were doing previously when the wizard left the bank.
The second place he headed was Flourish and Blotts to get all the books that he would need in order to train over the summer. He first walked to the Defense section where he proceeded to buy the most books. He bought Defense 101, A Guide to Defend Yourself, A How-To Guide to Defend, Defense and Offense Spells, Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts, Dark Lords of History and how they were Defeated, and Offense Spells that Could Save Your Life. He placed these in the never ending, weightless bag and continued on to the Transfiguration section. There, he picked up two beginner books, one advanced book, one on how to use Transfiguration in a duel, and three books on how to become an animagus and how to identify them.
He continued on throughout the store picking up at total of forty books to use in his training along with all the school books that he would need for the next years at Hogwarts. When he was finished with the training books he went over to the history of magic section and checked out six books on the history of Goblins and Goblin magic. One of them helped to explain how to use Goblin magic which was written by Theodore Goldsted. The man checking out the books told him that Theodore was the last known person to have Goblinese and was around over 500 years ago. He then exited the store with a weightless, bottomless bag filled with the books.
The next place he went to was Elizabeth's Sight Shop. He thought that if he was going to start learning gymnastics and martial arts then he would need to somehow get rid of his glasses.
When he entered he was greeted by a nice, middle-aged witch who greeted herself as Elizabeth Greenwood. She asked him to take a seat in order to take a look at his eyes. She approached him and looked into his eyes and gasped.
"These are the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen. They are like pools of emerald. Why were you hiding them behind these glasses?" Elizabeth asked.
"Um….thank you." Harry said rather shyly blushing light pink "I guess I just never thought about my eyes but now I need a way to get rid of these glasses. Is there anything you can do about that?"
"Of course dear. You can get what muggles call contact lenses or there is a new procedure similar to that of Lasik Eye Surgery in the muggle world where we can correct your vision now so you will never need glasses or contacts. It will take about a half hour at the most. It will cost two galleons for the contact lenses or fifty galleons for the surgery. Which one is it dear?" Elizabeth asked.
"I think I'll take the surgery please." Harry said.
She looked pleased and went to get ready. A half hour later Harry was paying for the procedure and thanking the lady profusely for he now was walking around glasses-free.
He exited the store and went into the apocathary to get his potion supplies knowing that he needed more than usual. He would need ingredients for his potions practice and in order to make the animagus potion. He spent an hour in the store buying all the things that he would need and left the store with twenty galleons less.
He then entered Magical Menagerie where he looked at all the animals. He still loved Hedwig but he liked to have more company during his time at the Dursley's house. He walked over to the snakes when a lady can up beside him named Shelby. She told him about all the different snakes and finally she told him about the snake she named Bellona which is Latin for Goddess of War.
"Bellona is a beautiful snake but no one… and I repeat no one… has been able to take her out of this cage. She bites anyone who tries. It's a good thing she is not poisonous." Shelby said shaking her head.
Bellona was a brilliant red snake with silver and gold scales scattered throughout. She was about four feet long and had a split tongue. When Harry saw her he knew that she needed someone who could understand her and she needed a home.
"Hello Bellona…my name issss Harry Potter. What would you ssssay to coming home with me today?" Harry asked.
"You are a sssspeaker, young Harry." Replied Bellona.
"Yesssss. I am a ssspeaker. Would you like to come home with me? I only have one other animal-an owl named Hedwig."
"It would be an honor, Massster Harry." Said Bellona.
Bellona then slid from her cage and laced herself around Harry's arm in a protective manner. She loved her new master because she could tell he was kind and pure of heart.
Harry then turned to see Shelby staring wide-eyed at him. He forgot that not many people were not used to seeing this type of conversation between a snake and wizard. There were in fact only two wizards alive that had to ability- him and Lord Voldemort.
"Sorry, I forgot that most people are not used to speaking to snakes. There is no need to worry, I'm Harry Potter though I would prefer it not to get out that I am here. I would like to buy Bellona here. What are all the necessary things I need for her?" Harry asked ignoring the fact that the women was still standing there in shock.
"Yes, of course." Shelby replied waking up from her shock. "You will need a large cage with plenty of room for water. Though she can find food outside, I would suggest buying about a dozen frozen rats to keep on hand just in case. There are also snake treats over this way." Shelby continued leading Harry over to a rack of treat containers.
Harry bought one of the largest cages which he would fill with sand on one side and water on the other. It would be similar to that of an ocean shore. He also bought a dozen rats like she recommended. He bought three different types of treats for her to try as well which Bellona helped pick out.
The next shop he went into was Eeylops Owl Emporium. There he quickly bought owl treats for Hedwig. While he was there he also bought a golden perch that he could put by his bed so that Hedwig would have a better place to rest.
Harry was then walking down the street the Quality Quidditch Store when he felt something pull him into a store in the dark side of the street. It was a tattoo parlor but he still felt compelled to go inside.
"Welcome to Adler's Tattoo Parlor home of the regular tattoos and rare tattoos alike." A man's voice said from in front of a display window.
"Hi. What do you mean by rare tattoos?" Harry felt compelled to ask.
"Well rare tattoos are just that. There are some people who are destined to have tattoos which are less than one percent. Those people are the ones that have tattoos that give them power. Only the people who drink this potion and glow are the ones that will be given a power with their tattoo. Once they drink the potion they will know exactly what tattoos to have and where to put them. There has only been one person here with me that had that happen to him and it was just a small tattoo which gave him the power to chance his eye color though there are too many to count that have tried. I must warn you though, if you glow or not, you will experience tremendous amounts of pain."
"I think I'll try the potion." Harry said. How much more painful can it be from the Cruciatus Curse? He thought.
The man gave him a suspicious look but gave him the potion none the less. He drank it in one gulp and when he thought nothing had happened, a brilliant dark purple light encompassed him. Then the pain came, it was like sharp razors on his skin, but just as quickly as it came, it left. When the glow was finished, he knew actually what tattoos to have.
The man was standing there in awe as he watched the light close in around the boy. He smiled brightly when Harry came back and asked him for a piece of parchment and quill. The man went to the counter and came back with the necessary items.
The first thing he drew was one of a stag. He told the man that this stag was to be placed on the inside of his left hand. The antlers of the stag reached up through his index and middle finger. The body covered his whole palm.
The second thing he drew was a shaggy dog. It looked just like Padfoot even with his tongue hanging out of his mouth with a huge grin. Harry told him that the dog would go over his right chest right above his heart.
The third thing he drew was a werewolf which he told the man was to be placed on his back close to the nape of his neck. It reached from his left shoulder blade and came across and up till its head was just visible through his hair.
The last thing he drew was of a lily with red petals and an emerald green center. He said it was to go on his right wrist. It was fairly small but was vibrant and lively.
The man got to work with the needle and began drawing the tattoos onto his skin. Harry discovered that there were very little differences between how muggles get tattoos and wizards get tattoos. When he was finished he was given some cleaning potion that he would have to use for three days. He felt slightly sore but was told that would only last about an hour.
He left the store when he heard his stomach growl. It was 12:30 and he went into the Leaky Cauldron for lunch. He ordered a sandwich and an apple with pumpkin juice. He sat down and listened to the conversation around the bar. Men were discussing the Quidditch tournament that was occurring between the teams in Europe. Women were gossiping about how Madam Malkin's was now selling muggle clothing as well.
He left the Leaky Cauldron and headed toward Madam Malkin's for a complete wardrobe. He entered the store and heard a bell chime and a girl who looked to be about twenty came up to him and asked him what she could help him find.
"I need a complete muggle wardrobe with jeans, dress pants, swim trunks, shorts, polo shirts, t-shirts, and dress shirts. I also need work-out clothes like sweat pants and sweatshirts. Along with those I need tank tops and boxers and pajamas. I would also like to buy my Hogwarts uniforms and a few dress robes." Harry replied.
The young girl was standing there with her mouth open. It was then that he realized that they were paid by commission and she just had one of the largest sales.
She took him in a room where he had to take off all but his boxers. When he took off his hat, she recognized who he was and he had to make her promise not to tell anyone.
"Don't worry I won't tell. You probably don't remember me but I was a sixth year Gryffindor when you came to Hogwarts. My name is Samantha Huston."
They continued to talk and Harry let her chose what she thought would look best on him. He ended up buying lots of muggle clothes. He bought five pairs of dark and light wash skinny jeans, two pairs of leather pants (after much persuasion from Samantha), two pairs of dress pants, six pairs of shorts in different styles, a dozen v-neck t-shirts in various colors, six crew cut t-shirts, ten polo shirts, five dress shirts, a pair of dress shoes, two pairs of trainers, and a pair of combat boots made from dragon skin.
He also bought work-out clothes including seven pairs of sweatpants, five shorts, a dozen tank tops known as white beater, a couple of sweatshirts, and six swim trunks in different colors.
He bought his new wizardry robes for Hogwarts along with three other dress robes. The first was silky black with silver embroidered around the collar and arms in an intricate design. The second was a dark red that almost looked black. It had golden designs all the way down the side of the robe. The third was emerald green which Samantha said really brought out his eyes.
He left the store in extremely tired but happy with what he had accomplished. He made his way over to Ollivander's. He thought that since his wand would not work against Voldemort's in a duel then he would have to get a new wand.
"Why Mister Potter, I wondered when I'd be seeing you again." Ollivander said when Harry entered the store.
Harry told him about the how his wand and Voldemort's wand would not work properly in a duel together and how he hoped to find a second wand.
Ollivander told him that he could probably make a wand for him and would have it ready in an hour for him to pick up once he found his wood, core, and determined how long to make it.
"You just have to put your palm over each of these and you will feel a pull in the item that should go in your wand." Ollivander explained.
Harry went down the row of items and felt the pull on the phoenix feather, the unicorn hair, and the griffin fur. Next he had to go down the wood and he felt the pull toward the whomping willow bark.
Harry left the store and headed toward Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour to eat ice cream and wait for his wand to be ready. He ended up talking to Bellona about her life. He found out that she was the elder in a tribe that shared knowledge with speakers. She told him that Nagini, Voldemort's familiar, was once the leader of the elders until she abandoned them to seek power with Voldemort. He listened to the story and found out that the hour was already up. So, with Bellona wrapped around his neck, he walked toward Ollivander's to pick up his wand.
He entered the store and was greeted by a tremendously excited Ollivander. Ollivander told him that it was one of the most powerful wands he ever made but it would only work that powerful for him.
"It was almost as much fun to make as when I used to have basilisk material." He said in a quieter voice.
"What did you say about Basilisks?" Harry asked.
"Well basilisks have amazing properties to experiment with in wands. But I haven't had the chance to work with it in over a hundred years." He answered. Harry wondered how old Ollivander was but quickly got rid of the thought in order to answer him.
"I happened to know where a very dead, very ancient basilisk is. What would you say if I sent you some of the parts once school starts in exchange for this wand?" asked Harry.
"Why, I'd say you have a deal!" Ollivander exclaimed and shook Harry's hand.
Harry turned around to leave the store when Ollivander asked, "What happened to the basilisk?"
Harry called back, "I killed it." He walked away chuckling after seeing the surprised look on the wand maker's face.
When Harry got home he placed all his books on the book case that his "family" had dumped in his room at the beginning of the summer. They originally had given it to Dudley but as soon as that happened he demanded to have a T.V. instead.
So, Harry proceeded to place all the books he had bought, which came to around 60 books, on the top of the book case along with the journals and books from the Potter fault. Then he got all his old school books which he placed closed to the bottom.
Next, Harry took out is cage and set up the area that Bellona was going to live in. he put a mound of sand in the bottom left side and then went to the bathroom to fill some water on the remaining side. Each side was separated by a plastic divider so it would not end up being sandy water. Bellona then thanked him and slid from his arm and into her cage which happened to be next to Hedwig's cage. Harry walked to the other side of the room where next to his bed he put Hedwig's golden perch. It was on the side closest to the window so she could still come in during the night without waking him.
Then Bellona turned around and talked to him.
"Masssster Harry. If you are a sssspeaker, do you know about Parsssel Magic?" Bellona asked
"No, is it common?"
"Only the elder sssssnakess know about ssssuch magic like I told you about before. I happen to be the leader of the elder ssssnakes now which is why I would never go with a person without the purest of heart."
"Oh, I guessss that makesss ssense. But what is the magic you talk about- Parsssel Magic?"
"It is the old magic of the snakes. There is magic of the Goblins, Wizards, Snakes, Centars, and any magical creature. You already know you have the magic of the wizard in you but since you are a sssspeaker then you alsssso have the magic of the snakessss."
"Wow, I had no idea. The Goblinssss also told me that I had the power of the Goblins, do you know why?"
"Yessss Massster Harry, when a wizard recognizesssss and greetsss a goblin like an equal then the magic that the goblinssss have is transferred to them. It gives you more fighting instincts which I can tell you already have a lot of. Thissss isss not known to have happened for about five hundred yearssss. Congradulationssss."
"Oh, thankssss…Well I better get finished putting away my stuff. Is it okay if I learn the ssssnake magic from you?"
"Of coursssse. I will also collect the otherssss in the tribe sssso that they can teach you what they know."
"Thankssss."
Harry then took out his potion ingredients and put them in his trunk. It was still early in the day on Sunday so he decided to finish his schedule for the summer. So, he took out the piece of parchment with the start of the schedule and filled in the rest.
Friday:
1:00-3:00 Occlumency/ Legilimency
3:00-5:00 Goblin Magic and History
Saturday:
1:00-3:00 Snake Magic (Parsel Magic)
3:00-5:00 Animagus Training
Harry decided that Sundays would be spent resting, returning letters, and reviewed all that he had learned from the week. He could also spend Sundays to do whatever his relatives wanted of him. They mainly ignore him after the talk they had with Harry's friends on King's Cross Station.
With that last thought in mind, Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep.