AN: I Do NOT own Harry potter, related trademarks etc.. this sis strictly fan made fiction in the universe belonging to the author of the first 4 books, one J.K. Rowling.
-So let me get this straight.
Harry had a manic gleam in his eye as he asked the twins.
-"We" cannot cast spells outside of school, however.
He started smiling.
-Any item we may use is fine as long as it's not an enchanted muggle artifact.
Fred pipped in excitedly.
-Yup, potions too.
George cut in.
-Though potions if you use them on muggles they'll dock you.
This was his first year and obviously and he had things to learn but this was the greatest loophole he had ever heard of.
-I've gotta go to the library, I'll catch you guys later ok?
Both twins grinned so wide you could see their wisdom teeth.
The Library had an entire section devoted to enchanting, everything from a simple self filling flask to a broomstick, which it turned was not the hardest thing to do, it just required much more power then one caster could offer.
The principle was easy, start with an object, made out of magic conducting material, wood, animal bits, anything that had once been living.
Cast a spell or inscribe runes to shape the magic you will be running through it in the proper shape.
Attach a magical reservoir, metal preferably but stone would do in a pinch.
Test it, in an open space preferably.
Enjoy until the charge is depleted.
The beauty of it was that charging a magical battery was not a spell, there were siphoning runes that would work on command or constantly depending on what you wanted to do.
Harry grinned.
He was gong to start making EVERYTHING in the books.
-Nice bracelet Harry, what is it made of?
Ron had just noticed the new jewelery adorning his best friend.
-Copper and leather, intertwined.
Ron made a face.
-Well it doesn't really accessorize with your robes but ok.
The-Boy-Who-Lived laughed at this.
-It's not supposed to, its got a lightening charm on it look.
He detached the bracelet and put it around Ron's wrist.
The redhead looked at it strangely before waving his arm around a little.
-Wow, this is weird. I feel so,.., Well, light.
He started bouncing on the balls of his feet, higher and higher every time.
-This is Awesome.
He topped his jumps at about 6ft and was happily bouncing up and down in the middle of the corridor.
-Come down you twat before you hurt yourself.
Harry caught him by the arm as he was landing.
-It's not free, it's got a permanent drain on it so basically you're sustaining yourself in the air with your magic.
Ron handed the bracelet back with a huge smile.
-That's still bloody amazing mate, can you make me one?
If he had not seen his friend bouncing up and down 6ft in the air a second ago he would have used that metaphor to describe how excited the boy was at the idea of having his very own charm.
-Sure mate, I'll make you one for christmas, how's that?
-That'd be great, you have any others like that?
Ron was looking Harry up and down trying to spot any other incongruities in his appearance.
Harry pulled out a necklace from under his robe.
-It plays music when I press here.
He indicated one of the links on the metal chain that had a bead of amber woven in.
-I don't have many songs stored in yet, I only got it finished last week and the WWN doesn't have enough artists that I can make a huge selection.
His friend looked at him quizzically.
-I can't hear anything, is it on?
Pointing at a different bead He answered.
-No, it's shut down right now but it doesn't matter if it was because I made it so it broadcasts the music directly in your inner ear so this way,
He raised a finger.
-No one else can hear it.
He raised another finger.
-No matter how loud you listen to it it can't hurt your ears.
Ron looked puzzled at this.
-Ok, it doesn't sound as cool as the bouncy bracelet but ok, anything else?
Harry shook his head.
-Sorry mate I'm still working on a couple of other devices but this is all I have been able to make in almost 3 weeks.
-It took you 3 weeks to make those? Wow it must be pretty hard to do then.
He smiled at his friend.
-Naa mate, it's actually pretty easy, the only difficult part is finding out what runes will work and how to put them together, once you got that and you have the raw material, it takes a few hours to cobble those together.
-You have to show me those, this is great.
As They started towards their class he turned to Ron.
-You know what's even better?
Ron grinned once again.
-No, What is?
-You can use those out of school too!
Harry laughed when his friend careened head long into a suit of armor as he was gaping at him and considering the possibilities of his last statement.
On Christmas morning Harry was woken up by an excited Ron.
"Merry Christmas," said Ron sleepily as Harry scrambled out of bed and
pulled on his bathrobe.
"You, too," said Harry. "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"
"What did you expect, turnips?" said Ron, turning to his own pile, which
was a lot bigger than Harry's.
Harry picked up the top parcel. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and
scrawled across it was To Harry, from Hagrid. Inside was a roughly cut
wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it himself. Harry blew it -
it sounded a bit like an owl.
A second, very small parcel contained a note.
We received your message and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle
Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Taped to the note was a fifty-pence piece.
"That's friendly," said Harry.
Ron was fascinated by the fifty pence.
"Weird!" he said, 'What a shape! This is money?"
"You can keep it," said Harry, laughing at how pleased Ron was. "Hagrid
and my aunt and uncle - so who sent these?"
"I think I know who that one's from," said Ron, turning a bit pink and
pointing to a very lumpy parcel. "My mom. I told her you didn't expect
any presents and - oh, no," he groaned, "she's made you a Weasley
sweater."
Harry had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in
emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.
"Every year she makes us a sweater," said Ron, unwrapping his own, "and
mine's always maroon."
"That's really nice of her," said Harry, trying the fudge, which was
very tasty.
His next present also contained candy - a large box of Chocolate Frogs
from Hermione.
This only left one parcel. Harry picked it up and felt it. It was very
light. He unwrapped it.
Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it
lay in gleaming folds. Ron gasped.
"I've heard of those," he said in a hushed voice, dropping the box of
Every Flavor Beans he'd gotten from Hermione. "If that's what I think it
is - they're really rare, and really valuable."
"What is it?"
Harry picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to
the touch, like water woven into material.
"It's an invisibility cloak," said Ron, a look of awe on his face. "I'm
sure it is - try it on."
Harry threw the cloak around his shoulders and Ron gave a yell.
"It is! Look down!"
Harry looked down at his feet, but they were gone. He dashed to the mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looked back at him, just his head
suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. He pulled the cloak
over his head and his reflection vanished completely.
"There's a note!" said Ron suddenly. "A note fell out of it!"
Harry pulled off the cloak and seized the letter. Written in narrow,
loopy writing he had never seen before were the following words: Your
father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was
returned to you. Use it well.
A Very Merry Christmas to you.
There was no signature. Harry stared at the note. Ron was admiring the
cloak.
"I'd give anything for one of these," he said. "Anything. What's the
matter?"
"Nothing," said Harry. He felt very strange. Who had sent the cloak? Had
it really once belonged to his father?
Putting it down he threw a package to Ron
As Ron opened it he found not only the bracelet he had been hoping for but also a pair of shoe laces and a flask.
-What are those?
The boy looked at Harry with a smile and a questioning look.
Harry jumped up from his bed excitedly and went to his friends bedside.
As he stepped near his friends present pile he scooped up the trainers lying on the ground.
-Here, put the shoe laces on those.
Ron looked surprised at the request but complied.
As he was switching the laces harry picked up the flask.
-This is just a first draft, no pun intended. It's an ever full flask, except that it only fills every 2 hours and so far I've given it a choice between cold water, lukewarm water and boiling hot morrocan mint tea for some odd reason.
He pointed to the three positions the cap could be set to.
-I was going for fresh water, orange juice and milk but it still needs some work.
Ron looked up from the shoes in is lap.
-It's still pretty impressive mate.
He held up the shoes.
-Now what?
-Put them on you twat.
He laughed as his friend sat up to do so.
Ron stood in his pyjamas and trainers and looked at The-Boy-Who-Lived questioningly.
-Ok, face the wall and put you right foot on it.
Ron made a face at this but complied.
-Good, now lean back and lift your left foot.
Ron could not hold back the whoop of glee as he felt "down" shift from the ground to where his right show was pressed against the wall.
As he took a few tentative steps up the wall he could not help the laughter from coming out.
-This is amazing Harry, does it work on the ceiling?
The boy nodded.
-It does but there's a catch, it points to your right foot so if you run out of ceiling you're gonna go straight up until you run out of magic and then come back down until you run out of life. Plus this is really intense as far as magic goes so don't expect to be running a marathon or anything up there, the best I've been able to do is about 20 min straight and then I can't hold myself up.
Ron started running around the room at about head height wooping with joy.
He was passing above the door when the twins barged in.
-Harry, where's Ron?
They both pointed to the pile of still unopened present at their brother's bed.
Ron Sat down on the wall and put a finger in front of his lips.
He tried not to smile as he looked at the twins.
-No idea. Are you guys already done opening your presents?
Before he could say or think anything else, the dormitory door was flung
open and Fred and George Weasley bounded in. Harry stuffed the cloak
quickly out of sight. He didn't feel like sharing it with anyone else
yet.
"Merry Christmas!"
"Hey, look - Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!"
Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on
it, the other a G.
"Harry's is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Harry's
sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."
"Where's Ron?" George demanded.
"What's all this noise.
Percy Weasley stuck his head through the door, looking disapproving. He
had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too,
carried a lumpy sweater over his arm, which
Fred seized.
"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even
Harry got one."
"I - don't - want said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the sweater
over his head, knocking his glasses askew.
"And you're not sitting with the prefects today, either," said
George. "Christmas is a time for family."
-Boo!
All three boys jumped a foot in the air as the sound came from behind them.
Ron was rolling around on the wall laughing as all three of his brothers looked at him astonished.
-How did you...?
-What the...?
-Ronald, how...?
It was Harry's turn to glance significantly at Ron with a finger in front on his lips.
-Hagrid, that's a dragon! You live in a wooden hut!.
Hermione's exclamation was not ill received by Harry. He had been working on a couple of new enchantments and had not realized that that fire proof warding would come in so handy so fast.
He caught Ron's eye and pointed to his bracelet and nodded significantly.
-Hagrid we need to go back up to the castle but listen to me,' He stared into the giants eyes. 'Nobody can know about this, do you understand?' He grabbed the giants forearm. 'They will send you to prison for this.'
Hagrid's eyes widened in comprehension as the implication of this latest decision sunk in and he nodded slowly.
-This bloody thing weighs a ton.
Ron had started his litany almost from the moment he had picked up the crate and even with Harry's bracelet attached to it it was unwieldy.
It had only been his constant reminder to be quiet that had kept the whining at close to manageable volume.
-We're almost there Ron plus your brother said midnight, we've still got 20 min to spare.
-Yeah we do, thanks to you.
He looked down at his new belt.
-Without this the bloody thing would have sent me to the hospital wing, did ever thank you for that by the way?
-Thank me by making sure we get out of this scot-free, the silencing charm is the most basic of all so keep it down.
The dragon keepers had been a cheery bunch as they attached the crate between their brooms and looked at the lightening charm on the bracelet Harry had removed after they arrived.
His heart was lightening with every passing second as they could see the specs disappearing on the horizon, Norbert was going, going, gone.
They were making there way to the bottom of the tower when they heard the foot steps coming the other way.
Ron gasped as he realized that they had left the invisibility cloak at the top of the tower.
Harry pushed him against the wall and grabbed something at his new dragon hide belt.
Ron felt a sensation like cold treacle spread from his belt all over his body.
As this was happening he felt magic draining out of his body like he had never felt before, this was worst then when he used the spider boots.
Suddenly something he could not see pushed across his chest and held him against the wall as the light from a lantern bobbed up the stairs.
His breath was getting ragged as he saw Filch's mug come up and he was sure that the fool could detect him by the thundering of his heart.
He was amazed when the man did not even give him a second glance.
A minute later he came back down an once again completely ignored them, even Ms. Norris barely spared them a glance as they went back down.
Another minute passed when he felt the pressure on his chest ease and suddenly he was being gripped by the front of his robes and dragged up the stairs.
As he came up to the moonlight he could barely distinguish an outline in front of him that suddenly resolved into Harry panting and out of breath.
He reached to Ron's belt and after fiddling with the buckle the redhead felt the trickling sensation in reverse and he could suddenly see his hands in front of his face.
They both looked at each other and the tension of the past few minutes hit them all of sudden. They could naught but laugh hysterically and try to muffle it in their collar.
It was a good 5 minutes of laughing before Ron could get the breath to ask.
-What the bloody hell was that? Did you make us invisible? Can you do that? That's bloody brilliant mate.
Harry was breathing shallowly for a minute before he could answer the barrage of question.
-No Ron. This was another spell, much harder then anything we have ever seen. It's called a Disillusionment charm, it doesn't make you invisible, just very hard to see, especially in poor light.
The problem is, it's such an advanced charm people like you or me can only cast it about once a day before all of our magical energy runs out so be careful when you use it.
He pointed to the dial on the belt buckle and showed him the emergency position for the charm.
As they made their way back to the tower, one again under the invisibility cloak Ron could not help but speculate very very quietly at how many other amazing things could be done with this enchanting business.
-'What is that harry?'
The question had come from behind him as he was studying for the final exams.
He lifted the square of leather he had been working on so Hermione could see.
-'It's a notebook, I take notes in it and then I study from it.
She gave him a disbelieving look as she studied the thing in his hand.
As her look grow more intrigued she started reaching for it.
Quickly Harry lowered out of reach of her questing fingers.
-'But I want to see it.'
-'I'm sure you do, and you can see it just fine, its you touching it that I have an objection to.'
He pressed a rune on the side of the item and the page blank out.
-'What the...? What happened?'
She bent down to reach for the item again.
Harry stood up from the couch and put the the thing in his backpack.
-'Stubborn little witch. It's a notebook, I use it to study, I made it, If you're a good girl I might get you one for your birthday ok?'
She put her fists on her hips angrily.
-'Where did you get it? I've never heard of anything like that.'
Harry grinned at the thought of anyone copying his design. It had taken him a month to put the idea on paper and another month to find the correct sequence of runes to make it work, he seriously doubted any wizard before him had been willing to spend so much time for something that ultimately was a glorified notebook that cost more to make then most of their textbooks.
-'I don't imagine you did Hermione, I made it. It's so I can work this summer.'
-'You can't use magic outside of school!'
Before she could start on another breaking rules rant he cut her off.
-'I already checked, it's casting spells that's not allowed, and as for muggle artifacts well it turns out its items made by muggles, so if I was for example to 'make' a bike and enchant it to fly and be invisible, it would NOT be a muggle artifact and therefore fall under the flying artefacts rules rather then automatically be a misuse of muggle artefact. Plus as a bonus, I could use it as much as I want as the wizarding world has no underage driving rules, if your parents want to buy you a broom, go for it, just don't get spotted by muggles.
His voice softened as he saw her shocked look.
-'Now do you want to see so you can find out how it works or to tell me off?'
As they got off the train Ron looked over at the ugly bunch of muggles waiting for Harry.
-'Are you sure you're going to be ok, they look pretty mean.'
Hermione took a look at the Dursley's and could only agree at Ron's assessment.
He smiled at their concern, it was nice to have friends.
-'I'll be fine guys remember, they don't know we can't do magic and I have all my artefacts.
He grinned as he pointed to the glove of paralysis Hermione had suggested after the notebook incident.
-'I guess it's just too bad for them I haven't figured how to make a finite Artefact and they'll have to wait for it to wear out. How long does it take again?'
He taped his cheek thoughtfully.
-'Was it 3 or 4 hours when we tried it?'
-'Malfoy's still on the train so at least 3.'
She replied with a giggle.