Harry Potter: The Inventor

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All recognizable characters belong to J.

I only own the plot.


Chapter : New Beginnings

Harry woke up in a cold sweat. His ears were ringing. His brain was ticking over at impossible speeds attempting to push the images out of his mind. The veil. A man falling backwards into the deathly piece of cloth; his unruly black hair floating behind him in an angelic sort of way. A look of shock plastered across his face as he disappeared into the unknown.

"Stop it!" Harry commanded to himself as he relived the worst moment of his short life that had only happened a month ago.

He hadn't even noticed that his scar had flared up until he began to concentrate on his surroundings. Harry winced in pain as he stared around at the hell hole that was his bedroom at the Dursley's. Clothes were flung unceremoniously over the floor and worn school books littered his nightstand due to his attempts to think about anything but THAT. His copious studying was bringing a surprising amount of comfort for Harry as he usually associated work with boredom and Hermione. Hermione was actually pleasantly surprised and expressed this in her letter to Harry when she found out about Harry's way of 'coping' as she put it. Ron however showed disdain when he discovered Harry's new found hobby and remarked that Harry shouldn't 'leave him'. This had angered Harry for a while as Ron didn't seem to care about his loss but eventually realized that this was just one way that he and Ron differed now. Harry sighed and thought that he may as well get up now that he was awake. He got wearily out of bed and started to haphazardly put on his usual muggle clothes. His hand drifted towards his round framed glasses and he slipped them on, the tape holding them together now long gone. Harry stretched and look closer at his room now that he had retrieved his glasses and saw the lengthy title that he had been reading the previous night.

He picked up the book 'Runes for beginners' and stared at the front cover. The bright red color of the book was covered in the various runes included inside which were embroidered with a soft golden color. Before his new change in attitude towards books, Harry had thought of runes as a 'Hermione' subject alongside arithmancy due to the seemingly useless appearance that the preview lessons had led him to believe was the full extent of the subject. After reading the beginners books out of sheer boredom however, Harry found himself now engrossed in the study and what it could bring.

He eagerly picked up the book at where he left off with his repeatedly re-occurring dream now blissfully pushed out of his brain and back into the dark part of his mind which he chose not to think about.

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and began to read about the different types of runes and their uses.

A few hours later and still engrossed in his book, Harry heard the familiar sound of his walrus of an uncle struggling to get out of his bed. This meant that it was time to move onto arithmancy. At the beginning of the holidays, Harry had noticed the repetitive pattern that his 'family' seemed to follow. As he wasn't allowed to repair his alarm clock with magic and as the last time uncle Vernon had decided to destroy Harry's clock in a fit of early morning rage he had reduced it to mere pieces, Harry had to use his family's boring lives to get whst he wanted to do done.

'It seems that Hermione was right about reading books improving the brain,' Harry thought to himself as he neared the end of the ominous volume called 'Arithmancy; a forgotten art?'

Harry had noticed in the beginning weeks of the holiday that he had slowly become more observant about his surroundings.

'I wonder what other things Hermione was right about as well?' He pondered inwardly to himself.

'Then again, when was Hermione not right anyway,' He mused.

Harry was then startled out of his seat as he heard the clatter on the window that he usually associated with Ron's owl Pig. The small fur ball zoomed through the window when Harry undid the clasp and plowed into to the opposing wall. Somehow, the owl ricocheted back into the center of the room, seemingly unfazed, and began twittering in a loud and excitable way, holding a letter (which was almost twice its size) in its beak. Harry quickly snatched his letter from the over excited owl and saw the familiar untidy scrawl of his friend.

Dear Harry,

I don't know what's got into you mate! First you don't reply to my original letter within a reasonable amount of time and then you reply as if you've been infested with bookworms!

Have you been meeting with Hermione without me 'cos you seemed to have picked off a few of her traits.

And if you have can you please invite me as well as i don't wan to miss out on what ever you two are doing.

Please send you're reply quickly this time as i don't want to have to wait another month for your reply

From your mate,

Ron

Harry through the letter down, fuming. How dare Ron suggest that he is turning into Hermione (not that there was something wrong with that). The fact that Ron also said "I don't know what's got into you" When he knows perfectly well that he had just lost the last father figure that he would probably ever have shows that he has changed. The original Ron, the one he had met on the train, would never say that, would he?

Harry slammed himself angrily onto the bed knowing that he had no finishing his arithmancy book; not after that.

He decided that he should begin to start his project to keep his mind of his insufferable friend. He had first thought of the idea when he was reading a chapter in his runes book about speed and directional enchantments when he saw his pride and joy, his fire bolt. He instantly put two and two together and began sketching up ideas on how to modify his broomstick using his new found skills. What he discovered when he began looking at how his Firebolt worked, shocked him. Not only was the broomsticks shape not aerodynamic, but some parts, such as the tail twigs were completely useless, only adding to the weight. And that was not the only problem with the best broom on the market. The weight itself could be solved with a simple featherweight rune (the charm would wear off after a few days) which could almost double the speed and acceleration on this poorly designed piece of wood.

This then led him to start thinking about completely redesigning the broomstick using his newfound runes skills which was the process that he now had to begin. He started to peruse through 'Runes for beginners' looking for the correct runes needed for the job.


A/N This is my first fanfic! Please feel free to comment about anything you think I should improve about the story and I must confess that I will not be able to write chapters during the week.I will attempt however, to upload 1 or 2 chapters at the weekend!P.S. Thank you for reading :)