Truly Harry found great amusement in torturing the Dursley's, maybe because it was so easy or maybe because they never learned to not mess with him. Either ways Harry gained great entertainment seeing them like this, so helpless and they best part they all ways ended up looking like an animal in a zoo. Gaping, yes, it was truly delightful.
The entire fiasco when Dursley's have gotten arrested had ended exactly like he had expected, after two weeks he was back with the Dursley's. The social worker who had looked after Harry for the period of two weeks had been right pissed, she had demanded my custody to not be given to the Dursley's. When that had failed, she had gone to all the Dursley's neighbours warning them that if they failed to inform authorities of any further attack or abuse on me she would come with guns blazing at them as well. Needless to say the Dursley's did not feel welcome at Privet drive.
Another revelation for the resident of Privet drive had been about Harry's heritage, the newspaper's that had reported his abuse had provided information on his rich and noble ancestry. This news had further uncurtailed the lies about the potter's. Also the lovely Aunt Marge dog rigger had been put down; the social worker had practically demanded so. Marge would also be doing community service for two years.
He had also been moved to the guest bedroom, the Dursley's have tried putting him in Dudley's second bedroom that of course hadn't ended well for the Dursley's. Mrs. Green had immediately demanded that the Dursley's be arrested once again, that had shut their mouth. Now he had his own bed and his own bathroom. Mrs. Green had also gotten his IQ tested after realising that Harry was gifted. The test result had shown an IQ of 150. He of course could have done better, as test result beyond 150 level resulted in an uncomfortable situation for him.
Hence the school authorities have decided on a fast track program for him, he for informed that examiners from the education ministry would be visiting after three months to make an assessment. This further dissuaded the Dursley's from going back to their original way of treating Harry, as now even the ministry was interested in him.
Mrs. Green had tagged along with Petunia to buy new clothing for him, the look on his lovely Aunt's face when she had paid for the vast quality of clothes she had to buy for him had been all worth the careful manipulation he had done, and really it was not even that difficult in the first place. He had a suspicion that if we're to imply on any danger he might have from his aunt and Uncle she would most probably murder them in their sleep.
Dudley had been reprimanded innumerable times by his aunt and uncle, when he had tried bulling Harry or calling him names. His Aunt and Uncle were also now required to attend full time classes on Child management, his uncle also had an additional anger management class to go.
His Aunt no longer could gossip with the neighbours, having lost her popularity as a normal and reputable family had hit her hard. Vernon had faced major embarrassment at Gunning no one seems to like him anymore (not they liked him before) and boss seems to have always keep an eye on him. In school Dudley was looked down at, even the teacher referred to him as a troubled child, in hushed tones of course. The Dursley's in short had become a social pariah, no one wanted to talk to them, no one now invited them, or when the Dursley's themselves invited someone they never turned up or made excuses in lieu of their absence. His aunt even had proposed changing locality Vernon, however, had informed her that the house was still on mortgage and they did not have the kind of money to move to a new house.
Of course this did not change the eating habits of the animal family better known as Dursely's, while he now would get his share of food. Petunia it seems was dealing with the new situation by cooking more food, and feeding it to her whale of a husband and pig son.
-xxx-
He was waiting for his letter; the time had finally come for dear Harry Potter to re enter the magical world or at least Hogwarts. Harry had plenty of plans for the future, he already had a number of targets he wanted to deal with and while he could sit silently until his fourth year and then actively fight Voldy he had been given another task, a task which required another approach.
In the past seven years a lot had changed in the Dursley household, the most prominent would have been that Harry was no longer a permanent resident at their house. For you see when Harry was seven a representative of the Eton's college along with a personnel from British Education ministry had offered him a position in Eton's, he had of course taken it. The Dursley's had been ecstatic, neither would they would have to pay for his education nor would they have to see him every day. He however had informed them that he would return for most of the weekend.
Education at Eton's had been the high of his life, and when he had turned eleven he did not feel like going to Hogwarts. Not only was the school backward curriculum taught, the teacher in the school left a lot to be expected. And yet it was important to the furtherance of Harry's plan that he goes to Hogwarts.
It was a week before his Birthday that his letter arrived; as his summer vacations were going on he was at the Dursley's. The arrival of the letter came after the day's breakfast; Aunt Petunia had grudgingly given him the letter and provided some basic information. She explained his parents past and how he was delivered to them, she had then offered to drive him to Charing Cross Road where she informed him was the Wizarding market place. All the while, Harry had acted suspicious of his Aunt, this was to impress upon her how much he believed her he again informed her that if this was a prank that they were playing on him, then he would be directly calling his house master at Eton's who knew a lot of higher up people.
His Aunt had looked right indignant at his threat, but had held her tongue. While this discussion had taken place Vernon had taken Dudley out to the garage where he would give him some tips 'on how to survive in smelting'. Harry wondered whether smelting had an admission criterion of admitting only the weirdest looking children, as Piers Polkiss AKA rat face had also made it to smelting.
His Aunt had informed him that they would be leaving for charring cross at 10.00 A.M, she had further asked him to be ready by 7.00 P.M. All the while she had made a expression akin to a lemon stuck in her throat.
In the car his Uncle had been rather quiet, only making a comment how proud he was about him going to a respectable and normal school like smelting. Dudley was as usual busy eating the snack his mother had provided for him, he had completely stuffed his face with food, what was even more disgusting was his uncle who was looking at his son with approval in his eyes.
Harry found it better to tune out his present company and rather concentrated on what the future held, he had been consciously restraining himself from doing any magic. He hadn't wanted to rupture his still developing magical core it would take a single act of magic to hurt his core and as his knowledge on that subject was rather limited (he having ignored researching on the subject) he had hence decided in abstaining from doing magic entirely.
Soon they reached Charring Cross his relatives had driven off immediately after dropping him, not even bothering to give him directions to the Leaky Cauldron. Unknowing to them, he was well aware of the cauldron's location, hell in one of his life in another dimension he had even invested with Daisy Dodderidge who had been the first landlady of the Leaky Cauldron. He still distinctively remembered that year as he had just won the 14th Wizarding Schools Potions Championship, he had invented the Beautification Potion for that occasion.
He was drawn out of his musing by a man who had hit him, now Harry was not exactly vengeful however, how could he allow this man to go about unpunished, a quick tripling jinx did the trick.
With that out of the way he continued towards the Cauldron, the wards around the establishment were meant to dissuade muggles from entering and as such they had no effect on wizards and witches and even squibs, muggle technology could not read or detect location where magic flowed so easily and places so heavily saturated with magic and so while the wards were not powerful enough and a general inconsistence could even be derived by the muggles, the wards for the most part were sufficient.
As Harry entered the wizarding pub he knew that he would not be recognised, all the soul enhancing ritual that Harry had done on himself and changed him these changes were also present in his new body. And as most of the wizarding world would be awaiting a scar bearing bespectacled boy, they would never recognise him.
With his small stature, he was able to evade the land lord eyes Tom always kept an eye out for wandering kids, with that done he made his way to the back alley where the entrance to Diagon alley. Due to his involvement in establishing the place he was accurately aware of the ward system that opened the pathway to the alley. With known easy waved his hand in a complicated pattern opening the entrance to the alley.
He made his way toward Gringotts Wizarding Bank, the bank run by Goblins was famous for its security. The bank had been a major reason for the development of the alley, and shoring up commercial transactions. Goblins were a rather nasty, distaste full creatures they enjoyed gore and bloodshed, and if Harry's suspicions were true were waiting to declare war on the wizarding kind.
Since 1865 the control of Gringotts had been with the Goblins, the Goblins due to their reasons of efficiency and management coupled with loyalty had made Gringotts one of the most profitable establishment, Gringotts goblin quite literally controlled British Wizarding economy. On entering the bank, he made his way towards a teller, on reaching the teller he to the complete surprise of the Goblin teller said "I wish to access my Vault" in fluent Gobbledegook. Getting over his amazement the Goblin replied "and does the young master has his Keys".
Harry knew as a matter of fact that in his original world, it had been Dumbledore, who had received the key from the Goblins on his behalf, as the key to trust vault would only be realised on the beneficiary's eleventh birthday or on receiving the Hogwarts school acceptance letter, whichever came first.
"No. I don't have the key, you can carry out your usual identification process" he replied to the question speaking in rapid Gobbledegook to the goblins amazement, Harry had in his previous lives mastered most of the magical languages and muggles languages. Though there were certain Asian languages and more particularly Indian regional languages that he had never tried to learn.
The concerned Goblin had already called another Goblin and was speaking rapidly, presumably asking him to get the enchanted quill. The enchanted quill used at Gringotts ensured that a person could never lie regarding their identity; the quill along with the enchanted parchment would only allow a person to write their true name, it was impossible for any wizard to confound the artifact and hence impersonation became extremely unlikely.
His thoughts were disrupted by the Goblin teller who was asking him to sign his name and confirm his identity. As expected, his fluidly signed Harry Potter on the parchment. He soon realised that he would need to work on his handwriting, while his writing with his fountain pen was up to his standard it seems he would require to practice with a quill, he could not accept his present handwriting. If nothing else, Harry Potter was perfectionist.
The Teller had looked at him with wide eyes, and in suspicion, but had after his brief examination of him acceded. He had tasked another goblin to bring his keys to him, Harry in the meanwhile asked for a meeting with the Potter Family Accounted. Most of the Ancient and Noble Houses had a Goblin account manager at Gringotts, the Goblin assisted them in making investment and delivered advice on financial matters and even though the position of a Account manager was rather new, a Goblin acting as an account manager was greatly revered.
After receiving his keys he was led to his account Manager, Harry had already made a list of establishments where he wanted to invest. As the Main Potter Vault was still beyond his reach, he had to utilize his own trust vault, at least for the time being. He knew that his investment would most certainly empty his vault, however, he was also aware that a Trust vault would be immediately be refilled at the end of every year in the absence of a Head of House.
On entering the office of the Potter Account Manager he was ushered by the Goblin who had led him to the office. After taking his seat he observed the Goblin in front of him, he was a rather old and dull looking Goblin, then again he must have been in this position since Harry's grandfather died as his father never took much interest in the family estate old goblin must have retained his position and would continue to retain it until Harry turned seventeen.
"May you find good fortune!" he greeted the elder Goblin, the Potter family account manager looked stunned at his display of fluency in the Goblin language. "Good fortune to you as well Heir Potter" the Goblin replied. He then took out the list he had prepared, a list of prospective ventures where he wanted to invest. Due to his knowledge of the future he had a very good guess regarding the profitability's of these portfolios.
"This is a tentative list of ventures, I want to invest in. I want you to invest everything in my Trust Vault minus six thousand galleon that I would like to withdraw immediately". He demanded. He could guess from the expression of disbelief painfully painted on the aged Goblin face, what exactly he thought of his demand. The Goblin's own perspective, however, was immaterial, a Financial Advisor could only advise and even with a minor the advisor's power was sorely limited.
"Are you sure Mr. Potter, investing such a large amount would leave your personnel vault empty" the aged Goblin pleaded. He could understand the Goblin's hesitance, if the Ministry and the general Public got to hear that a minor and especially the Boy-who lived had invested his entire vault worth of money, they would most probably blame the Goblin's of some wrong doing.
"Yes. I am sure, I am also aware that my account would be refurbished every year. So really there is no need to fret".He replied to the Goblin's question. "Now, I wish to purchase a Gringotts money pouch. Also, I wish to withdraw six thousand galleons. And, If it is possible I would like to do the same without going to my vault". A majority of people who visited Gringotts regularly never go to their vault, a mechanism was in place where the requested amount would be automatically deducted from the withdrawer's account. Gringott's had several ready made pouches of various quantities of money in them, ready to use.
With a sigh the aged went upon reviewing the list, after calling a Goblin. By the time the requested Goblin had appeared, Harry was sure he had made an impression on the Goblin. He had given reasoning for each of his investment; each reasoning was followed by fact and its economic implication. At the teller counter, he received his pouch of galleons, receiving another awed look when he bid goodbye to the said teller in Gobbledegook.
-xx-
With a trip to Gringotts out of the way, he made his way to his first stop. Ridgford & Glitch, a law firm, to start the process of instability, he needed to make an entrance and he required a Lawyer to make that presence.
At the reception of the building of the Law firm, to avoid unnecessary question she bribed the receptionist into letting him go in and as it was still early in the morning business hadn't shored up coupled with the fact that wizengamot did not meet on on weekends, he knew that the lawyer would be available.
He was then ushered into the office of Mr. Radcliff Ridgford, the man was a reputable lawyer he had been known for his scathing arguments and attack on the administration, when taking on a case against the Ministry he left no stones unturned. He insured his opponent would be unable to show their face ever again. Right now the man in front of him was measuring him. He was a man in his mid- forties, stern looking his hair were neatly parted on the sides, when he stood up and gestured him to take a seat, Harry realised he was a tall man 6'1 approx. He wore a black suit which seems to compliment his dark brown eyes, overall he presented quite a formidable image.
"You bribed my Receptionist" he commented.
"Yes. I require your expertise in a legal matter. It is is also an opportunity for you". He replied. If the expression on the man's eyes was anything to go by, he was amused. He probably must be thinking of a rich brat with too much of money pretending to be a big man, well to bad for him he would be destroying all his assumptions.
"Well then, proceed" he replied, his eyes heavy with unhidden mirth.
He placed a piece of paper in front of him. "This is a list of books that have been published in my name; I want all these publication houses sued for slander. I further want to pursue a case against the Ministry was turning one of my property into a historical site without my permission also no money had been credited to me on such a usage of my property". He drawled bored.
The reason of this lawsuit was rather two fold. Not only would he get to destroy all those book publishing houses that had slandered his name all the while earning a humongous amount in retribution, secondly the suit against the ministry would create unrest in the Ministry also when the general public would get to know that their Ministry had not only robbed it's hero of his home, but also had failed to protect his name from being slandered; the political backlash would be sufficient for Fudge to become wary of him.
Right now Mr. Ridgford was looking at him with wide eyes, he seriously thought people should simply pin their eyelids to their foreheads otherwise he would be inclined do hex them if this trend continued. "As you can see, these books, sprout various stories about me. Stories on how I have a lightning bolt scar, how I grew up in a castle in clouds how I trained with Auror's. And as you can see there is no lightning bolt scar on my forehead, further I can assure you that I did not grow up in a castle in Clouds as I was at the same time studding in Eton's". He elaborated. On receiving bemused looks he continued "So while I was in the muggle world, there were false stories constructed behind my back, no one asked my permission or the permission of my guardian to publish all this, also I never received any royalty after its publication. And I am sure I don't need to explain the part about my home, the one in Godric's Hollow that has been turned into a historic site".
To his statement Harry simply received a nod. It seems his Lawyer was still processing the information he had provided him. It was several minutes later, after Radcliff had started making some notes, checking his diaries that he replied " While I am more than ready to take your case, I don't think we will be able to adjust the same before September and even then it will get postponed to the Winter session, the Wizengamot seclude is already full and I don't think I can get any think shifted".
Harry simply waved in his direction, dismissing his worries "You need not worry about getting a hearing, be prepared to win and bankrupt my opponent completely I would look into the rest. I believe the trial would take place next Friday, be prepared Mr. Ridgford because I don't like to lose". He replied and with that stood up. He placed a hundred galleon, retainers, fee on his desk and left.
-xx—
With the visit to the lawyer out way, Harry made way to the Owl post. He needed to post certain letters, these letters being; Letter of acceptance to Hogwarts along with a request for exception in the rules, his familiar did not meet the category in the list. The next couple of letters were, to the house of Longbottom, house of bones, Lord Odgen, Lady Marchbanks, Elphias Doge and several other Harry Potter sympathisers. These Letters explained his grievous, against the publication houses and the Ministry, all the while condemning the injustice done to him, he then further commented how unhappy his dead parents would have been, the same parents who had fought for the Wizarding world. He would later in his letter ask them to uphold the family alliance and assist him in redeeming his family name.
These Letters were meant to re-forge the old Potter alliance, he of course could have easily gotten a hearing with the Wizengamot through other means, but he would not get such a chance again to test these individual as well as their royalty to his family. His strategy would threaten Malfoy and his allies who had in his original world created so many problems after Voldy's resurrection. Also, he was aware that all these individuals had stood united with his family several times in the past, they were also pretty fed up with the way the Fudge government was running itself, increasing the likelihood of them reacting to his letter.
After all the Letters had been posted he made his way to Ollivanders, he knew that none of the wands present with the wand maker would be a match for him. His magic had changed and was no longer similar to other witches and wizard, it was not due to power, as power did not have much to do with a wand other than it being an amplifier for one's intention and spells. A wand choose a wizard on the basis of the nature of a wizard's magic, and therefore he was sure that there will be no match for him in the wand maker shop this was partially due to his so called 'Immortal life' and somewhat due to the rituals he had done all these characteristics had changed him in ways that even he could not recognise.
On entering the wand maker shop he was greeted with a pair of eerie blue eyes, the wand maker utilized his ability to see Aura to find a matching wand for his customer it was a ability that he knew the wand maker had perfected over the years.
"I don't recognise you" was all Ollivander said after couples of minutes, during which he was busy spend trying to make something out of his Aura. Harry was well aware of the colour of his Aura, it was Golden with wisps and strings of sliver in it. It seems he had been somewhat able to distract the aged man with his overwhelming presence. He could understand that the man would never have come across anyone with an aura quite like him. Yet this was getting increasingly annoying.
"Generally a person asks for Introduction in a much politer tone. However, it seems courtesy is all but forgotten with age. I am Harry Potter and I have come to your unfortunate shop to acquire myself a wand" he replied offended at the wand maker rude question. The wand maker eyes seem to go up to his forehead, probably to locate the lightening bolt scar, but on finding none he continued looking at him.
"Are you really, well, no matter we have to get you a wand don't we. Let's get started" he replied with no sign that the man had taken any offense to Harry earlier comment of his shop.
"So Mr. Potter, which is your wand arm" the wand maker asked.
"I am ambidextrous" he replied.
" Haven't seen one of those recently, why the last ambidextrous person for whom I made a wand was Tilly Toke 12¼" Redwood with dragon heartstring as its core it was quite rigid, she is now a famous charm mistress" he replied and started going through a plethora of wood. Harry knew the old wand maker would only try certain wands on him before giving up, his aura itself had intrigued him and he would love to create a new wand for him. And just as he had thought after only three tries the wand maker led him to his store.
"It seems Mr. Potter that you have now become my most difficult customer" Ollivander exclaimed gleefully. "I want you to close your eyes, and move around the room. Try and visualise your wand as you move around, and if you get any familiar feeling grab that object and bring it here" he explained the task to him.
Harry internally rolled his eyes, as if a normal eleven years old would ever be able to find his/her wand like this, then again he was not really normal and Ollivanders did have a large variety of wand covered. Shrugging his shoulders, he continued and followed the wand maker's instruction. And brought all the object he had felt a connection with, the old man gave him a wide eyed look when he delivered the final object.
"Curious Mr. Potter very curious, the first object you choose was phoenix feather now what is rare that this was a golden phoenix, they are considered a rarity even amongst the elusive phoenixes. The second object is Yggdrasil the mythical wood from Norway, and finally to mithril as the binder of your wand. This would be an expensive wand Mr. Potter even without the mithril it would have been expensive. It would take me three hours to craft your wand". With that Ollivander seems to restart his earlier observation of him now however he now had a look on his face that said that this is the most exictingthing ever happened to him or will happened.
With that Harry was ushered out of the shop with instruction to bring five hundred galleons when he returned to get his wand. Harry then made his way to buy a trunk for himself, due to the lack of space in the Dursley's house he had to make arrangement for a potion lab as well. Therefore, he bought a four compartment trunk; he would be adding the wards on the trunk later himself to ensure its security.
After buying his trunk, he went to Slug & Jiggers Apothecary to buy his potion ingredients as well as other ingredients he required for his rituals and other potion he wanted to make. For his personnel use he took Acromantula venom, Armadillo bile, Baneberry, Bat spleen, Belladonna, Billywig sting, Billywig sting slime, Black beetle eye, Blind-worm's Sting, Chinese Chomping Cabbage, Chizpurfle carapace, Cinnamon, Cockroach, Doxy egg, Dragon blood, Dragon claw, Dragon dung, Dragon horn, Dragon liver, Dragonfly thorax, he also took Fluxweed, Knotgrass, Lacewing Flies, Leeches, Horn of Bicorn, Lacewing Flies, Boomslang Skin. The shop keeper on seeing his purchase had assured him that he could buy rest of the ingredients by Owl post, which Harry grudgingly agreed to do.
After buying his cauldron he made his way to Twilfitt and Tatting's the wizarding clothing, Twilfitt was an up market clothing shop and hence even the so called rich Purebloods would not come to this shop for school uniform. After ordering his school uniform and several other robe's and suits made of silk and Acromantula silk along with a couple of shirts and pants he made his way to Flourish and Blotts followed by Obscurus Books. And even though Harry did not need to he bought several books from the bookstores ranging from Transfiguration, Charms, Potion, Ancient Runes, Alchemy, Books on Defensive and Offensive spells, Books on General Spells, Arithmancy, Magical Creatures and other subjects along with books on Wizarding history and Laws.
-xxx-
With his shopping done by 2.00 P.M and with still two hours left for his wand to be done and five hours for his relatives to pick him up, he decided to execute another part of his plan. In one of his previous lives he had been an explorer, he had in his several adventures found wonderful treasures and priceless artifacts. Hence he was aware of several locations that would could possibly assist him with his present self inflicted insolvence. He had for this purpose bought a standard wizarding trunk. And while Harry had several targets that he wanted to hit his present target was pretty close by Wookey hole.
He quietly placed an advance version of notice-me-not on himself and Apparated from the Apparatation area area. On reaching his destination, a cave one of the many in the area, he took out the vial of Dragons Blood and drew a runic array on the wall of the cave. With the runes done, he powered up the runes, the wall turned to sand and fell letting him enter the cave. The gold in this cave had been left in the cave during a Goblin rebellion in the mid 16 Century wizards who had fought with the Goblins nearby had seized their loot and transferred it here in this cave and later secured it with the most powerful wards to ensure that the treasure does not fall back in the hands of the Goblins. The wizards had all been killed, when the goblin had attacked their position, unable to tell the location to another person the place had been since hidden.
The place was warded with some pretty heavy wards. From the entrance of the cave, he saw various mould of gold and silver there were several precious jewels littered all around him, and even though the opening was not to big the fortune it held could easily be utilized by him to live his rest of his life very luxuriously.
Breaking his thoughts, he quickly collected the gold and other treasure in the standard trunk and made his way out of the cave, it was not safe for him without his wand and in his present stage. He quickly Apparated back to Diagon Alley.
-xxx-
He had, after going back to Gringotts to deposit the Gold and to turn it into galleons, had taken a lunch break at a restaurant near Charring Cross, he wanted to avoid Leaky Cauldron due to its inquisitive owner. However, now it was almost time for him to go get his wand, and then maybe he would come back and have some dessert.
Ollivander as usual, had started at him when he had entered his shop, he was now beyond the stage of getting creeped out from the man and most annoyed from his action. He had gone back in his workshop and returned with his new wand, the wand wood was black the handle of the wand was circular and spun several times the wand also possessed a distinctive characteristic a silver thread that went through the length of the wand encircling it in the process. The wand maker, then offered him the wand, now one must understand that the elder wand as you know it was his true wand and even though he could not walk into Dumbledore office and demand his wand back, his wand the Death stick, the unbeatable wand would only accept him as its true user.
The hallows, Death had explained him were sentinel in nature, he had told him how they choose their owner and the object in which they dwell were simply temporary. And as he was the true holder of the elder wand this wand would become his wand, this does not mean that Dumbledore wand would suddenly become useless because for that to happen, he would have to champion that wand as well a wand that was not his. Simply Dumbledore wand was no longer the elder wand, and even it was powerful it was no longer the most powerful wand. The moment Harry Potter had become Master of Deathly Hallows he had mastered them, dimensional boundaries meant nothing to such powerful artifacts.
Hence, when he held his wand in his hand for the first time, magic washed over him and then burst from the wand's tip in a brilliant show of golden and silver sparkles, he could feel the nostalgia coming from his wand. His wand had remembered him, runes started dancing across the length of the wand and the mithril glowed with unearthly power. It took several minutes for the power to dissipate and when that had happened Ollivander said "13 ½ Yggdrasil Wood Core Feather of a Golden Phoenix bound with mithril and unknown runes. An extremely powerful wand indeed".
Harry completely ignored Ollivanders comments and was instead busy looking at his wand, it was truly perfection. Over the years, along with being a perfectionist he had also become somewhat vain, his present wand echoed his present sentiment.
He absently handed the five hundred galleons to the old man and made his way out, Harry after getting out from shop waved the wand in a series of intricate patterns. The spell was meant to check for any tracking charm on himself. The tracking charm had partially been the reason he hadn't consciously used magic on the Dursley's, his previous use of magic would not be detected by the Ministry because he had Apparated from Diagon Alley. The Alley was so heavily saturated in magic that it was impossible for a ministry trace to work, and the second time he had Apparated from the cave he had utilized the magic that kept the cave hidden to hide his use of magic.
However, he could not depend on situation favoring him, he had to remove the trace from himself and especially if he wanted to complete the ritual to call upon his familiar along with the other plethora of magic he would need to perform to complete the tasks assigned to him.
The Trace was an advance peace of magic developed by the International Confederation of Wizard and the statue that restricted underage magic every magical child is to be implanted with the said trace. On muggleborns the trace was placed when the said child performed his/her first piece of magic. The ministry even had an entire department that concerned itself with underage magic, the department of Improper Use of Magic.
The Trace was quite a powerful and complicated piece of magic, the trace in itself had several wards attached to it, so that when anyone tried to remove the trace the wards on it will alert the ministry. Harry, however, had successfully found a way to remove the trace, as it was mighty impossible to remove the said trace he would simply transfer it to on to something, again this was complicated and nigh possible as the wards would again be alerted, he however had been a ward master in one of his previous lives.
It had taken Harry fifteen minutes to transfer the said trace on to a stuffed bear. He then placed then placed the toy in his trunk, on which he had applied a wandless temporary shrinking charm. When he returned back to his relative's house he would be applying more permanent wards and charms on his trunk.
-xxx-
On reaching 4 Privet Drive he quickly made his way to his room, avoiding the questioning glances send to his direction by his cousin and the infuriated glances sent by Vernon. On reaching his room, he quickly warded his door to ensure he did not receive any unexpected visitors he also added a Muggle Repellent ward that would impress upon his relatives that they have some other work to do when they try and enter his room.
Harry then started on a runic array to protect his trunk, he added minor wards on the first compartment while the second, third and fourth compartment were most well protected, he had placed a appropriate password to ensure his security as well. He then began preparation for the ritual, this particular ritual did not require any potions or any potion ingredients. For this ritual to work he had to focus his magic into summoning his familiar. He dutifully drew the required runes added his own blood into the runic sequence and then began his chant Conjuro te cor meum sodalem meum charissimum ... Conjuro te cor meum sodalem meum charissimum... Conjuro te cor meum sodalem meum charissimum.
It was with a loud huff that rang across his room that he realised the ritual had been successful. His familiar, the being for whom he had done this entire ritual was a shadow wolf, death himself had given the little guy to him as a gift, and he had also added certain modification to him to allow him to function alongside him and to assist him. The shadow wolf had been named Zeus and was his companion and partner, Harry heart had been yearning for his friend and it was now that he truly felt happy.
The reason that Zeus had not had appeared with Harry on his entrance into this world was due to Harry own request. He had argued that a wolf even in its small size would draw attention to them, it would also not be helpful when he went for his muggle schooling. Hence Zeus had stayed back, but now they were united. Right now the great wolf was standing over him after making him fall, Zeus could change size at will their species shadow wolf, which were now extinct could naturally do so. Zeus, however, could also change shape to three other forms, an ariel from and another land form.
He had already asked for permission from the deputy headmistress concerning Zeus and he was sure she would allow him to bring him along. She might of course want to check up on his friend to ensure he was student friendly or not. But she would allow him, for how could she possibly say no to the Boy- who-lived, Zeus would come with him to Hogwarts and chaos would follow them.
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