Inheriting a Draconian Mantle – Book 1
By Stargatesg1fan1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognized characters or universes within. If I did…I would have ended the Inheritance Cycle with Arya and Eragon in love and entangled in a heated, naked, and sweaty mess in their bed. Harry Potter would have been smarter and taken every opportunity he had to make love to the gorgeous Miss Granger and when they were old enough he would have made her the next Mrs. Potter.
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Harry decided to get his school uniform first so headed towards the shop labeled Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. The witch running the establishment was a short woman who was friendly enough, especially when she noticed the ring with a large P on it on Harry's finger.
"Are you here for your Hogwarts uniform, Sir?" The proprietor inquired of the wealthy young wizard. "I have everything you need. We have a young lady in your year being fitted as well."
Harry was guided into the back of the shop where a girl his age was being fitted by an assistant. The girl had chestnut brown hair that seemed a bit frizzy but possessed a cute face with curious eyes. An attractive woman in her thirties that could only be the girl's mother stood nearby examining the robes her daughter was being fitted with while the girl's father sat on a bench reading a newspaper with moving pictures.
As Malkin got him onto a stool and began fitting him Harry said, "Hello there. I'm Harry. I'm going to be a first year at Hogwarts."
"Hello," the girl greeted with something of a blush. "I'm Hermione. I'm going into my first year as well. This is my mother Emma Granger and that's my father over there reading the paper, Daniel Granger."
"Hello, it's nice to meet you Harry," Emma greeted with a kind smile as Dan nodded distractedly while scanning the paper intently.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," the wizard responded to the Grangers.
"Do you know much about Hogwarts?" Hermione questioned.
"Not very much at all," Harry admitted. "I just found out I was a wizard earlier today when I got my Hogwarts letter. It took some persuasion for my aunt and uncle to tell me my parents were a witch and wizard."
Madam Malkin gasped as did her assistant who couldn't help but overhear the conversation.
"Is there something unusual about Harry just finding out he is a wizard Madam Malkin?" Emma questioned the proprietor.
"Goodness me yes," Malkin declared, flustered. "We've been told for years in all of the literature that Harry Potter was being properly cared for under the guidance of Albus Dumbledore. If he has not even been informed of his heritage…why it's a crime!"
"What literature Madam Malkin?" Hermione piped up.
"Why the many books about Harry Potter of course," Malkin replied.
"There are books about me?" The bemused young warlock questioned.
"Of course there are," Malkin assured.
"Why would anyone want to write books about me?" The shape-shifter probed with a sinking feeling.
"Because you're the most famous wizard in our world Mr. Potter," Malkin explained, causing the Grangers to look at the green eyed male with curiosity.
"What exactly am I famous for? You will have to forgive me but the only knowledge I have of this magical world was gleaned from my aunt who rather dislikes me," pointed out the Rider.
A gust of air blew the bottoms of some robes on one of the racks, a snort from Saphira. Harry got the distinct feeling his reptilian companion disliked the Dursleys already.
"I do not feel like I should be the one to tell you this Mr. Potter…but you simply can't go around not knowing. Please take a seat," Malkin requested while sending out a spell which changed the sign on the front of the shop to closed. "Margaret you can take an early break. The Grangers might as well hear this as well." When the shop assistant had left the room Malkin looked sorrowfully at her dark haired client. "Some years ago there was a great war in the wizarding world. On one side you had the Ministry of Magic and the various light aligned factions. The other side was led by an evil wizard who called himself…," the woman paused as if afraid to say the name. "He called himself Lord Voldemort. We don't say his name. He is often called You Know Who or He Who Must Not Be Named. This wizard had many followers who called themselves Death Eaters. These evil wizards and witches believed their blood was more pure than that of half bloods and muggleborns. They destroyed many lives. It was a horrible war. The long conflict was only ended when the Dark Lord chose to attack your house Mr. Potter. He killed your parents and tried to kill you. He used a curse simply called the Killing Curse. There is no known method to survive this curse. You are the only known survivor. Voldemort was never found after he attacked you. We were told by Dumbledore that his robes and a scorch mark were the only things left."
There was a moment of silence while the customers digested this news before Harry inquired, "Does this killing curse give off a green light?"
"Why yes it does Mr. Potter," Malkin said worriedly. "How did you know?"
"I've had nightmares in the past involving an evil laugh and a flash of green light," the Potter heir explained. "If I'm the only one to survive that night then how did Dumbledore know exactly what went on?"
"Well we all just assumed he used his powerful mind and his incredible magical senses to deduce the events of that night. But obviously not everything he told the public was right. We were all told you had a lightning bolt shaped scar on your forehead," Malkin pointed out.
Harry was really not liking this Albus Dumbledore.
"Thank you for telling me Madam," said the shape-shifter.
Malkin nodded in response before apparently noticing the uneasy looks the Grangers parents were giving each other.
"Mr. and Mrs. Granger…I allowed you to hear that story as a warning. I'm sure the professor who came to explain to you about your daughter's powers and our world did not tell you any of that. They don't like to scare off the muggleborns. But I should inform you of what happens to the muggleborns who don't earn at least their OWL certification after being informed of the magical world. The Ministry has the entire family relieved of their memories and the child's magic bound. I know it's not right but the lawmakers of the magical world are a very reclusive lot who don't want to risk the exposure of our world. If your daughter had her magic bound she would go through life feeling like a piece of her being was missing," the shopkeeper explained.
"We'll think about that," Emma promised as she noticed the pleading look on her little girl's features.
The two students were quickly sized up and acquired their uniforms.
The Grangers left Malkin's shop at the same time as the Potter heir. Dan and Emma quickly realized Harry did not have anyone to help him pick out his school supplies.
"Harry, would you like to walk around the Alley with us? We just started getting Hermione's school supplies ourselves," Dan Granger offered.
"I'd like that Sir," Harry agreed when he noticed Hermione's cute blush make an appearance once more.
"Let's go to the bookstore next," Hermione suggested excitedly.
The other three saw no problem with this plan so headed for Flourish and Blotts.
"I should warn you Harry. Our daughter can be something of a bibliophile. She can't get enough of books," Emma pointed out teasingly.
"Mum," Hermione whispered, embarrassed.
"It's ok Mrs. Granger. I like to read too," Harry responded.
"You can call us by our first names Harry. Being called Mr. Granger makes me feel so old," Dan suggested.
"That's because you are old daddy," Hermione announced with a mischievous grin on her cute face before grabbing a shopping basket and racing off to find her school books.
It appeared as if Hermione knew very well how to return the teasing her parents doled out.
Hermione's parents were forced to put a limit on the number of books beyond what was on her school list which she could buy. The Grangers were by no means poor but with the exchange rate and the cost of her tuition plus required supplies they were already spending quite a few pounds that day.
"I'll make you a deal Hermione. You can read some of my books if you will be my friend. I have access to what I'm buying here and a lot more from my family vaults," suggested the sorcerer.
"You don't need to make that offer Harry. I'd still be your friend," Hermione assured. "But I accept."
The elder Grangers had been out of earshot at that time but they certainly noticed how much happier Hermione was a few minutes later and assumed Harry had found a way to cheer her up. Harry found quite a few books that caught his fancy and that weren't already in his vault collection so he bought them. The shopping baskets had charms on them to make the contents weigh only as much as a feather and to hold as much as the user desired. It turns out the bookstore sold cloth bags that performed the same function. The Grangers bought one such bag for Hermione and Harry bought one for himself. Saphira rejoined her Rider when he exited the bookstore from her perch on a nearby ledge. It turned out the dragon could selectively control when she made the warlock invisible while perched on his shoulder and when she did not, something he was very grateful for.
The rest of the supplies were obtained rather quickly with the exception of an animal companion and a wand. All of the animals would shy away from Harry when he came near their cages. He surmised that he smelled of dragon. The exception was a beautiful snowy owl which Harry immediately purchased. Hermione's parents purchased her a magical feline called a kneazle as an early birthday present, which was in late September. The Potter heir immediately sent his owl off with a reply for Professor McGonagall accepting his position at Hogwarts.
Quite some time later the group of four walked out of Ollivanders, a wand shop.
"That man was rather creepy," Hermione observed.
"Yes he was dear," Emma agreed.
"I find myself curious about what kind of dragon your wand core is made of Harry," Dan declared.
It had been extremely difficult for Ollivander to match a wand to the Potter heir. All throughout the visit the warlock felt his mental connection to Saphira growing. The wizard felt the blue dragon's weight come to rest on his shoulder as she glided down from a ledge above the wand shop. The wand maker had explained that the core of Harry's wand came from an old friend who ran a dragon preserve. The core material was a crystal powder that came from an ancient and rare breed of dragon that went extinct many centuries ago. The remains of the ancient dragon had been recently uncovered in a cave very well preserved. The small sample that Ollivander had been given as a gift to experiment with had proved to be highly magical. Harry was the first magician to get a reaction with the wand as a good foci.
Harry was trying to keep his mind from expanding out of his body like it seemed to want to do since leaving the wand shop. Saphira's mind seemed to have no trouble with reaching out and exploring her surroundings.
"Daddy, let's go pick up our school trunks and then go out for lunch. Can Harry come with us?" Hermione questioned her father.
"Of course dear," Dan agreed.
Harry's wandering mind suddenly focused on his new wand. Many things about the construct felt odd. But there was a definite feeling of familiarity. The wand gave off a feel similar to Saphira. The shape-shifter suspected that Saphira might be from the same breed of dragon as the wand core material came from. Another part of the wand caught the mage's attention. Harry detected a magic that felt wrong and probing out to Hermione's wand felt the same thing. An adult witch walking by caught his attention. The wizard reached out and found that the wrong magic wasn't around the witch's foci.
Instinctively Harry focused on making the bad feeling magic go away and felt the enchantment dissipate from his wand at the command of his magic and willpower. The wizard repeated the process on Hermione's wand. It would be a little while before the Potter heir realized he had just removed the Trace enchantment the Ministry of Magic used to track magic performed by underage witches and wizards from their wands. The two Hogwarts students found a basic school trunk. For a few extra galleons enchantments could be added to make the load within the trunk weigh next to nothing, enlarge and shrink the trunks at a verbal command, and to make the space on the inside quite a bit larger than the outside. When the Granger parents saw that the intelligent young wizard was getting these features added they decided to spend a little extra to get the same charms for their daughter. The Rider thought it was prudent to have a decoy for the blue trunk Merlin had left for him.
The two youths were following the Granger parents back to their car after leaving the Leaky Cauldron and chatting happily away, getting to know each other. Suddenly Dan and Emma veered sharply to the left and into a dead end alley. The young witch and warlock quickly followed, wondering what the heck was going on. That was when the youths felt the spells hit them. Harry's body became rigid and as stiff as a board before he fell on his back. Hermione's form fell in front of him a moment later.
"Well what do we have here," a deep voice spoke with evil glee.
"It looks like a mudblood family," another man's voice replied.
"Well how about we have a little fun and then we can obliviate them," the first man suggested. "They won't remember a thing."
"This muggle woman is rather attractive," pointed out the second man.
"Make the man and the boy have their way with the little girl. It'll be entertaining," the first man suggested.
Suddenly Harry could move again but a feeling of calm fell over him and an urge to violate Hermione penetrated into his mind. Dan was obviously struggling with the same urge. Hermione was still frozen but her eyes betrayed her horror.
"Saphira, wait," Harry stilled his dragon from acting as he felt the small creature getting ready to attack.
These were obviously fully trained wizards and the Potter heir did not want them hurting his dragon. Harry managed to look over at the two assailants in time to see the one vanish Emma's pants and undergarments. The green eyed Rider idly noticed that Mrs. Granger must shave and that she was a very beautiful woman. But Emma Granger was also a very terrified woman. Harry Potter's magic and rage welled up inside of him and he tapped into the strength his new form granted him. The magic restraining the Potter heir's mind and body shredded under his might before, with the speed his new form granted, he raced towards the two attackers.
Harry went for the fatter of the two wizards' family jewels, nailing the lump in the bits. There was a wet squishing sound along with a crack as the rapist's pelvis and bits shattered and exploded respectively. The well trained martial artist was already flowing into a spin kick while his first target was thrown back against the alley wall. The spin kick connected with the second rapist's chest. The shape-shifter did not realize his new strength. The full grown wizard who was rather thin flew a dozen feet…directly into the busy street. A large truck going the speed limit was enough to ensure the wizard would never rape anyone again.
Turning towards Emma, Harry dispelled the restraining magic just like he had done not long before with the bad feeling magic on his and Hermione's wands. The agile young wizard leapt at Dan and restrained the man from getting any nearer to Hermione while dispelling the controlling magic. Once Dan had his body back under his control the dark haired mage freed Hermione. The young witch was immediately sobbing in her savior's arms. Dan was already at his wife's side, hugging her for dear life. Emma was half naked but did not seem to realize it. Harry could already hear the commotion coming from the street where the one rapist had been killed. Acting on instinct once more the teleporter disappeared with Hermione in his arms. A moment later he was back to take Emma back to his bedroom.
Finally Dan was retrieved from the alley along with Saphira.
"What the hell just happened?" Dan demanded with bewilderment as he scanned his surroundings.
"I'm sorry Sir, but I did not know what else to do. I panicked. This is my bedroom," Harry explained while retrieving a robe for Emma from the nearby clothes hook on the inside of his closet door. "Oh wait…my aunt's pants might fit you," the shape-shifter added before remote teleporting a set of the mentioned garments directly onto the surprised Emma.
"That's what happens when you panic?" Emma questioned with one raised eyebrow as she stuck close to Dan. "And how did you get us here?"
"I've kind of been able to teleport myself and objects I focus on for some years now," admitted Harry somewhat sheepishly.
"That's how you got the pants," Hermione surmised.
Harry nodded; very glad his relatives were out for the day.
"How did you take out those men who attacked us?" Dan wanted to know. "I couldn't move until…," the man trailed off as a dark memory of what those scum had tried to force him to do to his daughter came over him.
"Well I've been training in martial arts for years. Due to some family magics I found in my main Gringotts vault today my usual defense abilities have been amplified," explained the Potter heir while teleporting another two chairs up for Hermione's parents from downstairs.
Hermione sat in Harry's desk chair while he sat on his bed.
"Thank you Harry…I don't know what we would have done without you," Emma whispered, tearing up again.
As Dan pulled his wife into his lap to comfort her Hermione pointed out, "They said they were going to obliviate us and it would take away our memories."
"I wonder how often things like this happen in the wizarding world," Harry questioned aloud as his adrenaline rush dissipated.
"I don't want you going to that school," Dan told Hermione.
"We…we can't judge an entire society based off of the actions of a few of their members," Emma pointed out as she started to calm down.
"The hell we can't," Dan objected.
"Mr. Granger Sir," began Harry, earning a pointed look from Emma. "I mean Dan…wouldn't it be better for Hermione to learn to defend herself against such attacks? You heard as well as I what Madam Malkin said. This Ministry of Magic will obliviate you all anyway. I think I can keep Hermione safe long enough for her to learn to defend herself. We are going to be in a school after all. Plus we have access to quite a few books. Perhaps before the start of term we can find a magical way for you to keep a close eye on Hermione."
"And you Harry," Emma put forth. "Just because you aren't ours doesn't mean what you have done today hasn't endeared you to Dan and I. We'd like to help you too."
"Thank you Emma," the orphan replied, somewhat surprised and touched.
After several long moments Dan replied, "I'll consider it. We should start looking for these magical aids soon. Right now we need to get my car." After another moment of silence Dan questioned, "Harry, do you think you can teleport a car?"
With a grin the sorcerer replied, "I can try."
As it turned out Harry could teleport a car. When he found out where the Grangers lived he realized it was only a few towns over from Little Whinging. The young wizard had been to Crawley once while looking for a martial arts academy when he was younger. The Rider was able to teleport the family and their car back to their town in a matter of minutes whereupon he was invited for dinner. Dinner was takeout that night and was quite delicious. The teleporter learned his hosts were Dentists as well as quite a few other tidbits of information about them. In turn the Grangers also learned a little more about Harry's home life and how he got to be the remarkable young man he was. The Potter heir liked to keep his secrets so did not reveal quite so much about his powers.
Dan Granger was extremely impressed with Harry Potter. The way the young man had handled finding out about his fame was impressive enough. But watching the young wizard take out those fully grown pieces of scum with such power and speed was astounding to the sandy haired man. Hermione and the boy also seemed to be fast friends, both sharing an interest in learning among other things. Emma was also quite taken with the young man and would forever be indebted to him for saving her from a horrible fate. The Granger adults had no illusions about what would have happened to the chestnut haired beauty had their daughter's new friend not saved them.
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September 1st (A month later)…
Harry and Hermione were out of the car before her parents could even unbuckle their seatbelts.
"A bit excited are we," Emma teased.
"We are going to a school of magic mum," Hermione pointed out excitedly, eager to learn.
Harry smiled at his best friend. Over the past month the Potter heir had grown quite close to the Granger family and Hermione in particular. The past month had been a time of discovery for the new Rider. Saphira had grown in leaps and bounds. The dragon's shoulder now came up to her Rider's shoulder and he was quite tall for his age. The blue scaled dragon was currently circling overhead while invisible alongside the snowy owl, Hedwig. The two hunters were quite friendly towards each other after the dragon had overcome her initial instinct to eat the owl.
"You've got your mirrors?" Dan questioned as the quartet walked into Kings Cross station, the area bustling with activity.
"Yes dad," Hermione assured.
Harry had discovered the enchantment to allow mirrors to be tied to their possessor and then for those enchanted mirrors to be able to communicate with other mirrors inside the golden book in his trunk's tree house. The golden book seemed to be somewhat intelligent, responding to its possessor's desire for information and bringing up the appropriate texts. The shape-shifter had discovered quite a lot of time to study due to his no longer needing to sleep thanks to his new elf like physiology. Whenever he required rest the Rider simply entered a trance like state, a waking dream.
"I want you to check in every evening. If you get in any trouble you can't handle you are to teleport right home," Dan commanded.
"Yes dad," Hermione agreed.
When the four came to the divide between platforms nine and ten they stopped. Emma gave the two magical youths a warm hug.
"Take care of my daughter Harry," Dan said while shaking the wizard's hand.
"Of course," the sorcerer agreed.
"We'll see you both at Christmas time," Emma assured.
Harry had already been invited to spend the holiday with Hermione and her parents. Hermione led the way through the magical barrier onto platform nine and three-quarters just like Professor McGonagall had instructed her. The two friends were forty-five minutes early so had their choice of carriages on the scarlet steam engine called the Hogwarts' Express. The duo chose an empty carriage near the middle of the train. Their trunks were shrunken in their pockets with all of their belongings. The blue chest containing the pocket dimensional forest was also shrunken in Harry's pocket.
"I'm really glad you were able to remove that Ministry tracking charm we read about. We should be much better prepared now that we can do magic anytime and anyplace," Hermione suggested as she took her seat. "I still want to know how you did that."
"And as I've said before Hermione…a guy has to keep some secrets to keep a girl from getting bored with him," the mage teased.
Time passed quickly for the two friends until the platform outside the train started to fill up with students and their families. Harry's keen hearing couldn't help picking up much of the noise on the platform.
"Gran…I've lost Trevor again," a boy quite near Harry's compartment told his caretaker.
"Oh, Neville," the strict looking woman with a strange vulture hat replied while letting out a sigh of exasperation. "I'm sure you will find your toad somewhere on the train. Now hurry onboard."
Hermione knew her friend was far more perceptive than most people due to whatever family magics he had discovered in his vault on the day she had met him. The young book lover was curious but did not let that curiosity threaten her friendship.
"What is it?" Hermione questioned as she noticed her friend's attention elsewhere.
"I think I know how to make us another friend," the Rider declared with a mischievous grin as Saphira relayed an image from her vantage point resting on top of the train of a toad hopping onto the transport. "This," the wizard continued as he remote teleported the toad into his hand, "was lost by that Neville bloke right there."
"Good idea," Hermione replied, agreeing with the idea of returning the pet and making a friend.
It was only a few moments later before Neville walked by looking for a compartment. Harry opened the door while holding the toad in plain sight.
"I couldn't help overhearing that you lost a toad. Would this by chance be your wayward companion?" The sorcerer inquired.
"Trevor," a relieved young wizard cried as he took the toad from the dark haired Rider. "Thank you!"
"Would you like to sit with us?" Hermione invited.
"I would like that," Neville agreed before entering the compartment and taking a seat across from the two friends. It was obvious Neville already had his belongings shrunken on his person somewhere. "I'm Neville Longbottom," the somewhat shy new arrival greeted.
"I'm Harry Potter and this is my friend Hermione Granger," the Potter heir responded, causing Neville's eyes to widen before they darted up to the celebrity's forehead. "No I don't have a scar. Dumbledore made that up I'm sure."
"Sorry," Neville said with a blush.
"It's alright…I suspect that's the type of reaction I will be getting a lot," Harry pointed out with an easy grin.
"So Neville, tell us about yourself," Hermione suggested.
The three magic users got to know each other over the following minutes until two girls appeared at the door to the compartment.
"Hello Neville," a blonde girl greeted from the doorway as eleven o'clock (the time for the train's departure) rapidly approached.
"Hello Hannah, Susan," Neville replied nervously.
"Do you care if we sit with you?" The red haired witch standing behind Hannah inquired.
"Not at all," Harry assured.
The two girls took seats on the bench next to Neville. Hannah sat rather close to the Longbottom heir to the boy's evident discomfort. It was quite obvious to Harry that Neville liked Hannah and did not know how to react around her. After introductions and the obligatory ogling of the present celebrity were taken care of the five youths continued to get to know each other. The two new girls had been around Neville occasionally growing up. The two girls managed to contain the eagerness they felt towards meeting the boy hero they had been read bedtime stories about when they were younger. Still, Susan could be noticed blushing occasionally as she stole glances at the Rider. Harry was not at all opposed to the idea of Susan being attracted to him because she was quite a cute girl herself. In a few years Miss Bones would be simply stunning, just like Hermione.
The Rider reached out with his mind to his surroundings. The powerful mind of the dark haired shape-shifter picked up the general mood of those on the train; an air of excitement was prevalent.
"This will be an interesting experience," Saphira's mental voice declared in her Rider's mind.
It had been a bit odd at first when Harry realized his dragon could speak telepathically but he had quickly adjusted. Somehow the sorcerer felt it was only right that the blue scaled being could communicate with him, as if he instinctually knew she was capable of such before she spoke.
"Indeed…how is it up there?" The Potter heir questioned.
"It is fine," Saphira replied as she sunned herself on the roof of the car her Rider's compartment was part of.
"Excuse me, could I sit here with you?" A cute girl of Asian heritage inquired from the doorway.
Cho Chang wasn't exactly sure what drew her to the compartment she was standing at the entrance of. Some subtle magic in the air along with a musky sent stimulated the second year student's senses. Cho was the daughter of the Chinese Ambassador to the Ministry of Magic. Her parents had homeschooled her for the first year of what would have normally been her Hogwarts track. Cho had recently been accepted into Hogwarts and sorted into the school's second year class of Ravenclaws in a private meeting. When she laid eyes on the green eyed boy Cho quickly realized he was what had drawn her into the compartment. Something enchanting was at work originating from the young man.
"I think we have room for one more," Harry declared.
Cho took a seat next to Harry so that he was between her and Hermione. Introductions were made while the shape-shifter noticed a family of redheads hurry onto the platform. The youngest girl was cute but did not appear to be of a Hogwarts age yet. The redheads boarding the train quickly hurried into the locomotive just as the whistle blew to signal a last call before departure. The Rider's keen senses quickly perceived a hideous odor.
"It's the youngest redheaded male," Saphira informed her Rider helpfully.
It only took Harry a few moments to confirm with his other senses that it was Ron Weasley that suffered from a severe lack of personal hygiene. The powerful mind of the dragon's companion immediately delved into the unprotected landscape the ginger laughingly called a brain in order to make sure Ron would not come near the compartment the six magicals sat in. Controlling an undefended mind was something that seemed to come naturally to Harry. The intelligent Potter male suspected the ease with which he performed some magical tasks was due to the slowly emerging set of memories he had inherited from his ancestor. The celebrity couldn't help but notice Ron Weasley's current task while directing the ginger elsewhere.
At the speed of thought Harry relived Ron's experience of being told to befriend Harry Potter and then to later report all of the Potter heir's activities to Albus Dumbledore. There were other memories of times watching Ron's mother, Molly, read many bedtime stories about Harry Potter to her daughter Ginny. Molly constantly told Ginny that someday the girl would marry Harry Potter. The celebrity in question found this all quite disturbing but realized he shouldn't judge Ginny by the actions of several of her family members. He would wait until he could scan Ginny's mind for himself. A quick perusal of the minds of the other Weasleys on the train revealed no knowledge of Dumbledore's manipulations. A certain map in the possession of the Weasley twins drew the Rider's attention.
"That map could be a problem if it can detect me," Saphira pointed out.
"Judging from Merlin's words regarding your cloak I doubt it can. But just in case I'll implant measures into the minds of these two pranksters to make them not notice your name on their Marauder's Map should it appear. Perhaps I should look into purchasing the map off of them in the future. With my mental abilities I probably don't need it but it could prove useful if something can block my mind powers," pointed out Harry.
The Rider knew it was possible to block his mind powers because Saphira was capable of such a feat. The Dursleys had proved to have extremely weak mental defenses. Because of his time spent practicing reading and manipulating Petunia's mind Harry had the memories of many years of his mother's life as she grew up. The sorcerer took the time to copy quite a few of the memories he found in the minds of the elder Weasleys; knowledge about wizarding life and memories of learning quite a few spells. The Rider did not take the time to grab every spell the Weasley brothers had learned because there simply wasn't time at the moment nor did he desire a headache. It would take several weeks to absorb and sort the knowledge of the full seven years of Hogwarts curriculum. Harry had plenty of time though.
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The End of Book One Chapter 2
Posted: 1/26/2013
Author's Note:
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