Summary- Harry made a huge mistake at the end of his second year. One that followed through for the year stealing nearly everything from him, but once given a chance to get it all back Harry quickly takes it. However not everything turns out like Harry would have expected it to. Now how will Harry deal with being in the world of the Walking dead, even if being there did give him back what he lost? Will he find it worth it? Or will he attempt to go back to the world he was in before even when he knows what is waiting for him there?
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, or the Walking dead.
Chapter one
The second Harry jumped through the Veil, and after seeing a chilling, yet very familiar, green light hit right behind him as he did so. Found himself almost wishing he hadn't gone through the veil at all; almost that it, but at the same time he couldn't quite bring himself to do so.
This was because the second after he had leaped through the veil Harry found himself being pulled, twisted and pushing in all different directions at what seemed to be at the same time. Leaving Harry wondering if that was how play dough felt like at times.
Not to mention wondering why this hadn't been in the book as it seemed like something he would have included. As well as wondering if the killing curse Dumbledore had thrown at the veil had done anything; as he had never read anything like that happening before.
Even as he wondered this, Harry felt what he now figured was the changes he needed to best adapt him to whatever world he landed in occurring. The pain Harry felt as all of this happened, wasn't the worst pain he had ever been put through; not even close to it.
In fact, it wasn't actually painful to Harry but the sheer strangeness he felt as this happened, wasn't something he was used to; not in the least bit. As he had been trained to be more used to pain then oddness; he hadn't had any training really to deal with odd feelings.
This was what had Harry almost wishing he hadn't stepped through the veil; again almost. Just because of the sheer oddness of the feeling, was like an itch in a place he never felt before let along could reach. Because currently Harry felt like he was gum or rubber of some sort and was unsure how he should actually feel about that; especially as it almost seemed like he was getting chewed upon.
However, it was the thought of finally having his freedom, finally being known as him, be it Harry Potter or whatever name he chose to call himself in this new world. Instead of a weapon as so many had taken to calling him in the last year of so, caused Harry to grit his teeth and try his best to ignore all the weirdness he was currently feeling. At least Harry thought he was gritting his teeth but given just how badly the veil was messing with his body, not to mention with his mind, he wasn't completely sure about that.
It was because of this that Harry was able to stand the bizarre, not to mention now becoming rather painful, experience that was the veil changing him to be best suited for whatever dimeson he was being tossed into.
By reminding himself that once this was done, he would be one step closer to his freedom. Something he would never have been offered if he had stayed in his home world and had never stepped into the veil to begin with. Not to mention now that the odd feeling was turning to pain it was much easier for Harry to deal with; but then again Harry was now able to shrug of the curcio curse with a disturbing about of ease.
After what felt like hours of being turned to what Harry was sure was putty and seemingly molded into something else Harry found himself feeling whole once more. Before it felt like he was literally being spat out by something; a feeling that wasn't pleasant in the least bit.
Because honestly Harry got the feeling he could now say he knew what it felt like to be chewed up and spat out by something. Something that left Harry desperately wanting a shower for reason he really didn't want to think about.
But at the same time, at least now he was free of the veil and in whatever world that the Veil had sent him into; one where Harry could hopefully finally have his freedom. Where he wouldn't be called a weapon, and where he could find out just who he was, find out who just Harry actually was. A world that would give him the fresh start he craved so much that he had been very willing to risk his very existence on doing it.
Harry after the veil had released him into whatever world it had decided to let him go in. couldn't stop himself from moving, at first, as he stumbled around a bit; nearly falling flat on his face as he did so. This was mainly due to how sudden the landing was but as soon as Harry got a handle on his feet he quickly jerked up straight just in time to avoid actually falling.
This turned out to be a very good thing, because just as Harry jerked up straight and stopped stumbling he noticed that he was at the very edge of a cliff. One that he really didn't want to fall down but nearly just did and would have if he hadn't caught his balance in time. A fall like that while most likely not being enough to kill him had would have certainly done some serious damage to him, and at the same time would have most likely brought some very unwanted attention to him, in someway or another.
Once he was completely steady Harry and had backed far away from the edge of the cliff, Harry began to look for the nearest reflective surface he could find. Needing to know just what changes had occurred when the Veil was making him adapt to whatever world he was going to. As he knew there had to be some changes since he vividly remembered the feelings he had felt during the trip through said veil.
So, knowing this, and because of a combination of both his training, as well as his natural curiosity, made it so one of the first things Harry wanted to know what had happened to him. As well as wondering if these changes could give him a hint as to what type of world he maybe in at the same time.
After all, with all the twisting, squashing feeling and generally feeling as he had been turned to gum, chewed up, and then spat out, something big must have happened, right? Similar, but hopefully not exactly like, the water world that he had read about; or at least that is what Harry had figured.
Only to be slightly stunned, as well as a bit confused, when upon looking into the reflection in the small pound that had happened to be nearby, that there didn't seem to be any changes to him whatsoever; he hadn't even been de-aged or anything like that.
Which was something Harry figured that the veil might do that because often children blended in better than adults did in different places; plus, most the time people tended to overlook children unlike with most adults. Then again at the age of seventeen Harry, wasn't exactly considered an adult by most people standers so maybe the Veil hadn't de-aged him because of that?
Not to mention, while Harry could look intimidating when he wanted to, he also could look rather harmless as well; especially when he was wearing the baggy cloths that he currently had on. So maybe the Veil figured Harry was well enough at least on the outside to fit in the world it had dumped him?
Confused but at the same time feeling slightly grateful that there hadn't been any real changed, and that he hadn't been de-aged like he had thought he was going to, Harry couldn't help but give a slight breath of relief. Because despite how he acted, and what he had thought, Harry hadn't really wanted there to be changes to his body; at least nothing incredible major.
Mainly because Harry really didn't want to have to retrain whatever his new body may have been, but at the same time he had been ready to accept them if he had to. Because after all while the training he had been out through had been utter hell, there was no way he was going to let all those years go to waste. Not now when all that training could certainly be used to defend himself with, instead of being a collared, controlled, weapon to whatever plans the Headmaster may have had.
Now seeing that he didn't have to accept any changes, Harry was about to start to walk around and take a look at what his new world was; happy for his new-found freedom. Happy that he was no longer considered the weapon of the light like head been for the last several years.
Though at the same time wondering just what the veil had done to him, and how without the changes he had undergone would he be able to find out about the new world he was now in; at least without so serious research that could raise suspicions about him.
That is when the memories hit. It seemed that while the Veil hadn't changed him much physically it had done something rather big after all. Unlike what Harry had originally believed after first seeing his reflection after landing.
As it turns out the veil, had given Harry what could qualify as several years' worth of medical knowledge's, along with all the knowledge Harry would have gained if he had remained in a normal school and had worked his way through to a college education; like he had been planning before he had ever found out he was a wizard.
A collage education in the medical field that is; one that was geared towards healing what Harry called battle wounds or larger trauma wounds. Which were things like cuts, burn, bullet wounds, animal attacks and broken bones.
Something Harry was really grateful for, and when added to the information he had on healing others with magic; which Harry learned from healing himself from all the injuries he had received during his 'training'. Made Harry feeling a lot more comfortable about where he was, made him feel a lot more useful than he had been. Not to mention made Harry feel that much safer in his skin about the new world he was in.
Because it seemed like the Veil had felt Harry's deep longing to be able to help others, instead of attacking them, and had done its best to grant Harry his inner unspoken wish. To have something that could help him feel just the smallest bit better about all the death and destruction he had been forced to call in the war he had been part of; a sense he would never have gotten otherwise. Making Harry once more grateful for the fact he had stepped through the veil in the first place.
Harry while he was thinking on this, or to be more précises while he was thinking of ways to combine his magical healing with the medical knowledge he had just received, Harry felt his eyes widen as a sudden thought hit him.
He hadn't thought to actually check to see if he still had his magic to begin with; or for that matter any of the things he had attempted to take with him. After all the book had said in some case the veil took things away things to make a person better suited for the world they were going in and he was seriously hoping that if that was the case the veil hadn't taken anything from him; at least not anything he felt was really important.
Harry had only assumed that the veil had given him the knowledge and that was the only thing that had been changed about him. Harry already knew assuming was a really bad thing, so he wasn't quite sure why he had just done so again.
Just looking back on what assuming had got him when it came to the training Dumbledore had been talking about when he had been twelve after all, should have seriously taught him to do otherwise. At the same time, he just prayed he didn't make a mistake in assuming this about the veil. And that for once he did have some luck on his side.
That in mind and feeling terrified that he could have lost his magic. Which, despite everything he had been through because of said magic, had been his only source of comfort he had during the hardest parts of his training.
If only because his magic had been the only thing that had always been there for him no matter what. Not to mention his magic always seemed willing to help or heal him unlike any of the others around him; making Harry become rather attached to it. Which wasn't helped by the fact a lot of Harry's plans did partially depend on him having his magic; despite the fact he had undergone some equally as harsh more mundane like training over the years as well.
Knowing this, Harry decided that he needed to check once and for all if he had lost his magic; that he needed to see if the Veil had taken his magic in return for sending him to the new world. In return for all the information it had just granted him. Which was now one of Harry's currently worse fears, right up there with the Headmaster somehow finding a way to drag him back; even if that was supposed to be impossible if he himself didn't want to go.
And to do this Harry decided to try to attempt to unshrink the trunk he had brought with him. Which he could still feel was attached to him despite everything that had happened during the trip through the veil. After all, unshrinking the trunk in question would let Harry to several things at once, one find out if he still had his magic, two get his supplies out and finally three check if everything was still there.
Seeing as the trunk that Harry had brought with him during his escape was one he hoped that he would be able to keep with him. Mainly because after he had heard what was planned for him, and had decided to get away before it could actual happen to him, was a trunk he had quickly stored all the supplies he had on him.
As well as, everything else he could think of that he might need to survive whatever world he might be dumped into; some of which he had actually stolen from the stores around the Ministry before he had gone into it. And a trunk he had shrunk and transformed into a small fang like earring that was currently still attached to his right ear.
With carful hands and rather slow movements, as if he was afraid of what he would find out, Harry took out his the almost shark looking tooth earring out of his ear before placing it in front of him; on a nearby flat surfaced rock.
Then after using all of his senses to check if there was anyone one around him, something Harry realized he should have done earlier but hadn't, and then upon sensing that there wasn't anyone nearby, raised one of his hands towards the earring; calling on his magic up as he did so. Almost feeling like holding his breath as he did so; as if that would help changing anything.
Using his hand to channel his magic seeing as he had been forced to learn wandless and wordless magic by his so call 'mentors' over the years. Most of the time via forcefully taking his wand from him and screaming at him to call upon his magic to defend him without the wand while they cursed the hell out of him. Which in the end had proved to be helpful in situation like the one Harry was currently in.
But at the same time there was often times, at least in the beginning, Harry only managing to call on his magic that way from the sheer need he had for his magic to help him. Which was another reason that Harry wanted to have his magic it had always been there for him when he really needed it; helping him anyway it could.
Be it shielding him in some way, healing him, or bringing things he needed to him or in front of him. It had just always been there for him for as long as he could remember, even before he knew what exactly his magic was, and losing it would cause something deep within Harry to break; in a way Harry was sure he'd be able to fix if it did happen. In way that not even the cruel training he had been forced had been able to.
Harry felt nothing but utter relieve when he felt a very familiar rush go through him. Harry feeling this familiar rush felt his eyes widen and moisten a bit, in an extremely rare display of emotions, as the once fang shaped earring shifted back into the trunk shape it had been before starting to grow.
Not stopping in growing until the former earring was a muti-compartment waist high pitch-black trunk; just like it had been before he had transformed it into an earring. Just as it had been when he had managed to sneak it out of the Black family vaults.
Harry after the trunk was fully restored and after he had been reassured that yes, he still did have his magic, he decided, to do the what else he had planned when he had gotten his trunk out. Which was a just in case search through of said trunk, to check over everything that was in it to see if anything in it had gone missing; the paranoia that had been literally trained into him wouldn't let him to anything else.
So, with that in mind, Harry open up his trunk and went inside it; being careful as he did so. Both because the fact that this trunk was one of the older Black family trunks, that like the Library he had been given by his godfather upon his death, and because he knew that it would be rather odd if someone came a crossed such a fancy looking trunk laying open on the middle of the cliff on the outside. Though at the same time he wasn't so worried about the last bit because the trunk in question was rather well protected; against others with magic as well as muggles.
In fact, it was one of the strongest protected, not to mention one of the largest, trunks, Harry could find that belonged to the Black family; and that now belonged to him. Not to mention it had some of the strongest protection geared to keeping everyone else but him from being able to get into said trunk; or even see it some cases. Or at least it was the only one Harry could find without anyone finding out that he had a trunk or that he had been looking for one to begin with.
Which was something that, even with the training he had been given, had been extremely difficult to pull off. It was something that at the time, had taken all Harry's skills to load up and get away to being with without anyone finding out about; mainly because the order tried to never let Harry out of their site for some reason or other.
But in the end, all the time and effort Harry had put in it, seemed to have been utterly worth considering just what he had managed to bring; just what he had managed to pull off. Even if it did take a good year of planning and sneaking around to get everything he wanted done. And even if he did end up really rushing through said plan in the end after finding out the end plan for him.
Not that that mattered now, as he was free. And currently checking out the inside of his trunk. Which was actually made up of seven different compartments, each one at least the size of the great hall in Hogwarts, and each one warded to the max to keep them protected as well as hidden; as anything the Black family owned tended to be. Something which Harry could respect, and often times did copy; not that anyone complained about that. In fact, it had been drilled into him as part of his training.
The first room, and the room you entered as soon as you passed the identification wards that were on the entrance of the trunk, was actually the smallest of the compartments out of the lot and was a rather simple; for the Black family room that is. It was what the Black's considered to be a small bedroom with several bookshelves along the walls, as well as a small fireplace off further in the back of the compartment in question.
This compartment also included a small bathroom that could be found off to on the right side of the bedroom; opposite of the fireplace. It was a place where Harry could go in and relax for once. Where Harry could actually drop the constant guard he had on himself at nearly all times; even if only for a little bit. And if only because he knew that the wards on the trunk wouldn't let anyone but him, and those he had invited, in.
Which consider he had never invited anyone in, meant that it wouldn't let anyone but himself in there. Besides Harry had always loved a good shower and really enjoyed the fact he could at long last relax while having either said shower or even better a nice long hard soak in the bathtub after a hard day's training.
The second compartment, or room, was one of Harry's favorites and was actually one large room that was split into several smaller rooms; seeing as before the spit it was a larger than the great hall had been. This compartment was also the most common used part of Harry's trunk.
One of these room of which was the Kitchen, where Harry could take his mind off things and work of some of his frustrations by cooking. Something that, despite the attempts of everyone around him who always tried to stop him from doing so, was always a rather soothing thing for Harry when he did so. This compartment also held storage for his food, for whatever he had cooked right next to the kitchen; making up the second room of compartment it was part of.
It was a storage that was packed as tightly as it could be and had multiples of everything Harry could think of when it came to cooking. Be it spices, flour, eggs, sugar, butter and everything else that could be used for cooking. And all of which Harry had actually stolen over the years from the Hogwarts's storage system; though usually in smaller does at a time so it wasn't obvious. Then again seeing how much food Hogwarts seemed to waste on a daily basis this wasn't as difficult as Harry had originally feared it would have been.
Though he was rather happy with the fact that all of said food was all under powerful preservation charms. Ones that Harry knew would last for years and keep everything in them as fresh as it could be; which when considering the sheer amount of supplies that there where was a very good thing.
Seeing as even if he cooked himself a feast every night for a good three years, he didn't think he could use all the supplies he had in there. At least not by himself and not without wasting way too much off it. Not to mention if Harry did add anything else to the storage afterwards, those charms would also be added to those things as well; giving them a shelve life of around three years as well. More so if he added his own spells to them as well.
Making this room something Harry was vital considering he didn't know just what type of world he was going to end up in. Or if he would be able to even safely be able to eat or handle to food that was said world; or if there would be any food wherever he had landed on to begin with.
Behind the storage was, the third room, which what could be called an Ice box; acting very similar to a freeze or fridge would in the muggle world. What it held was several premade foods, along with the meats that needed to be kept cold. As well as drinks of all sorts be it Muggle drinks, magical drinks, or the entire storage of the Black family wines and other alcoholic drinks that both the Potter family as well as the Black family had in their storages.
Most of which were known throughout the wizarding world as some of the strongest drinks out there. Something Harry had made sure to pack as from what he had seen alcohol or drinks like them were something that could be traded in all places; as it seemed almost universal. So, it made sense for him to have them. Plus, Harry wanted to see what it was like to drink some of these drinks; even if he wasn't so sure he'd like the loss of control that came with drinking them at the same time.
Not only that but, in between this and the storage room in front of it, Harry had also made sure to pack a good thousand cases of bottle water and several different hundred canned foods. Because one water was extremely important to anyone serval, and two even without preservation charms canned goods usually lasted a long while. Even more so when the preservation charms are added on top of that. Not to mention would look less suspicious then pulling out perfectly healthy-looking hamburger meat if he had landed somewhere like a dessert.
Something that Harry wanted to be prepared for as a just in case. Not to mention the goblins, who helped Harry get everything together in the first place, believed that there really wasn't such a thing as being overly prepared; just like Harry did. So, nothing was really deemed too much when it came to preparing; especially since Harry was paying through the nose to get the goblins help. Meaning that the more they did, the more money Harry was giving them to do it.
Because of this, this ice box, like in the warmer storage, was charmed with several different preservation spells that keep the things as fresh as they could be. Not to mention had, even with the rather large size it already was, a massive expansion charm on it as will.
Making Harry wonder what it was seriously used for before he had decided to using it as an Ice box as the hooks mounted on the wall of it before really didn't inspire much confidence in Harry especially considering just what family the trunk in question had originally been from. Then again it could have been used to store the hunting trophy, both magical and not; and at the same most likely illegal or not.
After the ice box section of this compartment, was the fourth room that was located pretty much right behind the ice box room, and the room that was oddly enough the furthest from the entrance. This was what could be called a dry room. What it was called exactly Harry wasn't a hundred percent positive about.
But it was a room that held everything needed to dry and preserve different types of food. Be it making dried fruits, dried peppers or even make meat into dried jerky; after all there going to be times Harry couldn't show his magic and having some dried food at hand would help with that.
What could Harry say but, constant vengeance, always be prepared, and all that jazz. Something which had been drilled into him repeated whenever he didn't show what Moody deemed proper constant vengeance. And after so many years of those painful lessons it was something that Harry now couldn't do, as he always seemed to think about the worst case scenario and attempt to do his best to prepare for that; even when things seemed to be so hopeful to the others.
This entire compartment, and all its parts, was something Harry himself didn't set up as he really hadn't been able to, what with needing thing from both the muggle and magical world, and the close eye that was being kept on him at that time.
But what he had been able to do was, get the Goblins from Gringotts to help set everything up for him, not only that but also help him actually get everything together as well. Best of all, all he had to promise goblins to keep their silence, both about what they did and what he was doing, was give them all the goblin made weapons and jewelry that were in both the Black and Potter accounts; along with what they were already charging him for their help in the first place.
Which amounted to quite a bit seeing as the items the goblins were getting were from an ancient lord classed families and goblin made things were some of the best things to own; mean both his family owned quite a bit of them.
Paying the Goblin in those items, and the money he had, was something Harry had no problem doing. Mainly because even at that time he was doing so, hadn't been planning to go back to the wizarding world; unless he had absolutely no other choice in doing so. Which would mean that in the long run he really wouldn't be needing any of those items in his account anyways; or for that matter all the sheer amount of gold he had in it either.
Seeing as even Harry knew the more mundane world would become suspicious of him transferring so much gold into cash; especially if he had no excuse as to why he had said gold in the first place.
Beside if Harry didn't give them to the Goblins those items or the large chunky of money that he had, and if he hadn't of had plans for everything else that remained in his vaults, then it was likely that in some way or somehow that Dumbledore would get his hands on them after he was gone.
And that was something that Harry really didn't want to happen, not if he could help it. It was something that he would do his best to not let it happen at all, at least not while he still lived and breathed. Even if he was in another world doing that.
Harry hated that man with every fiber of his being and he didn't want the old goat fucker to get his hands on any of his things. He didn't want the manipulative old goat having anything that would make him even remotely happy, if Harry had his way that crooked old coot would have suffer just as badly as he had made Harry suffer over the years. Sadly, Harry knew that that was possible, so he got as much joy as he could a denying the headmaster the money and power he thought he was going to get from Harry.
Well, besides the thirty pieces of silver he had left for him, and the others that is. Briefly Harry wondered if they would get his message; but at the same time really not caring if they got it or not. After all the silver had been cursed anyway; rather they got his message or not. So, he had been able to get that small measure of revenge; particularly against two of his so-called trainers.
After the second compartment, and under several more wards then the previous two compartments where under, was the third compartment and it was one that was split in half; both sides pretty much equal in size and pretty large themselves. With each side being large enough to hold at least the entire Gryffindor common room in it easily.
One side being a training room, one that was similarly made to the room of requirement, one that had been made by the goblins; for a fee of course. Only unlike the room of requirements Harry's training room could only shift into things that could be used in things that dealt with training or practicing; instead of with everything like the room of requirements could.
Though there wasn't much limitation when it came to just what the room could do with training, at least not one that Harry had found yet; which included swimming, gravity control, high beams for balance, hell Harry had even got it to turn into a large rain forest, so he could train in swinging and jumping through the trees.
So yeah it was only limited to what his imagination had when it came to training. And considering how Harry had always been one to think outside the box, and his training had made it so he could make on the spot plans, there was a lot he could say was in the name of training.
The other half of the third compartment was a reinforced triple warded potions room. It was one of the highest protected parts of his trunk. And considering the damage potions could do, rather they were made correctly or not, there was honestly a reason for that. This side of the third compartment, was fully stocked with different potions he had made over the year; or at least the ones he had managed to make in secret so he could keep them. Unlike the potions he had been forced to make under his so-called training.
All of which were in unbreakable containers; as way to ensure they remained safe. These potions ranged from blood replenisher, skelogrow, burn paste, basic healing potions to even different cleaning potions.
Not only that but this side of the compartment also had any and everything Harry could think of, or buy, to make more potions. This included potion supplies, all under powerful preservation spell to keep them at the freshest they could be at, cauldrons, burners, unbreakable vials for the potions, stirrers, and even things like timers; which would be used for the more difficult time specific potions.
Because potions were something that, despite how much Snape loathed and tried to sabotage his work, Harry was amazingly good at; finding it similar too and as soothing as he did cooking. And not only that but they were also extremely helpful in the long run, even more so then a lot of the magic he had learned over the year.
Though Harry would grudgingly admit, if only to himself, that the only reason he had been able to find this out, or even got good potions to beginning with, was really to spite Snape and the constant snarls he gave Harry for his potion work.
Harry had been determined to prove him wrong and get under the so-called potion master's skin at the same time, one way or another; being really good at potions had let Harry do that. More then most things Harry did for that matter; well besides the change his eyes underwent whenever he was around the Potion master, or any of his trainers for that matter.
The fourth compartment was one that was the most peaceful in regards to all the compartments in said trunk, and one that Harry had added at the suggestion of one of the Goblin's at Gringotts. At the same time, it was this compartment, that to Harry at least, screamed to be the most magical. And it was a compartment Harry hadn't been able to spend nearly as much time as he would have liked in; in fact he had only been able to get into it maybe three times since he had the whole thing set up.
In this compartment it wasn't a room or anything like that. In fact, there was actually a literal farm in it, with what looked like a sky and everything that'd be on a farm to go with it. This farm was filled with growing fruits, vegetables, grain and even several different types of trees; all of which bared either some type of fruit or nut.
It was, to Harry, a scene right out of a picture and made him just relax whenever he had walked into it. Most likely due to the scents that the farm itself carried; not to mention the serene air it gave off.
Best yet because of the runes that were put in place when it was made it was entirely self-sufficient and Harry didn't need to do anything to make it work. Which was a good think considering the lack of time he had before to do so. Though now that he had more free time Harry could see himself working in the compartment more.
Seeing as when it came to this compartment Harry had fully agreed with the goblin when they had first brought up the fact that he could end up somewhere where there wasn't any vegetable growth, or at least any that he knew was good for to eat or not. Like he could end on a desert planet or in some place so foreign then what he was used to that he wouldn't know just what to eat.
And that if he did, he would eventual run out of all the pervious food he had stocked up in. As even with the enormous amount he had wouldn't last forever; even if he rationed it and it was under preservation spells to boot. So, having a source that could grow food would be a must.
More so then ever when Harry conserved the fact with some spell work, he could move the farm out of his trunk if he had to; making so he could expand the farm he currently had if he wanted to. Even if at the moment it seemed plenty large enough to him.
Which were the reasons the Goblins had given Harry why he needed the fourth compartment. Oh, and why he needed to give the Goblins even more money to make sure it was the best it could be; something again Harry really didn't have a problem doing. After all it was for both his survival and freedom.
Not to mention something that Harry learned incredibly quickly was that when it came to said survival, and freedom, there wasn't any amount of money he really wasn't willing to pay to ensure he had them. Even if he knew at the same time the Goblin's where doing as much as they could to drain the largest amount of money the could out of him, while doing as he asked.
In what was supposed to be the fourth compartment, it wasn't only just a large farm, but there an almost barn like building filled with actual seeds and other things needed to grow and keep all the plants growing strong; not to mention keep all the plants as healthy as they could get.
As even if the whole farm could run by itself Harry knew that he would want to work on it himself some time in the future. Not to mention while what was in it now was self-sufficient if he wanted to expand on it then he would need to manually do so. Be it in or out of the compartment in question.
Harry had to admit that now he seemed to have to free time he did feel a rather powerful urge to go grab a book from his first compartment and read under one of the apple trees that were in the fourth compartment. It seemed like it would be rather peaceful and something that should be done at least once; considering just how serene the whole compartment seemed to be.
The next compartment was one that Harry liked the least but at the same time loved it with everything he had. Not only that, but at the same time the fifth compartment was one of the most valuable compartments that he had.
This compartment held a combination of the Potter and Black vault. Well everything besides what he had to pay the goblins for their help that is. So honestly it held about half the pervious Potter and Black family vaults; which was still very impressive on its own. Considering both families where both noble and ancient families; not to mention highly rich on their own.
This included the books that he didn't have in his first compartment, all the gold that he owned, and which currently reached close to millions of Gallons; all now in unmarked gold coins. Made that way by the goblin's themselves as they knew Harry was leaving this world, and that gold usually could be traded for many different things; as it was usually a universal type of currency.
Along with, the money and books, there were also all the weapons that both the Potter and Black family had collected over the many years. Well, all that weren't goblin made weapons that is. All of which were neatly placed along the walls and spelled to be in impeccable condition. Which was one of the reason Harry disliked this compartment so much, those weapons reminded Harry so much of the training he had been forced to undergo. As the headmaster seemed to be determined to make Harry similar to the wizards of all, whom had master both magic as well as weapons. Which was one of the reasons both family vaults Harry now owned had as many weapons as they did. Most of which Harry had been forced to train with in some degree or another.
Weapons that included things such as, katanas, Ninja forearm machete, something which fascinated Harry by the way it attached to the arms and could leave the hand free enough to use a wand if the person wanted. Trench knifes, Machete, which was something Harry rather liked and practiced regularly with. Crossbows, which were another weapon Harry practiced with; in fact, he had been trained by the Centaurs when it came to learning how to use crossbows, as a favor to the Headmaster of course. And rather reluctantly in the case of several different Centaurs.
There was the weapons he had less skill in, or no skills what so ever in, which included this such as axes, sledge hammers, maces, Flails, whips, war hammers, Bos, Kanabo, something Harry literally had to look up information on because the ones he found looked rather terrifying.
What being a five-foot-long club being made of some type of pitch place metal with rows upon rows of silver spikes running down the length of it. It was a heavy deadly weapon that left Harry wide eyed and hoped it was never used on him.
Surprisingly this weapon was from one of the Potter family vaults and not the Black's; something that made Harry raise an eyebrow and wonder if the Potter family was really as light as Dumbledore preached it was. And at the same time shuttering slightly as he imagined someone actually wielding the one in his vault as it looked to be larger and heavier than the ones he had researched on.
The sixth compartment was what Harry called the survival compartment, and by that Harry mean that this compartment held all the things that Harry could possibly need for survival if Harry somehow ended up in a hostile world, or in a place where there was absolutely no civilization and he would need to take care of himself. This was the compartment that Harry went the wildest on.
As Harry's paranoid mind wouldn't let him rest until it felt that it had all the bases it felt needed covered. Wouldn't let him rest as his mind continued to say prepare for the worst, as his luck wouldn't let him have anything else.
This compartment had, numerous different things in it both muggle and magical; or strange combinations of both. Though again, Harry had to rely on the Goblins to get a lot of the muggle items. As well as quite few of the magical considering just how close an eye the order and the headmaster keep on him; considering he had been doing this all under everyone's noses.
Though considering just how warrior like, not to mention the survivalist mentality, that the goblins had Harry really couldn't think of a better group of creatures to get the things he needed; even if it did cost him quite a bit to get it all.
More so then it would have if he had gone to get it himself; still at the same time Harry considered it money well spent. Because he wasn't sure that he would have been able to get all the things that the goblins had; or had thought of all the things they had grabbed as well.
That said what the sixth compartment had was something he knew would get him called insane in most cases; or if not that a dooms day preparer. With the first thing you would see was that the walls were line with different guns; with the bullets, as well as the things to take care of them under them. Why these guns weren't included with the weapons from the vaults in the fifth compartment Harry didn't quite know, but figured they fit in with the rest of the survival gear enough not to really ask. Besides it wasn't like he would get any answers if he did ask that, or any of his other questions he now had.
Like just why the Goblins had decided to get him so many different guns, that all of them wouldn't literally fit in what was left of the room in the weapon room. Something, that has he thought about it, Harry realized that he really didn't want to ask them in the first place; especially when considered the sheer number of bullets that were with all the guns that the Goblins had gotten him.
At the same time Harry could say, that at least with the guns he had some serious threatening power if nothing else. More so then having a blade pointed at some that is, as most people found guns a lot more threatening then a blade. Most likely because of the distance most guns could be used from; unlike most blades.
The other items in the sixth compartment included things such as, several magically size adapting dragons hide armor. Something Harry wanted as he knew there was a chance he would grow larger than he was, something Harry was rather hopeful about, or if not that he could find something that would do serious damage to his armor.
Amor which were charmed with temperature adjusting spells and where charmed to fit the first person who put them on; which considering they were close to full body sized armor was a pretty good thing. Not to mention amour that unlike how most people had it were made specifically in a nonreflective black color that to top it off was charmed to camouflage easily with the area around it.
Not only that but he had a good eight pairs of magical dragon skin size adapting heavy boots; to go along with each of the body armors he had. Boots which were spelled to be the size of whoever wore them first just like the armor had been.
There was also several different set of unsexed sturdy clothes. All suited for different types of weather, having temperature adjusting spells sewn into them, and all of them spelled in such a way that they would adjust in size to whoever was wearing them; though they did this only twice before permanently sticking to the size of the second time.
Harry having asked for unsexed types of clothing like this because he knew that he could get people to underestimate him with clothing like this. Not to mention it was the type of clothing he preferred to use, and the type of clothing that was actually more commonly sold in the mundane areas around Gringotts, so it was easier for him to get.
Next there was, several different pairs of charmed solid elastic strapped eye protecting goggles. Which Harry assumed was there in case of water, sandstorms, snowstorms, or things similar to that. Again, because Harry had no idea where he was going to end up and thought he may end up in a world made primarily of desert or the water world that had been mentioned in the book that had given him this whole idea to begin with.
Next, to go along with said goggles, were what looked to be several different respirators that where charmed work on both land and water. Making it so that the person using it could breathe underwater with it, while at the same time if they were on land it would filter out any airborne poisons or similar things.
Harry could really see how those were important and why it'd be a good idea to have several of them seeing as unlike most things magical, respirators couldn't be charmed to be unbreakable. Which was why there looked to be a good twenty of them; as just in case one broke. As while they were rather heavy duty they were still very much breakable and considering that they could mean the difference between live or death depending on where he had landed; they were certainly something Harry hadn't wanted to need but not have any longer.
Then there were a couple of the more normal things like a couple of water purifiers; both muggle made and the really rare magical made ones that could be found by those wizards who worked in places like Egypt.
Three different magical tents, which when Harry checked each one of them out they looked like there was literally a good five-bedroom house in them; complete with running water, and working gas stoves, to Harry disbelieve. Harry was still sometime finding himself shocked by what magic could do at times.
Next to the tents, was the magical rope that had previously belong to someone from the Back family line. One that had been a thief if Harry had remembered correct, and this rope could reach any length that was needed and could roll bag up to the own when called; it had also been charmed to never unravel, accidently unknot, or be cut. Not to mention it there hadn't been a weight that Harry found it couldn't hold and best yet, in Harry's opinion, it could roll up while you where on it; making it act similar to a lift of sorts as long as you had the other end tied up somewhere.
Along with this rope the goblin had also gotten him some magical flints; one that would light a fire that would burn even through wet wood. Something Harry knew he would have to be really careful with, even if they were extremely helpful at the same time.
As while those flints could be something that could save his life, as fire was one necessary in life, it could also end his life; as fire was death just as much as it was life. Especially considering how easily those flints could make fire with. Not to mention that fire would be harder to put out as it was a magical fueled fire to begin with.
Another thing that the goblin had gotten Harry, and one of the things that Harry was really looking forward to working with, was the night vision goggles that had been added. These were another thing that Harry could see could be helpful and while he knew spells that could do the same as these goggles did but those spells got really draining after a while; unlike the night vision googles which took no magic whatsoever.
Additional along with the spells that mimicked what the night version googles did but got too draining as well if used for long term was the spells that worked like the Binoculars; fortunately, the goblin had gotten him several pairs of those as well. As while both the night goggles and Binoculars may be items most wizard or witches wouldn't bother with they were both something that Harry could most certainly coming in handy. Though how exactly at the moment he wasn't too sure about as currently Harry didn't known much about the world around him.
At the same time as he thought this, Harry couldn't help but noticed that the goblin seemed to buy in bulk and always make sure that Harry had several of the same things; as if they expected Harry to go through them rapidly or something like that. Or more likely they were able to charge Harry more and make more money off of him by making him have several different copies of the same things in the name of preparing for what ever may happen to him.
Not that Harry could complain seeing as he would rather have more than one thing on hand, then depend on a single item, need it and get used to working with it, only for it to break when he needed it the most. So yes, he knew it was to drain him of even more money then they would have been able to otherwise, but Harry liked the fact the goblins had gotten him at least several copies of nearly everything they had gotten him.
Along with those there were a couple of things that left Harry scratching his head wondering why the goblins had gotten it for him, not to mention just how the hell had they heard of them in the first place. These were things like the cooler filled, after cooler filled, of hundreds upon hundreds of energy drinks of all things. Then there was the floor to ceiling box after box of astronaut food or other types of freeze-dried food.
Sure, Harry could see how they could be helpful, if the rare chance all the food he had on him run out, or his farm was suddenly destroyed for some bizarre reason, but really how the hell had the Goblin of all creature even know about astronaut food of all things?
Next would be the walls made of pure toilet paper he had found, and had stared open mothed at in disbelieve the first moment he had seen it. If he hadn't known that the goblins didn't have much of a sense of humor, he would have thought the goblins had added it there as a joke; but at the same time he could see how it'd be needed. Even if he honestly didn't want to think about it at the moment. But hey no poison ivy leaves, or worse, for him.
But still seeing this did remind Harry that he did need to go through all of the things in this compartment As he wasn't exactly sure he knew just everything that was in there, as there had been a lot of things that had been added last minute by the goblins, and he had been in a rush when he had taken it all to the veil in the first place. Meaning he most likely did miss a couple of things that were in there in his hurry to leave.
The finally the last compartment, was a fun compartment. Or at least it was a fun compartment to Harry and was a crafting room. This was one of the few rooms Harry could unleash his creativity.
Something that had been seriously suppressed during his training, as it was something that he could really only do when he was fighting. As his so-called trainers seemed to love this out of the box ideas, and let him us it there; at least most of the time they did. As there were several trainers, like Snape, that really didn't like this out of the box style he had and forced him to fight in a way they liked or knew; most often so they could attack him easier than they would otherwise.
However, that didn't matter to Harry now as he currently had a way to release his creativity that didn't included fighting; even if he would still do that. It was just this last room let Harry do so in a way that wasn't necessarily always about survival but just letting his mind work with what it wanted to; not what it had been forced to do for so long.
When it came to this room it was a place where Harry could take his ideas, be it magical or nonmagical and create things. Be it making new rune projects, attempt to make new wards, create painting or even making music that was what this compartment was for. It was a room made for Harry to purely unwind and release the emotions he usually bottled up.
It was something that let Harry know that he was still in control, that he still had his own free will. Yes, it was a pretty much useless compartment and could be changed to something else if it was absolutely necessary, but it was a compartment made just purely to remind Harry that he had his own freedom now to do what he wanted when he wanted to.
Harry after check through all of these compartments, and then upon seeing that everything was still there; in the same condition it had been when he had first leaped thought the veil. Gave a deep sigh before going to the training room he had, it was time to see if there was anything that he couldn't see that changed about his body, and the best way to do that was put his own body through the paces; with some good old fashion work outs.
Not only that but he could see if the level of his magic changed in anyway as well. After all, yes, he did still have his magic but at the same time he wasn't positive if the amount of magic he had, or the control he had over said magic, had changed in anyway; either shrink or growing after going through the veil.
As from what he had read, now that he thought about it, was one of the changes that could occur; no matter how small that chance may have been. So yes, testing this out was a must; after all he would rather be safe than sorry.
That in mind Harry shut all the other compartments, locked them up and then after putting a powerful notice me not ward on the trunk, entered the third compartment; ready for a couple of hours of good old fashion hard work. Maybe if he did enough, he'd be able to get a bit more sleep then he normally did.
After all, while he could run easily on less the four hours of sleep, getting a little more then that would be blessing to Harry. Something he hoped would happen now that he was away from the wizarding world and the whole reason why he couldn't sleep well to begin with.
Harry once he was in his training room, called for one of the gymnastic suited obstacle course to come up. He really wanted to work on both his free running and on the gymnastic skills that he had; they were the only times he really felt like he was flying anymore. Seeing as his broom had been long since destroyed by Snape, just for sheer spite, and Harry hadn't been allowed to replace it.
Not to mention this type of work out always seemed to exhaust him the fastest and let him sleep a little heavier than he normal would have otherwise. Perhaps because it was a full body work out. As well as a mental challenge as well, as he had to always think ahead to where or how he was going to land after his next jump; at least until it became more instinctual.
Added to that the fact that Harry didn't think he would be able to use a broom in the new world he was in, so he hadn't bothered to get one for the trip; making it so that what he was now doing was truly the closest thing he would get again to flying.
Something that did make Harry a bit upset but in the end he couldn't let himself bring a broom with him, couldn't let himself show that he had magic so openly. Knowing that it could, and most likely would, end up badly if he did so. Which was something that the goblins had agreed with him on. Harry had even heard them muttering about how easily a broom was broken and how stupid it was to trust something so breakable being so high in the air. Something Harry reluctantly agreed with, even if he did love the absolute freedom flying offered him.
Still since free running and his gymnastic were on of the few things that left Harry feeling like he was able to fly, and since flying was one of the few times Harry had felt truly free, they were two of the things he really liked doing during his training.
Not to mention it was what he was going to be using to see if his body had changed any while in the Veil; because even if his body did look exactly the same he wouldn't know for sure unless he tested it. With the same thing being said about the amount of magic he had as well as the amount of control he had over said magic.
Give a slight grin Harry sprang into action leaping from place to place, soaring through the air and flipping around to land on his feet. Before twisting in another direction in a blink of an eye and beginning to move in yet another direction with a simple push of his foot. A small smile slowly making its way on Harry's usually emotionless face as he did so.
Honestly at the moment Harry was having the time of his life and wasn't going to stop any time soon. Even if he had his answers when it concerned his body. After all, pushing his body to its limits was something he did often and was one of the things to guarantee a good night sleep at the end of the day.
Two hours later a sweating and slightly panting Harry slowly moved to a stop, landing on the opposite side of the training room for what must have been the hundredth time. It was time to stop, he knew, had known since a good ten minute in his training in fact, that his body hadn't changed at all and was still in tip top shape.
But now he needed to check on his magical level. Knowing this, and feeling a bit spiteful himself, Harry called on the magical dueling dummies that were in his training room. Before spelling them to look like several very familiar looking people; including both Snape and Dumbledore.
It was time to check his power levels, as well as get some much-needed aggression out; some well-deserved aggression out. That in mind Harry called his magic up, and had it build up in his hands.
As he did this Harry debated bring his wand out and testing it as well; even if he now only really needed his wand for the more powerful time-consuming wards and that was all. Before shrugging slightly; he'd do that at a later date. After all it wasn't like he was on a time limit or anything like that.
The sun had actually already set by the time Harry had finished testing his magic. Well, it had set by the time he had finished blowing of some of the aggravation he was feeling. Harry had figured out his magic level hadn't seemed to really have changed a good hour into the training but had continued curse the hell out of the dummies for the pure therapeutic feeling it was giving him.
Still Harry seeing that the sun had set and knowing now that he really wouldn't be able to explore more about the world around him until the sun had come up, at least not explore safely, went into the fifth compartment and quickly grabbed out one of the tents; might as well make himself look like a camper of some sort.
Then he could see just what kind of world he had ended up in; after a good night's rest. That in mind Harry got out of his trunk, shrunk it back to its fang like size before putting it back on and getting everything set up for the night.