Harry spun around and his eyes widened.
"Who are you?" He asked the glowing figure.
"My chosen designation is Morgana. I am an ancilla that was created to assist you with your mission." Morgana replied.
"Ancilla? Is that like an Artificial Intelligence?" Harry inquired.
"From the information in my memory banks, I as similar to your so called "Smart AIs, but more advanced. I am based off of Forerunner technology. I have the knowledge of the best UNSC AI and I also have a repository of knowledge on magic. I won't do your schoolwork for you but I can provide reference and advice in most circumstances." Morgana replied with a smirk.
Harry quirked an eyebrow, Smart AIs could be a bit quirky. Auntie Dot was a 'dumb' AI, so she was direct and to the point, per her programming. This one would be interesting to work with.
"First off, what is my mission as you understand it?" Harry asked.
"The destruction of the self styled "Dark Lord" Voldemort, aka Tom Marvolo Riddle and his entire organization. Beyond that, there is no defined mission parameters." Morgana replied.
Harry nodded. "Do you have any idea if I am the only one who has been reborn?" He inquired.
Morgana paused for a moment. "That is unknown. Though the likeliest options would be the other members of NOBLE team due to your close proximity at the end of your lives. Though NOBLE-3 did survive through the end of the Human-Covenant War and was one of the lead recruiters and trainers of the SPARTAN-IV Program." She replied.
"SPARTAN-IV? They kidnapped more children?" Harry asked, anger rising at the thought of more children going through what he and his brothers and sisters had to go through.
"No. The true origins of the SPARTAN-II and SPARTAN-III programs came to light. As such the latest generation of SPARTANS are volunteers from Army and Marine Corp Special Operations units. The augmentation process is also more refined. The risks to the participants were greatly minimized." Morgana replied.
Harry nodded as he calmed down, glad that children were no longer being used by the UNSC the way he was.
"Is there anything that I can pack my armor in that will shrink down?" Harry asked as he moved to begin removing the armor from its stand.
"Yes. All of the equipment cases will shrink down when you tap you wand on them as you do with enchanted trucks." Morgana replied.
"Convenient. Now, how will I use my armor? I am lacking the augmentations I previously had." Harry said.
Lights came up over a medical bed with several robotic arms around it.
"The bed will give you augmentations on par with the SPARTAN-IVs and will also use magic to restore your body to prime condition." Morgana explained. "When you are ready, disrobe and lay down. I will begin the process."
Harry nodded. He finished packing away his armor, straining from the weight of the torso pieces, before moving over to the bed and striping down.
Laying on the bed, he closed his eyes as the arms began to move.
Harry awoke with a start. Groaning he sat up and looked himself over.
"How long was I out?" He asked.
"Several hours. Before you ask, a time dilation field went up when you entered the vault. It has only been a few moments since you entered the vault on the outside." Morgana replied.
"How long will the field stay up?" Harry asked as he slid off the table, stumbling slightly due to his increased height and muscle mass.
"It will hold for another twenty four hours of field time. Enough for you to regain your coordination." She said.
Harry nodded as he began to stretch out before moving into hand to hand forms.
Over the next few hours his movements began to firm up and become more precise.
'Must be the magic that is helping to get me back into fighting form so quickly. But then I did have this strength and these reflexes for years. At least I don't have Mendez and Ambrose breathing down my neck here.' He thought as he finished his workout.
Looking around the vault, he noticed other armor stands in the room. Looking them over he saw the armors of the other members of NOBLE that had died on Reach, whole and unblemished. Even NOBLE-2's armour had the complete right arm, which she had lost in the battle that had killed Thom, the previous NOBLE-6.
Harry moved to a shower area and quickly cleaned himself from his exertions. Looking the small mirror over the sink, he noticed that he still had his brilliant green eyes, rather than the blue his eyes had become after the augmentations in his original life.
'Must have fixed whatever did that in the new augmentations.' He thought as he dried off and dressed in a pair of black utility pants and grey t-shirt with the UNSC emblem on the chest.
Moving to a small kitchenette, he pulled out a few ration packs and ate quickly.
Once he was finished, he quickly packed a few more pairs of utilities and shirts before grabbing weapons cases and began to load up the weapons and magazines from the walls.
Pistols, rifles, shotguns, grenades, rocket launchers, and a chain gun found their way into cases that were shrunk and packed away into his school trunk.
"Morgana. Will you be able to travel with me or are you tied to this vault?" He asked the AI.
"I can download myself into a memory matrix that can be inserted into the back of your helmet. There is also a portable terminal that you can use when you are not wearing your armour." Morgana replied, gesturing to a small unobtrusive box on a table.
Harry picked up the device and noted that it wasn't much bigger than a small notepad in size and could be clipped onto his belt. There was also a small earpiece next to it. Picking them up and inserting the earpiece, he walked over to the plinth where Morgana's avatar stood.
"Are you ready?" He asked.
Morgana nodded and her avatar blinked out. A glowing chip was ejected from the plinth. Harry removed the chip and inserted it into the box before clipping it on.
"All systems nominal. I have been uploaded successfully." Came Morgana's voice in his ear.
"Good. How long until the field collapses?" He asked.
"Ten hours." Morgana replied.
"Wake me when it is about to come down." Harry said as he moved towards a military cot and lay down to rest.
"Harry, the field will collapse in ten minutes." Came Morgana's voice, rousing Harry from his slumber.
"Thank you Morgana." Harry replied as he sat up and swung around to put on his boots. Standing, he moved to his trunk and shrunk it before pocketing it. Moving to the wall, he grabbed a combat knife and strapped it to his leg. Throwing on his cloak, he moved to the exit of the vault as the field began to collapse.
Once the field was down, he stepped out, the goblin who had escorted him to the vaults looking at him with wide eyes.
"A time dilation field? Amazing." The goblin said, getting a nod from Harry.
A quick stop at his trust vault to gather some funds to get new robes and to have converted into sterling, and Harry was exiting the bank with a wallet full of cash and a bag of gold, silver and bronze.
His first stop was Madam Malkins for new robes which were quickly completed and stowed away. Then he stopped by Flourish and Blotts to gather as many defensive and offensive spell books as he could. Walking out with two dozen titles, he headed to the apothecary.
Topping off his potions kit and purchasing a few premade medical potions he made a quick stop at the Menagerie to get Hedwig some owl treats.
Finally, as the sun began to set, he enter Ollivanders.
"Hello Mr. Potter. I was not expecting to see you so soon." The wand maker said from behind the counter.
"Mr. Ollivander." Harry replied with a nod. "I find myself in need of a wand holster and if possible, a backup wand." He said.
"A holster is doable. A second wand however, that is a bit of a sticky proposition." Ollivander replied. "Normally only Aurors and Hit Wizards are permitted to have more than one wand due to the nature of their work." He explained.
Harry nodded.
"I will just take the holster then. I don't want to cause you any undo stress because of the Ministry. After all, if they put you out of business, where would everyone go to get a wand?" He replied, smirking at the wand maker, eliciting a chuckle from the old man.
"As I said when you first entered my shop all those years ago, you will do great things." Ollivander said as he passed the holster over to Harry.
Strapping it to his forearm, he slid his wand home and practiced drawing it a few times until he was satisfied.
Passing over several gold coins, he looked Ollivander in the eyes.
"I trust I will have discretion that I was here? So far no one has recognized me during my shopping. Mostly due to my scar having finally been healed and my new stature." Harry said.
Ollivander nodded. "I understand clearly Mr. Potter. I do hope whatever it was that accomplished this change was without consequence though." He said.
Harry smirked. "It wasn't anything that I couldn't handle." He replied before bidding the shopkeeper goodbye.
Harry then moved quickly in to the mundane world. He was able to find a hotel that didn't ask to many questions or require identification and registered under the name Harry Noble.
After locking the door, he quickly showered and ordered some cheap delivery. Eating it once it arrived he watched the mundane news.
While the wizarding news was displaying that things were calm, the mundane news was filled with reports of strange deaths and an above average number of gas explosions. It was clear that the Ministry had its hand in keeping things from reaching the masses.
Turning off the television and checking that his door was locked, Harry settled down in the chair in the corner of the room and propped his booted feet onto the table, a suppressed M6 PDW in his lap, before going to sleep.