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Harry Janus Potter
Chapter 3
Harry Janus Potter
On April 1, 1992, Harry decided to return to Hogwarts to see if there was a way he could attend now that he actually is ready.
This time, going for the more discreet approach hoping to just get right down to business in the most favorable way, Harry maintained sensor scans on the Headmaster's office until the only people that were present were Professor's Dumbledore and McGonagall.
~there was a bright flash of light~ and ~transporter sound~ and Harry appeared in hologram form in the Headmaster's office.
Startled, Professor McGonagall took a couple steps back after stumbling out of her seat, clutching at her heart.
"Oh my lord, I don't think I will ever get used to that." said Professor McGonagall.
"Hello Mr. Potter. Back so soon? I was under the impression you would not be returning until next term at the soonest and after our last conversation was not sure you would return at all, what has changed?" asked Professor Dumbledore.
"Sorry, ma'am." said Harry. "I didn't mean to startle you. I just always like to appear somewhere first in hologram form to ensure there is no danger to before I arrive in person..." Harry said with a meaningful glance to Dumbledore.
Ahem. "Yes, about last time Mr. Potter. Professor McGonagall had a long talk with me about how I conducted myself at our first meeting and she was most aggrieved by my heavy handed approach in trying to convince you to stay. I have also had some time to think over what you've said and what I saw you able to do that day. Further, I've had a few discussions with some of the more muggle or technology able people in our Ministry so to speak and I've concluded that the things you say you can do with technology are probably true or at least feasible as I've been told by people who claim to know people who know about such things-if you really do have some kind of space ship." said Professor Dumbledore.
"So... with all that said I would like to apologize and re-assure you that no-one at this school will try to force you to stay or anything. We are of course very curious about your very unique circumstances and while I'd like to know all about it. I am sure you will tell us only what you want us to know all in good time. We would of course be happy for you to attend this school if you still wish to, I can only ask and hope that these strange new technology ways you are involved in now do not bring any danger to the other students at the school." concluded Professor Dumbledore.
"Ah yes, but there is a bit more to the story you see Mr. Potter." began Professor McGonagall, while giving the Headmaster a look the clearly said 'you are forgetting something very important'.
"What the Headmaster did not mention is that a great deal of your adventure during your first visit here has made the press in the Daily Prophet. It turns out that a resident gossip columnist who calls herself a journalist, maintains regular contact with certain elements in our school that seem perfectly willing to sell a story for money. So, needless to say...within days of your visit back in March-word of your arrival, indeed your survival-because you had been thought lost...was printed. Of course so was all of the other flamboyant actions of that day, with pensieve memories of certain students turned into photographs for the paper, and well as you can imagine-you have become rather infamous, well for the second time now, in the wizarding world. Congratulations for that by the way." continued Professor McGonagall, sarcastically.
"Since then there has been a running debate among the population as to whether said journalist has finally gone off the deep end and made the entire thing up to cause great sensation. Or-Other ideas range from thinking you are the neatest and coolest new thing since the invention of the wand, to others who think you are a danger to society with whatever ability you seemed to demonstrate that could render a person's magic useless or unavailable. No one is actually certain what happened there. Then lets not forget the whole debacle with Professor Quirell, You-Know-Who...and the manner in which you discovered and dealt with it all. There are those who wish to think what you've demonstrated isn't some fancy new technology at all, rather some worse new dark magic. The opinions run the board; including you making up most of it just to show off. I daresay the Ministry for Magic would like to question you on a number of things. So, are you sure you really want to bring all of this upon yourself?" concluded Professor McGonagall.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil." Harry replied.
"I take it that means you aren't too concerned?" pressed McGonagall.
"Well let's put it this way. If anything should happen to me that would either render me unconscious, cause my life signs to fall to a certain unacceptable level, or am restrained in any way such that I cannot communicate with my ship-then, my ship which maintains an un-blockable transporter lock on me at all times, will beam me directly to my ship's medical bay and automatically activate the emergency medical hologram. So, all I will say is if any of that stuff should happen, don't have a seizure if you see me suddenly disappear."
"As for the political side of all that. I will participate in those parts I want to and ignore the parts I don't." said Harry.
"Alright then Harry. Since you are back I assume you want to attend Hogwarts. You implied that you thought you could test out of your first year materials. Just how advanced are you in magic and your education and if I may ask, who taught you?" asked Professor Dumbledore.
"I will answer some of your questions if you give me an unbreakable vow of secrecy not to reveal what I tell you in any way unless I give you my permission to do so." replied Harry.
"Is that really necessary Mr. Potter? That is an extreme thing to ask someone to do? You do know how serious that is don't you?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"I do ma'am. I understand that if a person breaks the vow they will die. How about this instead. You can swear me the same secrecy but on your magic instead of your life. Is that more reasonable?" said Harry.
"That is a little better Mr. Potter. I will accept on those terms." said Professor Dumbledore.
"I suppose I will as well then." sighed, Professor McGonagall.
They oaths were given and Harry began.
"First what I want to do is to attend Hogwarts as a student but, only auditing all the classes-not formally required to do all the work or attend all the classes. I will take the exams with my classmates, including OWLS and NEWTS in their time, or I can test out of them early, whichever is most convenient for both parties. I will need to have special dispensation to come and go from Hogwarts as I see fit, as I have other duties to attend to regarding my home and operation in space. And you must waive the in loco parentis thing because, I consider myself fully emancipated in accordance with the laws of my new off-world colony. If you wish to make that official with your government that would be nice, but in this matter it is only what I believe that actually matters-they have no hold on me. I am no one's property and that includes the State." said Harry.
"And the reason I do not need the formal education and could test out of the entire curriculum today if I wanted to is because when I was nine years old I absorbed all the memories, knowledge, and skills of Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort. This occurred when I died briefly at the hands of my Uncle Vernon who beat me and then drowned me in the bath tub. Unbeknownst to everyone including myself, apparently my old curse scar from the night he murdered my parents contained a Horcrux or a portion of his soul. One that he didn't intend to make, or rather he did intend to make it but did not intend it to go in me. He expected me to die and he would've put that Horcrux into his snake Nagini. You know what happened instead and so there you have it. Apparently when I died, Riddle's soul passed on instead of me and I was permitted to return to life. When I did so, I acquired all his knowledge. At that point I set myself free from the Dursley's asylum and as you can see have had a number of great adventures, acquired even more knowledge and assets and can take care of myself." concluded Harry.
"I don't even know where to begin with your requests or that story Mr. Potter." said Professor Dumbledore.
Professor McGonagall was giving murderous looks to Dumbledore and shaking his finger at him. Silently reminding him that she told him the Dursley's were no damned good.
"If what you say happened then it is theoretically possible this memory transference could have happened the way you said it did. But, there have been no other recorded cases of this so we just don't know. I would be, 'must say that I am, concerned whether or not during this process if Tom Riddle's darkness and predilection for evil has also been transferred to you or tainted you in some other way?" asked Professor Dumbledore.
"No, I don't believe it has Professor. Besides the idea that it could have even done so is in itself merely an assumption, a guess. I know of no way to prove it either way, do you?" replied Harry.
"The only thing I could think of would be Legilimency, but that wouldn't actually be proof because a sufficiently skilled Occlumens can make even the most skilled Legilimens see what they want them to see. So, the only practical thing I can think of is to accept your request to attend Hogwarts and keep a close eye on you as you grow up. Will that abide with you? We can check up on you from time to time to satisfy ourselves that Riddle hasn't tainted you toward the darkness?" asked Professor Dumbledore.
"That would be fine so long as you understand that I will probably always keep certain things secret. My work in space and my personal life in general is an entirely different matter and my own business unless or until I invite others to become involved. I take it you will agree to all the conditions I laid out then?" asked Harry.
Sigh, exclaimed Dumbledore. "Initially I was thinking of pressing you back on certain things because what you ask is rather unorthodox. But, it might all be for the best if you are as trained as you say. This way if there is a problem you do not need to be in any given class at any given time and it won't raise as many questions if you need to leave on account of it." replied Professor Dumbledore.
"First though, I would like you to allow myself and Professor McGonagall to give you a quick quiz of certain knowledge and certain practical demonstrations of magic at the 7th year level to prove to us you can do as you say." concluded Professor Dumbledore.
"That seems fair to me sir." replied Harry. Then the Professors spent the next hour quizzing him on knowledge across the range of primary subjects and had him demonstrate spell work to show he could do it. All of this was successful. He surpassed their expectations, even with accepting he was telling the truth. Just one thing really stuck out though.
"Well Mr. Potter you do seem to have the abilities you said you do. One question remains. Where is your wand?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"Oh, I do not need a wand Professor." replied Harry.
"...don't need...well, I...Albus?" stuttered Professor McGonagall.
"Tom was proficient in wandless magic as well Minerva, perhaps this is just another consequence of the circumstances. Harry would you care to elaborate?" asked Professor Dumbledore.
"Let's go with your answer sir. I think it fits quite nicely." answered Harry.
"There's more to it though, isn't there?" continued Professor Dumbledore.
"A bit. Basically, and this is covered by your vow of secrecy as well. When all this happened when I was nine I sort of merged with my magical core and released pure unfettered access to my magic. I can probably perform feats of magic that none of you have even imagined. I don't know if you want to call it an accident or quirk of fate. But, besides the whole Riddle thing, I have become extremely powerful and extremely attuned to my magic, or perhaps better to say magic in general." answered Harry.
"I see." replied Professor Dumbledore.
"The power he knows not..." Dumbledore mumbled.
"What was that sir?" asked Harry.
"Oh, I was referring to a line in a prophecy that was made about you before you were born. It goes like this..." and Dumbledore recited the prophecy to Harry.
"Oh, right. Riddle knew the first part of it. Well, there is nothing to worry about anymore. I have already rounded up all of his Horcrux's destroyed them, then destroyed his spirit that I had captured on my ship. He is gone for good. So, I guess you can say the power he knows not and I have done our job, fulfilled our destiny as it were." replied Harry.
"Indeed? That is astounding news. I had thought to work with you sometime in the future after you had grown some to work on putting an end to him. I guess you really are that advanced. Amazing. Well, with that bit of news. I say, welcome to Hogwarts Harry. Why don't we sort you into a House at the evening meal tonight and you can begin to attend right away? You can come visit me some time after you settle in and tell me the tale of his Horcrux's, I would be curious to know what they were and how you destroyed them." gushed Professor Dumbledore.
"Sure. That will be fine. I will go gather a few things I will need and return this evening for the meal." said Harry.
"Oh... Before I go there is one more thing I need to tell you so that you can hopefully correct a miscarriage of justice. My godfather Sirius Black is innocent of the crimes you put him into Azkaban for, well...at least the secret keeper part. Voldemort didn't have memories of what happened after obviously. But, Peter Pettigrew was a Death Eater spy working within your Order of the Phoenix and he was in fact the secret keeper for my parents. Given that, I doubt the veracity of the rest of the claims against Sirius in regard to his confrontation with Pettigrew. If anything, it would have gone the other way around. Pettigrew is after all a rat animagus and could have easily escaped the scene unnoticed." said Harry.
"Oh my goodness. Are you sure?" asked Professor Dumbledore.
"Yes, this was knowledge Riddle himself knew, thanks directly to Pettigrew. Obviously I can't testify to his memories. But, I have it on good authority that he was sent to Azkaban without ever having a trial. Perhaps you could use your power as the Chief Warlock to order a trial to be held. It is after all about a decade overdue. Then you can question him under Veritaserum in open court and have all the proof you need."
"I will make the appropriate inquiries and look into this matter immediately." promised Professor Dumbledore.
"Thank you." said Harry, as he disappeared in a ~bright flash of light~.
...
That evening at Hogwarts before the start of the evening meal.
Dumbledore stood up before dinner to make an announcement.
"Before we begin our evening meal I have a special announcement to make." began Dumbledore.
"You will all of course remember the spectacular entrance Harry Potter made on his return to the wizarding world here in this very hall in early March. It is my pleasure to announce that young Mr. Potter has returned from his other business and will now be taking up a position as a student of Hogwarts." continued Dumbledore.
The room broke out in a buzz of whispers and side-bar conversations.
"Alright now, settle down. Let me get this information out so that you can begin your meal." continued Dumbledore.
"Harry has been home-schooled in magic from an earlier age and hence will attend Hogwarts not as an ordinary student but will only audit all of the classes. As such he is not formally required to do all the work or attend all the classes. He is attending at his pleasure in order to advance any areas he wishes to experience in a class-room setting. Furthermore, due to Mr. Potter's rather unique... uhm,... home circumstances. Ahem... He will have dispensation to come and go from Hogwarts as he sees fit so that he may attend to other duties he has outside of the school. Furthermore, if it hasn't been made obvious yet, while Mr. Potter is still young, just going on 12 years old-he is now a fully emancipated minor." continued Dumbledore.
The noise level in the room spiked again, louder than before with a number of incredulous guffaws at that last bit of news.
"Quiet!" said Dumbledore.
"Finally, please understand that normally I would not stand here and give out so much personal information about any one student but as Mr. Potter's circumstances and the conditions under which he will be attending Hogwarts are so different than the rest of you I felt it pertinent that you understand. Please do not pester Harry with question after question about his life. If he wants to discuss any of that with you he will. Thank you. Now Professor McGonagall if you would please do the honors and sort Mr. Potter into a house." concluded Dumbledore.
Harry made his way to the center of the Great Hall where Professor McGonagall waited near a stool with the sorting hat.
The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him. Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited. [SS7]
"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Interesting. Very interesting."
"What is interesting?" Harry replied in his thoughts.
"Well Mr. Potter, if that is who you are. You see, I cannot see into your mind at all. It is as if you are not there or rather that there is no one there at all. How can I sort you into a house if I cannot see into your mind?" said the Hat.
"Well Mr. Hat, I will not let anyone see into my mind. It is after all, my mind you see. Private and all that." replied Harry in his thoughts.
"Then how will I sort you?" replied the Hat.
"I don't care, sort me into whatever house you want." answered Harry in his thoughts.
"Well, I know that the old man would like you to end up in Gryffindor house." replied the Hat.
"Splendid, put me in Gryffindor house then, by all means let's make the old man happy, I assume you refer to Professor Dumbledore?" replied Harry in his thoughts.
"Okay, I can't wait to get this over with...GRYFFINDOR!" the Hat shouted to the hall.
...
With only two months remaining until the end of term, Harry barely had a chance to get to know very many people. However, he made a point to meet and get to know all the muggle-born or even half-blood in his age-group who had half a mind what technology was-in order to befriend them and make his own clique.
The Slytherin's gave Harry a wide berth after the display he put on the first time he came to Hogwarts. Him having actually exposed and captured the spirit of Lord Voldemort no less. They didn't know what to think except that they were staying out of this kids way. There was one incident with the blonde ponce Draco Malfoy and his goon squad but, all that resulted in was the boy wetting his pants again and crying 'wait until my father here's about this' 'blah blah blah' as he normally does. It became easy enough for Harry to tune him out.
Harry's encounters with Snape were rather muted since the first day when Harry was able to answer all his questions and did not respond to being goaded or baited. Harry for his part rebuffed Snapes' attempt at Legilimency with Snape not even able to find an edge to the boy's mind much less a door. Harry returned the favor, effortlessly slipping through his defenses and telepathically warning him not to try to attack his mind again or he would leave him in a coma for the insult. After that Snape never even addressed him again unless Harry started the conversation. This was not the spawn of Potter that he was expecting.
The only two groups he made friends with was a study group that his house-mate Hermione Granger invited him to join, which beside the two of them included a group of Ravenclaw's in their year such as Terry Boot, Sue Li, Lisa Turpin, Padma Patil, and through her Parvati since she was Padma's twin and one of Hermione's dorm mates. Hermione told Harry that she acclimated more to these other kids from Ravenclaw over the year because they were most interested in studying and gaining knowledge the same as she is; as opposed to most of Gryffindor which didn't seem to care at all about school work and teased her about her work ethic endlessly. She also mentioned that she was somewhat friends with Neville Longbottom because both he and she get bullied sometimes by other Gryffindor's or some of the stuck-up purebloods in the school like Malfoy. So they sometimes need to stick up for each other. Harry told her that he doesn't like bullies and that she could always come to him if anyone is giving her that kind of trouble and that he would keep a look out to watch her back when he could.
Harry shared with Hermione his personal quest to befriend as many muggle-born and half-blood students who were at least somewhat attuned to their muggle-side, as possible. Therefore, she introduced him to several people like that which she knew in their year, a few of which she knew shared her love of muggle sci-fi. So, Harry began to form another clique of his own that included Hermione again, as well as Justin Finch-Fletchley and Kevin Entwhistle, both muggle-borns; and Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan, and Hannah Abbot, all half-bloods. His connection to the muggle-borns and half-bloods was his willingness to somewhat openly discuss a portion of his technology and his life in space with them-and for their part their sincere interest in it. Although he did not share any big strategic secrets with them yet, like the fact that he is in possession of the lost city of Atlantis or any of that. He's kept it somewhat mysterious to this point. But for what it was worth, they could relate to him and he to them in regard for the role of technology in ones life and the interesting things you could do with it.
Predictably, once Harry's return and enrollment in Hogwarts was announced and Professor Dumbledore having been Harry's magical guardian filed the correct paperwork to emancipate him-the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge made a show of coming to Hogwarts to visit Harry and ask him some questions before putting his stamp of approval on said documents. A cunning politician knows when a discretionary favor is being asked of him of course, and when to leverage it.
...
So, one evening after dinner, the Headmaster summoned Harry to his office.
"You asked for me sir?" said Harry, as he arrived at the office.
"Yes. Mr. Potter, I am sorry to say that our esteemed Minister for Magic has decided that he must come here and speak to you himself before he will sign off on the emancipation papers that I submitted." said Professor Dumbledore.
"Oh. Okay. When is that going to happen?" asked Harry.
"He will be here in about 10 minutes." answered Dumbledore.
"Ah. Well, what can you tell me about him before he gets here? Am I going to have to start packing my bags or is this guy going to be reasonable?" asked Harry.
Professor Dumbledore grimaced and gave Harry a crash course on the personality and quirks of one Cornelius Fudge.
Professor McGonagall arrived announcing the arrival of the Minister for Magic and his retinue which consisted of two Aurors for his personal security, John Dawlish and Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"Hello Minister. I take it you had a comfortable journey from your office?" greeted Dumbledore, trying to sound like he gave a single damn about the Minister's personal comfort.
"Yes, yes. All is well Dumbledore. Ah, there he is. Young Mr. Potter. Hello dear boy, I am Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic. You gave us all quite a turn disappearing like that." began Fudge.
Dumbledore waved his wand and conjured some comfortable chairs. "Why don't we all sit down and get comfortable for this discussion. Minerva, care to join us?" asked Dumbledore.
"Don't mind if I do Albus." replied Minerva, privately thinking that this ought to be interesting.
Before Fudge sat down, Harry introduced himself and shook the Minister's hand as well as his two Aurors accompanying him.
"Hello Minister Fudge, it is nice to meet you. You too Mr. Dawlish and Mr. Shacklebolt." began Harry.
As Harry sat down he continued, "Professor Dumbledore tells me that you have some questions for me before you will sign off on my emancipation papers?"
"Yes, well. Straight to the heart of the matter then. Certainly. You must understand how unusual all of this is. We of course followed your news since your first arrival and the shall we say unusual displays of magic and what you claimed is technology. Your discovery and dealing with the spirit of You-Know-Who trying to come back was extraordinary and we thank you for that naturally. That whole thing shocked all of us. We'd thought he was long ago dead for sure. But, there are so many questions. From where have you been since you were nine? Who has been taking care of you? What have you been doing? How have you come into all of this unusual magical knowledge and if it is to be believed, technology and space ships? The latter we wholeheartedly do not believe. You must understand how incredulous this sounds to everyone?-and finally how does all of this add up to your belief that you should be emancipated at your age?" said Fudge.
"Hmm. Where to start?" began Harry.
"Well, I explained much of this to Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall already under a magical vow of secrecy. But I assume that a man in your position would never concede to such a thing. Unless I'm wrong about that I will not be able to answer most of your questions. Where I've gone, what I have been doing, what I plan to do with my future-are all secrets of my own. My own personal business. But before I go on, what is your answer about a magical vow of secrecy?" continued Harry.
"That is absurd Mr. Potter. Of course I will give no such vow. You must answer my questions. I am the Minister for Magic. I can have you brought in for official questioning you know? Just for the unusual and some allege dark uses of magic that you've already displayed." answered Fudge.
"I see." said Harry as he leaned forward to look into Fudge's eyes. "Did you bring the emancipation paperwork with you?" asked Harry.
"I did." Fudge answered, as he instinctively reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved said papers.
Then Harry, pouring some of his ascended power into his telepathy... looked deep into Fudge's eyes and said "Minister, I thank you for your concern for my well being. But I assure you that I am fine and well taken care of. Everything will be fine. Please just sign the papers." said Harry.
Then Minister Fudge signed the papers approving Harry's emancipation, made to get up and said "Well then, that is that. If that is all? I have a busy day tomorrow, I should be going."
Standing up, he concluded: "Thank you for meeting with me Mr. Potter, it was nice to meet you and welcome back to the wizarding world. Come Dawlish, Shacklebolt. Dumbledore, Minerva... a pleasure as always." as he left the office, with his Aurors following him.
After the group left the office, Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall regained their wits and Dumbledore said, "Mr. Potter-what was that? I thought he was on the verge of arresting you and he suddenly changed heart and happily signed your papers and left on your merry way. Did you use some kind of Imperious curse on him?" asked Dumbledore sounding more incredulous with every word.
"Not at all. I simply answered his questions truthfully and asked him nicely. Some say that I have a powerful personality though. So maybe that is what swayed him." answered Harry.
"I'm not going to regret having you attend school here am I Mr. Potter?" asked Professor Dumbledore.
"I shouldn't see why. If you doubt me, you should go check him for spells or other magic. I assure you, I used no magic on him." said Harry.
"Hmm. I can't say that I get it at all. But frankly if getting Fudge to do what he ought to have done in the first place is the worst you ever do, I don't have a problem with it. But I will be keeping a sharper eye on you." replied Dumbledore.
Sigh, exhaled Harry. "Okay, whatever makes you happy."
"You are dismissed Harry." concluded Dumbledore.
"Thank you. Good night professors." said Harry, as he left the office.
...
"What was that Albus?" asked McGonagall.
"I don't know Minerva, I don't know. There is something very strange about that boy in addition to what he told us. I have little doubt that he was truthful about his use of magic. I don't think he would've bluffed that knowing how easily I could have checked. There is something else. We need to keep a sharp eye and ear out for what he's doing in the school." replied Dumbledore.
"Very well. I agree." answered McGonagall.
"I'm just glad it didn't come out in the conversation that I am, or was, his magical guardian. I was sure we would get to that at some point since only a guardian can sign and submit those papers for approval. But, we skipped right passed any detailed discussion of the request itself. I am sure that someday Harry is going to learn of my responsibility of placing him with the Dursley's and I don't look forward to that confrontation." continued Dumbledore.
"Well, I told you not to trust them Albus. I am partially to blame myself for allowing you to do it. I am with you on hoping he never bothers to inquire about that. Or perhaps somehow he already knows and moved on passed that a long time ago?" replied McGonagall.
"Well, who knows. Let's hope we don't ever have to find out." concluded Dumbledore.
...
Prior to everyone going home for the year, Hermione asked Harry:
"Where do you go home to now that you don't need to go to your relatives anymore?" asked Hermione.
"Oh, I live in a special space station for lack of a better word that I keep cloaked and in very high orbit of Earth." answered Harry.
"Really? I thought you just had your space ship, the Battleship Destiny?" continued Hermione.
"Oh, and by the way I have been meaning to ask you, why did you name your Battleship 'Destiny' anyway?" continued Hermione.
"Actually I didn't name the ship, but I will save that story for another time perhaps. As for the rest well, there is a lot I haven't wanted to tell anyone yet. I am hoping to develop a certain circle of trusted muggle-connected magical friends that I can begin to share more of this with. But, you know...I'm still just getting to know everyone. Basically I usually keep Destiny docked on the space station unless I need it to go somewhere and I feel like leaving the station behind." replied Harry.
"Oh, it's okay. You've only known me about two months now. It's too bad you didn't start the school year with us, we would probably be best friends by now." replied Hermione.
"Probably. But, really you are my best friend at Hogwarts so far Hermione. I know I haven't been here that long but, if it weren't for you I wouldn't have made half the new friends I have so far." replied Harry.
"Thank you Harry. That's nice of you to say. Why don't you stop by my house some time this summer for a visit? We have a pool and you can come over and we can have a picnic and go swimming or something?" asked Hermione.
"Okay, that sounds like fun. Any particular day this summer you think is good for you? Or just any time?" asked Harry.
"Well, any time except the last week of June through the second week of July. Our family will be on vacation out of the country then. But anytime before then or after then is fine. Here is my address and phone number." said Hermione.
"Thanks. Well turnabout is fair play." replied Harry, and he removed his communicator arm band and gave it to her.
"I don't have a phone as such, but you can call me on this. This is one of my sub-space communicators. You can essentially use it like a phone to call me. Of course this can reach me across the space of several galaxies." Harry said with a grin.
"You'll have to wait until I get back to my space station in a little while to get another one and link it to this one before you can use it. But, here... let me show you how to work it. You can talk to it verbally like this, kind of like a muggle walkie-talkie. Or, believe it or not if you wear it on your arm the way you saw me doing, it will form a neural link with your mind and you can effectively mentally command the communicator and speak telepathically through it to me." continued Harry.
"Oh my. You are giving me one of your gadgets?" asked Hermione.
"Are you sure? I don't want to break it." continued Hermione.
"Don't worry about it. I have thousands of these available to me and I can easily make many thousands more. Plus they are much more difficult to break than you might think." replied Harry.
"Here, let me see it a second. I will set it up for you so that it recognizes who you are when you're wearing it and then it will be addressable for you personally..." continued Harry.
"There you go." concluded Harry.
"Thank you Harry. Well I'd better get finished packing. I will see you tomorrow for the train ride back to Kings Cross. You are going to take the train aren't you?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, I am. I want to do it just for fun you know? Like I said I am here mostly for the experience and a chance to grow up and get to know other kids my age. If I don't do things like this even though I really don't need to, I will miss out, you know?" said Harry.
"I know what you mean. I think it's great. Well Goodnight." said Hermione.
"G'night." answered Harry.
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