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Harry stared at the collection of books that he was going to be using for the school year and looked to Varix in horror. "Why do I have to read them now?"

Varix plopped into the bed she's summoned for him and stashed in Ron's room. "Because it'd be best for you to know stuff ahead of time. I did it a lot so I could skip the classes that were useless." She was grinning, staring off into space. Her head snapped back to him though and she looked serious, "Not that you should skip class or anything! Don't follow my bad examples!"

"But… I won't remember any of it," Harry mumbled, refusing to look at her.

"Huh?"

"I can't remember the stuff I read. Hermione had to help me study because I had a hard time. She had to read things to me, because my reading doesn't help."

Varix chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. "A more hands on and auditory learner then. Okay. I suppose we could sharpen your retention and understanding skills. If you wish for better retention and understanding, you'll be able to process things better. If you want something like an eidetic memory you'll-"

"What's that?" he interrupted, having never heard the term before.

"Uh… photographic memory?"

"Oh!"

"Now, if you want an advanced version of that, called Hyperthymesia, we'd have to work on your mental capacity. You don't just go from not understanding anything to suddenly getting it all. You'll get horrible migraines from that. So start small with the retention and understanding and we'll go from there."

"What's hyperthi- hypetha- that big word you used?" Harry asked, embarrassed when he could remember it.

"Human Muggles have determined that when you can remember everything in vivid detail, meaning sounds, words, scenes, things like that, it is called Hyperthymesia. It mean excessive remembering. The highest form of long term memory. A blessing and a burden."

"How do you remember all this?"

"I have an autobiographical memory. Semantic. I remember all knowledge and facts that I learn. Some stuff I tried to forget, but that didn't work out too well for me. I gave up years ago," she shrugged. "But it allows me to help you, so it can't be all that bad!"

Harry had to think about it. He was sure that he didn't want to remember every day of his life in vivid detail. That sounded annoying. Like, the moment something reminded him of his past and he wouldn't be able to stop remembering what happened? No thanks!

As for the semantic memory thing, that one sounded nice. He'd like to be able to not bother Hermione for help all the time. She had things to do and still found time to help him all because he was so pathetic he couldn't do it on his own.

"I wish my retention and understanding were extremely sharp."

Varix smiled and snapped her fingers.

Harry's head tingled a bit. He shook himself off.

"Now get to steppin' kid!"

Ron was a little put out that Harry had to go somewhere without him, but Harry quickly remedied that by telling him to take the Nimbus 2000 out for the time. The redhead was fine after that.

"Where are we going?"

"To visit your ancestor's home. Touch your Potter Ring and say Potter Manor and you will be taken there. Call my name when you reach it and I will appear."

Harry shrugged and placed a finger on the ring's face. "Potter Manor."

It was worse than the Flooing from the other day! His body was being yanked somewhere. Not back or forward. More like inward. Like someone attached a hook to his navel and was trying to pull all of him inward. And then he was spinning and he found himself roughly deposited on the ground, no surprise there.

He rolled over and pushed himself to his feet. That was horrible. Was every form of magical travel so bad?

He remember Varix and called her name. She popped beside him a second later.

"Nice digs," she said looking at something behind him.

Harry whirled around to find a very large house behind a big, black gate. The gate was wrought-iron and there was Ivy growing up the individual spokes, all along the perimeter. Quite a ways from the gates was a long driveway leading up to the front of the beautiful house.

There were double doors with large silver engravings that covered the black of the doors. The entire building except for the roof, was made of grey stone that glistened in the sunlight. There were high windows on every floor- all seven of them. The windows arched in a gothic style. There was a tower on the far, right side of the manor, with one window. On the left side, a large building made mostly of iron lining and wide windows was only connected to the manor by a small chunk of bricks.

"Wow, it even has a conservatory," Varix commented.

"Huh?"

"Greenhouse, sorry."

"Oh."

It was very opulent. Harry felt that it had a certain old world charm. It also vaguely reminded him of Hogwarts. Large gates, the structure of the building, the tower, the greenhouse, the grounds sweeping with trees and vegetation. A small lake in the distance. The only big difference was that there was Ivy crawling across the massive building from right to left.

He liked it.

"You should be able to walk right through the gates as you are a Potter. If there are House Elves that serve your family, they will appear."

Varix gestured for him to go and he did, slowly. He tested the gates by placing his hand out and slowly pushing it forward. When it slid through through the gates - much like Platform 9 3/4 - he stepped all the way through and gasped at the cool feeling that traveled down his spine.

There was a scattering of pops and Harry was surrounded by House Elves who were watching him with bright eyes, long ears flapping wildly.

"Master Potter!" greeted the Elf in front. She, like all the other Elves, worse a grey shirt that reached her knees. On the center was a large black P. "I'm Winnie, sir. Head Elf of Potter Manor! We've been waiting to meet you!"

The other Elves nodded quickly.

"I'm sorry, I only just learned about Potter Manor the other day," said Harry sheepishly. He felt bad.

"My fairy godmother took me to Gringotts and Silverfang told me to come here."

Harry waved at Varix, who stepped through the gate now that she had permission. She smiled at the Elves.

"He was left with Muggles," she clarified for the confused Elves.

"What about Mister Black?" Winnie asked.

"In prison, though he was never convicted for what they claim he did. If he was convicted of a crime he truly committed, he wouldn't still be listed as Harry's secondary guardian. Magic wouldn't allow it. But the Ministry of Magical Britain is full of idiots so it's not a shock. Also, we can't find out the truth without proof for the right to an inquiry and those can be hell to a hold of."

Varix looked at Harry, "I don't want to hear you cursing until you are fourteen. After that, go ahead."

He nodded seriously. He wasn't really thinking of the bad words she used anyway.

Winnie was wringing her left ear. "Who is to be Master Harry's guardian then?"

Varix raised her hand. "I along with his mother's sister and Sirius Black are all listed as guardians. Since he wasn't convicted and legally found guilty of a crime, he's still Harry's guardian. However, I am also listed as a guardian." She turned a devilish smile in Harry's direction. "And do you know what this means, young grasshopper?"

"No."

He really didn't.

"It means that as I am your other free guardian, I am within legal right to take care of you. That means you don't have to go back to Privet Drive next year!"

The implications of it hit Harry mere seconds after she said it. He was free. Free of the Dursleys! Free forever!

He didn't have to go back!

Not caring in the least, Harry threw his arms around the fairy, hugging her for all he was worth. So much had changed in just two short weeks. And it was totally because of her!

Varix patted his head, "Come on kid, don't you want to see your ancestral home?"

"Yeah," he sniffed secretly, hoping his eyes weren't watering.

Winnie jumped a bit. "Winnie can show Master Harry and his fairy the manor!"

Winnie took Harry by the hand and dismissed the other Elves. She dragged him up to the manor and through the double doors that opened inward.

The East and West Wings were vast. The first and second salons were obviously high class and meant for entertaining important guests. The third and fourth salons weren't so splendorous and they lacked vitality.

The corridors were furnished with portraits and paintings. People that looked similar to Harry. A rendering of Hogwarts sat as the centerpiece on the third floor. The carpets were black and silver and from the ceilings drooped fanciful chandeliers made of diamond and crystal according to Winnie.

The South Tower was home to the master bedroom. The living quarters came complete with an upgraded lavatory as well as a large built in closet, a drawing room, and even a owlery at the top. There was a smaller tower on the north side that was for studying astronomy and astrology. The greenhouse was vibrant with attention grabbing plants. Some even moved on their own!

Harry adored the kitchen above all other things. Not the gardens, not the maze in the back, not the acres of land that were walled in and protected so that Muggles and other magicals couldn't find the manor. No, the kitchen was amazing.

Island counters everywhere! The appliances! He couldn't wait to cook something, this is, if the Elves let him. They seemed very set on their ways, but maybe he could strike up a deal or something.

He didn't stop himself from giving Varix another hug, just because he felt that she was the cause for it all. Mentally he knew that that wasn't the case but he was so happy he could probably dance on air if he tried!

Not that he would try.

Harry found the main study with help from Winnie. He also found all the books he needed conveniently placed within reach for his short stature. He was thankful that Varix had him wish for better retention because the books were huge and it was going to take time to read all five of them. And he already had to read his school books as well!

Varix refused to relent on the subject, saying that he 'had to learn'.

Also, Harry met his grandparents' portrait, which was in the first salon.

Charlus and Dorea Potter.

Charlus was gruff and a bit old fashioned, but Dorea was excitable and she seemed a little mad. Her eyes - even in portrait form - held some form of chaotic awareness that mildly unnerved him. Like Hermione when she heard that the library would be close for a week mid-Easter last term.

"Who are you?" the old man demanded when Winnie led he and Varix into salon number one. The old woman however, reached over from her seat beside him and cuffed him upside the head.

"Be nice! He's obviously a Potter. Do you see that hair of yours?! But he has my bone structure, obviously the good looks of the Black family had rubbed off on him." She turned her mad eyes on Harry. "You're Jimmy's boy, aren't you?"

Winnie nodded her head. "Yes Mistress, this is young Master Harry!"

Charlus - who was wearing glasses much like Harry's old pair, the same that James had worn in the photographs Harry has seen of him - peered at Harry over the rim of his glasses. "I suppose, though the eyes are different, much like the Muggleborn's were."

Dorea smacked his arm. "There was nothing wrong with her blood!"

"Maybe not her blood but her sister's," the man huffed. "I had never been more insulted."

"Some Muggles are bad, but not all, Charlie! And Lily was a sweetheart. And remember how Jimmy pined for her for years but was always thwarted because Lily was friends with that Snape boy?" Dorea sighed.

That stuck out to Harry immediately. "My mum was friends with Snape?"

How? Why? What about the snarky Potions Master was friendly?

"Jimmy complained about it all the time. He was so angry to learn that they were friends before Hogwarts and he tried to destroy their friendship all the time. He finally succeeded in their fifth year, but that didn't mean that Lily was suddenly interested in him. Your father was quite the bully in his day and I can't even remember how many times we had to go to the school because he did something to the poor Snape boy," Dorea rolled her eyes. "Not that the Snape boy didn't get revenge. Truly Slytherin revenge too! Even with their friendship ended, Lily wouldn't look at Jimmy until the end of their seventh year."

His dad was a bully? Was that why Snape didn't like Harry? Because of what his father did to the man? That wasn't fair! Why was he blamed for his dad's mistakes! It was just like Petunia hating him for being his mum's son and having magic! Adults were so immature!

With his mood ruined, he was a bit rude to the people who were his grandparents. But could he really be blamed when finding out that his father was a bully - something he despised - Snape was friends with his mother, his father ruined their friendship somehow and it turned Snape into the greasy git he was today, and Snape blamed whatever it was on Harry because he was his father's son?

In fact, he thought he was handling it very well. When Dudley heard things he didn't like, he threw himself on the ground and rolled around while screaming himself hoarse. Harry liked to think he was better than that and had enough self control of refrain from raising his voice, crying, or rolling on the floor.

He was just a bit curt in his answering of their questions. Thankfully, Varix took over when they inquired over who she was.

"I'm his fairy godmother."

The following conversation was a bit confusing but he was able to determine that having a fairy godparent apparently wasn't good because only abused or neglected children of any species, earned fairy godparents. Charlus and Dorea were not pleased to learn of his life at the Dursleys. Charlus didn't seem to like Muggles much.

He huffed, annoyed that they were talking like he wasn't there!

"Don't worry, the midget will be learning his duties, I'll see to it."

"I am not a midget!" Harry protested, running a hand over the crown of his head. It wasn't his fault. Maybe his parents were short and he got the bad end of the stick.

"We have to get back to the Burrow if you want to help Molly with the cooking today. Say goodbye to your gramps and granny. You'll be seeing them again, soon."

He sighed. "Bye. Bye Winnie."

The Elf bowed. "Master Harry and Mistress Varix have been keyed into the manor's wards. Next time you both come, you will appear inside the gate."

"Thank you!"

While Harry and Ron were upstairs playing a lovely game of wizard's chess, Varix was downstairs with Molly.

Molly plopped something on the table and a glance over, showed a flowerpot, full of Galleons.

"Imagine my surprise to find all of these while cleaning these past few days!" the woman said in exasperation. "He wouldn't take them back if I asked, would he?"

Varix was already shaking her head. "No. Petunia was so horrible in raising him that he feels the need to 'pay his way' in everything. He's been terribly guilty since coming here because he felt that he was eating all of your food and taking up space. So he literally went around the other night before going to bed. It made him feel better." It wasn't like she was going to lie to the woman. She have seven children! She knew that that much gold didn't just happen to appear out of nowhere and she knew who was behind it too.

Molly tsked, "He's such a sweet boy too." She held up the Daily Prophet, where Harry was on the front page with Gilderoy Lockhart. Ugh. "Just look at how adorable he is!"

Harry was cute. Still had some pudge in his cheeks, but that was the only place on him with pudge. He was too thin everywhere else. Bony. His elbows were weapons in their own right.

"Well," Molly sighed. "I suppose I could let it slide this time. Do you think he'd like another jumper for Christmas or maybe a nice hat?"

"He adores the jumper you gave him last year and it still fits him perfectly. He cherishes it and makes sure to keep it protected. I think it was his first Christmas gift."

Molly took this news with sadness.

"The poor dear."

Harry managed to finish his school books by the end of the summer holidays and was amazed that he remembered a good portion of what he read. And by reading some parts more than once, he certainly remembered them. He felt smarter in a sense. A lot better too.

Ron was excited to go back to Hogwarts. He could eat all kinds of food as quickly as possible. Harry just wanted to go home.

Unfortunately, the night before was hectic. The house was full of bustling redheads who were shouting questions and statements for each other across rooms and down the stairwell. 'Where is that comic with the Piggety Wiggety on the front?', 'Can't find my dungbombs, Fred, you got them?', 'Where's my Prefect badge?!', which was followed immediately by Fred and George's 'Who cares?', and finally, 'My diary!'.

Everything settled around ten when they all went to bed.

Come morning, it turned out that they all slept in.

The Hogwarts Express left at eleven in the morning. They awoke at nine and it would take an hour or more to get there.

It was chaos. Even with all of the preparing the night before, it seemed as if everybody still forgot something important. Ginny was stranded on the stairs as the taller people in the house moved in front of and behind her, cutting her off. Harry finally took pity on her and grabbed her hand top pulled her down to the kitchen with him.

Ron was at the table, stuffing his face with toast.

Mrs. Weasley was flittering about, mumbling underneath her breath. Ginny ran out the door.

Harry looked around and Varix popped in next to him, looking refreshed.

"Need something?" she asked, looking around at the chaos.

"I wish everyone would find what they need."

She snapped her fingers and a chorus of triumphant yells rang throughout the house.

"Thank you."

"No prob." She turned into the 'watch'.

Mrs. Weasley came in, a smile finally on her face after the rough morning they all had.

There were piles of luggage by the door, the initials of their owners the only thing denoting whom they belonged to. They all looked the same. Mr. Weasley came in and grabbed the nearest trunks, turning for the door.

Harry peered out the window, seeing an old car. It was sky blue and was well taken care of. A Ford Anglia. It was nice. But Harry watched Ron's dad go back and forth and was amazed to see that all of the luggage plus Scabbers' cage, fit in the boot. Varix was holding onto Hedwig's cage in one of her bags.

He couldn't help himself and went over to have a look. It was like the money purse from Gringotts. Expanded on the inside. Mr. Weasley sent him a wink, "So spacious, isn't it?!"

Mrs. Weasley was shooing everyone out of the house. She waved her wand at the door and Harry saw a small ripple pass over the house.

"Lockdown," Varix murmured from the watch. She usually stayed out of sight of most of the Weasleys, except the adults. Percy and Ginny didn't even know about her yet.

"Into the car! Ginny, up front with me!" Mrs. Weasley hollered for them all to hear.

Harry wasn't shocked to see that the side of the car had been magically expanded as well. The boys all fit in the back seat without issue and even had enough leg room! Ginny was in between her parents in the front seat.

They took off for the highway.

Mr. Weasley was trying to make a good argument. Apparently he enchanted the car a lot. It could fly and turn invisible! He said they didn't have time to make it to King's Cross and that if he could just fly them on over, no one would notice. Mrs. Weasley was so angry she was spitting, but she gave a jerky nod.

Mr. Weasley grinned and pushed a button. He then shifted gears and the car ascended and it went fast!

Harry, feeling a bit worried just in case, murmured a low wish for them to remain invisible to muggles and any other magicals just to be safe.

They had five minutes when they reached the station. Varix had all of their belongings in proper order by the time they all got out of the car. They rushed!

Percy, Fred, and George went first. Mrs. Weasley took Ginny through the barrier. Mr. Weasley gave Harry and Ron a nod and followed his wife and children.

"Together?" Harry asked.

"Together," Ron agreed.

Just as they were going to run for it, Varix's voice stopped them.

"Wait!"

They halted instantly.

"I sense House Elf magic. That damn Dobby did something!" A feeling of warmth surrounded Harry and Varix popped up beside him. He looked around frantically, expecting the Muggles to react, but no one did. She must have hidden them again. Cool.

She was touching the barrier, snapping her fingers repeatedly. "Damn House Elves. Their magic is so obscure that even I can't undo this." She sent the boys a look, "You know what to do, Harry."

Harry nodded. "I wish that Ron and I along with all of our belongings, were in an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express."

Snap.

They disappeared. When Harry could see again, he was sitting quite comfortably in a compartment, with Ron sitting across from him. They trunks were on the racks above them. Scabbers was in his cage, sitting to Ron's right.

Varix wasn't with them.

The train was already moving. It wasn't even in the station anymore.

"Glad we made it," Ron smiled. "I was thinking of using the car to get there!"

"Wouldn't your parents know how to Apparate there?" Harry asked, using a term he remembered from his 'reading ahead' in order to 'laze off' later. That was Varix's plan in any case.

Speaking of her, Harry's 'watch' appeared on his wrist.

He looked down and was amazed to see a tiny little fairy appear on the face of the watch. It waved. "Molly and Arthur know how you got on so they won't be running around like chickens with their heads cut off."

"Thank you."

"Meh, it's what I'm hear for." Varix jumped, "Someone's coming! Act natural!"

Ron immediately slouched into his seat and Harry remained where he was.

"That's acting natural for you two?" came Varix's incredulous voice. "I hate to see what it's like when you're actually in your elements!"

"Shush!"

"Yeah, yeah."

Their compartment door opened to reveal none other than Hermione.

"Oh thank goodness! I didn't see either of you on the platform! Mrs. Weasley was frantic with worry!"

"Varix had to help because the barrier wouldn't work," Harry explained.

"Why?"

Harry leaned in, face full with animation. "Remember when I told you about Dobby? Apparently, he tried to prevent me from getting on the train."

"But why is it so important? If it doesn't involve You-Know-Who, what could be a danger to you?"

Ron coughed to get their attention. "A lot, Hermione. A lot of things just sitting around the school can be. The Dark Forest. Fluffy. Mum even told me that the statues in the entrance hall can come alive with a spell and they'll attack if told to!"

"Okay, besides all of that."

"He could fall down the stairs, he could get hit with a wrong spell, he could get targeted by other murderers, McGonagall's death glare could do the trick."

"I get it Ronald!"

"Just saying!"

Harry grinned the whole time. He loved his friends.

A/N: Another one is done.

-Remember, Varix looks like Lilly Singh.

-I named Winnie after Winnie the Pooh. Sue me.

-Varix is lazy. I am as well. In school, I always read ahead and did the assignments ahead of time. Like a month of assignments ahead of time so I could sleep longer. So I had her teach Harry my 'work hard now, don't work later' method.

-Mrs. Weasley is badass. She knows everything.

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