A/N: In case anyone realised, yes I made a mistake with the last chapter, calling it chapter 2 instead of chapter 1. Thanks to the reviewer who pointed this out. However, hey, I am somewhat lazy and it does not really matter at the end of the day.

Recommendation for a good read: Just came across this book recently and laughed my ass off when reading it, even though it was somewhat grim. Story is dark recollections: Adrian's undead diary by Chris Philbrook. Trust me, you will like it.

Chapter 3.

Harry woke up the next morning, feeling a little more energised compared to the previous evening. He once again marvelled at how he had managed to land in exactly the right time that would cover all of the changes his magic and intellect would go through. As the basilisk bite and phoenix tears along with the trauma such an encounter would cause, could easily explain his growth in power as well as his personality changing somewhat and his want to improve himself. He planned to talk to his head of house this morning to change his subjects for next year, as he knew that divination was a complete waste of time, where he could be doing something useful, like organising his sock drawer.

Harry rose from his bed and went through his morning routine; showering, looking at his hair in disgust and getting dressed for the day in his more fitting of Dudley's hand-me-downs. Making another mental note that shopping was on the cards this summer, Harry went downstairs and out through the portrait hole. As he made his way towards the infirmary once more as he wanted a little more information as well as a request to Poppy as he now knew that he needed her help if he was to negate some of the damage his relatives had done to his body.

Upon arrival, Harry saw that Poppy was performing diagnostics on the victims of the petrification's to check their status, so Harry wandered over to Hermione's bedside and held her hand while Poppy finished doing what she had to. He talked to Hermione, telling her what he had been up to recently, letting her know that he had found the basilisk and Ginny, and rescuing the first-year from her own stupidity. Seeing that Poppy had finished, he said goodbye to Hermione and went over to talk to the medi-witch.

'Poppy, can I ask you a couple of questions regarding my condition?' Harry asked. Poppy smiled at Harry and nodded, waiting expectantly.

'Poppy, are you able to tell me what modifications are needed to be done in order for me to use normal potions? Or is it a complex process?' He queried.

'Well it really depends upon the potion that you are going to consume Harry. Some potions use a powerful magical creature part or have a volatile aspect to it such as the porcupine quills in the first potions you ever made at Hogwarts.' She explained. 'What we need to do for each is to take into account the type of creature and the nature of the volatility and work out whether this would interact with the venom and tears within your system. Actually it is more the venom that is the problem as Phoenix tears are somewhat neutral magically when combined with other magic's, while venom due to its destructive nature can react quite badly.'

Harry thought about this for a while and then asked 'This does sound complex, but I think it is something I do need to know, especially if I am to make potions for myself in the future. Are you able to teach me potions instead of Professor
Snape? We do not get along due to his enmity with my father in the past and I doubt he would be willing to take the time in order to not only teach me how to brew for the population in general, but myself in particular?'

Poppy internally was very happy with Harry's request. As he had termed the request in the parameters of his future brewing for himself, which could be considered a health issue as it was a medical condition, which caused this, she could then take the steps to take him under her wing, so to speak and teach him as he requested. The headmaster for this reason could not complain as it was under her jurisdiction for medical treatment and providing relevant information in order to teach patients how to cope with the future problems their medical conditions could cause.

'Harry that should not be a problem. I will inform Professor McGonagall of our arrangement and as of next year, all of your potion times will be here with me.' She said with a small smile. Harry smiled back as he had just managed with a few questions to remove the biggest pain in his ass from interacting with him on a regular basis within 24 hours of arriving. Harry also knew because he had mentioned his concerns about brewing for himself that he had negated any objections Dumbledore could raise as well as the Potions Pratt A.K.A Snape. Harry also knew that in his past future, that he had been extremely lucky that his magical core had not exploded when he was dosed with potions and only the fact that he had not consumed any magically potent potions until he had been informed of his condition once he had gone into Auror training and had the requisite medical scan through St Mungos. This had saved his life. He often wondered if Dumbledore had not died during his sixth year, whether he may have used this instability to detonate his magical core while he was fighting Voldemort to take them both out. It was at this point in his future, once he had found out about the loyalty potion as well as the instability that he decided that Dumbledore would be having something similar to his original fate happen to him regardless of what else he changed about his future.

'Thank you Poppy. Now the other thing is to do with my past treatment by my relatives. As you probably could tell from your scans, I was not brought up with the proper nutrition, which has subsequently damaged not only my growth but also my eyesight. Is there a way this can be either negated, fixed or if not at the very least minimised?' He asked the medi-witch. She thought about it for a moment and then went to retrieve the parchment she had written on the day before with his results of the scans. After perusing the parchment for about five minutes, she looked up and answered

'Harry I don't see why we can't fix the malnutrition with a combination of nutrition and strong growth potions. This combined with the phoenix tears should be able to negate the malnutrition. If I also add in a corrective eye potion, that should then fix the problem entirely. As your condition is more a developmental issue due to outside forces and not innate within you, it can be fixed. I will need to however, brew the requisite potions, so come back in 3 days and I will be able to start the process.'

Harry smiled widely at the news and thanked her profusely for her help. "Poppy just smiled and patted him on the head, telling Harry that it was her duty after all and if he ever had any future questions, to come and ask and she would be more than happy to answer him. On querying when the petrified victims would be cured, Harry was informed that they would be cured this evening and was then given permission by Poppy to be there when Hermione was cured.

Minerva McGonagall was sitting in her office, going through the minutia associated with the head of house and deputy headmistress, when she received a knock upon her office door. Calling 'Enter.', she was surprised to see Harry Potter coming through her door.

'Mr Potter. What do I owe the pleasure?' She asked in a warm tone. Harry was at first a little surprised by this welcome, until he realised that he had actually saved not only the school from closing, but also her home, as like most professors, she resided within Hogwarts year-round, except for the occasional holiday.

'Well Professor, I have been giving my performance in class a lot of thought, especially since the chamber of secrets incident. I know I have not been performing up to my potential, mainly due to the past reactions to my grades from my relatives. I promise from now on that I will do better in my classes. In this regard, I wanted to change my electives, adding arithmency and ancient runes to my course-load. I believe that these extra courses will benefit me greatly in the future.'

Minerva McGonagall was pleasantly surprised by the mature response she received from Harry Potter. She assumed that the chamber of secrets incident had caused Harry to grow up a little, something that she approved of whole-heartedly. She scowled when she heard that the Dursleys had deliberately caused Harry to dumb-down his grades but knew that nothing would be done if she went complaining to Albus. Smiling at Harry, she took out some parchment, made a notation, and added the then completed parchment to Harry's file. She was then further pleasantly surprised when Harry asked her for additional work over the holidays to help him achieve a greater understanding of the coursework they had gone over the past two years in his attempt to improve himself. After handing Harry the additional work for the summer, she wished him a pleasant holiday and Harry left the office.

Harry was pleased with his meeting with his head of house for two reasons. First, the extra work would give him the excuse as to why he showed a greater understanding of magic next year when he returned to Hogwarts. Secondly, the fact that he showed the chamber of secrets had affected him so much would also help him cover for his maturity that he would now be exhibiting, as he did not intend to try to act like his 13 year-old self the next school year. After quickly ducking back to his dorm-room in order to drop off the extra homework, he then decided what he could do next to forward his plans. After pausing for a moment, he realised what he could do and set off to the seventh floor corridor with the tapestry of dancing trolls.

When Harry arrived at the tapestry, he summoned the room of hidden things. Once the door appeared, he opened it and stepped inside, closing the door behind him so it disappeared. Taking a quick look over the vast majority of detritus that was within the room; Harry knew that he needed a different solution to him just walking through and inspecting everything. He took out his wand and was about to cast a spell when he remembered what Poppy had said to him regarding using his magic. Sighing, he put his wand away and thought about how he could accomplish his task. Realising that he was in the room of requirement, he mentally asked for all trunks within the room to be brought to him. As soon as he wished this, twenty trunks of different types and in different states of repair appeared before him. Being careful so that none of the trunks fell on him, Harry moved the intact trunks to one side and opened each one. He was surprised at first as he discovered that most of them actually contained items such as clothing and books, until he realised that these were probably trunks from previous teachers who for one reason or another had died at Hogwarts and thus their belongings were left at the school. Realising this, Harry went through each compartment within the trunks, scavenged what he needed from each trunk, and discarded what was not needed in one of the broken and empty trunks. He managed to gather quite a collection of books in a range of topics from herbology to arithmency and ancient runes. Harry selected the best of the trunks, a five-compartment model with built in library in the fourth compartment and potions lab in the fifth. He dropped the books into the library compartment for later sorting and then wished the remaining trunks to be put back where they had come from within the room. They disappeared silently and Harry marvelled once more at the magic that had gone into the construction of this room.

Repeating his previous action, wishing this time for all of the books in the room to be presented to him, Harry was shocked at the towering pile of books that were presented to him. Not having the time now or really the desire, Harry asked the room that all of the books be put into his trunk, which they did with a barely discernable sound as the piles of books rose into the air and floated down into the library room. Although Harry had gone through a long period of study in order to come back into the past, he knew that he did not know everything. The very breadth of knowledge that he knew must have been lost in this room, which had probably been purged in the past by subsequent ministries, presented a very great opportunity. The very fact that Harry knew that most of these books would probably be censored if they were ever discovered ensured that he would never donate them to Hogwarts as he knew that Dumbledore was actually worse than the Ministry of Magic in some respects. If Dumbledore disagreed with a particular type of magic being available to the public, Harry knew that the library at Hogwarts would mysteriously lose all references to the topic, even from the restricted section. He knew this was true as he worked out later on that Dumbledore had done something similar in regards to Harry's family and their role within magical society.

Once the books had finished their trip into his now new trunk, Harry decided that it was time to speak to Dobby. Straightening up, he called out

'Dobby!'

With a crack, the house elf appeared before him clad in his pillowcase and the sock he had liberated from the diary that Harry had given him.

'Harry Potter wishes to speak to Dobby?' The house elf enquired, bouncing up and down in excitement at the fact that his hero had called him. Harry smiled at the elf, fondly remembering the elf's actions that had warned them of Umbridge in his fifth year and her raid on Dumbledore's army as well as the help he had given Harry in his fourth year and his subsequent help, which had cost him his life during Harry's capture in Malfoy Manor.

'Yes Dobby. I wanted to know if you would like to be my personal house elf and protect my secrets?' Harry enquired, already knowing the answer that Dobby would give. Dobby squealed in delight and threw himself at Harry, wrapping Harry's legs in a hug.

'Yes sir! Dobby would love to become Harry Potter's personal house elf.' Knowing from his previous study how to bind a house elf, Harry laid his hands on top of Dobby's head and intoned

'I Harry James Potter, Heir to the most ancient and noble house of Potter, claim Dobby as my elf. I will grant him a position within my house in exchange for his service and protection of my secrets and my person, so mote it be.' With these words, there was a large flash as the oath took place and the bond between Harry and Dobby took shape. Stepping back from the house elf, Harry looked down at Dobby and said

'Ok Dobby here is the rules of my house. You must wear a uniform representing the house of Potter and befitting my station and your station as my personal elf. I also must emphasise the rule that if you do something you think is wrong, you are to inform me immediately and not punish yourself without authorisation. I will decide whether you have done something wrong and what, if any, punishment there will be. Understood?' Dobby nodded eagerly and Harry smiled once more.

'Okay Dobby, for now I would like you to go to the kitchens and work with the house elves there until I have need of you.' Harry ordered. Dobby disappeared with a small pop, leaving the young wizard alone once more. Smiling at having achieved all he needed to for now, Harry walked out of the room of hidden things, shrinking the trunk in his hands by pressing a rune on its side and went to find Ron until the evening, when he would, once more, return to the hospital wing.