Story Title: Living My Life: Harry's Beginning

Chapter: 4

Chapter Title: Healing From the Wrong and Learning Something New

Story Word Count: 19,429

Chapter Word Count: 7,047

Harry groaned and tried to open his eyes. They cracked open and Harry only saw darkness but then his left eye quickly adjusted to see through the cloth. A figure was leaning over him and he scrambled back away from them.

"Bloody Hell!" Harry reached up to grab the cloth band that covered both of his eyes. He tore it off his head to look at the goblin that was leaning over him. It was Healer Merie, who was grinning broadly at him. Harry sat up fully and blinked his eyes.

"Welcome to the land of the wake, Mr. Potter. How are you feeling?" Healer Merie hand him a potion and he chugged it down. Instantly he felt a lot better. Pepper Up, the world's best caffeine buzz.

"I feel really good. It's odd to see through this eye again. I guess I have to get used to seeing through stuff." Harry chuckled and then conjured up a mirror for him to look in. Harry took in a deep breath and quickly let it escape. Picking up the mirror, he turned it to his face. It was his face, but it looked so different from the one that he was used to seeing with the concealment charm on. Staring back him was a face that was heavily scarred on the left side. His hair was the same and the right side of his face was exactly the same. The difference was the blue eye that stared back at him. It was a perfect hue of semi-dark blue. It easily complimented the green eye. At a closer look, Harry could see the eye giving off a mix of colors. Harry placed the mirror back on the bed and glanced at Healer Merie.

"Is it to your satisfaction?" She looked slightly nervous and worried. Harry grinned at her and threw his arms around the Healer. She stiffened and looked startled at the action. Harry pulled away and backed off when he caught sight of her surprised reaction. Laughter ran through the room and both of them looked to the crack in the screen.

"Harry, you know that we aren't used to a wizard showing us any affection. I think she is in a little shock. You know how to incapacitate someone unintentionally." Ragnok pulled the screen aside to show the room and all of its glory. Many goblins stood behind him, all looking anxious about something. Harry gave Ragnok a questioning glance. "They are all here to see how the surgery went. Apparently it was leaked that Harry Potter was going under the replacement procedure. It's not often that a wizard trusts us enough to actually go through with it. I believe that they want to know how your Mr. Lupin is doing also. I think that he is coming around, Merie."

The goblin Healer ran down a few beds to a screened in bed. Harry followed her with his gaze and gasped when he could clearly see Remus through the curtain. The ex-werewolf was attempting to sit up. Healer Merie pulled aside the curtains to reveal a tired Remus. She bustled around him, checking his vitals. A few minutes later, she signaled that he was okay. Harry shakily stood on his legs and stumbled over to where the man was sitting up. Harry closed his eyes before stepping into view. Harry could see Remus glance up at him. It was handy to be able to see through anything with one eye.

"Harry? How are you feeling?" Remus seemed worried about him when he went through something more drastic than what Harry did. This made Harry open his eyes and laugh. Remus looked startled for a second before a confused look appeared.

"Really, Moony, you're asking me how I'm doing, when clearly you went through something more painful than me. I should be asking you that. Anyway, the eye is absolutely amazing! I can see again. I forgot what that was like. Now, how are you feeling? Are you cured?"

"Yes, cub. I can't feel the wolf at all. Whatever they did, worked." Remus turned to Healer Merie and thanked her constantly. Harry chuckled to himself, and then sat on the bed. Remus looked at Harry and smiled. "So how's the eye working for you?"

"It's amazing! I've completely forgotten what it was like to see with both eyes." Harry grinned happily.

"So what did you choose for the charms?" Remus looked at Harry's face, examining the eye carefully. Harry glanced at Healer Merie, who pulled out the list and handed it to Harry. The teen thanked the Healer and scooted up closer to the ex-werewolf. Taking the paper, Harry showed to him. Remus scanned the parchment and raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Why didn't you choose the eye color changing one?" Harry thought for a moment, but was beaten to the punch by Healer Merie.

"As I told Mr. Potter, the eye color wouldn't work if he wanted his specific eye color. I explained that when I performed the checkup, when I found some unusual readings. They showed a few changes to his body after it was struck with the Avada Kedavra Curse. For one, it changed his real eye color. Originally it was a dark emerald green, but the curse changed it to reflect its own color. Therefore, Mr. Potter's eye color is not natural."

Remus nodded his head and handed the paper back to Harry. He placed it on the bed and focused his attention on Remus. The ex-werewolf sighed and lay back against the pillows.

"Cub, do you know when they are going to take off your blocks?" Harry shook his head and called over Merie. He asked the same question.

"Mr. Potter, we are giving you a week to get used to your new eye. After that, we shall remove them as much as possible. During this week, we shall also heal the scars that we can. Also, I've been given orders to give you a nutritional potion that will correct your malnourishment and the stunted growth problems." The Healer finished and ran off when a bell sounded.

Harry sighed and ran hand through his hair. It was going to be a long week. Harry knew this, but now he really got it.

"Remus, I'm going to go lay down again. I'm still a little tired." The werewolf, now a normal man, nodded and gave Harry and hug. The teen returned to his bed under the watchful eye of Merie.

A week had passed quickly for the occupants of the time room. The goblins had performed the ritual on the Healer's Wing while he was recovering from the procedure. If a Healer was needed, they made sure that there were a few outside of the room. During the week, Harry had taken the potions and his scars healed.

The charmers that had worked on Harry's eye, worked with him for a few hours each day. By now, Harry could read the auras that went with the objects or people. He quickly learned that red was a hate charm and depending on the magic, it ranged from a dull hue to a vibrant hue. Red was a hate, blue for loyalty, and yellow for cheering charm. Purple objects were a portkey and the other colors ranged from a basic hex to a deadly potion. It took Harry most of the week to get used to it, but eventually it entertained him.

Harry had thought long and hard when he wasn't working on anything. He remembered all of his times that he struggled in class on purpose. It was harder than it looked. He was exactly like Hermione, but not openly obsessive. He hid most of the time when he studied. During the years, he had dissected the library for information. The firsts two years at Hogwarts, he used parchment to take his noted on. At the end of his first year, Harry just barely managed to close his trunk. It was filled to the brink with notes. Luckily, no one had noticed as it was covered with the rags of hand-me-down clothes. During the summer, after the Dursley's went to bed, he studied as much as possible. Eventually, Harry's body adjusted to only needing a few hours of sleep.

Second year was filled with endless research and exploring. The threat of the Basilisk and the Chamber were over everyone's head. That time, Harry was praising the gods for his invisibility cloak. Every now and then a roommate would ask why he was out late. Harry would only reply that it was insomnia. Most of the nights were spent in the library, taking notes in DADA. Lockhart was insane and couldn't teach squat. One night, Harry had run across a part of the library hidden in the way back. A portrait stood from the floor and reached up about seven feet. A beautiful black raven sat on a branch, watching its surroundings. As Harry passed, it cawed at him. Harry was so surprised that he dropped his books and notes. Everything was scattered around his feet in a huge mess. He watched as the raven cocked its head back and forth at him. It cawed again and Harry cautiously approached the painting.

-Flashback-

Harry ignored the papers and books that scattered the ground at his feet. He warily stepped up to the tall portrait. Harry smiled as the raven flew around lazily. The boy placed his hand on the painting, feeling the paint beneath his palm. The raven cawed and swooped down at his hand. Before the boy could pill it back, the raven pecked at him. Harry hissed when a sting went through his finger. He pulled it away, watching a few drops of blood soak into the portrait. It glowed a bright golden before the raven cawed happily. From its perch in the tree, it dropped to the ground. Harry stumbled back when the raven transformed into a beautiful lady. She was dressed in a royal's gown from a thousand years previous. On her dark brown hair was a circlet that shone with a slight aura.

"Good Evening, little lion. It seems that not even the night can keep you from my shelves." She smiled fondly at him.

"Who are you, ma'am?" Harry smiled back at her, but he was still curious.

"I am Rowena Ravenclaw, and you lion, are my heir." Harry looked shocked before raising an eyebrow at her.

"I thought that the Founders had no portraits of themselves. And how am I your heir? I haven't heard anything about you having a child."

Rowena chuckled. "Salazar and I had married each other secretly. The other two founders knew, but they promised not to tell. We had a beautiful daughter, Melinda. I believe that you are her descendant. Your mother, Lily, came here during her fourth year. She had accidentally found me. I knew you were her son as soon as I saw you. Lion, you behave exactly like her. She would come down here late at night also. It was your eyes that gave it away though. I loved that woman dearly. You remind me of her so much."

"You knew my mother? No one had told me what she was like, can you?" Harry just about jumped with joy as she nodded.

"Come with me, my little lion. I shall teach you everything I know." Harry nodded and picked up all of his dropped things. Rowena opened the portrait door and the torches flared to life. Harry walked with his arms full of books and noted. His eyes popped out of his head at the size of the study. Massive bookcases lined the walls and the center of the room. Comfy chairs surrounded a brick fireplace, to Harry it was the best place to read. There was a desk with parchment and ink on the top. A portrait sat above the fireplace. Rowena Ravenclaw appeared and sat down in a plush chair. Harry placed his things on the desk and sat in an armchair before the fire.

-End Flashback-

Harry had quickly adapted to using the study every night at the end of each year, he would place all of his notes in the desk drawers. Harry made sure that he took book with him to the Dursley's. It kept him busy throughout the year's summer. If he wasn't doing chores, he was down at the library catching up on his muggle studies. When he was seven, he had met a fifteen year old who had just moved from Japan. When he met her, he was browsing through the language section. The Japanese had caught his attention, so he picked it up at the same time she picked the English book. Eventually, they started talking and made a deal that they could teach each other the language. Although he was seven, Harry was reading way above his should be average reading level.

It took at least three years, but eventually they both were very proficient at speaking and reading. He quickly picked up the different writing alphabets. When he went to Hogwarts, that's what he wrote his notes in. Hermione had always ragged on him about doodling in class. It took him everything to not laugh at her.

When he showed an interest in languages, Rowena had showed him a shelf that held an extensive amount of memories. Harry worked on it during second year and finished at the end of third. The boy took muggle gum and applied a potion onto it with a copy of the memory attached. He created three different types: 1 week, 1 month and permanent. Harry used the gum and the memories of the language in the study to create a massive stock of each language. It ranged from English to Japanese to Arabic.

Currently, Harry had taken a multitude of the permanent gum. It started with Russian and extended out. Such as French, Spanish, Italian, Arabic, Greek and Latin. He made sure to wait at least two to three days between each gum piece. Now he could speak at least 28 different languages. All he had to do was retrieve each memory from a fluent speaker. Harry went to the Runes teacher and her for the memory. It was an interesting conversation. Luckily, Hermione had Ancient Runes then.

-Flashback-

Harry walked beside Hermione. She was talking about how amazing Ancient Runes was. Harry stopped and thought for a second.

"'Mione, where is your Ancient Runes class?" Hermione looked unsurprised for a second and then grinned.

"Here, I'll show you." Hermione briskly walked towards the stairs and climbed up them. Harry had to jog to catch up to her. They walked for a bit before Hermione paused before a door. She knocked and entered with Harry trailing behind. A teacher sat behind the desk and she glanced up. Her hair was a blond with dark streaks of brown throughout. When she spotted Hermione, she grinned.

"Can I help you, Ms. Granger?" Hermione nodded and stepped aside for Harry to approach.

"Professor Sinistra, this is my friend Harry Potter. He wanted to talk to you." Hermione smiled at Harry. She turned to the door and paused before opening it.

"I'll see you at dinner, Harry." The boy nodded and turned his attention to the Professor.

"Good afternoon Mr. Potter, how may I help you?" Harry sighed and sat on the chair in front of her desk.

"Professor, I'm working on an independent project that requires help." The woman smiled brightly at the mention of needing help.

"What do you need help with?"

"I need a memory from you." Harry held his breathe and realized that what he said was rude. Memories were extremely personal.

"What?" She asked surprised.

"Pardon me that was rude. What I was asking is if I could copy a memory from you. I have created a potion that can go on gum, Muggle kind, which can give you knowledge of a language. I use a memory from a language and place the copy in the potion. After it is finished, I soak the piece of gum in it. There are three kinds: 1 week, 1 month and a permanent. Could I use a memory of yours to learn Ancient Runes?"

Professor Sinistra sat back in her chair, mouth hanging open in shock. A mere third year had come up with something that ingenious.

"Mr. Potter, you realize that you have made a breakthrough? Have you told anyone yet?" Harry just shook his head negatively.

"I didn't want anyone to know, but I need an Ancient Runes one, so you were my first choice."

"So, you have only told me? I need to know that you are not signing up for my class if I give this memory to you. Also that you are not to sell this specific language to ANY of the students here. Is that clear, Mr. Potter?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I had no plan to give this particular gum to anyone. Actually, I had no plan to sell it at all at the moment."

"Alright then, what do I need to do?" She placed her glasses on the table and leaned forward. Harry stood up and came around behind her. He pulled out a glass container that would hold the memory.

"I need you to clear your mind. Think about Ancient Runes and anything that goes with it. Promise that this will not hurt."

Professor Sinistra nodded and leaned her head back. Harry carefully stood beside her and focused his wand to her temple. As she nodded when she was ready, he whispered the incantation quietly. Pulling the memory away, it came from her temple in a golden liquid-mist. He placed it in the glass container and closed the top.

"Thank you very much, Professor. Is there any language that you would like to learn?" Harry grinned when she smiled slightly.

"Yes, I've always wanted to learn Gobbledygook." She glanced at him and raised an eyebrow at his expression. Harry frowned slightly.

"Professor, I do not have that language yet. I'm trying to get it soon." She looked a little down at not being able to learn it. She sighed and thought for a second.

"How about Arabic? That's another that I've always wanted." Harry grinned and pulled out a handful of gum. She looked extremely surprised at the amount of pieces he had. Harry sifted through them until he picked up the Arabic language. He handed it over to her and she smiled. Harry placed the others back into his pocket.

"It will take a few hours to fully soak in, but I gave you a permanent one. make sure that you don't eat or drink anything for an hour or two once you start chewing it. Professor, I swear on my magic that I will get you a Gobbledygook piece before I graduate." A golden light appeared around Harry and then disappeared.

"Oh dear, you just made a wizard's oath. Do you know what they are?" She looked slightly worried.

"Yes, I do. Thank you again Professor. I promise I'll get that other one to you soon!" Harry waved and laughed when she popped the gum in her mouth. He left the room and headed down the hall.

-End Flashback-

The gum came in handy when he had to figure out a language. Harry planned on asking the goblins for a memory of their language. During his fourth and fifth year, Harry managed to get muggle notebooks to take notes in. It made it so much easier to keep track of them. What frustrated him was that he was way above his class. Harry knew that he could have taken the OWLs in third year. After spending the week resting and thinking, he came to a conclusion. He would retake the OWLs. Legally, they could not stop him from retesting. Two of his tests had been interrupted. Harry didn't care anymore if he was in the spotlight or not. He wanted to show the world that he was able to do many things.

Harry looked over at Remus' bed. He was wide awake and reading a book. Harry stood up from the bed, drawing the man's attention to him. Though he no longer was a werewolf, all the traits of extreme sense stayed behind. He grinned when Harry sat on the edge of his bed.

"Moony, can I talk to you?" Remus' grin faded into a serious look.

"Sure, cub, what do you want to talk about?" Harry shifted nervously on the bed.

"Moony, what do you think about me retaking the OWLs? First off, they were interrupted. Second, I know I did really badly on them."

"I think you should do what you feel is right. Why do you think you did badly on your OWLs?" Harry sighed and clasped his hands together on his lap. A faint blush was splashed across his cheeks. Remus raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"I know I did badly, because I did it on purpose? Well, except for Divination." Harry didn't want to look at Remus, but he wanted to know what his expression was.

"Harry, are you telling me that you failed some of the OWLs on purpose to make yourself average?" Remus' eyebrows were in his hairline. The expression on his face was composed of complete shock."

"Yes, I didn't want people to notice me more than normally. I wanted to stay out of the limelight. I figured that if I could appear average, not many people would look my way as much. But now, screw them. I want to be the person that I normally am." Harry crawled up on the bed and sat cross-legged before Remus. The man shook his head before looking seriously at Harry.

"Harry, tell me, how long have you been able to take the OWLs?" Harry groaned and placed his head in his hands. He mumbled a few words, but Remus' hearing easily picked it up.

"Third year."

"Third year? You're ahead of your class by two year?" Harry nodded and peeked through his fingers at Remus. "Cub, that is absolutely amazing. What subjects do you not know?"

"Divination, I'm horrible at it. I just lack the 'inner eye'." Remus laughed and leaned back against his pillows.

"What about Ancient Runes or Arithmancy?" Harry groaned again and sighed.

He shook his head. "I've been doing Master level of both since third year."

"Absolutely astounding! How were you able to do this?" Remus was openly gaping at Harry by now. Master level in two of the hardest subjects, it was completely mind-blowing. Harry held out his hand and pointed to his clothes. A piece of gum rushed into his hand and the teen tossed it to Remus.

"It took me two years, but at the end of third year I finished it. What you hold there is a gum that it soaked in my project. I've created a potion that can attach any language knowledge to it. I put it on Muggle gum, and if it is chewed, the person learns a complete language in a few hours." Harry watched as Remus jaw dropped in complete shock again. The man played with the piece of gum that sat on his palm.

"You created a potion? Harry, that's amazing! Where did you get the idea?" The boy laughed at the memory that went with it.

"One day during my first year, I was trying to learn French. I was chewing apiece of gum at the time. I got so frustrated that I wished that there was something to take so I could just learn it fast. I snapped my gum and the idea popped into my head." Remus glanced at the gum in his hand and he read the wrapper. It was labeled 'Language Chewy' and underneath read Polish. Remus popped it out of the wrapper and into his mouth.

"It will take a few hours to work completely. I suggest that you don't drink or eat anything for the next two hours. It'll dampen the potion's effects." Remus nodded and snapped the gum.

"This is really ingenious, cub." Harry nodded at him and looked towards the door.

"I can't wait for Ragnok to come visit. I have to ask him if I could use one of his memories." Harry turned suddenly when someone cleared their throat behind him.

"Mr. Potter, I hear you want to use a memory of mine. May I ask what it's for?" Harry nodded and told Ragnok the whole story about creating the gum. Ragnok looked extremely impressed.

"You may, Mr. Potter, on one condition." Ragnok looked extremely pleased with him.

"Whatever, the only thing is that I cannot give you the recipe. But, I will make sure that you shall always have a language gum pack if you write and ask for one. I'll always give them to you for no charge." Ragnok looked thoughtful before nodding.

"You have a deal, Mr. Potter. What do I need to do?" Harry grinned and pulled out a glass container that he had conjured earlier.

"I need you to clear your and think only about the language. Nod when you are ready." Harry placed a hand on his temple and waited for Ragnok to nod. Once he did, Harry mumbled the incantation. Pulling his hand away, Harry could see a silver thread attach itself to his finger. He placed it in the container and put a lid on top.

"Thank you, Ragnok. This will come in handy." Harry took the container over to his nightstand. He rummaged around in his clothes, before pulling out two different objects. Harry placed three pieces of gum and the potion on his tray stand. Harry conjured a plate and a stone bowl. He took the memory and dumped it onto the plate. Copying the memory and placing it in the bowl, Harry placed the original back in its container. He placed the gum in the bowl and then dumped the flask of potion with it. Harry sat the bowl aside and turned to Ragnok and Remus. He smiled at them and walked back over to the bed.

"I have to let it sit for at least 30 to 45 minutes." They both nodded and continued to talk. Eventually, the time passed quickly. Harry briskly walked over to the concoction and gum. He took the gum out with conjured tongs and the pieces dried instantly. He took wrappers that were transfigured from paper and wrapped two of the pieces. The wrappers were exactly like the Polish ones, except they said Gobbledygook. Harry popped the last piece in his mouth and pulled out a sheet of parchment. He quickly wrote a note and placed that and one gum into an envelope. Harry took the gum and placed it onto Remus' bed stand.

"Don't take this for at least two days. Your brain becomes overloaded with information too quickly when you take too many too soon. Director Ragnok, could you send this letter to Professor Sinistra at Hogwarts. I promised that I would give her Gobbledygook in exchange for Ancient Runes."

Harry handed the letter to Ragnok. The goblin took it and placed it in his front pocket. Patting it gently, Ragnok bowed slightly to Harry.

"I enjoyed the visit. Mr. Potter, I shall send this out as soon as possible. Take care my friends." Ragnok walked confidently away from the two humans.

"So Moony, how is the Polish coming along?" Harry grinned when Remus popped the gum.

"It's okay for now. I can only get a few words here and there. Cub, I have to say that this is the handiest potion yet." Harry grinned and nodded.

"Well Moony, thank you for listening to me earlier. I think that I will study some more and then when we leave, I'll send out a letter." Remus nodded and watched Harry pick up a book on the tray stand.

It had been three weeks already and Harry was getting used to his routine. It started with waking up and doing some exercise in the training room connected to the Healer's Wing. He would eat breakfast and then work with the trainers on his magic. It was a painful task when they removed each magical block. They removed all of the curses, hexes and charms. The most difficult one was the mind link with Voldemort. It had taken them two weeks of poking and prodding to figure out what to do. They had him fast for three days and on the third night, he went through a purification ritual. All of the goblin employees had to go through one if they came in contact with the Dark Arts. It wasn't that the magic was dark, it was the fact it was used for the wrong purposes. For Harry, it was the most painful thing he underwent. It even surpassed the Crutiatus Curse. After the magic training, he ate lunch with everyone in the Wing. His next task was a class on goblin magic. Harry was the most excited with this and took as much notes as possible. By then he had at least three notes books full of different things. By the second week of his training, Harry had gone through at least a hundred books. He was familiar with every person in the goblin archives. Finally, Harry had gotten fed up with constantly asking for new books and asked Ragnok if there was a way to get unlimited access to them.

Ragnok had smiled and pulled up a chair. He explained that the goblins could copy all of their books in their archives for a fee of 10 galleons a piece. Harry had instantly agreed to it. He also asked if someone could make a run to a muggle store to get him pens and notebooks. Ragnok had laughed heartily and called two goblins to him. The first was from the library archive and they received the order to have all of the books copies for Harry. The goblin looked astounded and rushed off with a happy look on its face. The second was a runner that went out into the muggle world to gather items for the goblins. He was specifically asked to get Harry as many Uniball pens and Five-star notebooks as possible. As well a few dozen colored Sharpie permanent markers and highlighters. Ragnok turned to Harry and asked for anything else. The runner went off to gather the necessary supplies. Harry thought for a second before nodding. He explained that he had no way to hold all of the books and things. Ragnok just grinned and called another goblin. This one was a furniture designer for the Gringotts Bank. Ragnok explained what Harry needed and the designer ran off. Harry thanked Ragnok and went back to reading his notes over.

An hour had passed when the second goblin came in carrying a bag. He turned to Harry and placed the bag on his bed. Harry took the bag and dumped it over, so that the contents spilled out. The teen grinned madly when all of the things he needed spilled out. Good thing that they were shrunken or Harry would have been weighed down. There were at least 50 notebooks and 20 packs of black pens. There was a 36 pack of colored permanent markers and at least 30 highlighters. There were ten of yellow, green, and orange. Harry smiled brightly at the goblin and thanked him profusely for the supplies. The goblin bowed slightly to Harry and ran out of the Wing.

Around two hours after the second goblin came the third one arrived confidently. Harry had finished sorting through all of the supplies and organized them appropriately. He watched the third goblin approach him. This time, Ragnok was with him. The goblin placed a small box upright on the floor. He spoke an enlargement spell in Gobbledygook. Harry watched with amazement as the box turned very tall. Harry stood up and looked at the piece quizzically. The goblin designer grinned and unfolded the tall box. When it was completely unfolded, there were three massive shelves connected together. The designer explained that the shelves could hold up to two thousand books at a time. He handed Harry a second box that was exactly the same. So, Harry now had two travel bookshelves. He decided that the first one was going to be specifically for goblin books. He placed his finger on the shelf and traced his finger to put the letter GB on the side. With the help of magic, Harry lifted it up to place against the wall near his bed. The second one, he enlarged to write NB, for all of his filled notebooks. He placed all of his used notebooks in there and shrunk it again. He placed it on his tray stand before turning his attention back to the goblin designer. The last piece was a desk that could be shrunken down to the size of a matchbox. It held all of his empty notebooks, pens, pencils and everything else he needed or used. Harry placed it beside the shelf, creating an 'L' shape. Harry thanked both of them before digging right into his notes. Ragnok smiled and walked away to talk with Remus.

The last two months were spent in the same way as the last month. It consisted of studying, training, eating, and reading. Harry spent most of his time practicing for his OWLs. By the end of the second month, Harry had relearned all of his magic and passed every test on goblin magic. What he learned in two month was equivalent to the standard six years of study. All of the teachers were astounded with his extremely fast progress. It helped that he could already understand the language. At the end of the second month, he received the highest honors of degrees and also was considered at a Master level. It helped that he studied almost 24/7. He didn't study in a specific area, so his degrees were of the General overall Master level. Harry proudly placed the degrees above his bed, showing them off to everyone that came in. It was the talk for the next few days.

During the time Harry started taking his class, both of the humans were given goblin names. By now, that was really the only name they answered to. Every now and then someone would call them by their human name, but it took them awhile to answer to it. Harry had received the name BoltChild, as he was the child of lightening. Remus was called MoonWolf, even though he was cured. At the end of the first month they had figured out that Remus got energy surges to his magic at the end of the month, when the full moon would be.

It was the last day of the time spell and everyone was getting antsy. Harry was making sure that he had everything securely packed away. He had changed rapidly over the course of the three months, other than his magic capabilities. His hair had lengthened out and her had changed it so that red highlights appeared. Though he had gained muscles, he still was lithe and agile. Harry stood at a good few inches over six feet. That morning he had placed the glamour over his face with goblin magic. This guaranteed that no one but the goblins could see through it.

Harry had just finished putting the shelves into a temporary conjured satchel. A week after the order for the books, they had all been copied and placed respectively on the travel shelf. There were at least a thousand, so Harry paid a good sum of gold to get them. For him, the price didn't matter. Most of the books were priceless. The goblins showed him how to copy a book without interrupting the copyright spell. It was a secret that Harry would take to the grave. Well, except for writing it down in a special notebook that he always carried with him. It was written in Gobbledygook, so that made it harder to for someone to read. Harry glanced up when someone walked into the Wing. Ragnok strolled casually over to Harry's bed. The teen smiled and sat down his things.

"Mr. Potter, I just came to see if everything was alright. Today is the day isn't it?" Harry grinned and nodded enthusiastically. Ragnok chuckled.

"I assume that you are going to go on a shopping spree once we are finished here."

"Of course. I've been dying to go to Diagon Alley to get a few things. The Dursley's never let me have anything, so Remus and I are going to dote ourselves to death. What I need is someplace for us to stay. Can you help me to find a place that's good?" Ragnok smiled brightly and motioned to someone at the Wing's doors. A few seconds later, there was a tingling sensation up his spine. Ragnok turned back to him.

"Well, Mr. Potter, they dropped the wards. I believe there are people who missed you." Two pops were heard as Dobby and Winky popped in. Behind them was a flash and Hedwig appeared in all of her glory. She flew over to Harry nipped him on the ear affectionately. The elves spotted Harry and launched themselves at him.

"Harry, we missed you! Look at you! You've grown so tall and don't look skinny anymore. Winky can't feed you to death to get you to gain weight!" Dobby hugged his legs while Winky climbed up the bed to hug him around the stomach.

Dobby and Winky continues to talk to him at the same time. Harry smiled and pulled Dobby up from his legs. Placing the elf on the bed beside Winky, Harry grinned at them.

"Dobby, Winky, It's good to see you two. Now tell me how you have been." They both looked surprised at the question.

"We are doing great. Mr. Ragnok had the best idea and we helped! Winky and I completely cleaned Seaside Mansion for you and Mr. Lupin. We thought that you might enjoy a relaxing vacation at a private beach house." Harry's mouth dropped open in shock. A seaside mansion? A vacation? He had never had one before. It seemed like a dream.

"Well done, I love the surprise. Now tell me, how can I get there?" Harry turned to the goblin when he cleared his throat.

"I can answer that Mr. Potter. I would be willing to make you a goblin portkey to get there directly. Now, I cannot give one to Mr. Lupin yet, as he is not a Potter nor keyed into the wards. I will give you one for him for when he is keyed into them. Make sure to do that when you first get there." Harry nodded and held out his hand to receive the portkey that looked like a metal armband. He slipped it up his forearm and settled it halfway on his bicep. Ragnok handed Harry another one for Remus. The teen slipped in into his satchel.

"Thank you very much, Ragnok. I really appreciate everything you have done for me. Is there a way I can easily spend money without carrying a money pouch?"

"Certainly, I was going to get to that next. I have a card that will be keyed to you and only you. It has an unlimited amount to use and it will come directly from your vault. Please place a drop of blood onto the gold square on the back." Harry pricked his thumb and placed it directly on the square. When Ragnok turned the card over, the Potter crest was showing all of its glory. His name and birthday were there, along with vault numbers and a pin code. The pin code was used for the merchants. It looked exactly like a muggle credit card with slight magical changes.

"This is your muggle ID, insurance card, credit card and passport." Harry place the items in the bag he was carrying, after repeating the same process as his wizard credit card.

"Thanks again, Directory Stonefist. You've done more than I have asked. I want to thank you again. May your gold run like a never ending river." Harry shook the goblins hand.

"Your welcome, Mr. Potter. You are always welcome at any Gringotts." Ragnok bowed to Harry and stood at the healer's Wing doors. He spoke to a healer before briskly leaving the room. Remus stood to the side, waiting patiently.

"You ready, cub? We have a long day ahead of us if we are shopping." Harry nodded brightly at him and grinned wildly. Dobby, Winky and Hedwig all disappeared to finish their business at the Seaside Mansion.

"Yes, I'm ready. Shall we shop 'til we drop?" Remus looked at him oddly before Harry sighed. "It's a muggle thing."

Remus just shrugged his shoulders. The two walked from the room and meandered their way down a few hallways with a goblin guide. They came to the main part of the building and took a deep breath. Harry checked his glamour before they walked out into the open. Their eyes shut at the brightness of the sun's rays when they stepped outside the building. Harry checked the time; it was just after 8 in the morning. There were a few people milling about. The teen glanced over at Remus.

"You ready to do this, Moony? It's about time I did some serious shopping." Harry clapped his hands together loudly.

Welcome Back, Harry… He jumped slightly at the voice. It had been a long time, well about three months, since he heard it.