Chapter 2:

Harry opened his eyes, looking around the room trying to determine when he had returned to.

'Ahh. The Leaky Cauldron.'

That meant the summer before third year. Jumping out of bed, he began to get a mental list together.

'First things first. A letter to McGonagall changing from Divination to Runes.'

When he, Hermione, and Luna were stuck in the Sanctuary, he tried his hand at both Arthimancy and Ancient Runes. He didn't get very far with the Arthimancy due to it being like math and he hated math but Runes, on the other hand were special. Hermione had been shocked, surprised, and slightly jealous in his ability to read, write, and use them. He had surpassed her within six months. Luna thought it hilarious and still did as a matter of fact.

'Then I need to get some blank journals.'

That was something that needed to be started right away. He had found a spell that could transfer anything written in any book into a personal grimorie. It wasn't that Hermione or Luna could perform it. They just didn't have the power to get everything in one go. At best they could copy a book within a month, maybe, depending on the thickness. Harry could do the vast Potter library in a week. As a result he was the one to cast the spell. This time the Hogwarts Library was going to be included.

'I also need Dobby to start on fixing the Sanctuary so that we can use it as a base again. Maybe I'll let him deal with the traitor this time like he wanted to before.'

That was a tough pill to swallow. All three of them were willing to give certain people and species a second chance. Dobby and Winky both wanted to end Kreacher's life, stating he was a bad elf. Hermione wouldn't hear of it and he had backed her. Now that had returned to bite them in the arse. Not this time. This time he'd handle the little creep himself.

Now dressed, Harry went towards his trunk, making another mental note to get the special ones from the Sanctuary. A quick note on a piece of parchment was scribbled out, rolled up, and given to his faithful friend Hedwig to deliver. Once that was done, he left the room, went to the main part of the inn and entered the Alley from the brick courtyard.

He made his way to a little known shop just off Diagon Alley, opposite from Knockturn Alley. It held the blank journals that he needed. A quick stop inside netted him seven. They were special in that they were never ending in page count, durable, spell resistant to anyone not bonded to it. And he already knew that the spell to transfer written works would work with them. Three would be for the magical books and two for the Muggle ones. One he decided needed to be his special cook book. Cooking had a way of relaxing him and let him think. It didn't matter that his girls loved his cooking. The last one would combine all of his ancestors journals.

He thought his girls would like them that way. Previously Hermione had placed everything in one. She soon learned that when she called up a subject a third of the time it brought a Muggle one forward having her to restate her request in more detail. This would help all of them in the long run without Hermione getting frustrated with it and for him and Luna having to listen to her when she was in rant mode. As much as he loved her Hermione in full rant mode was not something that he wanted to deal with a lot.

With the books in hand he made him way to another little known spot. The Knight Bus Stop. Who knew that the Bus had an actual stop?

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Fifteen hellish minutes later Harry was on the edge of Sherwood Forest. Double checking around him, he made sure that he was alone, Harry made his way into the dark wood. As he walked he reflected on what he had learned about the Sanctuary. Built by Geoffrey Potter, with the help of his friend, Robin of Locksley, aka Robin Hood, the Potter family began to help those in need during those trying times. After all how could a Muggle have so much luck against such odds? He had help from a wizard, the afore mentioned Geoffrey. King Richard the first recognized the Potters for the selflessness, giving them title and land. Geoffrey asked only for Sherwood Forest. Richard gave it to him in such a way that when the King died and John ascended to the throne he couldn't seize it. The property stayed within the family since then.

Which had Harry thinking as to what had been going through his father's mind when he left the protections of the Sanctuary for the cottage in Godric's Hallow? The wards on this place were powerful, very powerful. In fact Harry had felt safer behind them than he did anywhere else, including Gringotts, where the wards were legendary in their power.

But those thoughts would have to wait as Harry had arrived at the main gate. One shallow cut to his left hand, a smear of blood on the crest, and 'BAM' an open gate. As he approached the main door it swung open on its own, letting him into the entrance hall.

"Dobby"

A rather excited elf popped into place in front of him.

"Mister Harry Potter Sir! Yous call Dobby?"

"Yes."

"Whats can Dobby do for the Great Harry Potter?"

"I know about the bond Dobby."

Dobby started wringing his ears. He had hoped that Master Harry would not find out about that.

"While that was a sneaky thing to do I accept it."

A sigh came from the elf.

"I'll leave discussing the details to Hermione. You are to treat her and Luna Lovegood as you would if they were the Ladies of my house. Understand?"

"Dobby understands. You are Master Harry. They is Mistress Mione and Mistress Lune."

"Right. Now this will be our home."

Dobby looked around. Although the structure was sound, no holes in the roof and such, the interior needed a lot of work. As happy as this made him he knew that he would need a lot help to get it done quickly.

"I don't expect you do get everything done right away. In fact I don't need much ready until next summer. Right now I need just the library to be safe."

Dobby let out another sigh. His master's orders helped to take the pressure off. He would have time to organize and plan. He followed his Master into the library. While the books themselves were protected the furniture had not.

"Can master give Dobby some minutes to right the room?"

Harry nodded. He then watched as an elf tornado flew around the room, fixing, repairing, painting various chairs walls, whatever needed. Ten minutes later 'Tornado' Dobby was done and very winded.

"That was wonderful Dobby but don't ever push yourself like that again. Understand?"

"Yes Master Harry."

"Now just rest while I set this up."

Harry went to a centralized table and laid on it three of the books he had purchase on the top, opening each book to the first page. He then stepped back, closed his eyes, and gathered his magic. The room practically came alive. A swish of his wand in a very precise pattern saw all the books tremble. Ghostly images came out of the books and made their way towards the open journals, in an orderly fashion. It reminded him of cartoon movie he saw once where the wizard sang a song directing all of his stuff into his bag. That was a rather fun day.

With that done he left the room and made his way into the Master Study. This room was almost pristine in condition. Just a layer of dust on everything. A swish of his wand cleaned to room. He made his way towards the huge plaque of the family crest that took up most of the wall behind the desk.

From his time before Harry knew exactly which pieces to press. Whoever made the crest had been a genius. Hidden buttons, knobs, pieces that could be removed, shifted, and placed in a new location all made that wards come to life, power down or go on alert. The three of them had spent a month just working on different configurations and working on combinations. With that in mind he set it to the one that they had used until the traitor had gotten in. The mighty house gave several shutters, whistles, and groans before settling down with the wards up. His work here was done. At least for now.

Turning to leave the room, Harry snapped his fingers as he remembered a couple of things. First he went to the enclosed bookcase across from the Crest. A flick of his wand unlocked it. He placed another blank journal in front of it and did the same spell as in the library. It was probably risky in doing this by to Harry it was worth it. Contained in the bookcase were the journals of his ancestors. All of them. Within the journals were stories, spells, and kinds of stuff that could make or break entire nations. In the previous timeline he had only skimmed them. This time around he planned to actually read them.

Judging that he probably had an hour to wait for the books to be absorbed in the Study, Harry left the room and went into what would be the kitchen area. There on a shelf were three cookbooks. Harry cast the spell again and within five minutes the copy was done. He returned to the hallway and went further down to another door that was almost hidden from view. This door was locked and it, too, had the family crest on it. Unlike the ward crest this one needed to be unlocked in a special manner. Harry did the sequence and the door popped open. He was still enthralled by it.

The open door revealed a set of stairs leading straight down. A ten minute descent and then another ten minute walk in a cavern revealed to true Potter wealth.

Harry had learned that the Potter family never trusted the goblins since the time of Geoffrey. It seems the goblins sided with the wrong side given their greed. When Richard came into power, with Geoffrey's help a lot of the laws that are still in use today went into effect. As a result of this only one percent of the Potter wealth was kept in the goblin run bank. This used mostly for school fees, taxes, and such.

Thanks to this, Harry didn't have to go back to get more money for his upcoming purchases. Going towards a set of bags hanging on the wall to his right, he grabbed one of the 'Robin' specials. This bag held the equivalent of a million Galleons or Pounds or a combination of both. Harry wasn't sure how the bag did the Muggle money give how much the currency had changed over the years, but the bag knew. It was one of those things that he mentioned when he wanted to rile Hermione and Luna up at the same time. They hated the fact that they couldn't figure it out.

With bag in hand, he levitated the amount he wanted in both currencies into the bag. Once that was done he went over to the trunk rack. These, too, were special. Each trunk contained two to three rooms each. The beauty of them was that they could be internally connected while being apart on the outside. Robin and his Merry Men used them a great deal. It was how they got from one place to another faster than the Sheriff's men. Over the centuries the trunks had been added to. If all the trucks were interlinked then he would have a fifty room house, with a Quidditch pitch.

As tempting as it was to bring the pitch truck, Harry grabbed the three that he thought that they would most need. Placing the three trunks together on the ground, Harry raised his wand and did the family joining spell. The three trunks glowed gold for a minute then moved together like a magnet had moved them, linking them together. When the glowing stopped the trunks unlinked and were ready to be shrunk. That was what Harry did now. He then turned and went back into the cavern to return to the house.

Dobby was in awe of the magic that his master displayed and for the power of the wards. He had never felt this safe and realized that his energy was quickly returning.

Harry saw Dobby waiting for his by the Master Study door when he returned to the hallway. The door to the vault cave closed and locked itself behind him. He made his way to the little being.

"Do you want to stay here or come to the Leaky Cauldron with me?"

"Would Master Harry mind if Dobby stays here? Dobby can still hear Master from Master's home. Master's home is very powerful."

"That's fine with me. I'll catch the Knight bus and….."

"Master Harry will nots travel like a common Wizard. Dobby will take Master Harry to his room at the Wizard Inn."

"Okayyyy."

Harry had barely time to think as the elf popped him back to his room.

"Does Master Harry needs anything else?"

"Not right now. I'll come back in a week to retrieve the books. Make sure not move them until I get them."

"Master Harry calls Dobby and Dobby will takes Master Harry home."

"Alright Dobby I'll call."

With a nod of his head the determined elf popped away.