A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

Chapter 5: A Letter from Fate and Breakfast with the Family

Harry James Potter laid down on the massive bed in his new room, and he was surprised at how much space was available to him. After years of living in a cupboard and then the tiny room at the Dursleys, he was slightly pensive with his new accommodations.

His new bedroom was easily larger than the dorm he shared with his fellow Gryffindors at Hogwarts. The dark blue walls were covered by an endless stream of bookshelves, and he figured he had close to three hundred books already on them. Luckily his counterpart was a clean freak and everything was neatly organized throughout the room.

Unable to sleep, Harry's thoughts returned to his heartfelt meeting with his new family. After the adults had informed him, he was more than forgiven for his past actions, he was overwhelmed with questions from everyone. The interrogation lasted for several hours, and went well into dinner and then desert. He did his best to answer all questions as truthfully as he could, and by the time he was done, everyone was more than ready to go to bed.

Unlike the rest of his family members, Harry was nowhere near ready to go to sleep. The excitement of being with the family he yearned for all of his life was too much for him, and when his restlessness continued to grow, he realized what he could do to kill some time.

Harry got up and quickly put on a pair of dark blue jeans, a forest green button-down shirt and a pair of dragons hide boots that he found under his bed. He quietly made his way down the stairs and out of the house. Once he was safely away from the Manor wards, Harry apparated to his Island.

As soon as he arrived, Harry was struck dumb at the changes. Where once the Island shores were littered with rocks and seaweed, it was now graced by a beautiful beach made of white sand. The beach stretched for miles on either side, and if he were a betting man, he would bet the white sand could now be found wrapped around the entire Island. Harry shook his head in wonder at the changes Death had made, and found himself walking down a cobblestone pathway that never existed before.

When the walkway finally ended, Harry was stunned to see the massive abode that was in front of him. Gone was the small Manor Riddle had put there for his personal use. In its place lay a structure that was almost as big as Potter Manor. The colour scheme and some of the architectures were different, but he was definite the house was just as large.

Harry made his way to the front door and followed the instructions that Death had left in his mind. He wrapped his hand around the door handle, and winced when a needle suddenly pricked his skin. Harry knew to spread the droplets of blood that were pooling on his palm all across the surface of the door handle. Once he was done, he grabbed the handle again, and suddenly he felt his magic connect to the wards around the House.

Upon entering the Manor, Harry was amazed at the size of the waiting room. The furniture and decorations were elegantly done, but they still exuded the wealth and power of the house. When he walked further into the room, Harry noticed a white envelope resting on top of a large black book. As soon as he got closer to it, he realized the envelope was addressed to him, and tore it open to retrieve the letter that was inside.

Dear Harry Potter,

Since you have already met my sister, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Fate and I have been watching you since your birth in your home world. You my young friend are a truly outstanding individual. The pain and suffering that you have endured throughout your young life, would have broken most people. But you did not let your trials defeat you. Instead, you used them to make yourself stronger. When I learned of the future my sister would face, I could think of no one better suited to become her Champion.

In the thousands of years that I have charted the destinies of mankind, I have learned how poorly humans react to power. The more they have available, the more it warps them into becoming cruel and greedy beings. During this time, I have only seen a few souls who were pure enough to resist the temptation to abuse their power. In you, I sense such an individual.

The moment you decided to become my sister's Champion, I saw the many horrors you will one day face in this new world. I knew you would need help to emerge victorious, and so I allowed you to keep your alternate's Magical core. As soon as you absorbed his magic into your own, you became more powerful than you ever would have been in your own world. This allowed me to grant you a gift which is storm caller. In all of history, I have only granted this boon to three people. I have given this gift to Merlin, Godric and finally you. Strom caller is gift which means you are lightning elemental. I also have given the ability to perform magic wandlessly.

The power I have given you will be needed for you to overcome the Voldemort in your new world, Mr. Potter. I believe you have the heart and strength of character to not abuse the gift I have given you. The books that are under this letter, were written by Merlin and Godric on their research and progress to control the gift. I also gave you books written by Salazar on wandless and parsel magic. I urge you to learn all you can about your new abilities as well as Potter and Black family magic as I have taken the liberty to bring the books from the other dimension and they are in library as well as all the books you had, because you will need every advantage you can get in the upcoming war. The rules prohibit me from giving you details about your future, but I can tell you that without this power, you will not be capable of defeating this world's Voldemort. The man you will face is infinitely worse than the one you have already defeated. Do not take him lightly, or countless worlds will pay for your mistake.

My apologies for such a maudlin letter, Mr. Potter. Now that it's over, I will end this on a happier note. I hope you don't mind the few changes that I have made with your former residence. After two years of living here, I can't believe you haven't done anything to improve this wonderful Island. It's a true crime that you have spent so much time in Riddle's hovel, when you had Potter Manor just waiting to be pulled out from the Goblin transport sphere. Since you were too lazy to do it yourself, I took the liberty of destroying the old house, and putting your Manor there instead. In case you ever decide to bring people over, I have taken the liberty to change the outward appearance of the house, so it won't look exactly like your parents' home.

Also, the number of rooms inside have been decreased, but to compensate the other rooms are now larger. As for your personal items, they have already been unpacked into the Master bedroom. The trunks that contain your money can be found at the foot of your bed, and my last gift to you was the beach I put around your Island. I hope you like it, and take the time to use it and relax.

While moving things around, I came upon the potion you were working on before my sister picked you up for your meeting. I must say I'm very impressed with your hard work, and I would like offer my congratulations on finally completing your masterpiece. I've seen how diligently you have worked on it, and I'm happy that it is finally finished. If you would be willing to take some advice, I would suggest adding seven drops of blood from the person who will be drinking the potion. I think the results will surprise you.

I wish you well in your new life, Mr. Potter. Just remember, your fate is always in your own hands. The choices you make will determine what your future will hold. Good luck and use your gifts wisely.

Sincerely,

Fate

P.S. Your parents want you to know that they are happy that you are finally getting to experience the love of family. Also, Sirius would like me to remind you that he still expects you to fulfil the promise you made to him in your old world. In the not-so-distant future, you will get a chance to do just that. If you don't fight against it, I'm positive you will be pleased by the results. Goodbye, Mr. Potter.

As soon as Harry finished the letter, he immediately found himself reading it again. He couldn't believe his potion was a success. The second he had some free time; he would make an appointment with Ripclaw and have them start locating candidates for testing. If everything worked out like he wanted, by Christmas he would be able to give Moony one hell of a present.

Once he was done revelling in his achievement, Harry looked around and winced at the size of the Manor. He really wanted to take a tour of it, and wished he had a guide to help. "Damn, I would love to have a House Elf right now."

No sooner were the words out of his mouth, that an elf popped up right in front. "Hello Master Harry Potter Sir. I be Mipsy. Can I be helping you with something?"

"Ah, where did you come from, Mipsy, and why are you calling me Master?"

"I be waking up from the long sleep by the pretty lady with yellow hair, Master. She be telling me to tell yous that the others needing to be waking soon. We all be bonded to you already Master."

Harry almost groaned when he realized what Mipsy was talking about. The Voldemort from his world wanted to have multiple Islands like the one he already made, and he planned to have all of them run by an army of house elves.

In his own sick little way, snake face had come up with the perfect plan to do just that. He took five pairs of elves from his followers and used them to breed his own little elf army. By the time he reached two hundred elves, the breeders he chose ended up dying and snake face placed the new elves in stasis.

If Harry understood Mipsy correctly, Fate had somehow bound all the elves to him, and woken up the happy elf that now stood in front of him.

Forcing himself not to sigh, Harry looked at the hyper elf and said, "Okay, let get some ground rules straight. I don't need you to use my full name. Harry sir is good enough."

"Yes, Harry Sir," Mipsy replied happily.

"Second, I don't want any elf to punish themself. If you do something wrong, come to me and I'll figure out what to do then."

When Harry saw the elf nod her head furiously in agreement, he knew he wouldn't be able to deal with all two hundred at the same time.

"Do you know how much longer the stasis will last on the other elves, Mipsy?"

"Yes, Harry Sir. Pretty lady be saying most will stay for another year and a half, but many be ready in a year."

When he realized he would have some time before he dealt with the elf situation, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you need any more elves to be woken up right now, Mipsy?"

"Yes, Harry Sir. Mipsy be a cooking elf. I not be knowing how to deal with planty buildings. Harry Sir will need three elves to care for all the plantys and two elves to be helping with the Manor."

Harry nodded his head and said, "Okay Mipsy. Do you need me to waken them, or can you choose the right elves and do it yourself?"

"I can bes doing it Harry Sir. I just be needing yours permission."

When he readily gave his permission, the little elf popped away without another word, leaving Harry once again alone in the Manor. The day's events were finally catching up to him, and Harry found himself suddenly yawning from his fatigue. Deciding the rest of the Manor could be looked over another day, Harry quickly made his way out of the house and apparated back to Potter Manor.

The next three weeks were the happiest of Harry's life. His relationship with his parents improved in leaps and bounds, and he was proud that his siblings were finally beginning to forgive him for his counterpart's past actions. He also used this time to once again bond with Sirius and Remus, and quickly became friends with Sirius' wife Amy and their son Orion.

Unfortunately, their daughter Alex was still not ready to forgive him. Since she was the same age as him, Harry knew she had tried the hardest to get through to his counterpart. Before the other Harry had begun to push people away, Alex had been his closest friend.

Due to their friendship, his counterpart had done and said a lot of mean things to finally push her away. For those actions, Harry knew she wasn't anywhere near ready to forgive him. It was tough for him, but he promised himself that one day he would win her over.

Along with all his hard work in repairing his relationships with his family, Harry had been diligent in reading through the books of Merlin Godric and Salazar that Fate had given him, as well as building up his new body with a good exercise and diet plan. Between working out in the morning, hanging out with his family throughout the day, and pouring over his studies at night, Harry was as busy as he'd ever been.

A week before his eleventh birthday, Harry finished his morning workout early, and decided to treat his family by making breakfast. When he put on a pair of black jeans and a blue t-shirt shirt, Harry grimaced at how tight the clothes rested against his body. Thanks to Death he had already undergone a small growth spurt, and now at 5'4", he was quite tall for an incoming first year.

Once he was in the kitchen, Harry quickly pulled out the things he would need to make everyone their favourite breakfast. His time with the Dursleys had turned him into a decent chef, and he was quite capable of making his way around a kitchen. Cooking was one of the few things he didn't mind doing for his former guardians, because it was something he really enjoyed to do.

The fruits of his labour soon spread throughout the Manor, and the mouth-watering aroma awoke everyone almost simultaneously. As the various members of the Potter family followed their nose downstairs, Harry was busy flipping an omelette like a professional. He was so intent on what he was doing, he never noticed his family watching silently behind him.

Lily rested her head against her husband's shoulder and with the rest of her family she watched in awe as her eldest son cooked them breakfast. She couldn't believe how easily he moved through the kitchen and to her it seemed like he'd been doing it for years. Seeing yet another talent her son possessed, Lily was amazed at how remarkable he really was.

It pained her that she had lost so many years being estranged from her son, but as soon as those thoughts came in her head, she quickly banished them away. Harry had finally come back to their family, and the past three weeks were some of the happiest of her life. She refused to dwell on the painful memories from the past, when she had a chance to build happy memories now and in the future.

When Harry flipped the omelette high in the air, spun around and caught it expertly in a plate with his other hand, Lily could understand why her youngest son started clapping in appreciation. The move was worthy of a professional Chef, and she feltlike joining Daniel in expressing her admiration of her elder son's skills.

The clapping was enough to make Harry aware of his visitors, and when he turned around, Lily smiled at the surprised expression on her son's face.

"That was wonderful, sweetie," she said to eldest son. "I had no idea you could cook so well."

Harry blushed at his mother's praise, and shrugged his shoulders. "It's no big deal, mum. During my research into the muggle world, I ended up buying several cookbooks and decided to try them out. Cooking is not really that hard. It's kind of like potions. You just have to make sure to monitor the fire, cut the ingredients the right way, and know when and how often to stir things."

Lily walked over to her son and gently kissed him on the cheek. "Well thank you very much for your services, Chef Potter. Can I help you with anything?"

Harry turned red at all the attention he was receiving from his mother, and shook his head vigorously. "No need to do anything, mum. Just sit down at the table and start eating. Everything is already out there, and I made everyone's favourite."

When the family made their way to the dining room table, James was surprised that it was already set. The head of the table had a plate with a Denver omelette, three strips of bacon and a side of potatoes, which was his favourite breakfast.

The seat to his right, where his wife normally sat, had a bowl of fresh fruit, two sunny side eggs, and two sausage links. The seat right next to hers could only be for Daniel, since the plate contained scrambled eggs with cheese and diced sausages and bacon. Directly across from his wife was an empty plate, where Harry now sat, but the two seats next to his had a mountain of chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes, so it was obvious they were for the twins.

At the site of everyone's favourite food, James smiled at how thoughtful his eldest son was being. Since his birth, he had loved his son without any question. But the past few years it was hard to actually like him. The bitterness Harry had over been a squib, bled into all his actions, and often made being around him very difficult. James loved this new version of his son, and he prayed things would never go back to the way they were.

"Thank you very much for breakfast, Harry," James said to his son with a smile. "But you know you didn't have to go through so much trouble."

"It's okay, dad. It wasn't too much trouble, and I enjoyed doing it."

Once everyone sat down, James took a bite out of his omelette, and he couldn't believe how amazing it was. While he loved his wife to death and she had many incredible talents, unfortunately cooking wasn't one of them. He was just thankful he was able to convince Lily that having house elves was a good thing. Without them, he had no doubt his family would either live on takeout, or die from hunger.

As he continued to eat, James couldn't help but think that the meal in front of him was quite possibly the best home cooked meal he had ever eaten, even in comparison to the family house elf. By the sounds of pleasure, he could hear coming from the rest of his family, James had no doubt they would agree with the sentiment.

James was about to try the potatoes on his plate, when he heard Harry ask, "Dad, do you like being an Auror?"

The question came as a surprise for James, and he had to think hard about his answer. Once upon a time he truly enjoyed his job, but the past few years the corruption in the Ministry really hindered what he could do. Some of the people that he would bring in, would either be released on a technicality, or they were rich enough to buy their way out. Seeing criminals walk free, made doing his job a pain in the arse.

When he saw his son still patiently waiting for him to answer, James decided to be honest with him. "I used to, son. Being an Auror is an honourable profession, and I used to love being one. But lately the corruption has gotten out of hand, and I find it's not so much fun anymore."

"If you don't like it, dad, how come you don't quit?"

James grunted at the idea. "Potters are a wealthy family, Harry, but part of the reason is because most of the former Heads of our House worked for a living. Potters don't mind dipping into the fortune to pay for things, but we are raised to provide for ourselves. Besides, I've been an Auror most of my adult life. If I quit now, I wouldn't know what to do."

"If you still want to help people, you could always take your seat on the Wizengamot, dad. That could be your job. To help make our world a better place."

James smiled at his son's naivety. The Wizengamot was filled with some of the most corrupt people in all of Magical Britain. As respected and powerful as the Potter family was, they were still just one seat among many. While James really wanted to one day take his seat in the government, right now that wasn't an option for him. Even though money wasn't tight, he didn't dare risk trying to live off what was left of the Potter fortune.

After the war the destruction that was caused by Voldemort and his Death Eaters had been devastating to the economy. With the Ministry nearly bankrupt, James had used most of his money to help fix the damage. By the time he was done, the once massive Potter fortune was down to barely 15 million galleons. While that was still a lot of money for most people, he wasn't willing to depend on it, since he was still capable of working.

Now James wasn't stupid with his generosity. Despite his desire to help the less fortunate, he didn't just give his money away. No, James' actions had earned the Potters a stake in a lot of land, as well as large percentages of many different businesses throughout Magical Britain. Though he was getting money every month from those businesses, it would still take a long time for the Potters to regain their massive wealth.

"I'm not sure how good I would be as a politician, Harry. That was really something your grandfather was good at. Besides, it all comes back to having a paying job. After the war, I spent a lot of the Potter fortune to help jumpstart our stagnant economy. While we're still land rich and now have shares in most of the major businesses in our world, it will still take a long-time to replenish the family vaults. I hope to one day take my seat in the Wizengamot, but for now it's best if I continue my work as an Auror."

"Did grandad have a job?"

"Yes, he did, Harry. My grandfather lived to be a very old man, so my dad didn't have to take his Lordship until late in his life. By then, he had already worked thirty years as an Auror, and another ten years as an Unspeakable. By the time he joined the Wizengamot, my dad had made enough money that we didn't have to live off the Potter fortune at all."

While Harry admired his father's moral stance, a part of him was upset that his dad didn't want to take a larger part in the Ministry right away. It never even occurred to him that James would say no due to monetary reasons.

In his old world, part of the reason things went FUBAR so quickly, was because the only people really taking a part in deciding the country's laws, were either corrupt, neutral, or dark. For some of his future plans to work, Harry knew he would need support within the government. As his mind began to sort through the new information, Harry tried to figure out ways to get the Potter vaults some of the surplus cash he had from the other world. From the way things sounded, if his dad had money regularly coming in, he would be more amenable to take his seat in the Wizengamot.

By the time breakfast was over, Harry had an idea that would hopefully take care of some of his problems. He just needed to get to Gringotts to get it done.

When he saw his parents were getting ready to leave the breakfast table, Harry spoke up. "Mum, dad, are you guys doing anything important tonight?"

As soon as he saw his parents shake their heads in response, he said, "Do you think you could invite the Blacks and Uncle Moony over for dinner? I have something I want to talk to you guys about."

Lily looked sharply at her eldest son, and her maternal instincts screamed that he was up to something. "Is everything alright, Harry?"

Green eyes locked on to green eyes, and Harry replied, "Nothing serious, mum. I just wanted to run an idea by everyone, and I figured tonight would be the best time."

Lily was sure her son was still up to something, but decided she wouldn't push him for now.

"Okay, Harry. If you say so. I'll floo Amy and Moony in a bit, and ask them to come over later for dinner. Do you have anything planned for today? If not, I think we should take you shopping today. The clothes you're wearing now are much too tight on you."

Harry shivered at the thought of going shopping. It was too much like torture. Seeing his mum waiting for him to answer, he forced a grin on to his face and said, "Could we possibly save the shopping until after I get my Hogwarts letter? That way we wouldn't have to do it twice."

When his mother reluctantly nodded her head in agreement, Harry let out a small sigh in relief.

"I have some errands to run in Diagon alley. Would it be okay if I left for a bit?"

Lily looked at her husband before answering, and when she saw him shrug his shoulders in response, she knew he was leaving the choice up to her. When she thought about how mature Harry had been acting lately, she figured she would trust him to go by himself.

"If you want to go to the alley, then you're free to go. But I expect you back in three hours tops. A minute over and you'll be grounded until you go to school. Deal?"

Harry agreed to the terms immediately, and then quickly excused himself to go talk to his account's manager.