Chapter 1: The Seed Of Darkness

Summary: A gift from Sirius at end of Year 3 causes Harry to learn about darkness of Marauders and more importantly of his parents. Now follow Harry as he struggles with Academics, Love, Lust, Dark Wizards and his ever growing addiction to Dark Arts. Reasonably Strong Dark Arts Harry! No slash! Alive Sirius! Neutral Dumbledore! Ratings will go up for violent and sexual themes.

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fleur x Tonks
Secondary pairings up to readers.

Authors- Atlanrom (5161800)

SevenKings (5682997)

Pairings that will not show up:

Ron / Hermione (THE MOST FUCKED UP PAIRING, I CAN THINK OF. EVEN WORSE THAN REMUS/TONKS.)

Slash (Don't have anything against the gay people but not my cup of tea.) (SK: I also don't have anything against gays but I really don't want to know what you do in your spare time.)

FemSlash (To make it readable for the fairer sex.)

Incest – Not our thing. (SK: I don't know, I enjoy one every now and then. But it doesn't mean I want to do my own sister, that's just gross.)

Disclaimer: Listen well and listen all, we own Jackshit. Meaning no property of J.K. Rowlings or Warner Bros. Studio. Fuck Atlanrom can't even afford the fucking gasoline for his tank.( SK: I'm too poor to own my own apartment, that should give you an idea of how much I mooch off of others. At least, I help in keeping the place clean.)


The chapter has been redone for sake of sanity of everyone involved.


16th of June, 1994

Harry Potter at near fourteen years of age was boy with quite an active past. Fact evidenced by the fact that he was the key figure in protecting philosopher's stone, fighting a very ancient giant basilisk and finally fighting a horde of Dementors which were basically demons who stole light while at the same time saving his father's friend who apparently was also his God-father.

Active doesn't even begin to describe the first half to be true.

Currently he was working on going over the Arithmancy notes prepared by his friend Hermione for their Year Third. Harry took time to curse a lot of people for his ridiculous choice of taking Divination. He took time to curse his long time best friend Ron Weasely for being a lazy sack bag followed by cursing Professor Mcgonnall for not explaining properly about importance of electives. Lastly and most importantly he cursed himself for laziness.

Hermione had come up with a ridiculous theory for Harry's barely acceptable performance. (Cough Cough Fifth highest this year CoughCough.)

The theory was that when Harry he was young, he must have outperformed Dudley causing Dursleys to punish him and Harry must have been holding himself back ever since.

Merlin, he loved that girl like a sister he never had but she could be ridiculous. The reason why Harry had never bothered performing better was actually very simple.

Harry Potter was the laziest guy in the entire batch of 1991 of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Now, seeing the scores it could be actually hard to believe considering the fact that it was likes of Ron Weasely, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle that lurked near the bottom of the ranking of scorecard. The problem was further compounded by the fact that Harry was a member of Quidditch team. A sports which was symbolised everything anti polar to laziness.

The thing was that when he was 7, Harry Potter had realised that as long as he passed, his marks really didn't matter. It was why he never bothered with preparing for exams, why bother when he could pass by sheer memory? Instinctively Harry knew that he could for bits of effort easily go into Top 3 but the question again was why?

The fact was simple to Harry; as long as he passes no one seemed to care so why bother with working harder?

With normal kids, parents tend to push children to higher goals. With an Uncle and Aunt who didn't cared, Harry simply never got the desire to push himself higher.

In First year, Harry knew that he must work hard if he had to back up his reputation as the Boy-Who-Lived. In start, Harry became the best in his class at practical, a position which he maintained till date. In theory as well he was second to none initially, a position which Harry eventually was more than happy to give to Ms. Granger.

Harry actually liked Quidditch so he never compromised on it but same couldn't be said for academics however.

The moment Harry realised that he could apparently give up more theory of transfiguration due to higher magic reserves than classmates, so he gave it up for more sleeping time.

Similarly when Harry realised that a bit of precision in charms could be sacrificed because his magical reserves could adjust for it; Harry gave up practicing wand work till late night.

And now he was paying the price for it.

It would be prudent to mention here that a similar fact was evidenced in pre-Hogwarts schooling of Mr. Potter. Initially, Harry was amongst the Top 3 students at best and amongst Top 5 at worst. Except in mathematics.

Harry Potter was the best mathematician of his age, a fact that was noticed by all. All except by the boy in question himself. The reason for it lies in the fact of how Harry's nature in reality manifested itself.

Harry in actual life did only those questions that he deemed as easy which due to his higher intellectual nature comprised of every 8 questions out of 10. Enough to be above average but nothing more.

In the science of numbers, Harry couldn't actually tell which questions were easy because of his "disease".

Perhaps disease is not the best of terms. Disease is comprised of two words, Dis-Ease which meant the person was not at ease. Harry was completely at ease with his "problem".

Genetic Disorder seems to be a much more relevant term for purely scientific point of view. Due to small change in the DNA passed to him by his parent, Harry Potter got a scientifically speaking a malady in his brain by birth. What may be mentioned here is that what science may consider as a malady is while mostly a curse, it is also once in every while, a gift.

Improper neural association may seem far from common man's language but the truth is that in comparison with the proper scientific name, it is really a common man's term.

Our brain is often compared to a spider's web due to how nerves are linked with each other. The comparison is wrong. Or more properly an understatement. The comparison is like between a straight line and masterpieces of arts from the likes of Leonardo Da Vinci and Picasso.

The sheer complexity of network of neural connections has baffled, intrigued and confused the best of neurologists and it will probably continue to do so till the dusk of humanity.

Hence by any means, it is not a stretch to say that once in a while, one in countless nerves, connect improperly.

In Harry's case, the initial neural connection that would be responsible for his performance in mathematics joined a little higher than it was supposed to. Right into the part of brain that is responsible for movement of the eye. A small change of perhaps not even a complete inch had made Harry a gifted child.

In a process that would drive psychiatrists insane, Harry's magic simply adjusted the brain a little so that he could be "normal". A normal gifted child.

Our eye controlling reflexes are easily amongst the fastest reflexes. They are so fast, that they actually move far faster and gracefully than the rest of mind and body. Imagine a sudden sound going next to you that surprises you; your eyes will try to go to the source before your neck even starts to move.

Harry's mathematical skills gained that speed.

Flashback

A 10 year old Harry Potter was being continuously badgered by questions from a board panel of three professors, the youngest of whom was 34 and the least uneducated had a post graduation in higher mathematics.

"What is square root of 57? Answer up to ten digits of decimal." A portly man in the centre asked the young wizard the question other children of his age couldn't even begin to comprehend. However ever since having his talent in maths discovered, Mr. Samuel, the brother of the vice-principal had been assigned the job of tutoring Mr. Potter with arithmetic. It had been done so that the small time school of Surrey could finally rise to prominence.

Harry didn't even bat an eye at the question and answered a split second later.

"7.5498344352."

Apart from the slight widening of eyes, the badgering continued.

"Give value of tangent of 53 degrees."

The question of trigonometry couldn't come close.

"1.32"

A while later Harry was beginning to run at the ends of his intellect, there is so much even a genius can be taught in two years.

The last question of the day came.

"What was the day on 9th June on 1970?"

The seemingly mundane question actually required an incredible set of complex formulas to be solved in a precise and long drawn order which Harry did in seconds.

"Tuesday."

Stunned silence was left in his wake.

Flashback end

Surrey lacked the necessary mental facilities to confirm it but it was more or less concluded that Harry was a human calculator of the likes of Scott Flansburg. The man who currently holds the Guinness World Record for adding the same number to itself more times in 15 seconds than a person can do using a calculator. Unknown to them Harry was suffering from same brain condition too.

Everyone had been depressed and happy to see Harry get accepted in Hogwarts. On one hand the local celebrity was going away and on the other hand he was accepted into Hogwarts. A school renowned in the non-magical world as a school for the gifted and acceptance by invitation only.


The effect of being a local celebrity for however short time period had been immense.

Vernon and Petunia could no longer do things overtly like forcing Harry to do Dudley's homework and dressing him in rags. Being in spotlight meant many people would be more than angry with them if their little "genius" was hurt.

The cupboard below stairs would soon be empty and a cleaned Dudley's second bedroom had to be provided for Harry's use. New clothes and glasses that actually fit his vision were the new lyrics of Harry's song of life.

But regardless, Harry remained the shy boy due to his inherent nature and first eight years of emotional neglect at hands of Dursleys.

Harry however learnt three very important lessons.

#1 – People only care for what they need.

#2 – If people want you to do something for them, then never do it for free. You are worth something.

#3 – The consequence of doing something is very different when you are a celebrity. Lower marks are more acceptable because you are a "genius" and you need to focus on doing "genius" things.

Needless to say the last fact that would not help his laziness at realistic lessons of world that would change the future.


Harry at the end of the second year had ordered a book to explain electives. Unfortunately the book had been out of stock and wasn't likely to come out again because the book was primarily made for muggleborns, something not acceptable to purebloods.

In an alternate time and world, Harry would just move over the fact accepting the fact as a part of life. He would take Divination and COMC, neither of which could utilize his talent of mathematics.

In this world and dimension, Harry had tasted the power of being a celebrity and he knew that different laws of society applied to one such as him. Hence Harry dared because he had been guessing the huge difference in career choice the electives could make. He sent Hedwig back requesting a copy of back for The Harry Potter. That particular employee of Flourish and Blotts would spend hours on searching that book.

The book unfortunately came very late and by then he could not change electives. However, he still talked with Professor Mcgonnall who allowed him to drop Divination after his first class on the condition that he passed either of entrance tests of Year four of Arithmancy or Ancient Runes. Harry, the ever lazy had intended to pass only a single elective however ended up hearing a stray remark from Professor of Transfiguration.

Flashback

"Mr. Potter, I hope you pass both of them. Your mother was quite simply brilliant with both of the electives." The Professor offered offhandedly.

Flashback finished

Now determined to get at least acceptable in both of them, Harry owl-ordered the books and opened the books of the electives. Ancient Runes was as hard as he was told, but it was Arithmancy that shook him to core.

Initially he had all but accepted that Arithmancy was nothing but mathematical aspect of Divination, a shoddy subject that Harry was totally sick of. Boy was he wrong. While a beginning of the course did comprise of Divination, the moment one got past it and delved into Charms and how they functioned, Harry was thrown into a spin. It had been at that moment he realized how close he had came to making a disastrous mistake.


Harry had once more sacrificed the time for study of his current courses. But now he was doing something that was actually productive. And Harry could be productive when he set his mind to it. The fact that he was going through end of Fifth year book on Arithmancy was a proof of it.

His favourite subject had once again enthralled him.

It took him three months to go through the relation in numbers and magic. The moment he had finished it, the formulas and procedures told their secrets to him like a piece of art did to an artist.

However, Harry was but a boy and there were but 24 hours in a day. As a result the theoretical aspects of his subject hit an all time bottom low. However, his newfound Arithmetical approach allowed him an inner view in the practical aspects of magical subjects like nothing else could.

Transfiguration could be made more precise by injecting an adequate magic into the object, manipulate the magic and you can manipulate the object. Drain back the excess magic and voila! More draining than manipulating object externally through magic but it had unmatched precision. Harry could actually feel the drain in harder changes but he knew they were minimal.

Harry wondered why the way was not taught in the course. The answer was something Harry would find in one of the last days of the summer holidays. Harry had magical strength higher than some weaker fifth years! The strength could be increased by regularly practicing stronger magics. Unfortunately all the stronger magics were restricted or forbidden.

The problem was unknowingly solved when Remus Lupin taught the Patronus charm to Harry Potter. The year long extra lessons of the restricted charm had regularly gave an exercise to Harry's magical core, forcing it to expand. Unbelievably, The Patronus charm is restricted y the Ministry for an actually valid set of reasons.

There are five stages to the Patronus charm. Level 1, 2 and 3 for weaker wizards and level 4 and 5 for stronger wizards. Level 1 was a faint mist while level 2 and 4 were shields thought the level 4 shields provided much more protection and glows much more brightly.

The problem is that there is little difference seemingly in class 5 Patronus and Class 3 Patronus. Hence there was a chance that people could think that they could fend off dozens of Dementors.

Hell, most fifth years who thought they could generate a class 5 Patronus actually generate a class 3 Patronus. A problem which got many kissed by Dementors or devoured by Lenthifolds accidently.

Additionally, The final stage of the Patronus required immense pressure of magic to condense the light magic to fend off dozens of Dementors or Lenthifolds. Again, trying to generate such pressures could be incredible dangerous, which caused the Ministry to restrict the magic. Still considering it was a Light magic, a fine of ten galleons was all that one could take for learning the magic. Still the magic was forbidden from being taught in books with exception of Auror guides.

Magical strength was something however that couldn't help in the class of Filius Flitwick. Charms were a little more complex but a lot less draining. Still Arithmancy helped. Why a swish is used, instead of flick? What exactly incantations are? All of it was there in middle of year four Arithmancy book. Most teens don't have necessary dedication or mathematical skills to break down spells and build them back up from ground.

Both qualities that Harry had in spades.

Potions was a similar case of memorising why and when of certain addition of ingredients and stirs of potion. A little bit of magical infusion using the stirring rod in a manner similar to using wand to channel magic at a certain points could make up for certain imperfections in the cutting, slicing and stirring. A fact not till the NEWT.

However, all the Arithmancy in the world couldn't teach him the history of spells or potions. Things asked in theoretical papers. Things he couldn't give shit about.

As a result Harry Potter became conundrum in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The boy who could name neither the origin of spells nor their creator but could do spells on par with the professors themselves.

Harry had never cared what others thought of him and he wasn't about to start.

Still his method had a flaw. Along with his training for Patronus charm (something he was desperate to learn. Harry feared for his sanity if a Dementor forced him to recall the night of his parents murder.), he was also spending increasingly large amounts of time to rediscovering his passion for his talent in maths.

His marks in History of Magic slammed down to a Troll, something he eventually managed to bring back up to Acceptable after a discussion with Professor Mcgonnall. Read whipping.

Astronomy went down to Acceptable along with Herbology in which he was barely passable.

The only subject that he was doing well enough was Care of Magical creatures due to the blatant favoritism Hagrid showed. Harry had an Outstanding with distinction even though he had attended only every second or third class. Thankfully, saving that hippogriff was worth something. It was enough for Hagrid to "conveniently forget" about the fact that Harry's attendance was not even 40% in comparison to the required 80%.

Harry at this stage simply couldn't care less. He knew he could do better in OWL, till then nothing mattered except passing. Whether he passed at Acceptable or Outstanding with distinction made no difference till he passed and performed well enough in OWL.

With a sigh, Harry closed the OWL level book and Harry gazed at the Rune book. Harry knew that he had to study Ancient Runes because the sixth year book of Arithmancy had suggested so. There was a major application of basic Runes in higher Arithmancy.

Thankfully Harry had once finishing third Arithmancy ordered the entire set till NEWT. He knew that he had to pass OWL at least. However he was a lot behind in Runes. He was barely on fifth of ten chapters of the book. Hopefully he could complete it by the end of the summer break.

His musings were interrupted by his pet owl and all-time friend, Hedwig screeched in her cage. She was pointing at somewhere or something. Or perhaps someone.

Harry looked up to see that it was Sirius at his window, with both hands on the ledge. Sirius removed one hand to wave at Harry and pointed at the window. When Harry opened it and Sirius lifted himself in with some help from the boy.

Harry asked beginning the conversation, "Sirius, what are you doing here?"

"What, can't a man go and greet his favourite godson one more time before he has to go into hiding? Why so 'Sirius'?" The man joked using his own name as a pun.

Harry ignored the pun with the ease born from ignoring Ron's snoring at night. Still a part of him winced at the joke, which even at first glance Harry could tell was overused to the very extreme.

Sirius looked around his God-son's room to find the place slightly messy with books everywhere. Even the bed had a few texts lying on it that Sirius could read was Arithmancy books and Runes.

"I thought you would disappear after I rescued you." Harry stated; Sirius was still a fugitive wanted by the Ministry of Magic. It would make sense since if Sirius was spotted again; the Aurors would come especially if he was spotted near Harry.

Most of Britain's Wizarding World seem to love to place Harry on a pedestal and would not hesitate to 'protect' him from things they consider dangerous. Not like it worked during the first three years...

"Bah, this is more important." Sirius waves his hand, "Since I was imprisoned in Azkaban for most of your life, I didn't get you any presents so happy birthday." He then reached into his pockets and revealed a simple large picture with a house on it. He was holding it very carefully by the chain.

"This is a picture with a simple enchantment on it. Do you know anything on Portkeys?" Sirius explained and then asked.

Harry nod, "Ron's dad is taking me to see the Quidditch World Cup this summer. We're taking a Portkey to get there." Never let it be said that Harry doesn't research stuff, he just has a hard time learning things when they don't interest him.

"Excellent, then do you know how to use one?" Silence answered Sirius's question, "Okay, I think that explains everything. Now, in laymen's terms what you have to do is touch the picture, call out "war shack" and it'll take you to a place predetermined. Which just so happens to be an Unplottable Land and House that the Marauders have kept as our secret base. Touch the painting again and it'll take you back to the location in which you Portkey'd from. The best part is that the suckers at the Ministry can't track these types of Portkeys, do you still have the Marauder's map?"

Harry quickly went over to his trunk and see if he could find it. After a few minutes of searching, Harry raised it above his head, "Excellent, Harry; when you go there, be sure to grab it as well. Now, I must be off, goodbye Harry."

Sirius placed the picture on Harry's desk and went out the window. Vernon Dursley, who heard the commotion, opened the front door only to find a black dog on his front lawn. The mangy mutt even had the gall to piss on Vernon's prize-winning gnomes before running off when Vernon chased him for ten feet before wheezing, "And stay away from my gnomes!"

He looked up to see that the window to that boy's room was opened, "Shut that blasted window, boy. I'm paying good money on the air conditioner and I don't need to pay more because you have the window opened."

After what was known as 'the Aunt Marge incident of '93,'Vernon and Harry came to an agreement in which Harry would be either treated as a human being or ignored and Harry wouldn't cause anymore problems that were magical in nature.

Harry also stretched that he wasn't responsible for any magic performed by people who came over to the house but he would make sure to tell them the rules.

Harry watched Sirius disappear as he closed the window, he looked at Hedwig who tilted her head as if to ask why, "I don't know Hedwig, I don't know."

Later

It was close to midnight when Harry decided to use the Portkey given to him by Sirius. In his hands were the Marauders Map that Sirius stressed was important, the ever-handy invisibility cloak along with his wand and flashlight.

The illegal Portkey courtesy of Sirius was taken in hand which Harry activated by a cry of "war shack", the most dreadful sensation of hook in navel followed which ended with Harry landing on his ass.

Harry touched the painting and a milder interbuilding Portkey was triggered. A last defence against those who manage to infiltrate the shack.

Harry looked around in the house he had arrived and wondered how he was going to find the marauder stash when the light of the Marauder's map, he could see some words written on the blank piece of paper...

Padfoot states that someone has found the house.

Prongs states that this person has Marauder's blood in them. All in favor of handing the location over.

Moony states aye...

Wormtail states aye...

Padfoot states aye...

Prongs states aye as well...

As soon as Prongs had finish writing, the words disappeared and a map of a location that Harry didn't know about. It was only when he saw the dot with his name on it and an X with the word 'stash' did he finally understood.

When Harry finally reached the location, in front of him was a door. He took a deep breath and opened the door. Inside was a library filled with books, books and ... books? Curiously as to what was inside, Harry grabbed the closest book to him, opened the first page.

What was written on the page shook him to the bottom of his core.

The title was written in a royal style that was used in somewhere in late 11th century, the ink a faded blue with the covering of book a rotten skin or something but all these were things he noted subconsciously. The words that he noted consciously were.

"Whisperings of the Dementors,
An Introduction to Intermediate Darker Aspects of Magic
by
Arustus Magnus the Imperial."

"Intermediate Dark magic? Who would be studying..."Further ponderings were stopped when Harry read few words on the top right corner of the introductory page of the book.

"Lily Potter, the red swan of Gryffindor."Harry mentally read out tracing the words engraved on page due to the quill being pressed hard on the parchment. Lily Evans and later Lily Potter used to write while putting an extra amount of force on the quill causing the words to bolden and given an embossed effect.

Harry knew that much from coming across Pre-Hogwarts notebook of his mother that Petunia had failed to throw out. Not the hat she failed to correct the "mistake".

Harry's mind had already accepted that his mother was delving into dark arts but the heart is never the slave of mind, is it? Otherwise so many problems would have ceased to exist. Mind made up, Harry turned the page. What's the worst that could happen?

Famous Last Words.


When Harry was finished, he was a changed teen. Perhaps a changed man considering the fact that the fourteen year old had never had a chance to be a child or a teen either. He had confirmed it. His mother had read every single page of the book and perhaps more than a dozen times if the various notes on the sideline were any indication.

And if that had not been a devastating blow to the mental image of his parents then the next event surely was. It was during one of the last pages on the sidelines for notes of page.


Page 947- Crustae Explodra Reductis – Degradation Blasting Curse

Honey

Don't use the spell. Not worth the effort. Uses too much magic and too little effect to show. Refer to page 13,124,156,356,565 and 798 for similar blasting magics but more efficiency. Page 834 – Dark Reductor from Introduction to Darker magics by Arrhenius Black is personally speaking most efficient but there is only so much magic it can take before spell structure starts to show magical boost-power efficiency degrading affect. Refer to Page 62 of Higher Dark Arts to overcome. Research on Higher Fiendfyre and Fire elements for Dark Arts Mastery Aspirants by Gellert Grindelward is something Moony is recommending. It's too complex for me but surely you can make heads or tail of it.

Love

Prongs


The fact that everyone save for Wormtail and Sirius were deep in dark arts was something that shook him to core. Research by Dark Lord Grindelward? Where the fuck they got it? And Remus as well as his father read it? And Moony understood it?! His father's show of grasp of magical theory and master-level Arithmancy in conjunction with higher level dark arts almost made him faint at the spot. And this guy lasted less than a minute Riddle?! WTF is Riddle?! Only one word came in his mind. Overpowered. Too fucking overpowered. And this guy was out there to kill him! FUCK! FUCK! in fucking underlined and bold!

Unknowingly a feeling of dread and a pit of coldness settled in his stomach.

Wormtail was a Death Eater and a traitor to boot so his delving in dark arts was assured. But was Sirius the only one in the group to be not neck deep in dark arts? He needed to check just how much knowledge in dark arts knowledge was there in this forgotten house? And more importantly who and how much had his parents and their friends delved into them.

It was then he came across a thick compilation of parchments neatly stapled at a corner and covered in plastic folder. Harry turned the page.

"A Research into Curses no one forgives
by
Marauders"

Harry turned the page ignorant to the simple fact that curses that no one forgives means Unforgivable curses.


It took close to six hours to leaf through every single page of book. The book first explained what exactly unforgivable curses were and had copies of passages from various books and talked about them in detail. History and famous use of curse alone took the first 600 pages. Add in the laws and repercussions over the centuries would make the book an even thousand.

Harry was enchanted by many handwritten notes on various pages.

His father was no doubt the only one capable of telling about how similar animated transfigurations and an imperioed person were and what difference in them was.

His mother was a genius certifiably by the fact that she alone wrote over a hundred pages on evolution of Latin, old English, Celtic and Greek along with how curses evolved from the primitive very weak heart stopping red killing curse to the highly refined iconic sickly green curse that was used today.

The ancient runes work and translations of Cruciatus by Remus were a definite work of art, even though Harry could barely understand them.

Sirius not to be left behind, detailed how the Dark Lord Grindelward modified the curses. Further were speculations on how Dark Lord Voldemort further twisted them.

However it was the work of Wormtail that took the breath of Harry away.

When one thinks about Wormtail, one gets picture of a weak sickly wizard that couldn't duel properly to save his life. They would be correct mostly. However, there is a reason that Marauders kept him around. His work of Arithmancy was one for the books!

It was evident that Wormtail was possibly ahead of even their Professor Vector in Arithmancy. Complex formulae were written in perfect handwriting and solved in perfectly textbook methods but the formulae and the methods used were far ahead of what Harry could make use of.

Harry knew that he needed to go through them at some points if he needed to understand them in depth and their relations to one another but that was for future when his Arithmancy was at least Mastery level. Nothing that will happen until OWL's or later. Anyways, he needed to understand them to understand the book that he was currently holding.

It was not a book per say but more like another badly made paper compiling folder. It was written in writing of mother and revolved around a defence against killing curse.

Harry instantly knew that in his hand was something scores of others had always wanted. The secret to defending against killing curse was right there in his fucking grasp! About time some good luck showed up in god forsaken life! The problem was that the compilation was made in rush by Lily so that she could complete research and not for a fourteen year old to read. It could have been written in a code made of Pig Latin, Japanese and Klingon for all the sense it made to him.

Realizing that his body was in terrible state due to being left unattended, Harry moved to washroom. Relieved, Harry went to potions cabinet and took out the list of potions Sirius told him to take. Then he took them followed by taking out nutrient jug which had liters of nutrient potion. A tablespoon of the stuff was enough for a day. The supply being in liters meant it was enough for him for years to consume it all. It wasn't hard brew either. He had enough of ingredients of every kind in the potions lab. This place was obviously designed to have enough stuff to outlast a siege or exile of any kind. He needed to explore the place.

"Well no time like present." Harry told himself before set out to see the place.


Four master bedrooms with attached washrooms, a room for babies, a library, a magical kitchen, a potions lab, three studies and empty rooms were on floors above the ground level. There was more in basement but that was for another time to explore.

"I can get used to this." Harry murmured to himself after settling in the bedroom that was obviously his parents. Harry was very tired was evidenced by the fact that it was possible that he was conceived on this very bed didn't bother him. He would later take the room of Wormtail when he realises it. Not that Wormtail would need it since Harry had made sure to reset the Fidelius causing only the occupants of the house and the secret keeper to remember the secret. Sirius had been correct, Despite being an overly complicated charm the fidelius required nothing more than a touch at a corner of ward stone to reset it.

Tomorrow would be a new day. A darker magical day but hopeful all the same.


Atlanrom's Author's note-

Hey guys we rewrote the chapter. Enjoy. Don't know when the next update will be. We both are kinda busy with life and older stories too!

Atlanrom

(SK: I still say we should have gone with my idea of letting Harry reject and denied what the Marauders were doing before he finally became corrupted a few days later.)

(Atlanrom : We will be doing a somewhat similar scene but with higher intensity and shorter time frame. I am sick of slow moving Dark Art fics which are in the end are so slow that they end up being abandoned. Harry rejecting his parents were user of dark arts is in my opinion, unoriginal. Unoriginal = No Potential. We will be doing it Our Way. Gotta keep the readers on their toes, you know!)