Chapter 7

Albus Dumbledore was enjoying his nice quite summer at his private estate in Southern England. It was a large estate, holding at least 20 acres of private land. He let his mind wander from reading an old text on Transfiguration Spell-casting. Albus thought last year went better than anticipated given the circumstances with the Chamber of Secrets. Now as the Headmaster of the most prestigious wizarding school in Europe, he was thankful that no student died while the monster was unleashed through the school.

The School Board of Governors were down his throat this year. Although, Albus knew some were in Lucius Malfoy's pocket, he knew that Lord Malfoy slipped the diary into Miss. Weasley's hands. Thankfully, Mr. Potter was there to save the poor girl. It wouldn't due to be at the wrath of Molly and Arthur Weasley. Ahh, yes, Mr. Potter. His plan for the boy was turning out nicely.

Albus Dumbledore always prided himself on playing the Long-Game. Ever since he defeated Grindewald in their infamous last battle, Albus hatched his first pieces of the Long-Game. The first step was to secure the position of Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which he rightfully claimed after Headmaster Dippet retired. Once he achieved that goal he trifled through what he thought Hogwarts should teach and what should be removed. Albus did away with many extracurricular classes such as dueling, animagus training, as well as ancient and obscure magic's. It wouldn't due to teach the younger generations these skills. They should be reserved for himself and other elite wizards of the wizarding community. After cutting the curriculum over the years Hogwarts fell into a more structured and controlled environment. An environment where Albus could monitor the younger generation at ease with peace and mind. The Light should always be at the fore-front of the new generation to deter any new young wizards to fall into Tom Riddle's ideals.

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Meanwhile, Harry Potter woke up feeling refreshed from his long day. He was excited, Harry was finally getting a proper wand today. He put on some casual brown and tan robes and headed downstairs with a smile on his face. Harry breathed in the morning air, Bellman's Hideaway wasn't too busy today from the usual, so that was a plus. He reached the wand shop at 9:30.

Harry Potter walked into the wand shop and was greeted once again by Mr. Pallman.

"Hello Mr. Potter! Are you ready to get your wand?" He asked joyfully. Harry nodded eagerly. Mr. Pallman reached for a dark wand box on the counter and put it in front of him. Harry impatiently ripped open the box and grasped his new wand. The effect was immediate.

Harry's magical core ignited! He never felt more alive or powerful. Granted he just had his magical blocks removed so everything was new to him but, wow! Everything started to pulse and hum, like it was meant to be…Harry gasped he watched as gold and silver light pulsed throughout the room. Overwhelmed with his raw magical core exploding like never before, he timidly put the wand back in the box and went to find a chair to sit down.

Mr. Pallman blinked a couple of times and gasped as well, this boy truly was special! He never seen anything like this in all his years with wand making. The way the Mr. Potter's core reacted was breath taking.

"Well Mr. Potter, it seems that you do have a unique destiny on your side!" Mr. Pallman exclaimed to the recovering wizard. Harry groaned and replied, "Why me!" He happily paid for his new powerful wand and left to go back to his inn.

Harry found a bite to eat at one of the restaurants and then went back to the Inn. He felt like he had enough of Bellman's Hideaway and decided to make a second appointment at Gringotts. He owled the wizarding bank and made an appointment for the next day.

Harry Potter called Dobby and asked him to take him to Gringotts bank. Dobby happily accepted and whisked him away to Diagon Alley.

He appeared at the entrance at 10:00 sharp. One of the bank teller goblin's brought Harry to Noomark's office. His Account and Family Asset manager greeted him with a toothy smile. Harry bowed slightly in return and took his seat across his desk.

"So Lord Potter, according to your letter you requested to see me about finding a suitable home for your summers at Hogwarts, correct?" Harry nodded and replied.

"Yes Noomark, I recently left my relatives home and I am in need of a place to stay. I am hoping that one of my family homes will work."

Noomark nodded and pulled a stack of parchment towards him. "If I may Mr. Potter, I believe the Potter Manor in Northern Scotland might meet your current needs. Physically it contains five stories, however they are enhanced via expansion wards. It contains a master suite, a half floor library, two studies, indoor and outdoor garden, potions lab, fitness center, dueling room, and more."

"That seems acceptable Noomark, how do I get there?" Harry asked uncertainly. Noomark then pulled another box from his drawer and set it in front of Harry. "These are your family rings Lord Potter, once you put them on it makes it official that you are the Lord of each House. However, that said, since you are still in school, I suggest that you accept the Potter Family ring for now and wait on the other two."

"Why is that Noomark?" Harry asked.

"Because, putting on these rings makes you officially Lord of each house and therefore, you have a seat on the Wizengomet. It will make it an easier transition to take on each house individually when you are ready." Harry agreed with his assessment, he still had a lot to learn. Noomark gave Harry a copy of the Potter Manors property rights, artefacts, portraits, books…etc.

Harry placed the Potter Ring on his right ring finger, the red gem glowed and once he twisted it, Harry Potter apparated to his family home.

Harry Potter gasped at the sight. The Potter Manor sat nestled in front of a breathtakingly beautiful forest. The manor itself was a stunning view. Its four stories of red brick overlooked several acres of gardens, grassy planes, and a large pond. He gulped as he walked to across the front circle driveway to the ornate mahogany double door. Harry snorted at the brass lion knocker, his father would put his Gryffindor stamp on the front door! He knocked a couple of times and waited.

The front door opened and he was greeted by an old looking house elf. "Welcome back, Mr. Potter!" The elder house elf bowed low and introduced himself as Elfridge, head of all house elves at the Potter Manor.

Harry Potter greeted Elfridge and replied, "Do you mean I lived here once Elfridge?"

Elfridge responded, "Yes, Mr. Potter your beloved parents raised you here until they hide away at Godric's Hallow. But, please do come in, us house elves have been waiting patiently to meet you."

Harry Potter stepped through the doorway and gasped as he felt the wards accept him into his childhood home. He looked around in awe. The ground floor of the home was made of ornate marble flooring, the entry way had a tall stone fireplace in the center with surrounding leather chairs for guests to enjoy. To his right was an ornate mahogany staircase leading up to the second floor. To his left appeared to be the two hallways as well as another staircase that went down to the lower level.

Elfridge smiled at Mr. Potter's appreciation and awe at the size of the Potter Manor. He remembered the missive he was sent by Noomark, the goblin in charge of the Potter Family's assets, it appeared to be correct that Mr. Potter didn't have a happy childhood living with Mrs. Potter's sister. One could only imagine the shame they brought onto this family.

"Can I get a tour?" Harry asked grinning widely, he couldn't wait to see the home that is rightfully his. Elfridge nodded, "Of course, Mr. Potter, but you'll have to meet your house elves first."

Elfridge clapped his hands and a total of 6 house elves appeared. The head house elf had them introduce themselves one by one.

"I am Pippy, head chef"

"I am Elly, head cleaner"

"I am Ollie, head gardener"

"I am Willie, head animal care"

"I am Hollie, cleaner"

"I am Minnie, cleaner"

Elfridge then told them that this was Harry Potter their new master and he will be staying at the Potter Manor for the summer. The house elves bowed and popped back to their duties.

Elfridge then showed him the Potter Manor. The ground floor consisted of a grand ballroom for guest dinners and extravagant parties as well as a few guest rooms and a lounge area. Then they went downstairs to the basement which truly blew Harry away. He could tell the basement had been magically expanded to fit all of his parents' needs. It contained a total of five sections. One section contained a beautifully pristine potions lab that would blow Professor Snape away, it was stocked to the brim with supplies and ingredients as well. The next room looked like it was reinforced with concrete and heavy wards. Which immediately peaked Harry's interest.

"Ahh, yes, the next room contains your father's favorite, the Dueling Room and Weapons Storage".

Elfridge then waved his hand and they bypassed the wards to enter. Harry gasped, although he had no training what so ever in dueling or weapons, he could see his Dad spending his free time here. The layout was efficient with several nice touches. The dueling stage was large probably a good thirty yards long, it looked to be made of heavy steel. The back wall was lined with glass cabinets containing hundreds of unique looking muggle and magical weapons, all looked menacing.

Elfridge smiled when he saw Lord Potter's awed expression. He commented, "Yes, I remember a day long ago when your father was getting used to dueling your mother. I believe they were arguing over something quite miniscule and your dear mother well, she gave your father a good thrashing on the dueling floor!" Harry smiled, drinking in this entire story.

After the dueling room, Elfridge showed Harry the third floor which consisted of the largest library he had ever seen. Elfridge then led Harry over to Entertainment room which contained a large screen television, video games with black leather couches. The other rooms on this floor consisted of guest rooms. Harry wish he could recall some of his memories of his time here before Godric's Hallow.

The fourth floor consisted of the master bedroom, which had a large king bed on the left with an oak desk on the right wall. The left wall contained a beautiful large window overlooking the grounds below with a light blue plush window seat. Elfridge then walked Harry over to the two doors on the right one consisted of the master bath which reminded Harry of the prefect's bathroom at Hogwarts. It had timeless white marble flooring with a large marble tub and shower.

The next room across the hall had Harry's room in red lettering on the door. Harry sucked in his breath and opened the door slowly. It was a large baby room with a beautiful oak crib, a trunk full of toys, an oak dresser and changing table, along with magical shining stars on the ceiling. On the right there was bookcase full of children books organized by age.

Harry Potter's emotions ran through him like a tidal wave. He went over to his former bed sat down and held his head in his hands. Anger, sadness, and frustration all ran through his mind. Not even realizing that he was silently crying, a trick he learned being locked in the cupboard for years, Harry angrily wiped his tears away and looked up at Elfridge.

"What can I do to make things right? How can I avenge my parents' lives? How can I live up to the Potter name?" Harry asked breathlessly, still furious at Dumbledore and all his lies along with his waisted years at the Dursleys.

Eflridge nodded solemnly at Lord Potter's emotional response and kneeled down next to him on the floor.

"You can train and hone your physical, and mental states along with your magical core. You have already made your parents proud young man, by looking after yourself, when no one would." Elfridge replied and stood back up and motioned Harry to follow him out the bedroom door.

"Please, Lord Potter, get some well deserved rest in the master bedroom, it is rightfully yours after all. Tomorrow, whenever you are ready, we will form a plan to train you to be the strongest wizard you can be."

Harry Potter thanked Elfridge for his kind words and pulled on some pajamas already laid out for him and crawled in the large bed. He fell asleep within minutes of resting his head on the silk pillow.

Author's Note:

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