Dear readers: I assume you have realised by now that I am, although good looking and of similar intrests, in no way identical to the illustrious original inventor of the Harry Potter industrial - military - franchise - complex. I am a lowy side charakter who is just taking advantage of stepping in the scene, climbing over the 4th wall (google it) and bathing in the sun of your attention for a few minutes.

But now to something completely different ...

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Chapter 6: The Wizengamotshow and some more moon hopping

It was a strange sight, even for Wizard standards. Harry Potter, the saviour of the wizarding world for the umpteenth time, main character of over 50 children's adventure books and hundreds of books for the female adult readership, entered the Wizengamot as an aged man with a long beard, leaning on a long gnarly stick with a crystal embedded on the top, to keep himself upright. His assistant, a muscular young man with lush black hairs bound in a ponytail helped him to climb the few steps to the center podium.

"I have heard that the Minister was not satisfied with my latest battle against the dark space Wizard and his 100.000 soldiers? That you were most upset when an alien necromancer could not be disposed by me single handedly under his spaceship that has the size of a major city? On the first time I could have a glimpse of him? To save your precious time schedule for a sports event?" His frail figure shivered while he wheezed out his speech with visible effort.

Some Wizards jerked up in their comfy seats. "A space Wizard? With a spaceship? With an army? That's stuff from children's books!"

Harry raised his wand. "I, Harry Potter, swear on my magic that I battled the soldiers, spaceships and robots of the dark Wizard from space three times and could not kill a single one of them! The state you see me in is the result of those battles. So mote it be." The golden light of the unbreakable vow flowed from his wand and glowed for a few seconds so everyone in the room would know that he had spoken true.

"I have had to ask for help, to fulfill my oath, so I brought my former - ehem - mentor Alabastor Moony back from a magically hidden parallel alternate dimension. His magic is different than ours and he might be able to defend me against the dark Wizard while I will try to recover. Otherwise I believe that I might perish and my efforts to fulfill the oath - and by that regain my freedom - would be vain. An oath that you, the people of the Wizengamot, the Unspeakables and the Ministry forced me to take!

I am shocked to discover that you do not want to keep your side of the oath and prefer risking the loss of your Magic over helping me, just for the sake of political shenanigans or personal powerplays. This is your repayment for saving the wizarding world over and over for decades? I might have suffered in my fight, but be not be fooled, I do not look favorably on you and I insist that every single one of you stays true to the oath your Minister here took in the place of the whole Wizengamot and the Ministry - you will support me in every way possible. I asked politely at first but now I demand that the Minister stays true to his oath and returns all my estates, including my elves and possessions and connects ALL my estates to the floo network. See to it now!" Harry made a pause to wheeze a little more but one could see that his body was glowing and the crystal on top of his cane had begun to emanate an angry red glow. He could see that the Minister of Magic wrote something down and sent it away - that would hopefully take care of the Floo connections.

"Furthermore, to counter the deadly effects of the time disruptor curse that the dark Wizard had placed on me, I will need access to all available timeturners from the Ministry. The dark space Wizard jumped into the future in the hope that I might die from his curse or to be to weak to fight him, but with the help of the timeturners I will be able to recover and fight him in his lair, far in the alternate parallel hidden magic dimensions."

Silence filled the hall, and Harry was already turning to leave when a tall, red haired Wizard shouted "All this is utter rubbish! There is no Space Wizard. That is just a disguise, I can feel it. Revelio!" The Wizard had shot the spell from his hidden wand really fast, so that everyone was surprised.

But what happened next was even more surprising. Alabastor Moony moved lightning fast in the path of the spell and he grabbed it from the air with his bare hand. In his other hand he suddenly held a really thick wand and shouted "Erruptor!" The unknown wand made a loud whistling sound and the spell was way too fast to follow with the eyes, but the next thing was that the wand of the attacking Wizard was blown into microscopic pieces together with some of his fingers when the unknown spell hit it.

Alabastor Moonys eyes were now shining with a bright white light and his dark, rumbling voice could be heard in every corner of the hall although he did not move his lips. "You fools! This man saved you and your forefathers, he gave everything for you and he lost everything for you. And now when he said that he will save you once again you self righteous asshole jumped up because you have a hunch and fire a spell at that very man who is hurt and fragile. To what avail? Were you injured in your petty feeling of well deserved status? Did you want to show the world that you are a better man than the one who nearly died for you and was being helpless now? And now that you are certain that he is weakened you are trying to fight him?

This M.A.S. shield of your forefathers have made cowards and ignorants out of you all! If you would still have have half a brain cell left unfried from its repercussions, you would shut this abomination down and live with the consequences of the foolhardy actions of your forefathers."

With that they both left the Wizengamot unhindered from the Aurors and went to search the offices of the Unspeakables to gather Harrys stuff and loot every timeturner possible.

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5 Minutes later

The room of doors spun around them and stopped. "Where did he go, sneaky bastard?" Harry asked.

Alabastor wordlessly pointed to a door to their right. "Do you know for sure? The doors were rotating quite fast." Harry asked.

"Well actually they were going just short of 50 rotations per second and they have a unique wood pattern if you compare them to each other, and the door handle of this door is slightly warmer than the others."

Harry raised his eyebrows at Alabastor meaningfully.

"Uhh? Ohh, I am sorry Master, I mean that I can sense it through my outworldly magic that the Unspeakable we were following took this door here when he tried to get us lost." The robot said with a mocking undertone in his voice.

"Not perfect, but better. Now I will use my completely unprotected hand to open this door and when it will refuse to open, you will use your special parallel alternative universe "Alohomora" version of the spell on it." Harry rattled the doorhandle like a professional door opening person would.

"Aaaaargh, I can sense through my magic that someone left an aging curse on this handle, no doubt a harmless prank, but deadly for someone who is suffering from an irreversible super aging curse already - like me - aaaargh. Only my super secret protection that I did not mention before averted a disaster."

"Master! What an evil deed! I will avenge your death by using my considerably destructive wand powers first on this door and secondly on the foul Wizard who did this to you!"

"Ahem, I'm not dead yet!" Harry reminded his companion.

"Then maybe you should lay down to at least fulfil some of the required criteria?"

Harry laid himself down.

"Alahumoria Maximus!" The not very unconscious Harry chuckled on the floor while Alabastor Moony shot the door to splinters with his phaser wand and a completely new spell.

"You there! Yes you, the one hiding under an invisibility cloak, not the others who are hiding behind the hidden door that lead to the broom closet. You will hand me the time turners that my Master rightfully claimed. I could summon them, but as you have seen my powers are more on the destructive side, so if you still want to have a Ministry building and some magic in your fingers this evening, I would recommend that you stick true to the oath that the Minister made on your behalf."

The invisible Wizard undid the cloak. "I apologize we Unspeakables have sometimes a rather strange sense of humor. It was all in good spirit, I promise."

"Good spirits my arse. Maybe I should give you a taste of my favourite kind of humor by blasting your …"

"Alabastor please."

"Gosh Harry, that is creepy! What happened, you are quite transparent and glowing." Alabastor pointed out - although Harry was not really transparent - but the guys behind the door should get the right impression. "And sorry for pointing it out but your body is lying over there on the floor, either dead or unconscious." He pointed to where Harry had left his transfigured Stormtrooper armor lying on the floor.

"He died and is now a ghost! We will have to call in the exorcist." The Unspeakable cried out.

"If you stacked all reports of my demise together you would get … you would … get a high stack" Harry ended lamely. "Anyways, we have to hurry, I am fighting the dark Wizard on the spiritual alternative parallel magic hidden plane dimension currently, and since time is of not the same consequences here, I can support myself by bringing my former selves into the fight. Sadly some moron placed an aging charm on the door, so we might be doomed when I die in this plane of existence. Alabastor, quickly grab the time turners and follow my steps back. We will generate some severe time inconsistencies when sending more of my spiritual parallel alternative selves back to fight him, so we will have to have some distance to any important buildings.

And then grab that barrel of floo powder as well, it will distract the dark Wizard."

The confusion in the face of the Unspeakable was adequately to the amount of bullshit Harry and Alabastor had thrown at him. He had to search in a magic cupboard for the time-turners and opened the same drawer multiple times, everytime revealing a different content.

Alabastor went next to him, making him even more nervous. When he finally pulled out the drawer with 12 time-turners in it, the robot refused to touch them. "Now prove to Master Potter that you did not play any pranks on those as well."

While the Wizard was placing one time-turner after the other on the table, casting a spell that would reveal if there was anything extraordinary on it, his robot friend tried to search the cupboard again until Harry casted a shrink spell on the drawer while the Unspeakable was busily casting reveilo charms on the Timeturnes on the table, Alabastor just picked the needle thin but half a meter long transfigured drawer up and pocketed it in his sleve.

"Master, I will bring your body out, together with time turners so that you can fight in the hidden spiritual magic alternative parallel pocket universe realm, but we have to get to a less crowded place."

"You are right Alabastor, we will just floo over. Take my body and follow me."

As a parting shot Harry placed a Notice-me-not charm on the cupboard and obliviated the last minutes from the Unspeakable in the office before they vanished in the fire-place.

~..~

Plundering the Unspeakable Drawers

The Leaky Cauldron was not very busy when they came spinning through the Floo, dragging the empty Stormtrooper armor behind them that looked like Gandalf with a severe overdose of Dumbledore's Lemon Drops. They went straight into one of the rooms Tom was renting out, where Harry canceled the many glowing and transparency spells he had applied on himself before he had entered the scene as his own ghost.

"Harry, when I grow up, I want to be a Master Bullshitter just like you. I have never heard of or performed this amount of verbal and practical hogwash without any apparent preparation. You are the born politician."

"Well thank you, my young Padawan. Teaching you in the fine arts of deceiving and misleading will be my mission thence. I myself have studied under Master Dumbledore, a man who had led me 5 times to my certain doom and got me killed once, just based on the amount of bullshit he had accumulated under my frail, teenage bum, before I could prevent the death of a whole nation by just not sticking to his 'Everybody has a right to be forgiven' bladderdash. There were others after him, but he was the one who introduced me into the art and blackened my sorry soul forever."

"Thank you master! In compensation I will make it my mission to teach you in the ways of constructive anger management, although I have some issues myself right now. From the few examples I've seen so far, the Wizards are not really people of caring and love I believe. The way they tried to muppet you in front of their medieval court of elitist tagalongs was despicable and the basic motivation behind it seemed to be some calendar issues with a sports match. And there I was thinking that the petty squabbles between the planets and the Belt people were the height of human stupidity.

That fucker unspeakable in the Ministerium really tried to kill you with the aging spell, to prevent you from getting your hands on something they hand out to school children, according to the books about your past."

"Yeah yeah, stupid Wizards. But in my experience it only takes a while of looking closely enough and you discover stupidity in every corner of humanity. Based on how you are so very human like, I would bet that you would even discover a lot of stupidity in your own actions. I for my part have done enough stupid things. Maybe I have depleted my stupidity reserves already and now I can start acting a bit more intelligent."

…

"That would have been your clue for inserting a little positive reinforcement." Harry added after a short wait.

"Oh yes, sure sure, wait what? I was lost in the absurdity of your metaphor for a while."

"Hmpf," Harry grunted in reply of the latest insult from his robot friend. He was pretty sure that a robot could not get lost in thoughts after all.

"Talking about stupid, didn't you tell me that the Wizards kept you somewhere frozen? In this magical cupboard there was folder named Harry Potter, I caught a short glimpse of it when the Unbearable was searching for the time turners. Do you think we can access it through the stolen drawer?"

"These magic drawers are based on rather simple displacement and shrinking spells. While the drawer is very long, the opener can select where the front is connected to the drawer frame by concentrating on what he wants to retrieve, so that he sees the right segment of the drawer when he opens it. But now that it is disconnected it is all in one long box. I doubt it fits in this room so please point it to the windows.

Regorgio."

Harry's spell unshrinked the drawer to a hundred meters or longer, making it break through the window, giving his Robot problems balancing it. They were both a bit flabbergasted by the amount of documents and knickknack they had stolen from the Ministry.

"Hm I think we will have to bring this back after a quick and careful inspection," Harry said, "or we might find us in trouble."

Alabastor had balanced the drawer out of one window of the room and laid its other end the still of the opposing window. He was already going through the drawer, opening document folders and flipping through them with incredible speed. "Give me a couple of hours or so, can you inspect the parts that contain objects?" He pointed to a section with drawers inside of the drawer.

After a while of silent working, Harry said "I have found a collection of shrunken trunks like mine who are labeled with storage dates and names. One of them belongs Luna Lovegood, I will take it, maybe I can find out what happened to her."

"Harry, based on my judgement of what you regard as moral and justice you should take all those trunks and store them safely. I can't tell you right now because you would go over and blast every last one of the Ministry flunkies and most probably get killed yourself. I think we have discovered the dirty laundry of the Unspeakables."

"When will you tell me then?" Harry had interrupted his work and stared at the robot in his human disguise.

"I will write it down for you and before you read it we will have to place you a long distance away from any conventional electronic device like myself and maybe even away from the next Wizard that has a connection to the Ministry. You will be VERY upset and will need a while to calm down enough.

For now please collect everything that looks like it belonged to you, your family, friends, relatives or anything that is marked as belonging to any Aurors. Everything that looks like a magic artefact as well, the dangerous stuff is not kept in this drawer I think. In a couple of meters you will get to a collection of confiscated wands. I think the magic moon population should have a look at them. I have taken the keys and ownership documents for the various Potter and Black estates that I found so far."

Harrys face had a very grim expression after that. His robot friend had confirmed his long time suspicion that the Ministry had withheld his heritage from him, since he had never heard of any other Potter estates beside of the destroyed house of his parents in Gordrics Hollow.

After five hours of scanning the drawer, Harry had extracted 23 shrunken trunks and a large collection of various artifacts plus more than a thousand wands in various states of destruction. Alabastor had gathered a stack of documents and folders that he had explained would be needed to take Harrys heritage back.

"Can you store these trunks or shall we transport them up to the moon colony?" Alabastor asked.

"This room here has a fireplace that is connected to the floo network but I doubt that Potters Moon Mannor is already connected. I will try and go to Grimmauld Place and check it out whether we can put the trunks there for now. Maybe it is already connected."

Harry threw a pinch of Floo Powder into the fireplace and shouted "Grimmaulds Place" before he was whisked away.

Alabastor stood alone in the guestroom of the Leaky Cauldron, balancing an impossibly long drawer that stuck out of the windows to both sides of the room. After a couple of minutes of waiting he felt quite stupid and placed the drawer on the window stills, so that he could inventarise the stuff that Harry had taken from the drawer-drawers.

Another 20 minutes later the fire in the fireplace roared back to life and a very angry Harry exited.

"Well let's go, but be warned, the place is a mess. I have to tell you the location first, because there was a Fidelius Charm on the place: The Black family estate in London is located in 12, Grimmauld Place."

He shrunk the drawer back to its needle thickness state, took out his bottomless pouch and threw the trunks and all the other stuff in it, grabbed Alabastor around his waist and stepped through the Floo.

~...~

Grimmauld Place No. 12

Grimmaulds Place Number 12 was a wreck of a place. The ceiling of the living room had caved in but Harry had apparently already repaired it, leaving a pattern of cracks and dust everywhere.

The floor was dotted with the smoldering remains of a massive Pixie infestation. Alabastor bustled around the room cleaning the floor by collecting the hundreds of dead Pixies onto the moldy ruins of a carpet and rolling it into a tight package that he sneaked out into the trashcan of the neighboring building. It had taken him 20 Minutes to blow them all out of the air with his blaster-wand and the surrounding walls were featuring a lot of burn marks wherever the shots had gone through the little blue pesties. Before that, it had taken Harry 10 Minutes to convince him that Pixies were not really conscious or somehow intelligent creatures but were parasitic magical beings, created by the magic of a neglected ward scheme over time.

Alabastor could hear the sound of spells fired in the house and from time to time the whole construction creaked as if a heavy weight was shifted around. A minute ago the shrill voice of a women had started shrieking insults at Harry. All in all the robot had rated the experience as another notch up on the scale of surreal that was surrounding Harry Potter.

The door to the room with the fireplace flew open and Harry came in. He was covered in cobwebs and dirt and a lot of sticky substances that were mainly Pixie remains. "Alabastor, I need your help. I have cleared most of the place beside of the library. But I could use the help of your Blaster now."

They went down the stairs and finally stood in front of a large moving and shouting painting of an angry, elderly women. "Mudblood, Traitor, Filth …" An endless stream of profanities came from her.

"This picture is somehow immune to destructive spells, I believe it is protected by elf magic and I don't want to use Fiendfyre inside the house. So could you lend me your Blaster and show me how to use it?"

"Oh you are very welcome, I always wanted to try out the various settings, but I cannot use the buttons in its current state. This might offer us a wonderful learning experience." Alabastor handed Harry the overly thick wand, which he transferred back into its original state.

"Let's step back, I have seen that these things can pack quite a punch. OK, I believe that it is currently set to its lowest setting and smallest focus, otherwise I would have blasted that stupid git in the Wizengammot into his next big adventure and you would have some serious holes in the walls of the living room. Anything we fiddle around should either increase or widen the output. Lets try this here." Alabastor pressed a button and what seemed to be the battery fell out of the weapon.

"Uuups? I think that would have been quite hilarious in the middle of a battle, right?" Alabastor slotted the thing back into the weapon and fiddled around with it some more until the red control light came back to life and he handed it to Harry.

"Go on, have a try, the nozzle is this here and it is where the energy is coming out, you can grip it like I did and …"

Harry gave Alabastor the eye and pulled the trigger. After a couple of minutes they had not only completely annihilated the portrait of Walburga Black but they had as well discovered a new entry to a staircase into the cellars, that had been hidden by the magic portrait before.

"Harry, I have the silly feeling that we are partaking in a stupid computer game. There is always something new that comes up that goads us into the next thing, distracting us from doing the important stuff, like figuring out how to get rid of the space Wizard and the stupid stupidity shield. We are always stumbling from one event into the next, and now we are sneaking down a secret staircase into the dungeons of a grizzly building infested with level 1 pests."

"Actually Pixies are rated class 2"

"How many classes are there?"

"I don't know. I fought a Norwegian black Ringback dragon and an adult Nundu once, they were both rated class 5, but then there was Ms Weasley …"

They were quietly descending to the bottom of the stairs for a while, before Alabastor began to speak again.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"I am very sorry that you lost everyone from your past, I hope that we can be friends and that you will find more new friends in the future. But I believe there is still one of your old friends from your time around, which is part of the stuff that I want to write down for you."

Harry stood still, Alabastor could see that he was shaking with rage.

"When I was petrified the last of my friends alive and in this dimension was Luna. She was the love of my life after my first girlfriend had left me to follow a much darker path and I have not yet had a day in this new life where I was not missing Luna's company and her strange perception of reality.

Please tell me that she is still alive somewhere, even if she would be 190 years old by now! I will level the fucking Ministry because they lied to me!"

"Harry, it's not that easy and you must calm down, the stairs under your feet are beginning to burn. Leveling the Ministry of Magic is a fantastic idea but in this case it would be counter productive because I think they have her petrified there. We will have to find her first, cancel her petrification get her away from earth, and then you can level away …" Alabastor had stopped descending the steps and backtracked to get a little distance between him and Harry, who had stood at the bottom of the stairs shaking with rage and emanating strands of magic that looked like glowing spiderwebs shedding from his body.

"Fuuuuuuck those bastards!" And suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Harry's raw magic flared around him. He was clouded in greasy black smoke and bright green flashing tendrils were thrashing anything that was close to him. The walls, the stairs and even the ground were grinded to dust in an expanding ball of complete destruction. Alabastor scampered backwards on the stairs to get away from it. Bright flashes were cackling over him until the morphing spell failed so that he changed back to the original Stormtrooper armor, luckily the shrinking was not reversed.

Another magic discharge erupted violently further down in the secret cellar. Something else down there shattered with a sharp flash of light and a hard, ground shaking crack. Another wave of powerful magic washed over them, only to dissipate completely after that.

Harry was so surprised by this that he was kicked out of his emotional meltdown with the consequence that the swirling mass of pebble sized debris came crashing down around and upon him. He had to shield himself quickly to avoid getting buried.

In the silence after the sudden eruption of complete chaos and destruction, the only sound that could be heard was the Stormtrooper robot jumping down from the remains of the staircase and Harry's shield of protection that faded out with a soft plop.

They were looking at each other in confusion.

"What the hell was that?"

"It depends on what you mean. First I had the impression that you were having a bad case of a nuclear core meltdown, the radiation levels were really going beyond the scales of my sensors. And then something else over there that was invisible before - went bang."

Harry had composed himself again and patted the dirt from his clothes. His grin came back already, and the robot had the sudden intuition that Harry really liked it when chaos erupted around him and he could let his magic vent for a little. It was his magic equivalent of a temper tantrum.

"Thank you my dear Watson for your astute description of the recent events. The first part was me having a discharge of accidental magic and the second was something invisible that went bang over there."

"Oooooh I see, my dear Sherpa Tensing, you have a real knack for scientific exact descriptions yourself. So you magically farted until something exploded?"

They both snorted and balanced over the rubble towards the second center of destruction where Harry picked up pieces of a shattered wardstone.

"This looks like a piece from the Black family manson wardstone for this building, we will have to check whether the Fidelius charm is still in place when we go up or else the neighbors will discover that their street has got another house." Harry picked up another silvery shard and eyed it carefully in the dim light of the destroyed cellar..

"But this here is something else, it looks like a piece of another, smaller wardstone and the residual magic feels more like elf magic. If I am not mistaken I have seen a rune like this in Italy where some whacko tried to steal and bind elves with it by force."

"Harry, would you describe an elf as a dwarfish being of roughly 80 cm height, long crooked nose, clothed in ragged tatters with a really sour facial expression?"

"That is again an astounding correct description my dear Watson. Pray tell me from what clues you derived the facial expressions?" Harry quipped.

"There is one standing behind you."

A small girlish shriek escaped Harry when he turned and discovered the elf who eyed him with obvious suspicion.

"Kreacher?"

"Master Potter?"

~...~

Kreacher

Some explaining later.

"Kreacher, can you find all the other house-elves that once belonged to the House of Potter, Black and from all the other Family heirlooms that I inherited throughout the time?"

"Master Potter is asking something Kreacher cannot do. Wizards bound all elves magic to create the shield of thems and without elves magic Kreacher cannot find thems. Kreacher is single elf not bound by Wizards shield."

"Those utter egoistic bastards." Talking to Kreacher and discovering that the Ministry had sacrificed every house-elf by binding them to a M.A.S. shield-wardstone which was fed from the house-elves magic, had made Harry more than angry.

"I, I ..., I am more than angry! I want to blast those ... " Harry struggled to find words and kept grinding his teeth together and rant at the same time. "I mean I am …"

His Stormtrooper-robot companion was helpful as ever in finishing Harrys sentences when he was stuck: " … really, really angry?

Please don't explode again, I doubt that it is a becomming behaviour for a mediocre young man your age." The robot guessed that a swift banter was the best way to distract Harry from having his little magic mishaps.

Harry gave out a frustrated sigh. "Young my arse! I don*t even know what age I am. I lost count with all those petrifications. But I promise I will get back at them."

He looked at Kreacher. "Kreacher, you look even more awful and totally exhausted and I can barely see your magic aura - can I do something for you?"

"Master Potter, you saved my magic and therefore my lifes. Kreacher will recover from your magic over time as long as elfes has master they lifes from their magic!"

Harry eyed Kreacher sceptically. "You certainly look like you could use a couple of pepper ups. Why don't you just take a big chunk of my excess magic, I don't want to have another bout and you surely seem to need it."

"Master Potter is very generious!" Kreacher reached out to Harry and touched his wand. It became dark around them for a second and then suddenly Harrys body lit up, covered in sparks that pulsed from just above where his navel would be. The Sparks crackled and danced all around him but altogether they marched over his arm and wand to the little elf's hand where they vanished through his skin, but could still be seen crawling all over the elf. The air smelled of ozone and Harry looked curiously at the little sparks that kept marching over to Kreacher. This went on for almost a minute and the robot began to ask himself whether there would be any non ionized molecule of air left when the two figures in front of him suddenly broke their connection.

The dim light of the cellar returned and Kreacher looked considerably younger and way more energetic than before. "Master Potters wand has no limit and Master Potter has light magic!" The elf jumped around energetically and ran up the wall. "Kreacher repairs cellar!"

He snapped his fingers and the derbis at their feets violently rushed together to crash into bricks and parts of the wooden stairs that then slammed themselves together to rebuild the stairs to the kitchen. It was over in seconds and they both were only saved by their unnatural fast reaction times when they jumped out of the way of the parts of the House Wardstone that crashed together just in front of them.

Harry smiled at Kreacher when he saw his antics and they went up the now repaired stairs.

"Maybe we overcharged you a little? But I guess I have enough to do for you. I would like you to collect all books from the Black library here and from any other of my places that you have access to and then we need a secure place to store them and the trunks until we can transport them to our new homebase on the moon when it's ready and secure. And finally I need a couple of hours sleep. " said Harry.

"My avatar on the moon told me that your habitat is ready and that there was even a fireplace build, although it is the nightmare of everyone who knows about it. A fire in a Space Station is one of the worst catastrophes thinkable," the Stormtrooperrobot told him.

"Hmm, do you have a way to tell whether a fireplace is already connected to the Floo Network, Kreacher? It seems that there is a lot that we have to transport to Potters Moon Manor."

"Yes Master" Kreacher popped away.

After some seconds he returned. "Potters Moon Manor is a strange place, the fireplace is now connected and all books are stacked. There was no Floo Powder there, but I can buy some for Master Potters Loony Manor?"

Harry and his robot were looking at the former grumpy elf like he was riding a pink elephant while singing the national anthem.

"You have been there?" Harry asked, completely aghast. "And you already cleared the library?"

"Yes Master, all your books are now in magic trunk I brought. Some children were in Moon Manor, but I kept myself invisible. Elf apparition is much faster than Floo Travel."

"OK, ehm, yes. This will give us some new possibilities. Kreacher, if you need to rest please do so, otherwise I would like to ask you for another favor?" Kreacher nodded, his ears flapping through the air like small bat wings.

"Erm, ok I guess. Could you please return this into the cupboard in the Unspeakables office in the Ministry of Magic and unshrink it so that nobody notices that it was gone but most important without anyone noticing you. If you believe you might get caught please just come back. OK?"

"Yes Master!" Kreacher took the shrunken drawer from Harry and popped away again only to show up after a few seconds. "Stupid Wizards are still trying to pry the cupboard open that you sealed. I put drawer in from behind."

"Kreacher, you are amazing! But you have to hide from the Wizards here on earth or they might try and bind you to their shield again."

Harry went over to the fireplace, threw some Floo Powder into it and called out "Potters Moon Manor" and then he stuck his head into the green flames. He kneed there for some seconds before he sharply inhaled.

"Gosh! I forgot that I cannot breathe while in the Floo Transfer - It doesn't take that long down here on earth. Hey, don't run away, it's me, Harry! Quixpin is that you? Is the waterfall still running?"

Kreacher and Fluffy could not hear the answer from the Moon but he chuckled a little. "No I don't believe that you are crazy, the little man you saw was an house-elf and he tried his best not to be seen. Maybe you have a special talent to see hidden things?

Can you all step back please, I am coming through."

With that Harry got up and stepped into the green flames, still holding the barrel of Floo Powder.

"The pure absurdity of the things I saw in the last days should be enough to short circuit my precious brain forever, but here I am, still functioning. That thing there just violated the basics of at least five fundamental physical laws that I so far believed were unchangeable." Fluffy looked to Kreacher who just shrugged his shoulders.

"You new to magic, eh?"

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Kreacher the Moonelf

It took Harry and Kreacher another four trips to bring all the stuff to the moon that he had taken from the Unspeakables plus the remains of the black library and the content of the wine cellar of Grimaulds Place. On the moon Kreacher had already created another cave adjacent to the first cave with the fireplace, where they could seal away all the stuff with a rune protected door. When the magical inhabitants of the moon were asking Harry about the secrecy, he explained it to them, trying to be as diplomatic as possible.

"Please pay attention everyone. I have brought unknown magical artifacts here and stored them safely away. Don't go and try to break into that room, it is heavily protected. Like everything magic is not inherently good or evil, but still it can be extremely destructive, either by error or by intent.

In general I do not have good experiences with trusting people - magic or not - so please allow our trust in each other to be build on mutual experiences and if we are lucky we can solve the whole disaster the Wizards and the alien emperor have created on earth and sort out a lot of your problems here as well.

Fluffy and I are working on it and at some point we will need your help for sure. Right now, read the schoolbooks and memorize as much as possible and experiment with your talents. Not everyone has talents that manifest without a wand, but we will solve this once I can train you or I can find an experienced teacher and we find a working wand for everyone of you. You can experiment with the collection of wands I have brought with me.

One more thing, for heaven's sake don't leave the door to Potters Loony Manor open, lock it from the outside at all times. I have put up some magical wards as well - but things on earth might get ugly and I don't want them to get here.

One other thing. Some of you might see a little guy walking around in tattered clothings. That is Kreacher, he is my house-elf and a friend, although he might deny it and tell you that I he is a kind of a slave. When you are friendly he will be friendly as well - at least after some time. Don't offer him clothes, house-elves are offended by that, believe me I have tried. You can read up everything about house-elves in "History of Magic Volume 3, I believe."

With that he closed and sealed the door, and they flooed back to earth.

Kreacher was sleeping on a restored comfy chair while the Stormtrooper robot came back into the room once he had heard the fireplace roaring again.

"This place is a mess, I don't want to stay here. We have to visit the Goblins to register all that estate paperwork tomorrow anyways. So I will go to the Leaky Cauldron and sleep there." Harry declared resolutely.

"I have prepared a letter for you about the stuff I found in the files in the drawer, especially about Luna Lovegood. Please don't go into a killing spree or do something rash without me. I will see you tomorrow morning." With that the Stormtrooperrobot circled his hands against each other, morphed into the aptly named Alabastor Moony and marched through the front door of Grimmaulds Place number 12 into the London night.

"I really wonder whether I should have reminded him to wear trousers." Harry chuckled to himself before he covered Kreacher with an enlarged kitchen towel and disapparated to the Leaky Cauldron.

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