When Harry got to his room, he quickly emptied his pockets, and began the
process of returning them back to their original size, but soon found out
that he wasn't going to have enough room in his tiny bedroom, so he began
placing it under multiple engorgement charms. By the time Harry was
finished, his room was roughly the size of half a quidditch pitch. He got
rid of his ratty desk, and conjured a new one, as well a new bed, with
frame and headboard.
Once again he began unshrinking the items, and placing them in the correct places of which he would be using them. When he came to the Practice Mat, he decided to use it on the entire room. So he levitated anything that was on the floor, and rolled the mat out, and surprisingly it grew to fit the floor plan all on its own.
"Didn't tell me it'd do that!" Harry thought aloud, wondering why the clerks hadn't mentioned that feature.
"Oh well, it's cool, at least."
He set the levitated items back onto the floor, and then engorged the last few things.
Taking out his Inferno Bolt, and heightening the ceiling a little bit more, and tested out his new broom. It was much faster than the Firebolt, and true to his word, it had 3 times the turning capabilities. It was great, and the Gryffindor team was going to be great. Then he started thinking about what he did with the Firebolts, and why.
That was easy; he wanted to give Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw the advantage over Slytherin, while staying under the Gryffindor house team. He was going to get even more influence, that over what may be the most important and hardest group to get power over; that of the student body.
He was going to take full credit for them, mostly just for the influence and persuasion, but he also wanted Malfoy riled up, and that was one of the best ways to do it.
He landed and pulled out his book Dark or Not! Every Curse from his trunk, and began practicing. It was 12:23 am when Harry finally stopped, 34 curses into the book. It was a very good reference, going into detail about what it did and the various uses of it, in battle or not. There was about a page and a half per curse, and about 1138 pages, so that meant there was close to 760 curses in their.
Harry had encountered about 13 that were definitely dark, and those were almost all the most useful.
But Harry had stopped thinking; he was already in an unmerciful slumber, having a vision of Voldemort.
He was in what looked like a pure stone room, with a throne, and a circle of about 8 people. They were bowing down, and Harry could see Lord Voldemort's figure from where he seemed to be.
"Any news, Avery?" A lithe man stood up, and approached the middle of the circle, and then once again bowed.
"Yes sir, we spotted the Potter boy today, in Diagon Alley. He was in disguise how ever, so it was hard to keep up with him, as we didn't know exactly who to look for. But as said, we spotted him coming out of stores such as Quality Quidditch Supplies, Flourish and Blotts, and Gizmos and Gadgets, with full pockets."
"Very good Avery, but if he was in disguise, how do you know that it was Potter?" Voldemort asked, obviously the smarter of the two.
"We first figured it out when we heard him ordering 7 new very expensive brooms for the Gryffindor quidditch team, and then 14 other different very good brooms for Slytherin and Ravenclaw, and since the better brooms were for the Gryffindor House team, it must have been a Gryffindor buying the brooms. So we contacted Malfoy Jr., and requested a roster of the team from him.
On it, were four Weasley's, and two other poor families, and Potter. Obviously Potter is the only one that could afford such purchases. Pure process of elimination, sir, that's all." The man finished off, stepping back into his spot in the circle, and arched down, praising the psycho maniac murderer.
"Yes, very logical thinking, remind me later to reward you greatly for your discoveries. Now, Bella', are the plans to attack Azkaban all ready?" There was a small nod from the person closest to the Dark Lord. "Good. Then we shall attack tomorrow night at 1 am, now get out of my sights, dismissed!" The death eaters started to fan out, some apperating, some walking through a door that had just appeared in the corner.
"Oh and Avery, here is your reward. CRUCIO!" the man fell to the floor instantly, automatically writhing in pain, screaming his lungs apart.
Harry woke up, finding himself screaming. He automatically stopped, and the memories began flashing in his mind. He quickly made up his mind, and pulled out some Parchment and a quill, writing-
Professor Dumbledore,
I had a vision. Voldemort is attacking Azkaban tomorrow. Be ready.
Harry
He didn't have time to read over the letter, just woke up Hedwig, and told her to take it to Dumbledore. Harry watched the Owls retreating figure, and looked at his clock.
6: 56 am
He sure had gotten a lot of sleep. No use trying to go back to it now.
He walked out of his door, down the hall, and into the bathroom...
Stepping out of the shower, and drying himself, Harry slipped back into his room, and started exercising. He started off with his treadmill, making its terrain regular cement, and having it just regenerate itself; Harry jogged in place. After about 45 minutes of running, he walked over to the full machine, and started benching. After 150 lbs he couldn't lift it a tiny bit, but he wasn't surprised, he knew he was weak.
Deciding to work his legs, he walked over to the leg weights, and surprised himself by lifting up 210 lbs. 'Must've been all the Harry- hunting running, that and quidditch somehow. Oh and probably running from Voldemort and spiders and big giant dogs and 60 foot snakes.' He laughed at his inside joke, but soon stopped as he realized something. That's all he had ever done:
Run
He had never stood and fought his ground.
'That's gonna change, everything is gonna change.'
With a new vigor, Harry set out, doing 50 lifts at 200 pound with his legs, and then going over to the free weight set. He was surprised to see that he could only lift 120 pounds on free weight, but threw it off as the balance issue. On a machine he had the thing balanced, but on free weight, it could go which ever way. He was so deep in thought that he dropped the barbell.
Great, I'm ending up killed by myself with a barbell!' was the thought that passed through his head, quicker than sound, but he let out a sigh of great appreciation when a spell kicked in, and a magical spotter happened out of no where. It looked as if the barbell was lifting itself back onto the stand. Harry shook his head, and then went back to training. He did 20 presses at 100 pounds on the free weight set, and then went back to the bench machine, and did 20 presses at 150 pounds. By the time he was done his arms felt like Jell-O, so he went to the martial arts. He started with muggle, but quickly progressed, after two weeks he had finished the muggle section, and was starting to learn how to combine magic with jumping, allowing him to leap many feet into the air, many feet far.
His days had progressed in the same fashion as that of the first day with his new stuff. The attempt to free Azkaban had been thwarted, but they had managed to take half of the dementors with them, but that was only 300, so it was better than the whole force of 600. Harry had begun noticing changes in his physical appearance about a week and a half, such as a growth spurt, and he was building muscle very fast. At three weeks, he could jump twenty feet into the air, and was now beginning how to use magic to make his attacks hurt.
He had also started practicing with his staff and weapons three and a half weeks into summer, and by the end, when he had to go back to Grimmauld Place, with two weeks of the summer left, he had a very muscular figure. He had finished off the martial arts book, and could kick through stone now, which he figured was going to help him in the near future. He was also very proficient with his staff, and Harry knew that with it he was a rival to Dumbledore. He was now about 1/3 of the way through his Every Curse book, and was easily the best dueler in the school, wand or staff.
He had almost mastered Animagi, and all he needed to do was practice going into his form, a Griffin, faster. He had learned from the HOW TO guide, and had profusely practiced to achieve such the stage he was in now. From his Occlumency book, he could now keep even Voldemort out of his mind, and was starting on Legilemency training. He could also sort of see Voldemort's train of thought, and strategies. Those two books had been in the least his most helpful books, as it also gave him better strategist skills.
He had also been practicing with his weapons. His martial arts book contained sword training as well, so he was well covered there. And the battle ax was very easy to learn, as it was a four-way weapon, as he called it. Meaning, you could swing it four ways: up, down, and sideways, and vertically. The only real weapon training he had to do was his accuracy. He needed to have precise accuracy for his throwing knives, and he was pretty deadly with those now too. His Pistol and Sniper rifle was actually very easy to use. He had his Pistol set on Stupefy, and his Sniper set on Avada Kedavra, as he would only be using it for assassinations.
He was now also very good on his Inferno Bolt, but still wondered if the team could handle them. It had taken him a long time to manage it, and he was probably the best flier on the team. But he figured that after a lot of practice, they'd make do.
Harry was just finishing loading his trunk, and closing it, when he heard three pops. He whirled around, wand already in hand.
What he saw there were four people: "Mad-Eye" Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, and Kingsley Shacklebolt. The problem was he didn't know if they were truly who they appeared to be. So he thought of a question only Remus would know,
"Remus, what was Padfoot's nickname." Harry asked, making sure it was him. Lupin, who looked a little pale, smiled.
"Snuffles, now let's go Harry. We'll be traveling by apparition this time. Since it is very hard to apperate with another person, all four of us will apperate at the same time. Now come stand in the middle."
Harry did as was told, and felt 4 hands grab something of him, and Moody grabbed his trunk.
"Nice trunk Potter. Now, apperate on the count of three.1...2...3" Harry heard four pops, and then they were standing outside of #12 Grimmauld Place, London.
"Harry!" squeaked a high-pitch voice, as Hermione hit him running flat out, grabbing him in a back-breaking hug.
"Her-mione...need...t-o...bre...athe!" Harry let out a relieved sigh as Hermione let go of him, and then blushed when she looked him up and down.
"Harry, you've, uh, changed. That's one way to put it I guess." Harry blushed, remembering his new muscles, and refined height, respectively 6'1. He looked over to Ron, surprised that he could look him into the eyes. Ron however, was still his lanky self, and looked as if he had gotten skinnier, somehow. Then he looked at Hermione; she had changed as well. And for better also, 'She's Gorgeous. Wait, did I just say that Hermione, Hermione Granger, was hot?' Harry did a double take, and then thought again. 'Definitely, totally hot.'
"Oh, Harry come up stairs, please? We've got so much to tell you about our summer!" Squealed an over excited Hermione, already grabbing him and pulling him up the stairs.
"'Mione wait! Locomotor Mortis!" Hermione's eyes got big as saucers, and she looked as if she was about to scream at him for using magic, but Harry cut her off.
"'Mione its okay, I've got permission from the Minister." Hermione calmed down, but still looked weary, and then it too disappeared, and the hyperactive Hermione appeared once again, dragging him up the stairs another time. Ron followed silently, looking confused, and frustrated at the same time, which wasn't hard for Ron.
Once upstairs, Hermione burst into description what there summer had been like. She detailed who was around the house, when the order meetings had been, what little they had overheard, and what and who they had been doing and hanging out with. So far this summer, it had just been her and Ron, and a few of the Order members plus Mrs. Weasley all summer. Then came the dreaded question that he knew he was going to answer.
"So what did you do this summer?" Ron had asked it, surprisingly, grinning. Harry knew he couldn't lie to them, as they would tell. But he did make them promise not to tell anybody what he told them, not even Dumbledore, saying that he was going to tell him when the time came. They both nodded there heads, and then Harry launched into explanation.
Once again he began unshrinking the items, and placing them in the correct places of which he would be using them. When he came to the Practice Mat, he decided to use it on the entire room. So he levitated anything that was on the floor, and rolled the mat out, and surprisingly it grew to fit the floor plan all on its own.
"Didn't tell me it'd do that!" Harry thought aloud, wondering why the clerks hadn't mentioned that feature.
"Oh well, it's cool, at least."
He set the levitated items back onto the floor, and then engorged the last few things.
Taking out his Inferno Bolt, and heightening the ceiling a little bit more, and tested out his new broom. It was much faster than the Firebolt, and true to his word, it had 3 times the turning capabilities. It was great, and the Gryffindor team was going to be great. Then he started thinking about what he did with the Firebolts, and why.
That was easy; he wanted to give Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw the advantage over Slytherin, while staying under the Gryffindor house team. He was going to get even more influence, that over what may be the most important and hardest group to get power over; that of the student body.
He was going to take full credit for them, mostly just for the influence and persuasion, but he also wanted Malfoy riled up, and that was one of the best ways to do it.
He landed and pulled out his book Dark or Not! Every Curse from his trunk, and began practicing. It was 12:23 am when Harry finally stopped, 34 curses into the book. It was a very good reference, going into detail about what it did and the various uses of it, in battle or not. There was about a page and a half per curse, and about 1138 pages, so that meant there was close to 760 curses in their.
Harry had encountered about 13 that were definitely dark, and those were almost all the most useful.
But Harry had stopped thinking; he was already in an unmerciful slumber, having a vision of Voldemort.
He was in what looked like a pure stone room, with a throne, and a circle of about 8 people. They were bowing down, and Harry could see Lord Voldemort's figure from where he seemed to be.
"Any news, Avery?" A lithe man stood up, and approached the middle of the circle, and then once again bowed.
"Yes sir, we spotted the Potter boy today, in Diagon Alley. He was in disguise how ever, so it was hard to keep up with him, as we didn't know exactly who to look for. But as said, we spotted him coming out of stores such as Quality Quidditch Supplies, Flourish and Blotts, and Gizmos and Gadgets, with full pockets."
"Very good Avery, but if he was in disguise, how do you know that it was Potter?" Voldemort asked, obviously the smarter of the two.
"We first figured it out when we heard him ordering 7 new very expensive brooms for the Gryffindor quidditch team, and then 14 other different very good brooms for Slytherin and Ravenclaw, and since the better brooms were for the Gryffindor House team, it must have been a Gryffindor buying the brooms. So we contacted Malfoy Jr., and requested a roster of the team from him.
On it, were four Weasley's, and two other poor families, and Potter. Obviously Potter is the only one that could afford such purchases. Pure process of elimination, sir, that's all." The man finished off, stepping back into his spot in the circle, and arched down, praising the psycho maniac murderer.
"Yes, very logical thinking, remind me later to reward you greatly for your discoveries. Now, Bella', are the plans to attack Azkaban all ready?" There was a small nod from the person closest to the Dark Lord. "Good. Then we shall attack tomorrow night at 1 am, now get out of my sights, dismissed!" The death eaters started to fan out, some apperating, some walking through a door that had just appeared in the corner.
"Oh and Avery, here is your reward. CRUCIO!" the man fell to the floor instantly, automatically writhing in pain, screaming his lungs apart.
Harry woke up, finding himself screaming. He automatically stopped, and the memories began flashing in his mind. He quickly made up his mind, and pulled out some Parchment and a quill, writing-
Professor Dumbledore,
I had a vision. Voldemort is attacking Azkaban tomorrow. Be ready.
Harry
He didn't have time to read over the letter, just woke up Hedwig, and told her to take it to Dumbledore. Harry watched the Owls retreating figure, and looked at his clock.
6: 56 am
He sure had gotten a lot of sleep. No use trying to go back to it now.
He walked out of his door, down the hall, and into the bathroom...
Stepping out of the shower, and drying himself, Harry slipped back into his room, and started exercising. He started off with his treadmill, making its terrain regular cement, and having it just regenerate itself; Harry jogged in place. After about 45 minutes of running, he walked over to the full machine, and started benching. After 150 lbs he couldn't lift it a tiny bit, but he wasn't surprised, he knew he was weak.
Deciding to work his legs, he walked over to the leg weights, and surprised himself by lifting up 210 lbs. 'Must've been all the Harry- hunting running, that and quidditch somehow. Oh and probably running from Voldemort and spiders and big giant dogs and 60 foot snakes.' He laughed at his inside joke, but soon stopped as he realized something. That's all he had ever done:
Run
He had never stood and fought his ground.
'That's gonna change, everything is gonna change.'
With a new vigor, Harry set out, doing 50 lifts at 200 pound with his legs, and then going over to the free weight set. He was surprised to see that he could only lift 120 pounds on free weight, but threw it off as the balance issue. On a machine he had the thing balanced, but on free weight, it could go which ever way. He was so deep in thought that he dropped the barbell.
Great, I'm ending up killed by myself with a barbell!' was the thought that passed through his head, quicker than sound, but he let out a sigh of great appreciation when a spell kicked in, and a magical spotter happened out of no where. It looked as if the barbell was lifting itself back onto the stand. Harry shook his head, and then went back to training. He did 20 presses at 100 pounds on the free weight set, and then went back to the bench machine, and did 20 presses at 150 pounds. By the time he was done his arms felt like Jell-O, so he went to the martial arts. He started with muggle, but quickly progressed, after two weeks he had finished the muggle section, and was starting to learn how to combine magic with jumping, allowing him to leap many feet into the air, many feet far.
His days had progressed in the same fashion as that of the first day with his new stuff. The attempt to free Azkaban had been thwarted, but they had managed to take half of the dementors with them, but that was only 300, so it was better than the whole force of 600. Harry had begun noticing changes in his physical appearance about a week and a half, such as a growth spurt, and he was building muscle very fast. At three weeks, he could jump twenty feet into the air, and was now beginning how to use magic to make his attacks hurt.
He had also started practicing with his staff and weapons three and a half weeks into summer, and by the end, when he had to go back to Grimmauld Place, with two weeks of the summer left, he had a very muscular figure. He had finished off the martial arts book, and could kick through stone now, which he figured was going to help him in the near future. He was also very proficient with his staff, and Harry knew that with it he was a rival to Dumbledore. He was now about 1/3 of the way through his Every Curse book, and was easily the best dueler in the school, wand or staff.
He had almost mastered Animagi, and all he needed to do was practice going into his form, a Griffin, faster. He had learned from the HOW TO guide, and had profusely practiced to achieve such the stage he was in now. From his Occlumency book, he could now keep even Voldemort out of his mind, and was starting on Legilemency training. He could also sort of see Voldemort's train of thought, and strategies. Those two books had been in the least his most helpful books, as it also gave him better strategist skills.
He had also been practicing with his weapons. His martial arts book contained sword training as well, so he was well covered there. And the battle ax was very easy to learn, as it was a four-way weapon, as he called it. Meaning, you could swing it four ways: up, down, and sideways, and vertically. The only real weapon training he had to do was his accuracy. He needed to have precise accuracy for his throwing knives, and he was pretty deadly with those now too. His Pistol and Sniper rifle was actually very easy to use. He had his Pistol set on Stupefy, and his Sniper set on Avada Kedavra, as he would only be using it for assassinations.
He was now also very good on his Inferno Bolt, but still wondered if the team could handle them. It had taken him a long time to manage it, and he was probably the best flier on the team. But he figured that after a lot of practice, they'd make do.
Harry was just finishing loading his trunk, and closing it, when he heard three pops. He whirled around, wand already in hand.
What he saw there were four people: "Mad-Eye" Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, and Kingsley Shacklebolt. The problem was he didn't know if they were truly who they appeared to be. So he thought of a question only Remus would know,
"Remus, what was Padfoot's nickname." Harry asked, making sure it was him. Lupin, who looked a little pale, smiled.
"Snuffles, now let's go Harry. We'll be traveling by apparition this time. Since it is very hard to apperate with another person, all four of us will apperate at the same time. Now come stand in the middle."
Harry did as was told, and felt 4 hands grab something of him, and Moody grabbed his trunk.
"Nice trunk Potter. Now, apperate on the count of three.1...2...3" Harry heard four pops, and then they were standing outside of #12 Grimmauld Place, London.
"Harry!" squeaked a high-pitch voice, as Hermione hit him running flat out, grabbing him in a back-breaking hug.
"Her-mione...need...t-o...bre...athe!" Harry let out a relieved sigh as Hermione let go of him, and then blushed when she looked him up and down.
"Harry, you've, uh, changed. That's one way to put it I guess." Harry blushed, remembering his new muscles, and refined height, respectively 6'1. He looked over to Ron, surprised that he could look him into the eyes. Ron however, was still his lanky self, and looked as if he had gotten skinnier, somehow. Then he looked at Hermione; she had changed as well. And for better also, 'She's Gorgeous. Wait, did I just say that Hermione, Hermione Granger, was hot?' Harry did a double take, and then thought again. 'Definitely, totally hot.'
"Oh, Harry come up stairs, please? We've got so much to tell you about our summer!" Squealed an over excited Hermione, already grabbing him and pulling him up the stairs.
"'Mione wait! Locomotor Mortis!" Hermione's eyes got big as saucers, and she looked as if she was about to scream at him for using magic, but Harry cut her off.
"'Mione its okay, I've got permission from the Minister." Hermione calmed down, but still looked weary, and then it too disappeared, and the hyperactive Hermione appeared once again, dragging him up the stairs another time. Ron followed silently, looking confused, and frustrated at the same time, which wasn't hard for Ron.
Once upstairs, Hermione burst into description what there summer had been like. She detailed who was around the house, when the order meetings had been, what little they had overheard, and what and who they had been doing and hanging out with. So far this summer, it had just been her and Ron, and a few of the Order members plus Mrs. Weasley all summer. Then came the dreaded question that he knew he was going to answer.
"So what did you do this summer?" Ron had asked it, surprisingly, grinning. Harry knew he couldn't lie to them, as they would tell. But he did make them promise not to tell anybody what he told them, not even Dumbledore, saying that he was going to tell him when the time came. They both nodded there heads, and then Harry launched into explanation.
