He awoke with a start. He had had such a realistic dream. Oh, how he wished it had been real.
And that was when he looked at his arm. There, strapped on, was the watch. And there, around his neck, the key to his box. On his bedside table were the drops, and immediately, he put them in.
Immediately, his vision was improved greatly. He now decided to go into his box.
First, he went into the apartment. There was a note sitting on the table. It said:
"All food that you desire in the fridge, all drinks in the cooler, spare guest rooms for friends, and large television with surround sound, for all movies desired.
GG and M
The apartment was large. On the walls were pictures of Harry's friends and there were some of his mum and dad. Even ones of Sirius. He was really happy.
It had comfortable chairs, large TV, stereo, practically everything Harry wanted. It even had the decoration he would have wanted. He also had a nice surprise when he went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was packed full of food and drinks, even all his favourites including some of Mrs Weasley's home made cooking.
Next, he went to the library. It was about 5 times as large as the Hogwarts library. It had books on everything. He even felt his new thirst for knowledge kicking in and decided to read some of the books.
He never thought he would go into a library and read a book, just like Hermione, but soon, his thirst for knowledge had led him into some interesting facts, hexes and information that would really help him. Later that day, (5 minutes later from when he woke up), he decided to go through to the next part, which had sports. He was amazed by all the Quidditch books. It had everything he would need for Gryffindor to win the cup, he was sure of it.
He continued round all of the sections of the box. He went to the Athletics training ground, and found a note saying:
Your agility will also increase.
He agreed, and after running round, and swimming in the Olympic sized swimming pool, he decided to go to the next section.
Next, to the workshop. He designed a new broomstick for himself. It would be the best one ever made. Light, durable, nothing wrong, and nothing faster. He planned to work on it over the summer and get practice on it in the Quidditch Pitch.
And so he continued on. The terrain training had all types of different weather and challenges. There was a fighting simulator inside every one, so he could practice.
The Quidditch Pitch was brilliant. It had everything he needed, plus virtual simulators for every position, which would be good practice for Ron and himself.
The gym had every single feature of a state-of-the-art-gym. After working out there for many inside the box hours, he already had a 6 pack, and muscles. Also, the Healing Parlour. It was magnificent. As soon as he went in, there were cures for everything. Curses, hexes, broken bones, everything. There was even a teeth whitening place in it. There Madam Pomfrey would probably worry, as he was a regular visitor to the hospital wing.
And so he continued on. And after 2 hours of outside time, he came back to his bedroom. There, he found yet another note.
Harry, you will age by outside time only. If you spend a day inside, you will only age 10 minutes. Please enjoy.
GGM
(P.S – Take our advice about your friends, and let them enjoy this as well. There is a spell on this, so that if anyone knows, they cannot tell, even under all curses.)
Harry decided then, that he would take the advice given to him the previous night. He would go back to The Burrow, and would enjoy his summer, even if they had been stupid, he knew they had their reasons for not wanting to say.
He ran downstairs, to were he found Dumbledore standing there, apparently waiting for him.
"Did you sleep well, Harry?" He sounded concerned.
"Yes Sir. I have decided to go to the Burrow after breakfast Sir, if that's ok with you."
"Of course Harry. I could not deprive you of summer with your friends. Also they're going to Diagon Alley later, so you can go with them. Also, Miss Granger is back. Her parents talked to Mrs Weasley, and decided that they are not doing anything wrong, but should have been more considerate, and so will be serving punishments while at the Burrow."
Harry smiled, the Golden Trio would be together again in good spirits.
After a huge breakfast, which consisted of a fry, Tonks and Dumbledore got his trunk and Hedwig again, while Harry took his other trunk, which for code, he decided to call his Legend trunk. Dumbledore stared at it, maybe because he didn't see it yesterday, and asked Harry were it came from.
Harry, knowing that he couldn't lie to him, explained what had happened. Dumbledore looked shocked.
"Harry, have you ever heard of the Heir of the Legends?"
"No Sir. What is it?"
"Well, it's actually a who. You are the Heir of the Legends Harry."
"But how..." Harry began, but Dumbledore began to explain to him the Legend about the Legend of the Heirs.
"Well, it has been rumoured for years about this second Heir of Merlin, Heir of Gryffindor himself. It was rumoured after the prophecy about it was made. People began to think the Heirs would be soon. I knew that Gryffindor himself was one. Then I began to wonder who the second Heir was. The Sword of Gryffindor, which you pulled out of the hat in your second year, actually once belonged to Merlin. It was also in that prophecy hat only the true Heir of the Legends could produce that sword. Gryffindor was only the Heir of the Legend. The first air was never prophesied too much. But the second, with double the power would become the greatest wizard alive in their time. Actually, more great than Merlin himself."
Harry was shocked at everything that Dumbledore knew.
"And you are being taught by them, are you Harry?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Well, they will teach you well. Now, we shall go off to the Burrow."
Tonks, carrying his trunk, went first. Soon, she had disappeared; and Harry went next, carrying his Legend trunk.
"The Burrow." He said.
Soon, he was back in the again familiar settings that were the Burrow. Mrs Weasley came over to him again, grasping him in a motherly hug.
"Would you like to go upstairs, Harry?" She said cautiously.
"Yes, OK, Mrs Weasley, thank you."
Harry ran upstairs, and into Ron's room.
Hermione and Ron were sitting talking. Harry set down his Legend trunk.
They looked up, sadness in their eyes.
"Harry..." Ron began, but Harry cut them off.
"Listen, I know this will take a while to explain, so hold on to me." They stared at him, but did what he had asked. He pushed the number 1 on his watch, and they were in Harry's apartment.
"Wow Harry! What is this, what's happening?"
Harry proceeded to explain everything that had happened to him, explaining all the details of the rooms, and he explained to them he was just shocked. He was sorry, they were sorry, and all was good.
"Harry, can I have a look in the library?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, Harry. Can I go to the Quidditch pitch with you, to the simulators."
"Well, why don't we go to the Library first, I want to show you both something."
They followed Harry to the Library. Over the previous few hours, he had read how to make them learn and understand their chosen language which no- one else would understand unless they wanted them to.
Harry had also explained to them about what Dumbledore had taught him as well.
He raised up his hand, gave it a flick and said, "Langue Newus Potterish."
Suddenly, they knew a totally new language, which Harry had happily decided to call Potterish. They could write it, speak it, understand it, everything.
Back in English, Ron said, "Wow, Harry. This is so cool. If we want to make plans, we can talk Potterish and no-one will understand!"
"I know Ron, it will be so cool!" Harry replied. He continued, "Hermione, why don't you look round the library, and Ron and I will go to the simulators beside the Quidditch Pitch. But first Ron, I have a present for you. Follow me."
Hermione stayed put, and began staring fascinated at the books.
Ron followed Harry to the workshop. There, Harry showed him two broomsticks. Not finished, but nearly. Harry had done them while he was bored earlier.
"Ron, these are going to be the perfect brooms. No broomstick in the world will be better in any way, and we will be the owners on them, the LightningBolt 1 2. I'll have 1 and you will have 2."
Ron's face was a picture of delight, glee, and happiness, all in one.
"Oh Harry, thank you, thank you so much."
"They are nearly finished, a few minutes work. So, let's finish them. Together"
They continued working on them, making them as perfect as perfection would allow them. All they had to do was paint them.
They decided to paint them medium blue, with gold lightning marks down it. And in gold lightning bolt like letters, they wrote the names.
Harry and Ron were staring in awe at them.
"Harry, can we take them to the Quidditch Pitch now?"
"Yeah, let's practice with the Quaffle. I'll throw it at you, and you can practice saving, then we'll go on the simulators."
Soon, they were ready to kick off. The pitch had automatic commentary, it was exciting and informative. Harry got out a Quaffle from one of the many Quidditch ball sets.
They kicked off. The brooms were indeed perfect. The fast speed, getting used to controlling it was easy, and they also went by his their thoughts as well, which was handy if they were stuck, they would say, "automatic" and the broom would go by their thoughts. Saying "manual" put it back to normal.
It was brilliant fun. Then after, they went on the simulators. They could choose from different weather and difficulty of opponents. There was also a training part, which was brilliant.
Soon, they went back to the Library, met Hermione and went back to the apartment.
After raiding the ever refilling fridge, cooler, and lounging down on the sofa, they began to discuss the Legend trunk.
"It's amazing Harry." Hermione began. "I learnt so many things. Practically every book I wanted was there."
"Yeah mate, well done on such a brilliant box." Ron said, while stuffing pumpkin pasties into his mouth.
Hermione sighed. He would never learn manners, would he?
They continued talking, and decided to go back into the normal world, since they had spent about 8 hours inside the box (inside time) (1/2 hour outside time).
They decided to go back out, but return later to do their homework, with the Homework Help.
They came out of the box, just in time for them to hear Mrs Weasley calling them for dinner.
And that was when he looked at his arm. There, strapped on, was the watch. And there, around his neck, the key to his box. On his bedside table were the drops, and immediately, he put them in.
Immediately, his vision was improved greatly. He now decided to go into his box.
First, he went into the apartment. There was a note sitting on the table. It said:
"All food that you desire in the fridge, all drinks in the cooler, spare guest rooms for friends, and large television with surround sound, for all movies desired.
GG and M
The apartment was large. On the walls were pictures of Harry's friends and there were some of his mum and dad. Even ones of Sirius. He was really happy.
It had comfortable chairs, large TV, stereo, practically everything Harry wanted. It even had the decoration he would have wanted. He also had a nice surprise when he went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was packed full of food and drinks, even all his favourites including some of Mrs Weasley's home made cooking.
Next, he went to the library. It was about 5 times as large as the Hogwarts library. It had books on everything. He even felt his new thirst for knowledge kicking in and decided to read some of the books.
He never thought he would go into a library and read a book, just like Hermione, but soon, his thirst for knowledge had led him into some interesting facts, hexes and information that would really help him. Later that day, (5 minutes later from when he woke up), he decided to go through to the next part, which had sports. He was amazed by all the Quidditch books. It had everything he would need for Gryffindor to win the cup, he was sure of it.
He continued round all of the sections of the box. He went to the Athletics training ground, and found a note saying:
Your agility will also increase.
He agreed, and after running round, and swimming in the Olympic sized swimming pool, he decided to go to the next section.
Next, to the workshop. He designed a new broomstick for himself. It would be the best one ever made. Light, durable, nothing wrong, and nothing faster. He planned to work on it over the summer and get practice on it in the Quidditch Pitch.
And so he continued on. The terrain training had all types of different weather and challenges. There was a fighting simulator inside every one, so he could practice.
The Quidditch Pitch was brilliant. It had everything he needed, plus virtual simulators for every position, which would be good practice for Ron and himself.
The gym had every single feature of a state-of-the-art-gym. After working out there for many inside the box hours, he already had a 6 pack, and muscles. Also, the Healing Parlour. It was magnificent. As soon as he went in, there were cures for everything. Curses, hexes, broken bones, everything. There was even a teeth whitening place in it. There Madam Pomfrey would probably worry, as he was a regular visitor to the hospital wing.
And so he continued on. And after 2 hours of outside time, he came back to his bedroom. There, he found yet another note.
Harry, you will age by outside time only. If you spend a day inside, you will only age 10 minutes. Please enjoy.
GGM
(P.S – Take our advice about your friends, and let them enjoy this as well. There is a spell on this, so that if anyone knows, they cannot tell, even under all curses.)
Harry decided then, that he would take the advice given to him the previous night. He would go back to The Burrow, and would enjoy his summer, even if they had been stupid, he knew they had their reasons for not wanting to say.
He ran downstairs, to were he found Dumbledore standing there, apparently waiting for him.
"Did you sleep well, Harry?" He sounded concerned.
"Yes Sir. I have decided to go to the Burrow after breakfast Sir, if that's ok with you."
"Of course Harry. I could not deprive you of summer with your friends. Also they're going to Diagon Alley later, so you can go with them. Also, Miss Granger is back. Her parents talked to Mrs Weasley, and decided that they are not doing anything wrong, but should have been more considerate, and so will be serving punishments while at the Burrow."
Harry smiled, the Golden Trio would be together again in good spirits.
After a huge breakfast, which consisted of a fry, Tonks and Dumbledore got his trunk and Hedwig again, while Harry took his other trunk, which for code, he decided to call his Legend trunk. Dumbledore stared at it, maybe because he didn't see it yesterday, and asked Harry were it came from.
Harry, knowing that he couldn't lie to him, explained what had happened. Dumbledore looked shocked.
"Harry, have you ever heard of the Heir of the Legends?"
"No Sir. What is it?"
"Well, it's actually a who. You are the Heir of the Legends Harry."
"But how..." Harry began, but Dumbledore began to explain to him the Legend about the Legend of the Heirs.
"Well, it has been rumoured for years about this second Heir of Merlin, Heir of Gryffindor himself. It was rumoured after the prophecy about it was made. People began to think the Heirs would be soon. I knew that Gryffindor himself was one. Then I began to wonder who the second Heir was. The Sword of Gryffindor, which you pulled out of the hat in your second year, actually once belonged to Merlin. It was also in that prophecy hat only the true Heir of the Legends could produce that sword. Gryffindor was only the Heir of the Legend. The first air was never prophesied too much. But the second, with double the power would become the greatest wizard alive in their time. Actually, more great than Merlin himself."
Harry was shocked at everything that Dumbledore knew.
"And you are being taught by them, are you Harry?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Well, they will teach you well. Now, we shall go off to the Burrow."
Tonks, carrying his trunk, went first. Soon, she had disappeared; and Harry went next, carrying his Legend trunk.
"The Burrow." He said.
Soon, he was back in the again familiar settings that were the Burrow. Mrs Weasley came over to him again, grasping him in a motherly hug.
"Would you like to go upstairs, Harry?" She said cautiously.
"Yes, OK, Mrs Weasley, thank you."
Harry ran upstairs, and into Ron's room.
Hermione and Ron were sitting talking. Harry set down his Legend trunk.
They looked up, sadness in their eyes.
"Harry..." Ron began, but Harry cut them off.
"Listen, I know this will take a while to explain, so hold on to me." They stared at him, but did what he had asked. He pushed the number 1 on his watch, and they were in Harry's apartment.
"Wow Harry! What is this, what's happening?"
Harry proceeded to explain everything that had happened to him, explaining all the details of the rooms, and he explained to them he was just shocked. He was sorry, they were sorry, and all was good.
"Harry, can I have a look in the library?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, Harry. Can I go to the Quidditch pitch with you, to the simulators."
"Well, why don't we go to the Library first, I want to show you both something."
They followed Harry to the Library. Over the previous few hours, he had read how to make them learn and understand their chosen language which no- one else would understand unless they wanted them to.
Harry had also explained to them about what Dumbledore had taught him as well.
He raised up his hand, gave it a flick and said, "Langue Newus Potterish."
Suddenly, they knew a totally new language, which Harry had happily decided to call Potterish. They could write it, speak it, understand it, everything.
Back in English, Ron said, "Wow, Harry. This is so cool. If we want to make plans, we can talk Potterish and no-one will understand!"
"I know Ron, it will be so cool!" Harry replied. He continued, "Hermione, why don't you look round the library, and Ron and I will go to the simulators beside the Quidditch Pitch. But first Ron, I have a present for you. Follow me."
Hermione stayed put, and began staring fascinated at the books.
Ron followed Harry to the workshop. There, Harry showed him two broomsticks. Not finished, but nearly. Harry had done them while he was bored earlier.
"Ron, these are going to be the perfect brooms. No broomstick in the world will be better in any way, and we will be the owners on them, the LightningBolt 1 2. I'll have 1 and you will have 2."
Ron's face was a picture of delight, glee, and happiness, all in one.
"Oh Harry, thank you, thank you so much."
"They are nearly finished, a few minutes work. So, let's finish them. Together"
They continued working on them, making them as perfect as perfection would allow them. All they had to do was paint them.
They decided to paint them medium blue, with gold lightning marks down it. And in gold lightning bolt like letters, they wrote the names.
Harry and Ron were staring in awe at them.
"Harry, can we take them to the Quidditch Pitch now?"
"Yeah, let's practice with the Quaffle. I'll throw it at you, and you can practice saving, then we'll go on the simulators."
Soon, they were ready to kick off. The pitch had automatic commentary, it was exciting and informative. Harry got out a Quaffle from one of the many Quidditch ball sets.
They kicked off. The brooms were indeed perfect. The fast speed, getting used to controlling it was easy, and they also went by his their thoughts as well, which was handy if they were stuck, they would say, "automatic" and the broom would go by their thoughts. Saying "manual" put it back to normal.
It was brilliant fun. Then after, they went on the simulators. They could choose from different weather and difficulty of opponents. There was also a training part, which was brilliant.
Soon, they went back to the Library, met Hermione and went back to the apartment.
After raiding the ever refilling fridge, cooler, and lounging down on the sofa, they began to discuss the Legend trunk.
"It's amazing Harry." Hermione began. "I learnt so many things. Practically every book I wanted was there."
"Yeah mate, well done on such a brilliant box." Ron said, while stuffing pumpkin pasties into his mouth.
Hermione sighed. He would never learn manners, would he?
They continued talking, and decided to go back into the normal world, since they had spent about 8 hours inside the box (inside time) (1/2 hour outside time).
They decided to go back out, but return later to do their homework, with the Homework Help.
They came out of the box, just in time for them to hear Mrs Weasley calling them for dinner.