Golden Eyes

by Rouisu86

6th year. Harry decides to stop grieving over Sirius and starts training himself to battle Voldemort. But what happens when he messes up his animagus potion, and one of his companions drinks it? Chapter 6 up!

5. Awakening

For my reviewers:

triquetraperson: Yes, I did get the Ho-Oh idea from Pokemon, but I didn't use the name just because of that. If my etymology is correct, the word 'Ho-Oh' comes from the Japanese word 'Howo', meaning phoenix.

devil's nightmare: I have no intentions on making this a super Harry fic. So I apologize, but you won't be seeing Harry with uber-powerful swords, blasting apart Voldie like he was trash. The 'Harry getting stronger' element of this story is equal to the 'Mana' element.

Merle Elendil: I'm happy you think this fic reminds you of Chobits! That's my goal, to write Harry Potter with a slight anime flair. I don't plan on making Mana into a normal talking human anytime soon, so expect more 'moments' from Mana!

Now, on with the story!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its associated trademarks are the property of J.K Rowling. The plot and original characters in this fiction are my own. This fictional work is written for recreational purposes only. No copyright is intended.

Morning.

Harry's body kicked into gear as his eyes fluttered open to greet the new day. Sticking his hand out, he grabbed his glasses and put them on, while at the same time sitting in bed. Looking at his watch, it was only 5:30 in the morning. He'd only have a few hours of sleep, yet he felt refreshed. But unlike other mornings before, he didn't wake up screaming.

That's strange…I haven't had any visions from Voldemort lately. Hell, ever since the fiasco at the Ministry, I've never had a vision from him, and my dreams of Sirius dying ended the night I got my emancipation. It must mean that Voldemort is keeping a low profile, for now. He's either building up his forces or he's hatching up a new plan. My training begins today. As soon as I get my stuff, I will begin.

Feeling somewhat low for thinking about his nemesis so early in the morning, Harry turned to look at Mana. The owl-turned-girl was still sleeping. Harry smiled gently at the sight of Mana's sleeping form. With her peaceful look on her face, her silky brown hair draped over her cheeks and her soft breaths, she was tranquillity embodied. Not wanting to wake her, he decided to do a little reading before the sun went up. Harry opened his trunk, pulled out a random book, turned on the light (the bulb was quite dim in his room) and began to read. He had gotten Banishing the Dark: Introduction to Light Arts.

Dear Reader,

I thank you for buying the third edition of my book, Banishing the Dark. This text will introduce you to the more interesting light arts classified magic, knowledge that is probably not well circulated in the world today. However, before you delve into the information this book contains, I would like to ask you a question. Does light magic make you good, and does dark magic make you evil?

You may think that is quite a stupid question, as you will most probably say, "of course light is good and dark is evil." Well dear reader, my following words may change your mind. If you do not wish to be detoured by an old man's rumblings, then by all means continue to the contents. But if you would like to have a different outlook on good and evil, dark and light, please heed my words.

Let me ask you this: why is light magic considered inherently good? Is it because light magic protects people? That it doesn't hurt anyone? If that is your answer, than your reasoning is incorrect. You would be quite surprised to know that the light arts contains quite a few spells that can inflict pain, even more so than 'dark' spells. But yet they are considered 'good' even though they do 'evil'.

Let me give you an example. Not many people know this, but the light arts has its own killing spell. Yes, as in Avada Kedavra type killing. The rare, legendary annihilation counter curse, Terminus Est. I will not get into the specifics of this spell, but let me assure you, it is far worse than the Avada Kedavra. The Avada Kedavra kills the target instantly, without pain. Terminus Est is a counter curse that can counter any curse, and when it does, the attacker will feel pain according to the spell used against the caster, and will then die. Say wizard B caster the bone breaking on wizard A, and A casts Terminus Est. Wizard B will feel all his bones breaking, before he dies, in agony. Why is such a barbaric spell called 'good?'

Because we believe it to be good. The idea of 'good' is a social construction, what may be good for society 1 may be different to society 2. Yet the reasoning for current society to say Terminus Est is good, is the fact that it is a counter curse. Never mind the fact that it torments it's target before it kills it. Then, is it possible that dark arts may have spells that aren't evil?

Yes, the dark arts has spells that one might think, that is without established belief, can't possibly be good. The Hex Luminae creates a physical beam of light, which can shine in the darkness or any area without poor visibility. Doesn't seem evil now, does it? Oh, it can also be used to impale an opponent. It is evil because it can hurt, yet so many spells that one may learn at school can hurt others, yet they are not in taboo with society. A Diffindo can cut an opponent's limb with enough force, while repeated Stupefys can knock a target into a coma. One last example: the unforgivable curse, the Imperious, is unforgivable because it dominates a person's mind and makes them an unwilling slave. But did you know, the Imperious was developed in ancient times as a way to help people overcome fear and trauma. Why is it 'evil' now? Why can a light spell kill? Why can a dark spell be used as a cure? Do you see the point I am trying to make?

Intent. What makes a light or dark spell good or evil is the intent of the person casting it. Using Terminus Est to defend oneself from an attempted murder is not bad, but using it on a person casting a helpful charm on you is. Using Hex Luminae is stab a person trying to kill your family is not bad, but deliberately trying to impale someone though the heart because you don't like them is not good. What we hope to achieve using magic is what is important, not how it is done. Whether it is to help a friend or to cripple a neighbour, it is all in the head. Not in the wand.

So dear reader, I implore you, keep an open mind when reading this book and it's companion book, Erasing the Light: Introduction to Dark Arts. Do not be afraid to use dark arts for good deeds, and don't justify evil deeds with light magic. The only good and evil in this world is not in magic, but in our minds and hearts.

Vergil Alighieri

Harry closed the book, looking clearly shaken. Could…could dark arts be used for good? Could light arts be used for evil! It just doesn't add up! Harry had always lived by the belief that light is good, dark is bad. He got his first taste of this divide when, almost 6 years ago, Hagrid had told him that some wizards went bad. It was reinforced when he met Ron and his stance towards the dark side, and Malfoy with his attitude. It was at this point that Harry realised he will never do dark magic, because he didn't want to turn 'evil'. And through the past 5 years, his belief in that light is good and dark is bad grew stronger, whether it was from the various Quidditch matches against Slytherin or his showdowns at Voldemort. He never once considered that life was not two dimensional, that there was an in-between. That, between darkness and light, there would be shades of grey.

Harry closed up the book and set it by his bedside table. He simply opened the blinds in his tiny room and waited for the sun to rise. Sure enough, at around 6, Harry's side of the world was illuminated in the yellow glow of the morning sun. Surprisingly, Mana woke up at the exact moment a rooster crowed, when the hands on his watch hit 6:00. Fluttering her eyes open, she let out a soft yawn as she sat up and faced Harry. Harry was still facing the dawning sun when some tentative nudges on his shoulder blades caused him to turn around to a hungry Mana.

"Harry." Said the golden eyed girl sheepishly, as she pointed to her stomach, "Eat?"

Harry led Mana down to kitchen for some breakfast. This time, though, he didn't have to hold her hand as he made his way to the kitchen. It seemed that Mana finally started to understand when she needed to follow Harry, because when she saw Harry stand up on from the bed she did the same. Harry was quite amused (and thankful) that she was following him almost normally to the kitchen (she did poke the occasional door knob though). So when the two reached the kitchen, Harry had Mana sit down.

"Sit, Mana." ordered Harry as he pulled out a chair for Mana to sit down in. Curiously enough, Mana didn't take the offered chair. Rather, she imitated Harry's actions and pulled out another chair at the Dursley table, before sitting herself comfortably in it. She beamed happily at the surprised looking Harry.

"Wow Mana, you're learning pretty fast." muttered Harry as he whipped out his wand to make some breakfast. Mana tilted her head to the side and smiled. It was obvious she didn't understand what Harry just said, but she knew she had done something good. For today's breakfast, Harry conjured some generic corn flakes cereal with milk. He made two bowls, and he pushed one towards Mana.

"Eat." Said Harry as he dug into his meal. He was so ingrossed with breakfast that he failed to notice Mana, looking quite lost as she picked up a spoonful of cereal. "Harry." Stuttered Mana in confusion as she poked the contents of the spoon with a tentative finger. Harry looked up and grinned.

"Hey girl, just eat, ok?" he said good naturedly. To demonstrate his point, Harry scooped another spoonful of cereal into his spoon and ate. "Eat." He repeated.

"Eat." Muttered Mana to herself. Bringing the spoon to her lips, she prepared to eat with Harry watching her. She slowly picked up the corn flakes with her teeth and ate them, before drinking the milk that was left in the spoon. She looked up at Harry, obviously pleased with her success.

"Mana eat!" she exclaimed playfully. In her happiness, she failed to notice Harry trying to stifle his laughs (or maybe she did but she didn't know what it meant). "Harry?' she asked in uncertainty.

I get it know Harry thought She's confused. She doesn't know how to treat the cereal, as a solid or liquid. That's why she's eating the flakes and milk separately. Maybe I should show her…

"Mana, watch me." commanded Harry as he dug up another spoonful of cereal. Mana's eyes blinked in surprise, but her gaze never left Harry. Satisfied with his demonstration, Harry motioned Mana to give it a shot. She scooped up some of the cereal, and with visible hesitation, plopped the spoon into her mouth, at which point she began to chew. Her face broke into a smile as she did so, and she began to ravenously demolish her breakfast. Harry relaxed, and enjoyed the meal with his golden-eyed ward.

Since Harry was planning to take Mana to the library, he had to make her look presentable. That meant another round of showering. Although embarrassed, Harry managed to give Mana a decent shower without dying of blood loss through the nose. After the shower, he also presented Mana with panties, a bra, a pair of jeans and a generic white shirt. The owl-girl put on the clothes without hassle, much to Harry's utter relief. He couldn't handle the thought of having to dress Mana again (although the naughtier part of his mind thought otherwise). He led Mana to the lounge room where he turned on the TV for her enjoyment. Unfortunately for the owl-girl, there was no Jackass to watch, but she seemed quite content with the current show, an anime called Yukitate! Japan. After making sure she was occupied, Harry took his own shower. After changing his clothes, Harry remembered that he had to administer the Literati potion to Mana. He took the flask that he had set overnight and pulled out a dropper from his potions kit, and headed to the lounge room. Mana was currently engrossed in the TV show, and didn't notice Harry until he prodded her in the shoulder. She turned her head, her brown hair cascading over her shoulder, and gave Harry a playful smile,

"Harry?" Harry showed Mana the flask and dropper,

"I've got something for you to drink, Mana." He filled the dropper with Literati potion, and set the flask to the side. Mana looked at the dropper with curiosity.

"Food?" she inquired, almost hopefully. Harry chuckled, and corrected her.

"No, drink." Mana's face brightened, she obviously thought the stuff in the dropper was as tasty as cola. She held out her hand, looking at the dropper. Harry decided not to give it to her; knowing Mana, she'd probably eat the dropper. Instead, he motioned towards his mouth, which he opened wide. He 'ahhhhed', and repeatedly pointed to his mouth. Mana seemed to get the picture, as she opened her mouth wide and began to point repeatedly to it as well. Harry nodded, and closed in on her with the dropper. Mana noticed this, and although she didn't do anything, her eyes betrayed her nervousness. Harry caught on to this, and smiled gently.

"Trust me, Mana." He didn't expect her to understand, but for some reason, the hesitation in Mana's golden eyes vanished in an instant. Harry positioned the dropper over Mana's mouth and, after making sure Mana wasn't going to make a run for it, squeezed the dropper, allowing the drop of Literati potion to fall into Mana's mouth. Mana closed her mouth and swallowed. Harry anxiously looked on, praying to whatever God that was listening that he had done the right thing. Mana's eyes glazed over somewhat for a few seconds, before she refocused her view on Harry. Apart from that, there seem to be no sign that the potion worked. In desperation, Harry scrounged around the lounge table and pulled out magazine. He presented the magazine to Mana, and pointed to a particular word on the cover. Mana looked at the word, and said,

"Queen." She looked at Harry, as if asking for his judgement. Harry looked stunned, but a wide smile made its way to his face. He patted Mana on the head, grinning,

"Yes Mana. Queen." Mana smiled in pleasure, but then tilted her head to the side.

"Queen?" she asked slowly. Harry looked stupidly at Mana for a moment, until his brain kicked into gear.

Of course. Just because she can read and write now doesn't mean she can talk normally or understand terms. Well, I've given her the potion; it's time to head to the library.

"Mana, follow me." commanded Harry as he took Mana's hand in his. He led Mana to the front door. After putting his shoes (Mana put her sandals on her own), Harry locked up the house and made his way to the library with Mana.

On the way, Harry pointed out more things to Mana. He figured that, since she could read now, she might have an easier time in understanding things. It was a bright, cloudless morning in Surrey, and by checking his watch, it was only 10:00 in the morning. The traffic rush hour would've already passed, so Harry enjoyed a leisurely stroll hand in hand with Mana. He pointed out various signs to Mana, and she would read them out.

"McDonald's."

"Bargain."

"Detour."

Harry admired the Literati potion; it certainly did its job. Mana could read at the same level as Harry. After half an hour's walk, the pair finally made it to Surrey district library. It was a relatively new building: red bricked and supported by white pillars, it was also equipped with state of the art muggle technology. So as Harry and Mana made their way up the stairs leading to the entrance, Harry pointed out the obstacle ahead of them.

"Automatic door." Informed Harry. Mana looked quite surprised; Harry surmised that this was the first time that she ever encountered muggle technology of this calibre. She looked somewhat hesitant as she and Harry approached the seeming solid glass doors: although she used to be an owl, she knew a hazard when she saw one. Mana tried to slow down her steps, but Harry led forward without hesitation. She was leaning back as she neared the doors, and was about to brace herself for impact when the doors slid open. Harry turned to her and grinned. Mana watched in fascination as the doors made a passageway for herself and Harry. She let out a relieved giggle as she pointed at the door.

"Auto…matic door, Harry?" she asked curiously. Harry nodded.

"That's right, Mana."

The two teenagers entered the air-conditioned library; Mana enjoyed the sensation of air gently touching her body. The library was moderately full that morning; people were walking up and down the shelves, writing furiously at the tables, typing at the computer consoles or lounging around the comfy sofas. Harry directed Mana to one of the empty sofas and bade her to sit down. She did so, while inspecting her surroundings with interest. After making sure Mana wasn't going to move, Harry went to the front counter to sign up for a library card. After a few minutes, Harry returned to Mana's sofa with a brand new, laminated library card in his hands. Mana stood up to greet Harry and pointed to the object in Harry's hand. Harry caught her gaze.

"This is a library card, Mana." said Harry while he showed the card to Mana. She looked at it with interest, before turning her attention back to Harry, signifying that she had her fun. Harry led Mana to some shelves near the back of the library (the library clerk pointed it out to him) and instructed Mana to stay by his side.

"Stay with me, Mana." ordered Harry. Mana nodded, and instinctively grabbed onto Harry's arm. Harry flushed red for a second, savouring in Mana's warm, feather-like touch, before he began to hunt for books. Surprisingly, Mana didn't do anything stupid, like eat a book, while Harry was searching. She turned her head to the side, and read out the words on the binding. Harry paid no attention as he pulled out several books related to child-rearing, and after perusing though a few, decided to keep three.

Well, even though Mana looks like my age, she does act like a child. No, not even that, a baby. These books will help me deal with Mana. I hope, if all goes well, Mana will at least be able to talk a bit by the time I go to Hogwarts. If she can't come with me, then I'll ask Mrs Weasley if she can mind her.

After he finished raiding the parenting section, Harry pulled Mana over to the children's non-fiction section, where he had an amusing time picking out picture books for Mana's sake. The owl girl smiled at the sight of the pretty, colourful books and she couldn't help but prod a few as Harry took out some choice titles for Mana.

When Blaise comes around later on I can ask her to read these with Mana, as well as teach her stuff.

Satisfied with his books, Harry headed over to the loans desk with Mana in tow. The borrowing process went without a hitch, although the librarian did throw a few weird looks at Harry and Mana. After all, it's not everyday a pair of teenagers would try and borrow books on child-raising. Putting his loaned books in a bag provided by the librarian, he led Mana out of the library and the two went back to Four Pivett Drive.

The pair arrived back at 12:00, lunch time. So when the two reached the kitchen, Harry conjured some fish and chips for lunch. The two ate lunch in silence, and without incident. It seemed that Mana was able to use her knife and fork effectively enough to eat her meal. Harry couldn't help but smile as he watched the owl-turned-girl eat normally, when a few days ago; she struggled to put on her T-shirt. Although she was still, in a normal person's standards, stupid, Harry was confident that she would become intelligent with time.

I wonder what the Weasleys are going think when they see Mana. I mean, they are the nicest family a guy could ever have, but I know how Mrs Weasley tends to flip out when she sees something that isn't normal. Not that anything in the Wizarding world is normal, anyways. Wait…I have to find out if Mana is magical, in the first place. I mean, she was once my owl, but now she's human. Now I can't help but wonder. I'd rather have her with me at Hogwarts, but I would be more than happy to have her stay with the Weasleys. I guess the only chance I have in finding out is if she can cast a spell with my wand. It may not match her, but all I need is the slightest spark…

Harry ate pensively, engrossed in his thoughts. Mana couldn't care less as she wolfed down her food. As soon as she had finished, Harry banished away their mess with an Evanesco, cleaned the plates and put them away. He then faced Mana, who was still sitting in her chair, smiling pleasantly. He didn't want to force Mana into doing this, but he had to be sure.

"Stand up, Mana." Mana's eyes brightened as she did so. She took her place next to Harry's side, almost like a house-elf awaiting orders. Painfully reminded of the treacherous Kreacher, he decided to move on to the next phase of his plans. He caught Mana's eye and gestured her to look at his wand. Mana did so. After making sure her attention was on him, he muttered,

"Lumos!" A bright light emerged from Harry's wand, filling the kitchen they were in with light. Mana's eyes widened with awe as she saw the magic being performed. Harry repeated the light spell several times for Mana, until he saw understanding in her eyes. Breathing anxiously, he handed his wand to Mana who took it eagerly.

"Now Mana, Lumos. Lumos." Mana nodded, and holding Harry's phoenix feather wand firmly, she muttered the incantation.

"Lumos."

To Harry's utter shock, a bright light emerged from her wand, much brighter than his one had been. Not only did she pull off the spell, but she could do it on her first try, made it strong and she did it with a wand that didn't match with her! It was Harry's turn to watch Mana with awe, who in the meantime looked somewhat glad she did what she was ordered to.

"Mana!" cried Harry excitedly, "You're magical! You're a witch!"

Mana blinked in confusion as she heard Harry's statements. "Mana…witch?" she asked slowly.

Harry, invigorated with Mana's magical ability, was determined to show her what she was. He performed several low level charms, astounding Mana with his prowess (from her point of view).

"This is magic, Mana." he explained as he performed the Avis charm, making a flock of birds emerge from his wand.

"Ma…magic?" she asked slowly, as she pointed to the end effects of Harry's spells.

"Yes!" cried Harry. He then gestured to himself and Mana.

"Wizard." he said as he pointed to himself while he was holding his wand. Mana nodded.

"Harry-wizard." she said with some confidence. Harry nodded as he gave his wand for Mana to hold. He then gestured to Mana and said,

"Witch."

"Mana-witch." she said. Harry grinned. Mana was getting smarter as the days rolled by. Taking his wand back, he pointed to himself and gestured to Mana.

"Wizard." was her shaky but sure reply. Harry nodded, and gave his wand back to Mana. She held it with a slight smile as he gestured to her.

"Witch." she said with some playfulness in her voice.

"Good, Mana." said Harry, genuinely feeling happy with the results. He remembered the DA last year, and the proud streak he felt when the members accomplished their tasks. Harry spent the next 20 minutes showing Mana some of his magical things. Mana smiled happily as Harry pointed out some of his magical possessions. It was if she was discovering an unknown part of herself, and considering that it was Harry how got her into this mess in the first place, he couldn't be happier for her. Then, Harry's watch hit 1:00. The doorbell of the Dursley residence chimed.

"Blaise is here, Mana!" cried out Harry. He stopped his explanation of his Firebolt and dragged Mana to the front door, much to her frustration.

"Ha-rry!" she groaned as soon as the two reached the front door. Opening it, Harry greeted his guest.

"Hello, Blaise…err, and, uhh…" The black haired, blue eyed Slytherin girl, dressed in a snazzy sweater and knee length skirt, was accompanied by two people behind her, a man and a woman. The man, who was sporting shoulder length black hair with grey streaks, had a very cunning look in his calculating grey eyes. He was tall, featured aristocratic facial features like a goatee and sharp jaw line and cheek, and was slightly built. Dressed in an expensive looking black muggle business suit, he looked very professional, almost cool. The woman, who had shiny black hair that reached her waist, looked far different. Her blue eyes radiated an almost playful aura, which went along well with her round, friendly face. The woman was of medium height and was quite slim, making her look quite pretty. She wore a white muggle blouse and black business skirt. They looked quite different (in terms of expression), yet the man did have a comfortable arm around the woman's waist.

They must be Blaise's parents

"Hello, Harry." greeted Blaise in a friendly manner. She gestured to the two behind her.

"These are my parents. Mother, father, this is my acq…friend," she corrected herself, "Harry Potter."

Mrs Zabini looked surprised for a moment, but resumed her playful expression. Mr Zabini gave Harry a look over, and nodded.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry." said Mrs Zabini. "My name is Nirvana Zabini, and this is my husband Alfredo. My daughter has told me about your, well, current situation, and I wish you all the best success."

"Thanks, Mrs Zabini. It's a pleasure to meet you and Mr Zabini." replied Harry, remembering his manners.

"Likewise." replied Mr Zabini. He seemed to be analysing Harry, as he was looking at the scar faced boy and was muttering under his breath. Harry strained to hear what he was saying.

"Hmm…heir of the Potters…quite wealthy…respectable blood…noble young man…I wonder…"

"Uhh, this is Mana, Mr and Mrs Zabini." said Harry, introducing the golden eyed girl who was standing next to him. Blaise's mother hugged Mana warmly, while her father grunted a polite 'hello' as he continued his examinations.

"Don't mind my husband. He gets lost in his own little world sometimes, but he's really nice." explained Mrs Zabini. Blaise followed up.

"Yeah, my father can be weird sometimes, but he only has the best intentions in his heart." she said. Mr Zabini whispered something to his wife's ear, who looked at Harry with some curiosity.

"Anything I can help you with, Mrs Zabini?" asked Harry. He hoped that he didn't make a bad impression.

"Just one question."

"Sure."

"Are you a virgin?" Harry's eyes bugged out as Blaise slapped her hand to her forehead. Harry couldn't tell whether the awkwardness of the situation came from the nature of the question, or the fact that Mrs Zabini looked like she had just asked for the time.

"I…err…I am." stuttered Harry. Nirvana smiled happily as she nudged her husband, who nodded shrewdly in return.

"That…is good to hear, Harry." answered Alfredo, whom Harry could've sworn had a glint in his eye. "Well, we won't keep you, take good care of our daughter, you hear? And we'll be back by 6:00; Blaise has already eaten in case you didn't know."

"Err…right." Harry was still feeling incredibly embarrassed.

"Then, we'll be off. Come, my dear, there is a muggle tea shop called 'Starbucks' that we should try." He beckoned his wife to follow him.

"You kids be good!" cried Mrs Zabini jovially. "Remember, a twosome's a party, but a threesome's a crowd!"

Harry's face turned blood red as the Zabini matriarch and patriarch wondered away. Blaise shook her head.

"My parents, as you can see, can be a little strange. Don't mind them, Harry."

Harry led the two lovely young ladies into the lounge room of the Dursley household. Blaise's eyes strayed towards Harry's stash of library books.

"You come prepared, Harry." she remarked. Harry nodded.

"Yeah, well I need to get a start on things. Blaise, could you read these books with Mana? I gave her a Literati potion so she can read and write, but she still needs knowledge."

"I can do that, Harry." replied Blaise confidently, "Since I can speak several languages, I'll try to help Mana to be able to string a simple sentence together."

"I'd like that, thanks Blaise."

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr Potter. Now, what will you be doing?"

"I'm off to Diagon Alley, I need to buy some things for my plan."

"I see. Well, I just hope you get back before I need to leave."

"I will. I only need to buy a few things for my training."

Blaise cast a critical eye over Harry. He wasn't quite the Golden Gryffindor, as the other Slytherins painted him as. Rather, he was acting almost like a Slytherin – he wasn't telling his supposed mentor Professor Dumbledore of his plans, and he didn't seem to have any qualms in making Hagrid lie about his situation to his 'friends.' As well as that, he didn't live in a mansion, dotted on by servants like Draco Malfoy claimed. Finally, now that she had a good chance in getting to know the green eyed boy, he didn't seem as arrogant and big headed as Professor Snape says. Intrigued by the Boy-Who-Lived's behaviour, Blaise decided she wanted some answers.

"Harry."

"Hmm?" Harry was in the process of putting his wand, Ho-Oh's feathers and some galleons in his pocket. Blaise cast one look at Mana (who was sitting down on the couch, looking at Blaise with some familiarity), before launching her question.

"Why?" Harry was caught unaware.

"Huh?" Blaise wasn't deterred

"I know why you are taking care of Mana, seeing that she used to be your owl, but why are you training so hard? Are you trying to fight He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? Shouldn't you be telling Dumbledore about this?" Harry's eyes turned into an angry green tone for a moment, surprising Blaise, before it regained its normal lustre. He sighed as he pulled his hand out of his jean pocket and gave her an answer.

"Do you want to know why I am so intent on doing this, Blaise?" he said somewhat harshly, "I am doing this to avenge the death of a man, whom I had come to love like a brother and father, whom I had a part in sending to his doom. Although it was his cousin that struck the killing blow, I felt that the man wouldn't have to die if it wasn't for me. But I do not pity myself anymore. I have awakened to the truth that we can spend our lives in misery or we can honour the memory of those we love. I choose to live for the man who gave his life for me, and to ensure that his sacrifices, every last one, will not be in vain." Harry looked away as he said this. Blaise was breathless with interest.

"Who is this man, Harry?" Again, Harry's eyes turned somewhat harsh for a moment.

"A man who suffered in Azkaban for 12 years, even though he was innocent. A man who was locked away in his own house by the order of someone he trusted. A man who died to save his godson. His name is Sirius Black." Blaise gasped so strongly that even Harry was shaken from his angry tone. He locked eyes with Blaise, and was surprised to see utmost shock in her Blaise's blue eyes.

"What's wrong?" Mana also seemed to sense something wrong, and she tried to put a reassuring hand on Blaise's arm. She was still for a moment, before she looked down in despair.

"Uncle Sirius…was innocent?" she breathed, her breaths leaving her in ragged gasps, "All this time…he was innocent? How…how could he…for all these years, he was innocent…" Harry looked surprised, then upset.

"You knew Sirius?" he choked out. Blaise nodded sadly.

"He…he was my father's second cousin. My father and Uncle Sirius had the same grandfather. I had some pictures of him, holding me while I was a newborn. I didn't know that he was sent to Azkaban until I was about seven, but when my mom told me about it, I got angry. That my dear Uncle Sirius would join the 'evil wizard.' I grew up hating and resenting that fact." Blaise let a few tears slide down her cheeks, while Harry rubbed his own eyes. She continued, "My father believed him, though. He and his cousin, Aunt Andromeda, believed him when my mother and I did not. I think that is why I have never been that close to my father as I have with my mother. But now, all my hatred was for nothing. I have hated an innocent man that never did anything but show me love and affection." With that, Blaise's cracked mask of indifference broke, and she began to sob, "Uncle Sirius…I'm so sorry…"

Harry was beside himself with even more guilt. It was bad enough that his stupidity had taken Sirius away from Remus. But now, he realised that he had deprived Nymphadora and Andromeda Tonks and Blaise and Alfredo Zabini of a beloved relative.

Gah…now I feel even worse…its all the more reason to try even harder in my training. I have caused pain for all these people. I will be never be able to relieve them of that pain, but I will sure as hell try to make things right, even a little…

"Harry…" whispered Blaise softly, "Some…some other time, will you talk to me about Uncle Sirius?" Harry nodded solemnly.

"I will."

Despite Harry's lack of knowledge for the human female, he did understand that Blaise wanted some peace and quiet for the meantime. For a few minutes, the two were motionless, letting their feelings wash over. Then, Blaise raised her head and smiled faintly at Harry.

"Thank you." she said, in a grateful voice, "for telling me the truth."

"You're welcome." Harry stuttered, not used to seeing the normally neutral-faced Blaise smile. Although, said the naughty part of his brain, it's not an unwelcome surprise, right? Harry decided it was his turn to ask questions.

"Blaise?"

"Hmm?"

"Why is it that you normally don't act like a Slytherin? I mean, you know Hagrid well enough to be on first name terms, and you seem to be pretty friendly with me as well. Why is that? I thought all Slytherins hate Gryffindors." Blaise frowned at Harry, but not out of annoyance. She seemed to be contemplating her answer.

"Well…we're not all bad, you know. I know Professor Hagrid because Care of Magical Creatures in one of my favourite subjects, alongside Charms. Despite his big appearance I know Hagrid's really a nice person, and although I was a Slytherin he befriended me." she replied casually, "But to answer your question, blood runs thicker than water, you know. House rivalry has lasted so long and for so strong that many Slytherins believe that every other house is against them. Remember our first year, how Gryffindor won those last minute points? Did you see how all the houses were so happy to see us lose?"

"Yeah." said Harry, realisation now dawning on him.

"Well, if you were a Slytherin, what would you think? Look at the attitudes all the other houses have towards us. They think we're all evil, but that's because they never give us a chance. And we don't give them chances because we know how they feel about us. So how could you be friends with another house when they think you're dark?"

Harry nodded, "I understand, but you can't deny that a lot of the Slytherins haven't acted like model wizards and witches."

"Good point." conceded Blaise, "But if no-one wants to befriend you, who else will you turn to? No-one but your own house. As you know, Malfoy, his friends and other children of ex-Death Eaters rule Slytherin. They either go along with them or they become complete outcasts at Hogwarts." Blaise finished bitterly.

"Oh…I never thought of that." mumbled Harry, humbled at this revelation. Due to his upbringing with the Dursleys, he knew what it was like, being an outcast, "This year…I'll try not to be so harsh on the Slytherins..." Blaise stifled a laugh.

"The golden boy of Gryffindor, being friendly with Slytherins?" she asked sceptically, "What is the world coming too?"

"I'll have you know I was almost sorted into Slytherin until I told the hat not to." blurted out Harry without realising his mistake. Blaise looked flabbergasted.

"Are you serious, Harry? You? A potential Slytherin? Hell no!" cried the normally calm Slytherin girl.

"If it wasn't for Malfoy being such a prick I would probably be wearing green instead of scarlet on my robes, you know." replied Harry.

"Oh," murmured Blaise, looking almost disappointed, "I see." She took a look at the clock on the wall, "Well, you should get going, Harry. It's almost 1:30. If you want to get to Diagon Alley and back before 6:00, now would be the time to leave."

"Ok!" said Harry. After making sure he had galleons in his money bag and after putting on a muggle ski cap that belonged to Dudley to hide his hair and scar (he didn't want people to recognise him at Diagon Alley) he made his way to the front door, followed by Blaise and Mana. Harry left with some parting words, "Blaise, I borrowed some books you could use, they're on the kitchen table. If you're feeling hungry, just look around in the cupboard and fridge…"

"I know, I know. Get going Potter, I've got a lot of work to do with my friend here." Blaise said as she nudged Harry out the door. Harry waved as Blaise closed the door.

"See you later, then."

With that, he made his way to the kerb and, making sure no muggles were around, he raised his wand. Suddenly, a massive, triple decker bus materialised right in front of his eyes. The Day Bus. Harry went aboard, paid his fare of 12 sickles, and sat down (while holding onto something). The Day Bus rocketed away from Four Pivett Drive, towards Diagon Alley…

The Day Bus arrived outside the Leaky Cauldron in about 20 minutes. After getting off, Harry made his way to the magical wall that hid Diagon Alley away from muggle eyes. Tapping the bricks, the doorway opened to reveal Diagon Alley. It was bustling with people, even though that the school term hadn't started yet. He did notice, however, that many Aurors were patrolling the area. It seemed that the revelation that Voldemort had returned as finally kicking in, and the Ministry of Magic was finally doing something right, for a change.

Hmph…I knew that they would find out that I was right in the end. I just hope the Wizarding World will be able to cope with this…On another note, since I have a book bag of requirement, I won't need to buy books for my training, which will save me galleons. I'll buy my school books once I get picked up by the Order.

First things first: Harry made his way to Gringotts Bank. He needed to make a large withdrawal in order to fund his plans. After entering the building, Harry waited a few minutes in the queue until a goblin called for him.

"Next please!" Harry strode towards the goblin.

"How can I help you, sir?" asked the goblin in a monotone voice.

"I'd like to withdraw some money." The goblin looked supremely uninterested.

"Key please." Harry presented his key to the Goblin. The goblin examined the key, and read something on his desk. Harry looked a little apprehensive.

"Is there something wrong?" he inquired. The goblin shook his head.

"No, however, it says here that you are required to see a branch manager to discuss your vault's status. It seems that you are entitled to a will of one Sirius Orion Black."

"Will…?" muttered Harry sadly. By hearing that, in reinforced the fact that Sirius was gone.

"Yes, I will send you there now. Ragnok!" cried the goblin, and another goblin appeared behind the one talking to Harry. "Take Mr Potter to see our manager."

"Right." growled Ragnok. "This way, sir." He motioned to Harry to step on the Gringotts cart. Harry took his key and boarded the cart. Ragnok jumped on, pulled a lever, and away they went. Harry gripped on the cart as it dived into the depths of Gringotts. The cart passed a multitude of vaults (of various), tracks and other carts as it made its way to wherever it was going. Harry noted that the Goblins must have been ingenious to create these underground passages (especially without the muggles knowing all the disturbance of building under the earth). After a hectic ride, the cart stopped in front a solid gold door. Ragnok ushered Harry off the cart and opened the door for him.

"Here is our kacho, or branch manager. He will inform you of the new status of your vault." With that, he bowed to Harry and left. Harry walked through the door and found a very stately looking office, which would've looked similar to a muggle's one. At the back of the room was a goblin sitting behind a table, writing furiously on some parchment. Harry could've sworn he had seen him before.

"Griphook?" he asked surprise. The goblin looked up in shock.

"Sir? Did you call my name?" Harry nodded.

"I'm sorry, you may not remember me but I remember you from six years ago, when you took my to my vault with Rubeus Hagrid. You may not remember me but I'm Harry, Harry Potter" The goblin looked awed.

"A human, not only remembering my name, and from such a long time ago. Well I'll be…"whispered Griphook to himself. He straightened himself and smiled (which to Harry looked like a smirk). "How can I help you, Mr Potter?"

"Ah, yes." said Harry as he took out his key, "Sirius Black left a will for me." He handed the key to Griphook. Griphook examined the key and nodded.

"That is true, Mr Potter. You are the primary benefactor of Mr Black's will. I also offer my condolences for your loss." Griphook looked almost sincere. Harry nodded for him to continue, "Normally, all benefactors of a will must be present when it is read, but seeing as you are the primary benefactor, you may view it at your pleasure. Would you like to view it?" Harry almost choked out an answer. Try as he might, Sirius's death still struck a chord within him.

"Yes…please…" Griphook nodded. He got off his chair and made his way to a large, black cabinet on the side of his room. He laid his hands on the door, traced a pattern on it, and stepped away. The black cabinet opened. Harry strained to look at what was inside, but all he saw was nothingness. Suddenly, a silver glowing ball emerged from the black void. Griphook caught the sphere, and presented it to Harry.

"To activate it, just squeeze it and put it on the floor." Harry nodded. After taking a few steps away from Griphook, he squeezed the sphere (which was quite soft), and placed it on the floor. Immediately, a ghostly image of a man appeared. A man with long black hair, and an almost canine look in his blue eyes. A man who had seen better days, but still retained vestiges of once good looks. A man who had been Harry's godfather.

Sirius… Harry almost wanted shed tears, but held it in. He will avenge his death, he swore it…

The image spoke:

I, Sirius Orion Black, heir of the Black Family, do hereby make this will on the 20th of December, 1995. I make this under a sound mind and without outside influence, and hereby declare this will official by the laws of Gringotts bank. The image lost it's formal look and Sirius looked normal, almost playful. It was a look that Harry was not used to. Well, apart from the images he saw in the pensieve…Well, now that I have done all that formal stuff, now is the time for me to hand out the booty. Yes, I know that if you are viewing this then I have kicked the bucket. I seriously hope I died fighting or in the arms of a beautiful woman. Should the former apply, I hope I died for someone I care for, hopefully it's my beloved godson, Harry. Yeah, if it was Harry, I know you would be beating yourself over this. Well Harry, don't. I knew what I was doing and I don't want you to be suicidal and all just cause I bit the big one. Harry, I've just left for my next great adventure, and I hope we meet again in the far future. Well, I better get started then…

To my cousin Andromeda Tonks and my niece Nymphadora Tonks, I leave 3,000,000 galleons, my jewellery collection and all my love. Andromeda, you were always so nice to me, and even to this day you are dear to me. You and Alfredo believed in me, which I am eternally grateful for. I am proud to call you my cousin. Tonks, I know you are my niece but your are like the sister I never had. Hurry up and get a boyfriend already, even Ginny's got a headstart on you. Oh, and I helped your mom pick your name. She originally wanted it to be 'Nymph' or something along the lines of that, but I added 'adora' as a joke and it stuck. Heh.

To Remus Lupin, last of the Marauders and my true friend, I leave 10,000,000 galleons, the Black Mansion in Germany and my beach house in Majorca. Moony, old friend, I want to grow old with you but I have a feeling that I won't be around much longer. I know you don't like charity, but you deserve much more than life has given you. You are the nicest man I know and just because you turn into a fuzzball every month doesn't mean you are worth any less. Take care of Harry for me, and yourself, my dear friend.

To Arthur, Molly and the Weasley family, I leave 5,000,000 galleons and ownership of the island of Kranos in Greece, complete with a chateau. Molly, Arthur, I know we sometimes don't see eye to eye but one thing we do agree on is Harry. You gave him love and affection when he had no-one and I am eternally grateful Look after him for me, and I wish you all the best.

To Ronald Bilius Weasley and Hermione Jane Granger, I leave 500,000 galleons each. You two and Harry remind me so much of me and Marauders when we were younger, although I'm sure you'll never beat me and James' detention record, which I think was 2,164. Stay with Harry, you're the best friends Harry could ask for, and take good care of yourselves.

To Alfredo Zabini, I leave 3,000,000 Galleons and my shares in Gringotts Bank. Alfredo, you were the brother I wished I had. I want you to live a good life, but try not to be such a stiff, ok? Please give my love to Nirvana and little Blaise.

To Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I leave 7,000,000 galleons and the deed to 12 Grimmauld Place. Albus, you barmy old codger, I've always looked up to you as a mentor and grandfather. When the time comes for you to join me on the next great adventure, be sure to bring tons of lemon drops, ok? I never admitted it, but I loved those things. I hope you will continue to be the light against Voldemort and his cronies, and I hope you can use what I am giving you to that extent. Take care of yourself, you old coot.

And finally, to my primary benefactor, heir to the Black family and beloved godson, Harry James Potter, I leave you with all the rest of the Black fortune which I think amounts to around 70,000,000 galleons or so, properties which I haven't already mentioned, my personal effects and all the other stuff that's tagged with the Black name. Harry, do not blame yourself for my death, if I died for you. I love you, kiddo, when you were born I was so happy that I had such a wonderful little kid to call as my godson. You are so much like James and Lily, never lose that. Over the brief time we were together I loved like you were my own son, and always will. Take care of your self, Prongslet, and kick Lord Snake-meister's butt for me.

Well, that takes care of all will. All of you, take care of yourselves and live a good life. I love you all, and I seriously hope that when we meet again, it will be in a long time. Until then, I'll be watching over you. Always.

With that, Sirius' image faded away back into the sphere. Harry wiped his face with his sleeve, to rid himself of his tears. He loved Sirius, almost as much as a father. This will truly confirmed he was dead, but that made all the more determined to fulfil his plans, and his destiny. Taking the sphere, he handed it back to Griphook who placed it back into the black cabinet. He walked back to Harry and asked,

"Do you want to go to your vault, Mr Potter?" Harry nodded, shaking slightly.

"Sure."

Harry and Griphook boarded a cart outside of the office, which sped deeper into the caverns. During the trip, Harry swore he saw some dragons patrolling the area, and also noticed that the vault doors were gradually getting bigger and bigger. Finally, they stopped outside a massive vault numbered '7', with the sign 'Potter'. Harry and Griphook left the cart and approached the door. Harry looked puzzled.

"Griphook, I'm pretty sure this isn't my vault." Griphook shook his head.

"No, it's yours, but it's your family's vault. The vault you had was your trust fund, but since we received word of your emancipation, we are now bound to show you your family's inheritance, which you were not supposed to receive until you 17. We have assimilated your trust fund back into your family's vault. Do you want to take a look and make a withdrawal?" inquired Griphook.

"I do." said Harry. "How do I get in?"

"Just place your hand on the door for a few seconds, and the door will open." informed Griphook..

As soon as Harry did so, the doors faded away. The sight that greet Harry flabbergasted him. Literal mountains of galleons were in the vault. Rare jewels and artefacts were scattered everywhere. Harry was awed by the sheer sight of wealth he now possessed.

"How much do I have, Griphook?" he asked breathlessly.

"We have not made an appraisal of your family's fortune for the last 10 years, but financial wealth alone, I estimate the amount to be in the area of 75,000,000 galleons. This is not including the value of property, holdings and other assets." replied Griphook automatically, "Including the Black fortune, I would say that you are quite possibly one of the richest wizards in Europe."

Harry was gobsmacked. He was loaded! Shaking himself out of his stupor, he noticed a bright green sphere sitting on top of a short column in the vault, very much similar to the sphere containing Sirius' will. He pointed it to Griphook.

"Is that…?" Griphook nodded.

"It is. You may look at it if you wish, Mr Potter." Harry strode over to the column, picked up the sphere, squeezed it, and set in on the ground (which was hard because the floors were littered with coins). To Harry's great shock, two very familiar people materialised. A man with messy black hair, and a woman with fiery hair and green eyes…

"Mom….Dad…." whispered Harry, not believing his eyes. He sunk to his knees as the will was played…

Harry…my little baby boy whispered Lily Potter, If you're viewing this, then that means that me and your father have died. I am so sorry that we did not get a chance to raise you, but know that we died loving and protecting you. You see, the dark lord Voldemort has been after our family, but when you were born, he seemed to place every effort in tracking us down. I guess he succeeded. We were trying to hide ourselves with the Fidelius Charm, but we feel that someone is going to betray us, and we think it's that rat, Peter Pettigrew. We are no longer among the living, but know this Harry, we never stopped loving you. Sweetie, I know I'm going miss you so much, but I will gladly die for you.

My turn, Lily said James, Harry, you are my pride and joy. You don't know how happy we were when you were born. I only want the best for you. I hope, now that we are gone, that you are in good hands. If things have gone well, than Professor Dumbledore would have sent you to my best friend and your godfather, Sirius Black. At the time of us creating this, Sirius has been suspected of being a traitor, but we know better. He is a great man, as you know now, and I hope that you love him like a father, because I know he loves you like his own son. And I'm sure you know Remus Lupin, our other close friend. He's a great uncle, huh? You must be in your final year of Hogwarts, right? I hope you are getting good marks, dominating the Quidditch Pitch, wreaking havoc in Hogwarts and scoring with some lovely ladies…OWW! (Lily smacked James on the head) Don't corrupt him, James! (James rubbed his head ruefully) Sorry, Lily. Anyway, Harry, no matter happens, I will always be proud of you (Lily took over)

Right now, Harry, you're sleeping. Oh, I love you so much, I don't want to lose you! But if that is they way fate will run, then so be it. We'd rather die than live a life without you, Harry. Always remember, your father and I love you more than anything in the world. And that will never change. Be well, my son.

With that, the images disappeared. Harry was on his knees still, frozen at what he had just heard. Griphook wanted to help Harry up, but his goblin instincts told him to stay back. And with good reason too. Harry gripped his head, millions of thoughts running through his mind at once.

They…they wanted me to stay with Sirius. I was supposed to live with Sirius…that's what they wanted…

Harry increased his grip on his head, tears flowing out of his eyes. He was shaking all over. He felt something in him begin to…break

But Dumbledore…he sent me to those Goddamn Dursleys! He sent me there to suffer! And for what? To keep me as a weapon to use against Voldemort!

Harry rose to his feet, shaking even more profusely. He was on the verge of tearing his hair out in his despair as images assailed his mind. But they weren't memories, rather they were images of what could have been…

Sirius, in his animagus form, carrying around an infant Harry while Remus was looking on laughing…

No…

Sirius and Remus was celebrating Harry's 7th birthday, as Harry was about to blow his candles on his cake…

Stop it! That's enough! Harry was shaking even harder now. He felt that something in his chest would explode Griphook, from his vantage point, could see golden flashes of light appearing around Harry…

Harry waiting on platform Nine and Three Quarters, on his first trip to Hogwarts, while Sirius was fussing around, making sure Harry was ready…

No more! No more! The light around Harry intensified. He let go of his head and clenched his hands so hard that he drew blood. But he didn't care…he didn't care any more…

Harry and Sirius, back at Grimmauld place, talking about school and girls, like a father and son. Sirius placed his hand comfortingly on Harry, telling him not to worry

I…could have had someone to love me...The light around Harry grew so strong it forced Griphook to cover his eyes.

I wouldn't have had to starve…

I…I wouldn't have had to work tirelessly over the years…

I would've had a normal childhood, where I wasn't beaten and insulted…

But because of Dumbledore, I was starved!

I was used as a slave!

I was constantly abused! Harry felt his entire body burn, the pain in his chest almost unbearable…something was going to give…

Because Dumbledore controlled my life, I lost everything! My parents wanted me to be happy but Dumbledore interfered! I lost Sirius, and Sirius lost me…

In the end, I realised that in exchange for my 'blood protection', I gave up everything. Love, freedom, happiness.

In the end, I wasn't really living at all…I was better off dead…

In the end, I had…nothing…

And that was when Harry snapped…

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Harry as his emotions, his heart, his soul, broke. The strain of knowing what might have been, what could have been, overwhelmed him. Upon the crucifix of his soul he screamed the song of a soul that suffered unjustly. The entire vault, indeed, the caverns where shaking. A massive force of energy blew Griphook off his feet, sending him to the ground. Light engulfed the massive Potter vault and rushed out of it, illuminating the whole cavern of Gringotts. For what seemed an eternity, pure power radiated off Harry as he spread his arms and screamed. Louder and louder, it culminated into a heart-wrenching crescendo of despair. Then, within a few moments, the light subsided, the shaking stopped, and Harry fell to his knees, exhausted and heavy-hearted. He felt strange. He felt power flow through his veins. He felt…stronger…

"Mr Potter…Mr Potter…" asked Griphook tentatively, "Are you ok?" Harry looked at him with his bloodshot emerald eyes.

"Griphook…what the hell happened to me?" he gasped. Making sure Harry wasn't going to blow up again, Griphook approached Harry and stood next to him. Harry raised his head wearily to meet Griphook's almost awed gaze. Griphook began his explanation.

"I am no expert on wizard life cycles, but it seems that you have awakened, Mr Potter."

"Awakened? What do you mean by that?"

"Well, according to research done by wizards and witches, they have concluded that some wizards and witches have far stronger magical potential than a normal magical being. There is a certain cut-off in magical power, and they dub the people who surpass it as Sorcerers and Sorceresses. However, although Sorcerers are rare, even less awaken. As you know, as a wizard grows his or her power increases and builds up. Sorcerers develop greater power than a normal wizard, and it shows when they master complicated spells or cast spells powerfully."

"Like me and my patronus charm, my ability to throw off the Imperius…" muttered Harry, so that Griphook didn't hear. Griphook continued.

"However strong a sorcerer may be, that is nothing. They have not released their true power, and until they do they are using only 10-25 percent of their total power. Something needs to be used to unleash their magical potential, and the only way to do it is for the wizard to feel an emotion so strong that it releases the mental bonds constricting that sealed power. You, Mr Potter, must have felt such emotion hearing that will that your mental bonds restraining your power shattered, so to speak." informed Griphook.

"Yeah…I felt so frustrated when I realised that if it wasn't for Dumbledore's interference, I would've had a happy life…" Griphook threw Harry a weird look.

"I…see, Mr Potter. However, you may be interested to know that Albus Dumbledore himself is a sorcerer."

"He is?"

"Yes. I believe that his power awakened when the Dark Lord Grindelwald murdered his mother and father in front of him." Harry blinked, but then nodded.

"I see. So what, now I'm stronger?" he asked, almost bitterly. Griphook took notice of this, but answered the question,

"Yes, you are now magically more powerful. How much so, I am not sure. Also, since those mental bonds releasing your power have broken, you should be able to think more clearly and critically now."

"You mean I'm smarter?" asked Harry bluntly.

"Yes, Mr Potter."

Harry sighed wearily. He mused that he would never be normal. He stood up.

"Griphook, all I want to take from this vault is the will as well as some gold. Can I do that?"

"Yes, this is now all yours to do as you please." Harry smiled slightly, despite the past few revelations.

"Great. Say, Griphook, does Gringotts sell transporting Moneybags of Requirement, by any chance?"

"We do, and if you purchase one, you'll never have to withdraw gold here in person again. Do you want to buy one now?"

"Yes, please."

"Then, we'll need to make our way back up to the lobby."

Harry and Griphook left the vault, with his parent's will secured in his pocket. They took a long but uneventful cart ride back to the lobby, where Griphook led him to a private office. There, Harry purchased his Moneybag of Requirement.

"…So, it will cost you 50 Galleons up front, plus we charge a flat 30 Galleon fee per month. Is that acceptable, Mr Potter?"

"That's fine." said Harry, looking a whole lot calmer than he did during the awakening in his vault, "Please take the up-front cost out my vault. And how do I use it?"

"Easy. The bag has been charmed using Goblin magic to recognise the owner's magical aura, so no-one but you can take galleons out of it. Simply think of the amount galleons you need, or say it out loud if it troubles you, and either take the coins out by hand, or tip them out. For larger purchases, you can directly transfer galleons into the shop's vault. Put your hand in the bag, state the name of the shopkeeper, amount of galleons to be transferred and the reason and it will be done automatically by Gringotts."

"That's pretty simple. Is that all, Griphook?" Griphook shook his head

"One more thing - you can withdraw muggle money the same way. And because you're the first customer to buy a Moneybag of Requirement in a while, I'll also throw in a Muggle credit card, free of charge. They-" Harry cut him off."

"I know how they work, Griphook." Griphook grinned; he obviously was relieved at not having to explain how a credit card worked.

"Very well, Mr Potter, that's all. Is there anything else you need?" Harry stuffed his new Moneybag and credit card in his pocket, and shook his head.

"No, I'm ok. Thanks for everything, Griphook." The goblin cracked a small smile (which still looked like a smirk)

"You're welcome, Mr Potter. Gringotts appreciates your patronage."

Harry left Gringotts, feeling slightly happier considering the events that had transpired. He looked at his watch and saw that it was already 2:30. He decided to take a small break. He headed over to Florean Fortescue's ice cream shop, where he bought himself a large vanilla and chocolate sundae with his new moneybag. As he ate his morsel, he cast a thought on what had happened. Due to his 'improved' mental capacities, several pieces of puzzles fell into place, especially on thoughts that he had about the events that happened on his third year. His insides pulsed with rage when realisation dawned on him.

I…I hate you, Dumbledore. Not like how Tom hates you, I don't want to kill you, but considering all that happened, I don't think things will ever be the same. You already lied to me about the prophecy, that was bad enough. But condemning me to the Dursleys when my parents wanted me to go with Sirius, how can I ever trust you again? Voldemort isn't the only thing that can kill in this world, you know. Ever heard of starving to death? Sigh, at least I got to see my parents and Sirius again, even if they were just images…

"Arry!"Harry turned and grinned, seeing Hagrid come up to him and take seat (an extra large one) next to him, "How 'ave you bin, eh?"

"Ok, I guess," said Harry neutrally. As much as he trusted Hagrid, he didn't want anyone to know that he had awakened yet, "Hey, how did you know it was me?" Hagrid shrugged and said he knew his face well enough to recognise him while his scar was hidden, and did seem to pick up on Harry's mood..

"Somethin' troublin' you, 'Arry?" Hagrid asked kindly. Harry was about to make an excuse when Hagrid continued, "It's Hedwig, ain't it?"

"Yeah, that's right." said Harry, relieved that he didn't have to lie to his first friend. Hagrid smiled jovially,

"Well, ya don't hav ta worry about not havin' an owl anymore, 'Arry!" said Hagrid happily, as he drew two packages from his massive coat, a bag with some books and generic bird feed in it and an elegant velvet box. He gave them to the stunned Harry, "I was gonna send 'em to you on yer birthday, but seein' as you're here, consider 'em an early birthday present!"

"Hagrid…thank you!" smiled Harry gratefully, "What is it?" Hagrid pointed to the box. Harry opened it, and gasped as he saw a magnificent, shiny, sapphire blue egg within it. It seemed to radiate an aura of coldness.

"What is this, Hagrid!" Hagrid grinned

"It's a replacement for Hedwig, 'Arry. When it 'atches, read 'em books ta see how to take care of yer new bird. But to keep it a surprise, don't read the books till the egg 'atches. I think you'll be pretty 'appy."

"Wow…" with that, Harry got up and hugged his half-giant friend. Hagrid blushed and grinned sheepishly,

"Eh…it's ok, 'Arry. I 'ope you enjoy yer new bird. I'm sure Mana would like it." Harry thought of something when Mana's name was mentioned.

"Hey, Hagrid, could I ask you something?"

"Name it, 'Arry."

"I want to take Mana to Hogwarts." Hagrid blinked.

"Blimey! Is she magical?" Harry nodded, and explained how he found out that Mana had magical powers.

"Well, that's a surefire sign. I gotta talk ta Dumbledore, though." said Hagrid. Harry hissed at the mention of Dumbledore's name, but Hagrid didn't notice. He interrupted Hagrid, however, when Hagrid stood up.

"Wait! Hagrid, I don't want Dumbledore to know everything about Mana, because it'll blow the cover of my plan!' said Harry hastily, "For example, he doesn't know I've emancipated myself and can do magic." Hagrid looked sternly at Harry.

"I won't lie to him, ya know." Harry nodded quickly.

"I know, I just want you to tell Dumbledore certain aspects, from a certain point of view."

"Fine then, 'Arry." conceded Hagrid. If he had been paying more attention, Hagrid would've caught the venomous tone in Harry's voice when mentioned Dumbledore's name. Harry (with the two packages under one arm) and Hagrid walked over to Florean Fortescue and asked him if they could use his fireplace for a fire-call. The kindly ice-cream seller agreed and led them to a room with a fireplace. When they arrived there, Harry told Hagrid what he would say to Dumbledore.

"I gotcha., 'Arry." Hagrid took out some fire-call powder when Harry bolted out of the room.

"'Arry!" Harry shook his head.

"I don't want Dumbledore to know I'm here."

Hagrid nodded sadly at Harry's behaviour, then threw some powder into the fireplace. He then cried out, "Albus Dumbledore!"

Immediately, Albus Dumbledore's head appeared in the flames. His half moon glasses looked slightly loose and his long beard dishevelled, but otherwise looked quite happy at the sight of Hagrid. Harry, however, was outside the room although he was listening in.

"What can I do for you, Rubeus?"

Hagrid then told Dumbledore a 'modified' version of the finding of Mana. How Harry found a girl under the 'disillusionment' charm in the Dursley yard, how the Dursleys were gone, how Mana couldn't talk or understand people, how Harry was taking care of her and most importantly, how he wanted her to go to Hogwarts. Dumbledore seemed to buy the story.

"Hmm…it seems that young Harry is undertaking quite a responsibility here."

"That's true, Professor, but ya know Harry, and he's older than 'e really is."

"Yes, I must agree with you on that point, he has suffered quite a lot in his life."

Yes, most of said suffering because of your meddling, you manipulative old bastard thought Harry vindictively.

"I am happy to welcome this Miss Mana into Hogwarts. She will undertake the same classes as Harry, and during the afternoon and night will take evening classes with Madam Hooch." said Dumbledore with a nod. Outside, Harry grinned. The old fool was finally doing something good for him for once.

"'Arry will be delighted, sir." Dumbledore's pleasant expression then went serious.

"One question though, Rubeus." If Hagrid was nervous, it didn't show.

"Wha' is it, sir?"

"Why didn't Harry owl me directly? Nothing on you, Rubeus, but since I am the Headmaster, wouldn't have it been easier for him to tell me without having to bother you, Rubeus?" asked Dumbledore with an air of suspicion.

"Well… I s'ppose that with Hedwig gone with 'er mate, he couldn't owl ya, sir."

"Right, but couldn't have he asked his friends to do so? I did allow them to OWL him this summer…"

Oh, what an honour you bestowed upon me, headmaster! sneered Harry mentally

"…but he has not written once to me. I am afraid that the rift between me and Harry has grown." said Dumbledore sadly, looking older than ever. Hagrid did some quick thinking.

"Well, ya know abou' me an' Grawpy, right sir?"

"Yes, I know Rubeus." said Dumbledore, and there was a tone of humour in his voice.

"Anyhow, I think tha' maybe 'Arry thought he coulda relate ta me, since we're in the same boat. Ya know, with somebody in our care, who can' talk and all." Dumbledore still looked somewhat wary, but seemed to accept that reason.

"I see. Well, if you do see Harry, please tell him that I send my fondest regards. Tell him that if he would like someone to talk to, I will always be there for him. Well, until next time Rubeus." With that, Dumbledore's face vanished from the fire. Hagrid wiped his sweaty forehead and motioned for Harry to come in.

"Whew…tha' was close, 'Arry."

"Well, that was some quick thinking on your part, Hagrid. Once again, thanks a lot."

"Not a problem." Hagrid tucked his coat in, "I gotta go, 'Arry. Remember, don't read 'em books till the bird hatches, and more importantly, have a very early but Happy Birthday!" After the two said their goodbyes, Hagrid left Fortescue's property and walked down Diagon Alley, whistling to himself. Harry, however was supposed to go shopping for some duelling robes but another shop pulled his attention.

Quality Quidditch Supplies. Oh, he couldn't resist.

Harry entered the shop with a longing for his beloved Firebolt, which he supposed was still locked up at school. The shop was packed with teenagers to young men checking out the brooms. In fact, a rather large crowd blocked Harry's vision of the right side of the store. To his great surprise the owner of Quality Quidditch Supplies seemed to recognise Harry with the ski cap because he walked up to him, tapped him on the shoulder and whispered, "Mr Potter." Harry almost jumped out of his clothes.

"How did you…?" The owner, a middle aged man with balding brown hair, grinned.

"I'm sorry, it seemed that you wanted to go incognito but I know your face from the pictures on the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler. I would have left you alone, but there is a reason why I need to talk to you."

"What is it?" asked Harry curiously.

"This." And with that, the shopkeeper walked behind the counter, grabbed something, and walked to Harry. It was a broomstick, and it looked a lot like a…

"A Firebolt!" The shopkeeper's grinned widened even more as he presented it to Harry.

"Yes…a Minerva McGonagall managed to come across one of her student's broomsticks, who had left it at school. She decided to have it checked and maintained by us, before asking us to send it to her student when he returned to school. But what a surprise! That same student comes to my store to get it early!" Harry's eyes widened.

"Is that…my Firebolt!" Harry stroked his beloved broom almost lovingly, one of the keepsakes he had from Sirius.

"Sure is. Professor McGonagall already paid for the maintenance, so you can take it home now!"

"Thanks! Harry's attention was drawn to crowd on the right, "By the way, why is there a big crowd there?"

"Ahh!" said the shopkeeper, "That is because new lines of the Firebolt racing broom have just been released!"

"There are new ones already!" exclaimed Harry. The shopkeeper shook his head.

"Not exactly brand new. I'll show you." The shopkeeper ordered the crowd to part (they did so grudgingly) and Harry feasted his eyes on the forbidden fruits of all brooms that were hanging on the wall. The shopkeeper gave Harry a commentary on the brooms.

"There, the broom with the brown mahogany handle and gold twigs, is the standard Firebolt, known the as the Type-N Original, it is well balanced for any type for position in Quidditch. That's the one you've got right now. The broom to its left, the one with the blue and white handle, is the Firebolt Type-R Acrobat. It's not as fast as the other models, but is has far superior turning and brake force. The Acrobat has a special function, notice the trigger on the end of the broom? If it is pressed, the flier can change the position his broom is facing without changing the direction or speed of the broom. When the flier lets go of the trigger, his broom will then move in the direction that his broom is now facing. Talk about sudden turns! It's excellent for Keepers and Chasers, who deal with a stationary Quaffle.

The broom to the right of the Type-N, the one with the red and white handle is the Firebolt Type-S Turbo. This model sacrifices manoeuvrability for its powerful acceleration and top speed. I believe its normal top speed is 185 mph, but notice the special pedals on the broom? If you hold them down and press the trigger, yes it's got a special function as well, it activates a powerful boosting charm, allowing the speed to hit a possible 230 mph. Fast huh? Beaters and Seekers, who deal with moving bludgers and snitches, are best for these.

But these new brooms don't compare to the ultimate Firebolt up there. See that broom with the black and silver handle? In my opinion, that is the greatest broom ever created. That is the Firebolt Type-X Zero. It outperforms every other broom in existence. Yes, it is more stable than a Type-N, can outmanoeuvre a Type-R and can outrun a Type-S. Incidentally, it also features both special features of the Acrobat and Turbo. Only the very best fliers can handle a broom of this calibre."

Harry was literally drooling at the sight of the Zero. He never wanted a broom so badly in his life! He turned to the shopkeeper and asked for the prices of the Firebolts.

"Well, a Firebolt Original is 340 galleons; the Firebolt Acrobat and Firebolt Turbo are both 410 galleons each. The Firebolt Zero can't be bought normally, though." Harry looked at the shopkeeper with indignation. No-one could buy the Zero? Blasphemy! The shopkeeper noticed Harry's look and chuckled heartily.

"What I mean to say that, you need to upgrade your Firebolt into a Type-X, and only a Type-N will do. And it will cost you a lot of money-"

"My Firebolt's a '93 model, does that count!" Interrupted Harry eagerly. The shopkeeper looked at him in amazement.

"Are you serious! Your Firebolt is a first edition production!"

"Yeah, look at it!" Harry showed his broom's registration number, and the shopkeeper swore.

"Damn! It is a first run production! The earlier the model the better when upgrading, so if you upgrade to a Type-X it'll blast the competition apart!" he cried, attracting the attention of some of the shoppers' attention.

"How much!" asked Harry desperately, "I assure you money is no object."

"To upgrade to a Type X, it will cost you 1050 galleons."

"Consider it done!"

Harry and the shopkeeper went to the counter, where Harry put his Moneybag of Requirement to good use. After signing some papers, he handed his Firebolt to the shopkeeper.

"Umm, when will it be ready?"

"In a week or so. Do you want it delivered straight to your house?"

"If it's alright, could you send it to Hogwarts on September the 2nd?"

"Sure thing, Mr Potter."

Harry left Quality Quidditch Supplies with a high note, almost to the point that he had forgotten he had awakened earlier on. It seemed that male Potters could not resist of anything to do with Quidditch. Tucked under his right arm were the packages Hagrid gave him, but in his left hand was a small book called Flying with Style: A Guide to Official Quidditch Manoeuvres, which the shopkeeper gave to him free of charge, for being the first person in his shop to purchase the Firebolt Zero. Although Harry was distinctly aware that he was on his way to Mr Olliviander's shop, his attention was focused fully on the words on the page…

Suzuki Shadow

This technique, mastered by the Japanese international team's elite Cloud racer Takeya Suzuki in 1925, was his way of catching up to an opponent faster than himself. This technique draws upon knowledge based on muggle arithmancy ('science'). When a moving object moves behind another, the object trailing is exposed to less air resistance because the object in front is covering the object behind and thus, the trailing object is not affected by drag. 'Science' refers to this phenomenon as entering inside the 'slipstream.' This allows its velocity to increase faster, compared to the object in front. In effect, this may even allow a Quidditch player/Cloud racer trailing an opponent with a superior broom to catch up to his/her opponent or even overtake them, by staying behind them (in their 'shadow') until they've picked up enough speed to make the pass…

…For seekers, this manoeuvre can be done quite easily. If the opposing team's seeker has a head start on the snitch before you, simply get behind the opponent, let the muggle arithmancy do its magic, and make the pass when you sense that your broom is increasing its speed faster than your opponents. A famous example of this was in the 1980 Quidditch world finals, when the seeker of the Spanish Team Miguel Arguiez and the Korean Team Seeker Jang Soo-Haek constantly battled for the snitch by slipping into each other's 'slipstream' in order to pick enough speed to overtake the other, as they were both flying '79 Vulture Mk IIs. It was Soo-Haek who made the dramatic Suzuki Shadow pass on the 94th minute of the game that allowed him to get in front of Arguiez and catch the snitch, winning the game (diagram right: Soo-Haek making the famous pass) …

"Huh?" Before Harry had noticed, he found himself in front of Olliviander's shop. He looked from his reading to catch a breather (and to see where he was) and lo and behold, the shop where he got his wand stood right in front of him. Upon entering, he discovered Mr Olliviander standing behind the counter, polishing one of his creations. Harry coughed slightly to get his attention.

"Ah, Mr Potter, what a surprise to see you in my shop again?" cried the wand maker jovially. Harry sighed; it seemed that old guy was more human than he thought.

"Yes Mr Olliviander, I would like to ask you a big favour."

"What is it?"

"I would like you to make another wand" stated Harry, although he was feeling nervous inside. He supposed Olliviander didn't usually make second wands. Olliviander gave Harry a piercing stare.

"Hmm, interesting, Mr Potter. But you do realise that it is against the wand maker's code to sell another wand to a wizard or witch who already has a wand?" Olliviander replied. Harry looked desperate.

"I understand that, but there's something you need to know." And so Harry explained what had happened when his and Voldemort's wand duelled each other. Priori Incantatem. Olliviander was thunderstruck.

"Are you saying, that when two brother wands meet each turn on each other, it causes the reverse spell effect?" asked Olliviander, breathless with interest. Harry nodded and also told him of the golden thread and phoenix song.

"…And that's what happened, Mr Olliviander. You know that he's after me. Please, I need to be able to fight effectively against him." Harry finished, with a pleading note. Although he knew Olliviander was a good man, he couldn't risk telling him the prophecy. Olliviander considered it.

"Well….I guess you have a special case, Mr Potter. I know that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named does seem to have some sort of vendetta against you. Very well. I shall create a wand for you." Harry cheered mentally, "But it will be difficult. You are a tricky customer, you know. What should I do?" said Olliviander thoughtfully. Harry smirked slightly as he drew one of Ho-Oh's feathers out of his pocket and placed it on Olliviander's counter.

"How about this?" he asked, almost coyly. Olliviander's expression turned to one of utmost amazement.

"What on earth is this, Mr Potter?" he exclaimed as he examined the feather. Harry smiled in triumph. Finally, he'd be one up on the old man!

"This is a tail feather of a rainbow phoenix called Ho-Oh. Ever heard of him?" asked Harry, smirking in a manner similar to Dudley as if he found some candy in his pocket. Olliviander was shaking his head in disbelief.

"Impossible…Ho-Oh, the only rainbow phoenix in the world is merely a legend…can't be…" he muttered. Harry shook his head.

"It's true. Ho-Oh came to me because he thought I was a rainbow phoenix, when in fact I'm actually a rainbow phoenix animagus." Harry didn't mind sharing the information. Olliviander gave Harry and the feather an extremely piercing look. He got quite a surprise (and utter satisfaction) seeing the wise old wand maker's mouth drop like Dudley after doing a push-up.

"Good Merlin, rainbow phoenixes really do exist!" exclaimed as he examined the feather once again. He looked at Harry with a look of almost childlike excitement.

"Mr Potter, you would allow me to make a wand using this feather?" he asked breathlessly. Harry nodded

"Would you please?" he asked, with mock innocence, "Ho-Oh really wanted me to use his one his feathers as a wand core. Kept on reassuring me that it's such a powerful core." Olliviander nodded frantically as he held the feather like it was going to disappear in any moment.

"Oh Mr Potter! What an honour you have granted me! I will make the greatest wand, from a mythical creature that really does exist. I assure you, you will be pleased with the results!" exclaimed Olliviander as he shook Harry's hand. Harry smiled then asked,

"Umm, how much do you think it'll be?" Olliviander gave him a look that suggested he was off his rocker.

"Charge you for letting work on the feather of the legendary Ho-Oh? Never! In fact, I should be thanking you!" cried Olliviander, quivering with excitement. Harry laughed sincerely, seeing the wand maker's enthusiasm. After making arrangements for Olliviander to owl him when the wand was complete, Harry left the store. He was only four steps out when he noticed the shop adjacent to Olliviander's. How could he have missed the sign that had bright, loopy red writing against a yellow background, that said:

Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

Harry's stomach gave a pleasant jolt. He could see the twins! Without a moment's hesitation, he charged into the store. It was, in his opinion, a sort of pleasant pandemonium. The store was organised well, with shelves arranged neatly, each one filled to the brim with wizarding pranks and candy. But what really gave that 'risky' feeling was the bright, explosive signs Fred and George must have created to catch the attention of the customers. Moving diagrams of what the pranks did littered the walls and hung from the ceilings Even the wrapping of the products was brightly coloured and decorated (some of which were even moving slightly, which worried Harry a little). Harry felt that one wrong move and he may just find himself sporting feathers. The shop gave out a 'dangerous but fun' aura. Harry slowly made his way to front counter (making sure he wasn't going to trigger any hidden pranks) and caught sight of dreadlocked black boy…

"Lee!" called out Harry. Lee looked up from the magazine he was reading and smiled at the sight of Harry.

"Well, well, well, look who it is? I'll get the twins right now!" Lee disappeared for a moment through a door behind the counter, and emerged with a pair of read-headed pranksters (who were both holding some kind of textbook) in tow. Lee pointed to Harry.

"Look who's here!" he said. Fred and George got a look, and nodded to each other.

"Dear brother, it would seem that…" Fred began

"Harry Potter has graced our store…" George ended. Nodding again, they ran out to Harry and shook his left arm with vigour (Harry frantically tried to hold on to his packages with his other arm).

"Mate! What are you doing here?"

"But hey, it's nice seeing you, seeker extraordinaire! Harry grinned sheepishly

"It's nice to see you two and Lee here. How's business?" Fred smirked.

"Pretty well actually, considering term hasn't started yet. You'd be surprised with the amount of people in the wizarding world who like the notion of revenge by pranking." George nodded.

"Yeah. We're preparing for the Hogwarts before-the-start-of-term shopping rush. Me and my esteemed brother here are creating and inventing, while Lee over there is our faithful shop manager." Lee grinned.

"And I'm proud of it. Right now, I'm just taking a break while these two." he pointed to Fred and George, "are studying." he said, with a satisfied smirk. Harry gaped. The Weasley twins, studying? Hell no! The twins caught the look.

"Forge, my brother, it seems the fourth member of our board of directors doubts our abilities."

"Agreed, Gred. But he seems misinformed, so we must forgive his current lapse of brain activity." Harry was stumped.

"Huh?" he asked stupidly. Lee explained.

"These two are taking their C.H.A.O.S tests." Harry looked even more confused.

"What on earth is that?" George answered.

"They are the Catastrophically Hard Assessment Of Sorcery tests." he said, "When a wizard does meet the qualifications for a job, they can take this test. Or, if he's completed his training for his job, it's the test used to determine whether the wizard in question is ready to start work."

"We're doing it because you need at least 4 N.E.W.Ts to be able to expand a business into a franchise." said Fred gloomily, "Since we bailed out last year, we need to pass C.H.A.O.S for Magical Economics to compensate. Lee's the brains in our trio, he got 6 N.E.W.Ts and so he runs the store while we study. Oh man, studying for this test is unbearable at times, but we'll get through." Harry nodded knowingly.

"Well, good luck. By the way, can we talk in private, Fred, George…?"

Harry spent 20 minutes explaining to the twins what had happened to him over the past few days while Lee was at the back of the store. He really trusted the twins; they were the older brothers he always wished he had. What was surprising was that the twins were looking at Harry with newfound respect when Harry was done.

"You are living with a girl? Alone? And she's hot? You randy little devil!" exclaimed Fred.

"You got yourself emancipated, and now you're training to defeat You-Know-Who? I smell a badass!" shouted George. Harry blushed.

"Yeah, yeah, I know…anyways…" Harry looked threw a secret look at the twins, "Do you know where I could the shops that would sell the 'stuff' I need?" Fred and George exchanged significant looks and spoke as one (like how they usually do when they were being funny or serious)

"Well, we could tell you…"

"To go to Knockturn Alley, but you'd be taking a risk."

"Still, it's the best place to get your goods; the shops there usually sell wares that you don't usually find in Diagon Alley."

"I'm sure the stuff they have is illegal, but hey, you need it. Just as long as you don't linger…"

Harry nodded. To Knockturn Alley he would go! After exchanging goodbyes with the borderline insane twins (and forcing them to swear not to tell the rest of the Weasleys that he had visited), Harry set off to Knockturn Alley. He found the alley, branching off Diagon Alley. What was weird was that, by the position the entrance of the alley was situated in, taller buildings of Diagon stood nearby. This caused shadows to fall upon the entrance, while sunlight bathed on Diagon Alley buildings. Harry, despite his newfound feeling of power, couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

Well, I suppose there's no turning back. I made an oath, and I'm going to follow through, no matter what. I will never ever depend on Professor Dumb-and-Dopey to bail me out anymore…

Harry found himself at the entrance of Knockturn Alley. Despite the courageous mental comment he just made, fear still found its way to Harry's spine. He might have had power, but he couldn't use it to defend himself if someone tried to attack him in the alley. His eyes strayed off to the right, and to his surprise, found a shop situated halfway on Diagon Alley territory, and half on Knockturn Alley territory. It was called Asmodeus' Artifact Agora. The shop's walls and sign were in purple and grey, but the windows were tinted black, so you couldn't see what was inside. For some reason, Harry's gut feeling told him this shop was going to be his best bet. Tightening his grip on his two packages, he opened the rickety door in front of the shop, and stepped inside. Had Harry taken the time to turn around and look he would've noticed the eyes of the people passing the shop slid past it, from the entrance of Knockturn Alley to the building next door, as if it never existed…

Harry was utterly fascinated by the shop. Items he could not recognise were placed on one of the many counters around the shop, shelves were filled to the brim with tomes, diagrams of wizards performing magic hung on the wall, but most importantly, Harry could not help but feel a surge of magic in the shop, the hairs on his skin standing up. Oh, and colour purple seemed to be very popular with the decorations. No one was in the shop, save for a wizard standing behind the main counter. He, like the shop, was dressed in purple robes. His eyes were also of a curious violet colour, which contrasted greatly to his long white hair and elegant beard. Although he was clearly old, the saleswizard has an aura of great wisdom emanating from him, and Harry could not help but feel that he had met this wizard before. The wizard cast his eyes on Harry and smiled.

"May I help you, young man?" Harry nodded.

"Umm, I would like to some magical items, things that might be in…well, taboo with wizarding society." replied Harry apprehensively. The wizard laughed.

"Well, you seem to have no qualms in wanting these 'items' of yours, and that's all that really matters, right?" asked the wizard kindly. Harry nodded again, feeling braver. The wizard gestured for him to continue.

"Well, I would really like duelling robes. Not the kinds that you can get from the shops, I was thinking of high powered robes that would be worth a fortune."

"Well, do you know how defensive robes work, my young friend?" asked the wizard. Harry shook his head sheepishly.

"Well, normally you would have a robe of any sort material made to fit you, depending on what you find comfortable. But what is important is that parts of magical creatures are fused onto the robe, thus giving the magical protection against spells in general, although stronger spells might not be affected. As well as this, the creature whom you got the part from will provide additional abilities to your robe. For example, if you fuse giant's hair with their blood onto your robe, as well as normal protection, your robe would be all but immune to low level duelling spells like the Stupefy, since giants themselves are resistant to stunners." Harry, with his improved mind, understood the point the wizard was trying to make.

"So…in other words, the defensive power of a robe doesn't determine the value, but rather, the creature whose parts you used?" The wizard nodded.

"You catch on pretty fast. So, do you want to buy duelling robes off me?" Harry gave a few seconds to think. He wanted robes, yes, but he wanted something far stronger than what typical magical creatures could provide.

"Umm, could I commission you to make me a custom set of robes?"

"I'm sorry; I…don't do that kind of thing. Rather, though, I can sell you a ready made robe, and you can fuse the magical parts on yourself." said the wizard apologetically. Harry perked with interest.

Hmm…if I master my Rainbow Phoenix form, I can use my feathers as the ingredient. Or…I could use my…other form…

"I'm interested." said Harry, "How do I do it?"

"Quite simple, my young friend. When you have the un-modified robes, simply place the magical ingredient on the robe, cast the fusion spell with the incantation Ki Tai no Ichi, and you have your robe." replied the wizard.

"Magical ingredient? Don't you mean ingredients? As in, how many, say, phoenix feathers would I need to make duelling robes?" asked Harry in confusion. The wizard chuckled.

"My boy, consider how many people in the world, not just students, use dragon hide as protection. If we had to kill dragons for hide that would could actually physically cover clothing, then they would be all instinct. No, you simply need, say, one phoenix feather or one 3x3 inch patch of dragon hide to have enough to cover a robe for 6ft man." Harry looked relieved.

Wait…does that mean…I could use my Condemned Dementor form? Since it's so powerful and dark, I'm guessing it would give ultimate protection against Death Eaters. It would be a lot better than rainbow phoenix feathers…

"Mr Shopkeeper…" began Harry, "what part of a dementor would you need to fuse onto robes?" If the wizard was surprised at this question, he didn't show it.

"Well, although rare, the dementor's robe would be the item you would need." Harry was confused.

"Huh? Isn't that a man-made material? How is that magical?"

"Not true. A dementor's robe is actually its second skin. When a dementor is initially 'created' from those despaired, dead souls, it is weakest because it has no protection. You could destroy a newly formed dementor with a simple Reducto Curse. However, the despair within the soul leaks out of the body of the dementor and hardens into a solidified form, which is what we call the dementor's robe. I believe this 'second' skin is immune to just about anything but the darkest of dark arts, unforgivables, high level tetramancy and necromancy."

"Wow…"

"Yes, isn't it? The only way to kill a dementor is to remove its robe, then attack. But no-one's ever been close enough to a dementor to remove the skin physically, and you can't do it with normal spells as they will just be deflected. But if you do it, then the dementor is helpless."

Perfect…once I master my dementor form, I can use its robe…

"How long does it take for a dementor to regrow a robe?"

"I'm not sure, but I'd say a few days at most, since I've never seen a dementor without one." The wizard fixed his violet eyes onto Harry's, anyone would considering what Harry just asked, but made no comment.

"Ok then, I would like to buy four each of your best ready made robes, tops and pants, then." stated Harry. The shopkeeper nodded; he went to the back of the store, and returned with a pile of black, silky clothes in his hand. He managed to fit them into a feather-light bag and presented it to Harry.

"Hey, how do you know my size?" The shopkeeper smiled mysteriously.

"I simply do, trust me. Anything else?"

"I also want to fix my eyesight." said Harry, pointing to his glasses. The shopkeeper reached for under the counter, and withdrew a tightly sealed flask of silver liquid, which he then added into the feather-light bag.

"Although quite expensive and hard to make, this Occulus Repairo potion will fix any eyesight."

"I also need a time modifying device, like a time turner or something." said Harry, remembering how Hermione in her third year, used a time turner to allow her to take more classes than time would allow. Voldemort had more than 50 years on him in experience, so he needed to close that gap as much as possible. To his disappointment, the shop keeper shook his head.

"I am afraid I don't have such an item. But I have something much better." Again, the shopkeeper reached under the counter and withdrew an item. It looked like a muggle puzzle called the Rubix Cube, since it was a square prism and had many colours on it. Harry looked on with interest.

"What is that?"

"A Time Distorter. It only works if you're in a room that is closed. You activate by pressing that small green square twice. What happens is that the room you're in seals itself with the power of time, so nothing, and I mean nothing, can get through. Time is distorted in the room, a week would pass in the sealed room for every hour that passes in normal time. Although you do not age, or experience human needs like hunger or sleep, I advise you do not spend more than seven hours of real time per day, meaning seven weeks, with the Time Distorter activated, or you could go crazy." Harry's green eyes shone in excitement. Talk about a diamond in the rough!

"I'll buy that too." The shopkeeper shrugged and placed the item in the bag.

"Is that all?" he asked. Harry nodded.

"That's it. How much?" The shopkeeper shrugged indifferently.

"Oh, why don't we make it 400 galleons, young man?"

"Done." With that, Harry used his moneybag of requirement to transfer the funds. "Thanks for everything, sir."

"No problem." replied the shopkeeper lightly, "By the way…Finite Incantatem!" The shopkeeper suddenly drew out his wand, and fired the spell at Harry's ski cap, although the light pierced it and struck Harry's hair. Harry was caught off guard, but didn't feel any sort of harm.

"What was that for!" he cried out. The shopkeeper tutted.

"Well, forgive my sudden action, but I couldn't help myself. I sensed that a powerful spell was placed on you, and now I know it is true. Somebody placed a 'change-me-not' charm on your hair. From what I suspect, it was from a wand with strong transfiguration powers." Harry smiled to himself

Strong transfiguration? Oh, I get it. Dad, you kidder…

"Oh, I see. Well, thanks again, sir." Harry gathered his belongings and left the store. The shopkeeper, however, smiled even more when Harry left.

"Take care, Harry. I can see great things are destined for you. I'm sure the items I gave you, plus my bookbag of requirement, will come in handy…"

Once Harry was clear from the store, he checked the time. 5:30. He had completed his shopping and it was time to go home. He left Diagon Alley and caught the Dusk Bus back to Little Whinging. He was the only passenger. During the trip, however, something miraculous happened. He was currently looking at the egg that Hagrid had gave him, admiring the beautiful azure shell, and was about to close the box it was in when he heard a cracking noise. Faint, but audible. He looked down, and watched as the sapphire coloured egg cracked and shattered. From it, emerged a bird, small and dishevelled with some blue fluff on it, but it opened its tiny and let out a beautiful sounding chirp.

Wait a minute? That sounded similar to…Fawke's song. Dear Merlin! I've got a phoenix! Hagrid, you're bloody amazing!

Harry opened the second bag Hagrid gave him, the one with books and bird feed, and the titles confirmed his suspicions. One of them was, How to take care of ice phoenixes. Harry was almost overcome with joy. He looked at the tiny phoenix, which stared back at Harry with its bright grey eyes. He stroked the bird's forehead tenderly, and it trilled a soft, sweet melody for Harry. The little phoenix gave Harry the look of utter adoration.

"What should I call you, little guy?" The phoenix gave a sharp thrill, which Harry seemed to understand the meaning of. "Fine then, little girl, what's it going to be?" He racked his mind for a good name, and found it.

"How about Aurora?" The little phoenix tilted its head to the side, and chirped joyfully. It seemed to like the name! After singing joyously for few moments, it closed its tiny eyes and seemed to fall asleep. Harry kept the box near him as he started to read How to take care of ice phoenixes…

Ice Phoenixes are the rarer cousins to the Fire Phoenix that most people in the world know of. There is a ratio of 1:6 Ice to Fire phoenixes in the world…Ice phoenixes are similar to Fire Phoenixes in that they are reborn when they reach the end of their life, but instead of a burning day, they have a freezing day. The Ice phoenix will cover itself with ice, and when the time is right, the ice will shatter, leaving the phoenix in its 'newly hatched' form…

…Ice Phoenixes, like their counterparts, are very loyal familiars, to the point of death. Their tears do not heal wounds, but rather rejuvenate strength, so a person about to drop dead from exhaustion will be back onto their feet running with drop of Ice Phoenix tears…They can also ice-teleport and when it has established a link with its master, it can communicate mentally. Many other powers are available to the Ice Phoenix, turn to page 14 for more detailed information…

Harry smiled fondly at the little creature as it dozed. The Dusk Bus finally reached Little Whinging, and Harry and his new charge got off. With one hand holding the Aurora in her box, and the other holding Hagrid's books and his own purchases, he made his way to 4 Pivett Drive, and rang the doorbell by mashing his nose against the button.

"Coming, Harry!" That was Blaise' voice. The door opened, and standing there to greet him was Blaise and Mana. Blaise took a look at the things in Harry's hand and slyly remarked,

"So, you've been busy shopping, Harry." Harry nodded ruefully as he walked into Dursley house and set Aurora and the other packages down. He looked at Blaise and more importantly, Mana. The owl-turned-girl, wearing her white shirt and jeans, seemed to be looking quite nervous. Harry, with his heightened intuition, knew something was up.

"What's up, girls?" Blaise nudged Mana gently, and the golden eyed girl lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Come on, Mana, do it just like I taught you." encouraged Blaise softly. Mana nodded, looking quite red in the cheeks. She strode over to Harry and gave Harry a bone breaking hug that only Hagrid could rival. She then blurted out, in a shaky voice,

"Harry…welcome home!" Upon hearing this, Harry returned the hug and grinned widely.

"Hello to you too, Mana!" The two let go and Harry gave an admiring look at Blaise.

"She can talk!" Blaise shook her head.

"Not yet. That's the only phrase she can say without choking, and that's because I drilled it into her head." Mana drooped her head in embarrassment. She seemed to understand the connotations behind the statement.

"How is she?"

"Well, she's done pretty well for someone who can't talk full stop. I've taught her to recognise objects, I think she can name any object in the house," reported Blaise, "We had a lot a fun, she was learning how talk, and I got to see the state of the art muggle technology. I tried teaching her how to string sentences together, but it's been hit and miss. I've got more work ahead of me." Harry nodded gratefully.

"Seriously, Blaise, I really appreciate all of this." Blaise shrugged it off.

"As I said before, no problem. Now, tell me what happened in Diagon Alley…"

And so Harry relayed all the events that had happened (except for the will, Harry reasoned that the families will get a letter soon). Needless to say, Blaise was shocked.

"You're a sorcerer, and you've got an Ice Phoenix!" she shrieked. Harry nodded while Mana looked on curiously (she probably wasn't used to her usually calm teacher freaking out).

"Yeah." Blaise was so awed she was lost for words.

"Wow…I really am impressed, Harry, I really am." she said sincerely. Harry nodded and looked to Mana. The owl girl had been fidgeting in the spot she was standing. She obviously didn't like standing around doing nothing (apart from watching TV…). Harry gave her a thumbs up. Mana returned the hand sign, although with great awkwardness.

"Mana…happy." she said happily. Harry's smile grew as he patted Mana on the shoulder. During the exchange, Blaise was busy cooing over the sleeping form of Aurora. Suddenly, the clock struck 6. Blaise jumped with a start, almost knocking over Aurora's box in her haste.

"I've got to go, Harry." she called to him as she opened the front door. Harry and Mana followed.

"Yeah, we'll wait with you until your parents arrive." But there was no need. Within a moment, Alfredo and Nirvana Zabini had apparated into view.

"Hello dear." greeted Mrs Zabini. And Mr Zabini simply nodded, although not grunts or calculating looks this time.

"Hello, Mr and Mrs Zabini." greeted Harry politely, "It was great having Blaise along." Mrs Zabini chuckled

"Yes, well, it must be fun romping around with my daughter, eh Harry?" Harry almost choked. Does this woman even know what she was saying? Blaise waved to Harry, said that she'd be back tomorrow same time, and left with her parents. Harry saw the family take out a portkey, and disappear into thin air.

For the rest of the evening, after dinner, Harry took out his bookbag of requirement and began reading on advanced and rare magical arts. He made a random request and got the book on elemental magic, also known as Tetramancy. He read thoroughly until 10:00 in the evening, while Mana read the picture books Harry got in the library with enthusiasm. Before he went to sleep, he placed Aurora in Hedwig's old cage. Soon, afterwards, however, the pair went to sleep.

For the next 19 days, Harry would train in the Dursley garage. It contained Dudley's unused gym equipment, and the garage itself was enlarged by Harry. He would begin the day with breakfast with Mana, and then he would allow her to watch TV while he activated the Time Distorter in the garage for three hours, from 9:00-12:00. He then ate at 12, greeted Blaise at 1:00, and her and Mana would continue their lessons while Harry himself would reactivate the Time Distorter from 1:30-5:30, thus completing his day. After going through what Mana learned the day, Harry would see Blaise off. In the evening, he would either go the library to get more books for Mana to read, play with Aurora, write letters to his friends, telling them he's ok or just simply watch TV with Mana. But it was in these 19 days that the true power of Harry James Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Sorcerer, and the One with the Power the Dark Lord Knows Not, emerged.

To be continued…

Authors Note: Terminus Est roughly means 'the end' in Latin, while Ki Tai no Ichi roughly translates into 'Soul and Body as One' from Japanese. In this fic, you may notice that I will probably be using more Japanese words for spells than Latin, because I am more proficient in the former.

Important Note: Regarding chapter 1, where Harry banishes his potion and Hedwig drinks what's in the goblet: Yes, that is what happens, and when Harry goes and does the potion again in chapter 4, he simply uses the remnants of what is in the goblet to finish his potion. He does banish his original batch in the cauldron, but the rest in the goblet that Hedwig drank is untouched, and there's enough left for him to make an animagus potion. I based this on the assumption that Hedwig only managed to get a sip before she turned into Mana. I apologise for this confusion, sometimes I confuse myself. Kudos to HeWhoComesWithTheDawn for pointing this out to me.

In the next chapter, expect to see how Harry's been training and what's he learning. Blaise finally meets the Dursleys, Harry and Dumbledore 'talk', and the Order and Harry's friends finally meet Mana. Stay tuned for the next chapter, Home at Last. Thank you for all your kind reviews, it really makes writing a pleasure for me. I do apologise for the extreme lateness of this chapter, I do get quite a few writer's blocks. So, once I got over it, I decided to make this chapter extra long for you readers. I hope you enjoyed it!