Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything mentioned by J. K. Rowling in any of her books. I technically don't even own the pants I'm wearing right know seeing as I didn't buy them. Hope no one takes them back any time today!

A/N: I'm very sorry for the long delay but I haven't had the internet for a long time so I couldn't very well post anything. But here it is! And thanks all you good people out there who deem this good enough for reviews! WITH OUT FURTHER ADO I PRESENT TO YOU THE NEXT CHAPTER OF THIS STORY!

Power Released

Chapter Three: You Remembered Me?

By: SoullessDevil

Interestingly enough there was, along with all the books Harry had ordered, a good number of books he had not ordered all but one seemed ancient. Setting aside all the books which he had ordered Harry found ten books to be so old he feared touching them because it seemed they may just turn to dust. Then he noticed yet another book but this one was small and looked to be more of a journal of sorts. This one he took into his hands to examine further and found that in deed it was a journal… of sorts.

Upon opening it up to the first page he found himself looking at the neat print of the name "Lilly Potter" and under that the words "A Compilation of Spells." Harry stared at it in wonder then rubbed his eyes as if to clear them. Once he realized it was real he opened up to the next page. As if it were any other book there was a table of contents that read as follows:

A Compilation of Spells

By: Lilly Potter

Basic Cleaning………………………………...1

Cooking………………………………...28

Party Essentials………………………………...53

Basic Occlumency………………………………...69

Advanced Occlumency………………………………...93

Basic Defense Against the Dark Arts………………………………...127

Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts………………………………...172

Spells of My Own Creation………………………………...295

After reading this Harry was completely stunned. All he did for about a half an hour was stare at the book in amazement. Could it be possible that his mother had created a single book devoted to literally everything he needed? And further more how could she know? Was all he could thing of. Finally he started to flip through the small thick book. The neat script of his mothers perfect writing reminded Harry a great deal of Hermione's which in turn reminded him about the party he had to plan.

"At least it will give me a chance to look through this some" he said to himself going to page 53. After about ten minutes he smirked "This is going to me fun" he said with a rather mysteriously dashing look in his eyes. Then he read the whole book in an hour thinking about his parents and his party but mostly his mother. At the end he found a true journal entry that was more of a letter.

My Son,

If you are reading this I fear the worst has happened. That could be two things. One I'm gone and your father has given this to you on your sixteenth birthday. Or two, we are both gone and a person we trusted has given this to you. Either way I'm sorry this had to happen. I wish I or both of us could see the young man you have become and I'm sure you've become a wonder. I'll explain why I made this and how I knew I should. First off, and I hope this isn't how you find out, there is a prophecy about you.

It tells of you having the power or will to do the thing that none of us could. You my son will have such things, power and will, to defeat Voldemort. Once we were told of this I knew. I knew that we would most likely not live to help you. I knew that you would need our help. I knew you would need James and my encouragement. I knew you would be told of our love for you. But I also knew that that may not be enough. James and I loved you more than you could possible believe. Even with us gone our love for you will never fade. Also if you are anything like us which I think you will be I want to tell you. Don't be to hard on yourself. Not everything that happens around you is in fact your fault. Not all the time does the blame squarely lie with you. There are forces in this world that lead us to do as they will. Believe in yourself and anything can be achieved.

I should also explain the contents of this journal. The first few sections are devoted to your well being in everyday life. Getting along with magic as any person would. But the rest.. Well that is for your protection. Though a sections title may say "Basic" its not even close. These are all the spells and more that have helped your father and I through the years. Don't take lightly the great gift which has been given to you my son. For few now of most of these.

Your Loving Mother,

Lilly

As he read, with each word, it was as if a great weight had been lifted off of him. Even though she had been taken way from him far too soon she knew him better than he could have imagined. Even though many had said he wasn't to blame it took a message from beyond the grave to finally speak the truth and him to believe it. Harry then read the book about five more times even though it was committed to memory after the first he couldn't help it. Each time he read it he was put more at ease. Until finally he set it down to enjoy some other books before slowly slipping into his first peaceful sleep in a long time.

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Harry awoke to the sun shining brightly in his eyes. He stretched and got out of bed glancing at his clock. To his utter shock it was close to 11:00 am. He only had a few hours to get ready and get everything else ready. So not really caring that all he was in were his boxers he ran down the stairs to start to get things ready. He was thinking about all the spells he had read just last night when he was going down the stairs. Thinking about how he wished to decorate things on his way to get his wand out from where his family kept it.

As he touched the rail of the stairs it seemed as though he wouldn't need his wand. Decorations had suddenly appeared and as he looked around he realized they were not only on the stairs but all over the house. Harry was still looking around in wonder when he heard a shrill scream. Right away he ran into the kitchen where the scream had come from to see what was wrong. Only to be screamed at again upon entering the kitchen and having a cup thrown at him.

"What the… Why did you scream? And why did you throw a cup at me?" Harry demanded catching the cup with ease.

"WELL THE FIRST SCREAM WAS BECAUSE ALL THIS" his aunt Petunia screeched pointing at all the wonderful green, white, red, and gold streamers on the walls, windows, and doors. "WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL IS ALL THIS AND WHERE DID IT COME FROM? AND WHY THE HELL DID YOU COME RUNNING IN HERE WITH NEARLY NOTHING ON!" she finished pointing at him with a thin finger.

Harry rolled his eyes crossed his arms and leaned against the wall behind him before saying "Well you said I had to do everything myself for the party so I did" then he smirked at her confused look "From this day on I can do as much magic as I want and you can't stop me" and with that he went up to his room.

Once up in his room he sat on his bed in confusion. "What just happened…" he asked himself. He then got dressed in some rag tag clothing that were once Dudley's. Where once they were far too big for him that didn't seem to be much of a problem now. Though the pants were still far to large for his waist they fit snugly on his legs and were too short in length. The shirt was a different story being that it fit too loosely around his torso but at his chest and arms the fit was too tight. He looked at himself in the mirror and with a confused shake of his head walked out the door. Harry went into the kitchen once again to find his aunt looking at the decorations with what could only be described as angered approval. On the counter was a wide assortment of foods such as chips, pretzels, and vegetables, with many dips all in bowls. Then there was to his surprise a cake baking in the oven. "You're making me a cake?" he asked his aunt in amazement.

She made a disgruntled face at him "No. I was looking at the decorations outside and when I came in there it was. This is all okay I guess but what will everyone eat?" she asked matter-of-factly.

As if in answer to her things began to move around and seemingly make themselves which only made her scuff and plop down in a chair. Hiding his wonder Harry turned to his aunt and announced "I'm going to the store."

She paid him no mind as her eyes narrowed and arms crossed all the while watching intently the goings about in her kitchen. Harry just shrugged and walked out the door then broke out in a run to the nearest clothing store. A while ago he had gotten muggle money from his account at the wizarding bank. Every few weeks he would go and get something new that fit to wear but as of late each new week the cloths he had just gotten didn't fit anymore. This was odd for many reasons but he was fine with getting something new to wear and not really caring that he had to search for a new size each time.

Upon entering to clothing store he was only slightly winded as he went to the section for me. The owner of the store, which was called "Odds & Ends," was a kind little woman about forty years in age. Her name was Cornelia and she was always there to help or make a suggestion. There were two other woman that worked for her both young about twenty or so one had blond hair whose name was Anna and a brunette whose name was Emily. Around the store were some other people going about their business but when Harry walked in everyone stopped what they were doing. Lady's gazed in awed admiration and the few men that were there looked in envious confusion at the man that had the attention of every woman young and old and could have any but didn't realize a thing.

Harry had been idly looking through various shirts and pants when Cornelia popped up smiling. "Hello, Lia, how have things been?" he asked with a grin. There was a collective gasp that he missed as he went back to the clothing.

"Oh, everything has been just dandy! Now I see you are in need of some new cloths…" she said with an appraising glance at his body but it wasn't like the others. She was measuring him with her eyes to see what sizes she should get out. "My you look rather chipper today… Any reason for that?" she said walking over to a section of clothing and bringing back a pair of pants and a shirt.

Smiling Harry took the cloths and answered "Well yes, today is my birthday and I'm having a small get together with some friends." then I tried to go to the dressing doom and try on the cloths to see if they fit when a small yet surprisingly strong hand grabbed his arm.

"It's your birthday! Well then anything you get today is on me! And with that said go try those on and I'll bring more for you" she said starting to shove him onward.

Chuckling as he walked into the dressing room for he would never leave without paying he tried on what was given to him. Like always everything fit perfectly the pants a faded tone of gray-blue that was comfortably baggy around the legs and fitted in all the right places. The shirt was funny enough black with the outline of a green dragon on the front that looked surprisingly like a horntail but fit only slightly snugly. "How do you do it?" he called out to Cornelia opening the door to come face to face with some random girl.

"I'll show you how" she said with a suggestive smirk.

Harry just gave her a confused look and asked "What are you talking about?"

At this point Cornelia came up and shooed the weirdo away to answer his question "Well this store has been in my family for so long and we also tailor something's so I'm good with sizes."

"The pants are a little loose though" he said as she was walking away only to come back with a average black belt "How do you know everything?" he asked with a smirk.

"Because my dear boy its my job!" she said waving her hands in the air. She then grabbed a small pile of cloths shoved Harry back into the dressing room demanding "Now get out of these cloths and put your old cloths on and come to the register!"

Harry just shook his head and did as he was told. When he walked out he nearly knocked Cornelia over "Oh! Sorry, Lia. I didn't see you there your so short" he said catching her and propping her back up.

"No my dear boy, you are just tall. Now go set those with Emily then follow me" she told him and walked over to the shoes.

Once again he did as he was told shaking his head. When he got to the counter where Emily was he found a pile of cloths "What's all this?" he asked setting down the things in his hands.

Emily gave a nervous little giggle before saying "Well its all your things, silly!"

Harry just looked more confused and walked over to Cornelia who pushed him into a seat and ripped his shoes off and threw them into the nearest trash can. "What the…" was all he could say.

"I'm tired of you coming in here and never getting new shoes which you really need" Cornelia supplied simply before soon discarding his socks as well "What the devil are these!" she then grabbed two packages of socks each with twelve pairs in them and ripped one open to throw a pair at him "Now put those on and try on some shoes you like."

He tried on some checkered green and black flats and liked them then Cornelia practically shoved some black and rather comfortable boots on his feet. She then tour off the tag for the flats and put them back on his feet and walked away. As he walked to the counter two bags were shoved into his hands and shoved out the door "Okay have a nice day now get out of here and go to your little party!" once again he just shook his head and did as he was told. To her surprise when Cornelia walked back to the counter she found the exact amount of money Harry's clothes would have come out to tax and all right there in front of her "Why that sneaky little…" she chuckled.

A/N: Sorry but you'll just have to wait until the next chapter for the party itself. Please review!