A frying pan did it

by fvdv123

A brother of the Old Guy died and chose the wrong option. He ends up as five-year-old Harry. Watch him deal with the bad guys. This story can't be taken seriously. My favorite targets are Snape and Dumbo, so don't cry if I bash them. When he gets older there will be some girls. so Harry/multi to be safe...

3. Chapter 3

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., I noticed that if you know the story, you can fix it in one day… but then again it would be a very short story. I'll try to spread it out to 60K or more words… for free even.

A/N: I just noticed if you update a chapter after editing, it gets posted again… sorry about that. It must have been frustrating to see new posts and no new chapters. I use Grammarly, the free version, so it does not fix everything. I'll just do my best… Nah, I'm too lazy to spend hours editing.

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Previous:

An owl flew in and landed before Daphne, after reading the letter she asked her dad: "Tracey want to come over to ask Heir Potter to help choose her wand, I explained how Heir Potter helped me find the best one possible, and she wants the same experience if he agrees, in exchange for an appropriate favor from her."

I reacted: "I don't mind helping your friend, but am a bit wary about the favor, what does that mean?" Mrs. Greengrass: "That can be anything, from helping with your homework to helping you buy something via her connections."

I said: "We can do it today if she comes over, that gives Lord Greengrass the chance to witness it himself." Yeah right, the next one needs to pay.

3 Magic senses.

Lord Greengrass nodded at Daphne, who speed-walked to the floo, we can't have a noble girl running through the house, so this was her fastest speed possible. Five minutes later the Davis family walked in, Tracey with a stack of Harry bloody Potter books in her arms, whispering excitingly with Daphne.

When she noticed me looking at her she froze, put her stack of books on the table, picked a book that was obviously her favorite, and wordlessly handed the book to me. I tilted my head, puzzled about what to do with that book, is it a gift from her? Do I have to sign it? Read it? Comment it? Harry Potter and his half-blood friend it said on the cover. I remember in most fiction she is pictured as a half-blood.

I asked: "Miss? This is for me? What do I have to do with it?" A voice behind her said: "She should have first introduced herself before handing our gifts. Good day, Heir Potter, My name is Lord Davis, this is my wife Lady Veronica Davis nee Steward, my son Lance, daughters Tracey, and youngest Ursula. Thank you for granting my daughter's request to help find her first wand."

Mrs. Davis smiled: "Tracey, be a proper lady and greet our hosts first, then you greet Heir Potter, after all that, you can ask for an autograph ." I decide to save the poor girl, took a pen out of my pocket, and wrote: For Miss Tracey Davis, I hope to become your friend in the real world. Closed the book and handed it back to her.

When I smiled again at her she snapped awake, looked around, Astoria barely holding it together, her brother grinning, the adults with an amused smile on their face, and Daphne looking worried at her. Blushing she said: "Oh Morgana! I am sorry for ignoring you uncle Cyrus and aunty Ellen, Heir Potter, I apologize for my bad manners, I am Tracey Davis please to meet you."

"Don't worry Miss Davis, although it still surprised me that I am so well known in the wizarding world. I did not even know they wrote books about a boy with my name."

Tracey: "But those books are about you! The Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived! That is you!" I shrugged: "There are a lot of boys who are alive, some even named as me. Potter is a common name in Britain after all. Personally, I have never seen a dragon, unicorn, hippogriff, or even a Princess in my life. I am raised by muggles, did not even know about magic before my Hogwarts's letter, I was even then thinking it was a stupid joke. Anyway, I am pleased to meet you, Miss Davis." I took her hand and planted a kiss on it. Oops, I was supposed to brush it. The poor kid got steam coming out of her ears, and Daphne looked jealous.

Lord Greengrass took control of the situation: "It is still early, if we leave now we will be back for lunch." Little Ursula was looking at the new guy and accidentally dropped her toy. In a reflex I caught it and levitated it back in her hands… dammed, I did not want to show my wandless to them. Before, they just thought I was a little kid that liked to brag and has some magic tricks. Then again, I need powerful allies against Dumbledore.

Doing damage control I said: "Do we have to use that floo?" Mr. Greengrass: "I'm afraid so Heir Potter." Moaning: "Great."

Xxxxx

The bloody floo launched me headfirst out of the fireplace, this time I was prepared, with a judo-roll I got on my feet. Japanese martial arts are great! We went into Knock turn ally to the wand shop. On the way I spread my magic senses, looking for treats. Different kinds of creatures were watching us pass by, the number of adults in our group prevented them to take a risk.

The old lady was happy to meet me again in the shop: "Welcome young man, are you back to amaze me again? I would offer you a job, but the ring on your finger tells me you don't need one." Mr. Davis: "Heir Potter is here to assist my daughter in finding her first wand, madam Wilson. Heiress Daphne was very pleased with hers."

Mrs. Wilson: "Well then, Heir Potter, do your magic please." Yeah, no pressure, I hold my hand out at Tracey. Hesitating, after a nudge from Daphne she put her hand in mine. Closing my eyes I said: "Miss Tracey, think of doing magic. Just think of it." Her magic began to flare, I searched for a wand with a matching resonance and sensed two, I called the closest match and gave it to her. As with Daphne, she got a strong reaction, a glow covering her.

I mentioned: "I felt another strong pull, a bit weaker than this one, but strong all the same." Mrs. Wilson: "That is the second time I see such a strong reaction, it is rare to see such a strong match. Can you do another one? Perhaps for this young man?" She pointed at Roger Davis. Roger looked at his dad: "Father, my wand is from Olivanders', can I have a new one if heir Potter finds a better match?" Poor daddy, expecting to buy one expensive wand, has to cough some galleons up for two wands. Defeated he just nodded his head.

We did the same, I pulled the strongest match, and gave it to him. I commented: "Your old wand is not even in the top five of compatibility." It set Lord Davis three hundred galleons lighter though.

Mrs. Wilson: "It is a remarkable gift you have Heir Potter. Thank you for the demonstration. Astoria tapped my arm and asked: "Can you help me find my wand next year too? I winked at her and held my hand out, eager she grabbed it and concentrated. I pulled the best match and presented it to her. It saved me a trip next year. Astoria was dazed by the feeling she got.

Silently I whispered: "Now you know how your magic feels, meditate on it and circulate it through your body." She handed it to her dad and said: "Daddy, I want this wand." Mrs. Wilson was happy, they came to buy one and left the store with three. I was her favorite person right now.

Xxxxx

Back at the mansion, Roger thanked me: "Heir Potter, this wand feels so much better than my old one. You have my gratitude." I responded: "No problem, Heir Davis, I profit as well in a way, having your family's goodwill is a plus for me."

Mr. Greengrass: "Ah? Do we have a Slytherin in the house?" I tilted my head: "That depends, yesterday I spend a day with Miss Hannah Abbot and Miss Susan Bones, chaperoned by Miss Peggy Abbot and her betrothed. All four were promoting Hufflepuff, and of the three other houses, Slytherin has the worst reputation. Meaning, if I am truly ambitious and cunning, Slytherin would be my last choice to be in. Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff would help me more in my ambitions. Also, from my parent's journals, the girls in Slytherin were handled as cattle, it could be the mentality from that era, but any half-blood girl in Slytherin did not have a happy time, even the girls from lesser families. I don't know about now, but fifteen years ago, Slytherin was not a safe place. Although my parents being in Griffindor could have a biased opinion."

Mr. Greengrass sighed: "You are right to a point, our wives were in Ravenclaw, we in Slytherin, in the height of the war, most death eaters came from Slytherin, most, not all. The four houses had them. I remember a half-blood girl three years older being harassed by the upper years, she did not come back after her owls. As a second-year, you have to keep your head down. I always wondered what happened to her."

The chances of Daphne and Tracey ending in Slytherin are getting small now. Am I manipulating now? Hell yes! I know the story! Why wouldn't I manipulate? Anyway, I am dead and in the body of Harry fucking Potter, I'll take everything I can get. Not following my stupid brothers' example though, too much girl drama.

I watched Astoria sitting in a corner, meditating. That girl is highly motivated now. At lunch, the talk went to the curse of the Dada position. Lord Davis mentioned this year's one broke a record. He quit a month before the term even started. Yep, now he is shoveling dragon dung. When lunch was done I talked with Roger about Ravenclaw, the good and the bad, The girls were close by, listening to Roger's sales pitch for Ravenclaw. The private rooms and library had me sold. The stairs you have to take every day… not so.

An hour later I said goodbye: "Lord Greengrass, Lady, and Misses, thank you for your hospitality. Maybe we meet again at the station of the Hogwarts express." Mr. Greengrass: "Or sooner Heir Potter, if you have questions about your family duties as an heir, you can owl or visit us anytime. I'm certain Lord Davis feels the same." Mr. Davis: "We do. You are always welcome to visit Heir Potter."

Xxxxx

Now, what transportation do we get? The Bus of Doom or the Floo from Hell?

Bus of Doom it is. I grabbed hold with my magic to stabilize me and got peppered with all kinds of stuff that was flying around. Do those morons do this on purpose? To only call them as a last resort? The normal bus ride home, I got off halfway and walked to a small crop of trees. I concentrated and called the Elf dad mentioned in the letter: "Tapsy! Come here please!" With a pop, Tapsy appeared before me and grabbed me by the legs, sobbing that Master Harry finally called them.

Oook? "Tapsy? Can you bring me home? I don't know where it is." House elf transportation rules! I appeared in a hall of an ancient building. Tapsy said: "Master must set the wards. Follow me to the office master Harry." In the meantime, several pops were sounding around me, and ten house-elves clamped to my legs, some laughing, others crying of happiness. Ten minutes later, Tapsy guided me to take possession of the main ward-stone, setting the conditions for entering, crossing people off the free visiting list, adding Snape and Dumbels to the enemy list. The floo list got completely wiped clean. When everything was settled Tapsy led me to a room filled with paintings. She showed me a painting of an older couple "Master Charlus, this be young Harry. He has come home." The older couple looked at me, Charlus finally asked me: "Where have you been Harry? Tapsy could not find you, somehow your presence was hidden from our elves."

I laughed bitter: "Dumbledore betrayed us all. He hid me at the Dursleys, and they treated me like dirt. At Halloween, when I was four, I pretended to be possessed by mum and told them to treat me better. Life got better since then." They hardly believed me, so I told them the story of the frying pan. "Blooddagger said that I am definitely Harry Potter, or the Heir ring would reject me. Now, I am looking out for a magical guardian to get Dumbledore of my case. Do you know someone that can help me? A lawyer of some sort?"

Charlus: "First, get the copy of the Will, Tapsy, bring it here please." Tapsy snapped her fingers, and the Will appeared in my hand. It read:

25 October 1981 Last will of

Lord James Charlus Potter and

Lady Lily Rose Potter nee Evans

If I die before my wife I appoint her to be Regent of House Potter until Harry turns seventeen, this means also the seat in the wizengamot.

When both of us are gone, Harry is to be placed at the following people:

Sirius Black, as his Godfather by ritual.

Alice Longbottom as his Godmother by ritual.

Andromeda Tonks nee Black, cousin and dear friend

Remus Lupus, one of our best friends, only if he takes an oath to never have betrayed us.

Peter Pettigrew, one of our best friends, only if he takes an oath to never have betrayed us.

Veronica Davis nee Steward, a good friend, and fellow intellectual.

Ellen Greengrass nee Brown also a good friend and intellectual

Harriet Abbot nee Harper a dear friend and ally

Amelia Bones a good friend and ally

If the people above are unable or unwilling to take Harry in, a magic family will do if they swear an oath to never have followed, and never will follow the criminal organization of Voldemort and his death eaters.

A magical or muggle orphanage as last resort.

It is absolutely forbidden to put our son with Petunia Dursley nee Evans. She hates us and magic.

All properties fall to Harry on his seventeenth birthday on the condition he provides a comfortable home for his mother and funds to live as she likes.

We grant 500 galleons a month for expenses and upkeep for Harry,

We donate 5000 galleons to Albus Dumbledore for casting the Fidelius with Peter as secret keeper on our cottage.

The list went on with who gets what and how much. What puzzled me was why the four candidates for magical guardians are the mothers of the girls I first interacted with and why didn't those mothers mention they were friends with my mum?

At the end the list of witnesses are listed:

Sirius Orion Black

Peter William Pettigrew

Albus Brian Wulfric Percival Dumbledore

Griphook

On a different page I found mums explanation of her choices for guardians:

All of them except Alice are mothers with daughters, so he can grow up with a sister and not as an insensitive prick like his father, who took until his owls to grow up.

A bit harsh, but not far from the truth. Well. We know why they had to disappear. Sirius and Alice were prime candidates to raise me, and Dumbo needed a humble Harry that worshiped him.

I read the Will out loud, I even mentioned the four girls I spend time with are the daughters of the women in the Will.

Charlus said: "I think someone higher up is interfering for you. The frying pan with the memories, meeting the girls, those are no coincidences. Magic has a strange way of getting what it wants. It is possible Dumbledore erased the memories of their friendship or Mrs. Greengrass and Davis didn't want to scare you away. At this point everything is speculation."

Xxxxx

Well… it is time to catch a rat. Maybe a trip to my betrothed, you know, meet the in-laws.

Tapsy found aunt Petunia's home from my memories, do not ask me how they do it, cause I have no clue at all. I ordered her to take all my possessions home and wait for my call.

The family was watching the Tellie, when the show was over I said: "I found my house and the Will of mum and dad. It said it was forbidden to put me here with you because you hate magic and everything around it. I already moved my things there.

Dud, I will visit regularly. Aunt, uncle, we do not always agree but you treated me well after that Halloween. Uncle, I will keep my promise to give names of companies to invest in. Also, I suggest moving from here, out of range from Dumbledore, beware of Mrs. Figs, she is a spy for Dumbledore. If you want to contact me, call for Minny in a secluded space."

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I waved and left the house. A big chapter was closed off, a new life begins, I'm walking into the sunset, my hair is waving in the wind, birds are singing, orchestral music is playing in the background, a pretty girl is running to me, jumping in my arms, smiling… I wish.

Tapsy popped me home and I had to run to the bathroom to take a dump.

The next day Charlus told me the ICW meets the second week of August, the wizengamot on the last Friday of August.

So the old goat is off the island this week, I can visit my bride to be today. A present for the love of my life! Hmm. What to buy… a chastity belt is a bit too soon, A black leather Cat costume too, Whips and paddles either… man, this limits my choices… ah! I am going to get the jealous git green from envy. The wife gets a Nimbus 2000! Maybe I sign her books too… with love, your hubby! What to get Mommy-in-law… flowers? Devil snare is a bit drastic, muggle cookbooks? Nah… the complete collection of fake Lockhart? A concert ticket of Celina Warbeck or what's her name, that singer… Nah she probably forces to come along. An elf? They can fight who will cook today. Ah, a real clock that shows the actual time, maybe they show up on time at the train. An annoying one you can hear it's tik-tak from across the house and every hour a gong that counts the hours. Dammed, they have silencing charms.

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No more Bus from Hell for me, I take the Elf express, a smooth pop is all it takes. My first stop is Gringotts, at Blooddagger, I asked him to make legal copies of the Will and the betrothal contract with Ginny Weasley. Also, to ask Griphook why he supported Dumbels to block the will. I bet that dude is going to lose his head. I put them all away in my expandable book bag.

The next stop is the pet shop for a small unbreakable cage.

The broom shop had a few Nimbus 2000 in stock, I bought two of them, I even got a discount if I posed for a picture, man, I need to learn the Lockhart spells for glamorous posing and snape's billowing cloak, maybe the twinkling eyes of Dumbels too. I shopped for an enchanted ring that detects potions… very important.

Have you ever noticed that when you look for a clock shop, you never find one? When you don't need one however then they are all over the place. Fuck it, she gets a new cookbook.

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I took the Bus from Hell again, cause I forgot how that village was called. They dropped me off on the boundary of the wards, I don't know how to ring the bell so stepped forwards. It was weird, like stepping into foam that gets thicker and harder, I stepped back, they should already know someone is visiting. A woman came out of the house, walking halfway, she asked: "Hello young man, who are you? Do you need something?" Hmm… let's presume they are nice.

"Hello mother, I came to pay a visit to my fiance is she at home?" I walked further in until I got stuck in the wards. "Huh? I am not welcome? Do you hate me? I even have a present for my fiance." I turned around and walked back out down the road. She came back to her senses when I was ten steps away: "Wait! Are you Harry Potter?" I shot back: "Good Lord! how many betrothal contracts does she have? Do I have to share her with five other blokes? Then I'll pass if you don't mind. Send her my regards and good luck to those other five."

She ran to me: "Nononono… there is nobody else, I was just surprised that's all." She grabbed my arm and led me in. She opened her sound horn and bellowed: "GINNY! COME HERE! A VISITOR IS HERE FOR YOU!" God dammed! Those are some serious decibels. She can even be heard in a heavy metal concert. That is a bloody fog horn. Several redheads popped up from the house, there was a thin tall one, a pair of identical's and one with food in his mouth… where is the wife? Is she cheating on me already? I asked: "Those are all males, I hope you have another one, do you name them all Ginny?" Molly: "Of course not, those are Percy, Fred and George, and that one is Ron."

I shrugged: "Oh, I thought when they all looked up when you yelled Ginny. they were also named so. My mistake."

Ron yelled: "Ginny is on the loo taking a dump!" OK… now I begin to feel sorry for the girl, a strange boy is here asking for Ginny, and the loudmouth yells she takes a shit? A high-pitched scream comes from inside the house. I turned to Molly: "He didn't pay attention during tact class? I can only imagine how she must feel right now, maybe it is best I come back tomorrow."

I turned and walked back out. At the boundary, I called Minny to pop me in Diagon Alley. I can be mad at Dumbledore and the Weasley parents, but she is just a little kid, caught in adult schemes. At the postal office, I bought some stationery and wrote 6 letters, one to Augusta Longbottom, the others to the women in the Will to invite them and their families to a dinner in my mansion at Abergwyngregyn in Wales next Sunday to talk this over. For safety reasons, I will not yet connect the floo. And gave each the name of an elf to call upon for transport. I send six owls out and went back home.

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The next day I tried again at the Weasleys, Minny popped me at the boundaries, I let my presence known. This time a little girl came to get me, the bride I suppose. She stood before me: "Harry Potter?" I smiled and nodded: "Yes, I checked this morning, and I am still Harry Potter." She smiled and asked: "Who else could you be then?" I laughed at that: "Well… sometimes I am The Boy Who Lives, sometimes I am a storybook hero, you know the kind that slays dragons and stuff. Sometimes I am just myself." We walked inside, talking about the different kinds of Ginny there are.

The boys were gathered in the kitchen, I introduced myself: "Good morning everyone, I am Heir Harry Potter, last week on my birthday, I discovered in Gringotts that there is a betrothal contract made between Miss Weasley and me. Now before I act on the contract, I wanted to know this family personally. So here I am, the last of my line so they say."

Molly: "Welcome harry, Yesterday was one big misunderstanding. This here is Percy, he starts his fifth year at Hogwarts and is a prefect. This is Fred and George, they start in their third year, this is Ron, he is in your year. And you met Ginny she starts at Hogwarts next year."

I smiled: "Hello everyone. Mrs. Weasley here is a little present for you. And Miss Ginny this is for you." I handed the gift-wrapped broom to her. Ginny began to hyperventilate when she unwrapped the Nimbus. Ron shouted: "No bloody way! That is a Nimbus 2000! The best broom of the year!"

I shrugged: "I asked around, people said the Weasley's can handle their brooms, so I decided to gift Miss Ginny one, although Miss Ginny if you rather have something else, we can always trade it in for something else." Ginny had her broom in a death-grip, Ron was drooling, the twins were happy for Ginny, Percy probably found it inappropriate.

Molly looked worried: "should you give her something so dangerous? She hasn't sat on a broom yet." I looked at Ginny: "Really?" Ginny responded automatically: "I sneak in the broom shed sometimes and flew alone in the orchard with one of the brooms." She snapped awake: " Thank you, Harry, I love your gift."

Snobby Percy asked: "What house do you think to get sorted in?" I tried my joke again: "I hope one with a roof on top." I scored with Ginny and the twins, Percy was offended for not being taken seriously. And we had to wait for Ron… ah he gets it now. I said: "I frankly don't care much about it, probably Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, Slytherin is possible too." Ron: "Noo! You have to go to Griffindor, the house of the brave. Your parents went there too." I shrugged: "So? It is just a school, what do I care where I end up, it is not important at all." Molly said: "It is important dear, it creates friendships that can last through the years."

Tilting my head I asked: "So you say we are only allowed to be friends of your own house? I plan to get along with every student, no matter in what house they are." Ron shouted: "Gryffindors are the best!" I answered: "Meh, I do not measure myself by the accomplishments of others, and don't want to get dragged in a herd mentality. I am myself."

Ginny was in her own broomstick world. I had lunch with the gang, once they calmed down they were good guys. Ron was a bit dense, but who cares. I could keep the twins apart by their magic signature. Percy? Meh, he has a stick up his ass.

After lunch they went flying, Ginny had to change her outfit but soon the sky was red. So… this is broomstick flying. Frankly? Did you ever try sitting on a stick? Those things don't have a saddle! After a few minutes, your but crack is going to hurt, your tailbone is in the middle of it so that will hurt too.

After a while, Fred and George landed next to me: "Harry? Don't you want to fly?" I answered: "Honestly? I am still trying to wrap my mind around the concept of flying on a cleaning tool. I am muggle raised, so I am out of the water so to speak. Doesn't your arse hurt flying that stick?"

Fred: "Nah they have cushion charms on them, they are comfortable to sit on." I sighed: "alright, I'll get mine out and try it out, I never sat on one. I took my broom out and asked: "OK… how do you start this thing?" After a two hours speed course, I could keep up with the guys. I definitely was not chaser material my aim was way off, the need to be good at it wasn't there either. I wasn't a seeker either.

Ginny flew circles around me. But I could have fun flying. George said: "You are definitely not quidditch material. I looked offended: "Hey! No dirty talk in front of your sister! Just joking guys, flying is fun but no more than that."

Xxxxx

Afterward, Ron showed me his new pet. Scabbers. I studied it, felt it with my magic, the rodent just felt… wrong. I looked at it from all sides I asked: "You are sure this is a rat?" I tighten my grip with magic. I continued: "It looks more like a human hiding like a rat." Scabbers began to wriggle and squeak. The rat bit me! This is what I was waiting for. I swore, and threw him with full force on the floor, yelling: "That man bit me!" Scabbers was a goner, flat out death. Ron looked at me slack-jawed: "You… you… you killed Scabbers!" I shot back: "What is wrong with you? Why do you keep a man as a pet rat? He bit me!" Ron yelled: "You killed Scabbers! He is not a man he is a rat! And you killed him!"

Molly came to the commotion: "What is going on here?" Ron yelled: "Harry killed Scabbers!" I yelled back: "And I said that that thing is a human animagus, not a real rat! And the stupid thing bit me!"

Molly paled: "Harry are you certain? How do you know?" I answered: "Several things, Ron said Percy had him for years, rats live tops 3 or 4 years, second, I can sense magic, this one does not feel like an animal but human, third, I recognize this rat. It is Peter Pettigrew, he betrayed my parents to Voldemort, fourth, the moment I said he felt human he wanted to escape and bit me. Now someone calls the police or how do you call the law enforcement around here."

Molly was stumped, she walked to the fireplace and called the Aurors. I turned to Ron: "I'll get you another pet or a new wand, maybe both. If I am wrong and Scabbers is a real rat, you get my broom, deal?" Ron was conflicted, he did not know how to feel, sad his rat is murdered, or happy because he gets a broom if he is a real rat and dead. A few Aurors came in, Molly explained the problem, and of my suspicion the rat was an animagus. A few revealing spells noticed it had magic in it, I remarked: "An animagus that died in his animal form gets his human form back after one or two days, it depends how strong its magic is. And this is Peter Pettigrew, the man that betrayed my parents. So I want my godfather out of prison Why you think he could betray us is madness, he is my godfather by ritual!"

The Aurors looked at each other: "This is above our pay grade, we will contact Madam Bones." A floo call later Madam Boned walked in: "Heir Potter? Are you sure this is Pettigrew?" I answered: "100% Madam Bones, I can sense magic and that rat felt human, not like an animal. When I told Ron, the rat tried to escape and bit me. I got angry and threw it on the floor. You just have to wait for a few days, and he turns back into a human."

Madam Bones asked: "How do you know that?" "I read my dad's notes. it was in a trunk in my trust vault. It described the rat too. Did you read my parents' Will that I owled you today? It stated loud and clear Peter was the secret keeper, you have my Godfather by ritual sitting innocently in that prison and I want him free. He is Lord Black by the way."

The statements were noted, the rat confiscated, and Madam Bones has work, enough for overtime. I took her apart: "Madam Bones, my father's letters stated the ministry is littered with death eaters and sympathizers. Let your Aurors swear they are not death eaters before you let them get Sirius or he is dead before you can talk to him. You know, it may even save your life someday." She asked: "How old are you, Heir Potter?" I laughed at her: "Madam Bones, I did elementary school in 2 years, secondary in three. I have a perfect mindscape and 99% memory recall. I have several offers for muggle universities here and in the USA. I am maybe eleven years, but smarter than half of your Ministry put together."

Yeah yeah, OP dude coming through.

Xxxxx

Back home, after dinner I went to my office, several letters were on my desk. Yep, I have an office now, with a big ass desk. Six confirmations for Sunday dinner and Amelia Bones wanted to have a meeting tomorrow at her office. That should be fun. I replayed my confirmation with Hedwig and started my studies. The mansion had a great dueling room for practicing my spells. This is the downsize if you know the story. You have to train like Hell or get your ass kicked, before you know it you overshoot your goals and become an OP character. With my magic training and mindscape I can memorize each book I read and learn spells very fast… wandless and silently. If I use my wand I blast the roof of the building. At a point, I stopped learning new spells but worked on controlling the output of my wand.

Xxxxx

The next day I promised Ron I take him to Diagon alley for a new wand and pet, Minny dropped me off on the boundaries of the Burrow. The twins welcomed me,

F: "Heir Potter!"

G: "What animal are you,"

F: "going to kill,"

G "Today?"

I grinned: "I don't know yet, do you have an old owl hanging around here?"

The twins paled,

F: "Not Errol!"

G: "We like him!"

"I promised Ron a new pet and wand, it is better to keep my promises. So I thought today would be fine."

Molly went along with Ron and me, first to Olivander for the wand. We entered, the creep appeared behind us, meh, I just turned my head and asked: "So, you sell any decent wands here?" As he was just preparing to spook us: "Ah, Harry Potter I was expecting you last week. And Ronald Weasley also a latecomer, Molly Prewitt, birch with hair of a unicorn tail eleven inches, very rigid. I remember it like yesterday. While He was giving his speech, I took Ron's hand whispered to think of doing magic. I concentrated and pulled the best match. I gave the wand to Ron and said to Olivander: "We take this one please." Ron had a strong reaction with his wand. It was as if he fell in love with it: "Blimey! I did not know it could be like this! It is ten times better than Charlie's old wand."

Olivander was speechless. That never happened before! It was too fast! I asked: "How much? I have places to be today, and Ron needs a new pet, choosing one takes time you know, and a wand holster too." Olivander: "You need to buy yours to now Harry Potter." I shrugged: "Nah, I'm good. Where do I press my ring?" We were in and out of there in less than five minutes, a record I guess. Cheap though, fifteen galleons, it does not make sense at all, the holster costs almost as much as the wand.

"Ron! To the pet store, if you want to be in Slytherin you need to buy a snake, for Gryffindor you have to get a lion for puffs a badger… you know? The only safe Hogwarts pets are ravens." Ron took his time, Pets are important after all… I guess. Never cared much for them though, the kids drag them in the house, and the parents have to care for it. We walked out with a barn owl. He has a brain after all, a bloody postal owl costs as much as ten Olivander wands! Or half my wand. I said good buy to both and said I have an appointment with Madam Bones.

Xxxxx

The Leaky Cauldron was loaded. I waved to Hannah, paid for the powder and flood? Flooed? Flooded? Anyway, I was ejected in the Ministry hall, at the desk, the Auror on duty said: "Present your wand."

I answered: "I left it at home." puzzled he asked Why?" "Well, what uses does it have if you are underage and are forbidden to use it? Then it is just a stick to carry around. I have an appointment with Madam Bones, how do I get there?" The directions were clear, when I arrived at my destination, Madam Bones came from another direction with two wands in her hand. The rat got human again I presume.

Madam Boned greeted me: "Heir Potter, you were right after all, it was Peter Pettigrew, he carried two wands, his and You Know Who's wand." Nah, I am not in the mood for word games: "Voldemort's wand, so Sirius runs free now I hope?

She nodded: "We are getting him out right now, I had to show them to prove it was Pettigrew that betrayed your parents. And Black did not get a trial at all." I said: "Do your best to protect him Madam Bones, I looked it up, if Sirius dies, a Draco Malfoy will get it and it seems daddy Malfoy is an imperioused death eater and did your Minister get an Order of Merlin third class for arresting Black? What happens if he has to return it?" Dammed, I'm rushing it again.

I gave my statements and left.

Xxxxx

Having Elves rocked! No cooking, washing dishes, laundry, if you asked it they would spoon-feed you. I told them we had a dinner party tomorrow night and they take care of everything I fell back to my routine, meditation, exercising, magic control, popping over to Duddi, getting the crap beaten out of me by Duddi, popping back home. I brushed up on wizarding customs with my ancestor's paintings to prepare for tonight's dinner.