Harry Potter and the Power of the Millennia

Chapter Two

Harry pored over countless tomes. Everything from Dark arts to biographies. Harry spent every waking hour with a book in hand. Harry fed himself from a tiny café inside the library and slept sitting up in one of the chairs spread out through the library. In the three days he had been there he had already developed a minor vocabulary in German. Thankfully the tomes all had translating charms on them making things much easier. Harry had read five gigantic tomes cover to cover in his short time there and was halfway through his sixth. So far there wasn't the slightest bit of helpful information. Sure Harry had learned a lot, but there wasn't anything involving Voldemort or Horcruxes.

Still despite his lack of success Harry did not give up. Harry couldn't actually go out and do anything until his seventeenth birthday. He just had to sit tight and get himself prepared for what he had to do.

The rise and fall of the dark arts only focused on the history of Dark wizards. It never told how they became dark or anything that would help him. To become an Auror was a more useful book, detailing stealth, tracking, curses, jinxes and the like. A scholar's guide to the darker side of magic was useless. It seemed to be whitewashed and had no mention of Horcruxes anywhere. The dark arts and how to protect yourself from them was a very useful book, that taught Harry some very useful tricks. Harry was starting to yearn for a re-match with Snape. The final book was called How they became dark. This book was the only mention of Voldemort he had seen yet, but didn't really have any information Harry didn't already know.

Harry had decided he couldn't take much more magical education and was now stumbling through "An idiot's guide to German." He figured it couldn't hurt.

Harry sipped from a large mug of coffee and turned the page. He was in the middle of the chapter titled "Verbs and how to conjugate them" when he was interrupted.

"I have never seen a child your age with such a thirst for knowledge." A lady in her late sixties or early seventies said from behind him. Harry was surprised at how much of the German he understood.

"I am sorry, but my German is weak." Harry replied, gesturing at the book.

The lady responded in English. "Not if you keep this pace up. What could be so important to you that you stop bathing?"

The woman had a lighthearted smile and a seemingly genuine good nature.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. I'll just say that I got a "T" in Defense against the Dark Arts and I want to be an Auror." Harry replied.

"Well you can never pass stealth and tracking if someone can smell you from fifty meters. You have been sleeping in the Library. Do you have no place to stay?"

Harry smiled and nodded.

"Well I am getting off for the day right now. I work the night shift. I could take you to my house? I'd be doing us all a favor if you got a shower."

"I… umm. Okay. I can cook and clean in return for a shower every few days." Harry offered.

"Don't be silly. My granddaughter does those trivial things. I think the lack of smell is payment enough. Oh, by the way, My name is Amanda Lovegood."

Harry's eyes widened. "Any relation to Luna Lovegood?"

"I see you know my granddaughter then!" She beamed. "She will be so excited."

Harry caved in. If Luna saw him she'd see through any fake name he gave. "My name is Harry. Harry Potter."

The lady barely even did a double take.

"Well come along Harry. Luna's told me all about you and would be happy to see you." Amanda Lovegood said beaming.

"I'm sure." Harry replied, sincerely hoping that word of his hideout wouldn't reach back to England.

Meanwhile, a full size Order of the Phoenix meeting had convened at Grimmauld place. Currently, everything was chaotic.

"Has anyone seen any sign of Harry Potter?" Kingsley Shacklebolt demanded.

"Not hide nor hair!" Tonks snapped. She looked as if she hadn't slept in days.

"He'd make a might good Auror. Vanished without a trace." Mad-eye growled.

Molly Weasley just sobbed a couple of times.

"Has anyone asked his friends?" Kingsley asked.

"I did." Remus Lupin announced. "They told me Harry was planning on taking them with him and going on a quest to destroy Voldemort. Only Harry gave them the slip and set out on his own. They haven't a clue where he has gone."

Remus sat down. The only sounds were Mrs. Weasley's sobs and sniffles.

"I'll keep an eye on the Misuse of Magic Department. He isn't of age yet. I will let you all know if I see something." Kingsley said, drooping slightly. The meeting disbanded slowly.

"Where do you think he's gone Remus?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"I haven't a clue. But I don't think he's actually run away. Knowing Harry, he's looking for some way to defeat Voldemort. I do however suspect he is still in England. He's never left the country. He's never had to subsist on his own. He'll turn up soon enough." Remus said. He was, of course, lying through his teeth. Remus suspected Harry would be as far from England as humanly possible. Harry wasn't one to ask for help from others. Remus just hoped to find him, and give him a bit of help from the shadows. Then at least, he could watch Harry's back.

So without telling the Order any of his plans, Remus left the country that night, hoping to find some clue as to the whereabouts of one Harry James Potter.