Harry Potter and the Power of the Millennia

Chapter three

Harry collapsed into an actual bed for the first time since he was at Hogwarts. It felt like heaven. His hair was still slightly wet from his first shower in three days and his stomach was full of the best food he'd had since last summer at the Burrow.

With nothing but happy thoughts in mind, Harry dropped off to sleep.

Meanwhile, Remus was very busy.

"So you are positive nobody could leave the UK on broom without you knowing?" Remus asked his good friend David Dillies, new Head of the Department of Illegal Magical Transportation.

"Absolutely." David replied, quite sure of himself.

"Even if they were wearing an Invisibility cloak?" Remus pressed.

"Yes. Our sensors work on the same principle as magical eyes, and can see through just about anything." David answered patiently.

Remus sipped at his water glass. "Just about anything? What are the exceptions?"

"Well we still haven't figured out how to get the cameras to see through Metamorphmagus abilities or Animagus transformations. But the camera would still see them, just not in their original form." David explained.

"And there have been no breaches in the past week?" Remus continued. He needed a lead desperately.

David finished his bite of pie before replying. "We're nearing a record right now. No breaches in three weeks."

"What about illegal Apparation or Portkeys?" Remus wondered. "I need a lead on this and anything you tell me will not come back to haunt you. I swear not to tell a soul."

"I'm not holding back old friend. The last illegal Apparation ended up in a splinching and that was over a week ago. As for Portkeys we haven't had one in months. I'm sorry Remus, but there's nothing I haven't told you. They must have left in another way."

"I… Thanks David." Remus stood up and placed a few Galleons on the table. "I'll see you around."

"Goodbye Remus." David replied.

Remus sighed. 'At least the fate of the Wizarding World lies in capable hands.' he thought.

Harry awoke in his bed feeling quite rested. It was 6PM. Almost 12 hours since Amanda Lovegood welcomed him into her home. Harry knew she'd be going to work soon and he wanted to get back to the library.

Harry was almost to the door of the tiny room when he was interrupted by the tap tap tap of an owl pecking at the window. Harry turned and saw an official looking brown owl. Harry opened the window so the bird could enter.

The bird was carrying a large package that looked quite heavy. Attached was a pair of letters. Both were addressed to him. Harry opened the first.

Harry Potter

You are invited to the official will reading of Albus P.W.B. Dumbledore. This ceremony will take place on July 7th at 3:15 PM on the Hogwarts lawn. You are not required to attend and as per the last will and testament, the first portion of your inheritance is contained in the box enclosed.

Officially,

Mortimer Rigger

Head of the Department of Deaths and Funerals.

Harry felt his heart clinch. He wanted to go to the will reading, but knew that he could not. It was bait to bring him back and he knew it. There was a reason it was being held at Hogwarts. Anti-Apparation wards.

'No. I can't go. Sorry Albus.' Harry thought.

Harry gulped and opened his next letter.

Dear Mr. Harry Potter,

It has come to our attention that you will come of age in few short weeks. Thusly we have decided that it is time you received your magical inheritance. On August first at 12:01 am you will receive your Inheritance.

As you may or may not know, a Magical inheritance passes the magical powers from generation to generation. When your parents died, they agreed to pass their powers on to you instead of dividing them out amongst the rest of their family.

Furthermore, as the last surviving Potter, you will receive full access to all magical power, wealth, property and titles maintained by the Potter line.

And lastly, you have been selected by the last member of the Dumbledore line to become the prime power beneficiary.

We do not measure how much magical power is sent away to us, we only store it and release it. However it is clear that you will receive a lot of it. I suggest you remain sitting at the time of your inheritance and take a few numbing potions.

Again,

Mortimer Rigger

Head of the Department of Death and Funerals.

Harry set the second letter aside and opened the box. Harry nearly fainted at what he saw. Dumbledore had left him his Pensieve, with memories carefully enclosed in tiny crystal bottles.

Harry felt a single tear flow down his face. There was a handwritten note from Dumbledore here.

Harry-

I know I could not leave you alone to fight Lord Voldemort. I decided to send you all my memories that pertain or even remotely pertain to him or his servants, or the Order. May they serve you well.

Now, and forevermore,

Albus Percival Wulfuric Brian Dumbledore

Harry slowly started pulling the tops of the bottles off and pouring them into the Pensieve. He had a lot to learn.

Elsewhere Remus was brooding.

'How in the hell can he vanish like that?' Remus asked himself. Remus was standing on a street corner. He raised his wand casually and heard the loud bang that the Knight bus always brought.

"Hello Henry. Same stop as always." Remus told the man.

"Right-o!" Henry called.

Remus hopped onto the bus and sat down.

'How could Harry have gotten out of the country without anyone seeming to know?' Remus thought. 'Wait a second…'

"Henry? About three or four days ago, did a curious young man around the age of seventeen get on the bus?"

"Yeah, now tha' you mention it." Henry replied.

"Where did he get off?" Remus demanded.

"Cool yer jets mate. 'E got off in Munich."

"Munich? Take me to the Library of Ecnegilletni right now!" Remus handed him a fist full of gold.

"You 'eard the man Ern. GO!" Henry shouted.

With a Bang, they were off, and Remus had the first smile he had in days.