A few years quickly passed by as I got lost in the small world, I had created for myself in Potter Manor. I was now 8 years old and my wandless magic was probably on the same level of a 2nd year student. I could do all the spells that a first and second year should be able to do and more. The Potter Manor was a gold mine of knowledge that helped me improve my control of wandless magic and also gave me ideas of new ways to implement my magic. I was happy with the progress I had made so far so I decided to reward myself by buying a broom.

I was going to start my flying lessons by myself, something I was very excited about. I was always enamored with the idea of flying in my old life. I had gone sky-diving, bungee jumping and ziplining in my quest to feel as close to flying as possible. I could have sent the elves to buy the broom for me but I decided to make the trip myself, to get some experience moving about this world. I made sure to cover the infamous scar with some make-up so that nobody would recognize me.

I had the elves drop me off in a hidden alley and told them to be ready for my call just to be safe. I had no idea if Dumbledore ever found out that I left the Dursley house but if he did, I wanted to make sure I had a way out if anybody recognized me at Diagon Alley. I walked out of the alley with confidence and made sure to seem like I knew where I was going. I could feel the eyes of some of the adults on me but as I walked with purpose and confidence, they all left me alone, probably thinking my parents were close by and I was given permission to walk about alone. My first stop was Gringotts, I had the elves use any money that was still at the manor to pay for anything throughout the years, thankfully Lily and James had left quite a bit in the manor for emergencies. But now that I was here, I wanted to get control of my vault back in my hands.

As I entered the bank, I was being watched by every goblin I passed by, I guess goblins were more attentive to the young than adult wizards.

As I reached the counter, the goblin that was manning it asked me in a curt and dismissive tone "What can I help you with, child?"

"I would like to get a new key for my vault," I answered him respectfuly.

"Hmm, and what happened to your old key, did you lose it? Maybe your parents should be more careful with giving you responsibilities you are not ready for?" He rattled on his unasked-for opinions, I let him go on because I didn't want him to send me away.

"Actually, my parents are dead, and my guardian doesn't remember where he placed my key so he sent me to get a new one while he shops for other things." I gave him the simple explanation I had thought of. He gave me a once over and then rang a bell on his desk. A goblin walked out from the back.

"Take this child to get a new key and make sure to cut the fee for the replacement key just this once" He intructed the other elf and then turned to me and said, "And child you should know once you get a new key, the old one will be invalid. Even if you find the old one, it will be useless." I let out a small smile that went unnoticed by either of the goblins.

"Follow me!" the second goblin said forcefully, I could tell he was unhappy with being given this task, babysitting a child was probably way beneath him. It actually worked out very well for me that the goblin who was assigned to help me was so irritable. He wasn't really paying attention to the actual process so he never realized that he had created a new key for "the Harry Potter". To make the new key, I had to drop a bit of my blood onto a parchment that glowed as soon as my blood fell on it. As soon as some information started appearing on the parchment, the goblin started waving his hand and in the next second a key appeared on top of the parchment.

He never bothered to look at the information that appeared on the parchment, he just cared that the magic of the parchment was able to pull up a vault based on my blood. Once he handed me the key, he burned the parchment and then shooed me out. I didn't need to withdraw any money right now so I left the bank right after but I made sure to give a respectful bow to the goblin at the counter. I wanted to maintain as much of a positive relationship with the goblins as possible. Considering that goblins had the monopoly of money in the Britain magical world, I was not going to do something stupid like break into Gringotts.

After I left Gringotts, I visited the broom store and immediately saw the Nimbus 1000 for sale on the front display. I made the quick decision to buy it based on how great the Nimbus 2000 was shown to be in canon. Thankfully the store was very busy so I was able to buy the broom myself without any issues. I then went to Flourish and Blotts to get some new books, I still had plenty to read through at the Potter Manor library but it never hurt having more books. I then went back to the same alley I was dropped of in and called one of the elves to take me back home.

Over the past few years that I had lived with the elves, I always acted mature and disciplined so it must have been a shock for them to see me behave like the 8-year-old I was when we got home. I was so giddy to start flying that I'm sure I had the elves worried for my mental stability. Paying their worries no attention I took my newly bought broom out to the open space behind the manor. It was vast field that had been warded to keep prying eyes away giving me complete freedom to go crazy.

I remembered the instructions from the books and the movies on flying and tried to implement them. Just as with the Harry Potter I read about; the broom shot straight to my arm when I called for it from the ground. I then mounted the broom and thought about gently floating up. I executed the move perfectly, and came back down. I had to calm myself so I didn't end up injuring myself in excitement. I spent the entire day and the rest of the week on the broom. My studying had taken a break for that week as I practised mastering my ability to fly on the broom.

Remembering the many numbers of times Harry was taken off his broom, I also made sure to practise sticking charms so I wouldn't fall of the broom, while also practising calling the broom to me with my magicfrom wherever I am, whether on the ground or in the air. It was a wandless form of the accio spell. The elves had a heart attack when I first suggested my idea, they tried to convince me out of it but I was too bull headed for that. I had the elves wait nearby for emergency sake but I never needed them, my magic had my back. I would fly straight up high into the air and then jump off the broom. And then as I fell, I would call upon the broom to come to my rescue. I did have one close call when Tipsy almost had to step in but I was able to manage in the end.

After the one week I set aside just for flying I got back into my studying with renewed vigor. One thing I realized through the repeated falling exercise was that the more trust I had in my magic, the better it responded to me as well. I had noticed a significant improvement in my control and the strength of my magic after the week of flying. I could confidently say that if my control before was that of a 2nd year student, then after the week my control had improved to that of a 3rd year student. Eventually I got set into a new routine for myself, mornings were still for studying, afternoons now were interchanged with practical spell training aka wandless magic or practising flying. I added in exercising to be done right after either activity, I was a very fit and active person in my old life. I was for sure going to be the same here as well. I continued to keep the evenings for lounging purposes, I knew the importance of taking time out for yourself. Pretty soon just like the last time I set a routine for myself I let myself get lost in it, days turned to weeks, turned to months, turned to years.