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Chapter 2
A Different Half-Term
9:30AM Monday 4th July
The first week of half term was going well. The Dursley reaction to his permission slipped had never failed to bring a smile to his face but seeing it again for real was golden. His chores had been reduced to what was typically expected of a 14 year old and he was given more freedom to get out of the house, given that he'd done a good amount. But the next day bought a major boon while reading in his local library.
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The new skill gave a basic description of an item he used the skill on. It was also one of the first skills to come with a level. By the end of the day and continuously using his new skill, he had raised it to lv2. While it hadn't changed anything about when analysing an item, but he had noticed something above people's head, what he'd discovered was an octahedron, filled with a different shade of colour, for most people was a white to a light pink colour. But occasionally he'd see someone with a red colour.
Being magic it required the person to physically be visible to Harry and within a 10m distance. Using an image or someone on the TV didn't produce anything but it had made the picture go slightly static. One slight side effect of it seemed to be that Harry's near sightedness seemed to be lessening. His glasses now just an option to wear, but it felt right to wear them, somehow it completed the image.
"Mr Potter" Harry was awakened from his thoughts by the call of the Gringotts runner. "Come with me, Nagnok will see you now". Harry rose giving the runner a polite nod before following him through the door of Gringotts main hall, his new robes bellowing as he moved. This was another new addition because of the wardrobe function and its purchasable sets in the store harry was now wearing a set of robes called 'Robes of House Potter' that consisted of a open Cloak with comfortable suit beneath, Adorned on his Cloak and jacket was the potter crest, something he had never been shown before but the goblins took one look of the emblem and told him to take a seat.
In no time at all he was ushered into an office and told to take a seat. This was something Vernon had told Dudley about, a fine manager would make their client wait in a room, if they had no agenda it would calm them, but if they were in trouble or guilty of something it would make them sweat and get nervous. Harry took the moment to glance around the room using his analysis skill.
'Nagnok's Axe'
Goblin Made
+4 Strength
'Goblin Pen'
Goblin Made
Never runs out of ink
'Blood Quill'
Wizard Made
Uses the Users blood to write.
Several Goblin and wizard made items later and the door to the side opened letting in a Goblin. Harry stood from his chair giving a slight bow keeping eye contact. The Goblin gave a smile or at least what seemed like a smile. "Greetings Mr Potter, I am Head teller Nagnok, may your foes fall to your wand". "Well met Head Teller Nagnok, may the blood of your enemies wet your blade". "Good, you have been taught some respect, for someone so new to this world".
'If only he knew'. "Now to business, you have been called in with regards to an item being held in our banks, an item that breaches section 17. While I won't ask how you even know the specifics of what the item contains, what does concern us is the matter of how you found out the item was in our bank to begin with". Nagnok said, looking Harry straight in the eye.
Harry kept eye contact, "I have seen the item, images of the future. I've seen the cup held in a vault, number 720 guarded by a dragon, specifically a Ukrainian Ironbelly. What happens to the vessel matters little to me but the soul piece attached needs to be destroyed". "And how do you know that this item contains such a thing?" Nagnok said, still staring at harry.
Harry remained undeterred "because I've already encountered a number of these pieces. One was a diary of a young Voldemort used to possess an innocent girl, but that one has since been purged. And the last one I took care of took some doing" Harry said tilting his head, causing the lock of hair covering his scar to shift. A look of disbelief overcame Nagnok before it shifted to something like pity. "And how was that one 'taken care of'", inquired Nagnok unsure if he wanted to know. Harry's face darkened, fringe now covering his scar but keeping eye contact. He said softly "The only way I could".
The message left unsaid, a living horcrux wasn't unheard of but would leave only one way to solve, the vessel had to be destroyed. Seeing the haunted look in the young wizard's eyes, Nagnok's expression turned to one of respect. "Then you will be pleased to hear that the item specified is indeed as you described. The soul piece has been removed from the relic and will shortly be disposed of. In fact the Wizarding History Society have been petitioning for its return since it went missing some 50 years ago and have put a Reward for its return. Additionally the Vault it was found in, owned by the Lestrange couple has been issued a penalty for holding such an item to the amount of 600,000 galleons about 75% of the vaults material worth as recompense".
Harry let out a sigh of relief when told that not only was the soul fragment destroyed but that the cup had been spared destruction. The penalty to the Lestrange's mattered little to Harry; the main Lestrange vault dwarfed theirs. But the reward for the cup did give harry pause.
"Thank you for letting me know, the knowledge that another part will be dealt with is a relief. In regards to the reward for the cup, Gringotts can keep the reward, I was merely passing on the message and would rather it not be known that I was the informant. However I would like to ask Gringotts that is another object that houses a soul piece that is of value, if they would be willing to Cleanse the item for me. The only method I have would result in the item no longer being of worth." "Of course, we would be happy to help with cleansing such an item for a small fee of course".
"The fees will be a small price to be rid of him once and for all". "Spoken like a proper wizard Mr Potter, if only some of your kind had shared your ruthlessness some of your wars would have been brought to quicker conclusions". "Thank you Nagnok, I will be sure not to disappoint''. "Be sure you don't. Now, our main business has concluded, while I have you is there anything else Gringotts can help you with today?. Nagnok said with the Goblin business face back in place.
Harry relaxed now the serious business had ended. "Yes, I'm looking to open another account with Gringotts for the purpose of investment," Harry said, pulling out a bag of galleons from under his Cloak which actually came from his gamer Currency skill, placing the bag gently in the centre of the table. The Goblin had barely placed his hand before staring straight at Harry, the Goblin's innate magic able to calculate the sum of money contained within any container. " You are aware this bag contains 15,000 galleons, correct". Harry grinned, " I did say I wasn't worried about any fees, the cost for opening such a vault can be taken from the deposit ".
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The next hour consisted of paperwork for setting up a new account and a brief overview of which companies Harry intended to invest in, using his knowledge of some of the companies that had grown over the next few years including the firebolt brand. Gringotts as it turned out also had a hand in the muggle world, Harry had suggested putting some investment in companies Hermione had mentioned years from now, such as dell, Costco and a recently established company called amazon.
The last thing Harry had asked about was the possibility of renting or buying a house. Nagnok said it would be easier to buy a house. Renting is not really being done in the magical world due to residual magic that would be left in the a building, once a building falls under wizard ownership it stays that way.
A portfolio of possible places would be prepared and sent to Harry to review for a viewing sometime next week. For an extra fee Gringotts would be able to put the request under a pseudonym, something that was readily done for celebrities in the magical world, because all documents would be signed with a blood Quill the documents knew who had signed it , recognising by magic rather than name.
Business complete Harry was escorted back to the main lobby by Nagnok, "Thank you for your time head teller Nagnok, may our business be profitable". "And may we both profit above all". Replied Nagnok." Remember any other relics you happen to find, Gringotts will be ready to make usable", the goblin said cryptically now they were back in public. "You'll be the first I come to". Harry gave a slight bow as the head teller returned it with a nod before turning to head back down the hallway they had just come from. Goblin now out of sight Harry made for the exit stepping out into Diagon Alley to heavy rain. With a whisper to his friend Harry Potter disappeared with a flash of lightning.
/:EITS:\
Back in his office, Head Teller Nagnok turned towards the magical artefact on his desk. It was an artefact the goblins had produced, a seemingly ordinarily looking bell, a bell that could only be heard by a Goblin. The device was a lie detector, ringing only when the person told a lie. The curious thing was that throughout his entire interaction with Harry Potter the bell hadn't sounded once.
Even the most honest of people that came to this office would lie once, usually something of little consequence, maybe to brag slightly in front of their companions or family. Yet the young Potter hadn't lied, even keeping eye contact when making statements even Dumbledore would blink at. A knock broke him out of his thoughts. "Enter" he called, In walked the goblin in charge of overseeing the removal and cleansing of the artefact the young potter had informed them of. "I see your meeting with Potter has come to an end, so what's the verdict".
"He wishes the relic be handed to the Wizarding History Society, even allowing Gringotts to claim the reward in exchange for keeping his name out of it". "And here I thought the humans lavished attention". It appears this one is different, till now he has hardly been involved in the wizards media. In fact the criteria for possible properties were mostly in the middle of nowhere, like he didn't want to be found. Whatever the case he is sure to bring profit to our bank. Before long he may even earn one of our VIP vaults".
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Later that day Harry sat on his bed as the sun had begun to set. Hedwig was out delivering letters across the country. Nothing was planned for the week but there were still things to prepare. A few letters sat on his desk awaiting the right time. What was troubling him was the item sitting in his 7th storage slot. Before him a small jewellery box appeared on a burst of blue pixels. Opening it he looked upon its content
'Ravenclaw's Diadem (Cursed)'
Created by 'Rowena Ravenclaw'
Contains Soul Piece of 'Tom Riddle'
+ 20 Intelligence
Compulsion Charm
"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure." He said, reading the side of the relic. He could feel the compulsion charm trying to make him put it on. Shaking it off with a shake of his head and a mental command.
You have successfully added 'Diadem Box' to your storage (Item Slot 7) 10% filled
"Just how long should I wait before I can use the knowledge you possess? I need to know what I'm doing is the right thing, not what is easy. Since when is it ever easy". The old radio in the corner of his room changed to a song Harry recognised "I don't want to set the world on fire.."
/:EITS:\
8.58AM Tuesday 12th July 1994
After a week of contemplation and recharging. The Goblins had contacted him regarding a viewing of a selection of properties that fit Harry's criteria. Once Harry had sent a confirmation, a Portkey was promptly sent to him, suggesting he find an area where it could be used safely and would activate Tuesday at 9 o'clock. In other words, less than 2 minutes from now. Once again adorning the house Potter robes minus the bulky open Cloak he had worn last time, he prepared for the trip watching the time icon in his upper vision. 3...2...1 and there was the familiar pull on his navel. He was spirited away.
When the spinning stopped Harry made a better landing than he had the first time he'd used a portkey, when you were used to apparating and elf popping portrays became a lot easier, although he wasn't sure it made much difference for Flooing. "Once again you manage to impress Mr Potter", called Nagnok. Harry turned towards the goblin, "May your accounts overflow with profit, head teller Nagnok". "And may our own profit benefit you, Mr Potter. May I introduce Estate Agent Molskkin, she is the Head of our estate department".
Until now Harry had yet to meet a female goblin. This one seemed more human than their male counterparts but still retained most of the typical goblin features. "A pleasure Mr Potter, I had wondered if I would ever meet this country's local hero, but I had thought it would be after Hogwarts". Harry looked abash at that, not many of his year mates could afford to be buying a house at his age. "Yeah well, I thought I'd rather buy it sooner rather than later. Although it's more of a summer retreat for now". "Now that the introductions are out of the way, I shall leave you in Molskkin's capable hands, and leave you to it". Nagnok gave both harry and Molskkin a polite nod which was returned before saying something holding a bracelet before he was gone. " Well shall we" Molskkin said turning towards their first property viewing.
By 5 o'clock they had come to their last stop, a nicely sized cottage with a thatched roof, the land around it was full of life with around 10 acres of land surrounding it. In the distance you could see the Kingsbridge estuary flowing by. What sold it to harry was the small forest that spanned of the back of the property. The border around the property was also lined with high hedging, according to Molskkin the previous owner was a rather private person which suited harry just fine.
Inside, the layout was very homely with none of what Harry would see in private drive, but rather old style appliances. The bedrooms were spacious yet simple. The biggest feature was the fireplace in the living room, which had a proper mantle piece and plenty of room for lots of furniture. The room was dotted with empty picture frames except one which illustrated a ship sailing in harsh winds. It was perfect. Molskkin could easily read the look on his face, "It seems you've reached a decision Mr Potter, would like to know the price of this property" at Harry's nod she continued.
"The house with its its property stands at about 42,200 galleons, additionally Gringotts can offer for an additional 6000 galleons, placing wards on and around the property, a full list of available wards can be found in this booklet" a booklet appeared in her hand which soon passed to harry. Warding doesn't have to be done immediately but it's preferable, saves having to do multiple sessions of paperwork. 48,200 galleons was pretty much all he had left. 'Could i exchange some of my storage, wait'.
"How much is basilisk venom going for at the moment" the random question catching Molskkin of guard, she took a few moments to ponder his question. "At the moment stock of basilisk venom is almost non existent. With breeding of the basilisk illegal in almost all civilised countries, the amount is almost selling by the drop rather than in large quantities often diluted to half or less" she finished her thought before looking at harry, "is there a reason you're asking". Harry reached into his Cloak before drawing a vial of the venom, approximately 75ml only 1% of his stored venom.
Holding the vial out to Molskkin only to see a look of shock on his estate agent's face. "Do you always walk around with the world's most potent venom?" she said, accepting the vial to inspect. "It doesn't hurt to be careful these days. I have a habit of coming across dangerous artefacts and this seems to be a sure way to destroy them". Molskkin played no attention to what Harry had said, her focus was entirely on the vial in her hand. "How...how did you get a hold of this, there's nothing this pure on the market. Where did you find such a specimen?". "In a secret chamber beneath Hogwarts. I'm happy to part with some of the venom I claimed. For a price" harry said giving what would certainly be a Goblin smile if he was one.
A smile Molskkin returned "Nagnok said you would be interesting, but i wasn't expecting this. How much of the venom do you possess". "Including that vial, 7.5 Litres, all the same quality". Almost immediately Molskkin made an offer "Gringotts would be happy to purchase all of your stock for 50,000 galleons". Harry turned pacing in thought before stopping with a question. "The cleansing ritual Nagnok did to the relic I warned him about. How much would the process cost to Cleanse another?"
"So it was you who warned Nagnok about the horcrux, interesting, but I can see where you're going with this. Gringotts will offer you this property with all the wards we can put up that are to your liking plus we'll have any one item you wish cleansed of the horcrux filth for you to keep." Both of them now wearing matching grins. "Deal" harry said holding out his hand. Pleasure doing business Mr Potter".
The deal struck, Harry was then taken to one of the Gringotts offices, much like the one Nagnok had. It took surprisingly little time to actually fill in the paperwork, the specification for the wards were fairly easy, just have them all, ticking almost every defensive ward on the list. Chances were the goblins would make a lot more out of the venom then what Harry was asking, but it mattered little.
When it came time for payment Harry requested a container for the venom. The part that amazed the Goblin workers sent to pick up the venom was how Harry gave them the venom. Receiving back the vial he had given Molskkin he walked over to the barrel holding the vial over the top and poured the liquid into the larger container. The part that seemed to get the goblins was that the vial didn't stop when it had emptied its small capacity but kept emptying the valuable liquid. Until as the liquid level reached the top the flow from the vial slowed to a stop. The barrel glowed alerting the goblins it had reached Capacity and Harry put the vial back beneath his jacket where unseen to the goblins it shattered into blue shards and then nothing.
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"That was some magic trick, was it some kind of expansion Spell". Harry gave a disarming smile. "Something like that, Is the payment acceptable". "Quite, now onto the last matter I believe they should be ready for us now" Molskkin announced as she stood gesturing for harry to follow. After what felt like a deep descent on the railcar. They stopped at a corridor leading even deeper. The strange thing was while it usually got warmer the deeper into Gringotts you went, this time it was getting colder.
"Wait here" called Molskkin as she entered the room they had stopped at. Five minutes later she emerged beckoning Harry inside. Within the room where a dozen goblins stood in a circle around a alter. One of the older looking goblins stepped forward, arms out. "The artefact, if you will". Harry once more reached into his jacket taking the box out of storage and then handed to the elder goblin. "Avoid touching the relic within, it has a pretty nasty compulsion on it". The Elder just smiled "Worry not young Fletching, I have been dealing with such magic for longer than you could know".
The Elder stood before the altar and opened the box revealing its content to all in the room. The Elder once more turning to him "You found it. This artefact hasn't been seen since the death of Helena Ravenclaw, how did you find it". "My school is filled with secrets you just need to know where to look" harry said cryptically, it seemed to settle the goblins some.
Harry thought that they would ask further. But it seemed goblins live by the old phrase 'time wasted is money lost'. Without delay the goblins began the cleansing process, the Diadem rose from the alter before spurting as if sick and then out came the soul, raging and screaming as it was suppressed and transferred into a simple tea cup resting on the floor. Process complete the goblins dispersed. The Elder once again heading for him tea cup in hand" would you like to do the honours Mr Potter". He said placing the teacup on the floor as Harry was handed a battle Axe.
Harry nodded both his acceptance and his thanks. Moving the Axe to a striking position, those who remained moved to a safe distance and the elders nod Harry swung striking the cup splitting it into pieces as the dark shadow he had seen many times at this point break out of the remnants. Once more the room filled with the screams of the apparition before it faded and ceased.
A single set of clapping filled the room, Harry looked to the elder, the one who was clapping. "Both a magnificent swing and standing in the face of pure dark magic, I had thought they didn't make them like they used to. Apparently I was wrong". "Thank you, elder goblin sir", Harry said, handing the Axe to one of the other goblins who had been holding his hands out for it. The elder noted before leaving the room with the rest.
The only ones remaining in the room were Harry and Moleskin who was holding the box containing the Diadem. "Not many Humans get the privilege to see this chamber Mr Potter let alone meet a Gringott. At Harry's confused look Moleskine explained. The Elder you just saw was Gringott the 3rd, grandson to our bank's founder. Should you ever see him again you should thank him for allowing you to take part in an ancient Goblin ritual". Harry nodded "I shall be sure to do so, though I had thought with all the goblin rebellion bin's likes to rant about, that the founder and his relatives had passed away". Molskkin handed the open box to Harry", While there is a Gringotts living there will always be a Gringotts bank.
Ravenclaw's Diadem (Cleansed)
Created by Rowena Ravenclaw
+ 20 Intelligence
+ 20 Accuracy
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13th July 1994
Barely a day latter harry had received another summons to Gringotts, he had gone in expecting the worst, only to be surprised to be taken to Molskkin's office, the Goblin who had shown him the properties. "Good morning, Mr Potter, I hope our last moment summons didn't bother you". It hadn't, Harry was no stranger to waking up early even during the summer months. "No problem at all Agent Molskkin, although I hope there isn't any trouble with the transaction". A look of confusion settled on her face only to change.
"Oh there's no trouble at all, in fact quite the opposite, my agents have informed me that the properties has all the wards in place and the deed has gone through the appropriate authorities all that's left is to tune you into the wards and handover the keys". Harry sat still. They had warded and completed everything in just over half a day, did goblins even sleep. "You should know Mr Potter that goblins are mostly nocturnal, only small amount of our kind like being in the light. Now, shall we schedule a time to tune you in" harry paused thinking over his schedule. "How soon can we get it done". Molskkin grinned " if you're feeling up to it we can get it done now" before he could stop himself "Yes... yes please, if we could" Molskkin gave a short chuckle amused at the young humans excitement. "Well no time like the present shall we".
An hour later, Harry was sitting on one of the sofas of his new property. Keys on the coffee table in front of him. The feeling of the wards asking for any changes or actions, almost like a child asking for permission to do something. The wards placed on the property covered almost everything short of an actual Fidelius, something that Gringotts weren't allowed by law to put up, though if Harry wanted to, he would have to alert his agent.
The window beside him shows a view over the local estuary flowing gently. It was an otherwise peaceful scene. Except for the window in his vision.
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/:EITS:\
16th July 1994
It was a risk coming here. He had no clue as to the ownership of this building but it stood before him dark and imposing. The centuries of dark magic wafting off it. Steeling his resolve Harry stepped forward coming up to the door using the big brass knocker. A few seconds passed before the door creaked open. Grey eyes met green, before the grey eyes widened in surprise. "Harry" Sirius whisper-shouted, reaching out for Harry, pulling him into the town house. "What are you doing here, how did you find this place". Asked Sirius as he embraced his godson.
"Good to see you too, Sirius, and to answer your earlier question, well.." Both turned around to a flutter of wings, a familiar owl perched on the railing. "Hedwig showed me, I just followed". While not entirely true. Harry knew where Grimmauld Place was but he didn't know who had control of it. For all he knew it was under one of the less friendly black relations. Even the few stories Sirius spoke of his father gave Harry Goosebumps.
A loud knock interrupted their reunion. Sirius on guard, let it be said that Azkaban didn't dull his abilities moving swiftly through to the hallway, moving to see through the peephole on the door. Identifying the would be guest he turned to harry. "Harry is there any particular reason Remus is standing at my front door". "I invites him, once I had confirmed your whereabout, I had a friend bring Remus to the nearby park". Sirius starred at harry and harry stared back.
Sirius released a breath. "Perhaps you should open the door, it was risky enough when I showed my face before". "Sure" and Harry proceeded to open the door " Hey professor, come on in". Before Remus entered however he asked a familiar question. "Harry, what creature sat in my office the first day you came to my office" without hesitation harry answered "Grindylow".
Turning to Sirius just visible in the hallway he asked "what did the marauders tape to the bottom of Snape's robes in 3rd year". "That takes me back we attached a disillusioned bottle of troll pheromones, he didn't attract any though, but still smelled as bad as one" a look of relief came across the hazard professors face before he entered embracing both harry and Sirius. It was a tender moment for the three although to the two gentlemen they didn't know how much it meant for harry to see the both of them again.
It was a wonderful moment that was quickly ruined by one of the silencing Spells failing. "FILTHY HALF BREEDS!. MORE DISGUSTING CREATURES YOU'VE BROUGHT INTO THE HOUSE OF BLACK. IF THE BLACKS OF OLD COULD SEE WHAT YOU'VE DRAGGED INTO THIS HOUSE, I SHOULD'VE DROWNED YO" Before the painting could go much further Sirius fired another silencing Spell at the painting muting the screech. The painting despite being silence could still be seen ranting and shouting expletives at them to no effect. "I don't know about you but I'd rather not get another point blank screech attack, shall we make ourselves comfortable". Suggested harry. "Right, this way the kitchen is probably the only room fairly clean at the moment, just this way".
The trio made their way to the kitchen with its massive kitchen table in the middle. In the corner a house elf paused mid sweep leering at the new arrivals. " Disappointment is back and now not only does the failure bring half bloods into the great house of black. The disappointment brings more beasts inside. Next will be mudbloods and muggle filth. Perhaps the disappointment would like toilet water today". "Creature enough!. Go sweep upstairs!" Shouted Sirius. Without waiting Kreacher disappeared with a pop.
Before they had sat down a picnic basket appeared on the table, a Butterbeer appearing by where each was preparing to sit. "Who was that, Kreacher would never do this". Sirius cautiously approached the basket. "Don't worry Sirius, that was just my friend. Thanks Dobby," Harry said, knowing Dobby would hear him. Feeling no more apprehension, Sirius looked into the basket and his face lit up at the content. Within seconds a spread of food was put upon the table, scotch eggs, pork pies and a variety of sandwiches to name a few. After all had had a taste of the food Remus decided to get to it. "As much as I am glad to see you, would you explain why you brought me here Harry". "Oh" Harry said, swallowing the remainder of his pie.
"Two things really, firstly I was hoping I could get a copy of your memories of the events in the shrieking shack if I could". Remus' expression dropped. "To what end Harry, fudge is unlikely to change his mind. You saw how much he wanted Sirius gone, he didn't listen to you before, what makes you think he'll listen now". Harry gave a chuckle. "Because this time I'm going to the bigger fish, not some hack puppet politician". "Are you sure about this harry, what if it doesn't work". "It will work, Sirius" Harry said, holding eye contact with Sirius. Sirius broke contact first releasing a sigh.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try," Sirius said resignedly, bringing his wand to his temple to extract the slither of memory. " Which 'Big Fish' do you intend to take this to Harry?" asked Remus sceptically. "You let me worry about that Remus," Harry said confidently. Memory extracted, Sirius handed the memory to Harry to contain it in a vial, Remus then repeated the process. "My memory can only go up to my transformation, anything after is...". "That should be fine Remus. Now just sign this and we should be done" .Harry held out two small lengths of parchment claiming that the memories they had submitted were authentic and truthful and no tampering had been done knowingly.
Both adults signed the parchment, reacting slightly when they felt a stab of pain when signing. "Harry, where did you get hold of a blood quill". Looking at Harry with a slight look of horror. "I made some business partners over the holidays and they were agreeable enough to let me borrow one," Harry said as if explaining he had asked a friend to borrow a galleon.
The adults in the room knew the ministry, not even Arthur would give a school kid a blood Quill, even harry, so that left the goblins, but what could Harry have done to get on their good side, If they had one. Letting this matter lie for now they went back to the food before Remus asked Sirius, "So Sirius, where do you intend to stay, I recall you cursing this place whenever it was mentioned do you think you can stay or are you going to keep moving" before Sirius could think of a response harry interrupted.
"Actually I have a proposal for both of you. Would you like to stay at my place?" At Sirius and Remus' dumbfounded looks harry chuckled. "Don't worry I don't mean staying at the Dursley's, I have somewhere else in mind, so would you like to see it?". Sirius and Remus shared a look, clearly sceptical of the offer, after a few seconds. Remus turned to Harry, " Do you think Sirius and I could talk in private a sec harry we won't take long". Harry gave Remus a smile "sure" before standing up snatching one of the remaining mini pork pies walking out of the kitchen towards the lounge and taking a seat in one of the high wingback chairs. The painting visible in the hallway glaring at him with unconcealed rage.
Harry smiled before a small pop sounded next to him. "Hey Dobby, take a seat, did you find it?" Dobby looked excited at both a successful find and at the offer of sitting beside Harry, "Yes Harry sir. It was exactly where yous said. And dobby's be leaving copy locket in its place". Dobby reported handing a box to Harry, the same box that had held the Diadem for a time. "Good work, Dobby, I knew I could trust you with this." Harry genuinely felt this. Dobby was about the only one who had never betrayed Harry in some way, even his friendship with Ron and Hermione had its ups and downs.
A soft pop alerted Harry to Sirius and Remus exiting the kitchen and Dobby's subsequent departure. "Sorry for sending you out, Harry. Remus and I had some things that needed talking about" apologised Sirius. "It's fine, I would have you checked over if you'd agreed on the spot", Harry said cheekily. "Would it be possible to visit your property before coming to a decision, it's risky staying in the country. Sirius had planned to visit one of the black islands in the Mediterranean". "Sure, I mean living on your own tropical island does sound fun," Harry said. "But first read this'' Harry said, holding out a slip of paper reading 'Evan's Retreat cottage is in southern Devon, off the Kingsbridge estuary'.
Announcement.
Sirius Black has been added to the Fidelius.
Announcement.
Remus Lupin has been added to the Fidelius.
The two added to the Fidelius harry held out a loop of rope, giving an amused look to them. "Ready" at their nod they both grabbed onto the rope. "Shazam!," Harry exclaimed. The sudden hook into each if their novel spinning before the dreary sight of Grimmauld Place was replaced with the sight of fresh greenery. Both Sirius and Remus had stumbled on landing and took a second to regain their bearings. "Welcome to 'Evan's Retreat' Harry announced with a flourish. "Come on, I'll show you around".
An hour later they had finished the tour. Sirius was in near tears seeing the space, a vast contrast to how he was trapped in Grimmauld place. "The property lines runs around the property up to the tall hedges, and includes most of the small forest, you'll feel and see the boundary, there's a small cobbled wall along the edge". Harry was interrupted by a hug from Sirius. "Thank you harry, thank you" Sirius seemed ready to burst into tears. "What my fellow Marauder is trying to say is he would like to accept your offer". " glad to hear it, also the offer extends to you Remus, I hear there are plenty of vacant jobs in the area, they could use a strong man like yourself" Harry said remembering a conversation harry had with Remus in the future that the ministry had made it hard for him to find work.
With Remus' nod of acceptance, Harry walked over to a small bookshelf and removed a nondescript book opening it. "This is the ward log, the wards can only be altered by myself, but you can view any attempts to breach or other things the wards are monitoring, usually it's hikers or animal brushing up against the wards so nothing to major. And here take these" harry said holding out the portkey rope and the slip of paper holding the Fidelius secret. "But Harry don't you need this" Remus protested only to see an identical slip in Harry's other hand. "Well I'll let you two get settled in, I'll get in touch with Hagrid about Buckbeak's food habits. See ya later, Dobby" harry said before disappearing with a pop. A few seconds passed before Sirius turned to Remus, "How do hippogriffs react to portkey travel anyway". "I guess we'll have to find out".
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ICW Monthly
Investigation launched into the guilt of criminal Sirius Black
Parisian Prophet
Hero to Criminal, Criminal to Hero
Europe Mirror
APB made for Peter Pettigrew
This was chaos, absolute chaos. Reports and requests from the ICW to investigate into the matters of Sirius Blacks trial. Cornelius fudge was sweating hard, one of the ministry staff had just left after reporting that no trial script could be found. No paperwork, not even a folder. He hadn't even been called to see these so called memory's alleging to blacks innocence, apparently he was also wanted for questioning as he'd been in some of these memories. Preposterous. The thing that scared him most though was the daily prophets' silence about all this. Rita wasn't one for holding back. Perhaps they were fighting over who would write the article.
The door burst open with a coat of ghastly pink filling the doorway. "Have you seen this Cornelius, it's ridiculous." In her hand was a copy of the latest Daily Prophet article.
Search suspended for Sirius Black
New search started for Pettigrew
In a shocking turn of events the mass murderer Sirius black, may not be as guilty as we had once thought. New evidence possessed by the ICW sheds new light on the situation. Reportedly in the memory is a very alive Peter Pettigrew's confession to killing 13 muggles the night of November 1st and furthermore the betrayal of the potters that fateful night. While memories can be tampered with, the ones being examined by the ICW are from 5 different witnesses to the events. The ICW has announced that the memories are genuine and are currently the cornerstone for this case.
For further information about Sirius blacks case see page 5
For the history of...
Cornelius fell back into his chair that was starting to feel a bit damp. His mood worsened by Madam Bones standing in his still open doorway holding a warrant.
"Oh Fudge"
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18th July 1994
Harry's start to the day was going a little differently to Fudge's. He had taken the opportunity to sleep in and by 11 o'clock he had decided to get up, descending the stairs to the ground floor, the Dursleys long since breakfasted, harry could enjoy his breakfast in peace. Petunia and Dudley were in the lounge. Petunia knitted while Dudley was watching a game show on the television. Pouring some cereal only to stop by a knocking of the door.
"Dudykins, get the door would you" called Petunia to Dudley sitting 3ft away. "POTTER GET THE DOOR" demanded Dudley. With no one to pass the message onto, Harry stood up to answer the door. Only to freeze at the familiar faces standing there, what made him freeze wasn't the faces entirely but the coats they were wearing.
Standing on his door steps were Tonks, Dawlish and Madam Bones all in DMLE Auror robes. "Mr Potter I take it". Before he could stop himself he blurted out "Do you know any other living potters?" As Tonks held back a burst of laughter Harry held back the need to slam his face against the door for saying that to the Head of the DMLE. It left when the stoic madam bones cracked a smile.
"Very much like your father, always making jokes even to members of authority". Harry's feeling of horror shifted to a bout of happiness at finding another who could tell him more about his parents. "But we should get to the matter. Mr Potter you are being called into question with regards to the events of June 6th at Hogwarts and the Shrieking Shack. Do you have any questions?" Harry, without missing a beat, replied. "Do I have time to change, I'd rather not walk through the ministry in my PJs". At that, Dawlish looked confused " isn't that typical muggle wear for walking to town. Harry, Tonks and Madam Bones all gave Dawlish a look like he'd just announced that the sky was pink. Madam bones just sighed "5 minutes Mr Potter, then we'll be breaking out the cuffs.
4 mins 52 seconds later Harry descended the stairs in his partial school uniform minus his sweater and robe but with the addition of a burgundy hoodie he'd acquired. Figuring it was better not to turn up in just Dursley castoffs especially with the stat reducing effect it seemed to have. His wand tucked unto his belt, but shortly at their prompting handed to Tonks who put it in a case to be put in her coat.
Ready to roll they began walking to what harry figured was the local apparition and portkey point. It was at this point Harry realised the odd behaviour of the muggles around them. A muggle ward perhaps. It wasn't long before they arrived in a bushed off area where they stopped and Dawlish pulled out a tea towel. It was Tonks who spoke first "have you tried a portkey before harry" the familiar sense of informality he was used to from Tonks. "I've tried a few different modes of magical travel, Floo, Apparition, Phoenix, House Elf and Portkey travel. It's only the Floo I've had trouble with" said harry with a tone of annoyance towards the end. At the others looks harry just reached for the tea towel sniping the others and the portkey whisked them away.
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It had been a long hard interview. His every choice in the Black case. Rather than it being done by the UK's own investigators,, it was instead being carried out by the ICWs version of Interpol. They showed no recognition to his station as minister. Treating him like a commoner. He would have words when this mess was over with. He had been told to remain for further questioning, another memory had been included in the leak. A memory from the previous year, before black had even broke out of Azkaban.
While waiting he heard footsteps further down the hallway. Madam bones was approaching, causing fudge to sweat, what more could they want. But upon closer inspection he could see another following behind, one he recognised as Harry potter. Their eyes met, "Hey minister, are you being brought in too". He said cheerily an exact opposite feeling to fudges own dread.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you not to speak with the minister Mr Potter, just procedure". Said madam bones as they passed him. As Potter passed however fudge could see his features shift to a smug look as he passed. Fudge now understood, Potter must have been one of those who supplied the memories. Rage built but he couldn't try anything with magical Interpol agent positioned everywhere the closest watching him carefully. By now they had entered one of the interview rooms, but fudge still felt angry. But would he be able to do anything with this anger.
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The interview room was exactly like it was shown in films. completely painted white, one single table and four chairs two either side of the table. On one wall was a massive mirror presumably for other officers and scribes to view the interview. Harry failed to suppress the urge and gave a little wave towards the glass. 'Perhaps I should buy Elemental Sight, see if anyone is on the other side'.
Madam bones waited near the door, the box containing his wand in her crossed arms. "How's Susan?" Harry inquired, breaking the silence. "She's well, on holiday with some of her friends, a family friend has recently opened a water park and sent an invite to us. I wasn't aware Susan and yourself were all that close", Amelia inquired back.
"We aren't, although it was brought to my attention that I don't have a variety of friends". "There's no rush to make friends Harry, you've still got years ahead of you". 'Hopefully' thought harry. The door opening brings their conversation to a close. In walked a middle aged man dressed in a smart suit. "Ah Mr Potter, I'm Detective Inspector Jesse Moore, pleasure to meet you". "Likewise Inspector Moore", Replied Harry with a respectful nod and slight smile.
"I believe you've met Director Bones, while she is here in an official capacity Director Bones has offered to provide legal counsel to yourself should you ask for it". Harry thought for a second, touched that this woman he hadn't technically met yet, was willing to represent him. "Your offer is very much appreciated Madam Bones", Harry said looking at her, "However I would like to see how far I can defend myself for now, although I may need you if I put my foot in my mouth". Harry said with a chuckle. "Well shall we get started then". Inspector Moore said, tapping his wand against a crystal embedded device.
"Beginning interview with witness zero five, one Harry Potter in the matter of memory testimony, in the case of Sirius Black. Case number 4826. The date is 18th of July 1994, the time is 11:48 AM. With me in the room are witness harry potter and Amelia Bones, director of the DMLE UK branch. The interview will now begin. Can you confirm your full name and date of birth for me Mr potter"
"Harry James Potter, born 31st of July 1980". "Now can you describe for me the events leading up to your encounter with Sirius black and Peter Pettigrew, in as much detail as possible".
And so harry did, the closer his recollection to the events was to the submitted memory the more authentic they became. "The last time I saw Sirius Black that night was on the lake surrounded by dementors, I had been taken to the hospital wing afterwards. We were locked inside when black made his escape". Harry said face as still and impassive as he could. And you have had no contact with Sirius Black or Peter Pettigrew before the events of June 6th". "Pettigrew had been hiding as my friends rat for years. Not that anyone new of that fact. As for black, I believe over the course of that year we had several slight misses. The first was August 6th, I had just run away from my guardians place"
Harry froze at the slip, looking to the inspector "I'll make a note for later, continue". "Five minutes after I stopped by one of the local parks at the bus stop, I had planned to take a bus and try to get to London. While waiting a heard something moving in the bushes. It was dark so I couldn't quite see what it was but It looked like a massive black dog. The same form Sirius could change into. By that point I had drawn my wand, which summoned the Knight bus, I checked to see if he was still there but it had gone". Harry went on to describe the break in on Halloween and the sighting of the grim when he was flying his broom.
"Back to your earlier statement, why did you run away that night, if you don't mind explaining". The detective said, looking at harry. "That week we had Aunt Marge over, she's my Uncle Vernon's sister she usually stays with my relatives for a week during the summer. That night at dinner she insulted both of my parents claiming I had bad blood, relating my parents and I to dogs saying if there's something wrong with the bitch there's something wrong with the pup. She said my mother should have been killed before she had the chance to reproduce",
Harry said, the atmosphere heavy, harry looking at his hands which were on the table not daring to see the expressions of the others. "And then she started to expand, like a balloon, a minute later she had floated out of the conservatory and was floating 20 metres in the air. I knew it was my second offence and likely to have my wand snapped so I grabbed my stuff and ran".
Harry finally looked up, pity clear on the inspectors face, "Does your aunt marge usually say things like that to you". "No, she would make snide remarks but that's probably the worst". "Sorry to interrupt, inspector" called madam bones as she shuffled through the folder on the table, "There is no report of accidental magic caused by Mr Potter on that date".
"That may be because of fudge actually" both adults focusing of harry "after I took the Knight bus to the leaky cauldron, outside I was met by Minister Fudge. He said that aunt marge had been deflated and had her memories altered. Later he told me that the offence would be removed from my record, that the ministry didn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts". Both inspector and director exchanged looks at that. "Mr Potter, could I trouble you for a copy of that encounter with the minister". At Harry's agreement madam bones handed harry the box containing his wand. Holding his wand to his temple.
Harry extracted the memory he had asked for, once the memory was secure he handed his wand back to Madam Bones' care. What followed was 10 minutes of further questioning. Until they got to the dreaded question. "Mr Potter, since the events of June 6th have you since made contact with Sirius Black". "Yes, on the way back from Hogwarts I had received a letter from Sirius. Here, I have the letter with me".
Harry handed the inspector the letter. After reading the letter he asked harry, "And what did he enclose". Harry smiled, "A permission slip giving his permission as my godfather to visit Hogsmeade". "And you hadn't received permission to visit till now". Harry turned to the inspector, "After blowing his sister up, Uncle Vernon was unlikely to even sign it, I had asked my professors but they didn't have the authority, although I imagine they didn't want me where the crazed escaped convict could kill me". Harry finished with a chuckle.
"Interview concluded," the inspector said, tapping the crystal again. "Mr Potter thank you for your time, we will let you know if you are needed for further questioning, but you are otherwise free to go". Harry released the breath he was holding. "Thank you Detective Inspector Moore, I hope I was of help". "More than enough more Potter, though there is something I would like to ask of you" he said pulling a letter from his case file. "Given you are aware of the possible location of Sirius Black, I was hoping you could deliver this to him". "Can I ask what's inside" Harry asked. "An offer for an amnesty and asylum from the head council of the ICW until his case had passed through our courts. A portkey is included, but will only activate with the phrase given in the letter". Harry examined the letter triggering his analysis skill
'Letter of Amnesty'
Written by ICW Council member
Includes one verbal triggered Portkey
'Good so not a trick'. "I'll get it to him as soon as possible". Said Harry, accepting the letter. "Once again, thank you for your time, Mr Potter. We'll be in touch". With that statement Detective Inspector Jesse Moore left the room.
Side Quest Completed
'Survive the Interview'
Reward - 50 SP
Bonus Reward - 5,000 galleons
'Another successful mission'. "Very well handled Mr Potter, if I didn't know any better I would think you've been to one of these interviews before". Harry chuckled. He had, just not yet. "My aunt is a fan of crime dramas, you tend to see a few interviews like that every episode". As they exited the interview room harry met Remus coming the other way.
"Hey Professor Lupin, I hope your holidays going as good as mine has". Harry chimed. The British Auror looking a bit agitated standing beside Remus, whereas the ICW Agent looked the opposite, completely at ease. Harry turned to madam bones. "Why does that Auror look like he's ready to cuss or curse at any second". "Mr lupin was a bit harder to track, Auror Jenkins had tried several different residences, before returning to the ministry to find Mr lupin at the check In. Apparently he has been mid way between moving residence and was about to check in to a new residence".
Before harry could say anymore to Remus another agent popped their head out of the room calling Remus in. Harry gave Remus a wave before they continued down the hallway. Passing one of the door with a glass window, he could see an irate minister fudge yelling at the agents in the room. The next held a seething professor Snape. 'Huh, bonus'.
By the time they had returned to the ministry atrium it was just past 2 o'clock. Harry had been handed his wand back and asked if he needed escorting back home to Harry's polite decline. The rest of the day he had spent wandering around Diagon alley noting some of the improvements that had appeared since his investment in some of the shops along the main street.
By the time he had returned back to privet drive it was going on 5 o'clock. When he walked through the door it was to the disappointed face of uncle Vernon. "So we're not rid of you then". "Not just yet, just an interview with our kind's equivalent of Interpol, sorry to get your hopes up". Ascending the stairs and closing the door to his room, he called Dobby and was whisked away to Evans Retreat.
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The week that followed was fairly uneventful. After delivering the letter D.I. Jesse Moore had given him, Sirius had accepted the amnesty but as he didn't know how long he could be away for, Sirius had given Harry his birthday present early. A wand as it turned out, one that had belonged to his great Auntie. When Sirius had first been in Grimmauld place he had found a cabinet filled with old wands previously owned by members of the black family. The wand had been used by Dorea Black during her Hogwarts years and upon marrying Charles Potter, the wand had seemingly stopped working as effectively for her.
The wand had been placed in the cabinet and not been picked up since. It was one of the wands Sirius had tried, but it hadn't worked for him, but he had a sense that the wand was longing to be used. As such on the 24th of July, one week before Harry's 14th birthday Sirius had presented the wand to Harry telling him to give it a try. Holding the wand Harry felt the sense of desire to cast a Spell. Pointing towards one of the piles of wood he cast "Stupefy", the resulting Spell impacted the logs sending them spiralling away. Over his shock at how potent the wand was, Harry cast "Reparo" returning the messy pile of logs back to its original condition.
'Wand of Dorea Black'
Crafted by Garrick Ollivander
A wand in search of a descendant of its former Mistress
+ 20 Magic
+ 8 Accuracy
- Half casting time of destructive spells
"Thank you Sirius" said Harry as he embraced his godfather. "She was just as much a potter as she was a black. And you deserve to have memories of your family. If I get the chance I'll try and find some of her pictures in Grimmauld, there's bound to be a few hanging around. Shortly after Sirius activated the enclosed portkey.
The next day the ICW announced that Sirius black was in custody and undergoing extensive interviews, predominantly the so called murder of Peter Pettigrew and the events that had happened last month in Hogwarts. Pettigrew's status grew from person of interest to a wanted individual who was armed and dangerous. The fact that Pettigrew could transform into an animal was leaked and along with it a massive rise in the purchase of cats, kneazles in particular. Funnily, as an investor in half the shops in Diagon, Harry made a bit of profit because of it.
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Saturday 30th July 1994
The past week had been terrifying for Peter Pettigrew. Not only was he the gofer for a weakened Dark Lord but in a small amount of time he had become the most wanted man in Britain. His master had been fed for the evening, protected by his snake Nagini. Now he was searching for his own sustenance. They were currently staying in Riddle house, having recently moved in. It had been a week since the death of Bertha Jorkins, with the information they had got from her they arrived in Britain that morning, taking a portkey created by the dark Lord.
But when Wormtail had found a Daily Prophet in one of the more isolated magical communities. They were both shocked to see that Britain was on the lookout for Wormtail. 'Nothing...nothing...what's this' Peter thought in his rat form. A box lay on the floor of the alley a near full meal within. Looking around for who might of dropped it.
Seeing no one Peter scampered to the food before gorging himself on the feast. A full course roast. Beef, potatoes, carrots, everything he could hope for. His master wouldn't mind if he stayed to finish every bite. After so long without a decent meal, he didn't notice himself getting drowsy, or the world spinning as his rat form collapsed on the food.
Above the alleyway a ripple of fabric fluttered unseen. The peering green eyes watching the rat gorging itself before falling unconscious from the spiked meal. The draught of living death was a very potent Potion after all. "Dobby, Prepare our little friend down there. Make sure he's ready for his big debut" Dobby nodded with a smile as he popped away. "I've got an old enemy to see".
After a few minutes' walk through the quiet village of Little Hagleton, he arrived at the gates of Riddle House. He remembered the vision of Frank Bryce being murdered by the homunculus form of Voldemort. He had thought long and hard about this decision. Hermione told him that terrible things happen to people who mess with time. But what if that was only about events he knew would happen. What if he could change events completely, undoubtedly some events would still come to pass but what If he could eradicate this problem before it became one.
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+ 20 Accuracy
'Slytherin's Locket (Cleansed)
Created by Salazar Slytherin
+ 20 Luck
+ 50 Magic
Wand of Dorea Black
Crafted by Garrick Ollivander
+ 20 Magic
+ 8 Accuracy
- Half casting time of destructive spells
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Skills ready, he moved to position, standing some distance along the walkway to the Manor. Elemental Sight confirming the position of the small form of Voldemort wrapped in Nagini. A small fire barely burning. It had taken a lot of preparation for this moment, he had had Dobby watching over the Manor for Tom and Peter's arrival. It had cost him a lot of SP to get the skills he would be using, but the Quest Rewards supplanted a lot of it.
The bonus Objective for his 'Horcrux hunt' quest being that if the horcrux was destroyed but the relic was still usable, not only would he gain bonus SP, but for each he gained the use of a single Spell once without cost or experience. Two of which he planned to use tonight. The first was launched "Widen Magic - Protego Diabolica". The deadliest protective Spell, made famous by the Dark Lord Grindelwald. The Spell let out a trail of blue almost white fire which quickly encircled both Harry and the manor before him.
Elemental Sight alerting him to movement within the Manor, Harry moved to the next step. Triggering his skills Anti-Apparition Field to prevent escape followed by Maximise Magic, Modifier Connect and Double Magic, Harry cast his next spell. "Twin Maximise Magic - Expulso". Twin blasts of blue flew from Harry's wand and impacted opposite sides of the Manor.
The Manor had stood for centuries but now it was collapsing into a pile of rubble with walls collapsing upon each other. 30s seconds after the first blast the now burning roof had begun to collapse. Tom had nowhere to run. His 'Sight' showing his body struggling to escape, Nagini seemingly stuck between survival or saving her master.
Harry decided to make the choice for her. Walking back to the edge of the Cursed fire, he readied his last spell of the night. "I know this likely won't kill you Tom, but it's certainly going to hurt", before he could fire his watch started beeping, signalling the changing of the day. "How many people can say they used this Spell on their 14th Birthday. "Maximise Magic - Maledictio Daemoniorum Ignis". An eruption of fire erupted from Harry's wand, which felt like it was singing to the blaze of destruction it was summoning. The Cursed fire tore into the Manor. Its hunger to consume burning. Stone melting down to magma and within the screams of the devil's fire Harry could hear two more within.
Branch Quest Complete
'Destroy Horcrux Snake'
Reward 50 SP
New Perk Earned
'Merciless'
+ 10 Accuracy and + 10 Strength When performing violent acts.
Dismissing the prompt, Harry kept an eye on the blaze. Barely two minutes later a wraith form escaped from the Manor, much the way Voldemort escaped after Quirrell turned to dust. Of course he would survive but now he had lost his loyal follower, Trelawney's second Prophecy would remain unfulfilled a little while longer. With nothing left to kill in the Manor, Harry dispelled the fiendfyre leaving only a burning pile of rubble in its wake.
The protective flames surrounding soon followed, leaving scorched marks unlikely to ever grow anything again. Harry placed the relics and wand back in storage. Leaving him with just his trusty Cloak of Invisibility. He had done what he thought was right over what was easy. The easy option would have been to follow the same events changing minimum until he could surprise them with some super power he'd get in the store. Maybe some indestructible armour with a dragon inside or collecting all the hallows and becoming the master of death. No, he couldn't take that chance. He wouldn't let everyone die for him again just to follow some script.
He took the choice of what was right and now there was no turning back now. Choice made, Harry walked to the edge of the property where his Anti-Apparition wards ended. Taking one last look at the burning wreckage. He smiled, "Thanks for the birthday gift Tom".
He turned.
The Anti-Apparition Field fell.
He vanished.
"And that is why you are my Champion" The wind Whispered
New Perk Earned
'Deaths Champion'
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Harry sprinted around the corner of the burnt out building. He had been at this for hours, his friends had fallen, somehow the enemy had known their positions.
It started slowly. His friends falling one by one, even Ron and his strategic placements were stumped and then came the ambush Dean and Seamus had been taken out by a flash of green. Ron had ordered them to scatter Ron and Hermione going left while Neville ran to the right flank. Harry opted to fall back putting distance from their foes. The opposition cloaked in black. A silver mask underneath the hood. They stood no chance. From the beginning they were outmatched and outnumbered.
"Harry!" the call of Neville echoed. There he was, running between the trees amidst the fire of green. Neville spotted Harry but it was too late a shot of green flying past Harry's shoulder and hitting Neville in the face.
Quest Notification
Neville Deceased
Harry couldn't do anything, he was gone. He turned slowly, his only weapon in his hand raised in a show of surrender. Before him stood Hermione. Weapon aimed at Harry, ready to end him. "It was you, you were the turncoat, how could you do this?". "It was going to happen one way or another, I mean do you really think it could have been anyone else". Hermione waved her hand mockingly.
" I just wanted to be on the winning side. They offered me a pretty good reward. And for the leader they'll give me a nice little bonus, now, walk" making a shooing motion. Harry had no choice. They eventually made it to a clearing the enemy in a circle. Ron was on his knees. Bound, disarmed and at the enemies mercy. Harry soon joined him and bound in place. "Any last words Ron". "I'll haunt every library you come to so you can't read your books". This seemed to irk Hermione who without hesitation fired at Ron in the face. Ron slumped to the ground.
Quest Notification
Ron Deceased
"Any last words golden boy". Harry remained silent, resigned to his fate. Hermione raised her arm, finger on the trigger and pulled. Harry's vision filled with red.
Quest Failed
'Staying alive'
Penalty - Lose the Game
"ELIMINATION ROUND COMPLETE. TEAM DARK SIDE WIN". The Claxon announced the end of the game. Ron arose where he had fallen ripping his protective mask off. "Bloody hell Hermione, did you have to shoot me in the face" Hermione now sans her mask looked a bashed. "Sorry Ron, there were bonus points for headshots, you know how I am when there's multiple objectives".
"What, like 4 crotch shots in a single round" teased Seamus. "Or singing a song while running through enemy fire" added Dean. "Or dancing whenever you take out a enemy combatant". Finished Ron. By now Hermione's face was completely red, but quickly deflated, "I admit maybe shootings in the crotch and dancing about it afterwards was a bit much, but it was really fun".
It was the day after Harry's 14th birthday, and the day before that had been Neville's Birthday. So having done nothing exciting before on his birthday. Harry had gathered all his available friends for a game of Paintball. Dean had suggested using his local Paintball branch, his family being friends with some of the staff, managed to fit them in. What followed was 6 hours of continuous fun.
The six of them had formed a team called 'Team Gryffindor' as lazy as that was . While 4 of the team had never played before they quickly adjusted and had held 2nd rank. The last match had been an elimination round in the burned village zone. The objective was simple, eliminate the enemy team. However one of the bonus objectives was to turn sides, however if the team you had defected to lost it meant negative points for your own. However as Hermione had completed the objective they had stuck with 2nd place losing by 2 points to 'Team Dark Side'. "You know it wasn't that bad, maybe we should come again". Said Ron. "Yeah harry make it a birthday tradition". Declared Seamus. Hermione had signalled the Knight bus, which arrived with a bang. "Sounds like a plan, what do you think Neville". Harry looked around. "Where's Neville"
Amidst the forest a lone figure wandered through walking awkwardly. "Harry...Ron...Dean. Where are you. I really need the loo".
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Name - Harry James Potter
AGE - 14 (18)
JOB - Student
LEVEL - 27
EXP - 13%
Bio - Harry James Potter. The child born to defeat the Dark Lord. Born to James Potter and Lily Potter, he is a child of Prophecy, but it won't be one that is easy to fulfil. A power the dark Lord knows not has brought him back to fulfil his destiny. Through his actions a new path is opened, But will doing what is right over what is easy make for a better future?
HP - 2840
MP - 2165
SP - 1207
GC ~ G 43,500 - S 200 - K 183
Strength - 31 (+0)
Agility - 28 (+0)
Vitality - 28 (+0)
Accuracy - 29 (+3)
Intelligence - 29 (+3) [+4]
Charisma - 28 (+0)
Luck - 30 (+4)[+3]
Magic - 433(+0) [×1.5]
PERKS
- Potter Luck - (+3 to Luck.)
- Horcrux [Negated]
- Gamer
- Parseltongue
- Mothers Sacrifice
- Gamer Mind (+4 intel)
- Gamer Body
- Blessing of the Phoenix
- Dark Lords Equal - magic +1.5 Per level up
- Merciless
- Death's Champion
JOBS
- Student (active)
- Quidditch Seeker
- Quidditch Captain
- Monster Slayer
- Magic Teacher
- Runaway
- Child of Destiny
Skills
- Analysis LV3
- Anti-Apparition Field
- Elemental Sight
- Gamer Currency
- Magic Edge
- Magic Modification- Double
- Magic Modification - Hasten
- Magic Modification- Maximise
- Marauders Map Update - Ghost
- Modifier Connect
- Sword Skills
- Sword Skill - Savage Fulcrum
- Quick Change
- Storage