Off to school, Spanking new:

Invictus was informed of Harry's unique accommodations and was curious about his school. He wanted to see what Mundane school looked like and Invictus was anxious to meet Hermione Granger, Harry's friend and magical sister. Invictus had been awoken by Priya and he was observing the situation closely. Harry Potter found himself confused and he wondered what was going on as he was shaken to death by his mother. He awoke rather unceremoniously and observed the time - It was 4:55 a.m.

"Hermione's father is going to be here at five on the dot. Get ready quickly you are going for a morning run." Priya handed Harry everything that he needed which included running shoes, socks, track pants and long sleeve sportswear. Priya added in as an afterthought:

"You could probably use magic to beat the fatigue and dampen the pain. That is exactly why you should not draw on your magic during exercise. You want to develop stamina that you can call upon even when you are tired.

I have reason to believe that when your muscles wake up and your entire body is active, the potions will be more effective. Remember. you are at no risk of damaging everything, the short term spell work I did yesterday night is fine for now."

Priya left and Harry then got dressed, before placing Invictus around his chest. Harry was out in three minutes and found William waiting for him outside the house, dressed in clothes not too dissimilar himself. However, William had no jacket. Harry who was curious as to why this was the case questioned William. He then explained soldiers often had to learn to beat the cold, as long as it was not bordering on severe. Harry's instructions were simple: Follow him and try to keep up. If he could not cope, then he could protest.

And so, the torture session began.

Harry had always stopped to take a breath when he was tired when working at home, but this could not happen here. His small body and his tiny legs were in pain as muscular stitches set in. But he wanted to push. He told himself this sacrifice would help him to fight one day.

He could do it.

No, he could not do it.

Not yet. Harry stopped twenty minutes later because he could hardly breathe. The cold assaulted his senses and he gritted his teeth in frustration.

William had been observing carefully. The boy had been in pain for a while but he said nothing. William felt sympathy for the boy. It was such a tall order for a young boy to make such a sacrifice. However, when he considered that the Magical world was such a different place from his world, he realised the boy would need every edge.

The Magical world was apparently from Lorna's description a pseudo Wild Wild West where oddity, corruption, discrimination and political favours thrived. From his personal experience with overseas deployments, he understood exactly what that environment looked like. The laws could be bent and the state was free to exercise whatever agenda it wished. While William had not been too keen about training Hermione and Harry, after he thought deeply about the issue, the security of Harry and particularly his daughter relied sadly on their ability to fight.

This was essentially the training of a child soldier. Not exactly ethically right, but pragmatically necessary. William had been ambivalent about teaching his daughter and Harry's hand to hand combat and firearms, but after he reconsidered that Wizards could teleport, cast death and boil blood with curses? He made up his mind.

Nobody fucked with his daughter. Not even the Magicals.

If training his daughter and Harry would ensure their safety, so be it. A father would do anything to protect his daughter, ethically correct or not. As he thought about the rough road the boy had ahead of him, he patted Harry gently on the back and congratulated Harry on his gusto. He informed Harry that his physical training would only get worse. It was nothing personal, but he should endeavour to make it personal for those who already harmed him, and those who would harm him, eventually.

He nodded and caught his breath for five minutes and they went again. Then Harry was taken through standard callisthenics and burpees until he thought he was on the edge of insanity. Then they warmed down and cooled off. William smiled and explained to Harry that he was impressed that his determination had pushed through. It was essentially unfair to ask Harry as an eight year old boy to do this much. He was very proud. As they walked back to the house, Harry now felt like he had been run over by a truck.

Harry ate breakfast in his track clothes, with his adoptive family. Then he went to a detached shower cubicle, that was behind a wooden door in his room and used a little magic to make himself clean. While showering, he noticed his magic was humming and it felt vibrant. He concluded that his magic liked the exercise. He decided would continue with the regimen, even if his body protested.

When he came out, he saw his new outfit waiting for him. A high quality all black jeans, a purple turtleneck, a purple and white shawl and a long dark grey trench coat – apparently his mother had decided that he was rocking dark colour pallets today. He slipped into his clothes, styled his hair by tapping into his magic, and took a look at himself in the mirror.

"The English witches better lookout! My descendant is very handsome!" Invictus commented from the dresser table as Harry laughed. Grace saw the new outfit and gave Harry a sound that almost sounded like a wolf whistle. Harry stared at his entire outfit and found that his glasses were the only thing that looked suspicious. In any case, eventually, he would not need them when his eyes were magically corrected. Harry finally after admiring himself, slipped on a pair of snug-fitting all black Nike sneakers and marvelled at the arch support of the shoes. He quickly apparated over to his attic with a new backpack that he had purchased. Harry moved all the contents across and proceeded to go downstairs to the Dursley family, where he found the adult sized cretins going about their business like he didn't exist.

Harry had wondered if the extended weekend would have been problematic. He wondered about how easily Petunia had gone along with the compulsion for the flowers and wondered if the situation could be replicated. If he suggested something that the Dursleys had always wanted, would they require less intervention to refresh the magic? He decided to perform some sly and devious manipulation. He sat down at the table and with the magic in his voice, began to speak:

"You know Uncle, I know you never wanted me. I was a burden. But it's okay now. If you leave me up to my own devices you will never have to spend another cent on me. I can take care of myself. I can even contribute money to the bills. And Aunty, I can remember you were telling me about my mum. If you don't see me regularly then you won't be reminded of her. I am doing well at school and my teacher will take care of me. She likes being my mum.

And cousin, I know you want to be talented and you want everyone to recognize you. I think if you train hard, you can become a world-renowned boxer. You don't have to pay attention to me, you could use the time to train. Maybe talk to the P.E. teacher, he can help?"

Harry observed as they seemed to love the suggestions.

"What a group of damned elephants," he whispered to himself.

Invictus who was around Harry's neck queried about what had occurred if only to confirm some of the rough details he had heard last night. Invictus had never applied magic in that manner but he found the application to be appropriate for his situation.

"I wonder if the Potter Magic was awakened, or if the Peverell blood provided the stimulus. Or perhaps both? That is an interesting question grandson. I do like how you can comb your hair with the magic, it is good that you are weaving it wandlessly at an early age. Are you apparating to school with Grace?"

"Nope – we don't want to chance anything. I think I will walk. It will be an opportunity to fill you in on the details."

"Excellent. I am very curious to see mundane children's school – or as you call it 'Primary School', yes ?"

"That is the name indeed, Gramps." Harry walked out of his former hellhole and chatted to Invictus while he swung around under the turtleneck.

Invictus had heard some of the general details last night. Essentially a dark wizard had killed his family, and this had caused him to take up residence at his Muggle aunt. Out of hatred for his mother, he got beaten down on, until he was forced by an accident to connect with his magic.

Harry went on to explain the entire 'accident' again but with vivid details. Invictus became silent and cried for his distant descendant. A little innocent boy on the edge of death, fighting off some type of parasitic magic? And then awaking to find his Uncle waiting to make him suffer? It was too much for Harry's little soul. Then, the story had gotten fascinating - his grandson had borrowed the idea of 'the voice' from a muggle novel? And he had used Science Fiction concepts to shape magic? His grandson had a superlative mind.

"I think perhaps it is your destiny to unite both worlds. Your experiences displease me and bring much sorrow to my soul. You were strong to survive. I will teach you old magic that has been forgotten. Our magic, the Peverell Battle Magic, is wandless and augments the strength and reflexes. When you are ready, you will give the enemy no quarter."

"They are dead men walking. They just don't know it yet," he replied, as he walked into the school compound.

Unbeknownst to Harry, the sharp-looking young boy immediately caught the eye of all the teachers. He looked so smart in his new clothes. Even Hermione, who could see Harry had gotten a new wardrobe was quite surprised. She even noticed some of her female classmates giggling. While she was not competing with those girls to be Harry's girlfriend, she and Harry would continue their tradition of having recess talks. The rest of the girls would have to stay jealous.

As the morning passed, Harry asked Priya to rearrange his desk. He chose a position that left his back facing every known angle from which people could see him. Harry took out Invictus and he froze himself as he watched on. Invictus had the pleasure of seeing Priya in her final form, as the schoolteacher. He appreciated that Harry's mother was a natural at her job. She had sharp eyes and knew how to keep her class organised. She was definitely Hogwarts Professor material. It was a sad sight to see such talent wasted, because of discrimination. He also observed how quickly Harry chewed through the material as he sped through everything with near-perfect accuracy.

Invictus felt happy to know that Hermione was at least one age-appropriate friend that Harry possessed. His intuition hinted that this girl would be an utterly powerful witch one day. Harry concisely explained to Hermione the fiasco that had happened yesterday, during their recess talk. He had stepped into immense wealth unexpectedly and he was going to use every scrap of it on his education and development. He also told Hermione that Priya's Medi-Band was a revolutionary idea and that he wanted to mass produce it and sell it worldwide when he understood enough magic.

Invictus agreed with this project. This would be a great place to start. The value was in attempting to do so and discovering new ideas and methods for solving complex problems. That was the worst-case scenario. The best-case scenario would be the development of other related artefacts or even total success at the project.

Throughout the day, Harry had felt the potions given to him working through his system. His first suspicion was when Priya told him that he would be extra hungry and that her mother had packed a separate lunch kit with an adult-sized portion of food. Harry ate every scrap of the meal - it was delicious and he was truly satisfied after consuming it.

Priya explained that his appetite was returning and there were documented cases where malnutrition damaged eyesight and taste in Wizards. She explained that she could carry out magical surgery on his eyes to remove the glasses, but she wanted to see if the sight problem would resolve itself. If most of the healing could occur naturally, the actual spell and potion work would be minor.

Invictus appreciated how the Muggles chose to start education early and laughed as he was duly informed that the magical world had no educational options for small children. School started at Hogwarts.

"Donkeys!" he thought to himself.

As the day ended, Harry went home to the Singh Residence. This afternoon they would begin to organise Harry's possessions. They were going to his 'super-duper villain liar' and naturally he was excited. The rest of the evening was spent having a small meal and relaxing until Lorna apparated over.

When everybody was assembled, Priya distributed a null-box bracelet to Lorna and she slipped it on. Grace on cue apparated everyone with all the trunks in tow. When they arrived, Priya took Invictus off Harry's neck, enlarged him and stuck him to the wall. Both Priya and Lorna systematically began to unpack Lilly's and James's trunks as they hoped that his parents had left journals for him. As the process occurred, Invictus instructed them as to which runic clusters to activate to summon bookshelves, tables and benches which had been built into the null-box in an origami styled folding method that Harry found very modern for an artefact that was one thousand years old.

As the items were unpacked, Lorna as the political savant of the group gave Invictus a rundown on all the big players, and how their current situation had been brought about. Priya filled in all the newer events that had led to the inheritance at Gringotts. She also explained that Harry had been generous to share the wealth that he had received from the public and she did not feel stressed about her long term financial goals. Lorna beamed a big smile and told Harry:

"Free legal representation for life. With this, I can afford both Muggle Law and Wizarding Law Exams. I am going to set up a Retaining Practice, you just watch. Lord Peverell already has legal representation. You just need to build your spaceship!"

Priya giggled as Lorna was so silly sometimes. While the girls bantered about, something caught the eye of Invictus.

"Here Harry, this seems to be a blanket of some kind" replied Priya.

That was when she tossed the object and Harry found half of himself invisible. Harry took the cloak off and began to examine it closely while Invictus smiled. He knew that cloak all too well as the steel-grey colour had been a giveaway. The Death Cloak was safe and sound. It had continued to stay in the Potter lineage. The unique colouration had come from the hair of a shedding Fenrir in Norway. Harry cradled the item possessively when he figured out that it came from his father's trunk. His grandson had his rightful inheritance.

"Good. I gave that to my daughter Lucretia to carry into House Potter. That is rightfully yours." Invictus spoke aloud.

The contents of the trunks were sorted by subject areas: Astronomy, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, History of Magic, Potions, Transfiguration, Arithmancy, Care of the Magical Creatures, Divination, Ancient Runes and Muggle Studies. Textbooks and notebooks from both Lilly and James were placed in these stacks.

Then another stack was created and personal effects were placed in that pile. Then, he found diaries from both parents and another notebook called "Marauder Made Magical Mayhem" that seemed to be a joke book with pranks and tricks. He found a lot of albums with pictures – and these were easily Harry's favourites as he browsed the books. There were even pictures of his parent's wedding and his birth in the hospital. Harry sat quietly and started to cry. No sobs, just long tears that leaked down his face. Priya sat down next to him and hugged him tightly.

Invictus felt sad as over the last two hours he had gotten the full story.

His only descendant stood alone, denied his heritage by some out of place and nosey Headmaster! If it hadn't been for this woman showing up and taking him under her wing, what would have happened? Perhaps Harry would have fallen directly into the machinations of Dumbledore. And when Dumbledore was done with him, he would throw away his life as he saw fit or leave him too broken to function as a well-adjusted person.

He, Invictus, would arm his great-grandson with everything in his arsenal. Every damned spell, Every damned piece of research. Every damned bit of it.

His grandson had a new family. His adoptive parent, grandparents, best friend, older sister, aunt and uncle? They would heal the boy's broken body and soul. Much work was to be done, but his grandson was on the way to greatness. Or perhaps…his new family was on the way to greatness?

He considered that Hermione loved Harry like a sibling and that he had a granddaughter too. As he looked upon Priya's mannerisms, he was reminded of his dear Lucretia. He had a daughter to look after too, now. Lorna reminded him of his favourite niece, a woman who had been a legal expert in her day. Lady Magic bless their souls. It was time to restore Peverell Manor. He wondered if five centuries had been kind to his former residence. It would need a lot of work, and the space would serve his grandson very well.

Of interest to him were the house-elves that Harry had inherited. They had not been summoned yet, but Invictus hoped that multiple house-elves would be available. Peverell Manor resided in the Northern Highlands and it was huge. If war was coming, the place would be made into an impenetrable fortress. This "Dark Lord" and his chipmunks would feel the full might of the Peverell lineage.

Harry finally came upon his mother's research and placed it in a separate pile. Lilly has been researching magic across many world cultures and there was some research on Dragon Lore and Druidic magic. Included were her suppositions on how scientific principles tied into common charms and spells. Harry promised that he would try and visit many of the places if even only to see what Magic looked like around the world, as he skimmed through the various bookmarks in the notebooks.

"Lilly, he is going to open it, come quick!" replied James as Lilly materialised in the mist.

Finally, Harry opened a trunk only with Star Wars toys. The Tie Fighters zoomed around the room, and he found a magical talking Yoda and animated storm troopers. The funniest thing was a message on the inside of the trunk cover saying:

"To my young padawan Harry, may the Force be with you! – Your Mother and Father."

Harry who loved the Star Wars books but had never seen the movies, began to make audible sobs and he let his pain out. At the bottom of the trunk was a plastic Lightsaber. He reached for it and pressed the button. The plastic blade extended and lit up in a green blade. His mother had charmed this one too.

Lorna who loved movies remarked "See, your parents had good taste. You must become a Jedi, Harry. You must defeat the daaaaaaaark side of Lord Moldypants!"

They all laughed.

Invictus realised that "Star Wars" represented something that the child and the parents shared. While he found a 'lightsaber' to be a funny word, after clarifying the significance of the weapon, he found the idea of a retractable energy sword to be a brilliant idea! Personal security in the most non-threatening manner, right on display under everyone's noses. How on earth did mundanes think up these things? He was informed that Star Wars were movies that were the modern versions of Theatre plays from his day. Invictus was now excited to see the entire 'trilogy'. He suggested that Harry could sleep and work in the null-box during the week while he studied as he would need his own space for learning magic and master crafting items. He also encouraged both witches to remodel the attic into a study space and convert the null-box into a workshop. He also wanted to get the repairs to Peverell Manor underway.

"Ladies, maybe we can summon those elves. Should multiple elves be present, it would be advisable for them to do the housekeeping between all the houses. This will allow Harry to study magic faster with fewer interruptions. The house-elves can work my abandoned vineyard. I have seen that women love wine. We might make a fair bit of profit from that."

Priya replied "I am not sure if my parents are allowed to see elves. I don't know if that breaks the Statute. But then, they already know about magic. Lorna is okay she lives alone."

Invictus replied

"I learnt this one word when you were purchasing clothes. I think those pencil pushers in the Ministry of Magic can get fucked. You are family to my dear boy. Take what is offered. I am sure your mother would love to teach her recipes to the house-elves."

Priya thought about it and realised that her parents had already seen Grace. More time to plan classwork and help Harry along was a welcome proposition. She nodded and then Invictus told Harry….

"Dear Descendant, immerse yourself in your magic. Ask for all elves Loyal to Harry Potter to come to you."

Harry stilled himself, wiped his tears and carried out the instruction, "All elves loyal to Harry Potter, apparate to my location."

Harry realised that he had inherited a lot of elves, as they slowly began to silently pop into existence. They began to slowly fill the room and they looked haggard and weak. Most obvious was the look of terrible sadness that was present on some of the faces. Other elves seemed apprehensive and frightened. From what Harry remembered, these elves had been bequeathed to him because they lost their original masters. While he was contemplating these issues, two tiny elves walked up to him and bowed deeply with tears in their eyes.

He addressed them…"Hello? I am.." and the shorter house-elf Mipsy cut him off:

"Mistress Lilly's Harry Potter. Mipsy used to take care of you when young master was teeny weeny. Mipsy remembers bad bad people attacks Master Charlus and Mistress Dorea."

"Tipsy remember bad people used dark magic. Tipsy could not apparate Master and Mistress out. They had magic that blocks house-elves apparitions. Master Charlus told us to hide. Master fought them. Too many bad people. Tipsy failed Master and Mistress." Tipsy began to sob violently.

"Many months later, Mipsy was doing errands for Mistress Lilly. Then he came. Mistress told Mipsy to stay where she was and take care of Harry when he called after the inheritance. Mistress Lilly knew she was going to die. Mistress Lilly ordered her not to come to Godric's Hollow. Mistress Lilly was so brave." Mipsy and Tipsy bowed down almost like they were expecting punishment.

Harry knew that behaviour all too well. It was exactly what used to do when Vernon often possessed a belt in his hand. Harry looked to Lorna and Priya. He was out of his depth. Lorna then explained:

"Harry, house-elves are generally abused in the Wizarding world. It's a common thing. I think they are all expecting threats and punishment. When they are bound to a master, they must follow their master's orders. I think you will have to bond with the rest of them. They also overwork themselves if they aren't told when to stop."

Harry paused and thought about what he could do – and he decided that he had to set an example. He dried his tears up with a napkin and stood up and walked over to Mipsy and Tipsy. He gently got down on his knee and gave both of the tiny creatures a big hug. Whispering began to occur among the remaining twenty-five elves. The rest of the elves were shellshocked. For Mipsy and Tipsy, they smiled as they realised that Lilly's boy, young Master Harry, just like his grandparents and parents was kind. He began to speak rather softly:

"To all of you here my tiny friends, did you know I got abused as a young boy? Always mistreated, always hungry, always worth nothing.

And this lot (pointing behind himself) and my school friend and her parents came along and helped me. Gave me safety, a home and friendship. As Lord Peverell, and heir of the Potter family, I give you these things too. There will be no abuse here. No hitting, no harsh words, no punishments. And if your previous masters were killed by Lord Moldypants and the Death Munchers, understand this.

I want revenge. They will all die rather painfully. EVERY LAST ONE of THEM.

While you will serve me to ensure that goal happens, we do this in the name of family. And by family, I mean all twenty seven of you. I know what it is like to scream in pain, not to be sure if you will be treated decently. I give you my oath that that will never be the case. Work hard but also rest when needed. You will be working on a lot of secret projects in the future. Do nothing to attract the attention of others who are not from our family.

It would please you to know that when I am ready, I will need a lot of magical construction and regular errands will be necessary. I do think that many of you will have to learn new skills eventually. I plan to build the greatest Magical warship ever constructed. You will have to use both magical and muggle tools. There will be a lot to do."

He paused momentarily, standing before Missy and Tipsy. All the elves were brimming with excitement. Help Harry Potter, vanquisher of the Dark Lord to build new things to kill the bad people? Learn new skills? Muggle tools? They were super excited!

"Mipsy and Tipsy were always Potter elves, they will take care of me where I live. I want two volunteers for my mother and my older sister here."

A pair of elves that seemed to be twins stepped forward.

"Lord Peverell, I is Itsy and sister is Bitsy. Itsy and Bitsy wants to serve!" Itsy explained, gesturing to Priya and Lorna.

"Excellent. That will do. I can see you guys want to cry because you are getting decent treatment. You don't have to worry anymore."

The twin elves nodded, almost unsure of the situation, but they had been given orders. They were still cautious, but Harry reasoned that they would warm up eventually.

"The rest of you will report my grandfather Invictus Peverell, the Portrait over here."

Harry looked at Invictus, and he nodded.

"You will bond with me or however it works. Then you will go to the Peverell Manor and begin fixing everything. You will rest appropriately, take breaks when tired and develop a healthy balanced work ethic as we begin to get things prepared. Line up, let us get the show on the road.."

The elves lined up in a single file line. Harry was instructed on how to adopt the elves into his service by Invictus. He was also instructed about the significance of clothes when given to an elf. He decided to tailor the oath.

"I, Harry Potter, heir to House Potter and the current Lord Peverell accept you into my service. You are only released when I say you are, verbally. Accidentally receiving clothes does not count. I promise to see that you are well treated, respected and feel safe within my home. So does my family. You will look after my family as I will look after you.

On my magic, let it be so."

The elves slowly lined up and as Harry enforced the oath, he also bent down and gave every elf a warm hug. There were many tears and sobs as for the first time, a wizard had openly offered them kindness. His magic was so full of gratitude, that many of them felt nourished. Even the Magic from the witches could be felt. Harry Potter was already the greatest wizard in the world, for all of them. As they got busy on their assignments, Harry who had been informed that Elves could also apparate, decided to test the waters.

"Mipsy could you apparate Lorna, mum and I to my attic?" he asked.

When they arrived, Harry explained that he didn't have the best conditions in his little space, but he made it do. He was hoping that he could make it into a respectable study area. Lorna suggested that Harry could sign up for an Amazon account and use his credit card to purchase things. They could deliver it at the front door and the house-elves could apparate purchases into his space.

Priya thought about the situation and asked "Why not transfigure the matt… oh right no wanded magic here. Yikes, Yikes good thing I didn't pull my wand." Everybody stood silently and realised they could have undone all their work if she had done that, casually.

Harry thought about the situation and out of humour said:

"Hey, need to make some signs for me. "No wand zone – be aware of Fumbleduck".

Priya giggled and thought of some rather creative animated versions of these posters that could be made, to be stuck around the house. After examining the place, Priya's mom mode engaged and she decided to take some action…

"Mipsy, I want you and Tipsy to clean this attic. Take your time and do it gradually. All of the old things can be put away and sealed into boxes. When you are finished, we will get a new mattress installed for Harry. Itsy will have access to all the new clothes we bought for Harry. I will show her later today where everything is located. Bring them and ensure that he has everything required for his morning exercise and school by tomorrow morning. If Harry is missing anything, I will let you know where to find it at my house and we can get it sorted."

Priya reminded him, "Harry, we still have at least six Peverell trunks to get through. I would advise you to continue reading the Hogwarts texts. They are divided by the year. Take a look and see what you find interesting.

You should also get a stick and practice the wand movements. When it becomes familiar you can practice with a wand. I don't think you will get Wi-fi in the null-box it is something called a Faraday Cage. You will have to study up here. I think the weekly dinners are going to become a thing. We have to get the Grangers caught up on what happened. By the way, Hermione is probably tearing through the material in Lorna's trunk. You may not want to be left behind?"

Priya saw the competitive edge suddenly appear in Harry. No, he would not be pleased by that suggestion one bit. The look on his face – Hermione was in trouble. Priya then installed the Wi-MAX modem in the attic after unpacking it from her backpack, and got Harry on the network. Now he could call them or Hermione if he wished.

It was late and Priya had offered Harry a meal at her place if he desired. He preferred to make something for himself – Bacon and Eggs sounded good? He told her that while it was unusual for an eight year old to cook for himself, it was old news for him, and he would fix himself something to eat. He told Priya that most likely he and Grace were going to spend the night in the null-box while they spoke to Invictus. Priya and Lorna returned to their houses, with the promise that on Thursday they would get to the bottom of the Peverell trunks. In the meanwhile, Harry was to read all the material and continue his usual course of school studies. Suddenly a new message arrived on his smartphone. It read:

"Earth to Harry, Lorna here. Read Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffing. It is in the advanced pile of your mum's stuff. I have some special books that the purebloods use. Will bring those binders over on Thursday. Have fun kiddo!"

Harry felt happy. He was connected and could talk to people when he wanted. He made himself something to eat, and it was at his point Tipsy popped into the kitchen, after making sure nobody else was around.

"Master Harry why is Harry cooking? No, Master elves be doing that!"

Harry asked Tipsy to sit down. He then gave her some of the eggs on a little plate and decided to tell her his current responsibilities around the house, and how he had been forced to fend for himself.

"Master Harry work harder than we elves. Bad muggles! Tipsy will do all the chores!" Tipsy exclaimed.

"You can do some – I still do the work because the exercise makes my magic stronger and sensitive. I like to cook a lot, don't get worried. By the way, what did my parents usually eat?"

Tipsy was only too happy to share the details. She described a menu that could be described as quintessentially British if that exempted many of the newer things from immigrant communities. He then explained how muggle England had changed:

"There is a whole world of food out there. I already eat Indian food, which is very new to me. I want to travel and see people and magic all over the world. Might as well eat everything too. We could learn many new recipes together. I think my appetite is opening up to other things."

Lilly's boy was offering her a chance to learn new dishes? She could easily be the greatest elf cook in England? She could be better than Nimby, the legendary Hogwarts Head Elf cook? Tipsy walked over slowly to Harry and gave him a warm hug.

She whispered "Tipsy not care what anyone says. Harry Potter, Mistress Lilly's boy is the best wizard in the world!"

Beyond the Veil, the initial conversation continued as Invictus the 1st continued to discuss Harry's ability to win people and elves over.

"That is a good boy you have there, my dearest grandchildren. Stellar boy. His kindness is so beautiful. Such a precious boy." commented Invictus.

"He should not have to suffer so much. So much pain for him. If I had any idea that the Hufflepuff I met in the library was going to take care of my boy, I would have given her all my notes! Everything!" Lilly complained as a little smile curved upwards on one side of her face.

"She might end up getting them. Harry will share what he knows. Not an inch of selfishness in him. Ah, my padawan will receive his due training. He is going to prank them to kingdom come!" said James with a mischievous smile on his face.

"You are in the afterlife, and you still think about pranks. Lady Magic help my soul." Lilly exasperatedly complained.

"You heard them. They are going to break Sirius out of prison eventually. I don't think there is any bigger prank than that. I saw Sirius not too long ago, he looks terrible. Remus got into a terrible fight in Austria, he is in a pool of blood. Everything is in a damned mess. I don't even know how Harry will manage, but then he seems to have a bit of that dragon vibe that you have going Lills. Harry has spectacular rage issues. Didn't you hear what he said? He plans to burn the Dementors to death."

"Admit it, James, you are somewhat proud, aren't you?" asked Lilly.

"Of his ambition? Sure. What a madlad! But my madlad!" James proudly said.

"If anyone can break into Azkaban it is our boy. He has a good group around him. Just to get Moony in the game now. The Potter house magic accepted him. You see James! I spoke to you about the blind adoration of Dumbledore. Moony has the same problem." Lilly complained, as she sternly pointed her finger at the spectral figure of James.

"From what I see, Harry drives a hard bargain. Moony will have to choose. But I think if Moony finds out how Harry suffered, he won't ever respect Dumbledore. I just wish he would fly the broom for Hecate's sake. Why did he buy six of them for? He is already planning to disassemble three of them!" James cocked his head, pondering the dilemma,

"Isn't it obvious? Do I have to be the know-it-all, in the hereafter?" Lilly replied as she humoured James.

"I don't get it, deary. Explain to your loving husband?" James smoothly replied as he tried the usual bribery tactics to placate his wife.

"He is going to strip them down and build his own. And after he gets that done, I won't be surprised if he designed magical versions of Jet Engines. Not too sure, but I suspect so…

"As he should – let the boy's creativity run wild. What a bunch of old stagnant geezers in Wizarding England. Glad I left a portrait. All my specialised knowledge about how to craft powerful artefacts are in my books. General Wand Lore, Magical Theory, Magical creatures from over the world and Wandless Magic. All there for his usage once he gets it translated.

I must also congratulate your genius, great-granddaughter. The Druidic ritual brought out a gift that only I ever possessed at a diminished level, even after the Peverell House Magic gifted me the ability late into my life. Sensory magic will aid him well in seeing the world with a new set of eyes. The power that made the Roman Battle-Mages deadly on the battlefield is his to command. Let us wait and see what he does with it. He is rather creative, that much I can tell." Invictus 1st replied.

After Harry had spoken to Mipsy about the unusual habits that he possessed (as a wizarding Lord, living in the muggle world, doing chores), and he explained that he would be looking at the current skill sets of his elves. He would consider what new skills they could learn – he was going to need all their help to achieve his goals. While Harry was not aware that elves were nourished by the magic of gratitude, they were thankful for their master's genuine interest.

Learning a new skill to look after their wizards was something elves enjoyed – the issue was that no Wizard had ever asked them to do anything outside of being domestic attendants, assisting with political plots and hiding dead bodies as of recently. However, unbeknownst to Harry, he had advertently restored the old pagan standard for the treatment of House Elves and many of them saw his attitude as a reawakening of the ancient values. Harry after having his food, returned to his null-box via direct apparition and sat down to speak to Invictus. The plotting began immediately.

Invictus spoke:

"My dear descendant, I have had some time to think about things. I can remember Lorna mentioning your Godfather who is wrongfully imprisoned. I heard you were planning an Azkaban prison break."

"In theory? I am not sure how to go about that" Harry replied.

"Trust yourself – think about it as a mathematics problem. Step by Step. First Step?"

"Well…I think collecting information is important. I would need to know where the place is. Maybe figure out how big the place is, and where to go to find Sirius?"

"Not bad but think a little more carefully – if you find out where Azkaban is, how are you getting to and from the place? I know you are thinking about your Phoenix, but we perhaps should find out more about how her apparition works. Summon her."

Grace apparated directly into the null-box and sat on a nearby table after Harry called her.

"Grace, we have questions? So, my first question is can you apparate anywhere?"

Grace shook her head indicating a no.

"How do you know where to go?" Harry asked. She tipped her wing and flapped quite slowly.

"You need to fly to the location first?" Harry questioned.

Grace nodded her head.

Harry wondered who might know about Azkaban. He considered that the House Elves who never had visited his null-box found the place quite easily and even bypassed the anti-apparition ward.

Harry yelled "Tipsy and Mipsy come please?"

"Young master how we elves be helping?" Tipsy asked.

"Tipsy how did the elves find me? Not even Dumbledore can find me in this box, or at least I believe so?" Harry thoughtfully wondered

"Sirs, house-elf magic carry house-elves wherever they master is. We don't need to know where, we just goes." Tipsy excitedly exclaimed.

"So, if I said hypothetically carry me to Azkaban prison could you carry me?"

"Noes master Harry. The magics in there are darks magic. Elves cannot go to Azkabans. Azkabans dangerous, dementies take our soul, like wizards." Tipsy whispered in fear.

"Don't get scared Tipsy I am not sending you. I want to break my godfather Sirius Black out of prison. He is innocent. He was betrayed by Peter Pettigrew."

"Mipsy never trusted rat looking man. Mipsy knew Master Padfoot loved Master James lots… " she replied.

Invictus thought about the situation and decided to provide Harry with some guidance.

"I think you need to establish the location of the place and then test if Grace can Apparate. Can the mundanes track a item's location?" Invictus enquired.

"Sure, it is called GPS. Hermione has a tracker for her cat Crookshanks. It lets her know where her pet is, no matter where. He likes to roam far at night." Harry said excitedly, understanding where this was going.

"How does this work?"

Harry explained that above the planet there were satellites. The objects floated in the void and they could communicate things on the ground after making calculations. They could guide you to a new place if someone sent a location. Invictus considered this and realised there could be a workaround.

"I think we need to get Grace to begin scouting. Then we need to establish with a 'device', a location for Azkaban. After that, we can decide how to get there. If magic is the problem with the place, then we will use muggle options."

Harry's brain went into overdrive as he understood what was going on. He commented "Grace can maybe apparate high up into the air and just glide on air currents. When you get tired, you can apparate back to the shoreline and an elf can apparate us back. You won't have to apparate far."

Grace nodded excitedly.

"You will have to promise that if you get tired or suspect trouble you apparate back to the mainland. Every day you will have to go a little further. Think you will be up to it?"

It was a shame Harry could not understand what Grace was thinking. Grace did not like flying short distances at night. When she had followed Harry to school for the first time, she had managed to stage a set of a short set of strategic flights from one place to another as she did not want to be seen.

Her wizard was now asking her to go on an adventure! She was going to fly out of the mainland and scout a possibly dangerous place! She was going to spread her wings and brave the wind! Little did she know that it would not be easy.

Invictus also added, "If you could hypothetically spring him out of prison right now, it still would not be a good idea. Because of his relation to you, they will come to you in the hope that they might be able to bait him. No, make the necessary plans so that when you break him out, there is a place already waiting for you to disappear, with the necessary facilities. That would be Peverell Manor. There is a lot to be done grandson, one step at a time."

"I was wondering why we could not use brooms? Maybe they don't work?" asked Harry

"I think so. Otherwise, people would have figured it out easily. Anyway, there is something else I want to talk about. I doubt you have heard the legend of the Deathly Hallows? Essentially, it is an old wife's tale. Our ancestor Glaucon Peverell designed three powerful objects – a powerful wand with almost five times the efficiency of a normal wand, a stone that could emulate the consciousness of a loved one who was dead, and then a cloak that was impervious to all forms of detection.

The cloak you already have in your possession. It was given as a gift to the Potter house when my darling daughter Lucretia married Marcus Pottarius in the early 1500s. Under the cloak, not even a dementor can detect you. It cannot be summoned either. It seems that your father got a lot of usage out of it, and that pleases me greatly.

The other two objects have been lost to time. I do hope that in the long term we will track them down and destroy the wand and the resurrection stone. They are objects while brilliant in their construction, should not exist. We have seen too much trouble because of these items."

"Track them down and destroy them. So, a long term project," asked Harry.

"Correct grandson. I heard back in my day that no type of transportation magic works in Azkaban. Some magical creatures can connect to a wizard and arrive at their location, if they have not been there themselves. Grace certainly uses that process. I think Azkaban has an enchantment that blocks this connection. We will investigate as time goes by and you have much to learn.

Let us shelf this issue for now. Go and rest my boy. Tipsy please bring the mattress and Harry's school things from the Attic here for Harry."

The elves soon brought the items into the null-box.

"Harry that rune cluster by the door dims the light. Continue reading your magical books and do your homework for school. When you are done, you can go to sleep. We will think about this again. Rome was not built in a day."