You did what?

As the next morning arrived, Harry found himself doing the usual routine. Harry and Remus took their morning run followed by callisthenics. Harry truly enjoyed the exercise and felt like the past week had been rather productive. He had already set his schedule, and he was working towards building guns and armour in the following months. As the exercise session ended, Harry contemplated his next set of actions. Now the focus was on rescuing Padfoot.

Harry was having breakfast with Remus when a message came from Lorna. Harry already knew what was going to happen or thought so, until he read the attached message from Lorna.

"Enjoy the free P.R. and trust me on this. I know how to play them. Don't tell Pri anything. She deserves a second prank. And yes, I decided to use the word 'Storm'excessively, because it sounds edgy!"

"You are too funny sometimes!" replied Harry.

Mipsy dropped off copies of the Daily Prophet. Harry took a single look at the headlines and considered that he was once again, in trouble.

"Well Moony, I am sure Mom and Uncle William have a copy. They are going to skin me and Hermione alive by this evening. Oh boy."

Harry began to read aloud, fondly remembering read-aloud sessions in class.

Dark Lord and Dark Lady not so dark? True royalty unveiled! - an exclusive by Rita Skeeter

Well, my readers, it is your darling Rita Skeeter here.

I think most of us are familiar with the fiasco that occurred on Saturday. A new Dark Lord and a Dark Lady wearing masks and never before seen robes stormed England and accost three Noble Lords of the Wizengamot. They also attacked young heir scion Draco Malfoy at sword point. Truly it is an affront to our nation that such hooliganism was displayed. Worse yet – they have terrifying weapons at their disposal. Aurors would be hard pressed to engage with these teenagers.

But Perhaps good ole' Skeeter was misinformed?

I was provided with a memory that proved beyond a doubt that Lord Parkinson, Lord Goyle and Lord Malfoy had instigated Saturday's affair by attempting to block the entrance to Gringotts. How stupid can you be to interfere with Goblin business? But then these Lords have a history of being bullies. One of my favourite muggle sayings about this type of behaviour is, "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes."

I think that expression is very appropriate.

Of course, the weapons on display were something else. It seemed that they built the weapons themselves? Weapons of that type have never been seen before, and I was concerned – Were they dark artefacts? After reviewing many memories, somebody in the crowd had mentioned that the unknown wizards were carrying guns.

I did a little research by reaching out to a muggleborn friend of mine. Then I hit the jackpot.

She explained that the weapons on display were familiar enough to muggle weaponry, but they were much more powerful. I was surprised to learn that the muggle world is not full of swords and shields. She explained that guns being able to "shoot" things that resembled magical spells was the next improvement that muggle "scientists" were aiming towards. She suggested that they were about three centuries away from making that type of progress.

So, our unknown wizards seem to know about the muggle world, and they upgraded these terrible weapons with magic? This is utterly alarming! This is a clear breach of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts law!

So do we have a Dark Lord and a Dark Lady? Not necessarily.

Another memory provided by a local source makes it crystal clear that the young wizard and witch lost someone precious in the last Wizarding War. The pair made it quite clear that they are not afraid to use large amounts of force in dealing with individuals that were allegedly connected to the Death Eaters. They even openly pledged revenge against anyone who had followed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

So certainly not a Dark Lord and Lady. Perhaps they are the Children of the Storm? The righters of great wrongs? Or perhaps it is a lie? We will see.

A contact in France reached out and provided information about the activity of the two unknown wizards. What I do know for sure is that the 'Dark Lady' might be a truly savant level potioneer with good intentions!

Our contact did not provide a name to protect her identity. What I do know is that the 'Rune-Priestess' has developed a new revolutionary potion that does not burn and heals severe burns, cuts and even minor curses. All with perfect skin and no scars. It also numbs the pain and can be "sprayed" on. This is big people.

Bigger than wolfsbane.

Yesterday many patients survived the night in France because this potion healed them in a jiffy. I also know the French Government has acquired the right to produce the potion.

My contact explained that the pair volunteered to work with the French Ministry in the future. They also claim that unlike the Lords and Ladies of the Wizengamot, they were true royalty. Perhaps they are foreign royals that decided to stay in England and they were affected by the last Wizarding War? Could this be the beginning of a diplomatic incident?

All we know is that the young man called Lord Malfoy "vermin" in France yesterday. Based on the showdown that occurred, they were also handled like vermin. Some research uncovered some rather interesting history of the Malfoy family in France. Stay tuned as we dig up the skeletons one by one!

All I can say is that we sincerely hope that these magicals are benevolent. What if they had chosen not to use stunners but much more powerful magic? There was every possibility available for the young wizards to respond with a second volley. It seems that the point was to embarrass other individuals.

They certainly did a good job of it.

The Stormbringers are here. Perhaps Storm-Priestess and Storm-Lord are apt names, as we do not know their real titles. Their sense of fashion certainly is a ruckus. Rumour has it that all wizarding robe shops in England are trying to replicate the robes. They are certainly the best that we have ever seen!

"Well never a dull moment, Storm Lord Peverell? Or Hadrian Stormbringer?" joked Remus, almost crying with laughter.

"Maybe I could run with it. I do think it sounds cool. This is full of Lorna's mischief. Hey, they called Hermione a Storm Priestess. Not bad at all!" joked Harry.

"What will we be doing this week?" asked Remus.

"Oh about that….Mips?"

Mipsy apparated to the spot.

"Give me a report on the manor?" asked Harry kindly.

"Hello Harry! The master bedroom is liveable. The old potions lab has been emptied. Some areas will require contractors if you wish to replace the dated look. Otherwise, no dust and all the amenities work. Nothing was wrong, just grime and dust."

"I will have to contact the contractors that Clementine told me about. Moony, we are going to start working out of the Manor. The null box will be going into storage, and we will use the rooms in the Manor for building things."

"Excellent. We had put off the apparition lessons as you were doing the rush jobs for Gringotts and I had to learn the theory myself. I think I understand all the problems, and I even know some emergency charms to reattach severed limbs. After we are finished with breakfast, we can go to the duelling room and we can try. Your mother cleared me last night. My core is stable." Remus explained.

Harry then received another message.

"7:00 p.m. sharp. You owe me an explanation. Regale us of the tales of the Storm Lord and the Storm Priestess. Uncle William is coming too. Love, Mom."

"Well Moony, I have been summoned to a tribunal. You will accompany me as my security. But I think I have a good defence. It is skirting controversial, but I can pull it off."

"I want to see this. If you say it is controversial, you of all people, this is something I want to see. Anyway as breakfast is done, we might as well get started with the apparition."

Remus led Harry to the duelling room and then they began with the lessons.

"I take it you already know what Apparition is – it usually requires wand and it requires you think about three things. You must visualise the destination, you must be determined to get there and you must do it with Deliberation."

"Could you demonstrate? I don't understand hocus pocus bullshit," replied Harry.

Remus nodded and demonstrated moving directly in a straight line to a location that seemed to be approximately 6 meters away.

"Good. I have questions. Let me tell you all of them….

· Can you feel your body being disassembled?

· Is the process always audible?

· Does the process respect orientation and gravity?

· Do you carry your momentum in the process?"

Remus laughed.

"You might have to help me with some of those. Yes, you do feel your body being assembled, you must not panic. That is the determination of it. Only elves can do silent apparition to my knowledge. I don't know how gravity plays into it. I have no idea what momentum means, haven't covered that one."

"Arresto Momentum ring a bell? Momentum is movement. More accurately, the ability of an object to possess mass and speed white it is being moved."

"Oh. Send me a video won't you?"

"Well Moony, let me tell you what I am going to do. I am going to imagine that magic is performing some form of quantum entanglement. I will ignore the sensation and hold the image in my mind with all the detail. Here it goes. "

Nothing.

Harry found himself in the exact place as he started.

"Well, that is a bummer Moony"

"Nobody apparatus the first time successfully Harry"

"No, it isn't that. I can feel the magic wanting to go to the right place. Maybe apparition is a temporary wormhole? Maybe the momentary gravity that is summoned is what bends the light in such a funny way. Alright….small, portable, human capable wormhole. Alright in 3..2..1"

POP.

Harry found himself exactly where Remus had been.

"Alright Harry, let us….."

POP. POP. POP.

"Yeah, this is pretty easy. I am accustomed to my body being disassembled and reassembled with Grace. But if this is a miniature wormhole…..…"

Remus looked on, wondering what he would discover now.

"Maybe the energy cost to send the object as a matter stream is cheaper than enveloping the object completely. This is what makes the process feasible. A solid object in a wormhole is a complicated business, maybe you don't need exotic matter to keep it open. Hmmm. What if the brain can stream the matter by making calculations as a quantum supercomputer…"

Lilly who had access to much more knowledge beyond the Veil looked on proudly and said, "Yes Harry you have a basic understanding of the matter, but keep going."

Harry was now apparating with pinpoint accuracy, without a wand. And he was able to stage multiple small apparitions without getting tired.

"I don't understand any of that Harry. How did you apparate so quickly in succession?"

"My logic is telling me that a miniature wormhole is being created. So I am using that idea to shape the magic so that it has fewer assumptions to make. I am also aware that my atoms are being streamed. I think the pop is sudden air displacement. What if…"

. . ….

Harry just appeared silently.

"Good grief Harry do you ever stop breaking rules? How did you figure that out?"

"I asked the magic to switch the exact volume of air to my location simultaneously as I am reappearing. Can you see me swirling into nothingness?

"It isn't as pronounced as what I would expect. What are you doing?"

"Playing with the speed of the matter stream. I am asking magic to empty more of my magical core to stream the matter faster. A wormhole is a temporary space-time bridge from one location to another. The longer you keep the entrance open the more energy it consumes. So now…"

. .

Remus could not believe what he was seeing. It was like Harry materialised out of thin air and you could hardly see any light or hear any sound. Harry appeared like an utter ghost. Then Harry disappeared, again.

Nothing. Harry could not be seen. Remus began to wonder if he had splinched himself.

"Harry? Harry?"

"Behind you. I just apparated 5 times in the room with the invisibility gauntlet powered. Saw anything?" Harry asked, before he decloaked right in front of Remus, holding his wand to the man's face.

"Can you teach me how to do this? Are you tired?"

"As long as you are reading the textbooks and understand the concepts, sure. The fewer assumptions magic makes, the more efficient things are. Even if it wasn't a wormhole we were summoning, just a vague idea does wonders for the energy assumption. I suspect the almost 75 per cent reduction in energy cost is because the assumptions I have made are somewhat on the money. I don't feel the least bit tired. I want to be a bit faster. I wonder if I can use magic to give me momentum. Float the training dummy in front there? Say about 6 meters."

"Here goes. Eighteen feet?" commented Remus.

Harry switched on only his kinetic barrier on his gauntlet. He thought about all the variables in play, shaped his intent and put away his wand.

SMASH!

Harry had reappeared with enough momentum to slam the dummy into the wall and break it in half. The shield seemed to dim almost to total transparency and then flickered back into being solid. Harry then deactivated the shield and called Hermione.

"Home? Yes? Go to the back of your house. Coming in a bit."

Harry arrived almost a fraction of a second later into the null-box, and put Invictus around his neck. He took up two additional modules that he had built for the gauntlet. These were extra power cell modules, with integrated parallel emitters. He then apparated back to Remus' location, and then instantly grabbed his hand and side-along apparated him instantly to Hermione's backyard. Remus soon realised that he had been dragged along at top speed, and he didn't get time to become alarmed. Generally, adults would have to side along with children and just a moment ago, Harry just dragged him along like a ragdoll. He was looking on at the empty Granger backyard.

"That is impressive Harry, but warn me next time. That is the most stable side-along I have ever experienced. Your both moms would be proud. Going to sneak into girl's bedrooms with your new talent?"

"No, too busy planning to fuck Voldemort first."

Remus smiled.

"I mean with a big gun, not anything else."

Remus still smiled.

"Gah, it sounds all wrong. Anyway, me in a girl's bedroom? You must think I can't control my crotch like Sirius."

Hermione appeared and saw Harry grinning.

"Heard the news bighead? I am the 'Storm-Priestess!'. The funny thing is that I like it. This reeks of Lorna's shenanigans!" she grinned ruefully.

"I like my name too, but more interesting, I made a big discovery this morning."

"Which is?"

"Apparition generates a micro-wormhole, or something similar enough. Normally the body is sent through as a whole object. I have improved the process by thinking about becoming a matter stream. You can program the matter steam to display additional characteristics. I am trading some of my magical energy for increased momentum. The speed at which you send the matter stream controls how long you have to keep the micro wormhole open. Shorter times means more energy savings"

"Wait, you can apparate now Harry?"

"Far better than most adults. Plus one, for science. I can do it approaching silent and minimal light emission. Far less noticeable than what we have seen and heard."

Blink.

"Oi!" Harry shouted, from the infamous target practice wall.

Blink.

Harry appeared silently in a fraction of a second.

"You have to teach me, but wait what are those extra bits on your gauntlet?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, this is the fun part. Gramps?"

"Yes Grandson, I am awake! The refurbishments have me feeling..what is that word..ah.. spunky!"

"Please observe the wall. Gramps as you are riding shotgun with me. As for the rest of you, these modules are extra power cells and emitters for the vambrace. Did a lot of resonance tuning. Observe the last bit of that standing wall Mione and Moony."

Remus immediately panicked. Harry was going to charge into a wall? Before he could stop him, all Remus heard was a solid thunk as four stacked shields switched on. Harry emptied as much as energy into the apparition process along with forcing extra magic into the kinetic emitter to give it an extra boost. He shaped his intent and apparated…..

Or rather charged.

And he charged to a spot, not in contact with the wall. Rather he was about one metre from the wall, but his shields had rammed into the object like a freight train. A thunderous noise was heard as the brick wall exploded almost into tiny pebbles. Harry had dropped in with so much kinetic energy that the entire wall had been reduced to differently sized chunks of concrete. The pieces travelled at a fearsome speed they splattered all across the trees. Leaves and even branches were decapitated in the droves, and the concrete wall collapsed as if a cannon had gone off. Invictus was aware that his portrait was bouncing around. His increased facilities had allowed him to see Harry demolish the wall in slow motion. He realised that his grandson would be an absolute terror on the battlefield.

Harry was standing and while the first and second shields had dimmed from severe stress, the other two shields were perfectly solid. He was unharmed with not a single scratch. He however was tired as he had emptied at least seventy five per cent of his core. The effort left him breathless.

He then blinked back to Hermione and Remus.

"You just charged into a wall? Harry! That was reckless! What if the shield had collapsed and you splattered yourself like a fly?"

"I thought about that. I didn't hit the wall. The shield hit the wall. Also, the magic I am applying almost feels resonant. I will have to work out exactly what does the job."

"Still reckless Harry."

"Okay but Mione, we can smash through walls or even Death Eaters. I want you to imagine me charging into a Death Eater with an auto-shotgun and an energy bayonet. Total carnage."

"Oh grandson! That would be fantastic! How much magic you have left in the tank?"

"Just a quarter of my entire core, but I spent energy to ensure I would be safe. I will have to lean the process down. I plan to slam those motherfuckers into the ground. All shattered bones, broken spines, and total disfigurement. I think I will also work on throwing a punch and coordinating the apparition to deliver maximum force. As I said, the shield soaks up the damage."

"Reckless. Utterly reckless. What will I do with you? I should call aunt Priya right this moment!" replied Hermione who was still frightened, even though Harry seemed pretty unharmed.

"Hypocrite. Who was helping me with taming Fiendfyre in a Goblin Cave?"

Hermione began to scratch her head.

"You got me there. We will see if you will win this evening. Come inside I have some of the stuff from yesterday packed in baskets for you and Uncle Moony."

Harry and Remus collected their baskets and then Remus apparated home. Harry apparated to the Dursley kitchen and put away the items before apparating to the null-box, as Invictus congratulated his grandson. Harry was already considering how he could shape the shield into a battering ram to apply all the force at a point, or to spread out the damage.

"So grandson – pretty impressed. You will have to explain the science behind that one. What is the plan for this afternoon? I noticed that you aren't studying any magic or your other subjects as of lately?

"I am prepared for both the Maths and Physics GCSE examinations. I already know a lot of seventh-year magic. Remember the requirement is only to demonstrate the spells once in a controlled environment."

"Makes sense. Maybe you can sit the exams for Transfiguration, Charms and Runes. I.C.W exams probably?"

"Yes. I think if I do just certain subjects every year I will slip under the radar. I think I want to take my examinations in France. The plan for this afternoon is to investigate the magical pump. The bracelet is a priority. I will have to manufacture more power cells later in the week. Hermione is going to need them soon, for the potions production line."

"Well, chop chop?" Invictus replied.

Harry had spent the afternoon reusing much of his old projects. Now he had a tightly packaged but somewhat industrial looking wristband that would dampen the allure, far more efficiently, without the use of any external coils. An unusual but serpentine pattern coil along with some high tolerance machined parts had done the job. Klaus had no active jobs for the afternoon, and he cad cued up and manufactured the parts on some of his secondary machines. After a quick test, he was satisfied and decided to scavenge around in the baskets as he made himself a sandwich from what was left.

He prepared himself for the interrogation.

At exactly 6:55 p.m. Harry apparated directly to the Singh living room only to find Priya and Lorna gaping in shock as they realised that he had apparated silently with minimal noise in the room. Remus who had witnessed the antics earlier just laughed.

"Well well well, the Storm-Lord and the Storm-Priestess causing an international ruckus. Hello son. You have a lot of explaining to do. I am thinking about grounding you for a couple of months. Explain why I should not ground you?" Priya asked.

"You can ground me if you want mom, as long as you plan to run all my business operations? No problem." Harry replied.

"Oh…right….I forgot about that part." Priya replied as she realised that she had forgotten that Harry wasn't exactly a normal child. Children usually did not make two hundred thousand pounds a month. She continued:

"I almost want to smack you with a newspaper. But I guess you are quite right. Your excellence is frustrating you know…"

"I think you have a right to be angry. But aren't you curious as to what I accomplished in France?" he continued.

"The apparition? That is impressive actually. Silent and hardly noticeable. You can teach us that one, won't you?"

"Sure, but that was this morning. I went to France for other reasons."

"It gets worse doesn't it, son?" she said anxiously.

"Maybe? I got Invictus a door sized picture frame. The graphene that I sell is used in magical portrait ink. Not only was Matroness Delacour very pleased, but I also earned some favours from her. But most importantly, Invictus in his new frame can operate computers at lightning speed."

"Okay? Harry explain that one please" asked Lorna.

Priya gave Lorna a look that more or less expressed "Why are you asking?" even though she seemed curious herself. Priya understood that she was on the way to losing control of the situation again.

Harry then explained that wizarding newspapers used liquid crystals. The application of the protean charm, the portrait modifications and the optical triggering system were discussed, as suddenly something innocuous as the ability of a magical person within a portrait to light a torch, sit on a chair and or move around had been utilised in a creative way to trigger keyboard and mouse signals.

"So as long as it is computer controllable, Invictus can control it then?" Lorna asked.

"Correct. Look, light is light. If a person can make a light switch on and off…you have digital logic. I don't care if a hippopotamus has to switch it on, as long as something can switch it on. The result is that Gramps can find and catalogue any kind of information. He can even translate his work, as long as we get all the Peverell Notes as digital soft copies."

"That is a brilliant achievement. This is frustrating, I still want to wring your ears. I guess I love you too much," Priya replied in a half disappointed, half affectionate tone.

"Oh, that was one of the things I did. You see, I didn't check-in for a while with you and many things happened."

"Oh boy. Here we go again. What else Harry?"

"I developed a device that can convert magic to electricity. I can also use electricity to pump magic from the environment into power cells. I don't have to charge power cells with a wand anymore."

"You are kidding right?" asked Priya.

"Cant you remember when they went to the Shrieking Shack?" Lorna asked.

"No? I didn't read the message? Please son, continue the roller coaster die?"

"Sure mum. I suppose I can talk about many other things too. For example, we have two new French friends who are part-Veela. The magic that they naturally give off drives most boys crazy and makes a lot of people repulsed by their presence. I have a bracelet that will allow them to live a normal life. If they pass the trial phase, other people may want the bracelets. Manufactured both of them this evening."

"Nothing is ever simple with you. What else did you do in France?" Priya asked, very torn over whether to punish the boy or congratulate him. Priya was rather proud that he had improved somebody's quality of life. It would have been the exact thing that she would have done.

"Oh, you are going to love this one. I could also talk about the fact that all the drama resulted in you getting Healer Job for you in France. The French pay their magical doctors the same salary as their mundane doctors. So just as you made my dream come through, Hermione lobbied for you in her negotiations. The negotiations were for a seven million pound contract to manufacture her potion. By the way, you should congratulate her, the potion passed testing, it is safe."

"Wait daughter, you got an approximately seven million pound contract?" asked William.

"Not exactly, more like that is what we are being given to start manufacture of the potion, and a lot of that will be infrastructure that will reside in France. I get a royalty on every sale. I understand that France is aiming internationally, so it will be good pocket money."

"I don't know how to feel. I think I might need you to kick the boy again. You are out-earning your mother and myself. Draco? What sort of name is that? It sounds so self-important?" replied William.

"I have a healer job waiting for me in France?" Priya asked very softly.

"Sure. What do you think the drama was for? It was a show of power to everyone who was looking. Make friends with us, if you want our stuff? Naturally, we want favours if you are getting a low price. But my real question, the one that you can't answer is this mum…"

Priya held her breath. She began to feel the tables turning.

"What would Arjuna do if he was standing on the battlefield? What did he do after Lord Krishna spoke to him? I suppose he was wrong to fight the unrighteous later on? I listened when Grandpa read the Gita and the Mahabharat to me. Remember when my bones were being fixed? He used to read me to sleep sometimes. So, this is the one question you must answer. Are you suggesting leniency for known killers and rapists? What do you think they would do to you if they got a chance?" Harry replied, his voice genuinely curious.

It was at this point that the entire room which had no context to understand what was being spoken about became quiet. Although, some began to suspect that it was a moral debate on being righteous, based on the scriptural justification. Worse yet, the boy had used the religion of his mother, to make the argument. Harry continued:

"Think about this mum. We just stunned them and these people are part of a system where they cannot be penalized for their actions. Murders, Rapists and all the best kinds of people. Would Arjuna allow them to live, if he had Gandiva in his hand?"

Priya had not expected this argument from Harry and it put her in a problem. Technically, he was right. He did shoot a known supporter of the Dark Lord. How to argue against her scripture? Harry had done what Arjuna would have done. Arjuna had slain droves of the unrighteous in the Mahabharat war. Priya wondered if it would truly come to death and killing.

"Grrrrrrrr! This boy is the worst. What am I supposed to say?" she wondered to herself in her mind.

Harry continued:

"Lucius and his gang received warning shots. If they cannot change their ways, I will do exactly what Arjuna did. I will strike the unrighteous down with utter impunity. Understand that I use this example because it is what you would understand. My religious views as a Christian demand that I protect the weak and downtrodden. There is no damned working law system in the Wizarding world it's a bloody Wild Wild West."

"Well – I? But is that necessary? Do you plan to kill Harry?" asked Priya asked, not so sure that even she was convinced of her position.

"You have no idea mom, what it is like to see Avada Kedavra travelling at your face! I saw my mother Lilly Potter drop dead on the floor after begging for my life!

No mercy was given. Voldemort was happy to kill a baby in a cradle. The only thing I can tell you is that when your life is in danger and your response at that moment determines not only your fate but the fate of others you can crumple and fall or do what needs to be done. I don't think you know what it is like when death or danger is beating on your door. I pray every night that trouble won't find any of us here, but it is only so long until something will happen. That is the side effect of being around me."

William nodded his head as he remembered his days with his old unit. Justice sadly had a high cost, and that cost was always blood. William realised that Harry already understood a soldier's perspective. He had wanted to see how things would play out this evening. Harry's insight proved one thing – he had suffered too much already for merely a young man.

Harry continued:

"The Death Eaters will get some mercy in the beginning. You don't think they are already trying to move against me? Bah. The mercy period is the good in me hoping they might change. I am not asking you, Lorna, Hermione, Uncle William, Remus or anyone else to kill for me.

I will do it myself!

I understand I will be haunted for the rest of my life, but that isn't any different to what I have already suffered. Better I take the pain and the burden, so nobody loses a loved one later on. You don't think they will come for you and Lorna? And Hermione? And everyone?

They will come. And they will come to meet their deaths."

The full magnitude of being involved in a war finally hit Priya. Lorna on the other hand seemed to have already accepted Harry's position on the matter.

"If any man, woman or anything threatens my Hermione, I will ensure that they eat lead!" replied William Granger.

"Anybody touches a hair on Harry's head? I will lop their heads off. Simple." said Hermione.

"And anybody touches my pack here, I will tear their necks out." Replied Remus.

"I had hoped after I healed you, we could just live here in the non-magical world. I don't want you to fight it is dangerous. How could I send my son off to war? I had hoped that your inventions would occupy you to the point that you would forget about these things."

"I know mum, I know – that is because you love me to the end of the world. But I love all of you too. And you are asking me to not take steps to protect the people I love? How could you ask me to sit, idly by?"

Suddenly everyone softened in the room, as the boy continued:

"No mum, these 'people' will get a taste of what warfare is like, in the 21st century. Death Eaters want to conduct warfare by standing in groups, and bombarding crowds with undirected spells? Bah. Death Eaters do not use tactics. But I certainly will.

Morons will be shot. And who survive, will be shot…..again!"

Priya who was rather agreeable and soft-spoken still seemed to disapprove. Lorna who was looking at her friend realised that perhaps the issue was that she was deep down, was still scared.

"Pri, I know you don't like violence. You don't like to fight. I remember that you didn't want to use the Bombarda on the Death Eater who was chasing us in Hogsmeade. However, we can't keep hiding. Moldypants is coming back.

Never in the history of the magical world have we had such disruptive things at our disposal. Harry still has many years to train, learn and develop his arsenal. And Hermione our girl here isn't letting Harry have all the fun alone. We will need one of the best healers to patch us up and I am looking at her right now. We have our tools.

But what you need to do is bring the honey badger to the forefront. Show them that Hufflepuff has the worst claws and teeth when they get angry. You seem to forget that the Honey Badger can screw over snakes, lions and eagles. Show your damned teeth! We signed up for this when we decided Harry Potter was our business. Would you give up Harry for a peaceful life?"

"Never!" Pria answered, with a little bravery in her voice.

"Then swallow that fear sweetie and become the witch. Go headstrong into the magical world. Train. Prepare. How will things get better for those who are coming after us?"

"Moldypants won't be able to take France because they don't have muggleborn discrimination there. As Clementine said, they are all children of the Revolution. The French might be open to hand to hand combat instruction and rifle training. Luis Delacour, the Head Auror of the French DMLE had mentioned it at dinner," replied Hermione.

"They are open to that?" asked William.

"Yes, I didn't mention it, sorry. That has to do with the deal between Harry and Luis. I too, want to be able to put any goon down with my bare hands. Who better than you to train me?"

"Atta girl. It seems daddy's girl is both her mother and her father. Brains, Beauty and a Brawler. As long as your grades are stellar, you can receive training." Wiliam replied.

"Maybe I can start by joining that morning run of yours son?" asked Priya.

"You should. Your magical core as an adult will still increase. Finish up with the kids at school, and let them know you have a new opportunity abroad. I was told the French do not work obsessive hours. You will have plenty of time to train and practice. Your healing will get better as we develop more potions and devices? And as your magical core gets more sensitive?

You don't have to fight directly. But if I don't have your support, how will I ever succeed?"

Priya walked over to Harry and hugged him gently as she whispered,

"I guess it is real now. I am fully in. It isn't in my nature to fight. But…I think I understand. You are right – Lord Krishna would be disappointed if I didn't stand up for what was right. Just keep me informed of your plans as they happen."

"Daughter mine, you remind me so much of my darling Lucretia. She was just like you – kind and a healer. She never liked fighting. Soft-spoken and kind to the end of the Earth. With the restorations that were done to my frame, I remembered something. Did you know that the three unforgivable were developed as first aid spells by my daughter?" Invictus commented from his picture frame around Harry's neck.

"At this point, I am just taking it as it comes. But did she invent those spells?" questioned Priya.

"The Avada Kedavra is painless. It was designed to be humane. The Crucio works like that electrical machine that restarts the heart. On a healthy person it probably overloads the..what is it you people call the tree of life?..right, the nervous system as you modern people call it. The Imperio was designed to get resistant patients to cooperate."

"It makes sense why the Protego cannot block them. They were never combat spells" Harry asked.

"Correct. But your approach with the Armor has been successful. I remember vaguely reading that Galucon had wanted to do what you did, but he was limited by the materials and knowledge of his time. The real me and him, if they are up there in the veil, they are probably cheering you on Harry.

Ved and Amba who had been busy with other commitments joined the commotion. Ved had heard the conversation in passing, and he had seen the magical newspapers earlier. Amba and Ved to Priya's frustration, had decided not to say anything after she requested that they convince him not to fight. Their help was rather scarce this evening, besides the tea that had been kindly provided. Ved had lost a childhood friend due to a murder that had been committed by a local mob leader back in India. While the incident had happened far away from where he had lived, it was an event that had changed him forever. Naturally, with the right politicking from the perpetrators, the case had been dismissed as "inconclusive". Ved understood injustice.

There had always been a running joke in Indian families in particular – that grandchildren could do no wrong in the eyes of Indian grandparents. In this case, it certainly was so this afternoon. Ved certainly felt nervous about the ruckus that seemed to follow his grandson, but when he reflected upon the lessons he had shared with Harry, he realised that a lion could never be silenced from his natural form.

As Ved and Amba sat down he began:

"Grandson, those men who you shot those men follow the man who killed your parents?"

"They do. Raping and killing are what they do, also," replied Harry.

"Good. Protect yourself. Priya do not discourage the boy from doing what is right. Your only job is to help him become untouchable. And to help heal the sick and wounded."

"Since when you were so forward about conflict? I remember you telling me to stay out of trouble? Keep my head down and work hard?" asked Priya.

"I did tell you that and it did work for a while, but trouble came to find Harry in his cradle. He had no choice in the matter. You are being tested like I was tested when I was young. I lost a dear friend to an uncaring system. But I did not fight. No, after Abhi my childhood friend was killed, I ran away. I did not end up in England by coincidence. I was running from the pain."

Priya became silent. Amba seemed to nod, she already knew.

"I could not dream to have the bravery Harry has and as long as he out to deal with the unrighteous, he will always have a place in this house and an ear to listen to him when he needs it. No different to what I have given you Priya.

And in any case, when I told you such things I assumed that the Wizarding World had a working justice system. But if people can just appear and cast curses and magic that kills in an instant, what defence do you expect us to have?

We as your parents are very much dependent on you and Harry. Harry's inventions put us at peace. He has things that even we can use. We dearest daughter, are not magical like you!"

"Guess we are revolutionaries now Lorna. For a snake and a badger, I guess we don't do too bad." Priya replied.

"You know talking about that, if the problem is that people are going to come after us, maybe we just need to disappear?" mentioned Harry.

"Aren't we going behind the wards soon?" asked Remus.

"Correct but I like the idea of particularly Grandpa, Grandma and mum living next to me. We can build a separate house on the Peverell Land. This isn't because I want to uproot your life, rather I prefer you not out in the open. Or rather we build the house, and you continue to live here. When the war starts you move across."

"That seems sensible" Lorna replied.

"Lorna had suggested something that only Remus and Hermione know about – she suggested that I fake my death. Just imagine the ruckus! Harry Potter dies of heart disease in his sleep. Remember the business is registered to Hadrian Peverell, that fake identity the Goblins did for me is nifty. The unethical thing is that we will have to put whoever is verifying my death under a strong confounds charm. Hermione and I cannot attend Hogwarts and get into Imperial College at the same time. We will do the magical exams privately. However, we do know other children who will be going to Hogwarts. They will collect information and will keep us informed. We will operate right under Dumbledore's nose.

When crap hits the fan, we show up packing everything." explained Harry.

"I personally think it would be the best way to operate under the radar, as they say?" Remus replied.

"Yes. In any case, Harry deciding not to come to Hogwarts to go to Imperial college? That will cause too much fuss. It is better this way. By the way, our local muggleborn news network is totally on fire. The story going about in the teenage magazines for publication tomorrow, is that the unknown wizard has a fit bod!" giggled Lorna.

The whole room exploded in laughter as Lorna tried her best to take the edge off the conversation.

"Excellent. Well, I have a sharp nose and I can smell the onions frying off. We might as well eat. Grandma?"

"Ay, you mischief-maker you! Your nose is pretty good, eh? Everyone get seated then." Amba replied.

The dinner would continue into the night as everyone realised that things are now moving in a different direction.

Chapter 55: Sometimes you need to run, before you walk.

Christmas and the new year came quietly. After the charged conversation on the 22nd of December, by the 25th it was back to the dinners and the relaxation. Harry had gotten a signal generator and Hermione had gotten a basic chromatography setup. All the other gifts were in one way or the other sentimental. However, Harry did supply the men with quality German tools and Hermione had given assorted household appliances that were useful. Which woman did not want a Kitchen-Aid stand mixer?

Harry had finally gotten the elves to accept uniforms and their general health was improving. He had figured out how to colour the energy by linking his 'elf-cradle' to the Peverell wardstone. Now the energy produced by his generators was coloured with his gratitude and essence, through the house magic.

On the last day of the old year, Harry sat down at a little garden that he personally maintained at Peverell Manor. He began to commit ideas to his notebook - he considered how he could help his godbrother, Neville Longbottom. The information that he had uncovered, indicated that his parents were alive, but they were essentially vegetables. He suspected that the nerve endings had been forced to trigger randomly. Harry's personal experience of his consciousness retreating into his mind under pain made him wonder if Alice and Frank were perfectly conscious and trapped. Perhaps the unique brand of Occlumency that Harry was hoping to develop would create an entirely new set of tools to aid him.

For the rest of the week well into the new year, Harry worked on designing the potion production line. Hermione had been contacted by the French Ministry of Magic via email, as arrangements were made for Harry to supply all the equipment and the other necessary components for the potion production. The French had decided to use an old building that was not magical and this would allow Harry to use standard power plugs. By the end of the week, the French Ministry had the requisition list. The brewing would be done automatically via electronics. Harry and Hermione were pretty excited as they had sized the production line to employ at least 60 people.

The calls and the intermittent chats continued every day. Fleur adored the camera on her smartphone as she documented unique potion ingredients (which Hermione was interested in) and a lot of the magical creatures which existed in France. Many of the abandoned hallways on Beauxbatons were frequented by Matagots and Harry and Hermione met Armand, Fleur's favourite cat.

Harry decided to call Clementine to discuss the cost of the bracelets – Harry had only worked in a small free for his expertise. Most of the expense came from the machine shop costs. Clementine was only too happy to pay whatever he had asked, and she found his prices rather competitive.

Harry, who wanted to hit two birds with one stone, made a list of all the equipment that Clementine would need if to explore technological solutions for printing and art. He supplied her with a list of all the items and she indicated that she would have all the items ready for him. Saturday afternoon during the second week of January, a simple question was posed to William by Harry:

"Hey Uncle William, how do you feel about a trip to France? We are going to deliver some devices and set up a small office space. Delacour residence. You off from work for tomorrow afternoon?"

"Well as I am off the clock, sure. Tomorrow afternoon? I can do that."

"Yeah. No fuss this time, no fancy robes or masks and whatnot. But walk with your gun. We will be apparating directly to France. Grace has sorted out the problem. No more disorientation."

"I hope you develop an independent teleporter. I would love to go to French Bistros regularly. Or other places."

"I will put it on the list. That I think is something I also want for myself too. That is a tactical advantage that we need."

Harry had arranged with Grace to carry William. Harry was pretty sure based on the finetuning he had done, he could reach the outside gate of Delacour mansion, with Hermione in tow. While Hermione had learnt to apparate quickly enough with Harry's optimisations, she could only manage only local apparition within England. It was still an unprecedented amount of mobility. Most adult wizards struggled with cross-country apparition.

She managed to apparate about two hundred kilometres to a Fish and Chip shop that had won the National Awards, only to realise that she was drained. Whootsy had to bring her back. She reasoned that perhaps a one hundred kilometre range inclusive of the return trip was her effective distance.

But hey, she had managed a fantastic Fish and Chips at least.

Saturday afternoon after they were ready, the apparition began out of the Granger living room. Upon arrival, Grace nuzzled Harry after she realised that Harry had done quite an impressive distance by himself. She was quite proud of her partner-of-heart.

"Well, any chop? Or you alright dad?" asked Hermione.

"I could get accustomed to this. If you learn the language well enough, you owe me a couple of dates in the countryside indeed. Quality father and daughter time."

"You bet, Dad. It makes me proud that I can foot the bill?"

Harry and everyone else laughed. After a short walk into the property, Harry found Clementine, Fleur and Gabrielle waiting for them.

Fleur and Gabrielle were quite aware that Harry had refined the device. They had gained an appreciation for how non-magical manufacturing worked as they often looked back at the CNC machining and other video clips that had been sent. After the traditional French greeting was observed, Clementine commented:

"Hello Harry and Hermione, it is good to see both of you once again. I must compliment how quickly both of you work. I suppose you like the hustle and bustle. As you can see my granddaughters are very excited. Ah, you must be Dr Granger? I can see the look on your face! Such serious eyes!"

"A pleasure to meet you. I would like to see what are the things that this bunch get up to." William replied with a small laugh.

"Only admirable things! Come Fleur and Gabrielle, it seems Harry is ready for both of you!" the woman replied.

"Well Fleur and Gabrielle, I tested them, and these are far more efficient. You will find as the bars on the powerpack fill up, you can swap them into the generator. I have a newer generator coming soon, just shuffling so many things. Well, here it goes."

Clementine smiled. She knew he was busy planning to break into Azkaban.

Harry presented Gabrielle and Fleur with their bracelets. Harry then explained (with help from Clementine) the operation of the device. The drainage of the Aura could be adjusted and for now, both of them would have to use a person who was usually affected by the allure as a calibration tool to set the drain speed. He selected an initial setting based on what he could see with his Mage sight. After the aura damping had been set up, Clementine led the entire group to the outhouse as they apparated to the new office space. They arrived without fuss as Grace made her way to Fleur's shoulder. Naturally, Grace would not deny herself her cuddle session.

The new office space was full of boxes. Harry had specified almost everything under the sun, within reason. Harry and Hermione began to calculate where everything could be placed, and William made himself useful by bringing some of the heavier objects. While Fleur and Gabrielle marvelled at how high quality the bracelets looked, the pair unboxed everything. As the evening progressed and the office space was set up, the pair laughed the evening away as they introduced Clementine to Internet Memes, Star Wars and all other types of media and animations that would be considered irrelevant to other wizards, but very relevant to Clementine's curiosity. After all, she wanted to find out the things that inspired Harry, and he had not disappointed with his explanations. Fleur and Gabrielle waved when the pair were ready to depart. They both understood the message - it was a simple and gracious thank you from their French Friends.

Harry apparated Hermione while Grace brought William back to the living room.

"Well, that is pretty amazing. I was in France ten seconds ago. Too bad your world comes full of other unusual terrifying things. I hope I don't ever run into a Dragon or a Dementor" commented William.

"Trust me dad, most wizards don't want a run-in with a dragon. But if I know Harry, he might try to fight one."

"From what Lorna told me in passing, both of you are far ahead of magical children your age. That makes me feel proud." William replied.

Sunday morning, Harry went to Church and relaxed as he enjoyed the service. He allowed the music to fill his ears and he listened closely to the sermon. By the time lunchtime had arrived, Harry was home and wondering how to go about the next phase of armour development.

While he was away on the previous day, the rest of his parts had arrived. Harry had opted for a stainless steel skeleton for his Armor. The pieces included solid articulated braces that ran from his hips to his soles. They featured axial bearings at the knee joint and then a carbon fibre tub had been bolted to a tapered aluminium back piece. This back piece had been machined with two small thruster vents and the rest of the structure possessed many watertight pockets and covers. In another box, was an entire harness that had been custom designed by an American rock climbing company. Harry then trial fitted the exoskeleton brace on himself and began to slowly fasten all the straps. As Harry ensured that the entire assembly was to his liking, he decided to test the charcoal thrusters, before he utilised the aerogel.

Harry transplanted the internals of his previous prototype, then poked his wand into the intake and cancelled all the spells with a powerful finite. He prepared to reapply all of his mother's custom spells in succession.

"Right so Velocitas Tempestas for the thruster, Aquila Mens Agilitas for the control system, Cogitavi Supernatet for the auto-flotation, Potentia Copia for the power store, Lungere ac Disponere to join all the systems.

Hmmm I wonder if…"

Harry decided to install one of his bigger, fully charged power cells into the backpack. This would ensure that the thrusters could use as much power as they needed. Harry then read the footnote that his mother had left in the margin.

Reminder: Make sure the broom is lying flat and the broom handle is pointing to your right when you apply the control system spell. Orientation Matters.

"Hmm….maybe I just need to make the thruster perpendicular to this direction? Hmm…." he wondered to himself. He carefully reoriented the backpack in the direction where his body would be in line with the thrust. He then applied each spell, while thinking about how he expected the backpack to fly. He considered that a small test around the neighbourhood, with his invisibility to be acceptable, now that the charms were done. A fall from about ten meters could hardly emulate the ridiculous amount of energy the shield had taken when he had smashed into the wall. He added extra power packs to his shield vambrace and told Invictus that they were going for a 'top-secret' test flight of the bare exoskeleton.

"Well grandson, let us see. I am pretty excited. Am I going around your neck?"

"Nah built a harness for my chest that fits your frame, look here."

"Oh well, put me in?"

Harry attached Invictus and then closed the door to the null-box, before locking it.

"Alright gramps we are invisible. So..floating..now.."

Harry suddenly found himself floating about one metre off the ground. He then willed the thruster to crawl at a snail's pace, by controlling his back. He spent the next hour, practising to move around, by twitching his back. He also explored descending controllably and cutting the thrust to land on his feet. He was surprised at how natural the jetpack felt. There was no panic, no feeling of being unbalanced and there was just something that made his magic and his reflexes feel comfortable and at home. He soon found himself jumping and landing on the roof in a controllable manner.

"Grace?" Harry yelled.

Grace apparated and then alighted on the ground as she could not land on Harry's shoulder. She watched on as her wizard slowly floated between the wall and an air-conditioning unit that prevented prying eyes from observing his experiment. Grace concluded that Harry seemed to be rather at ease, being in the air.

"Can you apparate us to a place where nobody will notice? I don't mind flying next to you. Keep in mind I will be invisible, but I will be close enough for you to hear me. I did promise you we would go flying. Gramps is here too."

Harry then landed on his feet and Grace flew over and apparated Harry to a beautiful beach that seemed to be free of people. The sunset was glorious and there were a lot of open grassy areas. Strangely, it was all deserted. Harry took out his phone and used Google maps. They were in Cornwall and it was one of those well secluded little havens, that met the sea. Grace wasted no time getting up into the air. Harry then hit the invisibility and jumped into the air and began willing the thruster to slowly increase in speed. Harry soon found himself flying an easy 80 kph next to Grace.

"Hey Gracie, right next to you, not to worry!"

Grace increased her speed and began to bank and turn as Harry followed. They then flew over the grasslands before flying vertically upwards. Now Harry was looking down on the area and he could see a large portion of the sea. It was probably five hundred metres in the air and he felt chilly. He did manage to warm himself with his magic and decided that some type of flight suit would be necessary. As he floated, he gingerly took his phone out and carefully filmed the sunset, without twitching his back too much. After he had gotten enough footage, he put the phone away safely in his pocket and zipped it shut. Grace began to glide downwards, as she accelerated towards the ground. Harry then called upon his magic and began to sharpen his reflexes.

Suddenly it was like another world had opened up to him. He suddenly began to feel his muscles and understood which areas he could hold tense and in which way to spread out his limbs. Harry was now flying neck to neck at Grace's top speed of approximately 200 kph. Harry was struggling to keep his eyes open, but he managed. He took a small orbit of the entire area and then slowed down and take some spectacular shots of the night sky before landing on the beach.

Grace alighted on his shoulder and nuzzled him affectionately. She was very pleased that she had company for her evening stretch. He decided next time he was bringing his helmet when he took the jetpack for a spin. Harry also considered he needed some type of navigation interface if he didn't wish to fly blind. He explained to Grace that he wanted to try something new – he wanted to apparate while being suspended mid-air, with the target being five meters above the null-box. Grace immediately apparated out and Harry thought about exactly where he wanted to reappear.

Harry found himself floating right above the null box, cloaked and under hover mode. This confirmed that apparition could link any two points in space if you had a device to take care of keeping you suspended.

Harry sent the pictures to Hermione with a cheeky remark, "Guess who can fly now?"

Hermione replied, "For keeping the wall fiasco and this other secret of yours, I will require a lunch of my choice."

"Deal. Don't tell mum." Harry replied as he gave into Hermione's takeout bribery.

Harry decided that he would remove the charcoal thrusters, install the aerogel pieces and design some type of interface that could point him in the necessary directions. Maybe some type of haptic interface instead of something optical would be appropriate as he could not deal with advanced optical systems yet.