Summary- Harry made a huge mistake at the end of his second year. One that followed through for the year stealing nearly everything from him, but once given a chance to get it all back Harry quickly takes it. However not everything turns out like Harry would have expected it to. Now how will Harry deal with being in the world of the Walking dead, even if being there did give him back what he lost? Will he find it worth it? Or will he attempt to go back to the world he was in before even when he knows what is waiting for him there?
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, or the Walking dead.
Chapter one
The second Harry jumped through the Veil, and after seeing a chilling, yet very familiar, green light hit right behind him as he did so. As it seems Dumbledore had stopped cursing him and was hoping to end up before he could truly escape, He found himself almost wishing he hadn't gone through the veil in the first place. Almost that it, but at the same time he couldn't quite bring himself to do so.
This was because the second after he had leaped through the veil Harry found himself being pulled, twisted and pushing in all different directions. All at what seemed to be at the same time. Leaving Harry wondering if that was how play dough felt like at times.
Not to mention wondering why this hadn't been in the book. As it seemed like something he would have included. As well as wondering if the killing curse Dumbledore had thrown at the veil had done anything; as he had never read anything like that happening before. Hell, the book about the veil never included anyone throwing a spell at said veil especially when someone was going through it.
Even as he wondered this, Harry felt what he now figured was the changes he needed to best adapt him to whatever world he landed in was occurring. The pain Harry felt as all of this happened, wasn't the worst pain he had ever been put through; not even close to it.
In fact, it wasn't actually painful to Harry but the sheer strangeness he felt as this happened, wasn't something he was used to; not in the least bit. As he had been trained to be more used to pain than anything else; including the feeling of sheer oddness he was currently feeling.
Something that was now close to the feeling of an itch in a place he never felt before let alone could reach. Because currently Harry felt like he was somehow being molded into something. A feeling he was unsure how he should react to; especially as he got the feeling nothing, he did in here would change what was going to happen to him.
However, it was the thought of finally having his freedom, finally being known as him, be it Harry Potter or whatever name he chose to call himself in this new world. Instead of a weapon of the light, as so many had taken to calling him in the last year of so, caused Harry to grit his teeth and try his best to ignore all the weirdness he was currently feeling.
At least Harry thought he was gritting his teeth but given just how badly the veil was messing with his body, not to mention with his mind, he wasn't completely sure about that. But at least mentally that was what he felt he was doing. Just baring with it until it was all done.
It was by doing this, by reminding himself that once this was done, he would be one step closer to his freedom. Something that Harry wanted so badly that he could taste it. Something that had been denied for him for so long that he had been willing to chance dying to get it. And something that was now just in his reach; all he had to do was wait just a little bit longer.
After what felt like hours of being turned to what Harry was sure was putty, and seemingly molded into something else, Harry found himself feeling whole once more. Before it felt like he was literally being spat out by something; a feeling that wasn't pleasant in the least bit.
Because honestly Harry got the feeling, he could now say he knew what it felt like to be chewed up and spat out by something. Something that left Harry desperately wanting a shower for reason he really didn't want to think about.
But at the same time, at least now he was free of the veil and in whatever world that the Veil had sent him into. One where Harry could hopefully finally have his freedom. Where he wouldn't be called a weapon, and where he could find out just who he was, and what he wanted to do with his life now that he had a choice. In a world that would give him the fresh start he craved so much that he had been willing to risk everything to get to.
Harry after the veil had released him into whatever world it had decided to let him go in. couldn't stop himself from moving, at first, as he stumbled around a bit; nearly falling flat on his face as he did so. This was mainly due to how sudden the landing was but as soon as Harry got a handle on his feet, he quickly jerked up straight just in time to avoid actually falling.
This turned out to be an exceptionally good thing, because just as Harry jerked up straight and stopped stumbling, he noticed that he was at the very edge of a cliff. One that he really didn't want to fall down but nearly just did and would have if he hadn't caught his balance in time.
A fall like that while most likely not being enough to kill him had would have certainly done some serious damage to him, and at the same time would have most likely brought some very unwanted attention to him, in someway or another. Especially considering how fast Harry could heal at times; if that wasn't something that had changed in his trip through the veil.
Once he was completely steady Harry and had backed far away from the edge of the cliff, Harry began to look for the nearest reflective surface he could find. Needing to know just what changes had occurred when the Veil was making him adapt to whatever world he was going to. As he knew there had to be some changes since he vividly remembered the feelings, he had felt during the trip through said veil.
So, knowing this, and because of a combination of both his training, as well as his natural curiosity, made it so one of the first things Harry wanted to know what had happened to him. As well as wondering if these changes could give him a hint as to what type of world he maybe in at the same time.
After all, with all the twisting, squashing feeling and generally feeling as he had been turned to gum, chewed up, and then spat out, something big must have happened, right? Similar, but hopefully not exactly like, the water world that he had read about; or at least that is what Harry had figured.
Only to be slightly stunned, as well as a bit confused, when upon looking into the reflection in the small pound that had happened to be nearby, that there didn't seem to be any changes to him whatsoever; he hadn't even been de-aged or anything like that. Hell, his hair hadn't even been pulled out of the short ponytail he usually put the shoulder length hair in.
What surprised him was the lack of deaging. Which was one of the first things Harry figured that the veil might do. Because in his mind children blended in better than a random adult did, at least when it came to suddenly appearing in different places.
Plus, most the time people tended to overlook children unlike with most adults. Then again at the age of seventeen Harry, wasn't exactly considered an adult by most people standers so maybe the Veil hadn't de-aged him because of that? As a lot of people also overlooked teenagers the same way they did children; assuming certain things depending on where they were.
Not to mention, while Harry could look intimidating when he wanted to, he also could look rather harmless as well; especially when he was wearing the baggy clothes that he currently had on. So maybe the Veil figured Harry was well enough, at least on the outside, to fit in the world it had dumped him?
Confused but at the same time feeling slightly grateful that there hadn't been any real changed, and that he hadn't been de-aged like he had thought he was going to. Harry couldn't help but give a slight breath of relief. Because despite how he acted, and what he had thought, Harry hadn't really wanted there to be changes to his body; at least nothing incredible major.
Mainly because Harry really didn't want to have to retrain whatever his new body may have been, but at the same time he had been ready to accept them if he had to. Because after all while the training he had been out through had been utter hell, there was no way he was going to let all those years go to waste. Not now when all that training could certainly be used to defend himself with, instead of being a collared, controlled, weapon to whatever plans the Headmaster may have had.
Now seeing that he didn't have to accept any changes, Harry was about to start to walk around and take a look at what his new world was; happy for his new-found freedom. Happy that he was no longer considered the weapon of the light, like head been for the last several years.
Though at the same time he was wondering just what the veil had done to him, and how without any visible changes in what he had undergone, would he be able to find out about the new world he was now in. At least without some serious research, that could raise suspicions about him if the things he was researching ended up being things that were so obvious everyone knew them.
That is when the memories hit. It seemed that while the Veil hadn't changed him much physically it had done something rather big after all. Unlike what Harry had originally believed after first seeing his reflection after landing.
As it turns out the veil, had given Harry what could qualify as several years' worth of medical knowledge's, along with all the knowledge Harry would have gained if he had remained in a normal school and had worked his way through to a college education; like he had been planning before he had ever found out he was a wizard.
A collage education in the medical field that is; one that was geared towards healing what Harry called battle wounds or larger trauma wounds. Which were things like cuts, burn, bullet wounds, animal attacks and broken bones.
Something Harry was really grateful for, and when added to the information he had on healing others with magic; which Harry learned from healing himself from all the injuries he had received during his 'training'. Made Harry feeling a lot more comfortable about where he was, made him feel a lot more useful than he had been. Not to mention made Harry feel that much safer about his place in this new world.
Because it seemed like the Veil had felt Harry's deep longing to be able to help others, instead of attacking them, and had done its best to grant Harry his inner unspoken wish. To have something that could help him feel just the smallest bit better about all the death and destruction he had been forced to do while in the war he had been part of; a sense he would never have gotten otherwise. Making Harry once more grateful for the fact he had stepped through the veil in the first place.
Harry while he was thinking on this, or to be more précises while he was thinking of ways to combine his magical healing with the medical knowledge he had just received, Harry felt his eyes widen as a sudden thought hit him.
He hadn't thought to actually check to see if he still had his magic to begin with; or for that matter any of the things he had attempted to take with him. After all the book had said in some case the veil took things away things to make a person better suited for the world they were going in. And now that he was thinking about it, he was seriously hoping that if that was the case, the veil hadn't taken anything from him; at least not anything he felt was really important. Like say his magic altogether.
Harry had only assumed that the veil had given him the knowledge and that was the only thing that had been changed about him. Harry already knew assuming was a really bad thing, so he wasn't quite sure why he had just done so again.
Just looking back on what assuming had got him when it came to the training Dumbledore had been talking about, when he had been twelve, after all. Knowing this, experience all that assuming had gotten him, really should have seriously taught him to do otherwise. At the same time, he just prayed he didn't make a mistake in assuming this about the veil. And that for once he did have some luck on his side.
That in mind and feeling terrified that he could have lost his magic. Which, despite everything he had been through because of said magic, had been his only source of comfort he had during the hardest parts of his training.
If only because his magic had been the only thing that had always been there for him no matter what. Not to mention his magic always seemed willing to help or heal him unlike any of the others around him; making Harry become rather attached to it.
Which wasn't helped by the fact a lot of Harry's plans did partially depend on him having his magic. Despite the fact he had undergone some equally as harsh more mundane like training over the years as well. And the fact that he knew that he shouldn't have any plans that hinge on his magic in the first place; as he didn't want to become someone who relied solely on his magic like the majority of the British wizarding world had.
Knowing this, Harry decided that he needed to check once and for all if he had lost his magic. That he needed to see if the Veil had taken his magic in return for sending him to the new world. In return for all the information it had just granted him. Which was now one of Harry's currently worse fears, right up there with the Headmaster somehow finding a way to drag him back; even if that was supposed to be impossible if he himself didn't want to go.
And to do this Harry decided to try to attempt to unshrink the trunk he had brought with him. Which he could still feel was attached to him despite everything that had happened during the trip through the veil.
After all, unshrinking the trunk in question would let Harry to several things at once, one find out if he still had his magic, two get his supplies out and finally three check if everything was still there.
Seeing as the trunk that Harry had brought with him during his escape was one, he hoped that he would be able to keep with him. Mainly because after he had heard what was planned for him and had decided to get away before it could actual happen to him, was a trunk he had quickly stored all the supplies he had on him.
As well as, everything else he could think of that he might need to survive whatever world he might be dumped into; some of which he had actually stolen from the stores around the Ministry before he had gone into it. And a trunk he had shrunk and transformed into a small fang like earring that was currently still attached to his right ear. So, at the very least he still knew it was on him.
With carful hands and rather slow movements, as if he was afraid of what he would find out, Harry took out his the almost shark looking tooth earring out of his ear. Before placing it in front of him; on a nearby flat surfaced rock. One that made the earring in question looks smaller than ever but was about the right size for his trunk to fit; if he could unshrink it that is.
Then after using all of his senses to check if there was anyone one around him, something Harry realized he should have done earlier but hadn't. And then upon sensing that there wasn't anyone nearby, raised one of his hands towards the earring; calling on his magic up as he did so. Almost feeling like holding his breath as he did so; as if that would help changing anything.
Using his hand to channel his magic, seeing as he had been forced to learn wandless and wordless magic by his so call 'mentors' over the years. In a sink or swim kind of way, via taking his wand from him and telling him to defend himself from the curse they threw at him despite said lack of wand.
Something that took Harry a while to learn, and something that had also been awfully slow learning at the beginning. But in the end, even if it had been sheer necessary Harry had been able to learn wandless, wordless, magics. Which was another reason that Harry wanted to have his magic it had always been there for him when he really needed it; helping him anyway it could.
Be it shielding him in some way, healing him, or bringing things he needed to him or in front of him. It had just always been there for him for as long as he could remember, even before he knew what exactly his magic was, and losing it would cause something deep within Harry to break. In a way Harry was sure he'd wouldn't be able to fix if it did happen. In way that not even the cruel training he had been forced had been able to break him.
Harry felt nothing but utter relieve when he felt a very familiar rush go through him. Harry feeling this familiar rush felt his eyes widen and moisten a bit, in an extremely rare display of emotions, as the once fang shaped earring shifted back into the trunk shape it had been before starting to grow.
Not stopping in growing until the former earring was a muti-compartment waist high pitch-black trunk; just like it had been before he had transformed it into an earring. Just as it had been when he had managed to sneak it out of the Black family vaults.
Harry after the trunk was fully restored and after he had been reassured that yes, he still did have his magic, he decided to go with his next step. Which was a just in case search through of said trunk. To check over everything that was in it, to see if anything in it had gone missing; the paranoia that had been literally trained into him wouldn't let him to anything else.
So, with that in mind, Harry open up his trunk and went inside it; being careful to keep said trunk being too attention grabbing as he did so. Mainly by having it hidden by the rock surrounding the area he had ended up in.
Because he knew that it would be rather odd if someone came a crossed such a fancy looking trunk laying open on the middle of the cliff on the outside. Though at the same time he wasn't so worried about the last bit because the trunk in question was rather well protected; against others with magic as well as muggles.
In fact, it was one of the strongest protected, not to mention one of the largest, trunks, Harry could find that belonged to the Black family; and that now belonged to him. Not to mention it had some of the strongest protection geared to keeping everyone else but him from being able to get into said trunk; or even see it some cases. Which came in handy when it came to hiding the fact he had gotten said truck
Which was something Harry had gone through a bit of hell to get, that even with the training he had been given, had been extremely difficult to pull off. It was also something that at the time, had taken all Harry's skills to load up and get away to being with without anyone finding out about. Mainly because the order tried to never let Harry out of their site for some reason or other.
But in the end, all the time and effort Harry had put in it, seemed to have been utterly worth it. Considering just what he had managed to bring with him because of said trunk. Even if it did take a good year of planning and sneaking around to get everything he wanted done. And even if he did end up really rushing through said plan in the end. After he had found out just what the end plan for him was going to be.
Not that that mattered now, as he was free. And currently checking out the inside of his trunk. Which was actually made up of seven different compartments, each one at least the size of the great hall in Hogwarts, and each one awarded to the max to keep them protected as well as hidden.
The first room, and the room you entered as soon as you passed the identification wards that were on the entrance of the trunk. Was actually the smallest of the compartments out of the lot and was a rather simple; for the Black family room that is. It was what the Black's considered to be a small bedroom with several bookshelves along the walls, as well as a small fireplace off further in the back of the compartment in question.
This compartment also included a small bathroom that could be found off to on the right side of the bedroom; opposite of the fireplace. It was a place where Harry could go in and relax for once. Where Harry could actually drop the constant guard he had on himself at nearly all times; even if only for a little bit. And if only because he knew that the wards on the trunk wouldn't let anyone but him, and those he had invited, in.
The second compartment, or room, was one of Harry's favorites and was actually one large room that was split into several smaller rooms. This compartment was also the most commonly used part of Harry's trunk; even more than the bedrooms at times.
One of these room of which was the Kitchen, where Harry could take his mind off things and work of some of his frustrations by cooking. Something that, despite the attempts of everyone around him who always tried to stop him from doing so. As it really didn't fit the image Dumbledore wanted him to have. This compartment also held storage for his food rather it be the food he cooked or was going to cook; it was located in the second room of that particular compartment; right beside the kitchen.
It was a storage that was packed as tightly as it could be and had multiples of everything Harry could think of when it came to cooking. Be it spices, flour, eggs, sugar, butter and everything else that could be used for cooking. And all of which Harry had gradually stolen over the years from the Hogwarts's storage system.
Though he was rather happy with the fact that all of said food was all under powerful preservation charms. Ones that Harry knew would last for years and keep everything in them as fresh as it could be.
Making this room something Harry felt was vital to his escaped, considering he didn't know just what type of world he was going to end up in. Or if he would be able to even safely be able to eat or handle to food that was said world; or if there would be any food wherever he had landed on to begin with. And that was even with the veil changing him, he wanted to be prepared just in case.
Behind the storage was, the third room, which what could be called an Ice box; acting remarkably similar to a freeze or fridge would in the muggle world. What it held was several premade foods, along with the meats that needed to be kept cold. As well as drinks of all sorts be it Muggle drinks, magical drinks.
Or the entire storage of the Black family wines and other alcoholic drinks that both the Potter family as well as the Black family had in their storages. Most of which, at least when it came to the last of the drinks, Harry had grabbed just for pure spite as he heard several of the Dumbledore's little order state their eagerness to drink said drinks.
This icebox just like the other rooms Harry had in his trunk, and had paid through the nose for by the goblins, had preservation and protection charms on it. As well as wards that made sure the temperature was controlled to just what Harry wanted it to be.
After the ice box, was the fourth room that was located pretty much right behind the ice box room; and the room that was oddly enough the furthest from the entrance. What it was called exactly Harry wasn't a hundred percent positive about, but he called it the drying room and as such the name stuck in his head.
But it was a room that held everything needed to dry and preserve different types of food. Be it making dried fruits, dried peppers or even make meat into dried jerky. After all there going to be times Harry couldn't show his magic and having some dried food at hand would help with that. Though this room was the smallest room out of them and the one Harry honestly went in the least. But he did know how to use it; worse come to worse.
This entire compartment, and all its parts, was something Harry himself didn't set up as he really hadn't been able to. What with needing thing from both the muggle and magical world, and the close eye that was being kept on him at that time. But had instead made his own contract with the goblins to get everything done. Paying them both in Gallons as well as making sure to return all goblin made items to help ensure their silence. Something Harry had no problem doing as they had certainly done their part to earn it.
Beside if Harry didn't give them to the Goblins those items or the large chunky of money that he had, and if he hadn't of had plans for everything else that remained in his vaults, then it was likely that in some way or somehow that Dumbledore would get his hands on them after he was gone.
And that was something that Harry really didn't want to happen, not if he could help it. It was something that he would do his best to not let it happen at all, at least not while he still lived and breathed. Even if he was in another world doing that.
Harry hated that man with every fiber of his being, and he didn't want the old goat fucker to get his hands on any of his things. He didn't want the manipulative old goat having anything that would make him even remotely happy.
If Harry had his way that crooked old coot would have suffer just as badly as he had made Harry suffer over the years. Sadly, Harry knew that that wasn't possible, so he got as much joy as he could a denying the headmaster the money and power, he thought he was going to get from Harry.
Well, besides the thirty pieces of silver he had left for him, and the others that is. Briefly Harry wondered if they would get his message; but at the same time really not caring if they got it or not. After all the silver had been cursed anyway; rather they got his message or not.
After the second compartment, and under several more wards then the previous two compartments where under, was the third compartment and it was one that was split in half; both sides pretty much equal in size and pretty large themselves.
One side being a training room, one that was similarly made to the room of requirement, one that had been made by the goblins; for a fee of course. Only unlike the room of requirements Harry's training room could only shift into things that could be used in things that dealt with training or practicing; instead of with everything like the room of requirements could.
The other half of the third compartment was a reinforced triple warded potions room. It was one of the highest protected parts of his trunk. And considering the damage potions could do, rather they were made correctly or not, there was honestly a reason for that.
This side of the third compartment, was fully stocked with different potions he had made over the years. Or at least the ones he had managed to make in secret so he could keep them. Unlike the potions he had been forced to make under his so-called training.
All of which were in unbreakable containers; as way to ensure they remained safe. These potions ranged from blood replenisher, skelogrow, burn paste, basic healing potions to even different cleaning potions.
Not only that but this side of the compartment also had any and everything Harry could think of, or buy, to make more potions. This included potion supplies, all under powerful preservation spell to keep them at the freshest they could be at, cauldrons, burners, unbreakable vials for the potions, stirrers, and even things like timers; which would be used for the more difficult time specific potions.
Because potions were something that, despite how much Snape loathed and tried to sabotage his work, Harry was amazingly good at; finding it similar too and as soothing as he did cooking. And not only that but they were also extremely helpful in the long run, even more so then a lot of the magic he had learned over the year.
Though Harry would grudgingly admit, if only to himself, that the only reason he had been able to find this out, or even got good potions to beginning with, was really to spite Snape and the constant snarls he gave Harry for his potion work.
Harry had been determined to prove him wrong and get under the so-called potion master's skin at the same time, one way or another; being really good at potions had let Harry do that. More than most things Harry did for that matter; well besides the change his eyes underwent whenever he was around the Potion master, or any of his trainers for that matter.
The fourth compartment was one that was the most peaceful in regards to all the compartments in said trunk, and one that Harry had added at the suggestion of one of the Goblin's at Gringotts.
At the same time, it was this compartment, that to Harry at least, screamed to be the most magical. And it was a compartment Harry hadn't been able to spend nearly as much time as he would have liked in; in fact he had only been able to get into it maybe three times since he had the whole thing set up.
In this compartment it wasn't a room or anything like that. In fact, there was actually a literal farm in it, with what looked like a sky and everything that'd be on a farm to go with it. This farm was filled with growing fruits, vegetables, grain and even several different types of trees; all of which bared either some type of fruit or nut.
It was, to Harry, a scene right out of a postcard and made him just relax whenever he had walked into it. Most likely due to the scents that the farm itself carried; not to mention the serene air it gave off.
Best yet because of the runes that were put in place when it was made it was entirely self-sufficient and Harry didn't need to do anything to make it work. Which was a good thing considering the lack of time he had before to do so. Though now that he had more free time Harry could see himself working in the compartment more.
Seeing as when it came to this compartment Harry had fully agreed with the goblin when they had first brought up the fact that he could end up somewhere where there wasn't any vegetable growth, or at least any that he knew was good for to eat or not. Like he could end on a desert planet or in some place so foreign then what he was used to that he wouldn't know just what to eat.
And that if he did, he would eventual run out of all the pervious food he had stocked up in. As even with the enormous amount he had wouldn't last forever; even if he rationed it and it was under preservation spells to boot. So, having a source that could grow food would be a must.
More so then ever when Harry considered the fact that with some spell work, he could move the farm out of his trunk if he had to. Making so he could expand the farm he currently had if he wanted to.
As despite how nice the trunk was Harry really didn't want to spend his life in it, and that would mean eventually Harry would need to get a house of his own. Where he could eventually empty out his trunk into said house and finally have the protected, stocked and prepared home he always wanted.
The next compartment was one that Harry liked the least, but at the same time loved it with everything he had. Not only that, but at the same time the fifth compartment was one of the most valuable compartments that he had.
This compartment held a combination of the Potter and Black vault. Well everything besides what he had to pay the goblins for their help that is. So honestly it held about half the pervious Potter and Black family vaults; which was still very impressive on its own. Considering both families where both noble and ancient families; not to mention highly rich on their own.
This included the books that he didn't have in his first compartment, all the gold that he owned, and which currently reached close to millions of Gallons; all now in unmarked gold coins. Made that way by the goblin's themselves as they knew Harry was leaving this world, and that gold usually could be traded for many different things; as it was usually a universal type of currency.
Along with, the money and books, there were also all the weapons that both the Potter and Black family had collected over the many years. Well, all that weren't goblin made weapons that is.
All of which were neatly placed along the walls and spelled to be in impeccable condition. Which was one of the reason Harry disliked this compartment so much, those weapons reminded Harry so much of the training he had been forced to undergo. As the headmaster seemed to be determined to make Harry a weapon who had master both magic as well as weapons.
Weapons that included things such as, katanas, Ninja forearm machete, something which fascinated Harry by the way it attached to the arms and could leave the hand free enough to use a wand if the person wanted. Trench knifes, Machete, which was something Harry rather liked and practiced regularly with. Crossbows, which were another weapon Harry practiced with; in fact, he had been trained by the Centaurs when it came to learning how to use crossbows, as a favor to the Headmaster of course. And rather reluctantly in the case of several different Centaurs.
There were the weapons he had less skill in, or had no skills whatsoever in, which included this such as axes, sledgehammers, maces, Flails, whips, war hammers, and Bos. Not to mention there was also a Kanabo, something Harry literally had to look up information on because the ones he found looked rather terrifying.
What being a five-foot-long club being made of some type of pitch place metal with rows upon rows of silver spikes running down the length of it. It was a heavy deadly weapon that left Harry wide eyed and hoped it was never used on him.
Surprisingly, this weapon was from one of the Potter family vaults and not the Black's; something that made Harry raise an eyebrow and wonder if the Potter family was really as light as Dumbledore preached it was. And at the same time shuttering slightly as he imagined someone actually wielding the one in his vault as it looked to be larger and heavier than the ones he had researched on. If some one did use it that person had to be close to seven feet tall to use it as Harry at almost six feet felt small next to that weapon in question.
The sixth compartment was what Harry called the survival compartment, and by that Harry mean that this compartment held all the things that Harry could possibly need for survival if Harry somehow ended up in a hostile world, or in a place where there was absolutely no civilization and he would need to take care of himself. This was the compartment that Harry went the wildest on.
As Harry's paranoid mind wouldn't let him rest until it felt all the bases were covered. Wouldn't let him rest as his mind continued to say prepare for the worst, as his luck wouldn't let him have anything else.
This compartment had, numerous different things in it both muggle and magical; or strange combinations of both. Though again, Harry had to rely on the Goblins to get a lot of the muggle items. As well as quite few of the magical considering just how close an eye the order and the headmaster keep on him during the later years.
Though considering just how warrior like, not to mention the survivalist mentality, that the goblins had Harry really couldn't think of a better group of creatures to get the things he needed; even if it did cost him quite a bit to get it all.
More so then it would have if he had gone to get it himself; still at the same time Harry considered it money well spent. Because he wasn't sure that he would have been able to get all the things that the goblins had; or had thought of all the things they had grabbed as well.
That said what the sixth compartment had was something he knew would get him called insane in most cases; or if not that a dooms day preparer. With the first thing you would see was that the walls were line with different guns; with the bullets, as well as the things to take care of them under them. Why these guns weren't included with the weapons from the vaults in the fifth compartment Harry didn't quite know, but figured they fit in with the rest of the survival gear enough not to really ask.
At the same time Harry could say, that at least with the guns he had some serious threatening power if nothing else. More so then having a blade pointed at some that is, as most people found guns a lot more threatening than a blade. Most likely because of the distance most guns could be used from; unlike most blades.
The other items in the sixth compartment included things such as, several magically size adapting dragons hide armor. Something Harry wanted as he knew there was a chance, he would grow larger than he was, as at seventeen he was still growing; as most magically reached their maximum growth around twenty-one. Not to mention having more than one armor would be good if one of them ended up being damaged in anyway.
Amor which were charmed with temperature adjusting spells and where charmed to fit the first person who put them on; which considering they were close to full body sized armor was a rather good thing. Not to mention amour that unlike how most people had it were made specifically in a nonreflective black color that to top it off was charmed to camouflage easily with the area around it.
Not only that but he had a good eight pairs of magical dragon skin size adapting heavy boots; to go along with each of the body armors he had. Boots which were spelled the exact same as the amour above it was.
There was also several different set of unsexed sturdy clothes. All suited for different types of weather, having temperature adjusting spells sewn into them, and all of them spelled in similar ways as both the boots and Amour alongside it had been.
Harry having asked for unsexed types of clothing like this because he knew that he could get people to underestimate him with clothing like this. Not to mention it was the type of clothing he preferred to use, and the type of clothing that was actually more commonly sold in the mundane areas around Gringotts, so it was easier for him to get. Besides, it was clothing that made him look more unassumed and usually had people underestimating him which was always a plus.
Next there was, several different pairs of charmed strap on eye protecting goggles. Which Harry assumed was there in case of water, sandstorms, snowstorms, or things similar to that. Not to mention Harry had been told they could when pushed have vision similar to a combination of night vision goggle and binoculars. But it did drain the magic in the runes to have that used and would need to be recharged after it was used in such a fashion.
Next, to go along with said goggles, were what looked to be several different respirators that where charmed work on both land and water. Making it so that the person using it could breathe underwater with it, while at the same time if they were on land it would filter out any airborne poisons or similar things.
Harry could really see how those were important and why it'd be a good idea to have several of them seeing as unlike most things magical, respirators couldn't be charmed to be unbreakable.
Which was why there looked to be a good twenty of them; as just in case one broke. As while they were rather heavy duty they were still very much breakable and considering that they could mean the difference between live or death depending on where he had landed; they were certainly something Harry hadn't wanted to need but not have any longer.
Then there were a couple of the more normal things like a couple of water purifiers; both muggle made and the really rare magical made ones that could be found by those wizards who worked in places like Egypt.
Three different magical tents, which when Harry checked each one of them out, they looked like there was literally a good five-bedroom house in them; complete with running water, and working gas stoves, to Harry disbelieve. Harry was still sometime finding himself shocked by what magic could do at times.
Next to the tents, was the magical rope that had previously belong to someone from the Back family line. One that had been a thief if Harry had remembered correct, and this rope could reach any length that was needed and could roll bag up to the own when called; it had also been charmed to never unravel, accidently unknot, or be cut.
Not to mention it there hadn't been a weight that Harry found it couldn't hold and best yet, in Harry's opinion, it could roll up while you were on it; making it act similar to a lift of sorts as long as you had the other end tied up somewhere.
Along with this rope the goblin had also gotten him some magical flints; one that would light a fire that would burn even through wet wood. Something Harry knew he would have to be really careful with, even if they were extremely helpful at the same time.
As while those flints could be something that could save his life, as fire was one necessary in life, it could also end his life; as fire was death just as much as it was life. Especially considering how easily those flints could make fire with. Not to mention that fire would be harder to put out as it was a magical fueled fire to begin with.
At the same time as he thought this, Harry couldn't help but noticed that the goblin seemed to buy in bulk and always make sure that Harry had several of the same things; as if they expected Harry to go through them rapidly or something like that.
Or more likely they were able to charge Harry more and make more money off of him by making him have several different copies of the same things in the name of preparing for whatever may happen to him.
Not that Harry could complain seeing as he would rather have more than one thing on hand, then depend on a single item, need it and get used to working with it, only for it to break when he needed it the most.
Next would be the walls made of pure toilet paper he had found and had stared open mothed at in disbelieve the first moment he had seen it. If he hadn't known that the goblins didn't have much of a sense of humor, he would have thought the goblins had added it there as a joke; but at the same time he could see how it'd be needed. Even if he honestly didn't want to think about it at the moment. But hey no poison ivy leaves, or worse, for him.
But still seeing this did remind Harry that he did need to go through all of the things in this compartment As he wasn't exactly sure he knew just everything that was in there, as there had been a lot of things that had been added last minute by the goblins, and he had been in a rush when he had taken it all to the veil in the first place. Meaning he most likely did miss a couple of things that were in there in his hurry to leave.
The finally the last compartment, was a fun compartment. Or at least it was a fun compartment to Harry and was a crafting room. This was one of the few rooms Harry could unleash his creativity.
Something that had been seriously suppressed during his training, as it was something that he could really only do when he was fighting. As his so-called trainers seemed to love this out of the box ideas and let him us it there; at least most of the time they did. As there were several trainers, like Snape, that really didn't like this out of the box style he had and forced him to fight in a way they liked or knew; most often so they could attack him easier than they would otherwise.
However, that didn't matter to Harry now as he currently had a way to release his creativity that didn't included fighting; even if he would still do that. It was just this last room let Harry do so in a way that wasn't necessarily always about survival but just letting his mind work with what it wanted to; not what it had been forced to do for so long.
When it came to this room it was a place where Harry could take his ideas, be it magical or nonmagical and create things. Be it making new rune projects, attempt to make new wards, create painting or even making music that was what this compartment was for. It was a room made for Harry to purely unwind and release the emotions he usually bottled up.
It was something that let Harry know that he was still in control, that he still had his own free will. Yes, it was a pretty much useless compartment and could be changed to something else if it was absolutely necessary. But at the same time, it was a compartment he made just purely to remind Harry that he had his own freedom so it was unlikely it would ever be changed.
Harry after check through all of these compartments, and then upon seeing that everything was still there; in the same condition it had been when he had first leaped thought the veil. Gave a deep sigh before going to the training room he had, it was time to see if there was anything that he couldn't see that changed about his body, and the best way to do that was put his own body through the paces; with some good old fashion work outs.
Not only that but he could see if the level of his magic changed in anyway as well. After all, yes, he did still have his magic but at the same time he wasn't positive if the amount of magic he had was the same. Or for that matter if the control he had over said magic, had changed in anyway; either shrink or growing after going through the veil.
That in mind Harry shut all the other compartments, locked them up and then after putting a powerful notice me not ward on the trunk, entered the third compartment; ready for a couple of hours of good old fashion hard work. Maybe if he did enough, he'd be able to get a bit more sleep then he normally did.
After all, while he could run easily on less the four hours of sleep, getting a little more than that would be blessing to Harry. Something he hoped would happen more now that he was away from the wizarding world and the whole reason why he couldn't sleep well to begin with.
Harry once he was in his training room, called for one of the gymnastic suited obstacle courses to come up. He really wanted to work on both his free running and on the gymnastic skills that he had; they were the only times he really felt like he was flying anymore. Seeing as his broom had been long since destroyed by Snape, just for sheer spite, and Harry hadn't been allowed to replace it.
Not to mention this type of work out always seemed to exhaust him the fastest and let him sleep a little heavier than he normal would have otherwise. Perhaps because it was a full body work out. As well as a mental challenge, as he had to always think ahead to where or how he was going to land after his next jump; at least until it became more instinctual.
Added to that the fact that Harry didn't think he would be able to use a broom in the new world he was in. So, with that in mind, he hadn't bothered to get one for the trip; making it so that what he was now doing was truly the closest thing he would get again to flying.
Something that did make Harry a bit upset, but in the end, he couldn't let himself bring a broom with him, couldn't let himself show that he had magic so openly. Knowing that it could, and most likely would, end up badly if he did so.
Which was something that the goblins had agreed with him on. Harry had even heard them muttering about how easily a broom was broken and how stupid it was to trust something so breakable being so high in the air. Something Harry reluctantly agreed with, even if he did love the absolute freedom flying offered him.
Give a slight grin Harry sprang into action leaping from place to place, soaring through the air and flipping around to land on his feet. Before twisting in another direction in a blink of an eye and beginning to move in yet another direction with a simple push of his foot. A small smile slowly making its way on Harry's usually emotionless face as he did so.
Honestly, at the moment Harry was having the time of his life and wasn't going to stop any time soon. Even if he had his answers when it concerned his body. After all, pushing his body to its limits was something he did often and was one of the things to guarantee a good night sleep at the end of the day.
Two hours later a sweating and slightly panting Harry slowly moved to a stop, landing on the opposite side of the training room for what must have been the hundredth time. It was time to stop, he knew, had known since a good ten minute in his training in fact, that his body hadn't changed at all and was still in tip top shape.
But now he needed to check on his magical level. Knowing this, and feeling a bit spiteful himself, Harry called on the magical dueling dummies that were in his training room. Before spelling them to look like several awfully familiar looking people; including both Snape and Dumbledore.
It was time to check his power levels, as well as get some much-needed aggression out; some well-deserved aggression out. That in mind Harry called his magic up, and had it build up in his hands.
As he did this, Harry debated bring his wand out and testing it as well; even if he now only really needed his wand for the more powerful time-consuming wards and that was all. Before shrugging slightly; he'd do that at a later date. After all it wasn't like he was on a time limit or anything like that.
The sun had actually already set by the time Harry had finished testing his magic. Well, it had set by the time he had finished blowing of some of the aggravation he was feeling. Harry had figured out his magic level hadn't seemed to really have changed a good hour into the training but had continued curse the hell out of the dummies for the pure therapeutic feeling it was giving him.
Still Harry, seeing that the sun had set and knowing now that he really wouldn't be able to explore more about the world around him until the sun had come up, at least not explore safely, went into the fifth compartment and quickly grabbed out one of the tents; might as well make himself look like a camper of some sort.
Then he could see just what kind of world he had ended up in; after a good night's rest. That in mind Harry got out of his trunk, shrunk it back to its fang like size before putting it back on and getting everything set up for the night.
