Harry woke up with a pounding head in an unfamiliar room with a familiar layout. "I'm in the hospital aren't I." he muttered. Putting a hand to his head hoping to ease the pain.
A voice to the side chuckled. "I suppose you have gotten quite familiar with them in the last two years?" Harry turned and saw Dumbledore sitting next to him with an amused grin and twinkling eyes.
"What- What happened?" He asked coughing for a moment to clear his dry throat. Dumbledore conjured a glass of water for him.
"You have the distinct honor of being the first human in three hundred years to have slayed a demon while being under the age of thirteen." Harry sighed.
"Let me guess it is in the papers?" Dumbledore just smiled with his eyes twinkling and handed Harry a newspaper.
Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Slays?
Harry Potter the Boy-Who-lived had recently been admitted to St Mungo's hospital for magical exhaustion and massive blood loss. How he got these injuries you may ask? fighting demons. Two demons (this type known as Hell Prides. For more info on demons go to page 7.) were in the small forest surrounding the small town of Little Whinging. They managed to track their way out of the forest and found there way to our savior by smelling the demon's blood on him! It turns out these weren't the first demons had slayed, the first was basilisk raised and fed demon's blood by Salazar Slytherin himself! According to sources the infernal smell of demon's blood can be detected for months afterwards by those sensitive to such things.
Now from what we have gathered the aurors have ruled out Sirius Black's involvement stating that these demons came through a natural portal and found their way into the small town.
The article went on to say how Harry was a pillar of justice by fighting against demons and that all wizards should learn from his example.
"Professor?" Harry said after reading the article. "How come there is no mention of my blood magic?" he had done reading up on blood magic after he gained his powers, well it more accurate to say Hermione had. But the point was that blood magic was illegal in almost all circumstances.
"I told the ministry your blood magic was product of the blood wards I set up to protect you and that they developed through no attempt of your own but rather they just appeared, thus since I had permission to use the blood wards by the previous minister of magic you are not under any criminal charges for blood magic." technically he didn't lie, Harry's blood magic was gained through no practice of his own he just gained them all of the sudden, of course the actions of a certain Watcher of Time were left out.
It took Harry a second to process what he had said when he did his jaw nearly dropped. If all his blood magic was now considered part of his blood ward protections that meant he could learn any and all blood magic and as long as he didn't murder anyone or break any other laws besides the blood magic ones, no one would be able to arrest him.
"Wait so that means?"
Dumbledore nodded understanding what he meant. "Yes, I do hope you understand the responsibility that comes with this Harry." in other words do not abuse this.
Harry leaned back and sighed. "Why does everything have to be so complicated around my life, just once I would like to have a simple year." he sat up and reread the article. "Professor this said massive blood loss but makes no mention of the fact I got cut by the weapon of a demon, why?" he actually lifted up his shirt and check and was surprised to see no scar. "And why is there no scar? I thought demons weapons were full of dark magic and not something easily healed."
Dumbledore smiled. "I was wondering if you would notice that." he said before his smile vanished and he looked dead serious. "I need to know Harry what exactly did you gain from the Statue of Divinity? And I mean exactly."
Harry told him and he nodded when Harry mentioned the protection of blood. "That was a wise move Harry, I myself have gone through a similar ritual to protect my own blood from misuse." with a quick gesture Harry continued telling Dumbledore what he choose. "Blood adaptability you say hmm." he seemed to consider that. "Yes I guess that would explain it."
"Explain what professor?" Harry asked feeling a bit irritable he was being given the fifth degree and he didn't know why.
"You healing so quickly." Dumbledore said, looking at Harry with what could be called a fond but exasperated smile. "What you did was incredibly foolish demon weapons are so filled with dark magic they are normally impossible to heal a friend of mine Alastor Moody lost his leg to one and despite the fact that we have long since learned how to regrow limbs his stubbornly refuses to regrow, even other means around dark magical wounds do not work." he was still stuck with a peg leg and it wouldn't surprise Dumbledore if the man had booby trapped that, being as paranoid as he was.
"One of the only known and consistently effective cure for demon wounds are phoenix tears and it seems you adapted to that as well as the basilisk venom down in the chamber. I would be surprised if any poisons worked on you at all." Harry hadn't even considered that possibility when he chose that ability more over that as a celebrity and someone Voldemort clearly wanted dead, poison was likely to be used against him at some time.
"That's good right?" Harry asked seeing the thoughtful look on Dumbledore's face, please don't let it be some kind of 'no you only six months to live unless we find blank.' because if it was he would say bugger off he is just going to go crazy and maybe go on a rampage.
"Hmm" Dumbledore looked up. "Oh yes very good I am just considering the how effective the healing is it may not be as great as you assume so I suggest you do not push it too far. That does mean you will have have to avoid finding trouble." he said smiling lightly at Harry who scowled.
"I don't look for trouble Professor." He insisted crossing his arms. "Trouble is my crazy stalker who I can't seem to get rid of." Dumbledore let out a full bellied laugh.
"Than I hope you shall endeavor to avoid your stalker then." he said getting up. "But you must excuse me I have plenty of work to get back to." he seemed to sigh greatly at that, and Harry understood why he had seen the paperwork his uncle had he would hate to imagine what kind of paperwork three major position in the magical world would generate. "You may leave at any time you wish just make sure to check out at the front desk." Dumbledore informed before leaving.
Harry stood up and began to get dressed. He frowned and remembered he had to get new clothes. He walked down to the front desk and quickly checked out luckily by the time the man at the front realized he was talking to the boy-who-lived, Harry was gone. He walked into the leaky cauldron and paid for a room for the rest of the summer. If the bartender Tom noticed who he was he didn't say anything. Harry flopped down on his bed and tried to sleep only to find himself unable too he felt to full of energy. He read a few book some on the effects demons had on magical and the environment others were random nonsensical things.
He decided to rummage around in his satchel as he realized that he didn't have his trunk with him. The first thing he saw was a letter from Dumbledore, it didn't surprise him that the old man was able to get into his bag despite the charms against it. He opened the letter and was told that an owl would bring his trunk to him tomorrow and that he should really keep an eye on his cloak. Harry checked the satchel and found that his invisibility cloak was indeed in the bag. He ran his hand over it surprised to see it wasn't damaged in fact he was surprised to see that it worked at all, according to the book he read interaction with a demon destroyed all but the most powerful of magical objects and he could have sworn he was wearing the cloak when the demon nearly bisected him. Yet there was no mark on it, it look exactly like it did when he first got. 'Weird' he thought before putting it away.
He read a few more books on demons finding the interesting for obvious reasons before he went to bed for the night.
He woke up the next day to a knock on his door and a call that breakfast had been made. With a yawn he got out of bed. If there was one thing that he loved about how magic made common everyday living, it was the beds, even one as seemingly dull common and uncomfortable as the ones here felt like the best muggle mattresses. As someone who grew up in a cupboard under the stairs the beds always felt amazing. He climbed out of bed and walked down stairs grabbing a quick breakfast before he headed out for the day. He walked past the ice cream shop and headed into the Flourish and Blotts, Hermione must have been rubbing off on him. He thought about the classes he would be taking next year, he was going to take divination along with care for magical creatures but Hermione had convinced him to take ancient runes and arithmancy and had nearly managed to convince Ron to at least take ancient runes but he refused to take the class claiming it was far to difficult.
Harry was beginning to understand Hermione's frustrations with Ron, he complained about how he was always in his brother's shadow but never did anything to change it.
He browsed through the books looking for something to interest him, he found a book on swordplay and decided with the way his year was going he might need it. He grabbed a few more books on demons and what kinds there were. When he got his own interests out of the way he got the rest of his books for school.
He reached the check out and sighed in relief when the man while clearly star struck had enough decorum to not start gushing. "Demons ?" the man asked as he waved his wand over the books they glowed for a moment before it faded. Harry assumed it was the magical version of scanning a book.
He nodded to the question. "I didn't know they were real until the end of last year I just assumed-"
"They were a way for muggles to explain why we have magic?" the man finished with a nod, "yes many muggleborns make that same assumption but I can assure demons are quite real, and the ministry cracks down hard on any wizards who try to make deals with them." he warned before telling Harry the cost, he handed over the money before leaving.
Harry headed back to room and saw his trunk sitting on his bed, he moved it to the floor before he laid down. He drew a small knife he picked up as part of his rune kit that Dumbledore had recommended. He held it up to palm about to cut it before he sighed and lowered his hands. He wanted to test his blood magic and he realized having an open wound was better than trying to force it out like in the chamber. As when that happened with no way out the blood made and an opening and it was painful.
He drew the knife back up and before he could second guess himself he slashed his palm. A few drops of blood gushed out quickly before the flow of blood stopped. He blinked and wiped away the blood with a rag he had prepared beforehand. The cut was gone completely with no trace besides his blood. Well that made this more difficult, he picked up the knife and decided to practice with the blood on that first.
He focused on the blood on the edge of the blade and oh so slowly it all moved to the tip of the knife. He fell back sweating and exhausted that was a lot harder than it looked. He looked at the clock and gasped he had been at this for three hours. It took him three hours to move a few drops of blood a few inches. He supposed if it wasn't for that watcher he wouldn't even be able to do that. He knew he didn't need it's help to use blood magic after it had admitted it was only giving him powers he could gain on his own. So he went downstairs grabbed dinner came back up with a plate of food and drew his knife once more.
Done so we see Harry is a bit different slowly changing he is more into training and getting stronger than relaxing and kicking back. And there is another reason besides plot convenience also don't think you have seen the last of the spiders. (insert evil cackle here) (or don't¯\_(ツ)_/¯)