Disclaimer: Forgot to put it in the first chapter but if any one cares HP belongs to the goddess JK Rowling. This FF belongs to me.

AN: I will explain about the lythes and the elder wolves in the next chapters

With that he opened the package he had received. It contained a beautiful miniature sized trunk made of a dark wood with shiny steel borders with a large oval on top with the name Potter. He put his hand on the oval and did as his mother had instructed. He felt a tingle go through him as it recognized him and then all of a sudden he felt a block of memories which seemed to have been in him open up to his awareness. He stopped for a moment assessing what the memories were and marveled at his parent's magical prowess. It seemed they had put the memory of the trunk, it facilities and contents and also the uses and workings of all things inside directly in his mind when he was but a baby. He wondered what else they could have put in but dismissed it since to much could have harmed his mind. He then placed the trunk on the floor and allowed it to expand it its usual size.

The trunk was as he had been told a multi compartment one however it had no key holes any where on it. He placed his hand on the oval and silently gave a command to open it the first compartment. It was empty and about twice the size on the inside. The next two were 4 times the size of a trunk on the inside. The next compartment however took his breath away. It descended into a large beautiful room the likes of which he had seen in the décor magazines his aunt read. It was very large room most of which seemed covered in book shelves and lighted in enchanted glow bulbs. The room was all done in dark wood with bright light in the corners and a large sofa set on one side and on the other a well polished study table which would have cost a fortune in the muggle world. In between them the area seemed to be covered in a shimmering wall which he recognized was a spell practice area surrounded by powerful shields. There was he noticed another door with an oval panel in one corner. All in all it was a very impressive room which seemed to radiate a studious atmosphere and yet one of comfort. He walked over to the bookcases and took a look at them. One of them was filled with books that would be needed from the 1st to 7th year at Hogwarts along with all the reference books he would have needed. They had been arranged subject wise and included the subjects he had not taken like runes and others like enchantment, wards, healing, rituals, politics, law, and assorted books on different magic's. The next racks contained books which seemed to have been picked up from the restricted section of the library. This was the largest section and contained more books than he would have cared to count. However he noticed quickly enough that the books were arranged in order of the level of difficulty and only some of the racks were of the assorted type. The next section was the most fascinating one as it held copies of books from the Potter family vaults.

The Potter family had long specialized in warding magic. He had come to know from Sirius that the wards of Hogwarts had been designed the then head of the Potter family, Adrian Potter. Thus these books were the most sought after books in the world as the contained ward magic and curses rivaling any in the world. Also one of the foremost talents in the Potter family was warding magic which had been why Voldemort had tried so hard to get some of them on his side and when he couldn't, he had wiped them out. Harry became extremely excited at seeing the books. When he had heard Sirius speaking about them at GP 12, his one greatest desire had been to read these books and excel in the branch of magic his family was famous for. This had been the reason for which he had spent so much time in the library although Hermione had thought that he had been preparing for DA and trying to excel at charms and DADA, a through understanding of which would the basic for warding.

However when he rummaged through the books he found that a large number of books were dedicated to runes, enchantment, rituals and many others he had not even heard of and most of them extremely old held together by excellent preservation charms. He decided to investigate them later and moved on to the next section which was the smallest. It contained estate books, books on family investments and properties including the people governing them and also self updating books on wizarding and muggle law. The books in the next racks held the greatest anticipation to Harry as these were family albums, diaries, and journals of his parents, recording crystals of family events, a pensive and finally two beautiful books bound in dragon hide which he recognized were spell books and on touching them he found them attuned to him.

Almost feeling overwhelmed by the number of book he had seen, he went to sit on the sofa and to his surprise found more things for him. On a large parchment were written the lines-

"Knowledge is Power"

"There is no black and white, only shades of grey"

-and as he read them he had a strangely compelling felling to add his own motto to it and he wrote-

"There is no good and evil magic, magic is tool and it is only the wizard that is so"

-with that he rolled away the parchment to see what other things his parents had left him. And what he saw was a large and beautiful tapestry rolled on one side. Trepidation filled him as he rolled open the tapestry and saw that it was what he hoped for, his complete family tree. The next couple of minutes were spent looking through the tapestry as he traced the ancestral lines and he found that he was in some distant way or the other related to most prominent and powerful wizarding families.

After a couple of interesting minutes looking up the tapestry he put it aside to see what else was left for him and found a beautifully done ebony box, a hands length in size. He wondered for a moment if this was what he had been searching for before he moved to open it and gasped aloud at seeing the gloves inside it. When he had read in the letter about the gloves he had thought of them to be similar at least in appearance to his dragon hide gloves. These however were no mere gloves but works of art. They were elbow length and made of some silvery metal but he could see that they were extremely thin and delicate looking. The gloves were covered with small patterns of intricate designs in reds and blues. The ends of the gloves however lined with a thin band of designs and bordered with small diamonds. After moment of hesitation he picked them up with some trepidation for there safety and slowly put them on.

They were a snug fit for him and so very light and thin so as to feel no discomfort and use his fingers properly. He observed the gloves carefully wondering how to use them and muffle his magical signature when the designs on the gloves started to glow and the next moment he felt an intense heat lancing through his arms and up shoulder like fire burning in his veins and melting his skin. Soon the pain spread and he felt as if a furnace was flaming through him and then as he felt the blessed darkness overtake him, he wondered it were the normal thing to have happened.

He woke up through the haze enveloping him wondering where he was and why he was on the floor feeling as if he rolled over hot coals. As he shook himself awake he recognized the room to be his trunk. As the pain receded he checked himself for any wounds. His legs were fine-check, his torso had no blood or pain-check, his face seemed smooth-check, and finally his hands were good-check. Check! And suddenly as that he remembered what had happened and looked at his hands and to his surprise he found them smooth with out any burns, but worst no gloves. He decided it was a good time to panic wondering what had been done to him by the gloves and moreover where they were. Just as he berating himself about not being cautious, he noticed some very light lines on his hands. He looked closely at them wondering where they came from, absently recognizing them to be same as those on the gloves and in the same colors. And then he felt again the brush of knowledge against his mind but different from before, feeling the knowledge being fed to him. And then he understood, the gloves were powerful artifacts and family heirlooms and to avoid anybody finding out about them, the knowledge of their usage was never written down but stored by the gloves themselves. Also, to keep others from using them, they were blood bound to the family. He reviewed his knowledge that came from the gloves and decided he loved them. A moment of focus and gloves re-appeared on to his arms and he ran his arms over them feeling the soft metal which he now knew was mithril( an extremely rare and highly magical metal) and the designs were powerful runes and ancient magical enchantments that had been done with crushed ruby, sapphire and diamonds. Also the gloves were a gift to Adrian Potter from all four founders and the runes had been done by Rowena Ravenclaw herself.

A moment of focus and a tingle ran through the gloves as some of the designs glowed and he knew that the tracking charms placed on him had been neutralized. He picked up his wand and moment later it too gloved with many veins of light, many of which seemed connected to him and most had the familiar feel of Dumbledore, moreover many of those were did not feel like tracking charms. He decided not to remove them since most were quite powerful and he had the distinct feeling that if he neutralized them then Dumbledore would know of it. Also he could feel some of their uses as recording, suppressing, monitoring, confundus charms and many others he had no idea about. He dint know how he knew but decided it was the gloves helping him since he understood at once that the spells that were so cleverly woven on him and his wand were completely based on his wand. This meant that the spells on him and the wand took their power from his wand and every time he touched the wand it would activate the many subtle emotion controlling charms, the magic dampening and suppressing charms, and also the tracking charms, thus allowing Dumbledore to not only observe every thing he did (since the wand was with him at all times) but also subtly manipulate his emotions and actions while the confundus charms kept him in doubt so to not question himself while making him open to suggestion and removing his self confidence, but worst were the dampening and suppressing charms. He always found it extremely odd that under pressure he somehow managed even very advanced spells but found it hard to pick up even simple spells when at normal times and now he understood, under pressure his emotions would nullify the charms allowing him to access some of his power, but after that Dumbledore replaced the charms. This negated his confidences and made him doubt his abilities.

This he supposed why he had become so impulsive at Hogwarts. When he had been at Privet Drive, he had no advantage over Dudley and thus had been extremely sneaky, calm, manipulative, always planning in advance even for even the simplest things like the routes to go to school and come back with out getting caught by Dudley or for picking up food with out Petunia noticing. However, all that had changed, especially after getting his wand. The old Harry would never have antagonized Draco Malfoy so openly but would have carefully developed a tentative friendship with him moreover he would not have been ruffled by Snape's comments as had been used to such comments from the Dursleys for as long as he could remember. The old Harry had always been something of a book worm, he had long deduced that getting more marks than Dudley would lead to punishments from his family, but he had also understood that if he had to leave the Dursleys and live well than he would have to be good at studies. However at Hogwarts he had been more like Ron and now he thinking about it, every time he gone to the library alone he had felt distracted, always feeling an itch to go out. He had been able to control it in the last year and that was perhaps because of the ban on flying, and remembering about last year for some reason he had been on an emotional rollercoaster never being able to control his temper leading to the many detentions with Umbride.

He put the wand in a box and a with moment focus on to the gloves he nullified all the charms on his body, he then put the wand box away and decided that he would wait for his new wand. A moment later the gloves disappeared where they had melded into his skin and soon the designs on his arms were gone. However without the many charms that had always been on him, he no more felt the awe when he thought of Dumbledore and he could think and analyze his situation clearly with out the ravening rage. Oh he felt angry, indeed he felt his magic fight his control in an attempt to destroy however in his cold and calculating fury he ruthlessly suppressed his magic and wowed to take his revenge on Dumbledore and make him pay for what he had done. The old bastard had literally destroyed his free will, his thought process. His emotions which had been at the process of maturing were completely out of sync as he was being subtly controlled. It seemed the bastard was very subtly molding him to be a suitable weapon completely in his hands, doing every thing he suggested and not questioning him in any manner. He supposed that was why he not been trained in any way, after all what use was thinking weapon.

He took a few moments to calm himself. The more he thought of his actions at Hogwarts and Dumbledore the angrier he became. At that moment something else became clear. Ron Weasley was meant to be his friend or rather Dumbledore had picked him up to be his friend. He remembered the day when he had gone to board the train clearly. Molly was speaking loudly and had asked Ginny which platform to board. Thinking about it now, he understood that question had been for him, after all why would a wizarding family ask such an obvious question when there was only one platform for Hogwarts and which was used by all Hogwarts students year after year. Better yet the idea of Slytherin being evil had been firmly planted in his mind first by Hagrid and later Ron, therefore his chances of going to Slytherin where he would have become independent had been nipped at the bud. He had no doubt that Ron and Hermione were reporting everything he did to Dumbledore and thinking about it now, Ron and Hermione had sequestered him so much so that he literally had no other friends.

He supposed he had to admire the man. The fellow had ruthlessly molded him be perfect little puppet, morals and law being dammed and with out any one suspecting any thing wrong with him. His words to him about knowing him better than he himself made much more sense now. He supposed Snapes vendetta against him had been a fine act and the entire occlumensy fiasco had been meant to fail. The title of "The most powerful wizard in the world" and "The only wizard that Voldemort feared" had much more meaning now.

He decided not to brood any more and plan for the future. It would take a lot of planning if he wanted to escape Dumbledore's clutches and first thing he had to do was to be better informed and more powerful. But whatever he did, he knew one thing, pay back would be a bitch! With that he picked up exploring his trunk.

AN; Do send me some reveiws if you wish any changes.