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He went to the small panel by the side of the door and placing his hand spoke "5" and found himself in a large room with granite tables and the room full of cupboards. He knew the room was a potions lab and held a lot of ingredients, equipment, and number of ready made potions. On searching the cupboards he found a shelf full of potion charts and ingredient preparation books along with many potions handling and reaction books. After reading some of them he decided that it was ok to blast Snape through the wall next time. If these books and charts had been there for first year, he wouldn't have had all the potion mishaps that so frequented him but he supposed many were due to the slime ball breathing do his neck and breaking his concentration. He closed the cupboards and after an inventory of the readymade potions which he found were in a stasis wrap he went to the door and placed his hand on the panel and spoke aloud "6" and found himself in what was a large living room.
It was large well furnished room with enchanted windows and fine sofa sets, dark wooden paneling and lighted with enchanted glow bulbs. The room had two other doors besides the portal. He knew that one was the kitchen/dining room and the other the bedroom. He decided to explore the bedroom and a few moments later was rewarded with sight of beautiful room radiating a sense of relaxed comfort. It was large wood paneled room with a larger than king sized bed on one side, enchanted windows, a beautiful study table, large mirror, and two doors. It also had some very beautiful paintings but not the wizarding type and mirror was thankfully a muggle one. The first door led to a closet larger than his bedroom at the Privet Drive but it was mostly empty having only some expensive looking robe with the Potter crest stitched into them. The other door led to beautiful bathroom having a multi shower cum steam bath and a large Jacuzzi which couldn't wait to try out.
He next went to the door leading to the kitchen and was shocked to see a house elf busy at the table. The house elf noticed him and immediately bowed.
"Welcome to the Potter Trunk master Harry. I am Daisy". Harry was stunned wondering where it had come from and how long it had been here. The first thing he noticed was it was well dressed and stood more like a butler or a waiter at restaurant then other house elves. He decided to find out more about it.
"Who exactly are you and how did you come here daisy."
The elf looked at him strangely and answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world "Daisy is coming here when master open the trunk. Madame make that clear to Daisy that Master will be needing Daisy. Daisy is elf from Potter family manor Master Harry". With that the elf turned back to setting up the table leaving an astonished Harry to himself. After a quick look around the kitchen he left and made his way to the living room and jump through the panel and he was in the last chamber.
His eyes bulged at the sight of the enormous chamber which dwarfed the great hall in sheer size. The floor seemed to be made of a somewhat rough stone and the walls were paneled with stone. He could literally feel the power of the protective wards woven into the each stone. He had no doubt that the wall could take a lot of punishment with out damage. As he walked the length of the hall he came across a small side chamber which on checking turned out to be more of a muggle gym; however it only had some weights and other odds and ends leaving most of it bare. He came out of there a bit puzzled and decided to look at it later.
As came to the end of the hall, there were different sized and colored shields on one wall and at the end a large closet. After a close examination of the shields he made his way to the closet and found a letter taped to its doors. It read-
This chamber is a training chamber and the dimensions and items are similar to those in the auror and unspeakable HQ. The walls, floor, and roof of the chamber are heavily warded against impact and detection. The mirrored room is similar to a muggle gym we had seen however we left it empty so that you can put up your own choice of equipment. The shields are very special impact and practice shields similar to those used by the auror HQ. The shields can be used for up to level 5 spells. When a spell is done correctly and the hit is made, the shields glow blue and a meter indicates spell power and accuracy. As accuracy and strength increase, the smaller shields can be used. Also for better aim the shields can be set to move in random patterns.
The closet contains two dummies to help practice hand to hand combat and to learn defense with blade and daggers. There are also some enchanted practice daggers, blades and other things. Touch the dummies with your wand and say "activate" and give command for training, practice, sparing and fighting.
The last and the best are the training orbs. At the end of the closet you will find three gold colored orbs. These look similar to the auror opponent training orb but the similarity ends there. During the war, the unspeakables were asked to create better training orbs so as to work opponents for advanced dueling and combat training for which full time aurors were helping with. However due to the smaller number of aurors and the constant DE strikes, there were few full time aurors available to train the added number of rookies. We developed these orbs which used crystallite core to store magic and fire up to level 5 spells with high speed and accuracy for up to 1 hr. However to give us true advantage over previous training orbs we researched into the muggle technologies and computer systems. Thus these orbs could be trained to perform as we wished and could work in groups that the auror training orbs couldn't. This could have been a great advantage in the war even though we were not able to fully complete them. But before we could introduce them we found out that information of the orbs were leaked to Voldemort and that night we were attacked and most of us were killed in an attempt to gain the orbs and the research to build them. To keep them out of enemy hands we destroyed all the orbs and burnt the research present in the HQ. However I felt that these should be saved and these are the only working one's that remained. As for the research, I was able to secretly duplicate all the research that went into building them and kept them in a spell journal in out family vault.
Put your wand on them to activate them and set your level of combat training. Again, it can shoot up to level 5 spells. They have to be recharged after every hour of use. To do so put them on their stands for half an hour. These orbs are enormously expensive orbs and only 12 of these were orbs were made altogether due to the expense and enormous power needed in making them. Be very careful in using them since we have not fully tested them. Moreover we were not able to fully adjust their power levels and some of the spells from them will be simply too powerful while others may not. Always select the spells that you wish the orbs to use. You will find that the repertory of spells used by the orbs is extensive. Use them wisely. I hope that one day you will be able to recreate our efforts and be able to work them.
And finally, we have left you a small pensive bank holding memories from a large number of aurors, order members, wizards who took part in the war, and even some of the enemy. They are sorted by the year and I hope they will be helpful to you and give you an idea of what the combat and tactics are like.
Use them well son.
He slowly opened the closet and found it mostly empty except for a few workout clothes and the dulled weapons. The two dummies were on one side and looked like mannequins used in clothing store. The orbs that he had read about were in glass case and next to them was large wooden box in which he suppose the pensive bank though he dint understand what that meant. He decided to check it out later and left for living quarters. After a good lunch, he went to the library and looked up the books he wanted to read first.
He decided he would read all non spell books until he received his new wand. His mother had written that he would get the wand soon and he was not sure how he would receive like he had the letter or if had to go to Diagon alley to take it. He decided to wait a while before he took the matter into his hands; in the meantime he was very interested in seeing the estate books and the books on his family's and now his wealth. During the summer at GP12 Sirius had taken great pains on informing him of his family's position, status, wealth, and many things pertaining to his duty as the head of the House Potter. Also after the fiasco of last summer he had taken a very abrupt interest in wizrding law especially financial and judicial laws. Of course needlessly to say he had kept the research quiet since he dint want Hermione hammering into him about wasting time instead of studying, however Harry had been burnt once and he wanted to be better prepared should any thing else of that sort happened again and considering who he was and his panache for attracting trouble he dint doubt it would happen again.
Before he could settle down with the books, his eyes fell on a bound volume on the top of a shelf "Arts Of The Mind". Slowly he pulled it down and read the preface which spoke of calming techniques, organizing techniques, and finally the mind arts of Occlumensy and Legilamensy. He set it to one side and read it again. He dint know why but he had a very strong felling that soon he would not need it even though some part of him was screaming at him that it was very important for him to learn it. He decided to follow his instincts but felt that the calming and organizing techniques would be useful.
After dinner,
Today was a very interesting day Harry decided. The last year when Sirius had been informing him of his family's wealth, he had been a bit embarrassed, almost ashamed and more often then not wondering what Ron would say about it. But today, today had been an eye opener. He had read most of the books detailing his family's many investments which were both in the wizarding and muggle world and spread across businesses old and new with a very much diversified portfolio invested such that the money would be earned in any circumstance. He decided he would soon be meeting his family's accountants who managed the vast wealth, properties, and estates. He also decided to get in touch with the family's law wizards who had worked with the House Potter for centuries.
The other items of interest had been the vast estates and the many residences he owned. Another very interesting one had been the seat in wizengamot and a member of the wizard high council formed by the greater families. On going through the books he understood why his parents had chosen to stay at Godric's Hollow. The house was small summer cottage given as a gift and had not been listed and was just large enough to easily cast the fidilius charm which would have been difficult to cast over the large properties like Potter manor. For a moment he had an overwhelming urge to leave Privet Drive and stay at the many different estates but that urge was curbed just as quickly. He knew that Privet Drive was very well protected after all Voldemort himself had told that when he had been abducted and he wanted to know what exactly that protection worked like. He had on a few occasions felt the wards especially when he was feeling particularly emotional and he was curious about them but with the books in the library he could out more about them.
With that he came out of his trunk and greeted Hedwig and went down to take a walk outside. Today had been a day filled with surprises and he felt a bit drained. His thoughts fell on the letter that his mother had written, her urgings to prepare himself, to be unique and stand out, to be a leader who could bring a change in the world. He had been in the wizarding world for five years, five very closeted years in spite of all the adventures, but he knew that the wizarding world had many flaws and many problems. Even after all the wars fought, there were almost negligible changes to the way people still thought or the many laws, the rampant discrimination amongst the wizards against almost every one especially considering that the many wars fought used their discrimination as their basis. But worse was the almost slavish manner in which people followed every thing that was written or told by others never taking a stand for themselves, believing that someone else had to do everything for them.
He remembered the times the populace of Hogwarts had turned on him and then praised him sky high, of the articles in the Prophet and the ministries war of propaganda against him, of the fact that somehow innocents were sentenced to Azkaban and the perpetrators free when such things as Veritaserum was available. Oh yes, the wizarding world needed change, to come into the modern times and for the better or for the worse he would bring about that change.
He lay down on the lawns and watched the stars and wondered if his path was written there. The coming year would be difficult he knew. Before this he would just have wanted to go to the Burrow and be one of the brood of many, enjoying the quiet trust and affection in the family. Even though he now knew that Molly had taken him at Dumbledore's urgings, the times at the Burrow were some of his happier ones of the last few years where he had come the closest to being family. Family! Ah how that word burnt him mocking him, giving him tantalizing hints of what he had so longed for. The last one who was truly family, was now gone and though he dint think it his fault alone, he would regret and grieve his passing. There was Remus but he was not sure about him, after all it seemed Dumbledore had his hand well wrapped around him considering that he supplied his wolfsbane potion. And then there was Ron and Hermione. He dint really understand what to do about them, they were his best friends, but were they being used by Dumbledore, were they reporting to him. Both had shared his moments of joys and sorrow, and his best memories would always contain them. But he knew their faults, Hermione, her blind devotion to authority and rules, taking the written words of others as the law and Ron, his jealousy for every thing others had, never believing in what he had, nor trying to work for what he wanted but waiting for it to come to him. However it was their black and white views of the world that really bothered him, for they dint see the gray's that riddled every thing that existed. He looked around him and sighed again, he dint doubt one thing, nothing would ever be same again. He would strive to be the new light his mother had talked about, oh yes he would strive to be that and yet at what cost for himself and every one he knew. He cursed Dumbledore and his manipulations and wowed to take one lesson to heart, "Nothing is as it seems". Yes he decided, tomorrow would be a new day for a new being and the first change he would bring about would be to his own life.
And far far away did they who forever watched the skies know that what they sought was coming about. A rare smile lit up his face and bowed before he left for the depths of the great forest. Change, oh yes change was coming and wizarding world would never know of it.
AN: Thanks for the reivews guys. I have every intention of writing more.