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"Speaking"

Thoughts

'Telepathy'

"Spells"

"Foreign Languages"

§Parseltongue§

A/N: Much of this is taken from other story "I am a wizard!" but I have added extra content in here in spots and there is a new ending so you should read this. Please vote in the poll on my profile about this story and "I am a Wizard!".

August 6th, 2003

Groaning a bit I sat up in bed the next morning. As dingy as the room looked in the Leaky Cauldron the beds sure were comfortable. Rubbing the grit out of my eyes I slipped my glasses on before stepping out of my bed into my house slippers and slipped on my house coat. Twisting right and left I sighed as my back popped. That had felt good. I gave my neck and knuckles a good cracking as well before walking towards the bathroom. I loved magical bathrooms. They never ran out of hot water or lost pressure. Nor would the temperature change if a toilet was flushed or a sink turned on. Plus the mirrors never fogged up.

Taking care of everything I needed in the bathroom I sat at the small table provided. Grabbing the menu I tapped my selections with my wand. Five minutes later a plate of cheesy scrambled eggs, bacon and toast appeared on the table. Along with it was a glass of milk and a glass of apple juice. I had tried pumpkin juice the first day I was here and let me tell you, it was nasty. I remember Harry not liking it but I had wanted to try it for myself. I will be sticking to apple or orange juice thank you very much.

'Good morning, my lord.' Shaotan's voice sounded in my mind.

'Good morning Shaotan.' I replied. 'What would you like for breakfast?'

'The beef with gravy.' Shaotan answered shifting into the shape of a monkey.

My brows rose but I retrieved the requested food. Putting it in a bowl I added a spoon for him. I had to laugh. Here I was, now a wizard, and eating breakfast with a monkey who could change his own shape and I could speak with telepathically. Quite a change to my frankly normal and fairly boring life. Most of the time I had either been at school or at work. What little free time I had had was usually spent trying to relax. I was either hanging out with friends, playing video games or working on things around the house.

"Good morning lad." Angus Leeds greeted me as I walked into his shop.

"Good morning Angus." I said, nodding to the man.

"You'll be happy ta know that yer trunk is done and ready." Angus told me. "All I need is to key ya into the security charms. Did ya bring yer wand?"

"Of course." I replied. I didn't know a witch or wizard who would be without their wand. With a twist of my wrist my wand shot into my hand and I caught it. Heh, I hadn't been the good to begin with. I had fumbled my wand several times the night before before I got the gesture down. It only took a couple of minutes to key me into the charms and I was eager to check out my trunk apartment.

"Watch this." Angus told me with an excited grin.

He laid the bottom of my trunk against the wall before dragging his wand across the top in an 'X'. The trunk seemed to stretch and stick to the wall. Within seconds there was a wooden door and frame where none had been before.

"No way!" I exclaimed with a laugh.

Opening the door I stepped into a sitting area with a couch, comfy overstuffed recliners and a fireplace. All of the furniture was a nice, warm brown color. The floor was carpeted with thick, soft carpet. A welcome mat laid on the floor that, according to Angus, would clean anyone's feet or shoes when they stepped on it so it wouldn't get in the carpet. Every light in the trunk I had globe lights put in that acted like non-magical lights instead of torches. They provided brighter, more even light, and could be controlled by switches or voice.

Next was my favorite addition. A large kitchen with maple cabinets and a grey and black granite counter tops, a double sink that conjured it's own water, a large cold cabinet with preservation charms, a large freezer section, and a pantry with preservation charms. The floor were sanded and polished dark hard wood and the back splash was tiled in a light creme. The middle of room was dominated by a large island I could prepare food on. Off to the side was a kitchen table with four chairs and a chandelier hanging over the table. The counter tops were also illuminated with small lights beneath the top cabinets. The stove even had a hood that vanished smoke. I had wanted this in case I wanted to make my own food. I loved cooking and baking.

Next was my study with a big wooden desk and a sinfully comfy crimson desk chair. I had ordered two, one for my trunk and one for my dorm room as school. The filing cabinets I had ordered were made of mahogany and were reinforced with metal. Along the walls were several recessed book shelves connected with the third compartment and the windows were charmed to change from day to night cycle with several different images in them. A ceiling fan hanging from the ceiling produce a nice breeze.

Next was the bedroom with a large closet that was connected to the second compartment. The bedroom was three times the size of the bedroom at Privet Drive. The bed was a large full sized bed that was also sinfully comfortable. I envisioned many nights sleeping on it. Also included was a finely crafted set of cherry wood furniture. A large dresser, chest of drawers and a couple of nightstands. I had a ceiling fan placed in there as well.

Then there was the bathroom. I wanted a spacious bathroom. It of course had a toilet, a large in the floor tub charmed to work like a Jacuzzi if I wanted and a large shower. Everything was done in white gold-veined marble with golden fixtures.

I, of course, had to have a training room. Angus informed me that several professional Quidditch players had that option. Inside was a running track in the floor, bars charmed to get progressively heavier, a boxing bag hanging from the ceiling, exercise mats, jump ropes and a stationary bike. The other half of the room was dedicated to an area for spell training and contained several sparring dummies Angus had included in it for free with me being who I was. One was even charmed to teach non-magical self defense.

The next room was a vault where I could store anything very valuable to me. It had several spells and lock boxes. I would make sure to add my own protections later. It was hidden behind a large tapestry of the Potter Coat of Arms that only I, or someone of Potter blood, could move.

Next was my own Potion's lab.

It was filled with several benches and a potion's cupboard under preservation charms, an ingredient cupboard with the same and quite a bit of storage area. It was also well illuminated with both lights and windows and had hoods above each station that would suck up any fumes, smoke and would produce a shield to block potential explosions or spills. The last room was a room charmed with lights that emitted solar energy and had built in sprinklers so I could grow my own potion's ingredients. Every light in the trunk I had globe lights put in that acted like non-magical lights instead of torches. They provided brighter, more even light and could be controlled by switches or voice.

I grinned happily.

"It's great Angus." I told him causing his face to light in pleasure. "Even better than I thought it would be."

"Twas my pleasure lad." He told me but I could tell he was pleased. Following him back out the trunk he showed me how to return it to being a trunk before showing me how to shrink it. I had to tap the front twice with my wand. With that my trunk shrunk down to the size of a deck of cards.

So cool. I thought.

I paid the man and even gave him a small tip for getting it done on time and for such great work. He tried to wave it off but I wouldn't have it. He finally gave in and thanked me.

Mortimer's Apothecary was my next stop. Peter had recommended the shop as a shop for the more serious Potion brewers. My memories told me I was one of the top students in Potions and I really wanted to study them either way. The shop was nestled between two others and wouldn't be noticed very much if you didn't know it was there.

"Welcome." An aged voice said. Standing behind the counter was an old wizard, slightly stooped with age but with clear, intelligent blue eyes. He wore a slightly outdated suit with tight sleeves. "I am Articus Mortimer, owner."

"Hello." I said, shaking his hand. "I am Harry – "

"Potter." Mortimer interrupted him.

My brows rose in surprise causing Mortimer to smirk slightly.

"You have the look of a Potter about you." Mortimer said. "I was friends with your Grandfather Fleamont. He even invested in this shop, allowing me to move to this location and out of Knockturn Alley. Your mother was also a frequent customer of mine before they went into hiding. She was a sweet girl and smart as whip."

A part of me that was still Harry Potter smiled at the tidbit about Lily Potter.

"What kind of cauldron or cauldrons would you recommend?" I asked him.

"The standard Pewter cauldrons most other shops sell aren't worth packing home and can be quite dangerous to the user or others around them." Mortimer sneered. "Some even contain lead. My cauldron's do not."

At his recommendation I did purchase a couple lead-free Pewter Cauldrons but I also bought a tin-lined copper cauldron and one made from cast iron. I also bought a heavier duty scale that was very accurate. I also purchased a very nice set of silver potion knives and sheers that came in their own wooden carrying case. Mortimer explained how to take care of them and how to sharpen them correctly. They weren't charmed or enchanted as the magic could interfere with some ingredients.

He helped me pick out my ingredients and showed me how to package them so they wouldn't cause cross-contamination in other ingredients. After his lecture I had no desire to ever buy the student's Potion Kits that other Apothecaries carried again. According to Mortimer they were sold cheap as their ingredients were of lesser quality and packaged together. It wasn't rare to find rotten or old ingredients inside of them.

I also bought a special solution that ate any residue inside of a cauldron, preventing cross contamination. I could use it till I learned to brew my own. I also purchased a box of hairnets from him. They kept any hair, sweat or dandruff from falling into the potion. It also kept potion fumes out of your hair. In addition to a grooming charm that would vanish any hair or skin that fell off the user's body it would help to stop me from contaminating my potions.

Most of the vials I purchased had Unbreakable charms on them just in case. I didn't want them to break at an inopportune time or for someone else to break, perhaps a certain disliked Potion's Master. While there I also purchased a Potioneer's belt. It contained pouches I could store ingredients in that I collected, tools and finished potions. All of the pouches were charmed so the contents could not be harmed.

I added two sets of cutting boards and a couple of self-winding timers to my purchases as well as several Self-Burning Potion burners for my trunk. One cutting board was for plant based material and the other for organic. After some thought I also purchased some pre-made certified potions including a dozen doses of the Wit-Sharpening Potion, Pepper-Up and a jar of burn salve. At the end I added a large box of bezoars to my bill. I didn't want to be caught with out those little miracles. When I went to pay Mortimer surprised me by offering me a discount. He scowled at me when I tried to refuse and rapped me lightly on the knuckles.

"I'll hear nothing about it lad." He said. "Your grandfather helped me. Any Potter who shops here will never pay full price."

I finally gave in an accepted it but I was sure to thank him.

My stop at Scribbulus Writing Implements yielded a bunch of parchment, quills and ink. While there I also purchased several never-ending journals that always had more pages and were charmed against spills or the elements. The last thing I grabbed in the shop was a lap desk that was charmed to fit comfortably on the user's lap and to never spill anything on it.

Some might question why I bothered with a quill, ink and parchment at all since I am used to paper and pens and pencils. Well, it has to do with the organic nature of the items. A witch or wizards magic flowed through the organic nature of both the quill and ink to the organic nature of the parchment. This allowed you to imprint your magical signature into it. This was how binding contracts were written and enforced. It also allowed teachers to check to see if you did your own work on homework and tests. So despite a modern person seeing them as archaic writing tools they actually served a purpose.

I caught a break when I was visiting a grocers ran by a half-blood wizard named Timothy Mackey. He agreed to order me some cases of things I wanted. Many of the items could only be found in the US but with magic it was easier, and cheaper to ship them over. I ordered a couple cases each of Three Musketeers, Hershey's Milk & Dark Chocolate candy bars, Hershey's Kisses regular and almond, Butterfingers, Hershey's Peanut Butter Cups, M&Ms regular, peanut and peanut butter, Snickers, Milky Way candy bars, Tootsie Rolls, Blow Pops, Pixie Sticks and Laffy Taffy.

The owner was happy as he would make nearly twenty dollars of pure profit from each case. I also bought a case each of Jiffy peanut butter, beef jerky, sunflower seeds, dried mangoes, regular and chocolate Oreo's and Chips Ahoy! Cookies. Lastly I purchased several cases of Jolt Cola. It would cost me a pretty penny but I wanted my snacks and I had the money, so why not?

While there I also purchased meals in a can. An amazing innovation that had whole meals inside of a small can or tin. They had food ranging from turkey dinners with sides, roasted chickens and more exotic food like Chinese and Indian meals. Needless to say I bought quite a few of them. I was told that any I didn't like I could return for a refund. I made sure to purchase fresh produce and meat as well for meals I would cook myself. Whilst there I splurged a little on a set of cutting boards and a set of knives that would never dull and were pre-charmed to chop or cut things the way the user wanted. That would definitely save on prep time.

Whilst buying clothes, charmed, of course, with two times growth charms and to repel stains and water, I purchased a black, wolf-fur cloak made from the fur of a dire-wolf that I thought looked cool. Might have thought I looked like a Stark when I looked in the mirror.

Winter is coming. I thought with a mental giggle. After a bit of thought I also purchased some nice gloves and a thick black dire-wolf fur blanket I really wanted as well.

With my magical purchases done I headed to the nearest public floo station to floo to St. Mungo's where I had an appointment. Luckily I remembered how to floo as I had no desire to trip or go flying out of one. When you reached close to your destination you needed to will yourself to slow down and take a step forward to exit correctly. Coming out of the floo I still stumbled a little but it wasn't as bad as I thought.

Still it would never be my favorite kind of magical travel, no matter how convenient it was to step from one fireplace to another. Not sure who had thought of the idea either because it didn't seem to be a sane thing to step into a fire. Stepping out the floo I looked around the lobby. It took quite a bit for me not to gape at the various injuries. One child had had her hair replaced by tentacles that kept trying to grasp things. A wizard was hiccuping out smoke rings while another was floating in space. I made myself over to the welcome desk. The welcome witch was a young witch with blond hair and silver glasses.

"Good afternoon." I greeted the welcome witch softly. "I have an appointment."

"Name?" The witch asked.

"Harry Potter." I replied.

The witch gasped slightly, her eyes flickering to my forehead before she blushed and looked back at her schedule book.

"Y-Yes you are to see Healer Branford in room 51." She informed him.

"Thank you." I said, nodding to the witch.

Just as I was about to walk away her voice stopped me.

"W-Wait." She said. Turning back to her my brows rose in question. "C-Could I get your autograph?"

I laughed softly.

"Sure." I said with a shrug. "What's your name?"

"J-Janine." The witch replied with a smile.

Accepting a piece of parchment and a quill I scanned it to make sure I wasn't actually signing anything before I wrote out:

For Janine,

Have a good day!

Harry James Potter

"Thank you!" She exclaimed as I handed it back.

"No problem." I smile before offering her a nod.

Walking back to the room I was supposed to be in I had only just sat down before a witch appeared in front of me with a small 'crack'. She was a middle age witch with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She offered him a bright smile when she saw him.

"Good afternoon Mr. Potter." She greeted me. "What can I do for you today?"

"I have never been to St. Mungo's and wanted to make sure I have all of my vaccinations." I told her. "I was bitten by a basilisk last year but had it cured with phoenix tears. I wanted to make sure nothing is wrong with me. Plus I need some new glasses."

"A basilisk?" She yelped, paling. Her wand leapt to her hand and she started casting spells at me. Five minutes later she sagged with a sigh of relief. "Please excuse me for a moment Mr. Potter while I call a college in to consult. I want to make sure my results are correct."

I shrugged.

"Alright." I agreed.

She returned a few minutes later balding dark haired wizard with slightly drooping cheeks and a five o'clock shadow. The man pulled out his wand and cast his own charms before consulting Healer Branford's work.

"Mr. Potter I am Healer Benning." The wizard informed me. "I am an expert in dangerous beasts and their venom's. Now one does not often deal with a basilisk and never one as old as the one you described but our diagnostics say that you are fine. Actually you are better than fine. While you do need some vaccinations I wasn't brought in to consult about those. The basilisk venom and phoenix tears in your blood seemed to have merged together. Thanks to them you will likely be immune to almost any poison in the world. They even seem to boost your health and have increased your rate of healing. If the antibodies in your blood could be distilled it is likely they could be used to cure others of poisons as well."

I had no interest in handing my blood over to anyone and informed him so. It was well known, not just in the Harry Potter series, but in other fantasy series that a person's blood could be used against them in horrifying ways. I had no desire to test whether or not that was true or not. The two were disappointed but agreed that I didn't have to. Healer Benning left almost immediately after that.

Forty minutes later I was leaving St. Mungo's with all of my vaccinations taken care. Luckily I didn't have to drink the damn potions. They were spelled into my body with a special switching charm. The nicest thing about my visit was my new glasses. Burnt black metal frames with oval lenses. My glasses were charmed with an unbreakable charm, a comfort charm, anti-summoning, and so only I could remove them. The lenses were charmed with a impervious charm so I never needed to clean them nor would they fog up and the lenses would automatically change tint based on light levels.

I had asked if there was any way to heal my eyes but was told it was too risky until my magic completely settled around age twenty-one. Thankfully the treatment was relatively pain free and was guaranteed to work. The new method had been invented by an American wizard Charles Beamer. They explained the old method hurt a lot worse and there was the possibility of vision loss or total blindness.

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