Harry had spent the morning of Saturday the 8th of August going through his mindscape looking through the information from the repository that was unlocked. What he was doing wasn't occlumency in the wizarding sense which would have been more akin to the flame and the void, in that the practitioner controlled their reaction by clearing their mind feeding all their thoughts and memories to the flame before the legilimencer could read them.
The wizards and witches of today would probably deem his method impossible, as occlumency and legilimency dealt more with surface thoughts and tricking the target into thinking about the memory the searcher wished to see—not actually entering another's mindscape and searching for the wanted memories themselves.
If he had been able to learn how to construct a mindscape like this before coming back in time his might have resembled the library at Hogwarts or the castle itself. Now however, it resembled one of the cities from the repository. A dome of blue-green surrounded a sprawling crystalline structure covered with lofty towers made of a blue metal that his mind told him was harder than diamond. When he wasn't using it the city would ascend into the night sky or sink beneath the ocean depths. And this was only the access point to the rest of the information in his mind.
For one to reach what he had deemed important they'd have to access the cities computers and retrieve the information from near identical cities spread across his imagined duplicate of the galaxy. Harry realized there was no such thing as a completely impenetrable mind, however, wizards being what they were wouldn't be capable of understanding computers in even the most primitive forms let alone the advanced versions he was using as part of his mental landscape.
While a vast portion of the database was still inaccessible, there was a large amount of cultural data about the Alterans. His subconscious mind had already sorted the information as it received it from the repository. In order for him to gain access to the knowledge from the repository he had to demonstrate a certain level of understanding by visiting the repository at which point it would let him unlock the next level of information. With the help of the database he had managed to pass the level of knowledge equivalent to a high school student from earth. He now had a access to the basic level of information about the core subjects and Alteran culture.
Out of curiosity one of the first things he'd looked up was child abuse. For the most part child abuse didn't exist for the culture that had built the repository. Mainly because in the main cities when they had children, they grew up together in a communal care group known in the ancient language as maturia. All parents worked together to teach and guide the children in the group.
In the few instances where abuse happened if they caught it early enough they would used a device to return the victim to a younger age and remove the memories of the abuse before providing them with a new home, for older ages they used a variety of techniques depending on the willingness of the victim, the minimum for treatment being therapy and counseling. The instigators of the abuse were faced with the options of a complete personality rewrite, de-aging or some form of rehabilitation depending on the severity and nature of the abuse.
The sense of self or personal identity was a very important concept for the Alteran people. Removing or altering a person's memories was not something to be done lightly. He briefly considered the list of programmed memories the repository had available for abuse cases before rejecting the idea.
While the memory treatment would stop him from flinching every time Sandra decided it was time to give him a hug or when James wanted to wrestle the program would completely overwrite his mind which would effectively replace him with the mind of an Alteran seven year old. He wouldn't be Harry the son of Lily and James Potter, he'd be a generic Alteran juvenile with the name Harry and the memories of growing up in an Alteran city. The program did allow for some basic replacements like favorite foods and name but it wouldn't let him keep any prior knowledge. There were more advanced programs which would have allowed such, but they required more advanced equipment than he had available.
Setting aside his thoughts Harry went into the garage where he knew Jason had some old broken electronics. He compared them to the examples of technology from the repository. Beside him on the table next to the box was a soldering iron kit and a circuit probe, he needed a digital multimeter but all he had was an analog voltage gauge.
He laughed to himself. For a people who regularly used what they called magic, wizards sure had a large number of rules and restrictions. True magic, the kind he thought of when he was younger, before Petunia had made it known such thoughts were unwelcome, if he thought of it at all was unrestricted, wild, and capable of anything. It was also dangerous and quite capable of harming those who used it. The magic used by the wizarding world had rules, it was definable, when used in excess a wizard would feel drained, therefore it was quantifiable.
While traditionally he couldn't break Gamps Law—or at least most magicals would have insisted that he couldn't-regarding the transfiguration of food or gold. Over the past week in between enjoying his first real childhood, he had been studying Jason's textbooks, the thought occurred to him he could use his enhanced concentration and understanding of atoms to synthesize objects using existing materials. He figured it was a combination of conjuration and transfiguration. The process, he imagined, would be reminiscent of the Molecular Construction Device a generically named, power hog of a modification to the base technology the repository was built on. He could only get a very general description of the device as it's specifications were locked away behind several puzzles.
The idea of using his magic and imagination to synthesize what he needed using what he already had on hand was not something he would have thought of before coming back in time. It required an understanding of atoms, molecular chains and an idea of how much energy would be needed to both disassemble and reassemble the existing material. It would be easier than attempting to conjure something out of thin air, though still tiring, if he had all the elements he needed on hand. Visualizing the design he needed based off of his studies, what was in the repository and the materials he had available and he pushed his magic into the design.
Reficio he spoke the latin-alteran word for remake holding his wand hand over the collected metal, sand, rubber, and plastic. A bead of sweat dripped from his hairline down his forehead as his magic picked apart the material and reassembled it. He let his arm fall as the feeling of his magic working stopped pulling letting him know the digital multimeter hardened against interference was finished.
He took a moment to catch his breath the feeling of being able to see the individual atoms and molecules was a bit intoxicating and very draining. Reficio was a very draining spell he basically just invented. There is no wand movement, though a wand acts as a power amplifier by providing ambient energy to augment the caster's own energy. It was a very draining process mentally requiring a complete understanding down of the object to be created. While he'd been concentrating on his task he'd been unable to focus on what was happening around him. That was not something to be done regularly or with distractions around. What if someone had walked in on him, or what if they messed with what he was working on while his focus was on the next segment. He didn't even want to think about trying to materialize larger quantities of some of the less dense material used in the more advanced technology, though they small gems might not be to bad given their repetitive structure. A high energy substance like naquadah would be nearly impossible.
Grinning as he picked up the device that didn't exist just a few moments ago, Harry carefully examined his creation for any defects. The multimeter had a display for up to eight digits with a moveable decimal point for precision in lower voltages. Surprisingly the corresponding alteran unit of measurement was about the same as the earth volt unit. There might have been a minor variance due to the precision of Alteran scientific equipment but nothing he would notice. He made sure to design it to be compatible with the wires from older voltmeter, not wanting to make a new set of wires for it.
He started picking apart the bulky mobile phone, the phone itself wasn't to bad it was mainly the battery pack and the antenna that took up the space. The bulky battery pack weighed too much for the trickle of power it provided. It was designed for up to three channels which were shared among other licensed users. He wished he had one of the handheld scanners common for Alteran scientists according to the database, he could use it to gain a detailed scan of the phone's circuits. Unfortunately there wasn't one in his stash of equipment. It was probably considered too advanced to leave among the then primitive humans.
What was he doing in here again? He thought to himself, before remembering that he was looking for something to fix the reception on the radio. The family was still using an older model that made use of bulky heat sinks and power converters.
Looking at the mass of wires and other dead electronics he shrugged his shoulders, why not? There was enough material there. He grabbed some wood from a pile in the corner and mentally prepared himself, pulling up the specifications for an electric radio again hardened against the interference which would be normal for a family using magic around the house. He adjusted the design to match that of the examples of recent technology in Jason's store catalogs.
Reficio he said the spell as he pushed his magic, this time moderating himself instead of throwing everything he had at the process all at once, he tightly controlled the flow of magic down his arm, it was still tiring but less so than before, and he didn't fall into as deep of a trance so he was able to maintain some awareness of his surroundings while working the spell.
A few minutes later the completed product of his effort was sitting in front of him. Almost all of the broken electronics had been used a few looked like they had been partially eaten by acid. He picked it up and carried it inside with the multimeter in his back pocket. It was light, lighter than he had expected for the size. He pushed it onto the counter next to the older radio which was probably from the sixties and plugged it in. He switched speaker wires from the old radio to the new one turned it on and adjusted the dial to Jason's favorite classical music station.
He let himself relax into the music. For the first time the speakers played the soft melodies without the almost constant crackle and hiss the older radio had been known to let bleed in.
"That's the clearest I've ever heard the radio, sounds like I'm standing there." Jason said from the doorway.
Harry jumped. "Don't sneak up on a guy while he's listening to his music!"
"Mind if we talk Adrian?" Jason chuckled while Harry turned the volume down. "Sandra and I had a discussion earlier, and she noticed you flinching."
Harry sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "I've been trying to stop doing that; but it's difficult."
"I know. Adric you know that what you went through was wrong. It's the perfect example of why none of the Evans clan whom are in-the-know trusted Dumbledore." Jason took a breath. "I've gotten off topic, Adrian, the reason I wanted to talk to you about this was because there's a family spell that might be able to help. And the reason I mention this instead of sending you to a therapist is because of the secrecy issues."
Harry looked nervous. "At this point, if it will help, then I'm willing to consider it."
"The spell was developed by a member of the family who was a spy for the king at the time. It duplicates one person's memories and experiences giving them to another in such a way that they become that person's memories. It allowed him to fool any test either veritaserum or legilimens because they were in effect his own memories."
"What's the catch?"
"Once the process is done, the new memories are there to stay. Well, you could have them obliviated; but it would be a long and difficult process requiring a master legilimens comparing between the two sets of memories. Also there's no picking and choosing which memories to transfer. It's all or nothing. The spell will prevent your identity from being overwhelmed by that of the donor, but with more memories to be duplicated it would be more difficult to do so."
"So, whose memories would I be receiving?" Harry asked certain he didn't want Jason's memories or a girl's memories—that would be awkward. It would have to be someone his current physical age.
"James volunteered. I admit he caught us by surprise when he walked into the room after listening in; sneaky little rascal. You'll get the sum of his experience. The spell will replace all instances of James name with yours, and you'll keep all your old memories—though the new ones will feel a bit more prominent."
"Alright, I'll do it." Harry finally said after a long silence looking at his hands and weighing the options.
"It will be easier to do if you both are asleep, and next to each other or at least in the same room." Jason said.
"I guess one of us will be having a sleepover tonight." Harry said resignedly. "Jason?" Harry looked up at him. "I'm glad you asked for my input first." Harry looked down at his feet before looking back up at his adoptive father. "It means a lot to me that you wouldn't just do something like this without telling me claiming it was for some nebulous greater good."
Jason's expression darkened for a moment. "That's the lazy way out, if I were to start defining things as for the greater good, I would find myself doing the most distasteful things."
A moment of silence passed between the two of them and Jason feeling somewhat better after completing the daunting task of confronting Harry, looked around. "So, where did the new radio come from?"
"I made it." Harry said without embellishment though his smile betrayed his pride in his work.
"Good craftsmanship. It's a very elegant design. I won't ask how or when exactly you made it. I'd probably faint."
Harry frowned as he remembered the nanomorph he'd left at Gringotts last Friday. "I need a few hours to do something Jason."
"You've got the time." Jason said looking at the clock. "Oh and Leonard said he would have to move dinner to next Saturday, so don't worry about having to show off those translations tonight."
Harry went upstairs to his trunk dropping into the furnished seventh compartment. He stripped and morphed into his older self before grabbing a set of wizarding robes appropriate for a twenty-one year old. He grabbed the nanite controller from the stash of technology and apparated to the alley. Finding a quiet spot near Gringotts he turned on the device which connected to and displayed the closest nanomorph somewhere underneath the alley. It had managed to complete the mission early that morning by generating a plasma blast and firing at the cup until it melted. He watched the video log as the inky black cloud rose from the cup in a silent scream before shredding itself and fading. Silent because he had the sound turned off. The nanomorph had then made its way down to the Evans vault.
Harry walked into the bank and after a few minutes wait in the line found himself before one of the goblin tellers. He flashed his Evans headship ring. "I need to visit my vault."
"Pintsize!" The teller called a vertically challenged goblin guide over from the doors. Harry just raised an eyebrow at the name. "Take this customer to his vault."
Pintsize was a surly goblin that was short even by goblin standards. "Vault number?" the goblin asked as he led the way.
"Number four-oh-seven" Harry said double checking the number on the ring, which doubled as the key. It was an uneventful roller coaster ride down to the vault where Harry inserted his ring into the slot while the goblin did his unlocking magic on the door.
Inside the vault Harry changed his mind about leaving the diadem at Hogwarts and decided to have a bit of fun, he had the nanomorph change shape to look like a slightly older version of his late father. He uploaded a basic duplicate of his own personality and exited the vault with a nanomorph duplicate of his dad tagging along behind him. Pintsize blinked in surprise at the presence of the other figure but since Harry was obviously unconcerned decided to ignore it.
Harry, the nanomorph and Pintsize climbed back into the cart and sped back to the surface. Making their way to the apparition point amidst stares and hushed whispering at the James Potter clone, they apparated to Hogsmeade. "Take a stroll around town. Don't let Dumbledore catch you. If you see him before you reach the train station cloak yourself immediately. Once you've reached the station cloak return to Honeydukes and enter the cellar use the secret passageway hidden under the floor to enter Hogwarts make your way to the seventh floor and go through the wall opposite the portrait labeled Barnabas the Barmy. Follow the path between the junk until you reach a bust with an old tiara on it. Destroy the tiara, and then return to Honeydukes cellar. Stay invisible the entire time you are in the castle."
The nanomorphs were capable of observing and adjusting their appearance and coloring to match their surroundings at speeds faster than the human eye could see, it made for a mostly effective invisibility cloak not dissimilar to the disillusionment charm. If you knew exactly where it was and really tried to see it you might be able to detect the barest flicker of an outline along the edge where the nanites had trouble projecting light from.
Having given his order to the nanomorph, Harry disapparated back to his room and morphed back into his younger self shedding the now to large clothing, returning to his smaller clothes.
Sitting in his room Harry decided to try something. He had the Black heir ring, so he should theoretically be able to call Kreacher. Then he wouldn't need to go to Grimmauld place.
"Kreacher!" he waited a few seconds. He was about to give it up for lost when the little monster showed up.
"Who are you? Kreacher felt the summons but didn't know who could be calling for him. Nasty blood traitor master is in nasty Azkaban prison. Mistress said he finally showed his true loyalty." The demented little elf muttered under his breath for a couple more seconds.
Harry finally spoke up. "Kreacher, I am the heir to house Black. The Head of house is my godfather. He never received a trial. Kreacher did Master Regulus give you something?"
Kreacher stopped muttering and looked up sharply. "Kreacher doesn't know who you are, but you feel familiar and Kreacher feels compelled to answer. Good master Regulus gave Kreacher a locket which he asked Kreacher to destroy. But no matter how Kreacher has tried Kreacher has been unable to destroy it as master requested."
"Kreacher I can destroy it." Harry told the house-elf.
"Master would do this for Kreacher?" the old elf spoke with awe.
"Bring me the locket and you can watch me destroy it."
Kreacher bowed his head. "Kreacher has taken to carrying the locket with Kreacher." with shaking hands the old house elf lifted the chain from his neck and handed it reverently over to Harry.
Harry opened his trunk and motioned for the elf to follow him into the magically shielded apartment. He picked up one of the weapons from the pile aimed carefully and fired three times. the blue-white bolt of energy shot from the hand weapon as the locket glowed warmly. He fired another three times. On the seventh firing a black mist arose from the locket giving a shrill scream. It attempted to fly at Harry but Kreacher snapped his fingers and it ran into a barrier before fading.
Harry looked at the still hot twisted remains of molten metal that once resembled a locket. Fixing the design of a new locket similar to the old one in his mind's eye he cast his magic down his arm and let his magic reshape the gold into the new design. Carefully picking up the new locket which now bore the House of Black crest Harry handed it over to Kreacher.
"Kreacher take this new locket in remembrance of Regulus who died helping to weaken the half blood dark lord Voldemort." Harry gave the locket to Kreacher before remembering how grimmauld place looked the last time he was there. It shouldn't be that bad yet though. "Kreacher I need you to clean the House of Black. Cursed items should be gathered into one of the rooms for sorting later. The house must be suitable for my Lord Black when he returns, and Kreacher, don't forget to take time to eat and sleep."
The house-elf looked on the verge of tears of happiness. "Master is most kind. Even if he is a filthy half blood. Kreacher is most happy to have such a powerful new master."
"Oh and Kreacher you are to design a new uniform, something befitting a servant of the House of Black. That pillowcase is quite frankly disgusting and not fit for a muggle. Be sure to include the house crest in the design." Harry said hoping that having the elf make himself new clothing would get around the theatrics involved with giving a house-elf clothing.
"As you wish master," Kreacher replied. Harry just sighed having given up on correcting house elves on his name as a lost effort and dismissed the elf.
He needed to find out exactly where Azkaban was and get access to Sirius, he knew it was an island somewhere in the North Sea but it wouldn't be on any of the mundane maps. He decided his next project for the nanomorph would be to infiltrate the department of magical law enforcement and plant a colony of nanites on one of the prison guards so he could follow the signal when they changed guards. It would have to wait.
Harry knew he couldn't continue to rely on the gold in his family vaults; he needed to start generating a source of income. He felt there should be some way for him to use his knowledge of the future. And he couldn't just counterfeit the money, they had things like serial numbers and other tells that would be annoying to duplicate. Not to mention if he did he would devalue currency something the information from the database told him was a bad thing to do. It was a rip off to exchange the gold in his vault with the goblins for mundane money. They made enough of his gold just providing the secure storage. Perhaps he could use some of his capital to invest in a few companies. He decided to go talk with Jason and let him know he was back.
Harry locked his trunk back up and proceeded to Jason's study—or as Sandra affectionately called it, the man cave. "I can't keep using the family gold." He said entering the study.
Jason motioned to a seat next to him in front of the TV where a football game was playing (That'd be soccer for us Americans). "How can I help?"
"I know I'm not using much right now, but eventually there will come a time where I'll be spending more than we generate in interest. And, it just doesn't make sense economically to keep exchanging currency using the goblins. Gold is worth more in the non-magical market than what the goblins exchange it for. The ministry may force them to take a loss when making the exchange for new students but they are more than making up for it with their other exchanges."
Harry continued after a brief pause. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm going to need a source of non-wizard income soon."
Jason looked at him for a moment before saying, "Well there is the mundane stock market. And because the goblins don't have access to the family holdings in the mundane world you wouldn't know about that. I'll have to introduce you and James to the family account manager sometime. It's getting close enough anyway to introduce James to the concept of money."
At Harry's bewildered expression Jason explained about the stock market and how it worked. Harry was fascinated. He remembered computers were starting to become huge after one of Hermione's rants about the incompatibility of electronics with the wizarding world. She'd complained that such a useful researching tool would be unavailable while at Hogwarts. Then there were mobile phones much smaller and more useful than the one he'd been examining in the garage, he remembered Dudley whining to Petunia about getting him one. If he could get access to the telecommunications market before it boomed he would be set!
Another thought occurred to him, he had listened as Dudley and Vernon watched sports on the television, and if the mundane side was anything like the wizarding side. There would be a way to place bets on the outcome of matches. He'd need to take some time to confirm his 'predictions' were accurate and he only knew about the British teams that would play up until he went to school and then he only had information about the ones Dudley had talked about during the summer vacations. But he should still be able to make a decent amount of cash from the effort.
He left Jason's office making plans on where to invest his money for the greatest effect. It annoyed him, how little he'd paid attention to the world outside of wizarding Britain. He'd have to make do with foreknowledge of the major advancements that had affected the lives of his relatives and Hermione. He was still playing catch-up to where he thought he should be in the non-magical subjects. It was stupid really, if Vernon and Petunia had stopped to consider that if they really wanted him to reject wizarding Britain they should have made it impossible for him to live without modern society instead of punishing him every time he showed an interest in something they considered normal. Instead of stamping it out of him like they'd sworn they had only pushed him closer to magic when it came as an escape from them.
Harry pushed his thoughts aside for the moment, he was making progress but his plans could wait another day while he enjoyed being a carefree child in the summer. James was bugging him about trying out the new super soakers he'd gotten for his birthday. Both of them stayed close to home avoiding the park because Dudley and his group still bullied there. Though Dudley no longer led the group the compulsions Harry placed before he left had seen the decline of Dudley's leadership of that particular group of bullies.
By the time Sandra called the boys in they were soaked having started a water war with a few of the neighboring children. Sandra had used the garden hose to spray off what little mud they had on their shoes and pants. She had towels waiting for them inside ordering their wet clothes off and them up to the bathroom for a quick shower where her tone implied severe consequences if they weren't spotlessly clean in time for dinner.
Jason kept both boys up as long as he could before sending them up to James room. He followed them up a moment later with two potions, one a swirling red and gold and the other blue and silver. He gave Harry the red one and James the blue one.
"Take these they will help the memory transfer, keeping you both asleep until it's finished."
Harry gulped it down expecting it to taste bad when he was pleasantly surprised with a slight cinnamon and almond flavor with a hint of spiciness. He lay back and a moment later both boys were out.
Jason started the spell pointing his wand first at James. "Effingo in fratre memoriae suo;" as he moved the wand in between the two he continued, "Suum proprium nomis substituo;" before settling on Harry intoning with finality. "integrio memorare"
A brief line of silver flashed from James left temple into the air where it split into two, the first stream flowing to James right temple and the other stream changing from silver to golden and back before flowing into Harry's right temple. Jason noted the spell had initiated successfully, turned the light out and closed the door.
HPDD ~ HPDD ~ HPDD ~ HPDD
Nanomorph unit two wearing the face of James Potter and with a personality program based off of Harry Potter walked calmly down the main road of Hogsmeade towards the train station at the other end of the town.
It gave no attention to the wizards and witches whom all began staring out the doors and windows of the buildings lining the road. It walked just around the bend in the road when a sharp crack announced the arrival of a wizard dressed in long grey robes and half-moon spectacles.
"James!" Dumbledore near gasped.
As soon as Dumbledore spoke the nanomorph gave a predatory smirk and activated the optical cloak. Not to leave anything to chance it immediately leapt towards dumbledore knocking him over before activating a small anti-grav engine based off of the enchantments on wizard brooms to fly back to Honeydukes without providing the evidence of invisible footsteps on the dusty road.
Dissolving into a more liquid form it slid under the crack beneath the door and flowed across the floor while perfectly matching the appearance of the tile underneath it. Within minutes it was into the cellar and then through the false stone cover over the secret tunnel.
The nanomorph reformed into the appearance of James having no reason to change the way it looked. After a moment self check to ensure all nanites were functioning optimally the nanomorph proceeded up the tunnel and into Hogwarts castle.
HPDD ~ HPDD ~ HPDD ~ HPDD
Luckily the spell only had seven years to cover so it only took up part of the night allowing both boys to slip into deep sleep sometime around midnight considering they'd gone to bed around seven. It took five hours to transfer James' memories. Because the way the spell was structured it used his new legal name as a member of the Evans family, Adrian had dreams of living the life James had, he experienced first hand having a birthday party and opening presents at christmas the spell worked perfectly to replace all instances of James' name with Adrian and what it could of James personality with that of Harry's.
When they both woke up early in the morning without Adrian noticing they both followed a similar routine. Wandering into the kitchen half awake the both greeting their parents at the same time.
"Morning mum, dad." both boys mumbled as they took their places at the table.
Jason started snickering as Sandra looked up. "How long is that going to last?"
"Oh I don't know shouldn't take more than a few hours for Adrian to snap out of it. Right now his mind is establishing a sort of equilibrium between his old memories and the new ones. The new memories have a dominant effect while that is happening. Until then they're identical twins!" Jason said with great humor and enthusiasm. Still snickering he leaned over to his wife and tried to quietly whispered, "You know Adrian should be more open to hugs now."
"You're right," she said getting a gleam in her eye. The boys ignored them climbing into the chairs at the table and placing food on their plates.
Adrian after sorting out his breakfast looked up, "We can hear you, you know. Your whispering isn't exactly quiet."
"Who says I wanted it to be quiet?" Jason said arching an eyebrow.
HPDD ~ HPDD ~ HPDD ~ HPDD
Around three in the afternoon Adrian retrieved the nanomorph from honeydukes and sent it cloaked into the ministry with orders to get to Azkaban and find Sirius, if it could it was to also inject some nanites into a few dementors. It was to then wait invisibly outside the cell occasionally broadcasting a patronus signal until Adrian could access the control tablet and have a conversation with Sirius.
Adrian felt it would be easier to fake Sirius' death than rely on the corrupt system to give him a trial. But he wanted to discuss it with Sirius first and get his cooperation. He also decided to send a nanomorph avatar to Neville's the avatar would have a copy of his personality and memories and instructions to teach Neville meditation and then the mage light orb, followed by lessons on the Alteran way of looking at the world. Beyond that the nanomorph would be Neville's friend, it would behave somewhat like an imaginary friend only showing up when Neville was alone, and it would look like Adrian. Adrian setup the control for it so that he could have conversations with Neville every now and then treating the nanomorph like an avatar.
The Azkaban nanomorph reached Sirius right after dinner, Adrian felt the tablet give a mental ping as the nanomorph signaled it was in position and awaiting orders. Adrian finished getting ready for bed and picked up the tablet toggling the display on. Crawling underneath the covers he decided to try something he'd read about in the repository database, mentally interfacing with the tablet and found himself seeing out of the nanomorph's eyes, controlling the mass of nanites he walked forward oozing between the bars of the cell.
"Sirius." Adrian called out to the form lying on the cot.
Sirius rolled over the feelings of the patronus aura the nanites were broadcasting made him curious. "James?"
Adrian looked down realizing he hadn't changed the form of this nanomorph from it's mission at the castle. "Not quite." he replied smirking.
"You can't be James he's dead. I've been in here a while but unless I've finally cracked, then I know I haven't been here long enough for you to be Harry. So just who exactly are you?" Sirius said, the patronus aura giving him strength to pull his mind together.
"This body is an artificial construct." Sirius tensed at this. "Who I am isn't important, what is important is what I can do for you." Adrian replied.
"And what's that?" Sirius asked with a snort.
"I know you're innocent, and I can make the wizards think you're dead. I just need the answers to a few questions."
"Considering that Dumbledore was the one who trumpeted to the public that you were the secret keeper for James and Lily, didn't insist on a trial to ascertain your guilt, and that he immediately moved Harry to the Dursleys after they were killed do you trust him?"
Sirius looked torn, "As much as I used to respect him, I can't say that I trust him anymore."
"Good to hear Sirius." Adrian said as he commanded the nanite to shift into his seven year old form.
"Harry?" Sirius said shocked.
"Yup, but like I said this is an artificial construct, I'm actually safely at home in bed. You're going to escape tonight. Sometime tomorrow a certain rat will be making a public confession to the daily prophet, and my new family is going to be acquiring a large friendly black dog." Adrian said with a smirk. "My last question, are you willing to cooperate?"
"Yes!" Sirius was sobbing, "But how?"
Adrian held a finger to his lips turned and used the nanites to manipulate the lock on the cell, swinging the door open he turned back to Sirius. "Get yourself into your animagus form. The dementors won't be able to sense you. I'll be leaving this construct here in your form. When the guards show up to check on the report from the dementors, that you're lacking a soul they will find your recently deceased body. After it's buried this construct will dissolve and return to me."
"Where should I go?"
"Take a few days to clean yourself up. I'm going to tag you with something like a tracking spell so I'll be able to make contact once you get close. Make your way to Little Whinging, Surrey. I'll try to meet up with you near the library." The construct's torso became silvery liquid and he reached inside pulling out a bottle of swirling red liquid with flecks of silver and gold. "Here's a nutrient and energy potion to help you escape. It should also mask your signature from the wards."
Sirius took the bottle and watched as the nanomorph morphed into a clone of his appearance.
"Do I really look that bad?" Sirius half muttered to himself.
"Yeah, you do! Now take the potion transform and go." Adrian replied pointing at the nutrient potion which also contained a few nanites that would help Adrian track his godfather's progress.
"Wait," Sirius stopped at the cell door turning back to him giving a general gesture at the duplicate of himself, "can this pretend to be me? I mean, at least long enough to give them a chance to do the right thing, a sort of test?"
"I suppose, I'll need to have the construct download a copy of your personality so it can accurately portray you, at least temporarily. I don't trust Dumbledore not to hit you with a couple hundred compulsions and other charms the second you're out of here, if Fudge or Malfoy let it go that far." Adrian was thinking aloud at this point, "Maybe leave the patronus aura on so the dementors can't get close enough to get a soul reading. Having your political power in the black family available with you alive wouldn't be a bad idea either." He looked up, "Hey Sirius you think you can introduce me to cousin Tonks?"
HPDD ~ HPDD ~ HPDD ~ HPDD
Omake:
Harry turned on the radio and the announcer's voice was heard. "... and now with his hit single that is climbing the charts…" Harry ignored the announcer as he fiddled with the settings.
"Never gonna give you up." the song started just as he turned the volume up. "Never gonna let you down"
Harry changed the station, shuddering… He'd just been rickrolled.
(AN: fun fact Rick Astley's 'Never gonna give you up' hit number one single in the UK on the 30 of August 1987 )
Omake (House-Elf Draco):
Luna looked up from her book. "I can't possibly be related to Draco mummy, because, he's the illegitimate lovechild of Dobby and Cousin Narcissa."
"You know that's just a nasty rumor dear. I don't know why your father insisted on printing it in the Quibbler."
"I refuse to be related to him."
"It's no use dear, he is cousin Malfoy's son."
"Then he must die. He's entirely too pretty for a boy anyway." Luna put away her book and went off to her room to make plans for how dear Draco would meet his demise.
Omake: (This Omake or Extra storyline is derived from a series of omakes which will probably make an appearance at the end of future chapters. Enjoy and Happy Christmas!)
It took a bit of doing but with the cooperation of the house elves everything was set up just in time. The gate stood mounted against one of the walls. Along the floor were red lines indicating the minimum safe distance from where the vortex would shoot out of the currently inactive gate in the event of someone dialing in.
The entire complex was illusioned marvelously. The house elves ready at a moment's notice to go about the business of pretending to be working on the various items laying about the tables. Harry had somehow convinced the others to apply a self-transfiguration to make their ears pointed.
Even Professor McGonagall had somehow been convinced to join into the festivities. Of course it might have helped that red and green tartan was everywhere. That and Harry bribed her with a box of her favorite brand of Jammy Dodgers.
The sound of the gate activated made everyone rush to their places by the time SG-1 stepped through the gate it was to the sight of Santa's workshop in full production mode. House elves were popping in and out with needed items. The windows outside showed the frozen tundra of the Antarctic.
Jack turned, "Daniel? You did dial the right address didn't you?"
"I didn't know Father Christmas was Scottish," was all Daniel could be heard to be muttering.
Carter was looking around, "This is place amazing!"
"Indeed" was the one word response from Teal'c with a raised eyebrow.
Harry stepped forward in his head elf costume, "Ah, just the people." he turned and started to walk away before noticing they hadn't moved at all, he went back and got their attention again, "Come!"
"So what's with all the stuff? Christmas isn't until another few months." Jack asked.
Harry led them to an empty room. "Sorry about that, but we've had to increase operations recently, the boss said something about not having just one planet to worry about but an entire galaxy worth."
"Let me guess you're supposed to be one of Santa's little helpers?" Jack said reaching forward to mess with one of Harry's transfigured ears.
"Ah! Stop that!" Harry yelled slapping the hand away and rubbing his ear to sooth it. "That hurts you know."
"It's real. Your ear is really pointed!"
"Of course it is! Dunderhead," Harry looked down at his scroll. "Now let's see here," He looked up at each of the team members, "Ah Teal'c! The boss is always happy when one of his chronic problem people turns over a new leaf. Good show saving those people from being killed by Apophis. And Daniel! Let's see here good marks on choosing to help free the galaxy from oppression top marks for being a good husband."
Daniel preened.
"Jack! You've been a naughty boy."
"Now hold on minute!"
"No worries extenuating circumstances and all that. We're really not happy with how long it took you guys to stop the time inversion machine. Not every planet is on the same calendar you know. We lost months worth of time getting our packages delivered."
"How old did you say you were again?" Jack said taking offense. "You can't be older than what nineteen?"
"Now jack you should know better than to ask an elf his age. And I'm older than I look." Harry said winking and waggling his eyebrows.
Just then Mother Christmas erm I mean Professor McGonagall walked into the room. "Harold! Quit teasing the guests."
"Yes, Ma'am," Harry said unapologetically.
"You're not yet beyond the age where I can give you a detention young man."
"Yes, Ma'am," Harry continued.
"Sorry about that He's been such a handful lately. Ever since it came out what Old Nick was up to. We'll need to look for a new Father Christmas, sad really. I don't suppose one of you would like to apply for the job?" McGonagall hit on Jack.
Harry felt himself get a little sick inside.
"No? Oh well. I do suppose we should send you on your way. Mind taking a few presents along with so we don't have an extra stop this year?"
"Not at all" Sam spoke up.
"Just this way." Her commanding tone brooked no argument as she led the way back to the gate/work room where a large pile of presents was unobtrusively floating just in front of the gate.
"Harold!" she called out.
Harry tapped the buttons on the recently installed local dialing program which allowed the wormhole to open to another gate on the same planet. A second later the team was through the gate with all the neatly wrapped presents behind them.
HPDD ~ HPDD ~ HPDD ~ HPDD
Harry now sees himself more as Adrian than Harry due to the memory transfer.
Sirius' death isn't faked, on a whim he requested Harry leave the avatar active as a test to see if Dumbledore would let him be freed or if Malfoy-Fudge would attempt to have him tragically killed on the way out.
Reficio Explained: It requires a detailed inside out understanding of the object to be made, and it requires that all the required components be nearby. While it could create the necessary materials from thin air-permanent conjuration-the power requirement to do so would jump significantly. As such creating food, without having a plentiful supply of organic material nearby, really wouldn't be recommended, because, a) you spend more energy creating the food than you would get from eating once it's created, and b) there is a possibility however slight that it would try to use the nearest source of organic matter to ease the power requirements, which would be you or whoever is around you.
Neville explained: Harry can't do this alone, if he's going to be tackling the things the repository hints are out there he needs an army, and the way he sees it everyone in his year and below is a potential candidate.
If at any time this feels like it's gotten to slashy feel free to give me a flame review. I know he's been interacting with just his cousin and now Neville so far. I blame lack of hormones or something. He should be trying to recruit more females next chapter possibly?