Chapter 5

Magic perhaps

Helltanz's notes: If you look at it the prophecy was completed at Voldemort's defeat at Godric's Hollow in the eighties, does that mean he can't come back, no.

As to what I'm going to do with other magical governments don't know yet, as far as this story goes I know that I want to have the more distant, America, China, Japan, India, and the like, governments, but not quite sure what to do with them.

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Disclaimer: come on you should know the drill by now

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Chapter begin

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Harry was by no means pleased with things as they were at present, but there was very little that could be done with his current resources. As usual though his opinion of the world remained as contempt filled for it as always.

Summer's end was drawing ever nearer, and the fact couldn't be disputed, and he was slightly disappointed by this.

Wizards in regards to offensive abilities seemed be inferior, though in other fields they seemed comparable in most respects. To contrast to his teleportation they had apparation, which seemed to accomplish the same purpose of his skill. Their wards were able to conceal things, Diagon Alley came to mind, though in this they seemed to be further ahead it was to be expected.

In summary their society's long peace meant as time had passed things with civil application like potions and household charms had been developed. Their peace meant they had allowed the non magical world to grow in strength; how foolish of them.

Harry's magic had been dedicated to more violent applications, namely due to his experiences and where he drew his inspirations.

Magic was retained at varying degrees by different materials. There was also the matter of the fact at different frequencies of magic substances capacity to retain magic varied as his research indicated.

Wizard castles were constructed of magic retaining stone, which made them resistant to siege by all but the strongest forms of magical siege. Additionally the location of wizard castles were typically closely guarded secretes within wizard families.

Stone and natural earth were amongst the best materials for magical defenses and wizarding castles exploited this fact fully, and Harry had planned to do the same for his own fortresses, when he built them.

Most the techniques to counter castles innate defenses had been lost over time. Such was part of the reason Hogwarts had never been successfully assaulted after the thirteenth century.

Potter castle had been attacked during the last parts of the Renaissance. According to internal records Octavius Potter had a rainstorm to trap the invading army and then turned their own siege magic against them.
Most of the army had been buried alive under meters of mud, which rather sounded like a spell he was devising. It was part of the reason castle assaults were unpopular, that and with the establishment of the, idiotic in Harry's opinion, of the Statute of Secrecy wizards had a hard time getting the manpower to attack a castle.

Harry of course intended to, as part of the renovations, add his own improvements to the defenses to replace those that no longer existed.

The bothersome letters still hadn't stopped, which really was beginning to irk him beyond his usual annoyance. Being the defeater of the dark lord meant he was going to get a lot of mail now that he had 'returned' to the wizarding world.

His actions in Diagon Alley were also something which had attracted attention despite their creative use of magic, specifically memory deletion spells wizards were no longer used to combat application of magic.

Harry recognized that fact now. Such of course meant it would probably be wise to avoid showing his powers off unnecessarily. Most of the spells in his arsenal he had already mastered and as such even with his restraints in place could use a number of time without undue stress on his reserves.

Of course fighting with an impediment like keeping his restraints in place was not exactly wise and Harry recognized that fact, and had no intention of doing such.

Further research and practice would come in time of course still for the time being what he had was more the sufficient to deal with an enemy, wizard politics like muggle politics meant little to him.

Admittedly the matter of politics here were simpler to a degree, of course as with such things there were inner complexities too. Harry himself believed in the innate superiority of power, magic in particular above all. Of course while he believed this he also did not discount the threat of other types of powers.

The very first telepath Harry had encountered, drug addled idiot that the man had been, he, Harry, had hunted and down and murdered because of the potential threat the man posed.

Whether they would admit it or not, whether they wanted to or not the fact was wizards had separated themselves from muggles for reasons of self preservation. Had they struck out sooner they might have been able to dominated the non magical world.

Unfortunately that time had passed numbers and now technology those were muggles' advantages.

At least one of these advantages Harry could negate, without technology modern muggles would be ineffective at resisting his minions once their ranks had grown to the number he desired.

Harry looked up towards the sky, a barn owl was carrying a letter which obviously meant it was from a wizard, or rather such a nuisance. Still this was where he was going to live until he could put his plan into action, which would be a long ways off.

It still annoyed him though, the daily letters. Most had been simple fan idiocy, but there were also more politically motivated letters. Harry wasn't sure which of the two types this one this would be.

The young magic user watched as the owl swept down landing on a rampart nearest Harry. A scowl crossed his features the letter was from Hogwarts.

Given that it was closed to until the start of term he hoped it wasn't some kind of placement testing for classes or something that would require him to go shopping again.

The letter was from the deputy headmistress McGonnagal. His frown deepened an inquiry regarding the events in Diagon Alley.

What a bunch of stupid nosey people. He had already refused to answer questions concerning his studies did they think he'd answer just because they were inquiring for 'another reason'. Still he'd need to at least meet the witch, and that was what annoyed him.

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Harry's eye gave an irritable twitch, this stupid meeting was cutting into his research time, a very important matter for him. It was, this distraction, something that really annoyed him.

Still he had expected wizards to be of comparable capacity to himself. Cannon fodder like the aurors and 'death eaters' could possibly be excused for having subpar powers, but the wizards just let the Death Eaters walk all over them, which demolished that theory rather soundly.

Clearly not all wizars were as spineless, Hagrid made that clear enough even if it seemed an isolated demonstration.

Harry was born as the 'Dark Lord's equal' after all. Being as flashy as he had been couldn't have been helped his grip on bolts of psionic energy was nowhere near his capacity with fire.

Fire had been the element he had started earliest on, the one he had the most experience working with and controlling. Most of his magic was geared towards fighting or survival, a stark contrast to most wizard's repertoires. He was currently bogged down by research which meant research into none survival spells wasn't likely to happen even in this century.

Meeting the deputy headmistress didn't really concern him, school teachers didn't impress him in the slightest.

Dressed in dark red baggy pants and a shirt, with the usual too many belts, it was striking but not as much as some of outfits. He didn't stand out as much as he would have had he decided to wear his full black ensemble complete with his long and heavy leather jacket in the middle of summer.

Oc course the white gloves and the multiple belts did cause some people to notice but muggles didn't tend to comment on cloths, rather adults didn't see, the simply assumed it was some fad or another, it worked well enough for wizards.

It to was a world he had come to ponder. They were at least of a sizable population yet from what he ad seen they were weak, to caught up in the past. Why were they weaker than him, was it perhaps their wands or perhaps something less tangible willpower perhaps.

Belief, focus, and willpower were amongst that which shipped things in magic. Yet magic was not the only power of which was of a strange nature, and thus he was concerned.

"Mr. Potter," Inquired a stern voice.

He nodded, "Professor McGoangal," Both magic users survyed each other with a critical eye.

His hair was cut short the opposite of the roguish look that James Potter had favored, and unlike his mother's his green eyes only heat was the trace of aetherial power, which flowed enhancing his perception of the things around him.

The fact of the matter was while precise elemental manipulation wasn't something he had started practice on yet he still was capable of. He could unleash a fire ball that could consume a twenty five meter radius at the drop of a hat. Raw manipulation like that was something he would fairly easily nowadays, and the effects of channeling such large sums of energy showed.

After a moment the professor looked around the setting. "Perhaps we should discuss matters in a more," She paused for a minute.

"Secure," Harry suggested, he still wasn't fully comfortable tempting whatever was responsible for the miasma hanging over the capital hence why they meeting up here in Surrey. "By all means, this place was only meant to be a place to meet," He commented standing. The young wizard tossed the transfiguration professor a polished stone statue of a dog, "The object is what you refer to as a portkey, leading to the Potter Manor in London,"

Like it or not London was still the best place for having a meeting seeing as he wasn't revealing the castle and wasn't leaving the country. Due to this it left the London home as a viable secure choice for a discussion as far as he was concerned.

As it stood London was the capital of the United Kingdom for both 'worlds' as such as times went on it became fashionable as well as somewhat prudent to have a house there.

Naturally all the prominent purebloods through the ages had attempted to one up one another.

This of course led to some rather impressive homes, well at least up until the Blitz during the second world war. Following the destruction wrought by the bombing purebloods had decided to relocate their primary residences to less likely to be bombed locales, unfortunately for the Potter's the house in Godric's Hollow had been destroyed a decade previously.

Potter Manor in London was for the most part intact after the Blitz. Still it, upon inheriting had been found to be suffering effects of its disuse.

Harry didn't particularly care though cleaning and the minor repairs were not something that would take all that much effort to complete.

His feet treaded softly on the tiled floor. McGonagal arrived in the main entry hall a minute later. "This wasn't exactly what I had in mind," She remarked, "Is the main study still the same,"
Harry suppressed a scowl, "To my knowledge yes," He commented from the second level. Resolving this matter was something he wanted over and done with, the young wizard took a seat behind the desk.

"Mr. Potter who exactly instructed you in magic," Inquired the head of the house of the lion taking the offered seat.

His face remained impassive, "Who?" He inquired, "no one does it surprise you that I someone denied my birthright for so long is still capable of so much," The frigid tone seemed alien coming from such a young body, "I received no instruction from anyone, because after all I've been denied the world I was born in," He stated.

McGonagal stared, that was theoretically no it was impossible.

The young wizard patted a well worn copy of a fantasy novel by JRR Tolkien, a number of the pages were dogeared, and there was still much to learn.

The transfiguration professor paused staring the room had changed since it had left the ownership of James Potter, during whose tenure it had remained much as it had during his father's and his father's father's reign. A large section of one of the bookshelves had been cleared and beside it as an old fashioned crate containing books.

Harry hadn't really had much time to settle in, but he had taken the opportunity to move certain resources into this house, since he would be using it for a public front.

Even so he had begun to reorganize the study to better accommodate him, since of the rooms when he was here this was one of the rooms he would be using. He needed to learn more about the wizarding world and this house made an ideal meeting ground for conducting such activities.

A number of books and other items had been removed and replaced with Harry's own equipment. The books in the crate weren't for his reading at all, in fact they were penned by him to hold his findings.

"Mr. Potter what precisely are in those books," Inquired the Professor,

A frown crossed his features for a moment, lying served no purpose besides it hardly mattered, the books were incomplete on their respective subjects anyway. "My research, studies in the arcane."

"Your studies," She paused, "Mr Potter I will ask again who taught you magic, it is extremely irresponsible to,"
He snorted, "I told you I've never had an instructor," The wizard remarked, "Do you know what I've discovered, its that my research and the world's development diverged, but if you want to talk about irresponsible I think you are, your weak and incapable of standing against your enemies," It wasn't a weakness that he possessed not any longer, not now that he had magic at his command and in time he would command armies of creatures and people. "My research isn't yet complete and won't be for years, but if any one is irresponsible its you people."

That much was true he had dozens of projects that were only in the initial phases, and worse was the he was behind schedule due to recent events, which would need to change he needed to have more time to research.

Harry didn't know it but Hogwarts would answer those needs in a surprising way, he would get the time he needed to research.

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Chapter conclusion

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Helltanz's notes: Shorter than I intended, Train scene next chapter then, and meeting wizards, oh so much work to do.

Any way my beta seems to have taken a vacation so yeah its rather short, but when she gets back I'll hand it off to her and let her fix my mistakes.

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