Chapter 4

Harry's Preperation and Makeover

As Harry got up from his bed in his comfortable room of the Leaky Cauldron. For first time in his life, he had really good night sleep for the longest time. Tom, the owner, made sure Harry was comfortable in his stay for the next month by making sure no one bothers the newly lord unless it was business. Harry got dressed as heard a knock from his door. As he finished dressing and put on his glasses, he said, "Come on in."

As the door opened, Tom brought in Harry's breakfast. It contained an egg-white omelette with fresh veggies in it, fresh cut fruit, and fresh squeezed orange juice. Tom then said as he place the tray on Harry's table, "Good morning, Lord Potter. Did you sleep well?"

"I did Tom," replied Harry as sat down and began to dig in, "please call me Harry. You have been very wonderful host so. Have you given any though about my proposition in expanding your business?"

"I did Harry," replied Tom as he poured Harry orange juice, "After careful consideration, I agreed that place does need alot update for next generation of witches and wizards because I am tired of pureblood bigots and a change of scenery will be best for our business."

"I agreed," said Harry as he swallowed a piece of an omelette, "I will have Lord Ragnok draw up the papers later in the week. Griphook will be scouting for property in Manchester while Griphook will be scouting in Gladscow. We should start construction hopefully in October or November of this year."

'Splendid," said Tom as he prepared to leave, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Just let me know when the healer comes in," said Harry as he was continuing eating, "you have been a big help making sure that the fame seeking glory hounds doesn't know that I am staying here."

As Tom left Harry's room, he continued eating his breakfast. For the first time, Harry enjoyed his first good meal for the longest time. After he finished eating, Harry cleaned up his table and placing everything on tray. Then he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. As Harry was brushing his teeth, he heard a knock from his door. Harry quickly spit out the toothpaste and headed to the door. As he opened the door, Harry caught sight of a woman of her late teens to early twenties. Harry This woman was breathtaking gorgeous with straight jet black hair, glowing olive skin, and great rack. Harry couldn't believe his eyes that this woman was perfect ten. Then Harry said, "I guess you are the healer."

"You must be Hadrian," replied the healer in heavy Spanish accent, "I hope I arrived on time."

"Please call me Harry," said Harry as he led his beautiful guest in his room, "I didn't catch your name."

"It is Camila Rivera," replied the woman as she kissed Harry on the cheek and hugged him, "you seem so shy."

"I am not used to another human contact beside my best friend Hermoine," said a blushed Harry as he sat down, "where are you from Miss Rivera?"

"I am from Bogota, Colombia," said Camila as sat her bag down on Harry's table, "please call me Camila, papi. Mrs. Rivera is referred to my mother."

"Did you go to Hogwarts?" Asked Harry as he started to get a little nervous about this.

"Hell No!" responed Camila, "Go to that school when the Headmaster is old senile coot. I went to the Rio de Janerio Institute of Magic. You thought Hogwarts was the only magical school. How little do you know about the magical world?"

"Not much," said a sheepish Harry, "I sort knew that I was different and unique."

"Sweetheart," said a grinning Camila who was getting her wand, "there were other schools around the world who wanted the famous Harry Potter to attend their institution, but I had a feeling that old fruit loop kept those invitations from you. I heard that Drumstrang of Magic Pacific Northwest Institute of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Toronto School of Magic, etc. wanted you to attend."

"Wow," said Harry, "I never knew that I had options, but my parents wanted me to attend Hogwarts because it is their alma mater. I have a feeling that I am going make an impact."

"I need for you to lay down on your bed," said the healer as she guided Harry to his bed, "I need to scan you while you lie down so I could find what was wrong with you because you never had a medical checkup before."

"No," said Harry as he start to lay down on his bed and took off his glasses, "my muggle relatives never bother take me to the doctor because I was a waste of space."

"Poor baby," said Camila as she used her wand to scan Harry, "you have been in worse situations. Don't worry, I am going to take good care you, so you can be at your age range."

As the healer was scanning Harry, Harry's eyes caught looking at Camila's breasts. He thought her rack were perfect. Then Camila said to Harry, "Are you enjoying the view. Do you like what you see?"

"Yes," said blushful Harry, "they look fantastic and flawless."

"Thank you," said Camila as she finished scanning Harry, "My father is a plastic surgery. I got these done on my eighteenth birthday. He is the best in the world. My father is non magical and my mother is a witch."

"Really," said Harry as he got up, "My mother was the first witch in her family and my father came from a long line."

"We have something in common, Harry," said Camila as she produce a parchment that contained Harry, "Let see what we got here. Holy Shit! This is worse I thought. No wonder Ragnok called me for this instead those Brits from St. Mungo. Twenty percent of your body is cover with scar tissue. There were six fractures that weren't properly healed. Beside the that nasty scar on your forehead, your magical core a partially block that is starting to leak out, which I can easily fix. Also I see you never got your eyes check as well. Also malnutrition."

"My magical core was blocked!" exclaimed Harry with rage, "I take it was Dumbledore was responsible."

"Yes," replied Camila as she was looking for at the parchment and pulling several tubes out , "I told you before I can remove the block and fix everything else except for the scar because Ragnok has already contact an expert already. I am going to give you nutrition and growth potions that will fix you malnutrition and accelerate your growth, so you will be able look like your age when you leave for Hogwarts in September. These potions you will take before you go to for your eyesight, I am giving you a potion that will cure your eyesight permanently and need it to take it only once before you go to bed tonight. You have lovely green eyes and I hate to see those hidden with those cheap glasses."

"As for the magical block," said Harry.

"I need to remove it with my wand," said Camila as she pointed her wand towards and saying some strange language, "Remove magicam core scandalum!"

As the healer removed the block, Harry's magical core began to surge with a power boost. The power was incredible Harry thought, his magic feels so alive and eyes started to glow with an emerald green with power. Then Camila said, "You are going to feel a surge through your core and I believe it is settling in quite nicely. So you might be careful with your magic for first few days because we don't your strength yet. Beside that horcrux on your forehead, your magic is off the charts. No wonder that fruity coot feel threaten by you and is afraid your power beside that Voldemort's fear of you."

"Has the Voldemort tried to find allies expand his followers around the world?" Asked Harry as he feeling his magic.

"Voldemort did send his representatives to find others to join him in his causes," replied Camila as she pack up her bag, "but most of everyone turn that idiot down and executed his deatheaters with extreme prejudice because Voldemort is nothing but a magical version of Hitler who wanted supreme control."

"I am planing to do some more shopping in Diagon Alley and check out some shops in Knockturn Alley because Lord Ragnok recommended there this guy runs a shop that sell magical fused electronics," said Harry as he was opening Hedwig's cage and letting her off to fly for the day, "then planning to go to London to get some muggle clothes because I am not wearing Dudley's hand me downs and my friend Hermoine given me few extra clothes that eventually won't fit when I reached to my growth spurt. If you want, I would like for you to accompany me and beautiful girl like you would like new presents to complement that body of yours. It is way of thanking you and I want to show you my gratitude."

"mmm, Lord Potter," said a flirtful Camila, "you are asking out on date. You know that I am only eighteen, but for you I am going to accept your offer because you are gentlemen and mature for your age. Unlike those boys back in Colombia just want me for sex and be a trophy for them. I need to change out these clothes and more comfortable because I really hate these wizardry robes and we are going to London."

"Sure," said Harry as he directed the beautiful healer to his bathroom so she could change, "take your time to get ready. We have whole day together."

Harry couldn't believed it that a hot woman is going accompany him to help him shopping and will make him the envy of all wizards. Meanwhile at Buckingham Palace, Queen Elizabeth was having a meeting with Madam Bones, her liaison at Ministry of Magic. With them was another woman with short white hair and very stern with eyes of experience dressed in business suit. Then queen had said to Madam Bones, "So Lord Potter has taken his title and inheritance as of yesterday?"

"Yes your majesty," replied Amelia as she was starting to adjust her monocle, "Lord Ragnok has informed me that he was also legally emancipated on per the wishes of his parents because he was placed by his relatives, Vernon and Petunia Dursley."

"He wasn't supposed be with those people," said the furious queen, "Dumbledore wanted the boy to be weak so he can control him. Even the late Lady Potter told me that her sister was very jealous of her because she was magically talented and hated her for that. Her dreadful husband is a crimnal wanker."

"Yes," said Bones, "Lord Potter and Lord Ragnok are preparing to take Vernon down and pay for his crimes, but they wanted gather more evidence as we speak. The boy was escorted by the gatekeeper, a Mr Hagrid, I recalled. Dumbledore must used him because he wanted the halfgiant to retrieve an item, but we don't what."

"He was suppose to be escorted by a Hogwarts' teacher," said the queen

"Your Majesty," said Amelia, "Minerva had fought the headmaster with it because it was her job to do this. He insisted Hagrid to do it because he was good friends with the parents. However, according to her that the young boy is incredibly intelligent for his age and question about the Hogwarts' criteria. My niece will be starting the same year as Lord Potter and maybe I could get some insight from her about the boy."

"Of course Amelia," said the queen as she turned to her attention to her other guest, "M, what do you have for me? I thought the Prime Minister was going to make it."

"The Prime Minister insisted that I take his place for the meeting," replied M as she handed a file folder to queen and Amelia, "my agent found evidence that another organization has been preparing an alliance with Voldemort's follower, Lucius Malfoy. Apparently he was joined the Dark Lord by his own free will and they are planning some big for the terrorist's return. 007 has retieved very vitable information that Lucius going to stike within a year after he slept with Malfoy's wife to get this information. Ugh, that man crosses too many lines, but he gets the job done. I knew that Bond was promoted too early and I just sent him on another mission to infiltrate Malfoy's financial backer."

"You send James!" said Amelia who knew what that M was talking about,"I am going kill that man when he left me after that one night stand. He was just as bad as Sirius was. Speaking of Lord Black, I found some useful information that could free him."

"What do you mean?" Asked M, "I was told that Sirius Black betrayed Lord and Lady Potter."

"The thing was that Lord Black never recieved a trial because Dumbledore had him send over Azkaban immediately after Pettrigew's supposed death,' said Amelia

"Explain," said the queen.

"Well," said Madam Bones as she produce a file to queen, "I had a colleague of mine from Scotland Yard's CSI. Thankfully, that man was muggleborn. He went back to the crime scene and found out that the residual magic signature from that explosion that killed the twelve muggles didn't come from Black's wand. It was Pettigrew's."

"You mean he was the traitor," said queen, "but I was told that he was dead and left nothing but a finger."

"My friend had even said the Pettrigew's finger was perfectly cut from the man himself," said Amelia, "My hunch that the rat is still alive and hiding. When I visited Black in prison and told him the news. He was about to bust out, but I told him to stay put until the right time. Sirius was not happy about it, but he is going have to wait. Dumbledore manipulated Fudge to place Lord Black in Azkaban because Black would taken the custody of the boy. He knew about this because the real traitor was the Potter's secret keeper instead of Black."

"I am going to kill Dumbledore for this," said a furious queen, "he has ruined people's lives long enough. Amelia, I would need for you get more information from Lord Black because we need every bit of help if we are going to succeed."

Back at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry was waiting for Camila to get ready to go with him to shop. While waiting, Harry was reading his potion book and found very interesting potions he could possibly brew before school. Harry figured that he could practice brewing potions before school so he can better understanding on the subject. Then suddenly, Camila came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a white tank top with cut off jean shorts that fit quite nicely of the hot body of hers. Harry's mouth just dropped. Damn hormones were kicking in way early he thought because there are many ways he would like do her on the table. As Harry regained his composure, he then said, "Ready to go, gorgeous?"

"I am papi," giggled Camila as she offered the newly Lord Potter her hand, "I am going to be so spoil."

As Harry and Camila exited Harry's room and went downstairs in the lobby of the Leaky Cauldron, the place was a little crowded than usual. Harry figured that that everyone was here for to get their school supplies. As Harry and Camila went towards the bar, Tom the barkeeper greeted the two, "Mister Evans and Healer Rivera, nice to see you here. would you like something to drink?"

"Yes," replied Camila, "Two butterbeers please."

"Also," said Harry, "we need way to get to Sal's and other shops over in Knockturn Alley. I really don't want to draw much attention because of the alley's reputation."

"Ah yes," replied Tom as he hand the drinks to his guests, "I know Sal very well. He magically enchanted my hybrid last summer. Quite the character he is, but it is unfortunate that his shop is not in Diagon Alley. I can show the floo network to Sal's shop."

"The floo network is where you travel by fireplace," said Camila as she told Harry, "I prefer the no-maj way. I found it very nauseating when using it."

"Tom said it would be quicker," said Harry as he was drinking his butterbeer, "damn. This is good bloody shit! We could always go through Diagon Alley and take the scenic route."

"Why Lord Potter," teased Camila, "you just wanted show me off on your arm and make other witches jealous."

"Maybe," flirted Harry as he caught red headed twin boys coming towards him and Camila's direction, "Looks like the welcome committee has arrived."

"Well dear brother," said one of the twins, "Looks like a firstie knows how get a pretty witch on his arm."

"You are right brother," replied the other twin, "looks like we got competition this year."

"Competition," said Harry, "I guess you are students from Hogwarts' welcoming Committee. Why don't you have women on your arms while I have this one who happens to be not only the hottest, but the one of the top healers in the world."

"Touché," said the first twin, "by the way, I am Fred Weasley and this is my twin brother George. We are starting our third year at Hogwarts and future owners of the biggest joke shop one day."

"Pranksters," said Harry as he shook the twin's hands, "the Weasley twins. Your reputation exceeds you."

"I think the firstie know about our little reputation already," said George as he saw Harry's scar, "we already know you are, but don't worry your secret safe with us and we can see that you don't want to attract too much attention."

"Fair enough," said Harry, "please call me Hadrian. Hey Tom, get my new friends some butterbeer for them."

"Coming up Mr. Evans," replied Tom as he poured out two fresh mugs, "the floo network is ready for you and Healer Rivera."

"Thanks," replied Harry as he turned backed to the twins, "I guess I see you two at Hogwarts. If you two want, I would love to discuss and possibly invest your future business. If you would two agreed on this, I would need to see a business proposal."

"That would be awesome," said Fred as he was sipping his butterbeer, "George, our dreams is going a be a reality and best part we met our future business partner who happens to be famous I might add."

"I agreed," said George as he saw Harry and Camila walking out into another room, "we got our selves a Casa Nova in our mist. I imagined we should told our new friend on how to get on the nine and three-quarters platform ahead of time. However, he is a smart one. My money is on that he will be sorted into Ravenclaw."

"I can drink to that," agreed Fred, "Let's prevent our little brother from manipulating our new friend from being sort into Gryffindor because Ronniekins has been contacted by the creepy old pedophile headmaster of ours. We should get in touch with Jordan on this dilemma."

"Of course," said George as he was enjoying his drink, "we need to come up with a plan."

As Harry and Camila went into the room that Tom set them up, Harry asked Camila as they approached the fireplace, "So how does this work?"

"It is quite simple," said Camila as she produced a small pot of black powder to Harry, "take a fair amount of this black powder and you enter into the fire place. You have to speak very clear of where you want to go and toss powder down. There you go."

"It seems simple enough," replied Harry as he took a handful of the powder from the pot, "does every wizardry culture use the floo-network?"

"The North and the South American regions stopped using the floo- since the 1980s," replied Camila as she grab a handful of the powder as well, "it got too dangerous because wizards ended up in nomajs' homes instead of the destination of their choice. Also technology became advanced as well."

As Harry and Camila entered the fireplace, they spoke together, "To Sal!" and disappeared within green flame.

Meanwhile at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore was not pleased on the news that Hagrid had shared that Lord Potter has no desire to search for the Philospher Stone after being purposely placed on the third floor. Also, he heard that Harry wasn't ignorant about the wizardry world than Headmaster thought. No matter Dumbledore thought as he sucked on a lemon drop. He needed to adjusted his plan a little bit because he has already arranged the youngest Weasley boy to befriend Potter heir and probably his youngest sister need to be added in order for the old coot's plan to work. It was bad enough that Minvera was starting to question the headmaster's authority and Severus has been in Madam Bones' office lately due to she need information on Voldemort's followers. That was no concern for the headmaster for right now. He needs to set up the mirror in the storage room for Harry to find later in the year. Back at knockturn alley, Harry and Camila arrived at their destination. As the two got out of the fireplace and brushing themselves off from the block soot, Harry got better look at the shop. It was more updated than the Diagon Alley's shops were. Several muggle devices were neatly organized and not cluttered. Then suddenly, a burly man in muggle attire in his thirties came out the back and greeted his new visitors in a Brooklyn accent, "Welcome to Sal's Electronic Emporium, where we have latest no-maj tech that are magically enhanced. I am Sal Salizni, the owner of this establishment. How can I help you today?"

"Lord Ragnok has recommended your shop for all the latest gadgets," replied Harry as he extend his hand for Sal to shake.

"Rags mention me that you were coming," said Sal as he shook Harry's hand firmly, "please call me Sal. None of that mister or sir crap."

"Please call me Harry," said Harry as presented Camila, "this is my healer Camila. She is escorting me to get some shopping done. So Sal, what are latest gizmos for I should have?"

"Let me show you Harry," replied Sal as he led his guests on what he had in stocked in his shop.

An hour or two later Harry bought an IPhone 6, an Ipad with a lot of storage space, PS4 with the latest games, Desktop computer, a nice ass flat screen TV with a built in bluray player and an iPod as well. He even bought Camila a brand new iphone as well. When Harry finished paying Sal, he then asked, "Sal, how come your shop is in Knockturn instead of Diagon Alley?"

"Your current minister, Fudge-Pak," replied Sal as he was carefully placing Harry's items in special magical bag, "thinks that no-maj technology is inferior and made it so difficult for me to set up shop in Diagon Alley. Hell, I had a Mr. Weasley, a MInistry employee, who had his automobile magically enchanted myself who comes in weekends in shop because he finds no-majs and their technology fascinating."

"What if I could help you move your shop's location by popular demand," said Harry as he proposed a business proposition, "I could guarantee that Hogwarts students especially the so-called purebloods be marveled with electronics and orders would flocked to you. Not only you could move your shop to Diagon Alley but opened an new location in Hogsmeade."

"That would be brilliant," said Sal, "I have talked to my old man about opening a new shop in that Hogsmeade town near that school."

"Then it settled," said Harry as he gathered up his purchases, "I will have Lord Ragnok draw up the papers within a week or so. Thank you again Sal. You made my year at Hogwarts more fun."

"It is my pleasure," said Sal as he watched Harry and Camila left his shop.

As Harry and Camila left Sal's shop, Harry led Camila through out the winding turns of Knockturn Alley. Then he said as Harry and his companion were walking back towards to Diagon Alley, "So what do you want to do next Camila?"

As Camila's eyes brighten up as the sun, she knew that her companion was need a complete makeover long over due. Therefore later in the day, Harry and Camila went all over London's best shops. They went to Gucci, Armani, Gap, etc. Camila had pick out several clothes from the lastest fashion for Harry's new wardrobe. Harry thought this was worth shopping for because this was first time that he was enjoying this experience. He knew that so called retard relatives wouldn't spend a dime on him. Harry even bought alot nice things for his companion because he appreciated Camila on she did for him earlier today and gave him the necessary items to restore his health. When Harry and Camila returned to the Leaky Caudron in the evening, Harry and Camila were carrying various of shopping bags from various shops they had visited towards Harry's room. As they arrived to Harry's room, he then had said to his companion, "Camila, I had a great time with you today and this was the better days that I ever had. You even had great taste in fashion. You have been a big help for me getting the proper treatment I desperately needed for a long time."

"It was mine pleasure papi," said Camila as she placed Harry's shopping bags on the table with gracefully, "I enjoyed your companionship unlike those immature back in my home country. You've definitely know how to treat a woman despite your age. However Harry, you still need to take those potions because I got a feeling you will be happy with the results by the time you start your term at Hogwarts next month. I will also be there to monitor your vitals when the expert arrives to remove that ugly horocrux from that forehead of yours."

"Definitely," replied Harry as he moved closer to Camila,"I know I will not be alone on this one, but I would to invite my best friend Herminoe for the occasion because she is starting Hogwarts as well."

"Really," said Camila, "is this Hermione very pretty like me papi?"

"Not only in the looks inside and out," said Harry, "but she is my intellectually equal. Her and I were the top students despite being bullied and persecute by our peers because of their jealously. I guess this it Camila. I will be seeing you when Ragnok brings his expert to remove that headache of mine permanently."

"Of course my love," said Camila as she leaned towards Harry and kissed him lightly, Goodnight my emerald knight and dream of the stars and the moon."

As a blushed Harry watched his companion left his room, he couldn't believed that an older woman gave him his first kiss. Harry was starting to think how many things he wanted to do with Camila, but he need to regained his composure. As Harry went to bathroom to get ready for bed, he started to consume the potions that Camila had prescribed for to take. The growth potion tasted light that mundane mint drink he had seen on the television and billboards. The eyesight restoration potion tasted like chalk, but this will cure his sight permanently. As Harry climbed to his comfortable bed and slowly drifted off to sleep and dream of many opportunities.