Warmth spread over him as he felt the sunlight for the first time in three days. Harry blinked blearily and stretched a little as he awoke. When his eyes gained focused, he realized he wasn't alone, looking to his left Neville was asleep in a plush chair 1000 Herbs and Fungi open resting on his chest.

Harry grunted as he pushed himself into a sitting position when he noticed that on his other side in a similar chair was Remus, he too was asleep with a book upon his lap, but it was one he couldn't quite see the title of.

Looking around his room he also saw Padfoot at the end of his bed. Harry tried not to wake him, but he needed to use the Loo. "Padfoot" He whispered as to not wake the others nudging the black grim with his foot. Groggily Padfoot looked over at where he was being shaken and then yapped when he realized it was Harry. Rushing up the bed in sleep drunk glory he ran snout first into Harry's chest causing the young lad to grunt and shout a laugh startling the other sleeping guests awake.

They had given Neville such a fright he threw his book "Bloody Hell "He hissed hand gripping his chest.

Harry laughed harder before Sirius was beside him looking into his eyes, "It's good to see you awake" Sirius patted his hand before he got off the bed and assisted Neville from his place on the floor.

Remus looked disheveled and tired but well enough.

"What happened? How did I get home? "Harry asked confused as he looked between the three of them.

"I've got this you two go get breakfast and tea" Sirius turned looking at the other two as he made his way back to Harry sitting in the chair next to the bed.

Neville and Remus made their way from the room as Harry looked at Sirius eyes full of concern.

"It's alright Harry, you aren't in trouble, and you didn't do anything wrong. It's been three days since Gringotts. After you put on your last ring the family magic blended with your core magic, but something was in the way causing you to collapse. The Goblins at Gringotts discovered that there was extremely dark magic attached to your scar, the magical burst caused it to spread though, so it's now more like a lightning strike than a bolt." Sirius was cut off by Harry bolting out of the bed to look in the mirror.

"NO" He shouted as he stared at himself in the mirror. Tears burned in his emerald eyes as he stared at the lightning strike that now took up the right-side of his forehead and down across his eye. "Why do I have to look like a bigger freak" He whispered voice cracking as he closed his eyes his head dropping into his chest as he slowly sank down to his knees. Sirius moved quickly and gathered him close as he lost control of his emotion's tears streaming down his face.

"You are not a freak, nor do you look like one" He whispered into Harry's hair not willing to listen to his godson degrade himself. Harry's sobs became louder as he heard those words.

After he let it out for a few moments, he sat up and began to speak, his voice full of pain and emotion. "Why did this happen to me? I know it's selfish, I know what would have happened if it wasn't me. I just..." Harry trailed off as he rubbed his eyes. He was tired of being odd and living in the shadow of his parent's death. He was more than the tragedy that gave him his scars.

"Why can't I just be Harry? Why do I have to continue to be the Boy Who Lived, why do people celebrate the day that my parents died? Do they not remember they were murdered for them to have their so-called peace?" He hissed out frustration and anger taking over him.

Sirius could tell that Harry didn't want answers in this moment, that he just wanted someone to express this too, Sirius could see a shoe out of the corner of his eye, looking towards the bathroom door he stared at Neville Longbottom who was holding two cups of what he could only assume was tea. Sadness and compassion in his eyes.

Neville quietly set down the cups and walked into the bathroom, gently he sat down next to Harry and began to speak softly " You have never and will never be a freak, people … forget the tragedy of war, they forget the price that is paid when they are not the ones who have lost someone or something. Abstract fear is not the same as the gut-wrenching loss that you and I have come to know. I believe in my opinion that you have it worse than I. You will never know them, touch them, ...experience them in any way other than someone else's memory. Although I kind of understand, I have the ability to see mine, speak to them and hope that one day the damage to their minds can be reversed. I will never know the true experience of losing them until they are in old age and the maker takes them "Neville took a moment to gather his thoughts before he continued looking into Harry's eyes, seeing that his friend was listening to him intently, tears still dripping down his face eyes red and bloodshot, his right eye still healing.

"It is not selfish to wish it was someone else. I understand what that dream feels and looks like. I know the shame that comes from wishing that it was someone else and there is nothing wrong with it. My Gran use to want me to be just like my father, but I am not him, I will never be him. I can honor him in other ways than trying to replace a man who is in theory still living. I lost my temper Christmas of our third year and told her exactly how I felt that she was trying to use me as a replacement and that because I was not him, I would always be a disappointment. Part of the reason I was such a meek failure was because of her and her inability to see me, that she was no better than those who glorified that day... to say she was livid with me was an understatement" Pausing he took a breath and ran a hand through his hair." She didn't speak to me for a week. But that weekend she took me to Ollivander's, and I got a proper wand that was mine and not my father's. I know what it is like to live in the shadow of someone you barely remember, I want to help you. I can help you. We don't have to be best friends, but you cannot live with this alone. It will eat you; you are strong, brave and admirable. In four years at Hogwarts, you have experienced things well beyond our years and I refuse to stand by and not be there for you." Neville was stunned for a moment in silence as his friend threw himself at him and hugged him tightly. He stared past Harry's hair and into the piercing grey eyes of Sirius Black, only the look he saw was one of admiration, trust and a hint of sadness. Like he was looking into the past while still being very much in the present. He watched as the older man stood up and quietly left the room.

Neville listened as Harry cried quietly once again into his shoulder, he did not begrudge his friends his feelings as he out of the two of them had, had it far worse. He held Harry tightly before they separated, and Harry once again got control over his emotions.

Harry took a moment to gather himself "Thank you" he whispered looking down at his hands.

"Also, just so you are aware that new scar of yours looks bad ass" Neville smiled, and it cause Harry to laugh shoving Neville as he got up from the floor.

"Oh, fuck off" he laughed standing up and wiping his face.

"Sirius seems to have left, what else happened after I collapsed? "Harry asked looking at Neville who too had gotten off the floor and followed him back into the room.

"They took you to a chamber and removed the dark magic from your scar, it's called a Horcrux, basically a piece of Voldemort's soul was attached to your scar. Horcrux's are typically made from someone committing an act of horror, shredding their soul by committing murder, true unadulterated murder. Then taking the piece of their soul and putting it in an object so that if they die or lose their "human" form, they could gain human form again with a ritual. The soul shard makes the person technically immortal." Neville finished his verbal ramble and realized that Harry was staring at him mouth agape and full of horror.

"It's been removed Harry" He voice soft, and full of reassurance.

Harry nodded quietly as he walked over to his wardrobe and pulled out his clothes. Harry took the time to come to terms with what he had just been told. He had a piece of Voldemort removed from him. If he thought about it more, he could see the connections, but he didn't wish to so instead he distracted himself.

"What are we doing today? "He asked as he pulled off his sleeping shirt and pulled on his white dress shirt.

"Today we have to go back to Gringotts so they can check you and then finish our meeting with Warwick, only today Lupin will not be joining us, and neither will Sirius as they have other things they must do." Neville leaned against the wall as he unabashedly watched Harry remove his shirt, he did however look away once he saw the scars that marred Harry's back.

"So, we go to Gringotts then what?" Harry asked, looking back at Neville, who was looking away from him.

"Then we go shopping, Gran wants to get you a new wardrobe, says you need to look the Lord you are about to fully become. Then she wants to talk to you about an interview with the Daily Prophet that won't be released until the morning of our first day back for term" Neville smiled small at Harry when he turned around.

"Shopping? I thought we weren't doing that until we got our letters? "Harry asked looking baffled.

Neville laughed heartily and shook his head, his longish brown hair falling a little into his face. "No Harry, my gran refuses to let you parade around the house as if you live in squaller. There are events we must attend to that you must look the part for." He spoke the last in a haughty tone mimicking his Gran.

Harry laughed along shaking his head as he pulled on a vest a little too big for him. Taking a moment to think about it he really would prefer clothes of his own.

"Alright I guess we should start the day then... Do you think they will stare? "He asked, eyes flicking up towards his scar.

"Gran and the others No, outside of here possibly but if it truly bothers you, you can have gran glamour you. I know she will anyway when we leave Gringotts. We are flooing into Warwick's office today." Neville spoke as he handed Harry the Wizards cloak.

Harry pulled it on and nodded quietly, there wasn't much else he wished to say. Following Nev from the room he let his mind wander to the past few weeks and the events that had transpired. If he was going to be honest with himself, this was turning out to be the best summer he had ever had outside the summer of his second and fourth year.

Thinking about his fourth year he stopped walking "Nev when we get back home today could you please remind me to write to Cedric. It's important. "Harry had gone slightly green as he spoke causing Neville to worry.

"Do you need to sit?" he asked, making his way back to Harry to steady him.

"No, I just need to check on him. He needs to know that I am sorry. "He mumbled color slowly coming back to his face. He had forgotten to write to Cedric in the excitement of freedom and he was unhappy with the oversight.

Neville nodded and rubbed Harry's head gently. "Okay, I'll remind you "He whispered before they began walking again and entering the Family den just a few doors down.

As Harry and Neville entered the room, they were shocked to see that the goblin healer from Gringotts was standing in the Den speaking with Augusta.

"I'm sorry Harry, as soon as Sirius told me you were awake, I requested that Warwick send over a healer so that we could be sure that you were safe to travel back to Gringotts today." Lady Longbottom smiled at him as she slowly sat down in her chair.

Harry looked over at Gnotterm before he bowed to her in greeting.

"Hello Gnotterm, may your enemies bleed by your blade." He straightened and smiled small at the goblin before him.

"May your gold always flow Lord. Potter. Is there a room we could go to?" she asked, looking at him.

Harry nodded quietly before leading her from the room, he took her to his room and sat down on a trunk so that he would be closer to her.

Harry looked at her and waited quietly for instruction.

"A few days ago, many things occurred while we assisted you, I found several blocks on you as well as a soul shard hiding within your scar. I am going to show you the report that was documented from that day, I will then look over you again to make sure that you are free from all outside influences." She continued to speak as she pulled an envelope from her tunic and opened it.

Standing before him she handed him the documents.

Diagnostic Report

Harry James Potter

Age:14

Ailments:

Malnutrition

Several Malunited fractures- Humerus, Tibia, 3rd and 4th ribs on right side.

Muscle Damage

Nerve Damage

Soul Shard of Dark Origin

Blockages:/Bindings:

Magic Bound 50%- Signature Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore

Soul leeching 40%- Tom Morvolo Riddle

Potions:

Loyalty Potion set to Albus Dumbledore and Ron Weasley

Distrust Potion set to Severus Tobias Snape

Compulsion- Unspecified

The lists continued some in depth others unidentified. As he continued to read his face turned a sickly pale, slowly as if defeated he looked up at the lady goblin before his once vibrant green eyes now a dull hue.

"Easy Mr. Potter, nothing on those documents could not be fixed, in fact you may even need a new wand. I would highly suggest not using the one that you already own due to the wild magic that is now running within you.

You are a very strong and brave young man, if the stories of your adventures recently are to be true you are mighty powerful in your own right. It will take time to hone your skills and to be the man you will one day be.

Your body has been flushed of the potions; over the next few days you may find that you will feel different towards those who thought you were close and loyal to you. I would recommend that you take the time to relearn who you can and cannot trust.

As for the blockages and bindings, they have been broken by your own family magics, the soul shard removed by my highly skilled brothers and sisters of our craft.

Nothing ails you now dear boy, I would also like to say that I have never in my 300 years of living have seen something quite so disgusting done to another living creature, I have made copies of these reports and I have given them to Warwick who in turn has likely sent them to Amelia Bones who is in charge of your case.

I will examine you in a moment but first I need you to speak your mind, for I do not know if you wish to tell those outside of this room what you have learned." She stared at the crest fallen boy before her. In her culture, if a babe had been found to be mistreated in such a way the one responsible would have been slaughtered before their entire clan. Those who had done this to this boy would pay and the goblin nation would not flinch to save anyone involved in the torment of the babe before her.

After a few moments Harry took a deep breath "I … Why would..." He could not find the words to explain the depth of betrayal that he felt both by his friend and the man he once considered a mentor.

It was clear now that Dumbledore was the reason for everything, his abuse at the hands of the Dursleys, the inability to think for himself. If he looked back far enough, he could remember his first year and how excited he had been to learn magic only to squander it away by being with Ron day in and day out.

Shaking his head, he cleared it of those thoughts "What do I do now?" he asked, looking at her.

"Now you pave your own path, you follow your own wants and needs. You do for yourself what others failed to do for you. Now you must find your own way and choose for yourself who to trust and who to leave behind."

Harry nodded at her words before he looked around the magnificent room, he had been given by those who had in his mind barely knew him for he barely knew himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I guess let's get this over with because I have much to think about and I don't want to keep you longer than necessary." Harry smiled small, a little colour returning to his face as he waited for instruction.

The Medi Goblin gave him a toothy grin before she motioned for him to stand, in which he complied.

Waving her hands, she began chanting and magic began to swirl around him as she checked him over.

Within a few moments her chanting had stopped, and she smiled at him satisfied with the results and her work.

"You are all clear Mr. Potter. You can return to Gringotts this morning to finish your meeting. I do request that you come see me in my office the week before you return to school in September. If you feel any changes after you have had your first week back at school, please do send me a letter and I will come take care of you, as you are now a Lord or will be a full Lord by the end of today you are permitted to have your own Healer rather than one appointed by the school." She bowed and walked from his room not awaiting his response as he was not her only patient.

Harry stared back down at the documents anger ripping right through him. He had been leeched upon by the oldest person he trusted a man who clearly had no problem causing harm to those he deemed "important".

Standing abruptly, he made his way through his room and into the den. He stared as Sirius and Remus laughed shoving each other about, looked at Neville who was softly speaking to a plant and his eyes caught Lady Longbottom's, piercing him as she checked him over but seeing his distress.

"What is it Harry" She stood slowly concern laced in her voice though her face impassive.

Harry ignored her as his eyes homed in on his "Uncles" who had stopped messing about and faced him.

"Did you know?" he all but barked out lifting the papers in the air.

"Know what Pup?" Sirius made his way closer but stopped immediately when Harry stepped back and closer to Neville.

"Did you know what that old Bastard did to me the second he got his hands on me?" He snapped waving the documents nothing but anger, betrayal and pain filling his senses.

"I don't... I don't understand Harry." Sirius spoke confusion filling his features as he watched his Godson.

Neville had stood up quietly making his way to Harry quickly, gently he took the documents and pulled Harry into him, He looked down at the documents and as he read all the blood drained from his face turning him an ashen white.

"By Morgana" he whispered voice broken as he threw the offending papers onto the lounge table staring down at Harry who curled slightly into him but anger still pulsing through him, you could feel the magic beginning to sizzle in the air.

"Harry, I need you to breathe, we can't have another accident" Neville whispered turning Harry to face him as Sirius grabbed the documents and Remus stood beside him reading them.

Harry shook his head "I need..."

"I know, but nothing good will come from a magical outburst, also you don't know if they" Neville was cut off by a shout from Sirius

"I WILL KILL THAT OLD BASTARD WHERE HE STANDS!" Sirius's face was red, and rage marred his still weathered face.

Remus was still reading his face unreadable as he took the documents from Sirus and flipped to the next page, and the next, his ever-critical eyes drinking in every piece of information that was held within the pages.

With his free hand he grabbed onto Sirius's arm and a deep gravely sound came from him which caused Sirius to stop ranting and turn to him.

"You will do nothing" Remus growled as he showed him the second page. He looked up and stared at Harry, his eyes more amber than the brown they had been moments before.

"We knew nothing of this, had we I swear to you now that it would have been dealt with immediately cub. No one has the right to defile... you or your magic in such a way. Not even the Great pompous Albus Dumbledore. Not even the Minister of Magic can put these sanctions and restrictions on a child much less an Heir." Remus handed the papers to Lady Longbottom who had been holding her hand out expectantly.

Harry watched them from his position next to Neville who was still close but no longer holding onto him. He couldn't tell what to trust now, nothing made sense, nothing felt safe or right anymore. The rage had dissipated at Remus's words, but he no longer felt he could trust his own knowledge in his parents' friends.

He closed his eyes and shook the thoughts from his head. But it was the sound that came from Lady Longbottom that took all his attention as she made her way over to him and pulled him to her hugging him tightly, her arms wrapping around him one of her hands on the back of his head as she held him to her.

"Never again will you be forced to be anything other than yourself. You will never be touched again by someone you do not permit; you will never return to that house; you will never be forced to do anything you do not wish to do. You are not a pawn, a warrior, a soldier, you are fifteen and you will have the right to be fifteen. I am sorry we failed you my boy, I am so sorry you suffered, that you were manipulated, placed in unseemly positions and used as a weapon for sport. I am so sorry," She whispered in his ear.

At her words his resolve broke sobs wracking through him for the second time that morning, He clung to her as a life force, Neville watching his grandmother nothing but pride in his eyes as he placed a soothing hand on Harry's back.

The three of them stayed that way until sobs and tears went soft and it was clear that exhaustion finally caught up to Harry and he seemed to become listless and tired. Lady Longbottom motioned for Neville to take her place, and he moved over to help Harry stand and guided him to his bedroom for much needed rest.

A few days later Harry found himself once again in Diagon Alley. Although he had been cleared by the Goblin Medi Healer the events of the many days had finally caught up with him and he spent much of his time sleeping and spending time with his "family".

They had just finished at Gringotts finalizing the paperwork and going through the results of the audit. He had been given undeniable proof that Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Ginny were receiving money from his vaults that neither himself nor his parents had approved of or set up. It had been found that there was an old assistant to Warwick who had somehow gotten Albus Dumbledore's request approved as well as allowing him into vaults he should have never been able to get in to.

They showed what had been taken, which was mostly books and journals, this could easily be tracked down and returned to vaults as every item had a track and summon spell attached for the sole purpose of repossession by the bank. So, within the following days Warwick's office had been completely flooded with stacks of books that his assistant tried desperately to keep organized and inventoried.

After they had gone over all the personal items and the money Harry was able to go down into his family vaults. He stood with Neville staring at the large chamber with an inventory scroll in his hand. He looked around seeing the history of his entire family right before his very eyes.

Soon both boys began to go through the room, Neville collected books that he and Harry discussed, and Harry searched for a few personal things he wanted such as his parents' wands and a few other bits and bobs. As Harry moved around, he tripped over a rug and made to grab hold of what he thought was a cloth covered box to catch himself but instead he pulled the cloth with him to the floor and was surprised to hear voices.

"Fleamont! Fleamont! We are in the vaults." Came the voice of a woman from a very large painting. Harry stared up at the woman and then looked at the equally large portrait next to it and saw and older gentleman who seemed to be getting his baring's from sleep.

"James what are we doing in the Vaults young man..." The woman snapped as Harry rolled from his back and onto his knees.

"I'm … I'm not... My name is Harry, Harry Potter...I'm James's son" He whispered out staring at the older couple, He let his eyes flick down to the name plates and realized that this was Fleamont and Euphemia Potter, his grandparents.

"Where is your father, Harry? What year is it? How much time has passed? "Fleamont asked looking at his supposed Grandson.

"The year is 1995, My father was killed along with my mother at the hands of Voldemort October 31st of 1981. You both died in 1980 due to Dragon box within days of each other" He looked down as he realized that he had told them probably the biggest news they had ever heard.

"My dear boy, how... How old are you?" Euphemia asked as she seemingly leaned closer to him in her portrait.

"I am about to be Fifteen in two weeks. I'm sorry to impart such horrible news" He spoke softly feeling wretched for not apologizing first.

"No fret dear boy, better to be straight and out with it than dance around like a prancing mooncalf" Fleamont stated before taking a seat in his portrait.

"Would you like me to take you with me? I would like to get to know you." Harry asked gently, a little unsure of himself.

Fleamonts response was cut off by Neville calling out his name.

"HARRY! HARRY COME HERE NOW "Nevilles voice rang through the vault.

Harry quickly shrunk his grandparents after getting their permission and placed them in his pocket after covering them with a handkerchief gifted to him by Nev.

Quickly he followed Nevilles calls and stopped dead in his tracks as he stared past Neville.

There behind a massive chest and several books were his parents' portraits, Neville still had them covered as he was trying to quickly free them from their hidden place. Quickly he moved to Nev and began helping him set them free.

Within a few moments they were free, He pulled on the cloth that covered their faces, he was stunned into silence as his parents came to life. Both of his parents looked around before their eyes fell on him.

Neville caught Harry as he started to sink to his knees "It's them" He whispered holding onto Neville.

"I know Harry "He replied looking over at them concern etched into their faces.

"Sorry Ma'am and Sir, Harry's just in shock. It's a lot for him to take in." Neville looked at them as he held his friend.

They seemed to understand and gave both boys a moment before speaking.

Harry seemed to get a grip and pulled back from Neville as he shook his head free of his feelings. Looking at them both he waved a little.

"Hello Mum, Dad." Harry stared at them, his eyes drinking in each feature of his parents.

"Hello Harry" Lily spoke softly looking back at her son, the last time she had seen him he was nothing but a chubby squish in her arms.

"Hello Son" James replied sliding into his wife's portrait to hold her.

They both stared in fascination at their son, Harry walked up to them and with Neville pulled them from behind the trunk, they propped them against the trunk and then brought out his grandparents' portraits.

Harry and Neville filled them in on the year and just a quick summary of the past few years not really getting into too much detail. Soon Harry and Neville were shrinking the portraits and grabbing a few items from the vault that his parents suggested he get.

Then they were walking out and meeting up with Lady Longbottom who directed the boys to Madam Malkin's. Upon entering the Madam immediately came to them and began to take their measurements.

While they were waiting for fashion plates and fabrics the boys began to inform Lady Longbottom what they had discovered in the vault. To say that she was surprised was an understatement.

Harry took her processing time as an opportunity to walk over to the ready-made shirts, sweaters and the like. He grabbed several knitted sweaters in a variety of colours, he pulled a blue one on and looked at himself in a mirror and was completely struck by how... nice he looked. He looked up and past himself and he saw Neville looking at him, as if he was watching him. Blushing, he let his eyes drop back to himself. Making sure what he wanted was all in the correct size he added it to his order and then moved on to shirts trying on a few before he was called over to get fitted in lush robes for his new position as Lord, he rolled his eyes as Neville chuckled at him as he could see Harry getting frustrated with being poked and prodded.

Neville struggled as he and Harry were dressed and outfitted to the nines. He watched as Harry was put into suit after suit, he was constantly being distracted by how handsome his friend was, he shook his head as Harry was put in an emerald, green Edwardian style suit, the jacket had the classical four- buttons. It had narrow black lapels that had vines embossed into the fabric. It had three flapped pockets, two gracing the right side and one on the left. The waistcoat was rather traditional with its six buttons, and in black with emerald pipping. It had four welted pockets, two on each side.

Neville couldn't help but be taken aback by how much something so form fitting could completely change the way Harry looked and could be perceived.

"That style "He spoke loud and pointedly causing everyone to stop and Harry to turn looking at him slightly confused.

Neville coughed a little before he slowly left his platform walking over to Harry sizing him up.

"This is it, this makes you look like a Lord, like you belong. It causes you to stand taller, I can barely recognize you, but your scar gives you away "He whispered softly smoothing the lapels on Harry's jacket. He took a handkerchief from the line up beside them and slid it into the left-hand breast pocket on his vest before moving out of the way and making Harry face the mirrors.

"This is the new you" Neville whispered from beside Harry as he seemingly saw himself for the first time, Nev felt as he stood taller, let his arms relax a little as he got a good look at himself.

Turning slightly, he stared at himself checking out how it made him look. Quickly he decided and asked Madam Malkins to him, he asked to have a few more made, one in a royal blue, a black and a black with red piping. He also ordered some vests in a variety of colours, ties to match as well as a few bow ties.

Neville smiled at him before making his way to his Gran who was laughing softly to herself.

"What's so funny Gran?"

"You both, stubborn as a mule he is, but the moment you tell him he looks like a Lord he orders four more. "She chuckled again shaking her head.

Turning she spoke to the assistant making sure it was charged to her accounts and that the boys were no wiser. Checking her watch, she realized they were getting close to their end time. Checking that they were all done she collected the boys and took them to Olivander's.

Once they were inside Olivander seemed a little surprised "Hello Mr. Potter, Lady Longbottom and Mr. Longbottom. What brings you into my humble shop? "He asked looking at them all, but his eyes focused on Harry.

Harry shifted uncomfortably underneath the old man's gaze. "I am in need of a new wand sir, mine is unsafe to use after having a visit with a Medi witch and coming into my family magic"

Olivander nodded softly and thought for a moment "No wand in here would be good for family magics that will have taken such an affect, so come with me, you too Mr. Longbottom as I suspect you will soon be back in getting yourself a new wand."

He did not wait for a reply as he made his way into the back of his shop, both boys quickly followed as Lady Longbottom left to go collect some odds and ends.

As they entered the back Harry was taken aback by how organized and clean the space was. He looked around at each shelf Woods, Heartstrings from creatures, different magical components. Olivander began pulling things from the shelves above his work bench.

"To Begin you will find your wood or woods. You will tap into your magic; the best way is to visualize it in some form and then you will move a hand over each wood and whatever calls to your magic is what will be used as the base of your wand."

Harry looked over at Neville who nodded, sighing softly Harry closed his eyes before he took a deep breath and began to try and visualize his magic, after a few moments he could feel the magic spread through his body, going from his toes all the way to his fingertips.

Slowly he took his time as he hovered over each wood, he went ove them three times before he pulled out three woods, Acacia, Aspen and Yew. Olivander seemed surprised and set the woods aside before turning to the boys.

"Sorry dear boys it is not often that one pulls more than one wand wood much less three, Yew is chosen for those who are fiercely protective, it also is very picky. A rather loyal one though. Acacia will likely not produce magic for anyone other than its true owner, it will work for those truly gifted in magic. Aspen is stunning in its pure white hue, but it is best used for those who are duelists. Putting all three together will be quite the challenge depending on the type of core it takes I may need some of your blood to stabilize the wand, we shall see." Olivander looks like a small child walking into a sweet shop.

Harry waited a few moments as Olivander pulled specimen jars, he gave Harry the same instructions that he had been given for the wood. Soon Harry was taking his time doing the same as he went over each jar, he stopped at only two. A Phoenix Feather that was pitch black with a white flare and a Heartstring of a Dragon labeled Hebridean Black.

Olivander looked at him in a kind of awed silence. He walked over to the desk and placed everything together. "This will be one of my most complicated creations yet my dear boy. You will need to provide me with a small vial of your blood. It will be destroyed the moment I am no longer in need of it. It will be a few days before it will be completed. I will send a letter to Lady Longbottom and due to you seemingly traveling under the radar I will keep your visit to my shop quite." Olivander smiled small and patted Harry's shoulder.

"Thank you, sir, I look forward to hearing from you. Also thank you for keeping my secret." He took a silver blade on the desk and cut open his hand and put the blood in a vial for the Wizard. Shaking the man's hand with his good one, they took their leave but before they walked out the door Neville made sure Harry's glamour was well in place.

Nodding Neville and Harry set out to find Lady Longbottom. When they found her, she was having tea at a shop not far from Olivander's. When they approached, she was speaking to non-other than Rita Skeeter.

Harry stepped back for the last time he had to deal with her it was very unpleasant until Cedric nearly died.

Neville gripped the back of Harry's arm unsure of how he would react to the woman who on paper had attacked him for the better part of a year.

Lady Longbottom sat up straighter as Rita began to speak.

"My, my how the mighty have fallen" Rita sat back smirking.

Lady Longbottom grinned into her teacup as she took a sip then pinned the other woman with a level gaze while placing the cup back upon its saucer, "Well Miss Skeeter, I was going to say the very same, but then that would be a touch redundant, wouldn't it?" She folded her hands into her lap for a moment before grinning slightly, "You eagerly took this meeting without so much as a question as to why. This tells me two things. One being that you love a good bit of gossip to sell to your half loyal readers as you can't really get much else in the way of decent scoops without swiping them from someone else. And two, no one else will take the trollop that you write anymore- not even the Prophet." She cocked her head to the side, "Am I wrong?"

Harry stared at Lady Longbottom, his eyes wide with a slight sense of fear, impressed by how calm she was in dressing Rita Skeeter down.

Rita's gaze moved from the boys and back to Lady Longbottom's face, her eyes pinched as she took her censure from the old woman. Rolling her shoulders, she sat up ready to bite back but she was cut off by one of the boys.

"I would stop while you are already behind Ms. Skeeter, seeing as I still have the key to your success, and I also have the biggest story you could ever dream of writing, but if you continue I will have no issue taking my business elsewhere and dragging you and your little wings down in the process. I no longer have the time nor the patience to put up with your childish mediocrity." Harry sat down in a chair beside Lady Longbottom, Neville sitting beside him.

Rita's eyes widened her face turning an ashen white as she realized who the mysterious boy truly was, Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived was sitting across from her and was seriously considering revealing her secret.

She leaned forward and took a deep breath "What do you want?"

"We are willing to keep your secret but in exchange you are going to get an exclusive with me, you will write the truth, we will read over it before it is published, you will get other exclusives if this works out well, let's try honest Journalism for a change and see how that sells." Harry looked at Lady Longbottom who nodded.

After a tense hour of negotiations between Harry and Rita they came to an amicable agreement which Lady Longbottom had written out and signed by all present, she sent it off to Gringotts for it to be properly filed.

Soon all four were leaving through the floo to Longbottom Manor's formal Den, where Harry and Rita got into the thick of it.