Harry was panicking. He had woken up early, a habit carried over from being on the run for the last year. He sat up in bed and felt a small weight on his legs. He looked down, and there placed neatly on his quilt was the invisibility cloak, the resurrection stone, and the elder wand. Dumbledore's wand. So here Harry sat one and a half hours later, still panicking and trying to work out what to do.

A crash followed by an emphatic fuck was heard from the other side of the room and harry decided to do what he seemed to be doing with everything since he came back. He will deal with it later. He bundled the stone and the wand in the invisibility cloak and opened his curtains. Shoving the bundle to the bottom of his trunk he looked over to where the crash came from. Neville was knelt on the floor, tears in his eyes, picking up pieces of a broken pot. The soil was everywhere and Seamus was holding the flower gently at its roots trying to keep the soil where it was.

"I'm really sorry mate. It was an accident." Neville looked at Seamus with teary eyes and smiled.

"It's fine. Accidents happen. I should have put it on something more sturdy." walking closer Harry pulled his wand and silently reparoed the pot, scourgifyed the dirt, and conjured more soil for Neville to repot the begonia. He knew how much that plant meant to him. There was a matching one in his parents hospital room. Yawning he went back to his trunk and pulled out clothes making his way to the bathroom for a shower.

Neville and Seamus sat in stunned silence until Dean tapped Seamus's shoulder. "you alright mate?" Seamus opened his mouth to speak but Neville beat him to it.

"Did he just perform a silent reparo, scourgify, and conjuration?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Who?"

"Harry." both said in unison. They looked between each other and silently decided this didn't happen.

Harry walked down to the great hall. He was exhausted and exceptionally glad that it was Saturday. He had stuff to do, and with how much concentration it took to do things with all the fog confusing him, he would need the time. but first he needed to get rid of Ron. The second he sat down the twins were on him. They thanked him for saving Ginny and asked about the chamber, the snake, the diary, what Lockhart did, and how he killed the basilisk. Eventually Harry managed to push the topic towards quidditch, and just as he hoped Fred and George invited Ron and him to play.

"Sorry but I'm still really sore from yesterday. Ron you should go though." Harry saw the conflicted expression, and the way his eyes flicked to Dumbledore. So even at this age Ron was reporting to Dumbles about him. "Oh, since I'm sitting out, you can use my nimbus 2000." Ron's eyes lit with greed and Harry knew he would get a day alone.

"Are you sure mate? I can really use your nimbus?" As much as Harry didn't really want to, it was the best way to keep him away from Harry. Besides, he would be getting the firebolt soon enough.

"Of course. I don't mind you borrowing it, but you have to let Fred and George have a go too." and with that all three red heads scurried out of the hall, leaving Harry to have a peaceful breakfast. He felt eyes watching him and began to panic. He had forgotten about the goat's wand. Slowly he turned to look at the head table but to his surprise Dumbledore was talking to professor McGonagall, eyes twinkling like nothing was wrong. He discreetly scanned the hall until his eyes settled on seamus who quickly turned away and began a hushed conversation with Dean and Neville. He had no clue what that was about but it didn't seem hostile so it was probably fine.

Once he had finished breakfast he made his way back to the dorm to retrieve his cloak. He pulled it out of the trunk only for something to clatter to the ground. Harry then remembered why he had been panicking before. He draped the cloak over his trunk and bent down to pick up the wand. It began to heat in his grip, becoming almost painful before suddenly liquefying in his hand. The liquid was an iridescent black that clung to his skin. It started to move along his arm until it formed a band around his upper arm. Slowly the band started to split and pool creating a band of rune like patterns. The liquid seeped into his skin leaving a band of iridescent runes. In all the process took about five seconds. Harry looked down at the stone still sitting innocently on the floor then to the cloak.

"Fuck it. Only one way to find out." he muttered to himself before grabbing the stone and cloak again. The same happened with the stone, putting a band on his left arm this time. The cloak however was slightly different; it created two lines of iridescent runes running down both his sides, starting at the bottom of his ribs and ending mid thigh. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. The hallows had marked his body with something that he innately knew was permanent, but on the other hand the marks weren't all that visible. if someone happened to catch a glimpse they would either think it a trick of the light or a scar. Another thing was the knowledge. He didn't know how he knew but he just did. The abilities of the hallows were within his innate magic meaning, for example he could make himself invisible the exact same way the cloak did. just without it. Harry decided that once again this would go in the; to think about later pile, and went back to what he was originally going to do.

Once in the chamber Harry walked over to the basilisk and ran his hand across her scales. They were soft and smooth. She was a beautiful creature. It was sad. She had been locked down here for so many years. It's Probably why she went mad. He dropped his hand and made his way to the statue collecting the diary on his way. As he walked through he cast a silent, wandless lumos, marveling at the ease in which he cast it. He felt the elder wand runes hum in satisfaction and wondered if he would be able to do magic without setting off the trace. Another thing to add to the; think about later pile.

As he stepped through the passage the room lit up with mage light. The room was bare with a plinth in the center holding what looked to be an uncut citrine the size of his fist. He looked at his hand. The size of an adult fist. He walked towards it, hand outstretched. The second he made contact his hand was stuck. A sharp pain lanced through his hand and he watched in fascination as the crystal went from a burnt yellow to a deep orange. He felt a shift in the ambient magic around him and watched in amazement as the brick walls melted away to show a large receiving room. A cluster of comfy looking sofas surrounded a tall fireplace that had two corridors leading off the room either side of it. The other three walls each held an elaborate carved dark wood door. the entrance he came from nowhere to be found. For now Harry wanted to map out his surroundings to find out where everything led.

Two and a half hours later, Harry collapsed on to one of the sofas. He was right, it was comfy. He had found out a lot. First, the corridor to the left of the fire led to a spiral staircase. Which in turn led to a maze of passageways that took you all over the upper floors of Hogwarts. Every passage opens with parseltongue and is marked by a small engraving of a snake. The corridor to the right was the exact same but for the lower floors and they interconnected with the passages from the upper floors. The middle door opposite the fire led to a lavish study, decorated in greens, gold and silver. The door to the right led to a bedroom with a bed big enough for ten people. Surprisingly the room was decorated in cream, gold and bronze. The room on the left was the one Harry was most excited for. It was a library. A library at least double the size of the one the school had access to. He couldn't wait to start reading. Even if his mind was trying to tell him otherwise. However it was getting on in the day and he needed to make an appearance so no one, cough Dumbledore cough, gets suspicious. With all the effort of an exhausted teen, he made his way to lunch.