''Who are you?'' he said his own voice sounding distorted as if carried through the air like rippling water his clone just smiled and began ''i am you ofourse'' it uttered before pausing
''Well kind of'' it spoke again ''i'm your subconscious in a way or an embodiment of it so there's no need to be scared i just formed here as these magnificent walls were constructed around me i'm here to protect your memories here'' it stated ''as we both know there's no one we truly trust but ourself and so who better to protect us, Now i am unsure of my abilities here but we can assume that my usefulness will be in contrast to how much you believe in us'' he finished sounding unsure but seemingly resolute in his own understanding and to harry a conversation with himself seemed odd but sort of right, he'd always been alone or atleast felt it his relatives were never there for him he had friend once, hed found a snake whilst tending to the garden and had taken it to the cupboard with him after asking permission hed wound up finding the snakes head on his pillow the next day after school blood was all over his cot some of it his some the snakes it didn't matter to him he was just crushed he had vowed to never be like that again a few months later hed found his mothers letter and a fire ignited inside him that would never be extinguieshed nor tamed and so he wished to become strong so he was never left weak again he looked up from the ground he'd been staring at and into his own piercing green eyes a smile tugged at his lips, ''we will become strong'' he muttered ''we will break the chains that bind us and be free to do as we wish'' and his both versions of the boy smirked at the other ''deal'' the other stated before he woke again the sun just peeking through his curtains and a renewed vigor he stepped out of bed and began to work again he made his own way to the library this time and researched all he could his subconscious doing the research as his own mind pondered the magics at work and felt for the sensing a spark within him it flickered like a candle light the ball of flames no bigger than a tennis ball but it roared like a miniature sun its power nothing to scoff at he felt it pulsed as he exercised it and it began to wane slightly before burning hotter this was his core he could feel it the mucky orange almost brown ball of energy was his magic and as he pushed upon the ball he felt it flow through him, his limbs tingling at the sensation, pathways drew from his core that was once a tightly knit ball of energy now became sprawling pathways of flashing light all connected to his center and he felt a heat forming in his chest right beside his heart as he opened his eyes he could feel his magic flowing inside him and decided to try to move the heat first from his chest into his arm then down toward his hand before finally the tiniest tendril stretched out toward the tip of his finger and with a final push a tiny candle like flame formed on the tip of his finger before flickering out into nothingness and he felt himself grow tired again he made his way home again deciding he didn't want to collapse in the library for the second time and as he got home he sat down on his couch and closed his eyes before awakening inside his mind once more and as he looked around he saw his subconscious facing away from him instead staring at a huge ball of brown orange flames surrounded by large golden stabelisers reminiscent to a globe the shelves creating a perfect circular area for the contraption as he walked up behind his subconscious he was amazed it was his core but why here, before he could question his subconcious finally spoke ''i dont know either'' he said slightly exasperated ''it just showed up and i can feel it its power radiates everywhere here i dont know what you did but its like its awakened, your core was always there but it was vicious and angry and, well lost i suppose but now its here and its thriving and im not sure why but we need to find out'' his subconscious paused again before carrying on '' we need to find somewhere with magical knowledge please i have to know for all we know this could be entirely normal but something feels strange to begin with i've existed a mere day but in that time my entire domain has changed and you magical power increased exponentially where as it should have stayed in its more wild and primitive state its the reason your not supposed to enter the magical world until the age of eleven when the process has happened naturally'' the information he'd been told confused him yet he swelled with pride at his accomplishment before he began to giggle at his predicament, here he was not understanding the world and yet he's creating a thing that the occlumency book described as a cognitive domain a supposedly grand master level feat and he was still unsure of if this was a normal domain from what he'd read it seemed that most master occlumens used things such as traps and labyrinths to protect the mind they formed walls of stone harder than anything to exist and allowed none to enter what was essentially a single book of memories yet here he had a library of fantastical design its beauty its main factor with nothing more to defend it than a single man that being him, there was never talk of seeing your core and his visualisation of his magics seem so far off from what others supposedly know magic seems to be revered and therefore none look upon it they see it as just a power but none look at it he sees the magic in everything that surrounds him like a melody the lights and voices of something unknown dance around him and in its centre is his core a supposedly unknow thing yet harry knew it was an energy it pulsed like a muscle and grew in power the more it was worked yet this was supposedly so far frow what common theory dictated overall however harry was at a loss, he was out of his depth and he knew it therefore he laughed at it all and decided to embrace this change, he felt his mind drifting again and knew he was ready to wake so he turned and spoke, ''well see what i can do ok'' before his eyes drifted open to his living room and everything seemed so dull now, he knew that he could see the magic and it was beautiful but the real world seemed so dark and dreary he felt the magic permeating the air however and decided to explore his gift he once again felt for his core and this time called it forward first through his chest toward his neck and into his skull before a tendril reached his eyes and he pushed for the desired effect his irises suddenly shining like an emerald green flame and the room burst into a flurry of magnificent color he felt the drain on his magic once again and before it could send him dizzy again he lessened the flow and allowed the lights to dull but still allowed him to see the magic around him without it taking all his magical energy instantly he could feel the strain but it also recovered just as fast and he found it to be like a workout for his magical core he found it to be a good idea to keep the sight running allowing his core to always be at at work therefore always getting stronger he spent a time walking around allowing his sight to adjust and looking at different objects the room barely glowed at all seemingly only carrying remnants of the natural magics within it but his collection of books all glowed brilliant hues he decided to take a walk outside and saw for himself the beauty of natural magics that surrounded him and as he wandered the streets he began to see the magics in people aswell each person seemed to have a magical quality to them however he found a seemingly innocuous man walking down a street that had a yellow haze of magic almost radiating off his skin harry decided to follow the man and found himself walking down a road in central london toward a seemingly un assuming bar that was until harry noticed the flakes of colour underneath the seemingly normal exterior and he realised that something was blocking the magic so that he couldnt see it therefore he walked toward the door and pushed it open finding and old bar lit by candle light full of so many different hues of color they almost sent his head dizzy before he finally straightened out his head and found himself walking toward the bar and as the wrinkled old barkeep looked down on him with a smile at his lips he asked ''You ok there lad? Before pointing toward the back door ''the alleys that way son'' he spoke again and harry not really knowing what to do after charging head first into this situation just followed the pointing appendage toward a seemingly innocuous door pushing through into a small courtyard he was highly confused, there was no doubt there was magic here however he was unsure of why he'd been pointed in this direction until he seemed near forced to look at a brick on the wall the brick glowed a faint brown color and it finally clicked he clicked the brick hoping something happened and another brick lit up nearby so he tapped it again and repeated the process twice more before the bricks began to shudder and as he stepped backwards in fear of doing something wrong he saw the bricks begin to form an intricately carved archway that while he admired it had completely lost his attention as a bustling alley appeared before him full of so many colors and sights and sounds that he actually had to turn off his vision in fear of passing out from to much magical exposure overloading his senses yet once his mind was right once again he balked at the extraordinary environment he now found himself in he took a tentative step upon the cobblestones half expecting the wondrous sight to be a figment of childlike imaginagtion and for it to disappear as soon as he interacted with it however his fears didnt come to pass and instead the alley only became more believable, he stared in aww as he walked past the almost to bright shop fronts each item so very foreign and yet so amazing he saw foods and brooms and cloaks and wands and potions and animals and finally he felt like he belonged as he walked even further up the alley he found himself going into a small shop full of books he walked toward the shelves and saw so many fantastical titles he decided upon a blue leather bound book called beginners guide to magics and walked toward the counter asking how much the book cost ''12 sickles my dear'' was the kind ladies and his eyes went wide in embarrassment not knowing what to do the cashier noticed however and said '' how much do you have dear'' expecting an answer but harry just shoved forwards the few pound notes he had not expecting the aged witch to begin to giggle, ''im sorry dear we don't accept muggle money here'' she said sweetly '' if you need gringotts can exchange it for a few galleons though'' being caught at a loss once again harry just nodded thanked the lady and left getting really tired of being caught so unaware he thought to himself he trudged further up the alley until he stood upon the steps of a terribly wonky white building that seemed to touch the sky besides the doors were a pair of creatures much unlike the wizards he could see they were in truth revolting there faces wrinkled and noses as thin and long as his fingers there beady black eyes staring directly at him and a wide grin spread across their faces there sharp teeth were yellowed and looked gory they were dressed in thick plate metal intricate carvings all over they were truly astounding creatures the sign above read gringotts bank, knowing he had found the right place harry pushed through the ornate double doors into a cavernous hall with teller desks lining each side of the room, he could spot hallways leading from the main room and wondered just how large this place was as he walked toward a clear teller desk, ''excuse me'' he said npot a moment later a gruesome face peered over the edge of the desk toward himand he spoke ''ive come to exchange some money sir'' he said quickly and the goblin just growled before speaking in a high gravely voice, ''Name'' '' erm Harry potter'' the boy replied watching the creatures eyes widen minutely before he spoke again ''very well then mr potter i will call for you an account manager'' the creature said before whispering in an unknown tongue toward another creature near bye and before long he was sent down one of the maze like hallways off the side of the main room after a few minutes of walking down the pristine white hallway they came upon a door and as harry stepped inside he saw another of the creatures sat behind a large mahogany desk "Hello mister potter" it spoke in a rough gravelly voice, its beady black eyes seemed to stare into his soul "hi?" he replied and the goblin just chuckled before speaking again "yes hi, my name is account manager harthorne what is it you wish to speak of today" the creature answered "erm sorry im all very new to this" came harry's rather terrible apology before he spoke again "i originally came to exchange normal money for wizard money but i assume i already have an account if i've been sent to an account manager" the young man spoke with a wisdom so far out of his age the account manager knew wizards his age were only just beginning to learn to fly a broom or playing with other young magicals not talking to account managers, "well yes mister potter you do in fact have an account here and we can certainly exchange the money you need but i think you'll find that wizarding money is going to be your new normal and your money is called muggle money" the creature informed him and harry just sort of stared for a moment before replying "er right, so, and what does muggle mean?" he said and winced as the word left his mouth, man he sounded like an idiot, the creature began to chuckle and replied " muggle is a term used to refer to your non magical counterparts" harry thought that made sense after all there probably should have been a way of categorizing a vast majority of the planet "ah right then, next question, does that mean i have like a secret vast fortune or something like that" he joked and he creature once again chuckled, he liked this wizard, "had you come a few decades earlier mister potter then possibly but it appears the potter family squandered much of the great wealth they have acquired throughout the centuries all that is left in your family vault is the lord potter ring and a couple hundred galleons which while is a comfortable amount for some wizards for an ancient and noble house it is the very bottom of the barrel" the goblin replied and before harry could ask the question the creature began to explain the few thing he knew the young man would not understand
"The Potter family have always been an exceptional family not a single facet of the magical world that exists has not had the help of a potter to push a breakthrough in the field it is a family no stranger to accomplished and revered scholars and warriors in fact your grandfather Charlus fleamont Potter was the only person other than dumbledore to hold his own against Gellert Grindelwald
Many a man on the front was sure Charlus would be the man to kill him however dumbledore jumped in at the last second to end the war, im aware you have no clue who these people are but you can research them if you please they are all historical legends afterall , Anyway the potter family have always been a formidable force with many powerful wizards to back up there intellect and skill this ofcourse led to great wealth through triumph in battle and political and business acumen however the last century has been bleak, near the beginning many of the family fell ill to magical maladies that have since been treated by none other than your great grandmother Victoria Potter nee Greengrass however the damage had been done and the number of potters fell to around 10
Since then there have been two wars your great grandfather Fleamont Archibald Potter was killed in the war against grindelwald your great grandmother followed him shortly after its assumed grief took her then your grandfather's sister amy victoria potter was caught in a raid by Grindelwalds forces she was 12 at the time it's also why you ancestral home potter manor is now just an open field not even ruins remain your grandfather and grandmother both succumbed to dragon pox and your fathers cousins died early on in the war against voldemort it's actually why he began the fight himself eventually james and lily potter both died to put an end to voldemort leaving only you the last potter, of course throughout the wars not a single other family helped quite as much as the potters your entire fortune and all your properties were forfeit for the war efforts and evacuation of families who needed a place to live, therefore never let it be said that the potters are a weak house, it is rich with history dating to the roman empire and it's very foundation is in the strength they hold no matter how much money you own beneath our floors young one we at gringotts know who you are and throughout all the endeavours your house has lived it gained the titles of ancient and noble that officially makes you the heir of the potter line and upon your eleventh birthday you are technically to become lord potter"
Harry's subconscious was currently peering through a huge emerald stained glass window his mouth fully agape as the ceiling of the chapel fell around him debris and dust filling the room yet he was still just stood shocked after listening to the creature in front of him it took a moment before he gathered his thoughts and sprinted through the debris of the failing mindscape ducking and weaving until he made his way to the core of harry's magic he instantly slammed his hands into the huge orb of energy that sent a shockwave through the entirety of the mind and body,
"Ow" Harry said as he grabbed his head before looking toward the account manager "sorry migraine, woah that was a cool speech so that's all true?" the little boy questioned "every single word" the creature replied before looking the boy in the eyes again " so would you like to make a withdrawal" he said and harry just blinked "yes please" harry replied, after around ten minutes he found himself on the steps of gringotts this time with a pouch of galleons and a wallet full of pound notes he made his way toward the book store again and decided to buy all the books he could about the new world he found he lived in he knew that to thrive he needed information and if he was supposed to be a lord then surely he had even more he should know,
After a long few long hours of study the gravity of his new station became apparent, he needed to one day stand shoulder to shoulder with some of the most influential and powerful wizards and witches in britain if not the world, knowing the heavy bias of british literature he didn't put much stock in it but in the last two centuries at the very least britain was the breeding ground of the most powerful wizards in recent history, albus dumbledore and he who must not be named being only 2 of the dozens, his own grandfather as well as an arcturus black who were supposedly brothers in all but blood were also on the list each wizard were in the light blue stage of core development, it took harry around a week to piece together the meaning of core development but it seemed to be a form of measuring magical power the color system seemed to work in order of brown,orange,yellow,green,dark blue,light blue and white with stages in between such as murky brown and brown with flecks of orange it was like a beginner, professional and master system wherein murky colours represented being a beginner, a full clear colour representing being a professional mage of that core strength and finally flecks of the next colour signified mastering your core and attempting to mature the colour of the magic,
These colors were usually measured through use of a detection spell but there was cause
to believe when a wizard is suitably emotionally charged the color can encompass the castor much like an aura, safe to say that with his pedigree being so substantial that his own grandfather was both a celebrated politician as well as a gifted mage with power not lacking to any but living legends, harry definitely had some large shoes to fill, despite what many may consider an impossible task however harry viewed the challenge with an enviable pride, even half the man his grandfather was is a great man and if he lived to be nearly as great then he could die happy knowing he lived a full life, despite his feeling on the matter though he also knew that his biggest setback in life was his lack of family to guide him and he vowed to let that problem end with him, he would rebuild the potter name and if that meant he had to topple wizarding britain then so be it, he understood his pedigree and he understood his goal, there wouldnt be a man nor monster that could take that from him, he would rebuild the great house of potter upon foundations that were indestructible and allow his children to continue his work,
All problems for the future though he'd decided after pulling his nose from the tome he was researching he looked around his room and saw all the other books scattered around him, he decided it was time to clean up before taking a trip to diagon alley again, after all it had become his greatest source of information, his library was beginning to grow having purchased another two bookshelves both of which were reaching close to maximum capacity, he had officially decided to shop for something other than books and as he found himself heading toward the alley he thought about his first stop, he needed new clothes, while he was informed madam malkins was a perfectly respectable place to buy his clothes he was looking for something different and by the time he knew it he found himself walking down a backroad just off from diagon, knocturn, he read the battered sign post before walking further, he could see people all around him each
blending in with the shadows and trying to disappear, he eventually came upon a shop with a hammer and sewing needle painted onto the clearly old sign, entering through the grimy hardwood door the bell chimed and he heard a gruff "one moment!" come from the back, he nodded silently and perused the dark and scruffy little shop, he could feel a sweltering heat from the back of the shop and could hear the sound of a dying fire as well as the light tap of some form of tools before he heard the scrape of a chair and out walked a giant of a man from the back of the shop, he had a dark well trimmed beard that looked like it had stolen all the hairs that should have been on his bald head, his body was built like an athlete, he had giant muscles that pushed against his simple cotton shirt and his massive arms were covered in scars, he looked around the shop a moment before looking down and noticing the small child in front of him, "well hey little man" the giant of a man said "my names casey what can i do for ya"
The man now known as casey said with a large grin, "erm, i was looking for someone to make me something, a shirt" harry spoke and the man just cocked an eyebrow "I think you'll find there are much better shops to buy clothing from"
Said the man but harry carried on "Actually i think here's perfect i need the shirt to be heavy and i'll need to keep making it heavier whilst it still looks like normal clothes therefore i thought someone who works with metal might be able to help" he smiled up at the man "Interesting request little man but i guess i'm not in the habit of asking to much, sure thing lemme get ya measurements and then ya can be off for a few, it'll take Me a couple hours to piece it together" Casey spoke in his gravelly voice "sure I'll be back in a few hours" harry said before turning to leave the shop "cya!" Came the shout as he closed the door behind him.