HARRY POTTER AND THE TEL'TAK
The Harry Potter Universe is the copyright of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. Discovery. The story and OCs are mine. If you recognize dialogue or action, it's from existing material that I make no claim upon. Stargate is the copyright of Amazon- the company not the river.
Harry James Potter was in trouble. This was considerably worse than normal. He was not yet 7 years old and had given his report card to his Uncle Vernon. Vernon Dursley was fat, the size of a walrus, Harry thought. His Aunt Petunia had along neck and blonde hair that she wore in a bun. She was his dead mother's sister. Harry seemed to remember a redhead with brilliant emerald eyes, but he could not be sure. His parents had died when he was 15 months old on Halloween 1981. Harry had been left on their doorstep overnight on the 1st to 2nd November, like a pint of milk. He had an initialled blanket – HJP and a letter for company.
Harry's blanket had long since been removed into his Aunt and Uncle's bedroom. Harry slept in the cupboard under the stairs. He hardly got enough food. From the age of 4, his cousin Dudley had got most of his food. Harry was addressed as 'Boy' or Freak'. Harry was frequently hit with a studded belt. His back was marked with a criss-cross of scars.
Harry did all the cooking, washing, drying, ironing, gardening and shopping. The only places he did not go were the attic and main bedroom. His Aunt hit him with a frying pan or burnt his fingers on the grill, if he was too slow or got things wrong.
Harry learnt that his parents were no-good, lazy drunks who died in a car crash. His relatives claimed they received no money for him and that they were normal. Harry thought neither was normal. He knew better than to say it.
Vernon had a sister called Marge who had a dog named Ripper. It took a chunk out of Harry's right leg. Harry had climbed a tree and stared down at the dog. The dog eventually whined and slunked off. Harry was sent to his cupboard without food for his freakishness. That was the stand response to anything that was not 'normal'. The wound healed overnight.
When he started school, aged 5, he was no taller than he had been at 4. Dudley looked two years older. Dudley had 4 equally large friends in his gang. They beat up anybody they wanted. Harry used an exercise book to record everything they did and the nothing that the school did to stop them. They had 'Harry Hunting' sessions for Harry. If they caught him, they beat him up. Those wounds healed quickly. Harry did not understand why the belt left marks on his skin that did not heal.
Harry was desperately unhappy and lonely. Anyone he tried to make friends with, Dudley and his gang stopped. Harry ran away half a dozen times only to have no recollection how he was returned to 4 Privet Drive. Harry complained to the police, twice and the local child services, twice. When he went back each time to ask how the investigation was proceeding, they had said they did not know him. After receiving a beating for getting a better report card than Dudley after their first year at school, Harry went to the local surgery to get patched up. When he went back, once again they said they did not know him. They did not seem to notice the scars on Harry's back.
Harry's second year at school had some odd incidents. A teacher's hair turned blue. He ended up on the school kitchen roof, whilst still being chased and his hair grew back overnight, when Petunia cut it. Harry had a mop of unruly raven hair and brilliant emerald eyes. Whilst they had been on an excursion over Easter, a man who called himself Daedalus Diggle had approached Harry and shaken his hand. He'd done it so violently that Harry feared his arm would be pulled out of his socket. Harry had then met a woman, Emmeline Vance, who had shaken his hand properly and thanked Harry over and over again. Harry had no idea why she was doing this. Vernon had cut the holiday short and taken them back to 4 Privet Drive. Harry spent most of the rest of the holiday locked in his cupboard without food or water. His freakishness being the reason.
At the end of the year, he handed over his report card to Vernon. Vernon used his belt and punched and kicked him. Eventually, Harry no longer moved. Vernon panicked. He called all his family to pack suitcases and within ten minutes they had left. Vernon left a £20 note on the kitchen table. He had no thought to call an ambulance for Harry. Harry had internal injuries that were fatal. He clung on to consciousness for as long as he could. He called for help, he projected himself anywhere he could, at least he thought he was. He was looking straight up as he broadcast his last appeal for help. Then he passed out.
Harry awoke. His surroundings were black. He thought he'd been buried and was in a coffin. Death would have been a welcome relief from the things Harry had endured. Lights came on. Harry was not dead. There was movement and Harry could get out of wherever it was that he was. Harry saw a mirror in the corner of the room. It was 8' by 6'. That was twice the space Harry had ever known before. He couldn't swear to that, since he did not remember his life with his parents.
Harry looked at himself in the mirror. First thing he noticed was that he was naked. The second was that he was now as tall he should have been for his age and had muscles, not fully developed, of course, but they were there, none the less. He did not need glasses anymore.
Harry went through a door that opened for him. It looked like a cockpit of an airplane. There were dials and knobs all over the dashboard. There were two fairly comfy looking seats.
"Any clothes that will fit me?" Harry enquired. No-one answered.
There were letters all around this cockpit. Harry recognised them as Egyptian Hieroglyphs. He knew this because he had found a symbol on a stick in the garden and had researched it. He'd gone through most of the school library – that was an exaggeration. He'd looked at 40 books in total out of the 4310 that the library possessed. Harry had spent a lot of time in the library and the school kitchens, helping out. He had been hunted, just enough to keep his cousin happy.
The symbol had been norse, the rune Gebu, meaning gift. Harry doubted that it was gifting him anything. More likely he was giving it something. Again, Harry did not know what. Still, Egyptian was not what he had spent time learning. He had a new project for next year. Assuming that Harry was going back. This craft offered possibilities. Harry looked out of the window and saw … the Earth. Well that was unexpected. Getting back down to Earth might be a little tricky. This ship was divided into three. There was the cockpit, the cargo space and the bedroom made for two with an en suite and WC.e looked out of the window and saw … Has
Harry saw a spot where there was an indentation in the shape of a circle. Harry stood in it and wished himself back to 4 Privet Drive. His clothes, bloodstained, were on the ground. There was a lot of blood. He willed the clothes on the ground cleaned of blood and sized to fit him. It was 10pm on Friday 24th July 1987. There was no-one in the Office of Improper Magic Use to see magic used flare over a sign that read 4 Privet Drive.
Hary decided to move himself to the second bedroom that Dudley used for his broken toys. It did not take him long to move his stuff up there. He had his exercise books full of his school work and a couple of biros, a pencil, eraser, set square and ruler. He remembered to wear his glasses. It was not like they actually worked or anything like that. A couple of miniature figurines that Harry had found at school completed the bundle that were his possessions.
Harry slept well. The bed was hard, so he was a bit stiff in the morning. Honestly, the bed on the ship looked more comfortable and he had no idea how old it was. He got up, did his ablutions and had breakfast. He used up the last eggs, bacon, sausages and tomatoes. There was not a great deal in the fridge. £20 would not stretch to cover a month.
Harry thought about his predicament as he did the chores, including all the washing and ironing. The lounge where the circle of something had deposited him, now had an indentation. Harry was sure he could hide it, before the Dursleys returned.
The ship's computer, which had brought Harry to the on-board sarcophagus was in a quandary. It was well over 5000 Earth years old. The ship was the personal craft for the Go'aulds Isis and Osiris. Harry was not a host. It did have a voice component and could use English to speak with the boy. Last the computer knew of Isis and Osiris was that Setesh had taken them prisoner. It occurred to the computer that the boy could be used to find them. If he found a girl, she could be taken as a host, too. It was perfect logic.
Harry knew nothing of the computer's plans for him and a friend, should he ever make one. He was outside, doing the gardening. He spoke aloud.
"This maybe where I live, but it is not my home."
Harry went back inside and stood in the middle of the circle in the lounge. He saw rings come down and surround him. Moments later, he was back on the ship.
"Hello," Harry said, uncertainly.
"Hello," the computer replied. "I am the ship's computer. I detect you are speaking English. I can switch into any language used on Earth, if you would prefer, I can converse with you in another language."
"English is fine. Since I did not request assistance, I assume you have a reason for bringing me back up. Too much use of those rings will make it too difficult for me to hide it from my relatives. They may be my relatives, but they are not my family. How long have you been in orbit?"
"I have been in orbit for over three thousand of your years. My master and mistress were taken prisoner by Setesh. I am over 5000 years old. My Master and Mistress stayed behind with Setesh after the Supreme System Lord Ra was chased off this planet."
"What do you want with me?"
"I want you to find my Master and Mistress and become my Master's new host."
"What are your Master and Mistress?"
"They are Go'auld." The computer showed Harry a picture of a Go'auld. To Harry, it looked like a snake, a foot in length.
"What's in it for me?"
"You'll become a host and live forever," the computer intoned.
"I'd lose my own identity. That does not sound like a good idea for me. I am a child. Somehow, I do not think I'd be followed by anybody."
The computer considered. "You make a valid argument. A child would not be followed by anyone."
"I don't mind helping you find them, but you'd need a way to keep them alive. "Can you detect Go'auld on Earth?"
"My sensors are not currently set for that."
"That would seem to be necessary, would you not agree?"
"I shall do that. Scans indicate that there is another person in your house. I shall wait for them to leave, before returning you."
"Yes, thank you. That would be acceptable. Do you have anything to eat?"
"There is a food storage unit on board. All the food in it is no longer edible."
Harry took off his sweater and made an improvised carrier out of it. "I'll empty it and take all the food to dispose of."
The person in 4 Privet Drive was none other than Albus Dumbledore. He had noticed all his gizmos were no longer working. He apparated to 4 Privet Drive to look for Harry. Harry was not in the property. He apparated to Mrs Figg's.
"Arabella, have you seen Harry Potter?"
"Give a woman some warning before you just apparate into her house, would you? I walked past the house, last night. There was no light on. The car's gone. Nothing to worry about."
"No, Arabella. Harry Potter is not with his family. The gadgets I had monitoring him have all turned off." Albus did not tell Arabella that those gadgets had all self-destructed. "I cannot detect Harry Potter."
"Good. That means I can sell up and leave this dreary good for nothing town."
"Of course not. I shall retrieve the brat."
"You cannot detect him, which means someone has him who does not want you to find him. I am off, Albus."
"You're right, of course. He's gone for now, but his Hogwarts letter will find him and then I shall have him, again." Albus apparated away. Mrs Figg was on the phone to the estate agent to list her property. She could be away by the end of the month. She hoped Harry Potter stayed out of Albus' clutches.
Albus Dumbledore had been keeping tabs on Harry, preventing him from running away or having his complaints investigated. He knew how the Dursleys treated Harry. He was a Victorian and believed in the adage 'spare the rod, spoil the child'. There was no reason for his pig raised to slaughter should learn anything anyway. It was all for the Greater Good, after all. Harry had to die, so that Tom could die. Albus was willing to make an exception to his 'no deaths' policy. He'd been making exceptions to that policy. Those within the Order of the Phoenix who opposed his leadership had been betrayed by Snape, his spy, to the Death Eaters. He'd ensured Harry Potter had no-one other than the magic hating relatives who would take him in. Snape had killed Bagnold, 4 Potters, 2 Evans and would have to kill the Blacks, if they did not stop trying to get Sirius Black released.
Albus used his position as Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards (ICW) to prevent any help from being sent to magical Britain. He used his position as Chief Warlock to ensure Fudge stayed in office as Minister and that the Blacks' failed to have their concerns about Sirius Black from being aired. He controlled the Agenda of the Wizengamot meetings. As Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus influenced the minds of young wizards. He'd held three positions of power within the Wizarding World since 1946.
Gellert Grindelwald, Albus' one time lover, had spent 19 years trying to force the agenda of The Greater Good on the World. As the defeater of Grindelwald, Albus had risen to take the positions of power. Of course, he had not fought Gellert all day. He was only a school teacher after all. He'd surprised Charlus Potter and Gellert, stunning them both. He'd stolen Charlus' time-turner. It was not one of the Ministry ones that could only be used once for a maximum 5 hour trip back in time. It had served him well, being able to change outcomes that he did not like or want. He'd stolen the Elder Wand off Gellert. The Death stick as it was known was one of the three Deathly Hallows. He had the Invisibility Cloak, too. He'd taken if off the Potters. He could not have them surviving Tom's attack, now could he? It had been an easy thing to trick the Potters and set them up for death. How did they never realise that Peter Pettigrew was the Death Eater agent inside the Order? No-one was as intelligent as he. Sending Peter to live, as the rat, to the Weasleys, his biggest supporters, had been a stroke of brilliance. Framing Sirius had been one of his better ideas, too.
None of this mattered, since he had lost control of Harry. Yes, he'd get him back when the Hogwarts letter was sent out, but for four years, somebody else would mould him. This was unacceptable. He'd pull everyone off Harry Watch and hope whoever had Harry grew careless.
Had Albus Dumbledore known that his opponent, for now, was a 5000-year-old computer that had not undergone maintenance in 3000 years he'd have been less sanguine about his chances of reclaiming Harry James Potter.
Harry was sent back to 5 Privet Drive, blissfully unaware of the interest in his person. He finished doing the chores. Normally, the attic and main bedroom were locked against his attempts to enter and clean, but not that day.
Harry searched that room. He found bank accounts that did not have any money for him in them. Harry felt surprise that the Dursleys were telling the truth about that. Then he found the Harry Potter file. There were a score of rent demands from a solicitor in Godric's Hollow, showing the Potter crest, 'acting for the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter'. Harry realised that the Potters owned this house and that meant that he did. The Dursleys owed rent money. They had never paid rent. He put the file back in its place. He did take down the details of the solicitors, first, though. He would need to find out where Godric's Hollow was. He cleaned the room. Now for the attic.
Harry picked up one of the many torches that Dudley had. The steps had been left out, so he could get into the attic. He shone the torch into the attic. There were a couple of trunks in there. Harry walked along one of the beams. The names on the trunk were Lilly Evans Potter and James Potter. Harry's parents. At the end of each was a cauldron. Harry pondered how he was to get them downstairs, so the ship could ring them up to itself. He thought about how he'd got up on top of the kitchen roof at school. Could he do that with the trunks and get them down into the lounge?
After a couple of hours, the trunks stubbornly refused to move. Harry connected with his inner Yoda, 'there is no try, only do'. He turned the torch off and put it in his pocket. He cleared his mind, yes he did feel fairly stupid following a made up movie, but it was the best he had. It worked. One moment he was in the attic with a hand on each of the trunks and the next he and they were in the lounge. Harry fell over and sprawled on the carpet. Success! Harry used the communication device that fitted in his ear that the computer had directed towards. Both trunks were ringed up to the ship. Harry went to put the attic shut up again. He decided to keep the torch.
Soon, Harry was back on board the ship and going through each trunk. He carefully unpacked each. Each had a stick that was quite ornate. Harry realised these must be wands. There were piles of textbooks. Most were 7 books high, except for three that were 5 books high and one that had three books, the History of magic 14th, 15th and 16th Editions. Both had the History of Hogwarts book. There were 7 stacks of three books each for the time they spent training to be Aurors. Each had a telescope. There were lots of essays and report cards. Lily had 7 Journals in her trunk. She'd made notes in her textbooks. James had 3 Journals. He also had Potters through the Ages and 3 weighty tomes – Acts of the Magical Council, Acts of the Wizengamot, Acts of the Wizengamot since the Act of Secrecy. Lily had jars of potions ingredients. James included 6 sticks of 11 sickles for the Knight Bus and 4 envelopes each containing £50. Each had left a letter addressed to him. Each had a telescope. Hidden away in the corner at the bottom of his father's trunk were 10 knuts wrapped in a note that said 'Pay over 2 of these for a 10 minute session with your account manager'.
James had a pockmarked Hogwarts Charter and Lily had the Muggleborn Pack consisting of the Hogwarts Charter (the rule book) a Muggleborn's Guide to magical Britain and a Who's Who in Magical Britain. The three were still in the plastic bag they had been issued in.
The computer booked Harry a meeting at 11 am on his birthday with Ben Cartwright in Godric's Hollow. He was the solicitor named on the rent demands; Harry remembered. He'd said something to that effect to the computer earlier.
Harry started with the two letters. He read the one from his mother first. He was warned not to trust Dumbledore. He was also warned not to let Sirius spoil him or learn too many pranks. Lily was sorry she would not be there for him. She told Harry that he could not wait for him to meet her parents. She even gave them an address and names, Hubert and Edna. She told him that Petunia was adopted. Harry was gratified. He knew an Evans could never treat him so badly. He sort of assumed his mother's family was sweet.
His father did not think he was the Lord, yet. He talked about the Lord, Great Uncle Charlus to Harry and his Great Aunt and grandparents. James said the Sirius was not the Secret Keeper and that Dumbledore had cast the Fidelius. That seemed to be important news. Had to be. His father had specifically identified it.
Back on Earth, Harry went to check on Mrs Figg. The house had already got a SOLD board up. Good riddance, Harry thought. All those cats and the strange looking ones, too, would go. They caused him to shudder and he did not know why. Had she been there to check up on him? Harry did not know. He was, however, relieved that she was leaving.
Harry knew that the rings emitted a pulse of energy. As far as he knew, no-one could detect such things. Harry had read of the US Governments Project Bluebook into UFOs. One thing Vernon had said that Harry agreed with was 'Everybody lies'. Harry did and would to protect his secrets. Harry doubted a government would be any different. Harry had learnt that there were governments for magicals. Did the two sets of government know about the other? Either way, the US government would probably want to be able to detect energy pulse that would indicate the presence of alien craft. That it was so desirous of convincing the public did not exist. Since Harry had an alien ship that he wanted to keep secret, knowing what the Earth governments could detect was kind of a priority. The next time Harry was with the computer, he asked about being detected. The computer said that was something being looked for.
Harry blocked mornings and afternoon in to 4 zones. He'd try to do 25 jobs for people and charge them a fiver each. He'd blocked out a cleaning session, a shopping session and a washing session. Evenings were reserved for learning the 4 spells his mother had left instructions for.
The following week, Harry managed to get all he wanted done. At 11, he entered the solicitors and asked for Ben Cartwright. Harry wore a hat to cover his scar or where his scar had been. He was shown into a very plush office.
Mr Cartwright looked at Harry Potter.
"Where did you live in Godric's Hollow?"
"Until Halloween 1981, I lived at The Cottage, Godric's Street, Godric's Hollow. I was removed illegally. I had blood taken from me. My name is Harry James Potter."
"Thank you, young Master Harry James Potter. We have to deal with imposters on a frequent basis. You, however, are the authentic article."
"Today is my 7th birthday. I hope you'll have some good presents for me," Harry joked.
The receptionist came in and served tea. She looked at Harry for too long. Once she had left, Harry said, "Your receptionist knows who I am."
"Claire, please come in, again." Mr Cartwright used the intercom. Claire came back in.
"You recognized me." Harry stated this. "Who do you answer to?"
"You're the Boy-Who-Lived. I don't answer to anybody," Claire said. Mr Cartwright shooed her out.
"You're observant. First the bad news. Your parents' Wills were sealed. Your Potter paternal and maternal grandparents died. I do not have their Wills. Your mother set up some accounts for you and a portfolio of shares. You own three properties, two of which have never paid rent. My son manages the share portfolio and is manager of your bank accounts held under the name Harry Evans. I do have your birth certificate. Your parents set up a fund to pay me for work undertaken on your behalf. I'll let you have a copy of the amount and my charges."
"I detect a certain amount of animosity, Mr Cartwright. I'm guessing that you're a Potter squib. Until Lord Charlus died, you were receiving an annual stipend. My guess is that Lord Charlus and Fleamont shut their accounts down until an heir should reach a certain age to stop a certain whiskered wanker from pillaging the accounts. I do not believe my father ever knew that he was the Lord or that he needed to keep payments going to you and your family."
"I think Claire will be useful. I do not know where my house here is. She could show me. Let's get the Wills we can get access to. I need to visit Gringotts today. You act for the Potter estate. I'd say getting the back rent paid is a priority. Threaten the two with eviction, if they do not repay the rent and they will pay it, even if they are evicted. I'll feedback on the state of the cottage. I think I will need the bank account details and the relevant items so I can access at least one of them."
"I can get my son to send over a cheque book and cheque card for your general account."
"Thank you. I'm sure before our dealings are complete today, you'll have the bill prepared showing how much I've spent out of the account you mentioned."
Ben Cartwright chuckled. This 7-year-old had a better grasp of matters than many an adult he saw. Ben directed Claire to show Harry his home. After a ten-minute walk they approached Godric's Street. Both were disconcerted to see a line of people in strange clothes approaching a plinth and a couple of people selling tickets to view it. Harry could see the Cottage. Claire could not.
"I was not expecting this. Stay in the queue to find out what is going on. I'm going inside, to see what I can see."
"I'll say that I did not bring any money, when I get to the kiosk."
"I'll sneak in," Harry said. Harry did indeed sneak in. He noticed a third of the property was missing. His parents would be buried. He did not know where, but thought Claire might know. Harry extracted his mother's wand. He cast the 4 spells. Harry felt very tired.
Claire got to the front of the queue and explained she had no money. She was told that the Potters would have wanted the nation to have their house as a national monument and for the Ministry to use it as a source of revenue. Then the property vanished. The people and the kiosk then left. There was nothing to see. Claire wondered what she was doing in the middle of the street. Then she saw Harry. Harry touched her and she could see the house. She gasped. Harry smiled. Claire did know where his parents were buried. She gave Harry directions. They made their way back to the office.
Harry explained that the property needed repairs. A third of it was missing. Ben said he'd get repairs started on the morrow. Harry also explained that the Dursleys at 4 Privet Drive would not be back until the end of August. Harry picked up the bill and cheque card and cheque book. He then left for a visit to the graves. He found them. The local parish church held them, Harry spoke to the priest there. He'd helped bury them, that night. There was a man with a long white beard and elaborate robe and a greasy haired sallow faced man dressed in black. He'd done an impromptu service. It would have been about 11 at night Halloween 1981. Harry thanked him for the information.
Harry sat in the park, nearby, choking back tears. A lady came and gave him a bag holding the 13th Edition of a book. The last before it was published and available to the public. Harry had thanked her. He'd gotten a gift on his birthday, after all.
Harry made his way to a location that was unobserved and the computer took him back to the ship. He'd need a folder to hold his legal dealings. He'd get one on his next shopping expedition.
Then it was back to the Dursley house and lunch. After lunch, it was back to the ship and then put down near Gringotts. Harry had his 2 knuts in his pockets. He reached the front of the queue and told the teller that he wished to see Account Manager Groblack. He was directed to an office. Harry entered, handed over the 2 knits and sat down.
"Aside from my Vault Key, tell me what else I am missing as the Potter Lord."
"Heir Potter," Groblack began.
"I am the Lord. I've no Regent, have I?"
"No, you have no Regent. You have claimed Lordship. Very well. You will have to claim your Lord ring. Your magical guardian is still registered as Sirius Orion Black. The bank does not recognize the Wizengamot's appointment of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Sirius Orion Black did not receive a trial. No money has been drawn from any Potter account since the murder of Lord Charlus Potter. Your trust Vault has 50000 galleons in it. It does not refill. You may not access Fleamont Potter's Vault until you turn 18. Lord Charlus Vault is similarly closed to you until you reach 21. Your name is the last on the file. Try not to die, Lord Potter."
"Missing items?"
"Your Vault Key. You'll receive a new one today. That will cost your Vault 30 galleons. Don't let anyone else hold your Key. The Potter Family Grimoire, Invisibility Cloak, Throne Chair, 9 vials of your blood. Somehow, I do not believe you could authorise their use. There is a time-turner belonging to Lord Charlus missing."
"Is there anything you'd recommend. What contract did my parents sign with you regarding your treatment of me?"
Groblack looked contrite. "We are in violation of that contract." Harry would need to find out what it said. It would in amongst his parents' other papers.
"I would recommend sending Dumbledore a demand for the return of all the missing items and threaten him with a Line Theft charge. If he does not comply."
"He had me removed without permission. Cite him with Line Theft that will only be lifted on his return of all missing items."
"Very well, Lord Potter. Here is your new Vault Key. Do keep it on you."
Harry left. Harry was completely unaware of just what he was doing with his Line Theft Charge against Dumbledore. Dumbledore thought it a masterstroke by whoever had Harry Potter. His carefully constructed persona wilted under the attack. He fought back by pointing out that Harry Potter needed somewhere safe to grow up. There was no one else to consult. That stopped the haemorrhaging of Dumbledore's support. Ben Cartwright laughed at Dumbledore's misfortune. He was no longer the second coming of Merlin in popular opinion. He'd worn ordinary clothes until getting all those jobs had created that image amongst people. Then the outlandish robes had begun.
Claire had brought back 6 Wills. James and Lily Potters' Wills were blocked. Fortunately, Ben Cartwright had the originals. Nobody knew this. The Evans' had been squibs. No-one knew this, either. Harry had remembered to leave the keys. The repair crew were at work, fixing his house. The Evans had left Harry something. A £60000 trust fund. A phone call later and that money was on its way to Harry's general account. A fax brought over the article about their death. It would be something for Harry. Harry's suspicion that James had never known he was Lord appeared to be borne out by the dates of death.
Harry spent the following week doing another 25 jobs. These 50 people were pretty much everyone who was not friends with the families of Dudley and his gang. He got money for foster care and child support paid into his account. He went to Guildford to get that. The social worker who visited him, after he had done the shopping, had not been keen about him being left alone. Harry explained that he did everything himself, anyway. It was no big deal. Harry had complained 5 times to county authorities only for the people to never remember him. It was not worth her job, taking this further. She gave Harry her card, for emergencies.
Harry was reading the 13th Edition of A History of Magic, when he came across a bookmark wrapped in parchment. There was one word on it, Nurmengard. Moments later harry was holding the bookmark in a Hall of some kind. A man came into view.
"So, Albus has sent a child to kill me," Gellert Grindelwald said.
"A woman gave me a book with this bookmark in it and a word. Here I am. I'm Harry Potter, by the way."
"The child Albus is convinced is the one the Prophecy spoke of and the Boy-He-Lost." Gellert giggled as he said that.
"Keep that to yourself. I do not want him to find me. How do I find this Prophecy?"
"Just go to the Ministry and the Department of Mysteries and do Point-me Prophecies."
"Would you teach me magic?" Harry asked.
"I did wipe out your family in the US which threw the company, Potter Inc., you have over there into confusion."
"So you kind of owe me and it would be to Albus' detriment."
"Detriment. Mmm. There's a big word from one so young. Albus spends late July to the middle of August with me. He's late. Must be looking for you. Come visit me September evenings and I'll see what I can remember."
"Thanks, Mr Grindelwald."
The computer sent rings to retrieve Harry. Harry quickly set the computer at ease. He'd have to kill the man, at some point. That's why he'd been given the book, Harry assumed. He put the History book aside and read the last of his father's journals. It was about their training as Aurors. James said Lily was suffering some personal problems, but completed the training. She'd then disappeared for a week at the end of June. Harry had the strangest thought. Had his mother been pregnant? Surely, someone would have said. His father would have noticed?
Harry had quite a 'To Do' list written down. Harry still needed to know which companies his mother had put money into. Harry knew that his House was a Noble and Most Ancient one. The first family to be made such by Edward III. Linfred the Potterer had cured the King and been rewarded. That was as much as Harry knew. He would put a list of things he needed answering by Mr Cartwright.