HARRY POTTER GOES ON CRUSADE
This is a crossover of Harry Potter, all rights to JK Rowling and Warner Bros and Babylon 5: Crusade -all rights to TNT; Babylon 5 rights split between Warner Bros and JMS.
When Harry grabs the Goblet of Fire after the Third task in the TriWizard Tournament he is sent to the Excalibur where he appears curled up in a ball, stark naked, holding his wand. This takes place during Each Night I Dream of Home. The unfilmed scripts for Season 1 of Crusade that I have seen reference to are used to provide plot.
This is a story that I thought I had published a couple more chapters to and then called it complete. Since it did not happen, I'll have to write some more story.
Hermione Granger repeated herself. "Where are we going, Harry?
Harry was determining that this was the right briar patch. It was. He did not, however, answer Hermione.
"Harry James Potter, if you think I am going to camp out in a briar patch, you've another thing coming."
"Sorry, Hermione, I thought you were talking about your assignments, again. Actually, I have, though not to the same level of detail (or umpteen pages over ask) as you."
"I'd like to know where we're going. If that is not too much to ask?" Hermione asked sweetly.
Harry made a pathway for Hermione to take herself and her bags. Bags. Harry noted. Plural. He hoped he'd have room in the boot. Harry opened the boot.
"Put your bags in the boot and get in the front with me," Harry ordered Hermione. Hermione put her bags in the boot and then got in the front.
"Harry, this looks like the time machine from the book of the same name by HG Wells. Great mock up."
Harry put it into 'first'. The craft started travelling forward in time. He entered the coordinates – The Great Machine, Epsilon 3, 27 December 2266.
Harry wanted to see if Draal had heard about the letter. Hermione shrieked.
"Harry, this is a time machine!"
"Yes, it is," Harry said. He was expecting Hermione to rattle off questions the way she always did.
"Where did you get it? How do you know how to use it? Are you a Timelord like Doctor Who?"
"I borrowed it off a relative of mine." That was not exactly true, since he'd got it out of the Potter main vault. It was the one his relative had in his Manor and had trained him on. "My relative trained me."
"Relative?"
"Descendant, really. I don't know what Doctor Who is."
"Doctor Who was a TV show about a Timelord from Gallifrey who got trapped on Earth and helped stop Time being altered."
"Never watched it," Harry said evenly. "Sounds like he had a 'saving people thing', too."
"If your family could do this, why let yourselves get nearly wiped out?" Hermione asked.
"That is a very good question, Hermione and one I intend to ask." Harry had Draal lined up for that one.
Hermione decided to keep her questions for whoever harry intended to ask. She rested her shoulder against Harry's and they slept en route to Draal.
They arrived. No flashing lights, no sound at all. One moment the spot was empty. The next they were there. Harry opened Hermione's door. She got out. She was surprised to meet three Zathras', all of whom looked the same and moaned. She took a moment as a man with a bone crest came into view.
"That letter of yours really stirred things up."
"I didn't break the rules did I, Draal?"
"No, Harry. You gave enough warning. Enough to give time for Earth to assemble the fleet it needs to. Not too much to change things. I see you brought company. Galen will not be happy."
"Galen is never happy."
"Who is Galen, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Draal, meet Hermione Granger. Hermione Granger meet Draal. He's a Minbari, if you're wondering. By coming back to the future, I may have changed things like who my descendant is or will be, but Earth is in need of saving. The Great Machine, of which Draal is the caretaker, may know where the cure is."
"Harry, you know I cannot help you in this matter."
"You know the race that is doing the attack," Harry stated.
"Yes, I know. It will not succeed, ultimately."
"Yes, I know, you are watching the expansion of the Centauri Republic. They used to rule most of the area of the non-aligned systems."
"Harry, you dragged me away from the beach for what? An interstellar war?"
"Several interstellar wars. Your ability to see the essence of a situation is why I brought you. There will be beaches, I promise you."
"This is not the romantic getaway I hoped for. Harry, I am a 15-year-old girl. Unlike you, I do not go looking for trouble. I've given up spending time with my parents for you. Why can't the you of this time deal with it."
"I died 7 years ago. Born 1980 and died in 2260. That's my life."
"You lived 280 years?"
"Apparently. It's a long time, even for a wizard. I have the ability to travel through time. I can go back and save my parents. That will have the effect of changing a lot you see around you, Hermione. Some things, I cannot do. I'm 14, Hermione. I've just survived a face-to-face meeting with a resurrected Tom Riddle. I came here, before I did that. Touching the Goblet brought me here. Well, a year hence. I was hoping Draal would be more forthcoming. That's just it, Hermione. I know Draal is here. I know the Great Machine is here. Now, you do, too."
Draal became agitated. He was expecting company, just not the company he now had. Captain Elizabeth Lochley had taken to visiting, once a month and now was when she was due, this month. Sure enough, as if on cue, Captain Elizabeth Lochley sauntered into view.
"Draal, I did not know you were entertaining children." Then Lochley's training kicked in. A PPG appeared in her hand. "Who are you kids and how did you get here?"
"Captain Lochley, I am Harry Potter and this is Hermione Granger. I'm a colleague of Galen's. I'm here to pry some knowledge out of Draal."
"I've met Galen. Are you a techno-mage like Galen? Where's your staff?"
"My staff is in the boot of my time machine."
"Wait, you've not heard of Harry Potter?" Hermione inquired.
"Oh, I've heard of the Harry Potter. No offence, young man, but you don't look 280 and you are not dead."
Draal invited his guests to a room that had a table and some chairs. They sat down. Zathras served a meal that Zathras had cooked. Flaan. Draal knew humans could eat Flaan without throwing up afterwords. Some other Minbari dishes had odd effects on human physiology.
"I've noticed I am not dead," Harry said, resuming the conversation. "I'm my 14-year-old self."
"You have no knowledge of all that you did?" Lochley asked, holstering her PPG.
"I know, in the concurrent timeline that I am dead, were my security clearances ever revoked?"
Lochley had Babylon 5 check on the security clearance for Harrison James Potter.
"They're still valid. Hermione Granger is not."
"Harrison?" Hermione giggled.
"It's not a Potter name or I'd be Henry. Look on the bright side, at least I'm not named Fleamont like my grandfather. He went by Monty, most of his life. I'm planning on going by Harry. Hermione should be down as my advisor, so she is covered." Harry was making this up. It was something he planned on doing, so technically it was not a lie.
Lochley checked with Babylon V command again.
"She is." This was concerning. Why her, she asked herself.
"You've recently had some interesting happenings on Babylon 5. Care to elaborate."
A visit by the President of the Interstellar Alliance. 2 crews of ships going on board two new ships of the Excalibur class. Warnings of attacks on Earth. The presence of a thief whom security could not contain. Your friend Galen, being mysterious, as all technomages are, reputedly."
"Who were the Captains?"
"Captain Anderson, who took one ship, Victory, and Captain Gideon took the other, Excalibur. His Explorer class ship had been on a 5-year mission to the Outer Rim. His First Officer is John Matheson a P-6, who is the first former Psi Corps to be assigned to an Earthforce ship since the end of the Telepath War resulted in the dissolution of the Corps."
"If the ship did not visit Earth Space in 5 years, how did Matheson get on board?" Hermione asked.
Lochley shuffled, uneasily.
"Earthforce regs called for a P-10 to be assigned. Since they left in 2261 and Clark's advisors knew about the Shadows, it might have been a P-12, one of Bester's."
"Better check with your command centre again. If he's there from the start, you'll know the Corps is not quite as dissolved as you think," Harry said helpfully. Lochley did not like the fact that he was listed as original crew.
"But Bester is dead, so is Lyta Alexandra," Lochley's voice quivered.
"I've experience of people who are supposed to be dead," Harry said, matter of factly.
"Telepaths can alter memories, can they?" Hermione asked.
Lochley brought up her command files.
"Talia Winters, aka control, P-5, boosted by Jason Ironheart to have telekinesis as well. Rogue Telepath claimed she was a P-13. Sinclair left that specifically for me. How'd he know, I'd be in charge?"
Hermione and Harry exchanged a glance.
"Sheridan, my ex-husband, said that each side for the Vorlons and Shadows had two major weapons. For the Vorlons he said him and Alexander – they turned her into a P-12 - were the two. The Shadows had Winters and maybe Bester, the head Psi Cop. I am thinking that John was not one. He had the powers because of the modifications Lorien made to him at Z'ha'dum. He's got 20 years -ish."
"So, this Lorien is turning John Sheridan into whatever he is," Hermione suggested.
"Lorien and the rest of the First Ones have all gone to the Rim. No-one really knows what Lorien is."
"This Jason Ironheart."
"Harry, Psi Corps experimented on him. Gave him new powers. He went to the Rim, as well."
"Life's never dull out here, is it?" Harry asked. "We have three dead people, who may not be. All the First Ones gone, except perhaps those who had severed connections with the Others. Perhaps the second Vorlon weapon, still at large."
"The second Vorlon weapon may have been Valen. He was Jeffrey Sinclair who became Valen and went back in time to help the Minbari win the Shadow War, about 1000 years ago. He was their great lawmaker."
"Let me guess, Captain Lochley, he is supposed to be dead as well. What happened to B4?" Harry chuckled at his own joke.
"Got it in one."
"Captain, the Drahk attack Earth tomorrow. The Victory will be lost, with all hands. The Death Cloud will be destroyed, thanks to your thief and Gideon. The enemy will release a nanoplague that will destroy all humans on earth in 5 years, unless a cure is found. It'll kill all life on the planet. I'd suggest you go back to your station and lock it down against attack. We'll join you in your quarters and access your records. I can see Hermione is desperate to hit the Library."
"Yes. That's a good idea. I'll go back and prepare my quarters for you to access data and prepare for an attack on the Station." Lochley left.
"Harry, you should not have used magic on her," Hermione nagged Harry.
"I did not. For all that she supported that toad Clark, she's a good officer. She is currently processing. She'll have other questions for us, when we're on her turf."
Draal cleared his throat. "Harry, I should like to speak with you in private." Hermione looked hurt, but went back to the time-machine.
There was nothing comedian-like in Draal when he turned to Harry and asked, " At the battle of the line, would you truly have destroyed every single Minbari, if we had not surrendered?"
"You are lucky you surrendered," Harry said. Draal looked at Harry. "I'll make sure you have access to Minbari records." "Thank you," was Harry's simple response, as he walked away. The Great Machine had shown Draal many things about Harry Potter. Draal had never really feared either the Vorlons or the Shadows, but Potter scared him shitless, as the humans put it. Knowing he was also a technomage scared him even more. No wonder the Vorlons and Shadows had left Earth alone. The Guardian of Time. That was who Harry Potter was. The only reason this Harry Potter was operating after his death was that the other side had cheated; well, someone had. He would not want to be in their boots.
Harry took Hermione to the quarters of Captain Lochley. Hermione rushed to the computer. He quickly mastered the data processing side of things. Harry went back to the time machine. He had kept the Life and Times of Harry Potter, the thin volume he'd taken from Potter Manor. He suspected that it was a primer. He read it, whilst Hermione manipulated the computer system.
Hermione returned to their vessel. She got in. Harry could tell she'd been crying. Harry comforted her. Sometime later, Lochley knocked. She had arranged for adjoining quarters. Hermione would have the codes. The time-machine would remain in her quarters. Harry made it invisible, before they left. Hermione frowned. They took their bags with clothes in them.
Hermione noted a few things down. In the War about 1000 years ago, 1000 races were destroyed. From the races in the war 10000 years ago, only the Minbari remained. The Minbari were the only Younger Race that the Vorlons interacted with. As the Shadows had asked in the confrontation at Coriana, what were the Minbari without the Vorlons?
Four races left the Shadow Homeworld before it was destroyed: The Zener, Wurt, Shroggen and Drahk. The Streib served the Shadows in transforming their operatives. This was not usually done on the planet. They were the maintenance and service personnel who controlled lesser servants.
From what Hermione could tell the Eye and she immediately thought of Sauron, controlled the Warships, now All dead. Yeah? The Soldiers of Darkness, who were also all dead. Another Yeah? All the controlled younger races servants would be making the attack on Babylon 5. The branch of their evil Empire that truly troubled Hermione was their spy network. Hermione wondered, if the Vorlons and Shadows had left some of their beings behind to punish the Younger Races for turning on them.
Hermione had added a couple of other things before succumbing to sleep. Find and restore Babylon 4. Find all the beings of power. Find Lyta Alexander and get Vorlon history out of her.
The following morning, Hermione got dressed, opened up the partition and rushed into Harry's quarters. She gave him a hug. Harry noted the piece of paper.
"List, Hermione. Already?"
"It's what you brought me here for," Hermione responded, stiffly.
"Put it away and let's grab breakfast," Harry said. Someone had left him a note to get parents. That was good advice. He thought he knew just how.
Harry and Hermione reached one of the dining areas. Harry spotted a Mars exec and his wife. They did not look like they had children. Harry approached them.
"Hello. I'm Harry and this Hermione. We're in a bit of a pickle."
"What's the matter, dearies?" the woman asked.
"It's our parents, ma'am. They like to play dirty tricks on us. Like dock at the station and leave on the next ship out. We get a note saying 'See you in a week'. We're children. I'm 14 and Hermione's 15. We need parental supervision. We need parents. Ours will reimburse you and compensate you handsomely," Harry concluded his sales pitch.
"I have recently been promoted by Mr Garibaldi. We've never had children. We'd be delighted to have you as ours for a week. We'll put 1000 credits on a credit stick each for you."
"Thank you ever so much," Hermione said. "I will be having words with our parents about not doing this to us any more."
"I quite understand, Hermione," Mrs Proctor said. A few minutes later and Harry Proctor and Hermione Proctor held credit sticks with a 1000 credit spending limit on them. They spent the morning with them learning about life on independent Mars and the differences to before. Harry and Hermione defended the Proctors from attack, shortly before lunch. They were unaware that Number One was surveilling them.
The Proctors said them that they had protected them from death. Harry had replied that Mr Garibaldi took the safety of his people very seriously. The Proctors let them wander for the rest of the day. Security had been stationed outside the Proctor's quarters. Mr Proctor had commed Mars to thank Mr Garibaldi personally. Garibaldi had no idea who the children were. He spent the afternoon trying to find out. He had thrown the datapad down again. He picked it up and entered the command line, again. 'Since it's you, you and only you, get to see this' appeared. It was followed by the files on Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. It struck him that he had not realised how generous the Proctor's had been. Helping out two children, whom they had never met before.
Meanwhile, said children were in Fresh Air. It was the best restaurant on Bablyon 5. The most expensive, too. They were going to spend 750 credits each on their meal and drinks. Part way through their meal, Hermione asked Harry who he married.
"Ginny Weasley," Harry responded.
"What, the little cow," Hermione had retorted. Everyone in the restaurant heard. The non-humans had cow explained to them as well as the meaning of the phrase. Every glass was raised to them.
"Sorry, Harry, I blew our cover." Harry smiled. Ginny Weasley was one mistake he was not going to make.
The Proctors found their generosity earned them big hefty discounts. Their accommodation was bumped up. For a couple that had never had luxury before, it was all a bit much. The week passed in relative peace. The Centauri had been evicted. Harry knew that was not going to hold. The children had the run of the Station. They were just children having fun.
The week came to a close. The Proctors were reimbursed and paid 100000 credits for each of Harry and Hermione by Garibaldi Industries. Harry and Hermione's expenses were also paid for by Garibaldi Industries. The book had mentioned a Peverell Estate on Orion III. That was part of Earth Colony 3. Technically, separate from Orion IV independent state, also Orion VII. Theta 49 was Orion V and home to the last few remaining people of Dureena's species. Orion VIII was a gas giant with its own system of moons. The shipyards and Earthforce bases were on and around Orion VI. The system was Orion, member system of the Interstellar Alliance (ISA).
Harry took Hermione to the Peverell Estate on Orion IV. It was a nice estate on the beach. Idyllic was a great description for it. There was no-one else present. Harry arranged for a delivery of groceries and swimware for himself from the closest town, 30 miles away.
Harry had not expected the delivery to be made by Lyta Alexander.
"You're looking well for a dead person," Harry said.
"Right back at yah," Lyta said. "What do you want, Potter?" It was not hostile, just not very friendly, by way of greeting.
"I'm Hermione Granger. We're looking for First Ones. We don't think they have all gone beyond the Rim."
"Ms Granger," Lyta began.
"Miss Granger!" Hermione corrected.
"All the First Ones have gone beyond the Rim. Lorien said so."
"They also said that Bester died. That is not the case," Harry said. It was the case, but Harry felt it was not most strongly. "Matheson was introduced by someone into Gideon's ship."
"Yes, he was. That someone was me, you idiot."
"Talia Winters," Harry began.
"Was taken away and shot, by them. Bester was born to two of the most powerful rogue telepaths. The other side got him. He died in the explosion of the Psi Cops base. Look you may want dead people to be alive, but I know they're dead."
"Lyta, that means there's still the second Shadow weapon out there."
"If it shows up, I'll take care of it."
"The Drahk have just infected Earth with a nanoplague that will destroy all life on Earth in five years. The second Shadow super weapon may just want to see that attack succeed."
"As I said, Harry, if the Shadows are involved, I will intervene. You do not need to get involved nor do you need to be worried. Good bye." Lyta Alexander moved off the property.
Harry was not that pleased to have his concerns so summarily dismissed. Hermione looked displeased, too. Harry cooked their meal and Hermione's displeasure disappeared. She did not leave it there though.
"Harry, don't take this the wrong way, but she's right. This is not your problem. All this time stuff is too much for me."
"That's all right, Hermione. We're here for the next three weeks to have some fun. I really wanted a holiday, as I have never had one before and spend some time with my girlfriend, if you'd do me the great honour of becoming my girlfriend."
For a moment, Harry thought he'd made a ghastly terrible mistake. Then Hermione spoke.
"I'd almost given up hoping you'd feel that way about me. I'll do you the great honour of becoming your girlfriend." Hermione then gave Harry a quick peck on the cheek.
"Do I need to buy you a book on kissing?" Harry asked, mischievously. Hermione play punched his arm.
"Only, if you need instruction," Hermione retorted.
"Nicely done, my dear," Harry said. "We've got three weeks to practice getting it right."
"You know how I get, when I am researching." Their lips made fleeting contact.
They explored each other's bodies and the estate. Plenty of kissing. Riding, swimming, fishing. Everything Hermione had learnt on her survival trips with her father, growing up. Everything was going so well. The pair were falling more deeply in love every day. Then Hermione read the book and learnt the day she died and how she died. Hermione became distraught. Harry did his best to console her. He told her that was the top thing he wanted to change and prevent.
"That's one version of the future. We can rewrite it. It is one advantage of my family's gift."
Hermione accepted what Harry told her. She needed several Hermi-hugs to get back on an even keel. Sailing proved to be the relaxation Hermione needed.
All too soon, it was time to return to the beachfront in the South of France. Harry had a really nice birthday party and a good kiss from Hemione. Hermione's parents were delighted that she'd chosen Harry over Ron.
On the flight back to London, Hermione was already missing Harry. Hermione did not get to spend any time at home with her parents as she was whisked away to 12 Grimmauld Place 'for her safety' and made to share with Ginny Weasley. Sirius Black had let the Order of the Phoenix make his house their headquarters and for Dumbledore to cast a Fidelius Charm over it.
Harry had to return his time machine to the vault before his younger self came to take it for a spin. That meant he was at Kings Cross station for the walrus to drive him back to Durzkaban. His stuff was locked in the cupboard under the stairs. He was locked in his room.
Harry called for Dobby. Dobby appeared wanting to know what he could do for his Great Master Harry Potter.
"Dobby, I want you to give the Dursleys, all three of them, a wish to go immediately on holiday for a month. They deserve it – looking after the 'freak' the way they do. Don't use my magical signature. In fact, when you're here do not use my magical signature for any spells that you do. Make it anonymous. ONCE you've done that, I've another task for you, so come back here."
Dobby smiled, clicked his fingers and was gone. About 20 minutes later, he returned. He reported success. The next task was based on Harry's belief that his parents had sent their stuff to the last place anyone would look. Namely, Durzkaban. Sure enough their trunks, cauldrons, telescopes and weigh scales were all neatly arranged in Harry's room.
"You're the best, Dobby," Harry said. Dobby heard something else that Harry muttered under his breath, "Next time you can tell me how you tricked me into bonding with you." Yes, Dobby thought, His Master Harry Potter was the greatest wizard ever.
Harry read the four spells his mother had left open for him. The Cancel the Fidelius, Unplottable, Untraceable, Untrackable and all house-elf and phoenix proof. He slept late the following morning. His door was unlocked. He went downstairs. The door to the cupboard under the stairs was unlocked. There was a note on the kitchen table along with £20 - Gone on holiday for the month. Eat at Mrs Figg's.
Harry noticed the house was under observation. No-one stopped him going shopping. That was good. Mrs Figg was good for lunch. Harry wondered what to do about the kneazles. It was odd, they were formed up guarding him. He thanked them. It seemed to be the right thing to do.
Harry used Dobby to take him to see the solicitor named in one of the letters Harry found. The solicitor barely reacted to Harry appearing in his study with a house-elf. He did tell his receptionist to hold his clients for half an hour. Harry introduced himself.
"Hello, I am Harry Potter. I was not expecting to appear in your office. You are not freaking out, are you?"
"You and your house-elf are more than welcome. I am Ben Cartwright. Another year and I would not be here. I am, if you had not guessed, a Potter squib. I have your keys here. There's a map, too. Why don't you go visit. Go to the church It's signposted, to see your parents' graves."
"Why weren't they buried at one of the houses we own?"
"The whiskered wanker said they were destroyed. Had they been so, the wards would have fallen and they could have been buried there. Since he never had access rights, the wards still stand. Come back in about an hour and I'll have your file and my son who will be taking over after I've gone ready to go through with you."
Harry wondered, if he'd done this already. Perhaps he'd changed something. Still, he took the keys and map and went off to see his house. It was a ten-minute walk. He avoided the Ministry queue. He entered through the back door. He cast the four spells. He cast a bombarda on the plinth. He vanished the pieces. Harry went back inside. Sirius had said he'd met Hagrid coming down the stairs. The stairs weren't there anymore. Nor was a third of the house and its roof.
Whoever had been looking for something, had not found it. Harry searched for a loose floorboard. He found it. Underneath was a bag containing muggle biros and half a dozen muggle exercise books. He took them. Harry locked up again and made his way to the church.
The vicar remembered the night Harry's parents has been buried. He'd been woken up by a man with a white beard, odd robes and a greasy haired man dressed in black, whose cloak flowed. Dumbledore and Snivellus. Harry said a few words over their graves. He made his way to a park bench in a nearby park.
Not too much later, an old woman with hair messier than his, sat down next to him. She gave him a bottomless bag and the 13th Edition of A History of Magic. Harry opened the book and found a portkey. The portkey took him to Nurmengard. A reducto later and Grindelwald was dead. An evanesco and no trace of him was left around. Normally, Dumbledore was with Grindelwald. This year he was in Uganda helping to track down a Nundo. Harry would raise a glass to that Nundo.
Four spells later and Harry was in possession of Nurmengard. Speaking the words to activate the portkey in return mode and he was back in the park. It was a little of an hour and a quarter, when Harry made it back into Ben's office.
The son, John, introduced himself. Ben went through what Harry had inherited. 2 houses lived in by Dursleys who had paid no rent. Harry authorised chasing them for it, eviction, if they did not pay up. The other house, Snape lived in and always paid his rent. Harry enquired if his being a greasy haired git who insulted him was enough to evict him. John said that it was not. How iunfortunate!
Harry had an account out of which the utilities, council tax included were paid. He had a personal account. Harry got a chequebook and cheque card to use. Not that there was much in that account. Ben could now speak with solicitors in Cokeworth to get the bequest Harry's grandparents had left him. Harry signed some papers for that to happen.
Lily Evan's share portfolio had passed to him and was approaching £1m in value. Harry approved the people handling the account and Ben counter-signed.
Harry told Ben about the damage to the property. Ben said he'd get the property repaired. Harry let him have the keys back.
Harry told them about his four years at Hogwarts. Ben said Harry should have got the muggleborn/muggle raised pack including some pamphlets and the Hogwarts rulebook. Ben said Dumbledore should never have had the Vault key. He told Harry in no uncertain terms to get it back from Molly Weasley. Ben queried why Harry had no regent unlike Neville Longbottom and Susan Bones. Ben suggested Harry retain Ted Tonks. He suggested that Harry buy new copies of a History of Magic and Hogwarts: A History. Harry remembered the three other books Hermione had mentioned on that first train journey. Ben also suggested a trip to the Ministry to look for that prophecy.
Harry needed to see about getting the Basilisk harvested. He should contact the Dwarves of Dundee. Harry should retain the venom coated fang that had been in him. Harry should see the French Ministry about getting the obvious blocks on his magic lifted. Maybe retain the Mail Redirect except for Hermione and Gringotts. Bonesplitter, his Account Manager had sent Ben several nasty letters about Harry ignoring his letters. Harry was about to say Bonesplitter was not the Account manager he spoke with. Ben explained that Bonesplitter would have dealt with any impersonator.
Ben knew where the Delacours holidayed in the South of France. Harry noted it was actually where the Grangers were staying. That could be problematic. The French Ministry would remove those blocks. Harry could tell them about the Carrows.
Harry felt he had had a good visit. Dobby returned him to his room at 4 Privet Drive. Harry did some browsing through the exercise books. He retrieved his own exercise book and biro. All that was in there was 'Get me out of here' in big letters. There was nothing of immediate import. Harry moved on to thinking about what the Dursleys had said that they had never received any money for him. He'd see about getting some.
The following morning, Dobby acted as a distraction, whilst Harry went to the station and caught a train to Guildford. Harry spent a day in Guildford's Child Services department. Harry showed the case worker his scarred back and used a little bit of magic to get money paid into his account. Harry was expecting £200 a month to go into his account. That was what was paid. £3280 into his account. That £200 would be paid into his account, monthly, until he turned 18.
It had been a tiring day. The following morning Harry had gone to the Post Office in Little Whinging to post his order for a top-of-the-line muggle telescope for Astronomy. He also used the local opticians for an eye test. A little bit of magic to get an immediate appointment. He would get a free pair of glasses out of this. He could keep the frames, which would make it easier to sell this to Vernon and Petunia Dursley. A week or two to get new lenses. That was good.
In the afternoon Harry went to Diagon Alley. He found 40 galleons in his trunk. That was a lot lighter than it should have been. Damn Ron. He'd been in his trunk, again. Harry should have the money for what he needed. Bookwise, anyway. Harry dressed in Dudley's clothes, used one of his caps and took the bottomless bag.
Harry went to Flourish and Blotts. He picked up the books for year 5. He suspected they were the same as his parents had had. Harry did not bother with the book for Divination. He was dropping that. He picked up years three and four textbooks for Runes and Arithmancy. Harry forked out for a new copy of A History of magic and Hogwarts: A History. Harry picked up the three books Hermione had mentioned. Harry had a few knuts left out of 40 galleons. He still had not finished purchasing stuff. Harry made his way to Gringotts. A short wait and he was shown in to Bonesplitter.
"Ah, Lord Potter. About time you showed up. I have sent you many letters."
"Bonesplitter, I am under a mail redirect. I have received no letters from you. No personal visits, as per the contract my parents signed with you."
"You will receive value for the breach in addition to my waiving all fees associated with the letters you never received." Harry listened to the 4 Potter Wills other than his parents. He regretted learning he could not access the main vault until he was 21. That he did know. Now he'd heard the Will, he could not access it. His muggle grandparents were both squibs. He heard their Wills, too. Harry finally heard his parents Wills. Confirmation that Sirius was not the Secret Keeper and that Remus was to have the right to live in the farm his parents had owned and the Potters had bought. Remus also received 5000 galleons. Harry requested Remus keep that bequest a secret. Harry could not access Fleamont's Vault until he was 18. This was access to the Potter Potions knowledge.
Bonesplitter looked at Harry's list of desired purchases.
"The good trunks start at 150 galleons. That amount should suffice. A second wand. 50 galleons will be more than enough. Cauldron, set of instruments, Cleaning kit and the sneak Potions books will cost 50 galleons. 300 galleons will be enough. Oh and Molly Weasley only drew out enough to buy your supplies last year. You were lucky."
Harry made his way to the Ministry. First, he descended into the basement to chase the prophecy. he found it, read it and put it back. Second, he had a conversation about the time-turners. They were provided by House Poter and were one use, 5-hour maximum back trip. Whatever Hermione had used in their third year, it was not Ministry supplied. Harry checked now that the Ministry did not supply anything else. The Ministry did not.
Harry went up to see Madam Bones. To say that Amelia Bones was surprised to see Harry Potter would be an understatement. Amelia used a quick quill to record all of what Harry told her about his time at Hogwarts. Harry ended by way of apologizing from never having spoken to Susan. Amelia's eyes narrowed, the famous monocle falling out, when Harry said he had no Regent. Harry gave her the names of the 30 in the graveyard aside from You-know-Who.
Amelia said he could use Right of Conquest on the Basilisk carcass. The Chamber of Secrets was not part of Hogwarts and was part of magical Scotland. She told Harry that he could declare a secret Blood Feud on the Death Eaters and involve, equally, secretly the Potter Alliance. Harry declared the Potter Alliance in being again, secretly and a secret Blood Feud on the Death Eaters.
Harry said that Sirius was not the Secret Keeper and asked had he actually been arrested? Amelia said Harry could make a claim on behalf of Sirius Black for the Crouch Manor, estates and property – in the event he was never arrested. Amelia would check about the arrest.
Harry said he was backing Amos Diggory as Minister as Cedric would have wanted. Harry was not sure how that would play out as Amos had been stupid enough to think that Harry cast the Morsmordre at the World Cup, until reminded Winky had used Harry's wand. Harry made a mental note to have Dobby invite Winky to Potter service.
Harry went to get a second wand. The combination of Elder Wood and tail feather from a Thunderbird was very rare and very expensive. 45 galleons, including holster and cleaning kits. It would be ready in a couple of hours. Harry went to get his Cauldron, kit and potions cheat books. They were not, but that was what Harry called them. Snape told Slytherin, but nobody else. That came to 35 galleons.
The trunk had a password. A section for the cauldron and potions ingredients and one each for magical ware, muggle ware and drawers for socks and pants. It was featherlight. The best feature for Harry was that it could look weather worn. Harry made sure that it did. It had the standard lock, keys and blood identity.
Harry had Dobby take everything back to his room. Harry picked up his wand. It did not spark when he waved it. Harry was not surprised. He waited at Ted Tonks. The receptionist left, leaving Ted and his last client before Harry in with him. When the woman came out, Ted showed her out, and turned to Harry. Harry removed his cap. His messy hair and green eyes were instantly recognizable. Ted locked up and invited Harry into his office. Ted listened to Harry tell him a brief life story. Ted would find out why Harry had no regent. Ted told Harry it was 100 galleons for the consult. Harry said Ted's wife Andromeda could act as his proxy for the Wizengamot seats that he controlled. Ted lost interest in charging Harry, at that point. That was another good day.
The following morning, Dobby told Harry that his magic was being drained at a rapid rate. They could do the trip to France and get back, but that would be it. Dobby's magic required Harry's magic to be certain level and it was rapidly approaching that point.
The first thing that went wrong was Harry bumped into the Grangers. They chatted. Harry explained that they had had their time together and he'd gone back to the day of the journey back from Hogwarts. He explained that Hermione would be sad. He told them that he had a book about his life and the really important things that were in it. Hermione had read it and come across her death and its circumstance. It was the top thing Harry would do all he could to change. The Grangers did understand.
The Grangers did know the Delacours. Fleur had already started her internship with the Goblins at Gringotts. Gabrielle had greeted Harry with a machine burst of chatter, in French. The only word he understood was 'Harry'. Harry felt embarrassed telling Mrs Delacour that. She was kind enough to translate. Harry thanked Gabrielle. She flashed him a dirty look and she pouted. Harry smiled at her.
Harry explained what he needed to Mr Delacour. They apparated to the French Ministry for Magic and there, whilst waiting, Harry told him about the Carrows. The blocks were removed. The only change to the mail redirect was to exempt Gringotts.
Both Harry and Dobby were very tired on the morrow. Harry sent off two letters. He did some cleaning. The first informed Amelia Bones of the drain on his magic and gave her the address. That one did not require a reply. The second one to McGonagall did. Harry told her he was giving up Divination. Being told he was going to die every lesson had finally taken its toll. He wanted to do Arithmancy and Runes. Because of his workload, Harry was giving up quidditch. McGonagall's reply reached Harry at Lunch time. Harry could take Arithmancy and Runes, if he passed make up exams. McGonagall said she wanted to make Harry a prefect. Harry thought there was no chance of Dumbledore allowing that. He'd count it a win, if he got to do Runes and Arithmancy.
In the afternoon, Harry sent Hedwig off to the Dwarves of Dundee with an offer to sell a Basilisk carcass to them. It was evening before Hedwig returned, with a yes, provided the carcass met minimum standards.
Harry had deliberately left all the detectors around 4 Privet Place. He could do no magic himself. That, Harry decided, included his technomagic. As a Tri Wizard Champion, Harry did not have to do any homework. Harry did it, because it was good revision practice.
Dobby was able to copy all of the annotations his parents had made to their textbooks for OWL year into ones he had bought. That included A History of Magic. Harry had read A History of Magic before he went to Hogwarts. It all came flooding back. He'd been spelled, obviously. Hermione had known spells well above first year. He'd have to so something to protect her from Dumbledore. She had all but told him that she had to do what Dumbledore told her, including which House to be in. Harry wished he had not been so dense. He was not out of the woods yet in terms of missing things. The Hogwarts rule book made a few things perfectly clear. Dobby told him that he'd lost 80% of his magical power.
He would make sure his 'car' on the train up was himself and Hermione, obviously. Luna and Neville. Hannah and Susan. Harry needed to find out, if his dropping of Ron was justified. First thing was to look at his year 4 exam results. Neither Harry not Hermione had helped Ron. When Ron did not copy Harry, he was about half a grade behind Harry.
When Harry was able to see the exam results, thanks to Dobby, he was shocked. Ron scored half a grade more than Harry would have.
Harry was able to get his new lenses for his glasses and accepted delivery of his new telescope, before the Dursleys returned. With his new fitness and learning regimen, Harry felt he was ready for the new year.