Over the next two and half weeks, Harry spent from breakfast to dinner in the Workshops. His classes were excused. Only classes he was still taking were the Combat Classes and Necromancy… and Grymsmythe had asked him to stop coming to class while his control was still choppy.

His War Mage status made anything being taught in Combat Class moot.

He crafted a spread of twenty blades for Daphne. While he had finished his kris-unicorn horn blood-blade, it would not merge with the Ruby Staff… yet. Smythe said that she would need to awaken first.

He had to make two more runs to London for items from his Vaults…

For McGonagall, he arranged for the Whole School to be supplied with proper brooms. A fleet of Comet 220s for the Flight Classes, and Nimbus 1950s for the House Teams.

For Hagrid, He arranged for Charlie Weasley to bring Norbert to Hogwarts for a class on Dragon Handling and Care,

For Flitwick, he sent two Wrysa hides to be made into Dueling Robes.

For Snape, he sent everything from inside the Wrysa to see if anything was useful in potion making.

For Sprout and Neville, the 'Seed and Clipping' of the Month Club. Deluxe Membership.

For the Tonks, he crafted a Wand Holding Canes for both… Proxy Black had a 'Silver' Raven head with Black Sapphire eyes. Proxy Potter was a golden Lion Head with ruby eyes.

For N.Tonks, he forged a runed 'Wand Cuff' Bangle. It would lock her 'Morphic Matrix' until she changed it herself. Included note read; 'Hey luv. This should cut down on your clumsiness. It will take getting used to. Blessed Be.'

Using a Wrysa femur, two spines, and a Wrysa skull, He crafted a staff. The Knob of the Femur was the hilt of a bone Atheme, shaped, and runed indestructible. It slid into a 'sheath' in the shaft of the staff, crafted from the spines, and the skull formed the hand guard. The whole thing was four and a half feet tall… the brain-case of the Wrysa Skull was filled with three Wyvern Heartstrings and six Manticore Mane strands, braided together, and feld in amber. The Skull was covered in small runes and first 'smoked' over a blend of leaves and sticks to stain the raw bone, before being filled with liquid Imperial Gold. Since it was for more Ceremony than Combat, he just added two 'white' pearls to the eyes and wrapped it in a Wrysa Hide. He did not 'Finish' it as that would awaken it. But he did include a note so that Amelia could 'awaken' it if she wanted.

For Chief Hammer, he bought her a runed Gladstone bag filled with every item for a Muggle Forensics Field Kit, plus two different books on Muggle Forensics Field Practices.

The Grunn did not practice Yule or Christmas, so Harry gifted each with a five pound bag of their favourite mixed nuts. At their raised eyebrows, Hermione said that it was a practice that stemmed from harsh Winters and the need to cross into a gentle spring. That by giving them their preferred nuts, Harr was ensuring that they survived the Winter.

Lefa grunted, took her bag, nodded at Hermione and Knuckled off.

Chapa burst into tears, pressed her brow to Hermione's and followed her Alpha.

Trogg grunted, Fist-bumped Harr, and followed his wives to their room.

The People in Rio he would handle when he got there…

The Orricalcum item for Ragnok… Smythe took one look at the three ingot bars sitting on the workbench, turned and ran, slapping the reinforcing runes on his way out… Tish was even quicker to join him. After an hour of meditating on the problem… Harry began to hum. Then he began to Hymn. In the Morning, he had a vest of 'gold', lighter than silk, stronger steel, and tougher than Diamond.

It was just turning Midnight on the Nineteenth of December, when Harry, only accompanied by Tish, exited the Wardline of the School, and at the far end of the Pier opened a Gate to beside the moving wall of the Leaky Cauldron and the two of them stepped out onto the predawn cobbles of the Alley. As the gate snapped closed, the two of them moved silently along the empty streets.

As they mounted the streets, two cloaked figures exited the bank. "Shit… Deathwalker!" the taller of the two squeaked.

"Relax. While he is Death-walking, He has no reason to be hunting us… as we don't prey on humans. Just nod to him, and make our exit… the Sun is coming. At least he would kill us quickly and cleanly." the shorted one nodded at the War-wizard, and pulled his friend into the shadows of Knockturn Alley.

:Do we want to know what that was?: Tish looked after the fleeing Shadows.

"No. Mostly because it would delay me in getting back. But judging by the Fear of them, and their words… they know what would happen if I went Hunting."

The Female 'Wolf' grunted and followed in his wake to the teller.

"Morning." Harry grinned at the Teller. "Who is your least favorite Runner? They get to awaken Barchoke and Ashraq."

The Teller grinned evilly and yelled over his shoulder.

SPRB

A blurry eyed pair of Globlins glared across the boarding room table at their Patron as he unloaded packages from his pouches.

"And the reason you call on us for these tasks…" Barchoke growled.

"No One else in these Isles do I trust with this job. Besides, You get to charge for the joy of making the underlings lug these items about… including to the Chief." Harry set a burl box on the table. "Handcrafted box. Japanese Cherry burl. Moon-silver inlay. Found his Crest in that lovely book you sent. Bye the way, Thank you, my Queen was very pleased." Harry tapped the center of the lid, causing it to 'flower spiral' out to expose the inside chamber… and the 'silk' vest spun of 'gold'.

Barchoke licked his lips. "There are times that I hate you, Sir." He sipped his goblin answer to coffee. "Then you take it too Far."

Ashraq started chuckling. "Griphook gets to deliver it, this time. His Lord's timing is near perfect… Lord Ragnok arrived just after dusk, last night."

"And so It will be the twenty-fifth before I can return to these Isles… for my Social Circuit Responsibilities." Harry grinned at them.

"You're evil, Milord." Barchoke grinned at him. "You are winning this war."

"Milord Black." Ashraq sat forward. "Lord Potter is getting the better of the Chief, Might I have a clue as to give Him an Advantage…"

Harry looked at the tweedy goblin. "Potter has an extended Family… almost a full Clan. Being Muggle raised, he is of the mindset that getting there is half the fun, rather than the destination of the Journey. Some of his people will need a mobile living quarters. There is a Muggle Trailer Recreation Vehicle known as an Airstream. If he was to do the same as the Tent into the Airstream… even keep the number and size of the rooms the same… but without the Heartstone. Conflicting Magics. Also there are House Elves in play."

Both Goblins nodded. Ashraq smirked. "I will leak it to the craft guilds that Lord Potter is looking for this airstream trailer and wanting to 'wizard tent' it without anything resembling a wardstone. That it needs to be something that the Chief can leverage as a winning blow in this War."

"Tell me no more." Harry grinned as he closed the box. "We don't want Lord Potter to learn anything about this." He set the box aside, and set a Wrysa hide 'staff' before the goblins. "This is For Regent Bones. How and Where it is Delivered is up to you. It is from Lord Potter… as the Wizard that is marrying her Niece. If it is during Working Hours in the Ministry… you can involve Gripsac and he can bill the account for having to force the Purebloods to Summon the Director of the DMLE to the Atrium so she can be presented her gift before the Large Crowd…"

A Gladstone Handbag was set beside it. "House Black sends Chief Hammer this in the Hopes it helps with the Sirius Black case."

"The Sirius Black case was settled." Ashraq frowned.

"Yes… but has the Ministry apologized?"

The goblins snorted their laughter.

"These go to Proxies Black and Potter." a pouch of Wrysa hide was opened to show the raven headed cane and the lion headed cane. "The Raven to Proxy Black. As they are married, the Wand-holster Canes were wrapped as one."

The Goblins nodded.

The next item was a one foot cube. "This is for Hogwarts. Send it to Flitwick… he can unpack it and deliver the items for Lord Potter and Black."

The two Goblins nodded.

A box of simple oak with an inset sliding lid was set before Ashraq. "House Black sends it's Daughter something to keep her safe. Owl it, or take it to the Ministry when you gift the Director."

"You say when… as if you expect us to…" Ashraq sneered.

"Yes… you get to charge my accounts extra, you get to sneer, and in some cases spit, at wizards, and make a show that proves that Gringotts is the Finest in Service, if you can afford it."

The two goblins exchanged looks, and grinned evilly. "Went in doubt… pass the cost on to the consumer!"

The three humanoids laughed at the joke.

SPRB

The Sun was two fingers over the skyline when Harry returned to Snow Point.

"Mister Potter." The Headmistress was waiting at the Gateway. "We are sending all students away for the Holidays, as we need to reset the Wards from the ground up. We will welcome everyone back in two weeks. We will need you to be at the exit point of your Gate, an Hour early from exactly two weeks after you are deposited. I will need you to take your Eleke with you, so that she doesn't disrupt our working. It seems that your Samhain accident scrambled our Heartstone more than she wanted to admit."

"Yes Headmistress." He bobbed his head. "If we fail to catch the Gate…"

"You will have to run the Trial all over again." And she was gone.

"She is just full of good tidings." Harry sighed as he walked into the hallway leading towards the Dorms… only for Jaques to hurl himself out of the shadows. Harry swiped his left hand without breaking his stride. "Merry Christmas… asshole."

Jaques' head rolled along the Hall, caught in the middle of the transformation between human and hunting cat.

:That was… anticlimactic.:

"I didn't have time to dance and give him a glorious death. I have a real, angry pussy to deal with if we are late." Harry turned into the common room. And froze.

Hermione was waiting for him. Everyone other than the two Tayledras from His Entourage was sprawled about the common room. Soran and Kyra were sharing a bucket of fresh popped popcorn.

"Where. Were. You?" Every word hissed softly, punctuated by a flick of her double fluffy tails, and a tap of her right forefinger on her left elbow.

"Out delivering Gifts to be distributed for Yule and Christmas." Harry shifted from Passive to Authoritative. "I thought you three would be asleep after taking your finals for the semester and all that."

"You are sooo going to be making this up to us." Daphne sneered. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight." Then as one, the trio turned and returned to the Ekele.

"You know about the Exodus?" Rhal asked.

"The Headmistress told me." Harry looked at her. "One presumes that you are riding with me?"

The Hertasi nodded, before waddling away.

Harry looked at the Griffon, Drakon, and Lamia. "Same?"

"Oh Hell Yeah." Soran grinned

"Itt would be my Plesssurre." Verra griffon grinned, and rolling her r's.

"Ride or Die." Kyra shifted to her hybrid form. "I am going to get a good night's sleep. Star and Steel are with you as well." the three of them headed off to bed.

Toto looked up from the table leg he was chewing. :Mama(picture of Hermione) Not Happy.:

"No, but judging by the smell of them… they were just looking for a reason to be unhappy with me." Harry rubbed the black scaled head as he walked toward the tent and Toto trotted to his side. "Puppy Pile."

SPRB

It was nearing Noon as Harry's group neared the gateway to the school. The group ahead of him entered the portal, and vanished.

The Potter Entourage had spent the morning prepping the Ekele for travel. While Dobby was set to ride inside and was set to manage everything, everyone wanted something to carry with them…

Smythe hobbled up, with the old Staff. "Now… for your next test… and the last test for your Mastery. " He tucked the twisteds staff into the back pouch beside the ruby capped battle staff. "Unmake this one."

Ward reworked the Gate Anchor and waved the last group forward. Harry's group. As they approached, he was heading back to the Wardline. "It is a 'lost temple' in Columbia. We are incorporating a Fidelius charm in the Wards to hide our location… only."

"Did you cover the tunnel through the mountains?" Harry asked the Combat Medic and Ward Master.

"No… but thank you… We will figure out a way to use it… and we will have to hide it also." Ward crossed into the Wards just as the k'Potter group reached the Gate…

The Twisted Staff, in an attempt to protect itself, tried to destabilize the Gate. Had Ward been there… He might have been able to prevent what happens next. Had Harry been in command of the Gate, it would have not been an issue…

The Gate Imploded… dragging the Entourage into the Abyss…

As everyone was falling and flailing through the Void of Nothing…

Harry lashes out, throwing a web of conjured spider silk out and dragging everyone to his side. Then with more Instinct than Forthought, He ripped open a Gate dragging everyone out of the Abyss … into the jungle.

At speed…

Soran… having panicked and morphed to his full dragon form… absorbed the impacts of both hitting the ground and trees, and catching everybody else. As a result, he was bruised… but okay.

So was everybody else.

"Well… we're not in Kansas…" Hermione huffed as she looked about.

Twenty minutes later it was decided to craft a 'wicker basket' and fly everyone out. They Harnessed Vera, while Harry crafted a Basket, from the surrounding debris, large enough to carry everyone comfortably, feather light charmed and all that. Everyone but Harry, Soran, Hermione, Tish and Toto were loaded into the basket. Soran decided to fly on his own… as Tish, Hermione(in gryffon form) and Toto rode on Basil-coatl-Harry.

Daphne acted as Navigator, guiding them towards the closest Human Settlement.

As the sun reached the horizon, the party landed in the middle of a massive grassland. Verra landed gently, having set the basket on the ground. "Hass anyone elssse notissed the Magic is Differrrent here?" Her rolling her words almost a purr. "The Basket was very light, harrrdly any weight and…"

"The Magic in the air is thicker… sweeter." Rhal sighed. "Perfect… almost too perfect."

As Harry took his knee, so that Hermione could drag the Tent out of his bag… they noticed that the tent was curled up on itself.

"Dobby?"

The little guy appeared at her side. "Miss Grangy?"

"Is there something wrong with the Tent?"

"She just scared." He petted the canvas. "She not opening for few days."

Harry nodded. "Are you able to feed us? Or do we have to feed ourselves?" Harry grinned.

Dobby squeaked, and popped away.

"What was that?" Star asked.

"That was Harry being mean to Dobby." Hermione glared at him.

"That was Harry teasing Dobby. He knows that Dobby lives, loves, and wants to serve him and his friends and family. He hinted that Dobby was skirting his duties. Something no Elf worth their ears would do." Daphne sat on the hind leg of the sprawling drakon.

Ten minutes later, everyone was relaxing as they ate from bowls of thick stew.

Steel-lotus wiped her mouth. "Just as expected from our Dobby."

TBC