Ophelia was looking at Harry still laying on the stone altar. The white robe clinging to his sweating body showed some of his trained physiques in some places. Her face had a questioning expression and a hint of anger in it.
"Young Man, what exactly happened in there, you were very close to botching the whole thing"
Harry panted and gasped for some air, the strain on his real body was high and he felt exhausted like after running for miles with weight on his shoulders. Slowly he looked at Ophelia and with a rasped breath tried to come up with an answer.
"I... I think I have met Death."
Ophelia raised a brow.
"Harry, you know I don't like to ask twice"
Harry took some deep breaths.
"I mean it, I was in a grey world. It looked like a Reaper, the dark black cloak, thy scythe. He said that was because I imagined him like that thanks to mundane literature and all that. Death always called me Peverell and told me how my Ancestors had cheated him out of a deal and because of that he cursed the Peverell Line. He told me to gather three items, a wand, stone, and cloak. After that, I have to give them back if I ever want to be free of the curse and not die prematurely. Also, he told me that I should maybe offer something as penance. To say the least, Death did not sound amused at all."
Ophelia blinked like a deer in headlights for some seconds before she got her regal composure back. "Wait a minute right there Harry. You tell me you got held back by a manifestation of Death." He nodded. "That told you that you would have to deal with something your ancestors did and now you have to make things right?"
Harry gave her another short nod. "Well, okay. Seems like he is pissed at you. Bad luck Harry," she replied nonchalantly. Harry looked at her disbelievingly only for her to smile and caress his cheeks. "Don't try to break your cute head over something you can't make progress on just yet. For something timeless like Death, they handle time, even more, looser than I do."
That helped Harry calm down fur just a little bit. Just a bit though because of the sentence that followed.
"But you will have to be punished for letting a Lady like me wait for so long and worry about you." The Vampire gave him a big, fang-bearing smile." Harry paled for Ophelia to look at him amused. "Maybe some Latin Dancing with myself. Or detention you could write some lines for me. Never scare me again one hundred times maybe?" Harry was not sure what to think of her teasing remarks.
Harry Potter was scared, scared of the Dancing Lessons with her unlimited amount of teasing, or getting bitten again. The feeling after was so confusing and made him feel very troubled by all the emotions he felt. It was a funny feeling and with his research consulting a particular book in the coven library, he knew when his body would mature his problems would only grow, literally. It was no secret that the Vampires had earned their spot as Masters and Mistresses of Seduction. That their bite could induce something similar to a lust potion to reduce the pain of the process was no small part of that. Also the biggest reason, most Victims of the bite could grow attached to the one biting them and get addicted to the feeling. Leading to the
That the Queen used it only so sparsely and often in context to punishment for his failings was one of her safeguards. Yes, she was a demanding personality, but all her teasing aside she still wanted to not hook Harry on the bite. The other times she would just use a spell to let some of his blood drip straight into her Goblet. It had to be fresh, she had often told him. Every time he asked why he could not prepare bottles of it. He always was a little lightheaded after the process and could do without standing lightheaded in the audience room and missing opportunities to score points against Lilith. He often lost on those days and it was close on Fridays thanks to that more than once. They cleaned themselves up and changed back into their casual wear. What for Harry meant Leather pants and a tailored shirt and for the Queen usually also some kind of combination with Leather. He asked her once why he had to wear it and she just shrugged and said because she likes it.
31st of July 1991, Tonks Residence, England
Harry was at the Tonks Residence when a brown Owl swept into the Kitchen window delivering one thick Letter to him. Dora already was set for her first year at the Auror Academy so only Ted and Andromeda looked at him kindly while he read through everything.
"Nothing unexpected. Queen Ophelia also allowed me to wear my glamour bracelet but advised me to take it off for Gringotts and Olivanders because breaking Goblin Law was never something good and Olivander would see through it anyways."
Andromeda nodded, "Sure but for the rest of the time I think it would be possible to let you pose as a Cousin to Ted or something. I still can't understand how you could be eligible for the Black Heirship. Wait a moment." She had a thoughtful look.
"The only way that your claim would be high enough to be uncontested would be.."
Harry finished her sentence.
"If my godfather would not have been tried and as such I would have had the double claim by blood relation and be the direct heir to the Lord of the House."
Andromeda looked shocked. The sheer possibility that her cousins had to endure Azkaban being innocent, horrendous.
"I will look into that. Queen Ophelia also mentioned that she would provide your trunk and overall wardrobe except for the uniform."
"Yeah, it seems to be a family trait to dress me up. It's just leather things for her. Lilith is much worse though. All those frilly pink satin dresses I was forced into because she beat me in the weekly challenge. I will get nightmares from all the tea parties. Don't even ask me about those waist pinchers."
"Corsets" Andromeda helped to get a nod from Harry. After finishing breakfast they were off to Diagon Alley.
At Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office
" Problems with the letters this year Minerva? Some irregularities?" Albus Dumbledore asked his Deputy.
The stern Deputy Headmistress looked questioning at Albus.
"Well, the usual things. I distributed the muggleborn to the other heads of house and myself. One thing was curious though Albus as far as I knew you put Lily and James' child with the Dursleys. Call it my curiosity but I checked and Harry's letter had gone to the Tonks's Residence."
Dumbledore raised a brow.
"That is most curious." Both had gone and looked at the Book of Admittance and were surprised to see that everything looked to be in order. As they came back to the office an owl waited for both of them with a letter.
"What do we have here" Albus took the letter and opened it, reading it through quickly.
"Well, it looks like I have to visit the Tonks' residence. He says he would accept but only if his familiar could come too. Also, he wants an actual copy of the rules and bylaws"
Minerva raised her brow now.
"And why is that a problem?"
Dumbledore chuckled and looked her in the eyes.
"Well, he wrote that it is a dragon. Fawkes, If you would be so kind."
While Minerva McGonagall tried to come up with an answer the Phenix of the headmaster launched himself off his perch, trilling, and shortly after reaching Dumbledore both vanished in a gust of flames.
"Those Potters, they have given me so many grey hairs. I stopped counting with James" Minerva sighed leaving the office and going back to her other countless duties.
Shortly later, Tonks Residence, England
The Doorbell rang, Ted was already at Diagon Alley with Harry's list to purchase some necessities, so as the door opened Albus looked at the brown-haired Andromeda Tonks.
"Ahh Andromeda, a good day to you. I hope you are well" His blue eyes twinkled and he looked like the good grandfatherly figure you would expect.
"Come on in Albus, I can guess why you are here. And those things are not to be spoken about in public." She held the door open for him and Albus made his way into the spacious living room. Turning a corner he looked at someone he had not expected to see before September 1st. The eleven-year-old Harry stood there, leather pants and boots a tailored shirt. His raven-black hair was bound into a ponytail with a leather band. The green eyes piercing in the same color as the killing curse. The famous scar was not as prominent as he remembered, but what caught his eye was the short Hebridiean Black sitting on Harry's left shoulder.
"Ahh, and you must be young Harry then."
Harry nodded his head.
"That's correct Headmaster" he looked to his left and the Dragon also greeted the Headmaster with a nod and his deep voice.
"Headmaster." Something that derailed Dumbledore's thoughts from the fact, of how healthy and strong Harry looked right now. The boy must have worked out and his magical presence was also quite noticeable. Could it be that he really could solve the Dark Lord problem they had for so many years?
"Hello to you too. I am surprised to see a dragon speaking the human tongue. Magic is a marvelous thing." Dumbledore smiled with twinkling eyes. Andromeda had closed the door to join them in the room.
Harry just raised a brow, crossing his arms. "Erebos is not just any dragon he is my familiar. Something that looks like that enabled him to learn our Language. The magic of the bond seemingly strengthens his magic and forms it to speak it, even if older and wiser dragons are not able to do so. After getting my invitation for Hogwarts we thought it best to make things clear. I have gotten alternative invites to some institutes outside of Great Britain. Even as far-reaching as Japan. Certainly, some of them are on par with Hogwarts, but as I have been told my parents visited your school. I think I would also like to do that but only with my familiar. I just can't think that it would work without him." Harry ended on a higher note.
Andromeda used the break to insert herself into the flow of the conversation.
"Please be seated, I will organize some snacks"
Harry and Dumbledore did so.
The old Wizard was deep in thought, something maybe about the prophecy. What about the residue he knew that had been in the scar of Harry? It looked like the scar was slowly fading away. Did the thing Tom had left survive or was finally lost to Liliys spell? How did Harry even get here? Many questions and just so few answers. "Well, thank you Andromeda, and regarding your familiarity, I brought a copy of the Hogwarts rule book so we can go over that in a minute Harry. But If you can indulge the curiosity of an old man for a moment longer. How exactly did you get your familiar and how you came into the care of the wonderful Mrs. Tonks?"
They had prepared for this kind of question. So Harry told him some things and left out others. How he was treated at the Dursleys, and how he got separated from them. His learning experience under Onyxia had been censored so much, that they hoped he could have his powers and first and foremost the knowledge as a last resort. After that a short explanation of how he got to a random property of his family. Only to skip some of the finer parts of how he got into contact with Andromeda.
Dumbledore looked slightly unsettled after the explanation of how the Dursleys had treated Harry sunk in."Harry, I only did that to ensure your safety. The blood wards only could be placed on the property of a blood relative to hold up the protection your mother must have given you that night. After Voldemort's fall, there were so many uprisings and followers of his still out and about."
Harry sighed and shook his head. His voice spoke of the disappointment he felt right now. Maybe it was the result of being trained by Onyxia and Ophelia, two very old entities. Or just the usual animosity between a young boy and his elder.
"Are you maybe getting old Headmaster? Did it never occur to you that those blood wards could be could against threats from the outside but what about within?" Harry paused for a moment. "Did you ever check on me?"
"Harry! That is enough!" Andromeda scolded him while Dumbledore looked like somebody had taken his Lemondrops right below his nose.
"Pardon me, Harry, but what?" The Headmaster had not expected to be attacked by a younger wizard, an eleven-year-old nonetheless.
Harry grumbled and Erebos jumped onto the couch, without much further ado he nipped his finger to draw some blood. Focused and chanting in nothing but a whisper. Some seconds later a strong wave of magic rushed into the house and Harry himself. Dumbledore had drawn his wand for a moment wanting to defend all of them only to look completely out of his depth and waiting for an explanation.
"Headmaster, have you studied the complicated characteristics of blood magic? Would you say you are proficient in them?" Harry started and Andromeda, knowing what he wanted to do sighed. Could that boy not stick to a plan?
"Some of them, but because they are forbidden in Great Britain only enough to build the wards to protect you" was the answer of the Headmaster as he still tried to catch up to the events of some seconds ago.
Harry shook his head again and coughed something like amateurs before he looked up again.
"Then maybe, did it ever cross your mind, that if you work on something with that kind of half-truth you could do more harm than good?" Harry started.
Dumbledore had followed his explanation. He didn't even question Harry on his knowledge of blood magic, did he make such a mistake? But Harry looked like he was not finished.
"So Headmaster, I may believe you only did what you thought was the right thing or to do something to protect me. With the help of my mentor, I could have used the full power of the blood and maybe even cursed the line of that Dork Lord. I need some time to cool down. I will be back in ten minutes or so to go over the rulebook" The last sentence was more to Andromeda as he and Erebos left the room.
Dumbledore looked at Andromeda. The Former Black gave him an apologizing look.
"How accurate do I have to assume is young Harry in his assumption, Andromeda?"
She sighed after watching Hary and Erebos leave the room.
"To be honest Albus, Harry would even outclass the old Blacks with how much he knows about the more obscure branches of magic. I for one am sure that Harry will be bored most of the time with the Hogwarts curriculum. The only thing he will struggle right could be the way Hogwarts teaches its students."
Albus struggled with all the implications. He was deeply shaken that he may have endangered the one person he tried to save, tried to protect. The emotions broke through his occulmency shields. Triggering the entry of Fawkes who sang a soothing melody.
Albus looked up and nodded slowly taking in some calming breaths.
"Thanks, old friend. How can I make things right Andromeda?"
The woman gave him an understanding smile. Albus is one of the good guys, but sometimes he forgets that others could know better than him. That some can think for themselves or even work out their own solutions to their problems. That he asked her for help was something she would have to mark down in her calendar.
"Honestly, listen to him Albus, don't treat him like you would a child. That he surely is not. Thanks to his upbringing he will be able to outsmart most adult wizards I would say."
She took out some Firewhiskey and poured them both a glass, making some small talk while they waited for Harry to rejoin them.
Exactly at the ten-minute mark, he did so looking completely neutral and Albus wanted to say something only to be stopped by Harry's hand. "You may want to apologize. I will accept but I won't talk about this topic any further." Albus nodded and gave a short but heartfelt apology.
After that they looked over the rules and some minutes later Harry pointed out two things.
"Ahh, perfect. If a witch or wizard had bonded to a familiar that familiar is allowed onto the grounds and in his private quarters as long as him or her takes up responsibility for problems. If the familiar is classified as dangerous private rooms are to be made available for the term.
"I already have Erebos registered with the ICW as unknown dragon species that can change size on demand. I will make a certified copy and forward it to you Headmaster Dumbledore." Harry concluded the familiar topic.
Albus nodded and smiled even if a bit forced, the moments had deeply shaken the wizard. He was lucky that Harry seemed to be a forgiving person.
Harry had observed his new Headmaster while the said wasn't looking. He would need time to work through everything the headmaster had revealed. Being the reason he was at the Dursleys was one thing, but if you would analyze the situation further you could also say, that he was the reason, that he got to know Onyxia. It would be a process but he would come to terms and maybe even forgive him.
1st of August, Gringotts Bank, London (Diagon Alley)
Harry stood in his trust vault. For some reason, the Black Accounts were frozen by the ministry, something he would let Andromeda take a look into. Goldaxe had just repeated the results of his blood tests. Nothing new there for him and now he was looking at his gold. He even got a donation of 10.000 Galleons. Harry had to shake his head, he already understood what the Queen was about to do. To get into his good books, so he would stay after the required years of service. He still thought about it. Maybe he could make a play himself when he was strong enough. Thanks to Ted doing some groundwork he had only to go to some stores. It was a good thing looking around and noticing how busy the ally was. He enjoyed the right backup, provided by a Goblin Teller named Griphook. He put up his hood and took out his staff as he noticed one family of blondes. They made their way through the street and ran over one family Harry identified as mundane people. Maybe a first-generation witch or wizard. With a smirk on his face, he was moving nimbly through the masses. One hand was on his covered staff, which was hanging under the disillusionment charm on his right hip. His hissed whispers went under the noise of the busy alley, eyes locked on the tall blonde wizard with his walking stick. He noticed the snake's head and incanted.
" Bind the feet and disappear"
A ghostly snake appeared, passing through the people she was not intended for. Till she wrapped around the feet of the tall man unseen, materializing just long enough for the tall blonde to lose his footing and fall to the ground face first. His snake disappeared at the very same moment and he had already turned his back on them. Noticing the commotion and yelling. Harry knew that would not help deal with those who looked down on the first-generation magicals, but he had his fun for the day. With a mischievous grin, he made his way to Olivanders. At the shop, he looked if it was empty only to see a Japanese family leave.
"... I can't understand why I am not allowed to use rings or Ninjutsu at Hogwarts…" Harry could sort that voice to the youngest. She had red hair that bordered into darker tones and looked a little bit shorter than him.
"Because Hogwarts requires you to use a wand. Keep up with your practices. It is easy to lose the fine control needed for the rings and don't forget to practice calligraphy yes?"
The man with unusual sun blonde hair wearing a three-piece suit told her. He had his wand in his belt but Harry could see that he had a ring on each finger of his right hand. Each of them had a different symbol. Kanji or something as he remembered the one time a Japanese Vampire came through France on his journey and visited the court.
"Will do Father."
Harry waited for a moment to let them get some distance, removed his bracelet, and got into the shop.
The shop looked like it could use some dusting. Maybe someone who would arrange the decorations a bit more engaging, Harry thought as he looked at the lone wand in the window. It looked like someone had abandoned it a long time ago. Before he could think another thing he sensed someone behind him, spun on his toes, and was about to use his now extended Staff to smack the person who tried to sneak on him in the face. Luckily his reflexes were fast enough to stop in time.
"Ahh, thank you, Mr. Potter. I think a hit would have been most unpleasant"
Olivander said as he took a step back only to stare at the staff that was still in Harry's hand.
"Is this a magical staff Mr. Potter?"
Harry resized it and hung it back on his belt letting it shimmer out of existence looking at Olivander. "Obviously. I would recommend not sneaking up on me, next time I perhaps will not be able to stop in time. That hit would be as you said, unpleasant. That I can assure you of, Mr. Olivander. And No. I will not share the secret of how I came into possession of the staff or who had made it."
Olivander looked like someone had kicked his puppy. Transitioning with a bit of difficulty in his usual spiel of the wand and how they would find their intended wizard. He told Harry about the wands of his parents and began measuring him at the same time. Harry could feel as he got one wand after the other how bad the connection was. Nothing felt quite as warm, as his staff. Until Olivander disappeared into the back to come back with a very old-looking wand box. As Harry tried out this one he could feel the difference. It felt warm and welcoming, his magic flowed into the wood and core without any problem.
"Curious, Holly, and phoenix tail feather. A feather from the same phoenix that had made you famous" was the comment of Mr. Ollivander as Harry looked at him concentrating on the image of what he wanted to do. A flash of light and the blinds of the shop closed down.
"Well Mr. Olivander, it seems to be in good working order, do you may have something to carry it safely?" Harry replied calmly not even a little bit shocked about the connection to Voldemort's wand. He could make an educated guess where that would come from looking at the rune on his right hand making it visible by sheer will.
Ollivander was shocked to see someone having such an intuitive grip on magic after just getting fitted a wand. He slowly asked his question.
"I sell wand holsters for the wrist or ankle."
"Really, for the ankle? Well, I take two each." Harry said with a confident voice. Olivander rang him up and he put one holster on his right wrist putting his wand in and thanked the man for his service. At the door, he stopped a moment and looked the man in his eyes. Filling his voice with magic and building up the magic he had learned from the Queen.
"I hope I won't have to tell you what happens if these transactions won't stay confidential, do I?" It was a Subbranch of the Mindarts and something some wizards could do subconsciously.
He triggered it by will and put a small image of Olivander's own fears of how Harry could react to it straight before his inner eye. It was kind of subtle because someone might think that he had that imagination on their own. Olivander gave him quick nods before Harry gave him a cheerful smile. "Brilliant. See you Mr. Olivander."
After he left Olivander looked at the closed door. He had felt the magic in the young Potter's voice. He could withstand the command and did but for a moment he had felt the magic and for a boy this young it was quite potent. Yes, Ollivander was sure that boy would be able to do great things. If they also would be terrible like the one using his brother's wand did, that only time would tell.
His next stop was a shop to get himself an owl. He first thought about getting a raven or something more agile, but Diagon Alley did not offer trained birds to deliver mail besides owls. So he made his way to Eeylops Owl Emporium. Inside it was somewhat dark and musky. Before he even could go far into the room a snowy owl had flown to him. Followed by the shopkeeper. The bald wizard was about to save his potential customer only to watch in awe as Harry let the Owl land on his forearm not even wincing as the owl was very careful in holding onto him. Harry looked at the manager.
"I take this one, a perch, a falconry glove, food, and treats." Never losing eye contact with the owl. The manager nodded and just stumbled back preparing his package. Harry was very glad to put the bracelet back straight after leaving Olivanders. He just did not want to go public as of right now. After some minutes Harry had the shrunken supplies in his bag, he would call for Tinky later and tell the now-named Hedwig to fly to Potter Castle when he was sure nobody was listening. He knew somehow that she wanted to stretch her wings and the travel would be perfect for that.
The next Shop was Madam Malkins, he saved that for last. After all the dress-ups and fitting sessions, he had a strong dislike for shopping. He was greeted by Madam Malkin herself watching as the two known faces left the shop. The women, and the youngster of the three he had pranked before. For a second he was close to repeating the performance but he decided against it at the last moment. Nothing much happened at the fitting only some scuffles he asked for some cleaning and resistance charms or runes to be stitched into his clothes. But that was nothing that could not be handled by throwing gold at the problem and letting a seamstress apply her skills for a reasonable fee.
With everything packed, he got into a desolate alley and used his staff to raise a smokescreen before disapparating. He wanted to evade any problems that could happen using his wand.
The morning of September 1st, 1991 Potter Castle
"Okay Erebos, Hedwig. Both of you take the scenic route and fly to Hogwarts. Erebos you may want to stay in the forest till I can receive you. I want to stay under the radar till the sorting. Hedwig, you will get your perch also in my room, but you may want to rest in the local owlery till the train arrives."
The Owl hooted approvingly and waited for Erebos to change size only to hop onto him.
"You are a very lazy Owl sometimes" commented the Dragon before he took off. Harry smiled, he concentrated on his appearance to not rip his clothes, instead, they melded with his scales as he transformed into his Drake form flying after them for a minute or two enjoying the freedom in the air, before disappearing midair to the Tonks's residence.
After that all of the Tonkes this time came with him to see Harry off at the train station. They were incredibly early. Ted has to catch his portkey to the next destination. Dora would have to be off to meet with her trainer. While Andy wanted to get to the ministry looking for hints about Sirus Black. He got some hugs, an action he had learned to enjoy. He got to like the Tonks family.
The time he could spend with them was somewhat normal and refreshing to his structured schedule in France and the out-of-the-world experience on Potter Island.
The trunk the Queen had provided was something else. It was like a whole apartment in one trunk and easily carried as a small matchbox in your bag. It was blood-locked of course and had a staircase to get into the main area. He had looked into the wardrobe and had to groan a bit about all the leather things he had found. His Library held all Books for all seven years at Hogwarts, reference books, and some other things like fiction books. He even found things that sounded suspiciously like handbooks to adult things. They had notes on them with the cursive script of the Queen. Besides the black hickey on the parchment, she had put some kind of sequence number on them and years when he would be allowed to touch them. He did not try to go against her wishes. Somehow the Queen would have thought of a way to curse the books and embarrass him.
The train was very empty so he organized a cabin for himself and took out a book called "Introduction to Norse Runes" and began to read. He sunk so deep into his lecture that he did not even notice as the train filled itself slowly. Not even as some girls and two boys joined his cabin. Not even the conversation they held brought him out of his reading space. He had his hood up because he wanted to stay anonymous for the moment. But as outside of the cabin he could hear a fight break out, he laid his book to the side.
Noticing his traveling companions for the first time after sensing them, and taking out his wand, looking out of the window to see a blond and ginger-haired boy pointing wands at each other. Without much further ado, he opened the door pointing his wand in quick succession at both of them. Two shouts of Expelliarmus had him hold both wands in his hands. Good thing he studied some spells at court before coming here. As far as he knew most pureblood would have some years of private tutors on him. Harry would surely be able to get them with the normal way he uses magic. Just Intent and creativity. But that would have to wait. He now looked at both of them. His Hood is now down and exposing his dark hair. The high cheekbones and piercing emerald green eyes.
"Could you Gentleman, tell me why you want to duel without proper decorum" Harry tried to let his voice sound as posh as possible and looked into two surprised faces.
"You are... " The Ginger began only to be stopped by Harry's Voice.
"I asked a question who I am is not part of the discussion at the moment." He looked at both of them and it looked like he shocked them enough. Long enough for one boy with a prefect badge to push through the number of people who had looked at the spectacle.
"Hey, what's going on here? Excuse me. I am prefect." The boy finally made a last push and Harry answered his question with some kind of easy tone.
"These two students had kind of bumped into each other and lost their wands. Some miscommunication I think." He gave the prefect both wands and the person looked at the two bespoken students.
"Is this true Mr. Malfoy, Ron?" came a short question while handing back both wands to the respective owner. He got two short nods for him to look back to Harry.
"Thank you …" He saw the slowly fading scar on his forehead. "Mr. Potter. I am Percy Weasly 5th year prefect of Gryffindor house."
Whispers of Potter rose in the back of them. Harry just nodded and moved back into his compartment only to be met with some questioning glances.
Sighing. "Ladies, Gentlemen. I really would like to finish my book before the sorting. We all will be at Hogwarts together for some years and will find some time to talk and get to know each other won't we?" He tried to smile but he already was exhausted from his fame he would have to address this if he wanted to continue with his task to get to know some friends and find maybe fruitful alliances. As an answer, he got some shy nods and huffs but he could finish getting back to his book.
The rest of the train ride was peaceful. As they had crossed the lake and crossed the ward line Harry could feel a curious tingle in his body. The sight of the castle was something he would never forget. He had tried to pay attention to the explanation about the houses or the show of the ghosts but with the advancing time he slowly reached the point where he was exhausted. so it was no surprise he only half-heartedly listened to the song of the Sortinghat.
Harry also missed the first call for his name and under the whispers rising made his way to the three-legged stool letting the Professor place the hat over his head.
Sensing someone enter his mind he switched to his Mindscape.
Mindscape
Harry looked at the form of someone resembling a noble of the Middle Ages.
"Well that is new, thank you for inviting me, Mr. Potter. I just wanted to see enough to sort you though."
Harry gave him a short nod and with a wide-reaching gesture with his arms they stood in a good sorted Library. "Be my Guest."
The Noble looked on shortly before he stretched out both hands. Harry could see tendrils out of each finger only graze the different books. The procedure did not take long.
"Well Mr. Potter, or better Lord Potter, you have seen so many things in your life it is most curious. You are brave and would surely fit in the house of your parents. Your ambition and cunning are strong. You can be extremely loyal when somebody has earned that place in your point of view. Lastly, you are hoarding knowledge like some dragon does treasures. Maybe something you got out of your deal? I am in quite a bind. Since the students are older it is usually easier to sort them but you qualify for all four houses. What should it be?"
Harry smiled looking straight into the ethereal eyes.
"I think you know already."
The noble nodded and chuckled.
"That I do, oh, and if you are looking for the Legacy of the Brave one. I will give you a hint as I did all who were eligible for the search. He who always was one to come to quick decisions had to learn that sometimes exactly the opposite of what you thought would be the truth"
Before Harry could answer his awareness was back in the Great Hall. It looked like their conversation had only taken a second as the Sortinghat raised its voice.
"BETTER BE…"