Harry Potter's Great Secret

A fan-fiction-based story by parselmagic

(Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to J.K. Rowling)

A/N: some paragraphs might be a little bit on the long side, it is due to the fact I can't really tell where the best place would be to cut paragraphs off at.

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CHAPTER 1

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Harry Potter was a very unusual child. For one, he almost never cried. He had strange dreams, about flying motorcycles and also a scary man that shot green lights out all over the place. For another, he had no friends. His mean older cousin, Dudley, made sure of that by bullying anyone who even tried to talk with Harry; except if they were extremely rude and were calling Harry a freak, or other such nonsense. The reason that he could get away with doing this in the first place was that Dudley, and his parents, absolutely despised everything to do with Harry, but only put up with having him around so that they could use Harry as a personal slave, to further try to make Harry feel like the least loved person in the world, that even an orphanage wouldn't take an ungrateful freak like him in.

They made him cook all their meals, wash their laundry, sweep and mop the kitchen and bathrooms, vacuuming the rest of the house, making everyone's beds, dust everything, trim the bushes, mow the lawn, rake leaves, or shovel snow depending on season, weed the large garden and fence-line (by hand), scrub the toilets, do all the dishes, and in general, clean up for the entire household.

The only room he was allowed was a small cupboard under the stairs, carpeted, in which you couldn't even fit a normal sized mattress to sleep on. He was allowed to use the restroom once a day, a three minute shower (in pure cold water) once a week, and all he got for food was a few bites of whatever he could manage to sneak while cooking it for his mean relatives, due to the fact that they kept the refrigerator locked up the rest of the time. These extremely mean people knew he was a wizard, but they didn't want the young boy to find out about it, and had been utterly despicable towards him from the day he had been left on their doorstep when he was just a little over a year old, because his real parents had gotten killed by an evil wizard. Whenever Harry asked any questions about his real parents, he was always told that they had been driving while drunk, and got killed in a car crash, and told him to stop asking questions. On the morning of July 31st, 1985, however, Harry had the strangest feelings ever.

All of a sudden, his body started changing drastically. First, it changed into an owl, then a cat, a dog, a snake, a spider, a phoenix, and finally a dove, before Harry wondered what was going on, and it stopped. The reason for all these weird changes was because Harry was a natural-born multi-animagus, which meant he could change into any animal with just thinking about it. He realized that it was going to be a real advantage over his mean cousin, Dudley, and especially his aunt and uncle. Later that morning, when his aunt came to his cupboard to get him up, he had a brilliant idea to change into a spider and hide on the under-side of the stairs, so that he wouldn't have to do any chores. It was a lot better to be a spider than to have to do all those chores, he thought with a huge grin on his face.

He decided that he'd better change his sleeping habits so that he could sneak into the kitchen when his relatives were asleep, so that he wouldn't at least starve. After a few days of this, though, the Dursleys decided that he was doing something very strange so that he could get away without doing anything for them, and put a lock on the fridge so that at least the freak wouldn't be able to steal any more of their food. When Harry realized this, he knew that he was going to have to run away, but how in the world was he supposed to get food, or even if he did manage to get any, how was he going to cook it, when he was only five years old? For once he ran away, he knew his relatives wouldn't be allowing him back into the house to use the kitchen.

He finally decided to run away, and to use his hidden abilities so that he wouldn't starve. At around four o'clock, he transformed into a spider before leaving his cupboard so that the Dursleys wouldn't know about it, and went to the front door and out through the mail slot. He then went around the corner before he shifted into a cat, so that it would be easier to walk than if he was a spider; and less likely to get stepped on. He made his way towards Mrs. Figg's house, whom he knew couldn't resist any cats in need, and prepared to spend as much time there as he needed to finally formulate a plan. He arrived at her doorstep, transformed into a spider again, and climbed into her house through the mail slot. Once inside, he scurried down to the floor and hurriedly shifted into a cat so that nothing would happen. He then went to look for Mrs. Figg's other cats, so that he could get acquainted with them before it was time for dinner, and hopefully find some friends that way. On the way, he decided he'd better make up a pretend name for himself, just in case any of the other cats could do what he could, and thus reveal that he wasn't a real cat. He thought for a few moments, before deciding on the name Mittens, since his paws were a different color than the rest of his fur. He found the other cats, and introduced himself to them as Mittens, and said that his human just died a few days ago, and was absolutely starving. He found out that their names were Tibbles, Snowy, Tufty, and Mr. Paws. They were all very likable, and soon he was friends with all of them. At around six, Mrs. Figg came in from shopping, and Mittens came out from the cat room, meowing pitifully. She noticed that it looked very thin, and decided to contact her good friend, who also happened to be an animagus (although not a natural-born one, and thus could only change into a cat). She went over to the fireplace, threw in a little bit of powder, and said, "Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, Hogwarts". Harry thought that this was a very strange occurrence, for he hadn't yet been told about wizardry. Professor McGonagall came to her fireplace, and asked, "What's wrong, Bella?"

"I've a new cat here, and he looks very hungry. Can you come talk to it and find out what its story is?" said Mrs. Figg.

"Sure thing, just give me a minute," replied Professor McGonagall. A minute later, the fireplace flared up green again, and a tall woman stepped through, gave Mrs. Figg a quick hug, and then asked where the new cat was. Mrs. Figg replied that she had just gotten home from shopping to find the new cat in with her other cats, apparently hungry and exhausted. She then told her to follow her, and she'd lead her straight to the new cat. Professor McGonagall transformed into her cat form so as not to shock the new cat by doing it in front of it. A few seconds later, Professor McGonagall was talking to Harry, as Mittens.

"Hello, what's your name?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Mittens," replied Harry. "Are you another of the cats that lives here? I thought I had met them all already."

"No, Mittens, I'm not. I'm just doing the nice lady a favor and asking you what your name is, and why you're here"

"Oh, well, I'm here because my human died a few days ago, and I was starting to get extremely hungry. I found Tibbles outside, and he invited me in, saying that his human couldn't refuse to help cats in need. Please, I have kept trying to find a place since then," said Mittens.

"Oh, okay, let me explain it to the nice lady here, and I'm sure she won't mind," replied Professor McGonagall.

"How are you going to do that? I thought humans couldn't understand us cats," asked Mittens, genuinely curious.

"I'm actually a person that can turn into a cat, and vice versa. I'm simply going to change back into a human, and tell her that way," said Professor McGonagall.

"That must be a useful ability, with all these cats around here," Harry said.

"It is, especially when something happens, we can find out exactly what a cat wants to say instead of just having to guess," she replied. "I'm going to transform back now, and tell her what you said." And with that, she moved away, and transformed back into a tall lady who turned to Mrs. Figg and said "He says his name is Mittens, and that he's starved, due to the fact he hasn't gotten any food since his human died a few days ago. He wants someplace to stay that won't reject him, because he has tried to find at least someone to feed him anything since then."

"Wow, I never suspected he'd gone that long without food, or I'd have fed him even before calling on you. Now I'm going to go fix some food real fast while you tell him that he's welcome to stay here as long as he wants to. It won't be a problem to care for him, either," replied Mrs. Figg.

"Okay," Professor McGonagall replied, then transformed herself back into her cat figure once again. "Mittens, the nice lady is going to go fix you some food, and she's told me to tell you that you're welcome to stay here as long as you want, and that caring for you won't be a problem either."

"Wow, can you tell her thanks for me?" asked Harry hopefully.

"Sure thing, but then I need to get back to where I was before the nice lady called me," replied Professor McGonagall.

"Okay, thanks to you too, I don't know what I would have done without someone like you to translate what I was trying to communicate with her," Harry said.

Professor McGonagall changed back into her human form, went to tell Mrs. Figg that Mittens wanted to say thank you, and then said that she must get back. She then turned toward the fireplace, threw in some powder, walked into the fireplace, and shouted, "Deputy Headmistress's office, Hogwarts!"

Meanwhile, Mrs. Figg returned with a large saucer of milk and a huge pile of shredded turkey, ham, and cheese, and placed them on the floor in a separate room from where the cats normally ate, and said "Come along, Mittens, here's some food for you. You can eat as much as you want, but don't eat so much that you get sick, please."

Harry came running at the word food, and once he saw the huge pile, he looked up at Mrs. Figg questioningly, as if to ask if this was all for him, or if he had to share it with the other cats?

Mrs. Figg, upon seeing the look in the small cat's eyes, said, "I usually feed all the cats in a different room. However, since you're starving, I'm feeding you here until you get back to how you're supposed to look, since you look too thin for your body. You don't have to share any of this food at all."

With that, Harry darted to the plate and started to eat immediately. Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, in the headmaster's office, an alarm started to go off. Headmaster Dumbledore looked up confusedly at the alarm, then hurried over to it, and pressed his wand in the middle so that it would quit blaring. Then he went to the fire, and called for Professors McGonagall and Snape, and asked them to come up to his office immediately. Ten minutes later, both Professors had stepped through the fireplace and were in the headmaster's office, and were asking him what this was about. Headmaster Dumbledore offered them lemon drops, then sighed, and said, "It appears that Harry Potter has run away from the Dursleys. How long he'll live at this point in time, being only five years old, I am not sure. I'd like the both of you to go to the Dursleys, and find out exactly what's going on."

"Harry Potter? Running away? Sounds like he doesn't like it there," said Professor McGonagall. "I told you when we left him there that they were the worst sort of muggles imaginable, but you didn't listen.

"Why must I go? You know that I hated James, and Potter will likely be as arrogant and disrespectful as his father was," asked Professor Snape.

"You must remember, Severus, that Harry is also Lily's child, and I seem to recall that you were her friend long before she even met James," said Professor Dumbledore.

"Alright, but I don't see what good it will do. Lily's sister always hated me," Professor Snape answered. After this brief conversation, Headmaster Dumbledore walked over to the fireplace, took a small pinch of floo powder, and threw it into the fireplace, saying "Arabella Figg's house". Mrs. Figg came over to the fireplace, and asked the headmaster what was wrong. "Harry Potter seems to have run away from home, and I need to send Severus and Minnie through to ask the Dursleys what happened, and then to start searching for him. I would also like your help in searching, if that's alright," replied Dumbledore.

"Oh, no!" exclaimed Mrs. Figg. "Go ahead, send them through, and I'll help also." She then stepped back from the fire, to allow Professors McGonagall and Snape room to step out once they got through.

"We'll go and question the Dursleys first, as they aren't supposed to know you're watching out for Harry," said Professor McGonagall. "Then, if he hasn't shown up, we'll come back and let you know so that we can start the search. With that, the two professors left Mrs. Figg's house and headed down the street to where the Dursleys live, and rang the doorbell. Mrs. Dursley got up to go answer it, knowing that her husband and son were not going to want to get up from watching television to answer the door, especially when it wasn't even during commercials. When she opened the door, however, the first person she saw was Professor Snape, and she exclaimed, "You! What did you do to my sister, and why are you here? Isn't it enough that the good for nothing freak finally ran away? We had to put up with his nonsense for four years, not to mention the brat ran away a full week ago, just before he knew we were having a large party, which he was supposed to cook for. We had to pay good money to get food delivered, instead."

"A WEEK! EXACTLY HOW LONG WERE YOU GOING TO WAIT BEFORE REPORTING HIM MISSING? And just why were you planning on having him cook at all? After all, he's just barely five years old," interrupted Professor McGonagall. "We simply came to see if he had returned, and to find out if we could talk to him."

"Why would you want to talk to him? He's a good for nothing freak that's a burden to decent people everywhere. If you are able to find him, he needs to be punished severely for walking out on us, and making us actually do some cleaning! And as for how long we were going to wait, we were glad to be rid of the freak, except for the fact he was saving us some money and allowing us the freedom to do what we wanted!"

"What do you mean, making you do some cleaning? Surely you weren't making him do everything around here? He's much too young to have to take care of all the cleaning around here" interjected Professor Snape.

"What does it matter to you how we treat the boy? We put a roof over his head and feed him, and give him clothes isn't that enough to ask that he do some chores?" argued Mrs. Dursley.

"Just what chores were you talking about, besides cooking?" asked Professor McGonagall, icily.

"Oh the usual, doing dishes, sweeping and mopping the kitchen and bathrooms, vacuuming the living room and bedrooms, washing, drying, and ironing the clothes, taking care of the garden and mowing the lawn, and overall just making the place presentable for our guests, stuff like that. We weren't making him do too much, considering the cost of all the bills and clothes and food besides," sneered Mrs. Dursley.

"WHAT? YOU WERE USING HIM AS A SLAVE? NO WONDER HE RAN AWAY!" both Professor McGonagall and Snape exclaimed vehemently. "EVEN IF WE DO FIND HIM, YOU'LL NOT BE GETTING HIM BACK TO USE AS A SLAVE!"

"Fine, you can come in and take what he left in his cupboard, in case you manage to find him before he dies. We can finally use it as it was supposed to be used, not as a bedroom for an ungrateful freak!"

"WHERE? SURELY YOU CAN'T MEAN THAT YOU MADE HIM LIVE IN A CUPBOARD!" shouted Professor Snape. "YOUR OWN NEPHEW, LILY'S SON?" and with that, he pulled out his wand and transfigured Mrs. Dursley into a pig, and then proceeded into the living room where he transfigured Mr. Dursley and Dudley into pigs, too, just for the way they were treating Lily's son. Then he turned and told Professor McGonagall that they deserved it, and she readily agreed. They then took a look in the cupboard, where they saw a small mattress, a shelf with two toys, broken, and some markings on the wall that said HARRY'S ROOM.

Then they went back to Mrs. Figg's house, explained that Harry had been supposedly missing for two whole weeks, and that Professor McGonagall was going to start looking while Professor Snape went back and informed Dumbledore so that more people could be put onto a search party. After Professor Snape used the fireplace to return to Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall turned to Mrs. Figg, and asked if the new cat had gotten enough to eat. Mrs. Figg replied "Yes, at least for tonight, as I put down almost a whole pound of mixed ham and turkey, along with a little bit of cheese, and a large bowl of milk. He ate nearly all of it before curling up to go to sleep. I figured he needed to get a little more food as he had been going without for several days, as you told me earlier."

"Hold on, Mittens never did tell me exactly how long ago his human did die. I wonder if somehow Harry could have turned into a cat, although I don't see how at his age. I'm going to go ask him, before we start our search. It'll be a couple of minutes before Professor Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore can get a search party organized, anyway." And with that, she turned herself into a cat and set off to find Mittens, finding him in a corner with his head laying on his front paws. She gently pawed him, claws in, until he woke up. "Mittens, I just had another couple of questions for you," she said gently.

"What's going on?" Mittens replied.

"Well, you see, there was a boy that I knew that lived not far from here, that supposedly ran away. It just seemed a little strange that my friend Mrs. Figg happened to get a new cat shortly after the boy ran away. Now, if you are this boy, could you tell me, please? Even if you are, we won't make you go back to those horrid people," replied Professor McGonagall.

"Alright, yes, I am Harry, but could you not tell anyone that I can change into a cat? I don't want anyone to know in case I have to hide again later, please? It's a very good cover story, as even you didn't doubt it until you found out that I had ran away, right?" asked Harry hopefully.

"That's very true, and we don't need to alert everyone to your ability to hide if you feel the need arises. However, we need to be able to work something out, since Mrs. Figg knows about you in your cat form, she'd wonder where you went if you suddenly disappeared again, so can we at least tell her, if she promises to keep it a secret?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"Well, okay, if it's just her, and if she promises to not tell anyone," said Harry. "I'll go ahead and change back into myself now, so that we can go tell her." And with that, he got up and changed back into Harry Potter. They then went into the other room, and explained why he had run away, and why he was trying to hide out as a cat. Mrs. Figg promised not to tell anyone about it, and then after about five more minutes, the flames in the fireplace turned green. Professor Snape asked why they were just sitting there, as he couldn't quite see Harry sitting on the other side of Mrs. Figg, and she replied that Harry had been found a couple of streets away, so as to protect the secret. And that since he had not really had much to eat, it would probably be best if he got an examination from Madam Pomfrey, and that he would come through with Professor McGonagall in a minute.

"Excuse me, but what do you mean by going through?" wondered Harry.

"Well, you see, people can, with a certain powder, use fireplaces to travel from one place to another, as long as both ends are connected, and you speak very clearly what you want your destination to be. I will be able to assist you with this, as it's your first time," replied Professor McGonagall.

"Don't the flames burn you?" asked Harry.

"Not when we use this powder, as it's a special kind made for traveling through fireplaces," said Professor McGonagall. "If that's all your questions, are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, okay," Harry said, just a little bit frightened at the new method of traveling.

Professor McGonagall and Harry then stepped into the fire, where Professor McGonagall threw down a pinch of floo powder, and shouted "Hospital wing, Hogwarts!" and off they went in a swirl of green flames. Madam Pomfrey, wondering who could be using the fireplace at this time of the holidays (it being the a few weeks before school resumed again), came running over, to gasp at the small child that was with Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall said, "Madam Pomfrey, would you please do a full examination on this boy? I just rescued him from a full week period of him having run away, but he had a meal as it was deemed more important that he have some food than to get him checked out."

"Okay, come right this way" said Madam Pomfrey gently. When she got Harry laid down onto the nearest bed, she pointed her wand at Harry, and said "plenus examinacionem et print-sicco." After a few seconds, a piece of parchment started to come out of the end of her wand. The piece of parchment had the following information on it:

Patient Name: Harry James Potter

Age of patient: 5 years, 0 months, 9 days

Body Weight: 14.8 kg (28% underweight)

Body Height: 89 cm (24% under height)

Welts on 78.5% of body

Bruises on 59.7% of body

Signs of illness:

extremely malnourished (3 years, 8 months, 2 weeks)

Extremely dehydrated (3 years, 8 months, 2 weeks)

6 broken bones, not healed (2 years, 7 months, 3 weeks)

Fever, 40.9 degrees (3 days)

Beginning pneumonia (1 day)

Partially constipated (3 months, 2 weeks, 4 days)

Muggle flu (6 days)

Overall picture of health (scale 1-10): 3

"With this information, I have to insist that he stay here for at least two weeks, maybe longer," said Madam Pomfrey, "with complete bed rest, except for meals. Also, thank goodness it was found out now, instead of waiting another 6 years. Who knows, in another few days, he probably would have died."

"Alright, Poppy, but I must also let you know that when we went to verify why he had ran away, Albus having told us that fact, we found that they were using him as a slave, with only a very tiny cupboard as a bedroom, and the only bed he had was a mattress from a child's bed. When we found this information out, we transfigured the Dursleys into pigs, because of what they had done to Harry, and we don't really want that information to get out, as a punishment for this severe case."

"Yes, yes, Minnie, I completely understand your point. Let's just hope that Albus doesn't find out and change them back, so as to make the punishment most effective. I would suggest going back and changing them after a few days, though, so that they don't starve to death themselves. No matter how badly they treated Harry here, they don't really deserve to die. With this information, we can have them sent to Azkaban, hopefully, but I agree with the decision of punishing them for a few days as pigs, first. Now, it might be a good idea if you were to go and alert Albus that Harry has been found, so that he can call off the search party and so that he doesn't investigate himself."

"Quite right, Poppy. I'll do that now. Thanks for helping look after him." And with that, she set off to tell the headmaster that Harry had been found, and was being looked after. Gradually, Harry began to regain his strength and a little bit of height, but after a couple of weeks, it was clear that he still wasn't in a condition to allow him to be taken anywhere else, even if he had had someplace else to go, it being so close to time for school to start. After realizing this, she set up a small room off of the hospital wing so that she could take care of him, and set it to only allow Minerva, Harry, and herself through the doors, and to actually hide the door from everyone else, so that no questions would be asked. Finally, after being looked after for almost three whole months, he was deemed to be in the best condition possible, although he was still a little bit on the short side for his age. Minerva and Poppy got together to discuss what was going to happen to him, as he didn't really need constant care anymore, having had the rest of his problems taken care of. Minerva thought that it would be best if he were to stay there, as even though he wasn't getting contact with other children, he would otherwise be well looked after, at least for the time being. She figured that she would enroll him in a school next year, since it was too late for this year, and he would need to get schooling so that when it was time for him to come to Hogwarts, he would know what to do as far as reading, writing, and such. Poppy agreed with her, especially due to the fact that it would also allow him to be with other children his own age, but decided to teach him to read so that they could send books with him (disguised as ordinary books except for when he read them), so that he wouldn't be completely ignorant about magic as he most likely would have been had he been forced to stay at the Dursleys, who by this time, at least for his aunt and uncle, were in Azkaban for severe magical child abuse and neglect. Dudley had been sent off to an orphanage, as his Aunt Marge was too busy looking after her bulldog breeding to have to worry about raising a child on her own.

Harry proved to be a very fast learner, due to the fact that he had an eidetic memory. By the time he was in his last year of schooling before going to Hogwarts, he had already started on college level English and math, and had worked out so that his height had increased dramatically, now being at four feet 10 inches, which for a 10 year old is quite tall indeed, having not had any "growth spurts" yet. His weight was also adjusted according to his height, and he was in the middle of the range for his height, with it being pure muscle. He was able to run 12 miles without even getting tired, and on the days he didn't run he either lifted weights or went swimming, having learned how when he was six, just in case he happened to need the knowledge. He was in frequent contact with Minerva, who, having taken the initiative to look after him a lot better than the Dursleys ever even took care of Dudley (the spoiled brat), had kept him supplied with books that he would need to know for when he came to Hogwarts, and for Harry, having an eidetic memory, he was able to memorize the books quite quickly indeed. He wasn't able to actually practice the magic yet, not being 11 years old, but that was soon to change. By the time his 11th birthday had come around, he had memorized every single book that his school library had, and also the books for Hogwarts that didn't change over the years. When he got his Hogwarts letter, he had replied immediately and politely.

He then went to his Aunt Minnie's room (having mutually consented to call her this when in private only), since it was during the summer break, he stayed with her. He said, "Aunt Minnie, I just replied to my Hogwarts letter and I was hoping that you could take me to Diagon alley so that I can get the rest of my stuff for Hogwarts".

She replied with "Sure, just let me finish up this letter and send it off. I will be ready in 15 minutes."

"Ok, Aunt Minnie, I'll go wash up again so that I look my absolute best, and then wait for you in the living room."

After they both were ready, they used some floo powder and went to the Leaky Cauldron, and went off to Gringotts. When they got there, they proceeded to the head goblin's desk, where the head goblin said that something was off about Harry compared to most children that they came into contact with, and offered to check out the reason(s) why that could be. They agreed, so they went into a side room and discovered that his magical power was reduced by 70%, and that he should take care of it right away so as not to cause problems with schooling. After the power drain was removed, they took a heritage test and found that he was the heir to not only the Peverells, the Flamels, Morgana Le Fay, and all four of the founders, but also to Merlin, and was in fact an Archmage. Surprised at this, they asked what the differences were between a wizard and an archmage, and the goblin explained it thus: on the lowest level were people that didn't have any ability to use magic, then the next step up were wizards. The following steps up (each step being the same distance from each other) were sorcerers, mages, grand mages, and finally arch mages. The last known arch mage was Merlin, and each of the four founders were grand mages. They also found out that Harry had the ability to cast any spell silently and without using a focus (more commonly referred to as a wand), but in order to keep up appearances, were recommended to get a wand shell (a wand without a magical core) as Harry's own magic would be constricted by any core that they could possibly obtain through any wandmaker. After making a withdrawal, Harry and Minerva set off to get his school supplies that hadn't quite gotten gathered up (and some further years of school texts so as to do some more studying). The first stop was to select a trunk that would enable him to haul everything he needed easily, and so selected a five compartment trunk that was voice activated, and used §Abra Cadabra§ as the password, in parseltongue, so that it would be next to impossible for anyone except him to open it. Next, they went to Flourish and Blotts and saw that they had a new item, which was an e-reader to make students' loads lighter instead of having to haul around books everywhere, which they also gave a 10% discount on any school book in e-reader format. They decided to get it, and all of the school books for all seven years (for all school subjects) on it. He also selected the ultimate dictionary for runes so that he could start learning runes; as well as the e-books on occlumency, as he figured that being able to prevent people from taking a peek into his mind was an excellent thing indeed.

Harry was hoping to have every subject memorized before starting school, so that he wouldn't have to spend as much time looking through the school text books. After getting done at the bookstore, they went to Ollivander's to get a wand without a core, thus surprising Ollivander, who upon hearing this, asked why, and was told that the Gringotts goblins had said that he was powerful enough so that the core would in fact limit his magical power rather than enhance it. That being said, all that was left was for Harry to select a wood to use, more for decoration than anything else. After spending twenty minutes looking through all the various possible choices, he made his decision and paid, a bright smile lighting up his face since he now had (for all appearances) the tool that would allow him to practice magic, and due to the fact that he didn't really need it, surprise his opponents if the need ever arose. After finishing up the shopping, he went to take a look in the Quidditch shop to see what was new since he had last visited. Since Minerva was there, he asked if he could get a new broom just in case he got picked for his house Quidditch team, and she relented, if he promised never to take it out of his trunk without permission from her otherwise, as the other students wouldn't know it was in there. Their final stop was at Madam Malkin's, where Harry got all his clothes and robes for school. Being done, they stopped for an ice cream before heading home. Once they got home, Minerva told Harry that although she knew that it technically wasn't allowed for children to do magic outside school before they turned 17, she was willing to make exceptions for him to study out of his first two years' material while she was at least in the house and awake so that if anything went wrong, she would be able to fix it immediately. Harry thought that this was a very generous suggestion, so he immediately agreed.

Harry devised a new schedule for the remainder of the time until he went off to school as follows:

7:30 – 8:15 breakfast

8:15 – 10:00 exercising, various activities

10:15 – 12:00 practical magic practice (various subjects)

12:15 – 1:30 potions practice

1:30 – 2:20 lunch

2:30 – 4:00 free time (no studying of any kind)

4:00 – 5:20 practical magic practice (various subjects)

5:30 – 6:15 dinner

6:20 – 8:30 reading school books that he hasn't read yet

8:30 – 10:45 free time (no studying of any kind)

11:00 – 7:30 bed

By following this schedule for the remaining 6 weeks between when he got the rest of his school supplies and when he was due to leave for Hogwarts, he completely memorized all his school books for all 7 years (having done most of this prior to getting the rest of the school things from Diagon alley, and was having no trouble with whatever spell he was trying to cast (though, as this was limited to the first two years' worth of schooling, wasn't quite as amazing had he tried spells from higher grades), and was quite well toned from having kept up with his exercises, for an 11 year old he looked quite good if it weren't for his unruly hair. That hair would not behave no matter what he did with it, it was as if someone had put a permanent sticking charm to his hair so that it would stay that way forever. On the last day before he was due to go to Hogwarts, he packed up his trunk as follows: in one compartment, he put all his clothes and his e-reader which contained all of the books that he would need for any school work that he needed so he didn't have to take all the heavy books around. In the second compartment went all his things for potions, having asked Minerva if she could stop in Diagon alley and get enough things to replenish his stock as he had used some things up while practicing. The third compartment was where he put his miscellaneous things, like his broom and a couple of posters to decorate around his bed when he got to school. The fourth compartment he had converted into a sitting room not unlike a common room, where he could go and spend some time by himself or invite friends for a private hideout. This was also where he was planning to do all his homework, so that no one else could copy his work while at school. He also left the last compartment unaltered at this point in time as he didn't know what he wanted it for.