lux in teberius

I know so little about the wizarding world.

Sat on the comfortable window seat, Harry has been reading for hours. He’s lucky he ordered room service before he started reading or he would’ve forgotten to eat at all. It turns out Harry absolutely loves reading, weird right? He learnt so much from these small books and he still has eight more to get through! But for now, it's 10 pm and he really should sleep, he quickly jots down his last sentence in his notebook on traditions and reminds himself to apologise for being so rude to Farlig's last visit, on purpose or not he was still rude.

Harry levitates his Pjs out from his chest of draws and folds them neatly on his bed, he undresses down to his underpants and socks and slips on his new sleepwear. Its soft and a dark green in colour, to match his eyes Madam Malkin had said. He crawls into his bed after turning the light off, he closes his eyes as his head lays on the pillow and thinks about what he’s going to do tomorrow as he drifts off to sleep.

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Waking to the sun rising and soft sheets is a feeling Harry will never get bored of, after the Dursleys waking him up by all sorts, a quiet morning is a pleasant surprise. As he sits up he remembers yesterday and everything he’d done and everything he planned to do throughout the next week or so before his trial.

He does so by firstly getting new glasses, he’s been struggling with his as he got them when he was 5 so the Dursleys could get him to do chores with no excuses but he never got updated prescriptions so he heads to ‘The Third Eye – Wizarding opticians’ and picks up a new pair. Indestructible, waterproof and prescription changing. They’re larger than his old ones but still black circle, He likes how they look with his face shape.

He reads all about the Wizengamont seats he inherited, he’s disgusted to find out that all the seats he was to claim were currently being held (by proxy) by non-other than Dumbledore himself. He read the ‘muggleborns guide to a wizarding world’ by Gildory Lockhart, he wouldn’t trust it if he didn’t know that the book was stolen and not actually written by that sad man. He should let Hermione read this one too, he hasn’t seen anything like this in Hogwarts library nor in any of the more popular bookshops so maybe she’d need it like he did!

He shops some more and finds a necklace that makes him a glamour without the concentration that the usual spell needs. He finds a new trunk to fit all his new clothes and books, he gets some school robes that change with him, hoping for a growth spurt.

He heads over to Gringotts to get out some muggle money as his wizarding robes are fine but muggle clothes have more variety. As he walks down the long corridor of the main hall once again, he stands Infront of Farlig’s high desk, “Hello Farlig sir, I hope your vaults are strong and your gold is stable, I am here to make a withdrawal – in muggle money” Harry is glad when Farlig looks pleasantly surprised by the formality, “Mr Potter! My vaults are strong as I hold what’s yours. Muggle money? Yes, I can do that for you, How much would you like sir?”

Harry takes a moment to think, “Oh actually Farlig before that, I read about investments – do my families have any?” He was genuinely curious, he doesn’t know much about investments but maybe if he had a goblin to look after that sort of thing for him.. “Yes Mr Potter, The black family have their investments as did the Potters before your parents passed, now they have been put on pause, however, if you would like the investments to continue and or add any of your own I’d be happy to oblige” He seemed like he really wanted the Potter fortune to be used wisely, Harry had to agree, “Thank you Farlig, I would like to re-open them – if there is a list of all the investments you can send me?” , “Of course, Mr Potter sir, Now how much would you like to Withdraw?”

Harry wanders threw muggle London, he’s trying to find all the best stuff he can as he isn’t sure when he’d be able to come back. While he doesn’t want to be that guy or anything – he isn’t going to shy away from expensive brands, why should he? If it looks good it looks, and besides, when he shopped in Diagon he went to a place called ‘Purity’ that he hadn’t realised was an expensive brand until he saw Older Malfoy enter – to which he swiftly bought his clothes and dipped.

He was there for a while walking around till he got tired and had so many bags it was hard to carry. Harry wondered back to the main entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, before he got there though he crashed into someone, “Oh for Merlin’s sake Potter, again?”

Ah it was Malfoy, why is he alone in muggle London?  “Hey Malfoy, sorry, still getting used to having the right prescription. What are you doing in muggle London?” Harry spoke like he and Malfoy were acquaintances instead of enemies, it threw off Malfoy to the point that his reply was automatic rather than polite by choice. “Oh, new glasses? I’m not here alone, you see mother is worried about Sirius Black being about- Hold on Potter you’re alone still? Did they not even think to give you a body guard or something?” He sounded almost mad.

Harry was confused by this even as his face gave nothing away, It was almost like Malfoy cared, “What do you mean? Why would I need protection from some twat who escaped Azkaban?” He doesn’t need to know he’s my godfather, still – why would it affect me?

“Oh Potter, did no one tell you? Sweet Salazar, it’s like they want you to die. Sirius Black is after you.” Malfoys tone was unmoving, monotoned even, but his eyes were sympathetic.

“What? Why would he be after me”?

“Potter, Sirius Black was one of the Dark Lords most devoted followers. My father told me he was the one who sold out your parents, got them killed. Rumour has it he broke out of Azkaban to finish the job.” What? Why did no one tell me?! And if that is the case then I definitely need some kind of watchful eye on me right?

“Thank you, Malfoy... Again. Uhm-“ He doesn’t get to say anything else as he gets cut off by the call of Mrs Malfoy “Draco darling, I got what we came for lets get going now!” They part ways with no more words and less tension than they’ve ever had between them. Malfoy had been helpful on multiple occasions now and Harry was starting to wonder why.

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Back at his room he was reading about magical cores and how to get more control, Harry doesn’t need to get stronger you see – He has a very powerful core, and he could feel that the moment the blocks were removed, What he needs in control. He’s been too impulsive because of those compulsion charms and Harry thinks its time to unlearn that part of himself. He lays down on his bed, over the soft sheets with candles lit around the room, its dark out now and the lights are off with incense burning to help him with his intentions. Intention is a huge part of magic. Harry had found books on witchcraft in the muggle world and had been intrigued, the books seemed to be written by muggles who had no clue of the wizarding world but had witch / wizard relatives and their ancestors had guided them into reuniting themselves with the magical world even if they didn’t have wands or actual magic. Most even followed the Pagan holidays that Harry knew he needed to read more about, The Dursleys are “Christians” you see.

His magic is strong and hot as fire, but he’s trying to learn to control it, so he thinks of ice and attempts to lower the temperature of his magical core. 30 minutes later his eyes shoot open, he’s shaking and freezing as he slips himself under the covers to warm up. This will take time, the book said this so he sleeps for now.

Harry spends the week going to ‘Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour’, studying and reading his second-year books and writing notes to prepare for his third year. He meditates for hours and reads up on the laws for his trial soon. He practices the spells he didn’t understand last year and soon his peaceful time alone in Diagon is stolen by the Weasleys. Don’t get him wrong, he loves them but he really enjoyed his time alone and he’s changed during his time here.

An owl come flying through his open window the morning the Weasleys were meant to be arriving.

Harry had to read the letter from Gringotts a few times and came to several horrible conclusions at once. Mrs Weasley had taken out multiple withdrawals where she was only meant to take enough for Harry's school stuff which would’ve been about 15 galleons, she had taken double that. Then Dumbledore, not as much recently but he had taken several artefacts from both the black family vault and the potters and the Peverell's!?

His key was currently with Mrs Weasley and Harry scribbled down a quick letter to Farlig telling him to lock down his vault for anyone who wasn’t him, added his magical signature to the note so the goblin knew it was him and sent it back with the owl in a hurry. If Mrs Weasley needed the extra money he would’ve gladly given it to her had she just asked! why did she feel the need to take from an eleven / twelve -year-old child she acted like was one of her own?

Then. Oh, my Merlin. I don’t know who I can trust anymore! Who’s working for Dumbledore, who’s just using me for money... Ron? Hermione!?

Harry could feel the tears coming so he was silently glad at the knock on his door. Hermione enters first, A furious look on her face as Ron enters still complaining about her cat and holding his rat close to his chest. Hermione lights up when she sees Harry and Ron finally shuts up when she drops her cat and runs towards the tanned boy.

“Harry! You look so well, and I love your new clothes” She genuinely means it too. He has never looked so good or felt so much like himself now he was wearing his own clothes rather than Dudley’s. Ronald however, seems personally offended and actually scandalized by Harry not wearing disgustingly worn clothes. “What the hell mate, you’re about to be on trial for underage magic and what went on a shopping spree?” well that was rude, Harry thinks as his face drops slightly.

“Ah yeah kind of, sorry mate... I wanted to have clothes that fit me my whole life and er- now I do aha.” His voice sounded hurt and while Ronald didn’t pick up on it Hermione definitely did and she looked sympathetic, she didn’t get a chance to say anything though as Ron’s bad mood had clearly gotten worse.

“Your old clothes fit you fine! There’s no need for you to go around flaunting the money your dead parents left you. It's disrespectful to them and everyone else.”

You what?! Now harry was unfeignedly confused. How is it any more disrespectful than pretending it doesn’t exist, surely his parents would want him to have nice things...?

“RONALD WEASLEY” Ah, the women of the hour. She may have stolen from him but he’s grateful she still has some morals about her. “HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO HIM. His parents would be ecstatic that he’s using it and using it for something useful too, He needed those new clothes and you know it. Merlin, teenagers.” She turned to face him, “Harry dear, it’s lovely to see you!” She hugged him tightly, and not an inch of tension released from his body, he still doesn’t trust her, but a hug is nice. Hermione hugs him straight after and he finally lets it go, he hugs back feeling the love in her actions and voice as she whispers “Sorry Harry, I didn’t think he’d react that way, You do look lovely.” He could cry, he could but he won’t and finally, Mr Weasley enters with the twins in fray.

“Ah Harry, good to see you my boy! Now lets talk about your trial, yes?”