NABC 61 The Boy Who Lived (Harry Potter)
61 The Boy Who Lived (Harry Potter)
61 The Boy Who Lived (Harry Potter)
I opened my eyes and I saw that I was already on the Dursley's doorstep in my basket, which meant the old bastard had already cast his magic with the blood wards. It was also f-f-frickin' c-c-cold!
The first thing I did was cast a heating charm on the blanket and my stiff limbs felt a lot better. I cast another on my bassinet and I felt the feeling return to my fingers and toes. That sure was telling about the competency of the wizarding world that they hadn't even bothered to ensure I would live past them dropping me off in the middle of the night.
I checked the invisible clock in my head and it said it was 4 in the morning. That meant I had about two hours to do what was necessary before Petunia opened the door to pick up the milk and the newspaper beside me.
The funny thing was, were they already there when Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Hagrid had dropped me off or were they dropped off on the doorstep beside my already present basket? What kind of people, wizard or muggle, left a baby in a basket on a doorstep at the start of November?
When I cast magic detection, I knew what had happened. I had a notice-me-not charm cast on me. Well, cast on my magical sync amulet. That was where the blood wards were locked as well, and so was the second block on my magic that Dumbledore had cast. The first was on myself to reduce accidental magic that James and Lily had put on Harry to make their lives easier.
I dispelled the second block and felt my magic flow through me in a greater amount, which told me that I was a right terror when I threw a tantrum with that much magic inside and it was still suppressed by the first magical block. I dispelled the first block and gasped as my body glowed and magic swelled up and filled me. Being a magical prodigy really boosted me by removing my restrictions.
I calmed down from the rush and my magic did as well. With that much magic available, there was so much I could do, even as a fifteen month old baby. I cast an extensive diagnostic on myself and saw the damage to my forehead and found the soul leech horcrux and the residue of my mother's protective spell that contained it and stopped it from possessing me.
The next thing I did was transfer the piece of Tom's soul from my scar into my amulet and the blood ward spell automatically linked to it and latched on, instead of locking it to myself and Petunia. That had worked out even better than cancelling the wards themselves. Even the mail redirect ward had been sucked up and set to stop any mail from going to Tom Riddle, which was hilarious, because the monitoring spells and devices Dumbledore cast on my amulet were also keyed to his soul.
With those worries taken care of, I cast the specific healing spell on myself. The damage I had suffered from the cold, and the magical backlash of the killing curse the day before, disappeared. My famous scar faded away and this was where my partial-metamorphmagus ability came into play. I changed my messy bird's nest hair into normal hair and the color to dark red instead of dark brown.
I would change it back and add the scar to my forehead whenever I went on my adventures, because I had to do them as Harry Potter. I would also need to transfigure my previous noble clothes into an appropriate size to wear as the dashing hero. The robed cape I already owned would go well with it, too.
When I cast magical detection again, the blood wards around Privet Drive glowed brightly, which made me chuckle. Having a dedicated soul piece attached to them had super-charged them and expanded them to the point that nothing and no one that wanted to cause me harm could appear anywhere in the neighborhood, let alone come to the house.
My baby giggle was fairly loud as I thought about Albus Dumbledore or any of his agents not being able to come near me in the future. His own set protections for me would keep him and his people away, which was not what he intended at all. Poor old Dumbles won't know what's what where I was concerned! Ha ha!
Now I just had to convince Petunia that taking me in was going to be beneficial to her and her family. That was easily achievable, because I was going to bribe her with some of the jewels and gold I had pilfered on the last world. To that effect, I checked my extra-dimensional space and saw my backpack and everything it had inside. I giggled my baby laugh again at everything I had stuffed into it, including the piles of old-fashioned furniture, my crafting supplies, plane parts, and the mounds of treasure.
Surprisingly, it also had the things I bought in the shop. I had assumed I could only access those while between worlds and seeing the seven books of the Harry Potter children's stories, my lightsaber keychains, and even the pink werebunny costume, made me laugh again. I couldn't resist changing my current t-shirt for the one that said I had saved the world and only got that stupid t-shirt.
I also took out a couple of diamond and emerald necklaces, bracelets, several individual jewels, and a golden sceptre that was encrusted with gems. It was huge, so I shrank it down to make it look like a baby rattle and held it in my hand. I tucked the bribes along the edge of my blanket and held the baby rattle in my little fist.
The invisible clock in my head told me it was only another hour before Petunia would find me, so I had a bit of time left to do a little more manipulation. I created a fake letter from Lily Potter that explained about Albus Dumbledore ignoring her wishes to leave Petunia alone, because he had blocked her magic to make sure Lily was alone and she was never allowed to associate with her muggle relatives.
I added in a few words about how Dumbledore had manipulated her into marrying a 'right twat' and that she regretted that she could never get the ignorant old codger to fix Petunia and restore her stolen magic. That should set Petunia on a particularly long rant about interfering old men and hopefully on the path to accepting me, since I now looked more like Lily than James.
I cast a compulsion on the letter so that Petunia would see it in Lily's handwritting and tucked the letter under my little pillow and closed my eyes to wait. With luck, she would see some of the shiny gold and jewels when she saw me. If not, I would have to pretend to wake up and shake my baby rattle at her. That it would unshrink as soon as I wasn't touching it, would definitely get her attention.
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Petunia sighed as she put her sleeping Dudders back in his crib. Four feedings a night was exhausting her and she couldn't wait to wean him off of her poor sore breasts and could feed him normal milk instead. She checked the clock and saw the time, sighed again, and left the bedroom to go downstairs. She would need to grab the paper and milk before she started making breakfast.
She opened the door and started to reach down for the newspaper first and froze at the sight of the large wicker bassinet and the handsome sleeping baby face inside of it. Her eyes immediately saw the dark red hair, the letter tucked on the side, and she was sure that was a large diamond necklace. She shook her head at the crazy thought and put the newspaper on the baby's belly.
Petunia caught her breath, because the move had dislodged an emerald that was the size of a golf ball. She reached for it and picked it up, her mind not quite making sense of it. It couldn't be real. It couldn't. A gem that size was worth thousands... no, hundreds of thousands.
Her eyes dropped back down to the basket and her eyes caught all of the different things tucked on the sides of the blanket. It was a fortune in gold and jewels. A literal fortune. She felt faint and slowly knelt to stop herself from falling, only for that to put her that much closer to the bassinet and the treasure contained within.
The baby stirred and opened its eyes and Petunia caught her breath. Lily's brilliant green eyes looked back at her from the baby's face and the baby gurgled happily and lifted its hands towards her. Petunia gasped at the small golden rattle in the baby's hand and she knew without a doubt that it was worth more than their car.
The elves popped into existence and Petunia gasped. Vernon just looked constipated.
“I bees Cookie and I doos all the cooking.” The female elf wearing the chef's outfit said.
“I bees Moppy and I doos all the cleaning.” The female elf wearing the maid outfit said.
“I bees Butter and I doos the household chores.” The male elf wearing the butler outfit said.
“I bees Nanny and I takes care of the little ones.” The female elf wearing the nurse outfit said.
“I bees Floppy and I doos the gardening.” The male elf wearing the gardener outfit said.
The two adults looked too stunned to say anything, so I clapped my hands and gained everyone's attention.
“Cookie, finish Tunie's brekky.” I ordered and the little elf popped from there and over to the massive stove.
“This bees a proper kitchen. Cookie approves.” The elf said and started to magic the food into larger portions.
“Moppy, check clean home.” I said and she nodded and popped away. “Butter, need box.” I pointed at the gold and jewels on the expanded table.
“Right away, little masters.” The butler said and snapped his fingers to make a cardboard box appear and started to load everything into it.
“Nanny...” I started to say.
“I bees checking the other little master.” The elf said and popped away.
“I bees going to check the grounds.” The gardener said and popped away.
“What... what... what the bloody hell is going on?!?” Vernon asked with a shout.
“Mummy loves Tunie.” I said and put a tiny hand on Petunia's neck and cast specific healing on her. “Home safe. Family safe.”
Petunia had tears in her eyes as all of her soreness and tiredness disappeared. “Oh, Harry!” She said and cuddled me close to cry tears of relief and happiness.
“Tunie be happy now.” I said and hugged her neck.
Vernon looked conflicted until the elf cook put a huge plate of food in front of him at the table. He gave Petunia a pat on the back and sat down to dig into the great food. Petunia calmed down and went to put me down into the sole high chair, and hesitated.
“No worries, miss.” The nanny elf said as she popped in and a second high chair appeared. She floated a wide awake Dudley into his and he giggled and laughed until he settled down, then a huge bowl of mashed food appeared in front of him. He let out a shout of joy and dug both hands into it and shoved it into his mouth.
Petunia stared at her son's antics, because he had absolutely refused to eat anything she made and demanded her breast milk.
“Youse no need to worry no mores. We bees here to help now.” The nanny elf said and snapped her fingers.
I floated out of Petunia's arms and landed in the second high chair. A bowl of food appeared in front of me and I couldn't let Dudley show me up. I dug my tiny hands right in there and shoved as much as I could into my mouth. It was a surprisingly delicious mix of egg and mulched sausage with a hint of bacon.
Petunia sat down beside Vernon and her own plate of food appeared. As she ate the great food, her shocked face slowly changed to show a genuine smile.