Founder's Heir & The Philosopher's Stone

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Chapter 3 – Shopping Part 2

“Harry, I don't know quite how to say this, but those are the four Founders, their Heirs are supposed to be lost through time, except for Voldemort who claims to be the heir of Slytherin,” explained Remus.

Harry sighed and slapped his forehead, this was just what he needed...

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Harry stood in the middle of a massive marble chamber, his arms crossed, and a large frown on his face. It had been two hours since he had discovered the meaning of the four families he had inherited from, that they were the Four Founders of Hogwarts. As the heir of all four of them he was now even more important than he had been before, no longer was the Boy-Who-Lived his greatest title.

Though no one outside of Gringotts knew it, his most important title was now Founder's Heir. His status as a Founder's Heir gave him many different things that most wouldn't get, unfortunately even Gringotts didn't know the extent. As far as Griphook, the goblin personally assigned to him as his vault and finances manager, his status gave him several things.

He now owned Hogwarts, he could command the castle and most everything inside it, like the portraits, ghosts, house elves, etc. This command didn't extend to the living people inside Hogwarts though, like the teachers, students and the headmaster. Though he did have the power to override decision made about the school and the people in it, like who the teachers were, what subjects were taught and so on.

He also had access to the vaults of three of the founders, unfortunately Voldemort had taken everything out of Slytherin's and than destroyed the vault itself. Ravenclaw's vault was said to be her own personal library, storing nothing but knowledge, it was said it didn't even have any money in it. Hufflepuff's was said to be a storage chamber for creatures, many rare species, all frozen in time by powerful magic.

Other than that, his status gave him a few special inherited abilities that he would learn to control, most of which he had known. The list of his powers Remus had made showed most of them, but Griphook had been able to get him an even more detailed list. Which showed where he was with each ability, if he had even awakened it, who it came from, and anything else it could tell him.

Slytherin

Parselmouth (Awakened – Untrained)
The ability to speak the language of snakes, and in special cases can also be used to communicate with dragons.

Gryffindor

Lightning Elemental (Unawakened)
The ability to create and command the element of lightning.
Ice Elemental (Unawakened)
The ability to create and command the element of ice.
Wind Elemental (Unawakened)
The ability to create and command the element of wind.

Hufflepuff

Beast Speaking (Awakened – Untrained)
The ability to talk to any creature, even if it must be done mentally.
Beast Shifting (Unawakened)
The ability shift into any creature that has giving it's blessing, or that has 'shared' itself with the user.
Beast Control (Awakened – Untrained)
The ability to control any creature, or manipulate it's genetic makeup.

Ravenclaw

Occlumency (Awakened – Level One)
The ability to shield one's mind from outside invasion or manipulation.
Legilimency (Unawakened)
The ability to invade one's mind, to view their thoughts, emotions and memories.
Mind Control (Unawakened)
The ability to invade one's mind and manipulate it however the user wishes.

Potter

Wandless Magic (Awakened – Untrained)
The ability to wield magic without a wand, and even use it in it's purest form.
Magical Sight (Awakened – Untrained)
The ability to see magic itself.

Needless to say Harry knew he had a lot of work to do, but he also knew there was no way he would master everything in a long time. His first priorities would be to advance his untrained abilities to the most basic stage of controlling them, it wouldn't do for his abilities to activate at random times. The random flashes of magic as his Magical Sight activated was already starting to annoy him, it would definitely be the first thing he learned to control.

Which was incidentally the reason he was in this special room, it was a powerful focusing chamber. Inside it Harry was able to focus better than anywhere else, and he was currently attempting to learn to activate and deactivate his Magical Sight at will. At the moment it didn't seem to be going so well, he had no idea what to do and so he wasn't really making any progress.

Thankfully the focusing chamber had another function, it could bend time. So once he was done in the room, he would exit only minutes after he had entered. So at least he wasn't going to be wasting a whole day learning to control his new sight. Anything else could wait, but seeing magic was going to drive him crazy if he let it go on longer.

Unfortunately nothing was ever perfect and Remus had to stay outside because his wolf magic made his sight flare constantly, and second his diaper was soaked again. Remus had changed him shortly after the founder's bomb had been dropped, but Harry had already soaked himself again, where the urine came from when he hadn't drank anything since this morning was beyond him.

Running his hand through his now medium length spiky hair, Harry thanked Remus mentally again for the elastic. His hair that had lengthened considerably, was now ponytailed. It was no longer as wild as it used to be, it now spiked neatly over his eyes, before extending down a large spiked ponytail at the back. It wasn't beautiful neat, but it was much better than it had been before.

Breathing deeply Harry attempted to focus his magic towards his eyes once again, after a few seconds he stopped annoyed. Only for the room to flare to life with magic seconds after he stopped trying, before instantly fading away again.

It was going to be a long day...

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Thankfully Harry was proved incorrect as only an hour later he was finished, he hadn't mastered it by any stretch of the imagination. But he had learned to deactivate it anytime it flared, though he still couldn't seem to turn it on. But as he pushed open the door to the chamber and caught sight of Remus, he was too happy to think of anything else. Harry immediately found himself standing beside Remus and hugging him around the waist.

It had only been about ten minutes for Remus, but for Harry it had been longer. He hadn't been without Remus since he rescued him from Dudley a few days ago. Remus smiled and patted Harry a few times, before his enhanced senses picked up the smell of damp urine. Remus chuckled softly and ignoring Harry's halfhearted protests lifted him into his arms, where he quickly carried him to the room Gringotts had declared his.

His status and abilities apparently made him really important to Gringotts, and there was also apparently the way he treated them. They had given him his own personal room, that could be used anytime he was in Gringotts. They had also supplies it with furniture, and to Harry's embarrassment a changing table already stocked with his size supplies.

A quick change later and Harry and Remus were walking down the street,

"Lets start with your uniform, and maybe some normal clothes as well," said Remus, nodding toward a large building.

Harry's gaze wandered over to it and he read the sign, it said: Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Harry wondered what Remus meant by uniform, but quickly realized that everyone must wear a basic outfit. Harry couldn't help but also wonder, what else he would need to get, it wasn't like he had a list or anything.

“How do you know what I need Remus?” questioned Harry

“Oh right, I forgot that you haven't seen the list yet,” muttered Remus reaching into his coat and pulling out some parchment, “Here.”

Harry unfolded the parchment and allowed his gaze to wander down the sheet, reading everything that he would need. Most of it seemed pretty basic, cauldron, ingredients, books, clothes, and everything else he assumed he would need.

“Thanks Remus,” said Harry pocketing the list.

Remus nodded and pushed gently lead Harry into Madam Malkin's shop. Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve. She smiled and nodded at Remus before her gaze shifted to Harry, “Hogwarts dear?” she questioned gently.

“Yah,” answered Harry quietly.

“We also need some clothing made, basic shirts and jeans of a few different colors, and anything else you think a young boy would need,” said Remus.

Madam Malkin nodded and said, I'll measure him for bother at the same time, but I'll send the clothes along later.”

With that Madam Malkin went back to the fact the young boy was going to Hogwarts.

“Got the lot here...another young man being fitted up just now, in fact.” she said looking him up at down before motioning him to follow.

Harry and Remus followed Madam Malkin into the back, where they spotted a boy and Remus immediately stiffened. Harry's beast abilities told him Remus's wolf was howling at him to leave the building, and that fighting it was incredibly difficult for him. Harry didn't know what the pale, pointed face boy standing on the footstool had to do with it, but knew Remus needed to leave.

“I've got this Remus, why don't you go get my books, and any others you think might help, make sure you get at least one on law,” said Harry with a small smile.

Remus nodded at him and smiled thankfully before practically running from the shop. Harry turned and climbed up onto the free footstool. Madam Malkin stood over him, slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," said Harry shortly, something about the boy pounding at his danger sense.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to took at racing brooms. I don't see why
first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

Harry was strongly reminded of Dudley and frowned mentally, even as he did so knowledge suddenly filled his head. The wands chose the wizard, so the mother looking at wands was completely useless. Also if the boy believed he could bully his father into buying him a broom, than the boy's father must be quite some pushover.

"I though the wand chose the wizard, so why is your mother looking at them?” questioned Harry

“Oh,” said the boy his checks flushing, “She just wants to make sure Ollivander's sells me the best wand possible for a pureblood of my standing.”

“Ah, I see,” said Harry with a nod, more knowledge about pureblood customs suddenly entering his mind.

“Also, your father,” began Harry.

“What about my father?” growled the pale boy.

“Is he normally an easy pushover? If not than how do you expect to get a broom, when you know he won't cave in?” questioned Harry

“I...I...It's not important,” said the boy flushed before he quickly asked, “So do you own a broom?”

"No," said Harry.

Madam Malkin who was trying to ignore the conversation above them suddenly pushed a pin too deep, she patiently waited a few seconds for the boy to cry out in a whine like all did. Only for nothing to happen, which was odd because she had pinned him pretty high up almost at his waist. Waving her wand Madam Malkin cast a detection spell, too see if the boy had metal on him or something.

Things like that were important to the clothing she made for him. Only to blink as her readings came back, it had been a long time since she had seen something like this. But it sure explained when he hadn't felt the pin, with a small smile she made a mental note. Anything he ordered would need room for a diaper to be worn underneath without being seen, even if it had expanded to full capacity.

Maybe some order blocking charms woven into the robes and clothing would also be helpful. Madam Malkin figured this would all be something to do, after all this was Harry Potter, and anyone with a problem like her little brother had been cursed with, could use a little help sometimes.

"Play Quidditch at all?"

"No," Harry said again, as a faint image of his father flying on a broom flashed through his mind.

"I do...Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"

"No," said Harry, wondering if Gidoen had been removed from duty, but a quick flash of his father putting on the hat told him it was not so.

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been...imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

"Mmm," said Harry, wondering who on earth wouldn't want to be in Helga's house.

She had been a powerful witch with incredible knowledge of creature's and healing. Suddenly a phrase from a book his father had read filled his mind, misfits, really? Was that what people believed Helga had been, a misfit? Sighing mentally Harry wondered how much the wizarding world knew about the founder's was true, maybe he should use his knowledge to set some of the records straight.

"So, where are your parents?” questioned the boy sneering

"They're dead," said Harry shortly. He didn't feel much like going into the matter with this boy.

"Oh, sorry," said the other,. not sounding sorry at all. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"

"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."

"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?"

But before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin said, "That's you done, my dear," and Harry, not sorry for an excuse to stop talking to the boy, hopped down from the footstool.

"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," said the drawling boy.

Harry left Madam Malkin's and quickly met up with Remus outside of one of the smaller stores. Remus held quite a few packages in his arms, at least triple the number of books that had been on the list. Harry took half and together they made their way to the trunk shop, where Remus told him he should buy a better trunk than a standard one.

So with Remus's help Harry picked out a more sturdy and useful trunk, it had multiple compartments and excellent security. It opened only when he put his finger on the sensor, which took his fingerprint and scanned his magical signature. The trunk had a large basic compartment, a compartment to store completed potions and ingredients, and a large walk-in compartment.

The walk-in compartment had been built to Remus's specifications. It had a bedroom, study that was also a library, and a living room with a kitchen and an empty room, spelled for dueling. It cost almost triple the price of a normal trunk, but Remus was sure it would serve him well. They quickly put everything they had bought so far, into the normal compartment and left the store.

Their next stop was to buy some parchment and quills, which Harry made sure to buy exactly what he wanted. He bought an auto-notes quill, special parchment to write his essay's and any homework on, and an ink impervious to water.

Next they stopped at the Apothecary, where Harry bought a full potions set, a normal first year potions kit, a few extra ingredients, and some special books from the Apothecary specifically for potion care, brewing methods and the like. Harry couldn't figure out why something like that wasn't on the list, it would be dead useful in his opinion.

Outside the Apothecary, Harry checked the list again.

"Just my wand is left,” he said.

Remus's nodded but steered Harry towards a different store. Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-bright eyes. Harry now carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wind. He couldn't stop stammering his thanks, which Remus found rather funny.

“Just Ollivander's than, he makes the best wands and you Harry will need the best if your school year is anything like the rest of your life has been,” said Remus with a small smile.

A magic wand... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to. The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair that Remus sat on to wait. Harry felt strangely as though he had
entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to him and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling.

For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic. Suddenly Harry's senses flared to life and he spun around knowing someone was behind him. He immediately screamed and covered his eyes though as his sight activated and practically blinded him, the magic of all the wands hurting him worse than looking at the sun.

“Mr. Potter!” exclaimed someone shocked.

“I'm okay,” muttered Harry as he slowly opened his eyes.

“Magical Sight, most impressive Mr. Potter,” said a soft voice that Harry assumed was Ollivander.

His vision slowly cleared to reveal an old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Hello," said Harry blushing slightly embarrassed by his previous display.

"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."

Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Harry. Harry wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy.

"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it...it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."

Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. Harry could see himself reflected in those misty eyes.

"And that's where..."

Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger.

"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly.

"Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands... well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do...."

"Well, now Mr. Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"

"Er...well, I'm right-handed," said Harry.

"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head.

As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.

"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. just take it and give it a wave."

Harry took the wand and, feeling foolish, waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.

"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try –"

Harry tried...but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.

"No, no -here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."

Harry tried. And tried. He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.

"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere...I wonder, now...yes, why not...unusual combination...holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

Harry took the wand, raised it high in the air above his head, and brought it swishing down through the dusty air...nothing happened. Harry was disappointed, but it appeared if anything Ollivander was even more happy than he had been before. Harry watched as Ollivander rushed past them and flipped the sign on his door to closed, he than turned and faced Harry. A massive smile on his face and his hands rubbing together excitedly.

“I have a feeling no wand here will work for you Mr. Potter, so I now have the task of making you a custom wand,” said Ollivander happily.

Harry blinked a few times, but didn't get a chance to ask anything as multiple boxes appeared on the ground by Ollivander. Who quickly opened them all, took a quick glance and than moved aside before looking at Harry.

“Please reach into these boxes, with your right hand, without looking, and pull out whatever makes your hand feel warm,” said Ollivander with another wide grin.

Harry glanced over at Remus, who looked a little confused, but nodded his consent anyways. Harry moved forward his diaper, that thankfully was still dry, crinkling slightly as he bent down in front of the first box. Harry didn't even look up to see if Ollivander had heard anything, he knew his diapers would crinkle at Hogwarts so he needed to get used to pretending it wasn't him.

Harry reached into the box and felt around, his hand passed over what appeared to be blank after blank of wood, which would obviously be used for his new wand. After a few seconds his hand tingled and he felt two blanks of wood slap into it, blinking he pulled them both out and handed them to Ollivander. Ollivander looked surprised that two blanks of wood had been drawn, but it was the type of wood that shocked him.

“You have two different woods here Mr. Potter, they are both from trees that are now only myth, the first from the Nemus ni Vita, and the second from the Nemus ni Nex, Tree of Life and Tree of Death respectively,” explained Ollivander.

Harry blinked a few times, he had wood from extinct ancient trees, just how more weird was he going to get. Sighing Harry moved over to the next box and reached in, this time his hand tingled instantly and was filled with three different vials. Pulling them out he handed them to Ollivander, who gasped and held them in shock.

“You have three different core materials Mr. Potter, Phoenix Tears, Dragon Blood, and a Nundu Fang,” said Ollivander bluntly.

Harry was too shocked to talk, Helga's knowledge covered all three of those creatures, and knew that they were incredibly rare materials. Sighing he moved to the last box, where he reached in and after a few seconds pulled out a small bottle of oil. Ollivander nodded and took it, placing it down with the rest he turned towards Harry.

“Your wand will be ready in a day, I will floo you when it is done,” said Ollivander.

Ollivander than gathered everything, turned and rushed into his back room. Harry and Remus blinked at each other before shrugging, it was time to go home. They exited the shop, and after walking a bit found themselves walking through the Leaky Cauldron, and onto the street. Where they quickly walked back down an alleyway, and vanished once again with the painful squeezing feeling...