SP II

Autor Note: Finally the sequel is out!
I know, I know, it's been a long time, but I was busy - studying, reading other people's stories and stuff.
Enjoy!

C1: Wards


No. 4 Private Drive was dark and quiet.

As was every house in the street.

But it was different.


The other houses had no short and five cloaked figures standing before them, not that anyone would be able to see them.

These people were magical.

All but one not even human at all.

The leader of the four goblins handed a chest over to the lone wizard, who opened it immediately.


“Perfect...”, he whispered, as he let the gaze of his emerald eyes rest on the crystals inside.

“As per our contract, we'll be watching your work. If it's successful, it will be a revolution in warding.”, the old goblin said.

Harry smiled.

“Then let's begin.”


A wave of his empty hand caused the crystals to float out of the chest and position themselves around the house.

Then the wizard concentrated, holding his hands up before him, again they were empty.

Slowly a pulsing ball of magic formed in the air between his palms.


Ten minutes after the crystals left the chest, he unlashed the magic, which connected to the floating stones and encased the property into a dark blue glowing field, all but stopping the time inside.

Then glowing strings of emerald magic flowed from his fingertips, passing through the field, not even slowing down and into the house.

The wizard now had his eyes closed, working with magic only.


He sensed the web of magic, the wards of the house consisted of.

Erase this part, replace it with a new pattern, slightly change this, create a new connection to these sources of magic energy, interconnect this ward with that one, disconnect that part and reconnect it differently, create new parts, connect them.


It was two hours later, that the work was done.

Within Private drive only two seconds had passed.

The wards however were completely different than they had been before.

A slight wave of his hand had the time distortion field collapse into the crystals, which themselves floated back into the chest.


The goblin elder carefully took it back and in turn handed it to the youngest member of his group.

“As per contract, the goblin nation will keep them save and only use them to work on our own wards or with your permission. In turn, each time you want to use them, we get to observe your work.”

“The question is, will you be able to really use them?”, Harry asked. “It may be easy now to activate and sustain the time slowing field, but can you alter the wards inside?”


The goblin hesitated. They hadn't anticipated for a wandless skill to be used. They were able to easily recreate wanded spells with their own brand of magic, but this was different.

“What do you want in exchange for this knowledge?” There was no reason not to try. It was after all a more than useful skill.

“Knowledge of the same kind.”, the wizard replied.

“We will not teach you to finalise crystals like these.”, the goblin insisted.


“I merely seek to learn the basics of goblin magic.”, Harry replied. “How you wave charms, cast spells and throw hexes, enchant objects, forge magic into metal, even what you believe magic to be. Only the basics, of cause.”

It was nothing forbidden the wizard asked. It wasn't common either. If he had asked to be taught any advanced magics, than it would have been different, but he only asked what each young goblin learned, long before he became a warrior – which meant adult for them – and started a career, learning the secret magics of his craft.

“I don't have much time to spare.”, the old goblin cautioned.

“The exchange of knowledge will take but a couple of seconds.”, the young wizard promised. “You should be able to use the skill immediately after it with one string of magic, but it may take you some time to control it's movements.”


“Mind magics.”, the elder concluded. Sharing of memories to teach difficult skills wasn't uncommon within their society and every warrior knew at least basic occlumency. “Acceptable.”

Harry smiled and reached out with his hand.

“We will share this skill and the basics of goblin magic. Neither will attempt to take anything else, nor will either of us hold back on what was promised.”

“We will”, the goblin agreed, accepting the offered hand and raised the gaze of his mud-brown eyes to the emerald ones of the wizard.

For a couple of seconds the two of them froze.

Then the hands parted and the goblin concentrated on his palm, from which a thin line of glowing magic slowly and awkwardly rose.

“Curious.”, he murmured.


Harry in turn looked at his hand. His nails growing rapidly, till they reached a full inch in length.

Then a little wave of his hand transfigured some dirt from the pavement into a flock of small birds, which he directed to fly over to the park.

“It is a pleasure to conduct business with you, First Master Waver.”, Harry said.

“Likewise, Mr. Potter-Black.”, the goblin replied. “May your fault overflow with the fruits of your labour.”

“And your enemies fall under the edge of your blade.”, the young wizard replied. His godfather had already told him of the formal greetings the goblins used with those they regarded as equal. Failing to reply correctly would be insulting. It would mean he thought himself way more powerful than the one offering the greeting. That or being an impolite pig undeserving of respect.


He watched them leave per portkey, before he made his way back toward the house.

It was Saturday night, 23.30 and he was the only one there.

Dudley had taken his parents for a weekend-trip to wellness-centre on his orders and of course, he had paid it all.

It was worth it, to Harry.

He reviewed the wards, finding them perfect, before he went into the ward chamber, which was behind the back wall of the cupboard under the stairs – enlargement charms were quite useful there.

After making sure everything was perfect, he added another set of wards, putting layer over layer on top of the existing ones.


Now beyond other things, they were not only protected from magical attacks and dark wizards and witches, magical people simply couldn't find them anymore, without him telling them were they lived – a specialised fidelius charm. Also muggles weren't able to see magic used on the property anymore, except they were either direct blood relatives of a magical keyed into the wards or of Harry's blood.

Meaning only Petunia and Dudley could see him using magic anymore.

Also the wards were no longer powered by his blood protection.

Instead they drew magic from the ground, all people and animals anywhere near and a artefact, which was connected to what Harry came to think of as a dimension with a higher magical pressure.


He had discovered it completely unintentional.

All he did was enlarging his trunk way more than he should have been able to according to Hermione's arithmancy calculations.

It seemed, he had enlarged the space into that other dimension, which gave him access to the other dimensions magical energy.

In turn, he had created several artefacts, witch he was now using as energy sources for his wards.


He had already warded the homes of all his friends.

Death Eaters attacking them would be in for a nasty surprise, given most of his wards were of his own design, really hard to break and self regenerating.

Meaning even if they somehow broke them, which was hard if you didn't know any specifics of the wards you had to break, nor how to break similar wards, a couple of seconds later they would raise themselves again.


He had also visited his godfather, Sirius Black at Grimmrauld Place.

The house was now a good place to live in, thanks to Kreacher.

The house-elf was easily able to keep it clean, now that he regularly renewed his bond with the family.


Sirius and his 'guest' Draco Malfoy, who was hiding there from his father and all other Voldemort supporters, were well and training hard for several hours each day.

They used a basement-room, which was heavily re-enforced and warded for their spellcasting and duelling training.

Sirius had yet to best Draco in one of these duels, but the Slytherin claimed it was only a matter of days till 'the dog' was lucky and got him once.

Having trained the blonde himself and seen his godfather fight, Harry thought it was not bloody likely.

Sirius wasn't even on S-class minimum requirement yet, but going there fast.

Besides, the old Marauder got his young cousin with enough pranks to make up for it – although he was the one with pink hair when Harry arrived.


Now Harry had to start another one of his plans.

Gathering everything he needed, he looked around in his 'room'.

What once had been the smallest bedroom in the house was now a spacious flat with two bedrooms, a study, a bathroom, a workshop and a potions laboratory - the last two were heavily warded and locked, so only he could get in.

Not that anyone would have tried.

Of his relatives only Dudley dared to set foot in the 'freak's room', since he told them he was now allowed to use magic as he wanted.