I’m thinking this bunny should run between 4 and 5 chapters. After that I hope to be able to get back to my stories I am already working on. Later on I can go back through and flesh out each chapter and either turn it into its own story or a long one shot.
Now for the next chapter
Chapter 2
Waking up the next morning, Harry had no clue what time it was. Throwing the blanket off he grabbed for his glasses from the table and slid the lever back up until it stopped. Blinking the spots out of his eyes as the light suddenly became bright he stretched.
Looking up quickly he smiled as he saw his parents smiling back at him from their portrait. “Morning,” he smiled as he pulled his carry all over and enlarged the compartment with his new clothes in it. Pulling out a change of clothing he flipped the lid closed so he could open it back up and get his toiletries out. “I’m going to go clean up before we continue, if that’s okay?”
“That’s fine Harry,” James took in the old oversized clothes his son was wearing. “Before we get back into our history lesson, we’ll have to figure out where we can stock up on some food. You’ll have to risk going outside the trunk long enough to stock up for a week or two.”
“It seems we were betrayed before we could stock the trunk with non perishable foods,” Lily frowned slightly.
Harry smiled gleefully, “I have that covered Mum.” Pointing to his camera bag shaped carry all he bought, “I snuck into the camping store while Hagrid took me around Diagon Alley and bought a month’s worth of food.” Looking down he told them, “I wasn’t sure the Dursley’s wouldn’t lock me up without food again. Maybe starve me totally this time to keep me from going to Hogwarts.”
“The Dursley’s?” James asked as he looked at his wife questioningly.
“My Sister Petunia?” Lily asked Harry. When she saw him nod she could not keep the furious look off her face, “That vile, spiteful shrew.” Seeing the stunned look on her sons face she shook her head, “She will get hers, especially for breaking the vow to each other we took when we were children.”
“You were not supposed to go to them Harry,” James shook his head. It was worse than he thought if Albus took Harry to Petunia’s. “We’ll talk more after you clean up and get something to eat Harry…Go on.”
Once Harry had gone into the bathroom and closed the door James looked at Lily, “he is not going anywhere near that bastard. We have no choice now. We need to prepare Harry to take back the ancestral Potter lands.”
Nodding in agreement Lily hissed out, “And call for the Dementors to suck out the Dursley’s miserable souls.”
An hour later Harry had finished eating all that he could, even though it was not as much as a normal breakfast for any reasonable youngster. Sitting back he smiled as he gazed at his parents, twirling the crystal cluster around his neck with his fingers he wondered why he felt lighter. “Something is different this morning. I feel lighter as if some pressure has disappeared.”
“That would be the pendants doing,” James told Harry. “Later in your lessons we will get into the different properties of gemstones and imbuing them with runes and magic. Let’s leave it for now that the protections that pendant provide you cleansed you of any charms or spells that were anchored to you.”
Seeing the scared look on her son’s face Lily smiled in comfort, “We can find out later if anything other than the parental tracking charm was placed on you.”
“Okay,” Harry felt better about the whole thing. Thinking about last night’s conversation he asked, “I am seeing that I have a lot of people after me, and they don’t have good intentions. So if we leave this Albus person for now, that leaves the Ministry which tried to kill off our family. Why?”
This would work into their plans to install Harry as Lord of the Potter lands once more. James nodded and rubbed his hands together in thought, “From what we have found out the Ministry back then wanted the lands our family ruled. It was one of the larger hidden islands in the North Sea just south of the Shetland Islands. We never did find out why the Ministry wanted it, but I think it had something to do with the fact that non magical people never knew it existed. From the dawn of magic the Potters warded and hid the island from all outsiders.”
“Then how did the ministry find out about it?” Harry asked as frowned in concentration.
“I have no clue,” James shrugged. “I grew up knowing that the Potters only had a small cottage here and there. Not the reason why. Because all the other old families had extensive estates and mansions that housed their families, and we more than had enough gold and wealth that we eclipsed the wealthiest of those families; but that all changed during our frantic search for a safe place to hide during the war. I discovered a secret that was lost about the family headship ring you now wear.” Pointing to the ring on his son’s finger, “in an old journal that had been damaged almost beyond being legible your mother discovered that the ring could open a portal to the Potter ancestral…well underground city would be the closest thing to describe it. When activated the ring opens a portal into a deep underground complex that must have been a fall back point for our family in case of disaster.”
“Here we found family records going back to the founding of your fathers line,” Lily smiled as she remembered the huge libraries. “Not only did we find journals and libraries of knowledge long thought lost to the world we found vaults full of enchanted items long lost to legend…Like the pendant of protection you now wear.”
“Along with the knowledge of how to use and create what we found there,” James chuckled at Lily’s look of rapture. He knew she was remembering the libraries.
“Then why didn’t you hide there,” Harry asked with the slightest hint of hurt in his voice.
“We planned to,” James scowled. “We had decided to hide under the Fidelius and once everyone knew how we hid we would then sneak out once our preparations for dealing with the Dementors had been finalized. What we did not take into account was we ran out of time before we could end the curse on the Dementors.”
“You see Harry,” Lily slumped. “Instead of killing the Potters way back then. The Ministry decided to use a goblin made war spell to turn every Potter hit with it into a wraith. Those wraiths are what eventually became the Dementors.”
“Even deep underground the effects of the Dementors could be felt as they patrolled the island around the prison the Ministry built.” James wrung his hands as he relieved the terrible decision to wait until morning to leave, one that in the end cost them too much. “The problem was until we had dealt with the Dementors it would not be safe to have you anywhere near them. Their very presence could have destroyed your mind.”
“And because we did not know how the pendants worked, and with the warning of not placing it on a child under four,” Lily let the tears she held back out. “We could not take a chance of you dying before we could break the curse on the Dementors returning them back to their rightful form.”
“We needed another week Harry,” James looked sick at the thought. “The ritual to return the wraiths to their real form would have been completed and instead of being the last of the Potters there would have been almost eighty Potters again.”
“Not only that we would have taken control of Island once more and have been safe,” Lily let out a small sob for what could have been.
Glancing down at the ring on his finger Harry asked, “So what do I need to do to take control of Potter Island?”
Looking up in thought, James went over what he remembered, “Tapping the top of the head ring while…” James stopped his explanation to look at his son. “First rule you need to always remember when creating a portal with your headship ring; is to never create a portal while in this trunk. The magic’s are incompatible and I have no idea what would happen. But it would not be comfortable, might be downright messy.” Seeing Harry gulp and nod his head quickly he smiled, “I was able to find two locations in old journals the headship ring would take you. The first is to a large park like area. Tapping the top of the ring while saying ‘Potters Retreat’ will open a portal to the common area in the middle of the park; a good thing if you want more than yourself to go through the portal.”
“Speaking of which,” Lily smiled as she interrupted her husband’s explanation, “The portal will always close after the ring bearer goes through. So if you do let someone go through a portal you create make sure you are the last one through or you will leave them behind.”
Nodding in agreement James continued, “The second location is where the ward and heart stones are located. This is the one you want to call forth when you leave here, because this is where you will take control of the Potter lands from. The activation phrase is ‘Potters Heart’.”
“Okay,” Harry repeated mentally several times both phrases and where they would take him. “So I walk through the portal to the room that controls the defenses and shields…then what?”
“On one of my many trips to the underground fortress,” James smiled as he grabbed his wife’s hand. No need to tell Harry that some of the trips were fun in nature. “I set in motion certain enchantments that would siphon off magical energy to power the protections once activated. Because of the fact the protections had been down for over seven hundred years the act of powering them could leave an adult drained of magic for months.”
“Plus we did not know for sure if we would be the ones to activate those protections,” Lily watched Harry take in every word they both spoke. “James set the core taps to charge up the defensive wards from the Ley lines that converge under the Island, they should be fully charged by now.”
“They should be,” James agreed. “What you will need to do his make a shallow cut on the palms of both hands and touch your bloody palms to each of the blinking crystals. After your blood ties the protections to the Potter line once more, the crystal ward stones will stop blinking and glow intensely. Once that happens, you will find on the center table a place that you can fit both your hands. Once you place your bleeding hands in the depressions the protections will become active once more and you will have total control.”
“After that it should be more than safe to take your time removing the curse from those Potter’s turned into Dementors by the Ministry,” Lily told him with a gleam in her eyes. “Revenge on the Ministry and Albus can be planned in leisure later. First we need to catch you up in magic with what you would have been taught if we weren’t killed.”
After some thought and embracing the warm feeling that overrode any misgivings with his mothers words of getting revenge on those that had decimated his family or the fact people placed him in an environment filled with hate, Harry nodded as he came to the realization that the revenge his parents wanted to take was something he could live with. “How hard is it to learn to do whatever it is I need to do to end the curse on our family members?”
“You just have to close the circle with a small Mythril block once one of the cursed enters the pentagram,” James smiled as it was plain to see that his son would not shirk his duties to family. “Your mother and I inscribed all the runic clusters to be permanent in the small ritual room we chose, just in case the ministry would ever try to curse the Potter line with that particular curse in the future.”
“That is the other reason the Ministry wanted the Potter lands and the Potters out of the way,” Lily looked at Harry. When he looked back she tried to convey how serious the secret was, “The Ministry wanted control of and access to Mythril. Mythril is a perfect magical conductor and only Potters had the secret to it.”
“Did they ever get the secret?” Harry asked as he moved to clean up the room so he could leave.
“As far as I have been able to tell,” James watched Harry clean up in confusion, “they never did get their hands on any Mythril. I Know for a fact that they never breached Underhill, if they had there would have been no Potters to continue the line.”
Looking around to make sure he had not left anything behind, Harry pulled the carry alls strap over his head and settled it on his right side, “Right then. I need to move the trunk as I don’t think it is safe here under the train station platform. So I might as well go straight to the island and raise the protections.” Looking at his parents who were nodding in agreement he smiled, “Is there a way to take you outside the trunk with me? Or maybe some way to talk to you will outside the trunk?”
“The mirrors?” Lily asked her husband.
“They might work,” James mussed as he gazed into the room. “We never did get around to testing that feature.” Looking back at his son he pointed to the bottom of their frame, “Harry, if you look closely at the bottom of our frame you will see an indentation. There’s a drawer under the couch nearest to our frame that will have two small mirrors inside. One you can carry in your pocket and the other should fit in the indentation.” Seeing Harry retrieve the two mirrors he nodded, “Those are the two. Now the one that fits in our frame, once you have it in the slot give it a half turn to activate it.”
Pushing the small mirror into the depression, Harry turned it to the right and frowned as it refused to move. Twisting it to the left though left him smiling as it moved easily and with a loud click locked into place, waving to his parents He made his way up the steps, once near the top he slid the two locks to the open position and opening the trunk lid before climbing the rest of the way out. Looking around carefully he slid out of the trunk and closed the lid quietly. Once out and making sure the coast was still clear Harry placed his left hand on the trunk lock and whispered, “Form up.”
Gazing for a moment at the bracelet that a second before was his trunk he mouthed the word ‘wicked’ before slowly making his way to the side of the platform. Listening for any steps or sounds of people milling around Harry peaked his head out from under the platform and not spotting anyone stood up and looked across the platform. Not seeing anyone he smiled as he pointed his hand off to one side and tapped it while saying, “Potters Heart!”
Feeling a heat from somewhere in his chest racing down his arm and to his hand, Harry could not help himself as he spotted a glowing door appear before going clear, “WHOA…WICKED.” Cringing and quickly looking around to see if anyone heard him he turned back to see the door turn clear and a room on the other side. Deciding to move quickly he took a deep breath and trusted in his parents and walked through the door.
Looking behind him he noticed the doorway was no longer there. Turning his head slowly he blinked several times in pain as the crystals blinked with an almost too much for his eyes to handle bright glow. Opening the flap of his carry all he enlarged the compartment he had placed his potion ingredients in and pulled out the small knife. Gathering his courage Harry slowly tried cutting his palm, not getting any blood he winced as he cut deeper. Quickly, before the pain he knew was coming hit him as he saw his blood well up from the shallow gash he made with the knife; he cut his other palm and dropped the knife as the pain hit. Walking to the closest blinking crystal he touched it with both bloody hands. Feeling the pain start to fade, he had to look through his eyelids as the crystal flared into life. Quickly moving to the next one he left two bloody handprints on each before moving to the center of the room and the table. Placing his hands in the two depressions he kept his eyes on the table so as not to accidently look into one of the painfully bright crystals.
Feeling the heat once more build up in his chest and travel down both arms, Harry felt his hands get very warm. Wincing as he refused to pull his hands back as they grew hot, he stumbled as his hands were pushed off the surface of the table. Glancing down at his hands, he was surprised to see that they were not burned; in fact he could not find a hint of the cuts. Working his fingers back and forth he smiled in relief when nothing hurt. Noticing that the room was not as bright as it had been a few moments ago, Harry blinked back his surprise as he saw the crystals were behind some strange energy shield that brought the light done to tolerable levels.
Glancing back down to the table he noticed fort the first time a map. Staring at the map he saw a golden glow race around the edge of the islands outline. Then to his shock he watched the line skip the outline and head off into what he assumed was the sea. “Mum, dad,” Harry called out after pulling the mirror from his pocket.
“It works,” the voice of James potter cackled from the tiny mirror.
“Of course it does James,” Lily chuckled in the background. “What happened Harry you sound confused?”
“There is a map in the center of the table,” Harry stared at the map as he pulled the mirror closer to his mouth without knowing it. “The strange thing is the glowing lines started to edge the island like I thought a shield would, but know there are racing off into what I thought was the ocean.”
“I always thought the island was too small to allow so many Potters to live comfortably on it,” James voice came across the mirror. “Harry I want you to try something.”
“Okay,” Harry told James as he watched the line make a turn.
“Using the finger your Potter ring is on, I want you to tap the map and say ‘Show me’,” James down in the trunk looked at his wife with a shrug.
Doing what his father asked him, Harry tapped the table with his index finger and forcefully told it, “Show me!”
“Way Wicked,” Harry let out as the table top shimmered and an image appeared. “WOW…”
Frustrated James tried to be calming as he asked, “Harry…what do you see?”
“The Island is huge,” Harry exclaimed. Not taking his eyes off the image he tried to explain what he was seeing. “The Island…it’s rising from the ocean. Its surrounded by this blue glowing dome of light…and after it’s out of the water the shield turns all sparkly as it showers the sparkles to the ground.” Voice sounding excited, “There is all kinds of plants and trees and stuff inside the shield. I wondered about that seeing the first image of the island that appeared on the table was of a rocky wasteland.”
“This Island is half the size of Scotland,” Harry exclaimed as he watched the line make a turn back towards the start.
“Half the size of Scotland,” James whispered in shock to his wife. Who looked just as shocked as he was.
Outside, high atop Azkaban prison, the warden stared in confusion as land rose out of the sea. A few minutes ago he and everyone else felt the ground shake and heard rumbling. Racing to the top of the prison he had been greeted with what he was watching now. The island was growing.
The rumbling stopped and he was about to order his men to fly over the newly risen landmass, that was when the high pitched screams started.
Looking around frantically he noticed most of the Dementors were smoldering. Not only that they were the ones doing the screaming. Then to his horror they started to fall down as a string of light left their bodies and raced across the sky to the same point in the far distance.
Not liking the fact that a group of Dementors had not been effected, in fact the group was the one that were the oldest according to records, he felt such a strong amount of fear it was all he could do to not run down the steps screaming. Then the mass of Dementors that were left looked back up at him and his men, the panic he had barely been able to hold back surged through him. Turning to take the first step in his run of fright he saw and explosion of white on the horizon. The last thought he had as the wave of light raced across the land was that it was coming from the center of the new landmass and that was were all that energy from the Dementors went to.
With an explosion of magic all those Dementors not of Potter blood dissolved as their magic and the energy that they had spent centuries of storing after feeding on hapless victims was used to fuel the shifting of the Island into a sub dimensional plane.
Amelia Bones, Head of the magical law enforcement division had responded with all her on duty forces at the first panic stricken calls for help. Now she stood at the magically hidden docks on the mainland staring between the piles of the guards and prisoners strewed hither and yon and the Island of Azkaban. Ordering her guards to stun and bind the prisoners she looked up and back in shock when one of her people yelled out.
The whole island looked like it was being sucked into itself before it disappeared from view, groaning as her headache grew to monumental proportions Amelia cursed, “Get those prisoners port keyed to the Ministry holding cells immediately. And Merlin help any of you if even one of those prisoners escapes.
Do not meddle in the affairs of Dragons
For thou are crunchy and taste good with Ketchup
