Dimension 2 (Patreon)

27th July, 1994.

The first order of the business for the day was to buy more clothes, for example he needed towels, and bathrobes, as the wardrobe set didn't have them.

He brushed and showered as early as he could.

He was at breakfast table by half past seven, devouring the tasty meal prepared by Milly. He hasn't purchased subscription for Daily Prophet till now, but he would have to, and probably Quilber too. He wouldn't dare to upset the Luna of his world, a fond chuckle left his lips as he thought about the blonde.

He was happy to see that the elves were dressed into blue uniform that looked good and comfortable at them. They didn't resembled a malnourished slave illegally purchased from a shady wendor. He has noticed that they looked happy, that was a sign of their contentment with his magic and behaviour.

He finished his breakfast and was ready to leave the house, he'd have to connect the floo for transport services. That meant a trip to ministry, which he was trying to avoid at every cost. He didn't want to enter the ministry without an identity proof, and declare himself as the Lord of one of the most ancient house of Wizarding world.

So, his first stop should be Madam Malkin's, next the identity theif in Knockturn alley, and then maybe to buy some material for rituals and potions, he wanted to stock up a few of the later for emergency usage.

He apparated away from the house, and appeared at apparation point of Diagon alley. Not wasting any moment he moved forward toward Madame Malkin's, but turned his steps toward the familiar shop of Twilfitt and tattlings, he quickly bought what he intended and moved out of their. He didn't want to join the afternoon crowd, that would be troublesome and some.

His next stop would be Slug and Jiggers, the apothecary had an extensive amount of ingredients available for Potions, that could also be used for Rituals.

He was looking more toward the ingredients for potions, rituals ingredients were hard to get. Even in his time, where it was a popular topic. For potions, he needed Pepper-ups, Skele-grow, Growth-inducing formulas, Blood-replinishers, Nutrition potions, Antidotes to common and uncommon posions, and more.

He started venturing toward shelves. Three jars of Bicorn horns, five packs of madrake roots. Most healing and antidote used mandrake as a base. Two jars of Burbotuber pus, two full stack of wormwood, two full pack of dittany leaves and two 60 ml vials of the drops, for healing potions. Dragon liver was bit costly but necessary. Puffer-fish, red spider and chomping cabbages weren't hard to find.

Cobra fangs, Nettle, Valerian and more standard ingredients were required too.

Harry knew these ingredients will cost him a small fortune, it wasn't easy to make healer-grade potions at home. They had the extensive budget of big institution such as Hogwarts or St. Mungo's. Harry had to spent his own money in these ingredients. But Harry knew, with the current environment of Wizarding world these potion would find their need somehow.

Powdered Griffin claws were as costly as Dragon liver, and Dragon blood wasn't available. Harry flicked his wand and his purchase stacked neatly behind the counter, the shopkeeper looked at his purchase greedily.

He started collecting last of his ingredients quickly, he would have to buy a few cauldrons, scales and other instruments needed for Potion making. Monkswood, powered roots of asphodel, cursed arm bone of vampires and flobberworm were last of the ingredients he required. The rest had been collected by hand picking between important ingredients.

It was a laborious process, he had stocked most of the potions he needed in Grimmauld place and he'd have to do it again. Damn that summoner, only if he could get his hand on them. The final sum he had to pay was 180 Galleons and 2 Sickles. A small fortune indeed.

The shop keeper had been on the cloud nine after seeing his purchase, it was neatly packed, and Tinny appeared to take it back to Grim manor. He would have to change the interior of one of rooms on the first floor to make it more airy, that's how he wanted his potion lab to be.

Unlike the bloody bat, Severus Snape, who liked a gloomy dark room with no room to let out smoke as Potions labratory, Harry liked an open-airy space with natural light to make potions.

Same was true for his ritual room, although he didn't use glass panels as they tend to be transparent, and nearly half of those rituals required him nude, specially if he was experimenting on himself.

He entered the shop selling potion-making equipments, he strolled into the shop and started checking a few of the cauldrons. Satisfied with their quality, he started picking required equipments with ease. Two usual bronze cauldrons; number three and five, One silver cauldron; number five, One collapsing cauldron; number 5, One gold cauldron; number 5, One brass cauldron; number 4, One silver scale, a full set of glass and crystal phials, One set of obsidian mortar and pestle. Pewter were only great for beginners, school level potioning could be easily handled by them.

But healer-grade or alchemist-grade required specific twicking, it was truly a mystery why a skilled potioneer such as Snape didn't show any interest for Alchemy. But it wasn't mystery at all at the same time, the man's narrow vision of the world and racist personality wouldn't put him in good books of many.

Even his mentor in Switzerland had cautioned him to keep an open eye, if he truly wanted to learn basic of alchemy. The most crucial and founding practices were sometime seen as dark-natured by Light families across the globe. Add rituals to that mix, and you've a perfect-looking dark practices, according to those families.

Now, with his shopping for potions equipment and ingredients cleared out of schedule, he need to travel to Knockturn alley for ritual ingredients, some of the basic thing such as unicorn horns and deer antlers were easily found in Slug and Jiggers. But for ingredients such as occamy egg, basilisk venom, demiguise eyes, and other things he would have to look into Knockturn alley.

He walked slowly, and with raised head as he passed the Gringotts, and entered the infamous Knockturn Alley. It was truly an adobe for the unwanteds, and Ministry let it be, a constant reminder that the Wizarding world wasn't a little piece of heaven on earth. It too had a dark side.

The vendors sold a variety of bizzare things, such as real-looking human fingers, shrunken heads, cursed candles, and other things. As he moved forward a number of hags and other creatures moved aside, he could still notice vampire eyeing him warily crouched in a corner beside the infamous Borgin and Burke's.

Yet his destination was fixed, Harry had roamed these streets for decades. He knew what to avoid, and what to acquire, his steps led him to a old shaggy-looking shop. The frame of the building was slanted to left, and it was clear that only magic was holding it together.

Before he could look into shady apothecary for ritual ingredients, he needed a solid indentity. So, he was here. The unknown seller of fake identity and other such services, the institution was direct link to black market. And not many people knew about it.

The shop was more or less considered as a illegal portkey supplying institution, only a few out of numerous patrons that visited here knew the truth. Harry has first came to know about institution through his contact in black market, he had a very trustable supplier of horned serpent and basilisk's parts, who required a new identity to travel back to Britain.

Harry had helped the fucking idiots, because he had been transporting his order of occamy eggshells, which were really expensive and valuable in rituals.

He stepped in the shop closing the door behind him, crossing the shelves filled with newspaper he entered another dimly litted hall. There were a few desks situated the wall infront, three wizards, one vampire and a goblin seated behind those desk.

He chose the further right desk and closed the distance to stand against it, the wizard looked up at him with a sneer.

"Have you got the membership? No, then no service." He spat out.

Harry eyed him impassively, before retrieving 2 Galleons, 11 Sickles, and 3 Knuts, and placed the amount on table. The wizard eyed the money hungrily, and with a quick snatch pocketed them.

"Which of the service you require?" He asked with a toothless grin, Harry shook his head before passing on a small piece of parchment.

The wizard eyed the parchment quickly before moving his chair a little back, he muttered something under his breath and swished his wand. A stack of parchments, scrapped together by what looked to be paper pins, came to his hand.

"P—ah, here it is." The wizard said silently, his ran his finger over a few names before pressing on a single name.

To Harry's surprise his name was already added to the list, it seem whoever had used that ritual to call him here was strong enough to cast a area wide spell with the ritualistic magic. These type of rituals were not that usable, the rate of their success was too low, and the requirements of host's magic was too draining.

"Your name is already added to Wizarding census, my lord. You don't need identification papers," The wizard added the obvious.

"What you do need, is papers of migration. Out of the isle and back in, there's nothing on you except your name, parents' name and date of birth." Harry could clearly see that. He let out a sigh of relief, no matter how many wizards used fake identity to do shady shits and never gets caught, he didn't want to risk that. If his identity was safe with ministry, then only documents he needed was migration's.

"Then I want migration stamps, Britain to France, France to States, and from States to back. I want them fool proof, no amount of scrutiny must reveal their true nature." Harry said with a stony face, and passed 15 Galleons to the wizard.

The forgery expert looked as if holiday has came early, he quickly collected the money, and took out the document with his data.

"Give me a just half an hour, my lord, your migration stamp would be taken care of. It's much easier with that corrupt Fudge as the Head of department." The toothless man said and Harry stopped in his tracks, well that was a news for him.

He thought the man was at a high post in ministry, what with lackluster security of Diagon alley, even when a dark lord was on loose, and one such as Grindelwald.

Although the man didn't had much impact on Britain, as they had successfully repealed any chance of him consolidating his powere here. He had seen what fear Grindelwald's name brought to Switzerland, France, Belgium and other countries on the continent. It was same as Voldemort's fear in British population.

But if Fudge wasn't behind this, then the current minister couldn't be too sharp, or could be in pockets of darker families to let the alley be unprotected. Or could be too idealistic to assume that Grindelwald wouldn't attack them.

Harry shook his head of aery thoughts and moved to other side of the alley, he noticed a few wizarda scurrying out of a familiar bet shop. The betting ring was ran by an American goblin here, and was profitable if your luck worked with you, but costly if it worked against you.

He arrived at his destination very quickly, Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary, the shady branch of the building was one of the cleanest looking one in the whole alley, although the pungent smell of dried and preserved parts of animal was still there.

He entered the shop quietly, and started looking through shelves, the shopkeepers in this alley usually deal in illegal goods. Thus, they weren't that talkative. Harry had learnt that early in his time. Harry had to retrack his step, as the ingredients were arranged unorderly.

He started levitating the ingredients he needed; Willingly given—unicorn blood, basilisk scales, beating heart of a deer, vampire fangs, cobra venom, tongue of a water hydra and other things. It took him almost twenty minutes to collect them all, he simply placed them on the counter and the cashier billed it without asking any questions.

"250 Galleons and 23 Sickles." The man called out.

"I'll give you 210 Galleons, I happen to know the price of these in Turf Market." Harry argued without showing any emotion.

The man scowled at him but nodded, it was a lucky guess. The Turf market was proper black market, and most good sold there was of top quality due to cut-throat competition. There was also the case of anonymity, as there was no actual market named Turf market. It was a market ran through contacts, alliby and local vendors here in Knockturn alley.

Either through an owl order or a peddler will contact for the order placed, working as a middle man and keeping the business clean as possible.

The man swished his wand and the jars and glass containers were wrapped in paper, not as neat as Slug and Jiggers, but passable.

"Do you need the use of delivery service?" The man spat, clearly unhappy with his bargaining, as he paid him.

"No, It won't be needed." Harry whistled lowly, and the objects disappeared with a pop. A neat trick by Jimmy.

Harry exited the shop, and walked forward toward another shop. Now, it was time for a few objects he needed for Alchemy, the art was nearly dead in Britain but not in another part of world.

English Wixen thought it as simple means to goal, a subject that was solely dedicated to acquire a universal cure for all the disease in world, and Philosopher's stone was the solution for that. And while the former goal was correct, the latter was a bit biased, it was only after Flamel invented the stone that it became such an important part of subject.

Instead the subject was more about understanding the nature of diseases in Wizarding world; Blood curses, Magical Maladies, Lycanthropy, Old age, Cancer, and other fatal disease. Finding their root, destroying those roots to give Wizarding world a new life. It was essential part of the alchemy. But so was transformation of common objects to permanent results, unlike Transfiguration, the changes should remain permanent if done correctly.

Harry was adept with that, Dumbledore was also much more specialised in transformation based Alchemy rather than medicinal or plant-based. Harry was skilled at them all, but Transformation-based Alchemy was his forte.

And thus, he was here to get objects he would require to make changes to his potion lab and ritual room. He also wanted to impart a few important discoveries of his world here, they'd be essential to development of wizarding population here

The shop he chose was named as, "Eye for Stones". A wooden sign with a witch whose eyes were made of stone, hung over the shop. He entered the shop, it was a neat looking shop while still being in Knockturn alley, there were no shelves just a counter in the front.

Harry strode toward it, and a pale-looking man was sitting behind the wodden desk. The man grinned, and his long and sharp incisor confirmed Harry's theory. He was a vampire, one of the fews that owned a shop seperately. Normally vampire only owned a property in joint partnership with human or goblin, but here was one with vampire heritage.

When Harry scrutinized, he understood the vampire was the same man that owned the shop in his world. Somehow he was turned into a vampire here, or he was as such from the beginning. Just hid it better in his world.

"What can we do for you, sir?" The man asked in raspy voice.

"I want a few precious stones, original and usable." Harry added, it wasn't uncommon for shopkeeper in alley to sell fake commodities.

"Yes, of course. We only deal in authentic and usable gems, sir." The vampire replied easily.

"What gems do you want, sir?" He asked further.

"Ten quartz, twelve amber, two amethyst, two clear beryl, and one sapphire." Rest he could manage himself.

A trunk slide itself beside the counter, and the vampire started rummaging into it and started placing required stone on the counter in a stone case. It looked heavy, but was probably feather-charmed with extended space.

He has nearly spent 950 Galleons out of the 1500 he had retrieved, it seemed he would need to retrieve more. His shopping seemed extravagant but it was necessary, the ingredients would work for most rituals and alchemy practices. The wardstones would be costlier but Grim Manor probably had a new set of them, due to unused wards for centuries.

The last stone was placed in the box and it was extended forward. "275 Galleons." The vampire said.

Harry retrieved the amount and placed it on counter in a pouch. It was small fortune, but necessary pay.

Harry checked the stones before strolling out of the shop, and headed toward the forger shop.

He recieved the document he had came in for. The next and last stop was Gringotts, he called Jimmy as he left the shady alley, handed him the stones with instructions to where place them, and dismissed him.

(_-_-_X_-_-_)

Harry entered the Gringotts through the main gate, and reached to the teller.

"What's your business?" The gruff voice of goblin asked.

"Withdrawal, Vault number—342." Harry said in smooth tone.

The goblin looked up at him with wide eyes, "Of course, Lord Peverell. Griphook!"

The called goblin appeared with a grumpy face, he was informed of Harry choice and led him to his vault.

It was blood protected vault, his magic and a tiny drop blood would open the vault. He did so, and retrieved 500 Galleons. The travel back to top was much calmer, he reached the main hallway and wanted to quickly leave the building, but there was something he needed to know.

After much consideration he had decided that if he was here to live for a few years, even if he found the summoner, because honestly what would he return to? Teddy was already old enough to take care of himself, Hermione and Ron were also busy in their married life.

He would return to an empty Grimmauld place with no-one but himself to keep company, there was not much life left in that world. After Ginny he had lost a part of himself, and he knew he wouldn't dare to date someone else, not anyone knowing of his reputation.

They'd most likely try to date The-boy-who-lived, or the accomplished Lord Potter-Black. An alchemist with two Order of Merlins in two different fields, besides he was really proud of that, he had achieved that on his own.

So, here he was walking to Gripetooth office with Griphook, wanting to get a hand on James and Lily Will. Or look into adoption clause surrounding magical orphans, specifically war orphans.

As he passed the silver gates with ornate carvings, he noticed that Gripetooth office was much smaller than his grandfather's. But looked just the same, except there wasn't a higher floor or ritual basin. His accountant grinned at him, showing his full set of sharp jagged teeth.

"Lord Peverell, Well come." The litte creature said with a respectful nod.

Harry was a bit startled at this show of respect, but didn't show it outward. He just nodded him back as he took the seat across he black wooden desk, behind which the goblin sat. Griphook dismissed himself with a shory bow toward the other goblin.

"I promised that I'll sent you the contract and agreement papers at earliest, you didn't need to travel the long way till here to sign those papers." The goblin tutted arranging a stack of rolled parchments, before passing them on toward Harry.

Harry took the parchment from him and started reading the terms carefully, seeing that the papers were right, he quickly signed it with the quill Gripetooth gave him.

"It was not all Mr. Gripetooth, I was in the alley for early morning shopping of essential commodities. And needed to withdraw some coins, so decided to look into the papers." Harry replied back easily.

He bent forward, looking at the goblin with steady gaze. "I also want to know about living conditions of one of my few living relative, it was coincidentally that she's a minor. And as the bank policies says on adoption and magical inheritance, it comes under your criteria, so here I am."

"Oh, wonderful." The goblin replied without any elation in his voice. "And who might this mystery minor relative be, Lord Peverell?"

The goblin asked with keen intrest.

"Rose Lily Potter, Heiress of house Potter." He replied innocently, eyeing his companion with amuse eyes.

"Ah, our saviour." The Goblin retorted with amazed eyes.

"Yes, you see. Our lines were merged at some time, through marriage of IoInathe Peverell to Hardwin Potter." Harry quipped relaxing back into his chair.

"Thus, the girl is your family. A bit distant, but family nonetheless." Gripetooth contemplated with frown.

"Yes, and I wants to know about her whereabouts and living conditions. If she's comfortable where she lives then I'll leave her alone, with her none the wiser." Harry admitted.

Gripetooth glanced at him grimly, "Lord James Fleamount Potter, and his wife's will were burned in the explosion that blasted out af their home."

Harry's stomach fell, that meant same thing has happened here. Even in his own world, his father hadn't filed a will with Goblins, the last will wasn't made considering they'll die in near future.

"The whereabouts of Heiress Rose Potter is unknown, she is under the protection of Dumbledore, and he hasn't shared her place of residence or who adopted her with us.' The goblin gritted out, and honestly it was a insult to them, a institution that was directly responsible for keeping tab on adoption of magical children was kept in dark in case of a magical orphan.

Harry grimaced, the old man was working here with heavy hand, that could cause problems for Rose as it did for him. The Headmaster had invigorated the staunchest norm of what was evil and what was good, what was dark and what was light, who was trustworthy and who wasn't.

He wasn't against the man, but Dumbledore need to work to smoothens the tensions between magical races, and not roughen them up.

"I see, well... thank you for the information. I'll look into it for my satisfaction." Harry replied keeping his expression neutral.

"You do that, Lord Peverell. The Potter's account manager has alot of bones to pick with her guardian. Lieing thief, that Dumbledore." The Goblin spat his name with disdain of level Harry has never seen.

Harry nodded, and exited the bank.

He reached the apparation point and vanished silently, appearing at the lawn of his manor Harry strode forward.

Before he went looking for Rose, he had a few errands to run. The Potion lab, and wards were essential tasks for now. The current ward scheme was moderate at best, and with the plans he had in mind for future, they weren't adequate.

He needed to erect new wards, allign them properly, layering wards would do good for his security.

Fidelus wasn't an option, not when he didn't has any trusted friend here. That has to change in near future, to assure his future goals he would need a few trusted allies.

Him, Ron, Neville, Hermione and Luna had been enough. The five of them had been a solid unit, he and Hermione were academically exceptional, Ron was adept in pureblood traditions and strategy. Neville had a green hand and a respectable name behind him, and Luna was Luna. The girl was a good journalist when she put her mind to it, she has been able to dissect many lies of Dark faction with ease.

For now his focus was the potion lab.

(_-_-_X_-_-_)

Harry placed four Quartz in corner of the room he'll use as Potion lab, one for each corner. Then he positioned one Amber between each pair of Quartz, four in total.

It was pretty common alchemy practice, a process to tranfigure any space according to the sorcerer, permanently.

Harry had used it numerous time in Grimmauld place, and it has always worked perfectly for him.

Harry took out an obsidian bowl, opening a pack of powder chalk into it. With his right hand, he started drawing the intricates line connecting them. His staff was inclined to the wall on the left of the gate.

This process was a bit laborious as the lines needed to be perfectly straight, the shape after completed resembled a heptagram, but with long eight-points.

Harry placed the bowl and picked up his staff, and with a light wave of his staff, he conjured marble balls in the ten sections.

Perfect, he walked out of the space and started mumbling silently, the words he spoke were a mix of Greek and Latin. The incantation he used were well practiced, his simple next step to tap his staff on ground caused the white lines to lit up.

The magical outlet was grand, and Harry was basking in that. It's been long since his last practice of alchemy, and this was where he found satisfaction.

He strode forward and stood in the middle of the eight-point heptagram, he turned hsi staff horizontal and pushed it forward. The marble infront of him rolled forward, extending the reach of room. A 90 degree clockwise turn, and the wooden wall infront of him turned to glass, and with a single tap on marble they separated into partitions.

Harry backtracked and tapped three of the marbles on his right, they transformed into three seperate work-desk with burners and smoke pipe attached that led out of the house through the glass panels.

He focused on the middle marble on his left and followed the previous example, extending the space, but instead of glass panels this time the wall seperated into wooden sections with nothing inside them. The upper edge of the pannel extended, shading the windows from heavy rain and snow.

The sunlight was necessary, and the pannels would slow down the wind speed to minimal. It would be dissipate the smell of stored ingredients.

With remaining marbles Harry transfigured one of the remaining two walls into a walk in closet, with shelves upon shelves in the extended space. It would be used to store his potion ingredients.

At last he sighed in relief, now with tiring job done, Harry would let his elves arrange the room.

It was time for wards now, Ritual room' could be completed tomorrow, after he has checked on Rose.

He exited the room and called out Timmy, the little elf was eager to serve him.

"Stock the potions lab with the ingredients I've brought from the apothecary in Diagon alley. Leave the box of Knockturn alley aside." He instructed.

"Yes, Master Peverell." The elf squeaked with a eager nod.

"Call me Master Harry, if you must use the honorics." Harry replied quickly before climbing down the stairs.

He exited the manor from the gate, and tracked down the centre of ward stones.

It was just beneath a crooked yew tree, and Harry could feel the magic of ward interacting with the tree's core. Intresting.

Harry put that for later, and made a circle on ground with his staff. A tap, and that section lifted above the rest of ground. And there was the wardstone, runes etched on it.

It was a rough-edged rectangular stone with a length of two metres, and breadth of two and a half metres. There were two lines of runes etched on it, each single rune on the upper case parallel to another one on lower case.

An efficient ward scheme, if a bit rudimentary and old. They can't be breached by ordinary wixens, but Death eaters were rarely ordinary. It needed updating.

Harry placed staff vertically on the ground, and it stayed there, standing. He revealed his wand for the first time after leaving the Diagon alley, he was happy with the magical focus and could see it's benefits.

Small, compact, easy to cast simpler spells, easy to erect wards, and most of all, quick in duels. The staff had introduced him to new side of the magic', the spells that the staff allowed him to use were too complex to cast with a wand, but it also resulted in slow casting. As the large size of it barred him from using fast movements, the simplest movement was a tap, and he couldn't possibly use it to cast every spell known to him.

So, here he was. With his new wand he started casting on the ward stones, and the two lines of rune etched on it vanished. Harry had a plan in mind for the wards.

Four layer wards were rare and notoriously impossible to break into, he knew how to erect one with, it should be well thought.

The first layer ought to be a sensory ward, it would identify the individual interacting with the ward, by any means possible, even entry. People allowed in his home would simply be acknowledged and let through, but intruders would set the alarm off.

The second layer would come into effect now, it would close down with a nasty twist. The intruder would see his magical core drained, the limit would be four time that of an ordinary wizard. Even Dumbledore's core was as large as thrice the size of average wixen, and the ward would target each individual seperately.

The third layer would be a blood ward, even if someone somehow broke through first two, they would have to sacrifice blood to go through the third if the wards didn't recognised them. A lot of blood.

That meant the fourth layer was only a failsafe, it wouldn't activate untill the rest three layers were breached. It worked same as a dementor's aura, it would suck out the happiness and any good feeling out of its victim. Also the magic related with that, it would quite possible kill the intruder if the third or second layer didn't do that.

Ah the wonder of wards.

Harry started with the third layer, the layer with least number of runes, three. Any efficient warders knew that Arithmancy and Runes went hand in hand, the number of runea affected the ward as much as its type.

Absorb—Blood. Intruder. Full.

The three runes took their respective places.

Next, the Second layer. With seven runes it was quite strong, one of strongest if he did it perfectly.

Intruder. Presence. Magic. Core. Drain. Multiple. Four.

A drop of his blood, and his magical presence. His was the wardmaster now, it was a tricky job if you weren't erecting it for yourself.

Perfect, now onto the first layer. Again, Seven runes.

Sense. Sense. Acknowledge. Welcome. Intruder. Warn. Trap.

The Trap at end was for a nasty twist, the stronger intruders would be able to break out of it. But weaker, inexperienced intruders would find themselves confined between wards. No way to enter, nor to exit.

Now onto the last layer, and trickiest of all. He would need thirteen runes on this one. Just to be on safer side.

Harry started etching with quick a jab of his wand.

Security. Breach. Emotion. Foundation. Drain. Light. Emotion. Drain. Magic. Core. Mulitiple. Warder. Safe. Acknowledge.

He had to last three Runes to adjust the ward, so that they didn't drain emotions of anyone inside the ward.

He tapped on the ward stone and the rune shone bright blue, before they could settle Harry added his magic to it. Accustomed it to his core permanently.

He sat on the ground tired, and with a bit of headache from all the drain from the wards. They were now accustomed to him, anyone he brought in willingly would be admitted without any fuss.

He grinned menacingly, he was thankful to Bill for his help in teaching him the foundation and further about wards. But he was a proficient Warder compared to the Bill of this time, if the boy of the dimension was even a Cursebreaker by profession.

Now for lunch, he retreated back to the manor after replacing the ward stone back into its place.

(_-_-_X_-_-_)

Harry landed down on the stone gravel path leading to surrey, on his feet. The sensation of passing through a narrow tunnel bringing him down here.

It was quite a long way from Wales to Surrey, and Harry had felt the pressure of apparation quickly. He had brought his staff along with him, dressed in white-shirt, black trousers and a black dress robe over that. His shoulder-length hair was tied back with a black rubber band, and his beard looked a bit tame, compared to a few hours ago.

Harry quickly took in his surroundings and frowned as fast, he was a bit far away from the location of Dursley household. It has never happened, his apparation was always pinpoint, maybe the dimension travel was messing with him.

He huffed before walking forward, gaining a good amount of attention from onlookers. He surely looked like an old man from 1800s, but nothing was odder than his staff.

His strides were slow as he took each step slowly, he wasn't in hurry. At the worst his counterpart was working in kitchen, or weeding the garden, or cleaning Vernon's car.

The lines of house looked eirly similar, even the model of car parked outside the said houses were of same model, or similar enough. Bloody hell.

He hadn't noticed ever, how strange it looked. He was used to various awkwardly inclined houses, with plethora of colours thrown around them. That's how ordinary wizards build their home. Foundation be damned, and use magic to upheld the buildings.

Runes and magical retainers were the god of infrastructure development in Magical world. And by spending several decades in that surrounding, Harry was used to it. Hell, he liked that. The Weasley's Burrow was his favourite place to stay.

Here, he was just plainly uncomfortable. He walked forward eyeing people that onlooked with wide, unbelieving eyes. A smirk found its place on his lips, that soon turned into a chuckle.

These were a bunch of gossip mongers, they turned blind eyes to anything wrong happening around the neighborhood. Until it wasn't happening in their own home, but they surely wanted to gossip about it.

It wasn't surprising that no child service was called on Dursley's, even if a bunch of neighbours saw him weeding garden in over-sized raggy clothes, or fixing the roof.

Alas, he wasn't here to make their life living hell. He could do that, pretty easily at that too. Instead, he was here to check on a particular girl who was living in this neighborhood.

He turned a right and reached the location he intended, the house of Dursley's was just a few metres from him. And he could feel the ambient magic of the powerful wards, surroundings the house, but Harry stopped in his tracks.

The wards should be stronger, it had been in his world for years. Here, it seemed a bit washed off, a bit weak. He frowned, remembering Dumbledore's word, the ward would keep him safe until he called dursleys household his home.

He had, in his world, hesitantly, but he did. But it seemed same couldn't be said for here, maybe his counterpart wasn't able to call this household her home.

He strode forward with tension evident in his posture, the wards washed over him, analysing him, before confirming him to be of Potter blood, of Lily's blood.

He waved his wand a spell attached itself to the ward, it would keep any kind of magic performed inside the house a secret. It was failsafe, if he needed to threatened the Dursleys.

He extended his sense to get a reading on his counterpart, but it came back weak, too weak. He vanished his staff and in it's place was his wand, he crouched a bit as he send another sensory wave of magic.

The result were both worrying and shocking, his counterpart's magic felt off, suppressed, dimmed, and weakened beyond normal level.

There weren't many choices infront of him, the girl was possibly on brink of magical exhaustion and it could take her life. He had only came to check on her, but her condition weren't right, if he snatched her up now his plans would need to be accelerated.

Was he ready for that?

He didn't get to answer that particular line of questions, as Rose's magic burned bright for a millisecond and then dimmed down to impossible level.

Harry in panic, barged in the house, blasting the door away with an overpowered exploding curse.

The scene that welcomed him wasn't welcoming at all, it was nothing sort of infuriating and shocking. On the floor was a body of girl, badly beaten, bruised and bloodied. Blood was leaking from several wounds, pooling under her small frame.

Towering over her was the large walrus, Vernon Dursley, with a belt in hand and his face red with anger.

"Who the hell you think you—" The man shouted but Harry blasted him away with but a mere wave of his wand, the man's head collided with the wall as he went through the couch and dining table.

Petunia screamed, Rose groaned and Dudley looked on in complete horror. Harry rushed forward ignoring the two standing Dursleys, and kneeled beside Rose.

"Bloody hell! You absolute of monsters, you dare abuse a magical child." Harry growled waving his wand over the most deep wounds, the broken skin sizzled before closing in letting out a bit of smoke.

It seemed his reminder of Rose's heritage gave vindictive energy to Petunia, as she screached forward. "The bitch deserved what she got, refusing to follow our rules, freaks. How dare you touch a hair on Vernon's body?"

It also gave the little pig Dudley a chance to follow up on what happened. "How dare you attack my dad? I'll beat you into pulp then kill this bitch."

Harry looked up from his healing without any patience left in his body, Dursleys had always been a git in his world. Abusing him verbally and emotionally, but they never dare lay a hand on him. A few hair pulls and pans to head was normal, but nothing further than that.

But here, they seemed to have courage to lift a hand on his counterpart, for what reasons he knew not, nor he cared, but it was the end of his patience. He had planned to come after a few days to negotiate Rose's guardianship from them, a few hundred galleons would satiate their greed.

However, it seemed that plan was doomed from start. He would never ever leave any child in care of abusive guardian, specially a guardian that would unashamedly beat them. And it was better to take her away now, but before that he would put the fear of his name in Dursleys' mind.

He glanced toward miniature Vernon with a cold gaze, before pointing his wand toward him. Petunia gasped. But it was too late, the fat boy soon turned into a fat pig with a face of boy.

Dudley screamed, Petunia screamed too. The fat creature started running around the house, screaming like a pig all the way. Petunia ran after him, and this gave him a chance to cast diagnostic spells on the girl.

The result weren't pretty, broken bones not properly mended, muscle tear, internal bleeding that her magic was trying to stop and failing at that, magical exhaustion as a result and deep scar tissue all over her body.

It boiled his blood to see his counterpart in this condition, the girl was so small, and with that red mane as hair. She looked just like Lily, her mother; their mother. She was like a little sister to him, born of the same parents and all.

A tear fell out of his left eye, tears of anger and sadness. The girl didn't deserve that, and he'll make sure she doesn't anymore.

The time for retribution for other would come but for Dursley, it was today.

"Spell him right, do him right somehow. My duddykins." The horse faced woman wailed holding her son by neck as he screamed.

Harry transfigured the boy back, except the hooves on feet and tail. Instead with a quick incantation, they were a permanent trait of him.

He turned to Petunia and turned her face more horse-like, elongating the nose and ear, permanently.

It was alchemy at its best. No one but a true alchemist would be able to reverse them, not even Dumbledore.

At last he focused on Vernon who was gaining his consciousness back, with a twist of wand and simple three words, the man's teeth elongated and whiskers replaced his moustache, he resembles walrus.

The three of them were muggle, St. Mungo was only for wizards, there wasn't any magical hospital or care centre for Muggle. That's why the law surrounding them was so strict, because they could not find magical treatment for any kind of magical injuries.

Harry also cursed the house black and blue, cursing the family to be always short of money, to remaim hungry for days, to not able to leave the house permanently. The wards worked around him, because they were powered by a signature congruent to his.

The woman screamed more and ran inside to check on her husband and son.

Harry silently summoned Rose's trunk, and any other belongings before shrinking, applying feather- light charm and pocketed them. He picked the weak girl in his arm, her situation was stable for now, but wouldn't remain for long.

She needed extensive treatment, a critical batch of potions and careful monitoring for a few weeks.

He exited the ward line, ignoring the hushing of neighbours and their gossipy whispering, he vanished with a pop.

(_-_-_X_-_-_)

He reappeared in his manor's lawn, with a weight in his arms. The wards recognised his magic and by the same extent hers, they both had nearly the same magical signature.

He strode forward with quick steps, the girl breathing was getting weaker as the time went on. There was no doubt in him, if he had postponed the travel to tomorrow then he wouldn't have a girl left to save.

As he entered the manor, Jimmy appeared routinely to check on his need.

"Call the other two, I need the three of you here." Harry ordered urgently, the elf nodded quickly and clicked his fingers to call the other two.

"Master Harry." They chorused.

"I's sensing your magic on her, Master Harry. Is she being your daughter?" Tinny asked.

"None of that now, I'll explain that later. For now, she's our guest. Arrange the room beside me for her," Jimmy nodded and vanished with a pop to complete his task.

"Now, Mille you'll look after her for 12 hrs, and Tinny will exchange your duty for 12 hrs. Set it according to yourselves, I want her cared for 24 hours." The remaining two elves nodded attentively.

Jimmy appeared at that moment. "The rooms has been prepared as per your order, Master."

Harry climbed the stairs to first floor and entered the room beside him, it was plain room with a four-poster bed, a closet, a desk for studying, a small book shelf and a trunk for keeping extra items. With an attached bathroom, and a small balcony it was a perfect room for a girl of Rose's age.

Harry laid the girl on bed with instructions to elves to look after her before entering the potion lab. The girl needs Blood replinshers, Strengthening potion and Dreamless sleep for now.

He would have to vanish her bone and use skele-gro to grow healthier bones, it would be painful but that was for later.

The most foolish thing he had done was to not buy an owl, he'll solve that problem as fast as he can.

But for now, he needs to brew a few potions. He placed the brass and silver cauldron on burners, to work on Blood replinsher and Strengthening potion respectively.

He waved his wand and the knives started dicing necessary ingredients with sharp precision, the mortar and pestle started grinding Unicorn horn into powder.

He poured standard potioning water into the silver cauldron, then lifted the powdered unicorn horn and put it in with a clockwise stir, two more minutes wait, before adding stewed mandrakes. He turned the heat down and left it to simmer.

The Brass cauldron was already on burner, the mortar and pestle was again on work, grinding griffin claws. He put two diced leaves of dittany, a whole mandrake and standard potioning solution before stirring it five times anti-clockwise and three time clock wise after adding one drop of salamander blood.

Harry turned the heat a bit down, and focused on Blood-replinishing potion. He quickly took it off the burner, poured into three vials. He leviated two of them to the shelf on his left.

"Tinny!" He called out. Handing her the potion, he instructed her to replace it in Rose's stomach.

Harry gritted his teeth as the Strengthening potion lit up dark green before turning purple, that wouldn't do. It was weak, weaker than what he needed. He took it off the burner filled two vials before vanishing the remains. One of his elves would clean the cauldrons.

For now he needs to make something that would give Rose enough energy to survive the physical abuse, he was an alchemist at first, potioneer second. He couldn't directly use alchemy to heal her, nor can he use rituals without her consent.

What he needed was a powerful boost that would multiply the power of Strengthening Potion. And he had just the thing in mind.

With his plan made he started collecting the items he required; Salamander blood, dittany extract, moon stone, procupine quill, head of a black spider and a vial of pure Unicorn blood.

He placed the unicorn blood aside and placed collapsing cauldron on burner, with a spoon set to stir automatically. A make-shift self stirring collapsing cauldron.

Salamander blood went in at first. Two clockwise stir, and after three and a half minute, dittany extract goes in. Harry waits for the potion to turn red, and it did. Now comes the hard part, Harry placed the moon stone above the cauldron with levitating charm. The fumes turned the stone red, as Harry poured in one vial of his prepared Strengthening Potion upon the moon stone.

They both fell into the cauldron and it collasped to level two from five, Harry added the crushed procoupine quill and saw the stone absorb it. The head of black spider was crushed, and one drop of blood was dropped, the potion shimmered before turning transparent. And then with a bright blue light it was absorbed into the stone.

Harry levitated out the stone with a wave of his wand, and wandlessly turned off the burner.

Harry opened the lid of vial containing unicorn blood and dropped the stone in. It melted and turned the liquid blue.

Harry hastily picked the vial and rushed to Rose's quater, he opened her mouth with two finger and poured in the liquid. Rubbing her throat as to allow her to swallow it. He plopped down beside her bed, on a conjured chair, and sighed a breathe of relief as Rose's breathed evenly.

The elixir was one of his speciality, he called it "The Elixir of Moon", as the moon stone was the most important part of the Elixir. It wasn't simply a strengthening draught as Harry had used it as, It was an effect multiplier for potion.

Harry had once used the Elixir to regrow a whole skeleton, it's multiplying power wasn't definite, it was flexibile. Adjusting according to need of the patient, it was one of his most prized inventions.

He would introduce it into this world most likely, it wasn't pure alchemy, but fell in section of potions that could be created using alchemy as base.

Not many could create it, atleast not the way they wanted. It was costly too, the pure unicorn blood costed him 80 Galleons. The cost of 11 wands, with three galleons left in change.

He had only buyed one vial of the liquid, he would need to buy more. It was also one of teh rarest potion ingredients one could find.

Her situation was improving but it wasn't the best right now, and Harry knew he would have to brew a few more of Blood replenishers. Now, that her internal wounds and major wounds seem to be healing properly, he wouldn't need to put another Elixir into her. Ordinary Strengthening potion would do.