"Speech"
'Thoughts'
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They arrived in the portkey receiving room and Harry was led away by the goblin escort after a quick nod to Chad. Harry was taken through some winding corridors until he was led through a door to an open area in a circular room with doors along the walls as far as the eye could see. 'This totally looks like that scene in Monsters Inc, except the doors don't come down,' Harry thought to himself.
He saw Daggertooth waiting by a golden lift. 'Kinda looks like a cherry picker.' "Greetings Mr. Potter, I trust the services rendered so far have been satisfactory?" He asked. "Well beyond satisfactory, Daggertooth. Quite a few unwanted surprises but all were handled skillfully by your staff. I am very pleased. I have heard your culture values time so in keeping with your customs, when do we leave for our next order of business?" he replied. 'Fuck, I hope that at least that part of the lore is correct otherwise I sounded like an asshole.'
Daggertooth stared at the young man for a while before he gave a sharp toothed grin. "Indeed, Mr. Potter. We will take you to the physician/healer on retainer in America. We will be using a form of goblin transport known only by our nation and very few VIPs." 'Now, why would the goblins allow me into this secret, they must want something.' They both got on the golden cherry picker and were transported to one of the doors up above when the picker stopped a few feet away from the door. The door opened, and a mechanical arm extend above the basket and attached itself to it and they went forward until it was secured on an overhead track. 'A fucking ski lift/cherry picker trip to America from England through an underground chamber of doors with a real life goblin. My life is so fucking weird… who am I kidding, this is every nerd's dream!'
A short trip later and they arrived at what looked like a subway terminal. Daggertooth opened the basket and they both stepped out and went up a flight of stairs in silence. Harry was in awe and taking everything in and Daggertooth was watching Harry's reactions.
Harry may have been an 11 year old kid but Jason Martinez was a spec ops operator so it shouldn't be a surprise that Daggertooth had noticed that when the child entered a room he quickly checked for ambushes, or points of egress or how he angled his chair to better see the door and while he looked relaxed, was actually ready to spring into an attack at any moment.
Now most people(civilians), wouldn't have noticed the way the child's eyes searched for doors or how he subtly positioned himself to always have everyone in front of him or just outside of their striking range. Goblins being a warrior race had an eye for these types of things which caused both intrigue and a grudging respect for the little wizard.
That he didn't do any of these things intentionally and seemed more ingrained reflex, that only TRAINED warriors possessed was both baffling and shocking to them. To see those mannerisms and reactions from a child told of either horrible abuse or some kind of training, but humans found child soldiers distasteful so it was a mystery. Once they had made their way up the stairs and through a hallway they arrived at a door to a private infirmary.
There they met with another goblin and another wizard. Daggertooth and the other goblin had a quick conversation in goobledygook, and after a quick salute from the other goblin he left. Daggertooth then turned to both Harry and the other wizard. "Mr. Potter allow me to introduce Dr. Mayfield. She is both an accredited doctor and also a certified healer on retainer with The Nation."
Harry looked at the doctor and took her appearance in. She was between 5'6" - 5'10 with an athletic thicc build. Black hair pulled tight in a bun, cocoa skin, pretty smile. 'She fine AF! So glad I haven't hit puberty yet or shit would get embarrassing real quick.'
"Hello Harry, nice to meet you, I understand that we are here for a physical? The physical you will receive today is fairly standard here in America but considered quite unorthodox in England, so I will answer any and all questions or concerns." she said with a smile.
"Hello doctor, great to meet you as well. What exactly is considered unorthodox per se?" he asked. "Well the physical is a hybrid of both no-maj medicine and magic. For example I won't use hospital machinery due to how untrained wizards can not control their ambient magical output but we will use diagnostic spells for that. We will give you potions for things where we can and no-maj medicine for others, basically we will treat you with whatever means are more effective for you, be it magical or not." 'That seems legit. What did she mean about magical output and how can you train yourself to limit it? I'll ask her at the end.'
"Sounds good to me Doc. Let's get this over with." Dr. Mayfield smiled. Daggertooth had left somewhere in the middle of the explanation, so when Dr. Mayfield asked him to change into a hospital gown it wasn't awkward… much. 'Don't pop wood. Don't pop wood.' She asked him to list all his concerns, he filled out the form and two hours and quite a few potions later Harry was dressed and Dr. Mayfield was back with the results and a scowl.
"Harry, the results are in, you have had at least four breaks on your right arm and two on your left. Your left wrist was broken at least once, cracked ribs and your skull has hairline fractures. Most of those have not healed properly. You may have some brain damage which may be why you stated you have problems staying focused or with your memory. You have scar tissue on 18% of your body. Your eyes are bad, like really bad, you are malnourished and have quite a few vitamin deficiencies. Harry, I'll be honest with you, all your injuries would be common on a prisoner of war. 'You have no idea.' How did you get all these injuries, sweetheart?" Harry looked at the doctor and could tell that she was barely keeping it together. She had unshed tears in her eyes and her hands were shaking.
'Fuck, I knew the kid had it bad but damn. Those d-bags could give ISIS a run for their money in the asshole Olympics.' "Well my guardians, if you can call them that, thought they could beat the magic out of me. It didn't take obviously, so they tried harder. Before you ask, they will be dealt with, that's why I came for my physical."
At this point the doctor had shed a few tears in both sadness and fury. She had not seen such abuse in all her life. "So, how do we fix me, Doc?" he asked with a smile. She was roused from her thoughts and she looked at they boy in awe because even through all that he had gone through his will was hadn't broken and he kept living. (A/N: she had no idea of the irony of that thought)
"Well, you will have to most of your bones vanished and regrown, you will have to have to take some nutrient potions for malnutrition. We have all of the inoculations that we have to catch you up on. We will have to give you a cocktail of wit sharpening, regeneration elixir, brain elixir, and memory potions to help heal the brain tissue and help with both memory and clarity of thought as well as help the tissue regenerate. As far as those scars are concerned we can cut some of them off and you will also have to have scar removal paste treatments to remove the others. All in all, Mr. Potter you are looking at a week's stay in my care.
That being said, as far as your eyes are concerned there is some options. We can get you glasses or contacts if you wanna go the no-maj route or we can grow some new eyes with some of your blood they would of course be perfect then put you under, remove your eyes and implant the new ones. You can of course upgrade them as well but it's more expensive and mostly cosmetic but some MACUSA aurors have had theirs upgraded to see in the dark, or see heat signatures but they are mostly to help them at their jobs." She looked at the kid with his mouth agape, she thought he was in shock at how much treatment he would have to endure, little did she know that he was agape for a different reason. 'I can upgrade my eyes! I FUCKING LOVE MAGIC! OH MY FUCK! I CAN UPGRADE MYSELF! HOW DID I NOT THINK OF THAT BEFORE! I'm gonna be like Adam Jensen. Oh shit, I should say something.'
"So... how soon can we start?" She looked for that brochure on eye implantation and then handed it to him and let him know they could start in a few hours if he wanted to. "May I speak with Daggertooth before I give you an answer? We have some more business to discuss before I can give you an answer." she smiled "Of course, I'll go get him and give you some time to discuss." she walked out and a few minutes later Daggertooth walked in and sat down across from Harry.
"Well Daggertooth, my body is completely fucked up. Here is what's wrong with me. Take a look." Daggertooth took the folder and started to read the more he read the angrier he became. How can anyone treat a child like this. Goblins maybe a warrior culture but they all knew that their children were their future and that they should be protected and cared for until they were warriors themselves. When he finished reading he cursed in his native tongue and stared at the child.
"Yeah, I had the same reaction," Harry chuckled. I didn't show you this for pity but for you to help advise me in the next part of my revenge. I understand your expertise is not for free so you can bill me for your time on this conversation," he stated with a smirk. 'I know goblins are greedy and they will take advantage when they can so I better not make it easy. Shit, I hope that all the things I've done so far have been under nondisclosure! Fuck! should have remembered that. Wait, I can make that my compensation for the the whole embezzlement thing and it will cost me nothing.' Daggertooth saw the child smile after he specified to bill him for this conversation specifically, he could respect that. Goblin-like, indeed. "Very well, Mr. Potter how is it that I may help?"
Harry took a moment to get his thoughts in order then replied, "First I would like to say that I have thought about my dealings with your nation and would like to alter something. I find that the junior account manager who stole from me and deceived the nation deserved his death and fines should come from him. Treachery is not to be taken lightly, what I wanted to do was make a trade of sorts, I understand his clan was shamed which also shames your nation, so, I would like to propose that to wash away the shame of said clan; I sign a document absolving the clan and nation from said shame in exchange I would like that ALL my interactions with Gringotts thus far and in the future be kept strictly confidential."
Daggertooth gave a narrowed eye stare, "Are you saying that Gringotts is not able to keep secrets?" he asked annoyed that the child was questioning their honor. "You misunderstand, it is common knowledge that Gringotts keeps all FINANCIAL information confidential but that does not state anything about any other of your services. I am not questioning your ability to to keep secrets, its proven you can, since no wizard has ever heard of a goblin disclosing FINANCIAL information before but that does not mean that you HAVE to keep all my other interactions with Gringotts, such as how many times I've gone to the bank or using your connections with physicians and lawyers.
I'm proposing this, as a way for both the nation and myself to keep the wizarding world blind to what is to come. Believe me, Daggertooth the wizarding sheep may not know, but there is a war going on and unfortunately I'm the asshole stuck having to fight it. I plan on finishing the fight and riding off into the sunset. If it just so happens that my plans help The Nation out from time to time, well, what can you do about happy coincidences?" Daggertooth realized what the child was actually asking for, plausible deniability.
'If The Nation were to be questioned about all of his interactions, indeed there would be nothing wrong in releasing the information of who his lawyer is or who his healer on record is. So instead of taking the chance, he is asking for complete confidentiality and wiping away the shame of Grubknart's clan which as he stated is a shame on the nation. We would regain honor and get to piss off those wizards and he gets our silence. We would get the better of the deal at first glance, but he gets a tentative alliance for free. Sneaky child.'
"Mr. Potter, I will agree to your proposal and will draw up the contract. Your family's law firm on retainer was destroyed during the war but we have found you a new lawyer his name is Mr. Edward Tonks, he is a lawyer in both wizarding and muggle sides."
'Holy shit! that worked. That was a close one.' "Wonderful, before we head back I would like to go to the magical district here for a few things also if you could let Mr. Tonks know I would like to see him today to discuss some business I would greatly appreciate it.
I was also wanting clarification on my family vault, I know I can not take money from it but can I withdraw items or at the very least have a goblin get me a list of the items in the vaults." Daggertooth was grinning, 'what a surprising and cunning child,' he thought. "I can certainly contact him while you run your errands in the magical district here if you would like, I can have a portkey made available to him so that he may meet you in a conference room here.
Of course the fees would be deducted from your account. As for the items, yes, you may withdraw certain items, gold and jewelry may not be taken out but books, weapons and other items may be withdrawn." he stated. 'Sweet! I can have my meeting with him here after I get a new wand, books and clothing since I'm gonna be here a week. Then go back to England and get rid of the d-bags and set my plans into action.' "Perfect! If you could please send Dr. Mayfield in I would appreciate it." Daggertooth gave a nod and left them room.
A few minutes later Dr. Mayfield walked in and sat down. "So, what's the verdict, are we doing this? I highly recommend you get those treatments now before puberty starts or you will stunt your growth." Harry smiled, "yes doctor, we willl. I've gone through the brochure and would like my eyes to be upgraded with Wampus DNA. 'I hope it's not wampus jizz. Better not think about it.' Before we start the procedures, I still have to speak with my lawyer and run a few errands. So, I would say in 3 hours, tops. I have a question for you though. Could you please explain magical output and also recommend a book on the subject?"
She nodded happily because she would get to help heal the child. "Yes, I can. The easiest way I could explain it would be that magicals are like electric eels. Now, an eel can consciously release a shock but when at rest they have a constant field of electricity surrounding them. Magicals are pretty much the same and if we can agree that magic is just another form of energy it's easy to explain how magicals can affect electronics. Our own energy field interacts with the electrical field. Like I said before we can train ourselves to reign in our errant energy or magic so that we are not subconsciously releasing such a big field.
The best example would be first generational witches and wizards. They don't affect the electricals in their home until they have a bout of accidental magic, usually when in a highly emotional state such as anger, fear or joy another theory is that accidental magic is like the magical equivalent of growing pains of the magical core. The book I would recommend is The Energy Between Us by J.D. Pettit. He gets more in depth and gives a guide on how to reign in your errant energy.
The training is actually occlumency. so a lot of master occlumens due to training both emotional output and by making their minds consciously control magical output which as a side effect makes your magic more efficient." Harry was totally amazed by that explanation. 'Fuck me, it sounds like I need to get my occlumency up to snuff. I'm definitely gonna train that up this summer.'
"Awesome, I'll have to see if the local bookstore has a copy. By the way, where is the magical district around here I need to do some shopping before the procedure." she smiled and told him to follow her into her office. He followed her and saw a floo. "You can use my floo. The district is called Salem's Lot. The floo here is Dr. Mayfield's office. As for the book you can have a copy of my book. He thanked her and grabbed a pinch a floo powder and threw it in the fireplace and called out Salem's Lot then took a step into the green flame.
He quickly found himself in a busy street after walking around he found the wand maker's shop. He walked in and after explaining to the owner that in England they only have a choice of 3 wand cores and that they are all prefabricated and that his wand was the closest they could get to something he could use so he had to settle so that was why we he was looking for a more comparable wand.
The wandmaker was shocked and appalled at how limited they were in England and agreed to make Harry his custom wand. After going through the process of seeing which wood and core would be his match he walked out with a new ebony and wampus hair wand, three auror wand holsters and a business card. Since this wand is registered in the U.S only and not in the U.K I don't have to worry about that pesky underage law. 'Too bad my current wand from the U.K. probably has some special tracker cuz I'm the boy-who-lived.'
He then walked over to the adventure and travel shop and bought a leather adventurer's backpack with feather light, expansion, and security charms and language lozenges for French, Latin, and Italian. He also got the clerk to tell him of a certain potions shop that may be able to help him deal with the d-bags.
Next, he went to the clothing shop and got new underwear, socks Henley style long sleeve shirt and few sets of cargo pants, Jeans, work out wear, new running shoes, combat boots and pajamas. His last stop was the shady used book store where he got books on occlumency and legilimency, apparation, defence, 1001 household charms, and a book on goblin culture.
He grabbed a quick bite and floo'd back to the office. He arrived just in time to see Daggertooth walk in with Mr. Tonks. Dr. Mayfield had given permission to use her office while she went out for lunch. "Mr. Potter, this is Mr. Tonks. Mr. Tonks this Harry Potter." he introduced them. 'Well, here is phase one. I hope this doesn't come back and bite me in the ass.'
"Hello, Mr. Tonks thank you for coming out of your way to meet me.These are strange circumstances. I asked you here today because I would like you to start up a case for me. I would like to start up the case to accuse Albus Dumbledore of neglect and fraud. I understand I have a lordship to House Potter and that my magical guardian should have informed me of what that entails.
He has failed spectacularly as my magical guardian. I did not know I was magical until I got my Hogwarts letter. According to my account manager here, Albus Dumbledore has been blocking me from receiving important bank mail. He has blocked my parents will from being read. He placed me with abusive relatives who didn't want me and according to them I was left on their door step with a note. They didn't even get asked if they could take me in.
He had a Potter family heirloom in his possession which I did not receive until last Christmas and to top it all off he has been accessing my trust account but the dates he withdrew said accounts is from before I even knew he existed.
Understand, I want you to take your time with that case I want us to have enough evidence that either we nail him or cost him a great deal of political capitol. The second case I would like is for any and all products that have my name attached to them be looked into since not once have I been approached about asking for permission to use my name and from my bank statements I've never been compensated.
Lastly, I would like you to formally reach out to someone in the Black family, it seems I'm the heir to their family so I would like to know what that would entail, not to mention I have no clue about proper etiquette or any knowledge of magical culture. This lack of knowledge is detrimental and I wish to fix it, asap."
Edward 'Ted' Tonks finished taking notes and was feeling a maelstrom of emotions. He was happy to meet Harry. Shocked, saddened and angry after learning how Dumbledore has taking care of his duty. Not to mention elated because he will be able to have Andi be a part of Harry's life as the heir Black. Which totally threw him off. He knew she loved him and their daughter but she missed being a Black and this was a way to get her back to the house of Black.
"I can certainly do that, Harry. Like you said the Dumbledore case will take time but I will keep you in the loop. The case with the people using your name and image will also take time since there are a lot of products but we can certainly have it done within 6-9 months. As for the Black family, I may actually be able to help you on this, you see my wife Andromeda is from the Black family, she was unfortunately kicked out of the family because she married a muggleborn. If you'd like, I can let her know you are interested in some private tuition for etiquette and wizarding culture."
'Yes! It's all going smoothly. I just have to be careful about how I bring up my future knowledge so people don't get suspicious. Last thing I need is for some moron to get in my way because they realize I have future knowledge or think I'm not Harry Potter. The upside is that I can blame my personality change on the brain damage and can make Pomphrey and Dumbledore look like jackasses when I bring up they missed my brain damage.'
"Sounds like a plan, I will be having some medical procedures this week so I will not be able to meet your wife until I get out of here but I would love to meet with her. If you could just make sure that no word of my meeting you or your family makes it back to Dumbledore. That is my only concern." Ted was appalled but quickly agreed. After signing some paperwork and having Ted quickly review the document from the goblins regarding non disclosure and signing that. Ted made a copy of his medical record and swore its contents would not be shared with anyone other than the people working on his case, and left.
Daggertooth left him and stated he would be back in a week. Dr. Mayfield came in and they talked about what a Wampus eye upgrade would be. Per the brochure he would have better night vision, kinetic vision as in his eyes would spot movement better and she joked around that Wampus eyes can make you better at legilimency as it's rumored to be able to hypnotize their prey but so far no patient had those last two abilities.
She drew some blood for the new eyes to grow from, then after he changed into his gown, got into the bed and was given a sip of draught of living death which would knock him out so he wouldn't feel any of the painful things he would be going through. He was dead to the world. Dr. Mayfield got started on healing the poor child.
---5 Days Later---
Harry woke up to a headache, sore body and blindness. Dr. Mayfield told him everything went great and that she would be taking off the bandage on his head so they could check out his new improved eyes, also his head but she would explain later. An hour later and Harry was staring into his reflection. Not much had change on his face. His eyes were the same vivid green orbs they had always been but his vision was ridiculous. He was still getting used to having such huge improvement to his kinetic vision. His lightning bolt scar was gone which was a welcome change. The treatment was very successful and it was discovered that he had a tumor in the bone directly behind his lightning bolt scar that was saturated in dark magic residue. Which was quickly cut out. One of the parts of his brain that had been affected was actually the part that controlled his metamorphmagus abilities. Well, just his hair and face but that would explain overnight hair.
As far as his body was concerned his scars were gone. He was a bit taller now, but I guess that's what happens when you have most of your bones vanished and are fed nutrient potions, vitamin potions, skelegro and a lot of milk. He was still skinny but he didn't look like a walking skeleton anymore. He was in his pajamas now since he would not be released for a couple of days since Dr. Mayfield wanted him to take his nutritional potion regimen and had him eat a high calorie diet so that the nutritional potions are that much more effective.
Harry spent his time eating a language lozenge and reading his books. Old Harry would not be able to sit there and read but new brain damage and horcrux free Harry was picking things up quickly and had great memory which only helped him fly through his occlumency training. So he read his books and ate and planned his revenge on the d-bags.
Two days later Harry looked like a healthy kid. He was a little taller than the average 12 year old and he now had gotten some mass to him. He was by no means huge but definitely taller and more muscular. On his final night in America, after his nightly round of potions he laid in bed and contemplated his next steps. He was still undecided on what to do with the Dursleys.
'On the one hand, I could kill them all but then I would have to deal with Mrs. Figg, and Marge. I could slip that draught of the living death potion into their tea and just stow them somewhere but Vernon's job would be calling and the neighbors would get suspicious if they never saw the Dursleys. I mean I could just leave, the wards are now tied to the wardstone.
That's it! I need people to think I'm same old Harry and plus if death eaters ever find out my address which shouldn't be hard if you think about it. I mean my address is listed in the department of underage magic since they have to have muggleborn and muggle raised students address on file and I doubt that department is secured.
Anyways, I'll get a regular tent and set it up near number 4 then cast a fidelius charm on it so no one can find it and I'll see who comes by and I'll be at a great position for when I finally deal with the Dursleys and I won't tip my hand to Dumbledore and if the Dursleys are discovered I have front row seats to their death! That is what I will do.'
After a few more minutes of planning he fell asleep. The following morning had Harry take his morning potion cocktail and a huge American breakfast consisting of chicken fried steak, hash browns, scrambled eggs, pepper gravy, blueberry pancakes and coffee. I'm gonna miss you chicken fried steak! He then packed up his stuff got his final check up from Dr. Mayfield and was told he was good to go and given his potions pouch since wizarding world didn't have a Walgreen's.
As he waited for Daggertooth Harry meditated and organized his mind and emotions. Harry had discovered that he was actually pretty good at occlumency but then he realized that it wasn't that surprising since he did battle douche lord in his mind and he treated his mindscape like the matrix. Which led to some very awesome interesting mental barriers.
Having all these video game, comic book and movie monsters and computers in his defenses would definitely throw any wizard off just because they had no clue as to most references. 'Once again, being a nerd FTW!' One of the greatest benefits of occlumency was he had a pseudo eidetic memory and his emotions could be greatly suppressed. When he had them suppressed to the maximum he acted like the T-1000 from T2.
Once he had organized his mind he went back to reading his book on magic output. He felt that now that he had a good handle on occlumency he could see if he could integrate magical output training.
~~~~~LONDON~~~~~
Harry checked his account balance and realized that even with all his recent expenditures he still had 67,000 galleons available. He asked to have to have Cursebreaker Bailey come to his house and do some more warding in a few hours. Daggertooth advised that Chad would be there. He handed Harry two necklaces which instead of pendants had tiny shrunken trunks. Harry was excited. He unshrunk the one with the letter P on the lid and set up his security measures after he read the parchment with the instructions. Then shrunk it back up and put it around his neck and willed the necklace to disappear just like his rings. He put the other necklace in his backpack and thanked Daggertooth and walked out.
'I wonder when Daggertooth will ask me for whatever the nation wants for letting me use their mode of transpo to America. Just gonna wait for the other shoe to drop, I guess.' Harry walked out of Gringotts into the alley and he stood there in awe for a while. It was one thing to read about it or watch the movies and even Original Harry's memories were nothing compared to seeing Diagon Alley for yourself in person. It truly made you feel like magic was a wonderful thing and that anything was possible. No story or movie could possibly capture how wondrous this little busy shopping district really was.
He put on his New England Patriots cap on and made his way to Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment to get his tent. After speaking with the sales clerk and some haggling, Harry came out of the shop with a brand new tent it was a 2 bedroom, 2 bath tent. He left the alley and got a cab to the grocery store closest to number 4 Privet Dr. He placed an order for enough groceries that would last him a month. They stated that they would make the delivery in a few hours and he paid for the purchases.
Then he walked to a park near number 4 and slipped into the cloak and made his way back to to the house unseen. Once he was back he had to deal with a very irritated Hedwig and after some major groveling and after cooking a whole package of bacon she was mollified. Not much later the doorbell rang and the grocery store delivery boy and Chad dressed up as a utilities worker were standing by the door. He let them both in the delivery boy leaving the bags by the door and took his tip and left.
Once Harry and Chad were alone Harry discussed his idea of putting his tent in the backyard of number 4 and if he could have the area surrounding his tent warded with muggle notice me not, silence and a fidelius wards. Chad said that would be possible and he would be able to do it but that he would need to put a wardstone somewhere. After some discussion Harry had set up his tent at the far corner of the yard. Chad had stated that because of his contract that he would not be able to disclose that Harry had this little tent warded. He soon left.
Harry then ran back into the house and transported his belongings into his new apartment tent. He then unpacked the notes that he bought off of the ravenclaw seventh year, and got to studying. He had to practice if he was gonna take care of this douche lord for good.
The following week consisted of a simple routine of taking his potions, eating big meals, some simple exercises to get in better shape, going over his first year notes, studying the ravenclaw's notes and the book of spells, brewing the draught of Beffudlement for the d-bags (always have a plan b) and practicing hand to hand in his trunk. The week was finally up, he was in the house boiling some water for tea. The d-bags yelled at him for the house being so messy. 'I haven't even been in the house for more than a few hours so there is no way it's messy! I just need to stay cool a little bit longer then I won't have to see them for awhile.'
After they finished their rant the teapot hissed and they said they would take their tea while they decided on his punishment. They took their tea and Dudley whined about not having his favorite biscuits then the potion took effect, they all stopped their conversations and had glassy eyed looks. At that point Harry pounced. "If anyone asks you where I am, just say you sent me to military boot camp for troubled youths for the summer " They nodded along until he finished speaking drinking their tea while he explained. At the end they sat there looking at him and then slowly nodded back into consciousness.
Then Vernon yelled at him "You listen here boy, you will go to that camp and maybe they can beat the freakishness out of you. You will go and you will like it, do you hear me!" 'I can't believe that worked! Now just to take care of Dobby and I can get to training. Oh shit, better look meek.'
"Yes, uncle Vernon." Harry then grabbed his backpack and walked out to the nearby park and slipped into his invisibility cloak and made his way back to his tent. Just outside his wards he called out to Kreacher to see if he would answer his call.
He waited and then he heard a pop. He saw Kreacher looking around then Harry slid the cloak of his body. "Hello Kreacher. I see you were able to answer my call. My name is Harry Potter, how are you?" Kreacher's bug eyes bulged even further. "How can filthy half-blood call upon Kreacher?!"