Meqik had lowered the apparition ward for a few moments to allow Harry and poppy leave to the Dursley's. Harry now looked like his former self and there were charms masking his newly strengthened magic. When they arrived in the front room with a pop, Dudley – who had been watching the tv they were in the way of – dropped his plate of food, the contents splattering on the floor. Petunia rushed in at the noise to clear away the mess, only to let out a shriek as she saw the two robed individuals in her living room.

"Boy, what are you doing here? And what have you done to my Vernon?" She all but screamed, her shrill voice making madam Pomfrey wince.

"His name, woman, is Harry. And your fat lump of a husband is... under containment for his crimes. Now, if you'll excuse us-" Petunia squeaked and jumped out of their way, scared to get too close. Harry was more than comfortable with this arrangement. He led the healer up the stairs to his room, where Hedwig was, he realised with a jolt. The bird hooted with relief and anger, that Harry had escaped the brutal punishment and that harry'd had the audacity to leave her in this hellhole. He busted the lock Petunia had put on the cage in his absence and let the bird flutter to his shoulder. She nipped his earlobe affectionately.

Gathering the minimal belongings that were in the room, he explained that most of his possessions were locked in the cupboard under the stairs. To his dismay, they'd managed to confiscate his wand this summer, too. Poppy was disgusted to hear this. They retrieved these items and packed it all into his trunk. When they were finally set to go, Petunia confronted them.

"On what grounds do you remove this boy from this household?" her voice had a surprisingly confident edge, Harry thought, and looking into her eyes which were clouded over, he realised that she was being controlled remotely. Dumbledore was trying to work out what he knew. Madam Pomfrey responded.

"I have seen that Harry has been abused, as have the ministry and the goblins of gringotts. On that evidence, this home is deemed unsuitable for the boy to remain, and he is being brought to different accommodation." At that, she turned on her heel briskly and they disapparated. With the key he'd collected and the address given to him by Meqik, Harry flooed to potter manor.

The place was rather wonderful, Harry thought; modest but grand at the same time. the entryway was a nice, wallpapered hall with a conical lampshade hanging from the ceiling. The whole home was light and decorated with natural light taken into account. While the place was big, the bulk of the rooms consisted of spare bedrooms with personal ensuites attached. The biggest and gaudiest room by far was the vast ballroom, but it wouldn't be getting much use while Harry stayed there. He wandered the vaguely dusty halls, going from room to room and looking in each one. It took a good while.

At one point, he came across his late father's childhood room. He should have anticipated it, really. But he was completely unprepared. The walls were a shocking Gryffindor red and a Gryffindor quidditch team logo was emblazoned on the wall to his right. On the windowsill sat a very dead plant, so old and crumbled that he could not identify what it had once been. The bed matched the walls, the bedsheets a deep red. There were posters and pictures taped messily to the wall above the bed, some of quidditch teams and wizard bands, and some of the marauders. There was one that caught his eye in particular.

On the wall pasted over everything else was an a5 glossy photo of the marauders and Lily in their sixth year, his father's arms wrapped around his mother's shoulders. He watched as the photo James waved to him, and placed a cheeky kiss on Lily's temple. The girl shook her head, her shocking hair rippling magnificently, and she punched him in the arm. James winced and cradled his arm, looking highly offended at Lily, who scoffed. James's face broke into a wide grin and he embraced her once more. Lily's eyes were full of joy as she beamed out at Harry. Slightly further back in the image, he watched Remus and Sirius bickering over a textbook. Sirius kept pushing it down so that Remus would pay attention to him, and Remus would reply and go back to his book. On the other side of the frame stood a tense Peter Pettigrew. If any of the others looked over he would plaster on a carefree grin, but when they paid him no mind his face filled with sorrow and regret, glancing to his friends forlornly.

Harry, now suppressing tears, tore the picture from the wall. He used a cutting curse to sever the portion containing Pettigrew from the rest. The other inhabitants looked rather shocked. Peter simply hung his head in shame. Harry burned the slip of photograph to ashes. He pocketed the rest.

He realised that some of his bodily discomfort was due to the fact that he hadn't removed his glamours yet. Harry left his father's room untouched apart from the photo; it seemed sacrilege to disturb the place further. He picked a plain white room, easily redecorateable, and set all of his belongings down. Marching to the full length mirror, he removed all of the glamours and admired his new form. It was definitely a darn sight more appealing; he nodded with approval.

It suddenly hit harry how tired he was. His moves instantly became sluggish and delayed. It was lucky he was already a few feet from a bed, because he didn't even get under the covers before he was out like a light.

Harry awoke the next morning to a furious tapping on the window. Confused and bleary-eyed he stumbled to get the latch. The owl immediately shot into the room, dropped the envelope on his bed, and left in the same hurry. He tore the letter open and saw the slightly rushed handwriting of Meqik.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We regret to inform you that one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore attempted to enter your current place of residence, potter manor, by force at 4 am this morning. We have re-enforced the existing wards on the building but we suggest you add some of your own to prevent another event such as this occurring.

Best wishes,

Meqik

Harry was almost shaking. The audacity of the man! He couldn't settle with ruining his life so far. No no no, Dumbledore wanted complete and utter control over Harry's life. But Harry wasn't settling for that anymore.

He decided to contact Hermione immediately, wanting to work out who he could trust from the get-go. He couldn't bear the thought of being betrayed by who he thought of as his brothers and sisters, but if the case proved to be true, then he'd rather know sooner instead of later. He composed a very vague, unassuming letter inviting Hermione to the leaky cauldron on the next day. Hedwig, who had made herself at home in the house's loft, swooped down and took it in her beak.

Harry slid down the banister of the great spiral staircase with a delighted whoop, jumping off at the end feeling very dizzy. He made himself a ham sandwich in the kitchen, observing the lack of house elves. He could only assume they'd died or moved away when the masters of the house passed away. He didn't mind, though; he didn't really need any house elves. Kreacher proved as much.

After he finished eating he found himself wandering to the house's library. It was a room full of vast bookshelves, stretching from floor to ceiling and bursting with thick musty volumes. He decided to put his new wings to use, and glided along the room, scanning titles. He had never been much of a reader but some of these books certainly looked promising.

Remembering the inheritance books he removed from his vault, he returned to the ground and emptied out the pouch that still sat at his hip. Gold coins, daggers, a sword and half a dozen books clattered out. Might as well organise this now. He stacked the coins and kept them in the pocket of his jacket for now, and laid out all of the weapons he'd collected. The sword and poisoned dagger went back into the pouch but he kept the blue daggers out on the table. He stacked the books onto the table by the window on the far side of the room, and sat down. He picked up the book on wyvern inheritances and became absorbed in the text.

Wyvern inheritances usually occur between the ages 15 – 17, as they are classed class C inheritances. The creature body will take 3 months to fully mature unless in use regularly combining with a class A inheritance. The power from the class A will stimulate growth and the wyvern inheritance will fully mature in one month.

Very interesting.

Once matured, a person with a wyvern inheritance will find themself craving raw, hunted meat. One must, depending on the type, hunt between one and five times a week.

Harry skipped to the information on types.

There are a few varieties that wyvern can come in, all of which with different colourings, markings and habits. Included in the information is the weekly hunt recommendation for inheritants.

-fire wyverns (found dwelling around volcanos, hunts 5 times a week)

-ocean wyverns (often mistaken by people for sea dragons; wings adapted to flippers, hunts aquatically 3 times a week)

-forest wyverns (found in forests, often forests habited by nature lords that feed with magic, hunts 3 times a week)

-stone wyverns (found mainly in quarries, hunts once a week)

-ice wyverns (in icy regions; north/south pole, Canada, Greenland, Tibet, etc. hunts twice a week)

Harry's reading was interrupted by a brisk tapping on the window, and he looked up to see Hedwig holding a letter. He recognised the little purple wax seal that Hermione used. When the window was open, Hedwig dropped the letter and perched on Harry's shoulder. He accepted her affectionate nuzzling as he read the letter. It was brief, simply accepting his offer, leaving him a lot to worry about. But he continued to pour through his books through the day.

He learned a great deal about his inheritances, and the abilities he could gain. He could travel in bursts of flame if he so wished, and speak to birds, and he could adapt his parseltongue to speak dragontongue. his feathers had magical properties. He could breath fire and ice, and he had an affinity to nature. It all excited him greatly. Before he knew it, the light outside faded and his eyes became tired. He stacked all of the books back into the pouch and forced himself to eat something, though the shrunken state of his stomach protested this. He decided he would buy some new clothes tomorrow, too.