After two weeks of intense knowledge gathering, organizing all the newly inherited memories, and preparation, Harry Potter was all set to move forward.
Compared to who he had been just fourteen days ago, he was now a completely different person.
Be it physically, mentally, emotionally, and psychologically, Harry had undergone a drastic transformation.
He was physically more powerful, his knowledge of magic and spells had undergone a qualitative and quantitative change and mentally he had become very strong.
Whether these changes were for better or worse, only time would tell.
Harry was standing in his small room, gazing at his reflection in a human sized mirror he had conjured out of nowhere.
He was nearly 5 feet 9 inches tall, having gained almost a couple of inches in height during this time.
Although his physical frame was similar to before, his muscles were now lean and well defined.
Every sign of the malnourishment he had suffered throughout his childhood was gone.
Beyond the natural growth, his body was being constantly strengthened and enhanced by the power of the Resurrection Stone.
Just as Cadmus had described in his memories, Harry could feel the artifact’s restorative effects thrumming through his veins.
The lightning bolt scar on his forehead was almost entirely gone, leaving behind only a faint, faded mark.
Furthermore, whether due to the removal of the Horcrux, the unbounding of his magic, or the influence of the Stone, Harry’s eyesight had been completely healed.
He did not need glasses to see.
With a casual wave of his hand, the conjured mirror vanished into thin air.
A moment later, with a soft crack, Harry Potter disapparated from the small attic of 4 Privet Drive, leaving his old life behind to step into a new phase of his existence.
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When Harry reappeared, he was standing in the centre of a sprawling field.
Although it was summer, a slight, unnatural chill was permeating the air.
From where he was standing, lush green grass stretched out in every direction, and the ground was seemingly empty to the naked eye.
A small stream of crystal clear water was cutting the ground at some distance away from Harry making the scenery even more beautiful.
Harry took a step forward and pointed a finger toward the ground.
A crimson beam shot from his fingertip, striking the ground a few feet away.
The impact caused a small explosion, damaging the grass and the turf.
With a casual wave, using a banishing charm, Harry cleared away the loosened soil, revealing a small stone slab peeking through the ground. This chapter was copied from novelping(.)com without permission.
Without hesitation, Harry pointed his right hand at his left palm.
With a controlled cutting charm, he sliced open his skin.
Bright red blood flowed freely from his wound, dripping onto the stone slab.
The stone absorbed the blood instantly.
Harry fed a few drops of his blood to the stone slab, after a few tense moments, a powerful magical pulse rippled through the air, and Harry felt the weight of a magical ward shifting to him.
What had appeared to be nothing more than empty fields also suddenly transformed.
With the ripple of that magical pulse, something had appeared before Harry.
Standing before Harry now was a massive castle built entirely of grey stone.
While not quite as large and massive as Hogwarts, its sheer magnificence and grandeur were on the same level as the legendary castle of Hogwarts.
The Peverell brothers had constructed this majestic castle nearly a thousand years ago.
The castle had been built directly over a magical ley line which made it quite special.
As far as Harry knew, Hogwarts was the only place in all of magical Britain that had been built over a magical ley line and possessed denser and more powerful magic than the Peverell Manor.
Before their deaths, the three brothers had hidden the castle from the world using large scale runes.
These runes were based on a modified version of the Fidelius Charm.
It had allowed the brothers to store the location, the secret within the stone slab.
Meaning, the stone slab was the secret keeper instead of a living human.
Now, that secret had been transferred from the stone to Harry Potter, him becoming the secret keeper, and the ancestral home of the Peverells had finally opened for its Lord.
Harry moved forward and entered the castle compound through large metallic gates which appeared to be made of pure silver.
Harry was standing in awe and was stunned by the sheer extravagance of the Peverell brothers.
To think that they had used goblin forged silver for an exterior gate.
It was a display of wealth beyond anything he had imagined.
Maybe when you had accomplished everything in life, these were things you did.
Connected to the gates were enormous walls that surrounded the entire estate.
The vast space between the outer walls and the main building had likely once been filled with gardens, but it now lay in ruins. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
He continued toward the main building, crossed a humongous wooden door, and entered a massive hall.
Inside the hall, the atmosphere was thick with gloom and darkness.
While the magical ley lines passing beneath the castle had prevented the structure from collapsing over the last thousand years, the interior was in shambles.
Because of the runes hiding the castle, the ley lines had only been able to maintain the exterior.
Harry cast a large Lumos, allowing the orb of light to float into the air.
The hall brightened and Harry was able to see around more clearly.
With no active magic to sustain the inside, the hall was covered in thick layers of dirt and cobwebs.
However, according to the memories of the brothers, the castle was laced with various dormant runes designed for cleansing, organization, and repair.
He moved toward the center of the hall, where a palm sized, pentagonal blue crystal was sitting atop a large stone square.
Just as he had done before, Harry cut open his palm and allowed his blood to fall onto the crystal.
Within moments, he felt the remaining wards of the castle shift their loyalty to him, giving him complete control over the fortress.
A powerful magical pulse rippled through the stone, signaling the castle’s renewed connection to the ley lines.
Finally, the crystal shone brilliantly and vanished, transporting itself to the Lord’s solar.
With magic now flowing freely, the dormant runes flared to life.
The gloom and darkness inside the hall were instantly replaced by bright, warm light.
Magical flames torches strapped on the walls and chandeliers hanging on the ceiling came alight.
Dust and cobwebs vanished in a heartbeat.
Broken pieces of furniture and stray fragments of stone were repaired and returned to their original positions in an instant.
In the moments that followed, the castle was flooded with an intense amount of magic.
Harry could literally feel the power flowing through the air, prickling his skin and humming against his senses.
It was a feeling that was hard to describe.
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