Otherworldly Interference

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the early morning sun. Harry law sprawled in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind was still weighing heavily from all the information he received from Salashra. All the revelations about the founders, the lies that had been propagated that caused the current situation where there was a rift among all the houses. 

He couldn't understand any of it. Yes it could be totally normal to dismiss them as consequences of bad people and time, but what if it was not? What if it was something that was done deliberately to keep wizards weak? Praesidius had told him that his main opponent was a god—well she didn't tell him, but he did figure it out himself. 

If it was a god then could it be their move to keep the houses apart deliberately? But Hogwarts was not the only magical institute in the world, there were many others from what he had read. Was it the same for all of them as well? But if the main villain here is a god, why would they go through all this trouble? Wouldn't it be easier just to wipe out the world at once using their godly powers? 

"Why did history take its course this way?" he muttered to himself. 

There was a slight possibility of Salashra lying to him but Harry didn't think so. When she talked about the founders and Salazar, he felt the genuine sorrow in her voice—or hiss, whatever. Something inside him told him that the history taking its course that it took was not something natural but something planned. 

Then again there was another thing that he came to know when he talked with Salashra. She is bound to follow the orders of a Parselmouth, regardless of what she wanted. Harry found this very weird, but Salashra had explained that Salazar had thought that his lineage would stay true to his vision and even then he doubted that the gift of Parselmouth would be common. Which is why he had bound Salashra with ancient magic that forces her to obey a Parselmouth. Harry did try to free her from it but the ancient magic was very complicated so he wasn't able to. 

Still, he had devised a temporary solution, well at least until he was able to analyze . Since Salashra was bound to follow any and every order given by a Parselmouth, he had given her the order to not attack any students under any circumstances. With this order, he hoped that in the future if anyone tried to give her an order to attack it would be overruled because of the conflict with his order. 

Harry sat up and looked at the clock on the bedside table. 4:56 AM. Well it has already been almost a week since his meeting with Salashra, and endless thoughts wouldn't lead him any further. History, gods, and ancient bonds could wait. Praesidius had said he did have time after all. What he needed now was action. The Ministry of Magic was under new leadership, and the time had come to deal with Yaxley and the Carrows.

Their influence and wealth were undeniable. The wizarding world as well as the Ministry had turned a blind eye to their crimes as Death Eaters, readily accepting their claims of being under the Imperius Curse. He knew better; the moment Voldemort returned they would be back, serving him with their outmost. 

"Now, what should I do with them?" Harry thought out loud. He could get them to transfer all their wealth to him and then he could either make them move out of the country or he could make them kill each other. But that didn't feel right. He could use both their wealth and their influence to set some of his own plans into action. 

"First, let me ensure I have enough funds for the Moonsbane Elixir program for at least another year," Harry smirked to himself. 

With that thought, he closed his eyes and focused, slipping into his mind to locate Corban Yaxley. With precision, he issued an order to him: "Donate 100,000 Galleons to the Moonsbane Elixir program."

The spell Imperius Veritas, ensured that Yaxley would carry out the command without question. More importantly, Yaxley would believe it was his own decision, a stroke of generosity born of his own will.

Satisfied, Harry turned his focus to Amycus Carrow. The process repeated itself seamlessly.

"Donate 100,000 Galleons to the Moonsbane Elixir program," he commanded. Like Yaxley, Amycus would comply, convinced the act was entirely his idea.

Opening his eyes, Harry couldn't help but chuckle to himself. 200 thousand galleons would be enough to keep the program running for at least two more years.

But this was only the beginning. Their wealth and influence would be his tools. Harry planned on redirecting every galleon, every ounce of power they wielded, into dismantling the old power and making the wizarding world progress into a better future.

"And when they've outlived their usefulness," he muttered, his voice low and cold, "they'll simply cease to exist."

Harry stood up and stretched. He glanced at the clock again 5:10 AM. Yawning wide, he rubbed his eyes and shuffled to the window. His lack of sleep last night had left him feeling groggy, but there was no time to waste. He had to train Ron and the others today and also train himself. He also had to look at improving the Eye-Correcting potion, so that he can sell it. Now that he thought about it, there was also a visit to Gringotts due for a long time. It's already been like three weeks since he had talked to Victor about buying out the Ellerby and Spudmore company. And the biggest thing of all, Harry still had to figure out a way to revive Lumos. 

He glanced at the calendar on his desk. July 21st. His eyes widened in panic.

"Goddamn it! Tomorrow is Abigail's birthday!"

He had completely forgotten about it. Petunia had reminded him of her birthday yesterday but he had forgotten about it completely. He began pacing the room, muttering under his breath. What should he get her? What would make her day truly special? Then, inspiration struck. A grin spread across his face as he came up with the perfect gift.

"Why not take her to Diagon Alley and let her choose whatever she wants? An all-expense-paid shopping trip," he declared to himself, proud of his "brilliant" idea. 

Feeling triumphant, Harry flung open the window of his room and stepped into the balcony. The cool morning breeze greeted Harry as he leaned over of the balcony, his room perched high on the fifth floor. With one fluid motion, he climbed onto the balcony and jumped down, the rush of the wind whipping through his hair as he plummeted downward. Disapparating mid-air, he reappeared instantly on the cliff overlooking the sea. 

Harry inhaled deeply, savoring the crisp, salty air. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below. It was a calming presence even though the sea was chaotic. First he needed to finalize the details of Abigail's birthday. He would get the Weasleys and the Grangers to come by. Sirius can bring his mysterious girlfriend too. Maybe Remus can by too. Who else?

How about the Hogwarts Professors? This idea lit a spark in Harry's mind. It certainly would be good to invite them as from what he knew the Hogwarts Professors usually didn't have much to do during the summer holidays. 

"Well that's settled," Harry muttered to himself. Then he turned and cupped his hand around his mouth and called out, "Hedwig!" 

The sound was more of a hooting than actual shout. Moments later, a familiar high-pitched screech reached his ears. He glanced toward the mansion and spotted a white blur gliding from the owlery, wings spread wide. Hedwig swooped gracefully through the morning air, landing on Harry's shoulder. 

"Do you ever think about the fact that I was napping?" Hedwig hooted, fluffing her feathers dramatically. "I mean, really, Harry. It's not even breakfast time, and here you are hollering."

Harry grinned, scratching the spot just under her beak that always made her melt. "I wouldn't wake you up unless it was important. I need your help." 

Hedwig tilted her head, her eyes narrowing in mock suspicion. "Important, huh? Is this like that time you 'urgently' needed me to fetch socks you left at Hermione's house, since you were too lazy to get it yourself?" 

Harry chuckled sheepishly. "Okay, fair, but this is important. It's Abigail's birthday tomorrow, and I need you to deliver some invitations—for the Hogwarts professors and Neville."

"Ah, the human with the cake obsession," Hedwig hooted. "Alright, but what's the catch? There's always a catch with you."

"Well..." Harry hesitated. "I need to put a little speed spell on you. Just for the delivery! That way, everyone gets the invitations on time." 

Hedwig huffed and flapped her wings lightly. "Speed spell, huh? What's in it for me?"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "A heartfelt thank you?"

She clicked her beak pointedly. "Try again, genius."

"Alright, alright." Harry threw up his hands in surrender, laughing. "What do you want? Owl treats? Pumpkin pastries?"

Hedwig nipped his ears. "Steak bites. The good kind. None of that 'it's on sale' nonsense."

Harry burst into laughter. "Steak bites! You've really gotten fancy, haven't you? What happened to the humble owl I used to know?"

"She wised up," Hedwig hooted smugly. "Now, do we have a deal, or am I going back to my nap?"

Harry stroke her head. "Deal. I'll get you a mountain of steak bites. But let's get the letters out first. This party isn't going to plan itself." 

"Make sure it's a big mountain," Hedwig added before taking off towards Harry's room. 

Harry chuckled and disapparated back to his room, gathering parchment and quills. He quickly wrote out the invitations and attached them to Hedwig's legs. Then he quickly cast a spell to speed up the journey and also keep her safe and energized. Hedwig flew out of the window with the letter, but not before reminding Harry to keep her steak bites ready, making Harry chuckle.

Shaking his head fondly, he muttered, "A mountain of steak bites… only for you, Hedwig."

Turning back into his room, Harry grabbed a fresh set of clothes and headed to the bathroom. The cold shower did wonders to clear up his mind. He quickly dressed, tying his hair back out of his face. His hair now was quite long and Harry tied it in a sort of small ponytail behind his head to keep it out of his face. He mentally ran through the day's agenda. 

First up, training Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Abigail. Their sessions were always intensive, and he always pushed them harder. They were improving quickly, each of them could take on a fifth year student now and they were already capable of silent casting. Coupled with their ability to do spells without any wand movements, they were quickly turning out to be quite powerful. Especially Abigail, who was someone who could possibly give Harry some competition soon. 

Next, he also had to check up on the rest of the group: Petunia, Vernon, Sirius, the twins, Percy, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. It was a lighter session compared to the core group, since they had other responsibilities as well. Still, Harry found it immensely rewarding. They were progressing well too, and out of the entire group Petunia in particular, was a standout. She had progressed at very fast pace. 

Harry smirked at the thoughts of his mum, as he affectionately referred to her in his mind—performing complex spells with barely any wand movement at all. In fact, most of the time, she didn't even need wand movements anymore. 

"Maybe I should start calling her Professor Petunia," Harry mused aloud, chuckling to himself as he laced up his boots.

By the time he finished getting ready, the sunlight had fully spilled into the room. Harry glanced at the clock. 6:51 AM. Still early, but not for long. He grabbed his notebook in which noted everyone's progress and headed downstairs. 

Harry descended the stairs and apparated mid-step, reappearing just outside the living room. The voices of his mismatched family grew clearer as he walked through the door. 

The Weasleys were spread out on the couched, their red hair vibrant in the soft morning light. Vernon sat in his favourite armchair talking with Mr. Weasley and Sirius. Petunia was answering something to Percy and Mrs. Weasley. The twins were talking amongst themselves. 

At the far corner, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Abigail were huddled together, their heads nearly touching as they whispered animatedly. Abigail spotted him first, waving enthusiastically.

"Good morning, everyone," Harry said, drawing their attention.

"Morning, Harry!" Abigail called out.

A chorus of greetings followed, and Petunia gestured towards the dinning hall. "Breakfast first, Harry. No sense in running everyone ragged on an empty stomach."

Harry nodded, following everyone to the dinning hall. Everyone took their seats on the table, which was laden with food. There was everything one could imagine in a proper English breakfast—eggs, sausages, bacon, roasted tomatoes, baked beans, mushrooms, toast, and...

"What's that?" Fred asked, leaning forward to inspect the centerpiece: a platter of smoked brisket.

"Looks like brisket," George supplied, sniffing dramatically. "And it smells brilliant."

'Did you make this, Petunia?" Vernon asked, eyeing the platter. 

Petunia shook her head, equally curious. "It wasn't me." 

She then called out for Dinky, who appeared almost instantly and bowed. "Dinky dear, who made this brisket? Was it you?" 

Dinky's ears perked up, and she puffed out her chest proudly. "Master Harry did, Mistress Petunia! He did, made it, yesterday night." 

Dead silence fell for a moment as everyone turned to Harry. 

"You made this?" Abigail asked, incredulous.

"Of course, I did, Abby. Why can't believe your brother can cook?" Harry asked casually, trying to keep a straight face. 

Fred grinned mischievously. "The Boy Who Lived—Ate and Cooked. Doesn't this new title sound good, Georgie?" 

George smirked back, "It sure does, Freddie."

Ron, already halfway through his first slice of brisket, chimed in through a full mouth. "Blimey, Harry, this is amazing. Is there anything you can't do?"

Harry chuckled, "There are plenty of things, Ron." 

Percy raised his fork dramatically. "To Harry Potter: master wizard, unparalleled trainer and culinary genius." 

"Don't forget house-elf negotiator," Hermione added. 

"And apparent multitasking prodigy," Sirius added with a smirk. 

The laughter was contagious. Mrs. Weasley took a bite of the brisket and gasped. "Harry, this is incredible. Molly Weasley approved!" 

Petunia, her smile proud but teasing, turned to Loppy. "Make sure there's extra brisket next time Harry cooks. And Dinky dear, let the others know Harry's cooking lessons will continue as planned."

Dinky nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mistress Petunia!"

Ginny leaned forward, eyes wide. "Harry, can you teach me how to cook like this?"

"Only if you promise not to burn the kitchen," Harry teased, winking at her, making her blush and huff at the same time. 

The room filled with laughter once more, and breakfast turned into a boisterous affair. Everyone took turns praising Harry's cooking, debating which spell made the brisket so perfect, and asking if he'd take over kitchen duties permanently.

As the plates began to empty, Sirius raised his coffee mug. "To Harry. For managing to do everything under the sun and still somehow putting up with all of us."

"To Harry!" the group echoed, raising their glasses and mugs.

Harry smirked, raising his own cup. "Alright, alright. Enough buttering me up. Let's finish up—there's work to do."

Petunia, ever practical, chimed in. "But first, someone better grab seconds before Fred and George devour the rest."

That sent everyone into a flurry of laughter and movement, the brisket quickly disappearing. Harry chuckled as everyone reached out to grab whatever piece of brisket they could. 

"So," Fred said, finishing the last of his brisket, "cooking genius, magic prodigy, and, oh yeah, youngest Potion Master in wizarding history. Is there anything you don't do, Harry?"

George nodded sagely, his tone mock-serious. "He probably moonlights as a dragon tamer and part-time goblin negotiator too. Right, Harry?"

Harry rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress his grin. "Not yet, but give me a few weeks."

"Okay, now that we are all fed and watered," Harry said with a smirk since it was an exact copy of Dumbledore's statement. "Let's start with the training." 

Everyone nodded and got up, as Tinsel and Loppy appeared to clear the table. Everyone followed Harry to the training room. 

The training room buzzed with energy as Harry guided everyone through their exercises. The adult group, including Vernon, Petunia, Sirius, Percy, the twins, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley showcased their progress. Petunia stood out with her ability to cast without any wand movements at all, leaving Harry impressed and proud. Vernon surprised everyone when, after several attempts, he managed to produce a small flare of wandless fire, earning cheers and a proud kiss from Petunia. 

The twins and Percy displayed precision in their spells, while Sirius and the elder Weasleys showed promising improvement but still hesitated to trust their magical energy fully. Harry advised them to overcome their doubts. 

Then a duel followed that left the adults in awe. Harry faced Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Abigail. They were casting sixth-year spells effortlessly. The turning point came when Hermione apparated mid-duel, although she appeared 8 feet above the ground and Harry had to catch her to stop her from falling and hurting herself. 

After the session, Harry cast energizing and cleaning spells on the exhausted group, commending their progress. The adults had already left but before leaving Harry had seen the fire of determination in their eyes. Determination to not lose to the kids. Well as long as they didn't get discouraged thinking about useless stuff. 

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Harry sat on a plush armchair, a thick tome on Spacial Manipulations in Advanced Magic resting on his lap. It was one of the books he had found in the Room of Requirement that day when he had tried to search for the horcrux. 

As he read, he ran a hand through his untamed hair with frustration evident on his face. For some unknown reasons, spacial magic eluded him. Even time magic which was considered to be one of the hardest magic to master, was something he could do relatively easily, yet his mind didn't want to understand the concept of bending space. And the biggest slap on the face was that even Apparation was a sort of spacial magic and he was so good at it that he didn't produce a single sound, yet when he moves to anything else, his brain just stopped working and went for a holiday. 

Across his, Petunia was perched on the sofa with Abigail fast asleep with her head in her lap. Petunia's hand absently stroked Abigail's hair while she flipped through the pages of a book on magical cores. 

Vernon on the other hand sat at the corner desk, a parchment spread before him as he sketched with surprising focus. 

Harry sighed and flipped the book across the couch and groaned, snapping Petunia's attention away from her book. She glanced at him, "Still struggling with spacial magic?" she asked, her tone gentle yet teasing. 

"It doesn't make sense," Harry muttered, "I have mastered time magic, which is supposed to be ridiculously hard. But this… it's like trying to grab hold of smoke. Every time I think I've got it, it slips away. My bloody brain doesn't seem to want to learn spacial magic."

Vernon glanced up from his work, his quill paused mid-stroke and said with a smirk. "You're just going to be twelve, Harry. Maybe give it a few weeks before you get too annoyed at yourself for not mastering everything."

Petunia chuckled softly, "You've already done more than enough to make everyone else feel inadequate, Harry. A little patience won't hurt."

Harr sighed, "Patience huh? Alright." 

Just as he settled back on the couch, a loud screech pierced the air. Harry looked up to see Hedwig flying in through the door. She landed on his shoulder, nipping at his ear affectionately. 

"Delivered all the letters?" Harry asked her with a smile. 

"Where are my steak bites?" Hedwig asked. 

Harry chuckled, "Give me a moment, your majesty," he said, rising from the couch. "Mum, I'll be back soon. Hedwig wants steak bites and she refuses to take anything else." 

Harry looked at Petunia who had her mouth open in shock. Vernon too was staring at Harry with a shocked face. 

"What in Merlin's name was that?" Vernon finally asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Ah, yes. I created a potion that lets me talk to all magical and non-magical creatures alike. Quite something isn't it?" Harry said, entirely nonchalant. 

Both Petunia and Vernon exchanged stunned looks, their expressions caught somewhere between awe and disbelief. Petunia finally managed to mutter, "Harry, sometimes I think you might just be a little too brilliant."

Harry laughed, "I'll take that as a compliment, Mum." With Hedwig still perched on his shoulder, he headed toward the kitchen, leaving Petunia and Vernon to marvel at yet another impossibility brought to life by the boy they called their own. 

After feeding Hedwig her steak bites and sending her off, Harry returned to the living room. Petunia was still stroking Abigail's hair, her expression now contemplative. Vernon had resumed his work but glanced up when Harry sat down. 

"So," Harry began, leaning back, "I invited quite a few people over for tomorrow."

Petunia raised an eyebrow, and Vernon set his quill aside, both waiting for details. 

"I invited the professors from Hogwarts," Harry continued, "Neville, the Grangers, the Weasleys, and, of course, Sirius and his mysterious girlfriend, whose name he wouldn't tell me at all." 

Petunia laughed softly, trying to mask her amusement with a cough. "Well, maybe he has his reasons."

"Reasons like what?" Harry asked, leaning forward. "Come on, you two know something, don't you?"

Vernon chuckled but shook his head. "Not a word, Harry. You'll find out tomorrow, just like everyone else."

Petunia chimed in, her tone teasing. "Besides, it's more fun this way."

Harry groaned, throwing his hands up in mock frustration. "You two are impossible. How is it that you know and I don't?"

Petunia smiled innocently. "Oh, we just pay attention when Sirius is around. You, on the other hand, are usually too busy being brilliant."

Harry huffed, though his grin betrayed his amusement. "Fine. Keep your secrets."

Changing the subject, Petunia asked, "What kind of food should we prepare?" 

"I think I'll leave that to you Mum," Harry replied. 

Vernon leaned back in his chair, "I think we should get the ballroom decorated for the party, since there would be so many people." 

Harry nodded, "Yes, that would be great. Shall we do it?" 

Vernon, "Now? I think we'll have to wait for a while, Harry. I really need to finish what I'm doing right now." 

Harry nodded in understanding, leaning back into his chair. "Alright, Dad. Finish up what you're working on. I'll be here." He reached for his book on spatial magic again, flipping it open to the section he had been struggling with earlier.