Watch out where you sleep

Harry woke again the next day, making him make a wary smile, he had slept more hours in two days than in the past week.

Still, he didn't mind, the first thing he did after waking up was to look at his ugly and empty room.

Last night he had even banished the closet.

So now, seeing his empty room, he was thinking about conjuring some new things, but that would make them disappear after a time, so the best option was to just buy some really old and broken furniture and fix it with magic, not only that but he also wanted to buy good quality furniture, with nice wood, at least enough so that it could take the burden of magical enchantments.

Magic always flows better under natural materials; in the future, the status of secrecy was still a thing, but there was a new institution made by the World Council, this institution was called S.E.A.R.C.H (Sorcery Enlightenment And Research Center for Humans) and had the amazing idea of hiring Muggles and Magical's to make new technology. This had been a great success and made magic research go through a new era.

But even with that, they hadn't discovered a single synthetic that was better than natural fabrics and materials.

It is not that you couldn't enchant synthetic metals, but they lasted way less and had a maximum capacity smaller than their natural counterpart. If the natural counterpart was of magical origin, better.

While thinking of this, Harry smelled a rancid odour, he kept sniffing while looking at his arms.

With a scared face, he put his nose close to his armpits and took a sniff.

* Peugh* "Hooo, that's nasty"

His thinking of the past-future was interrupted for a new quest to the bathroom, he smelled like the Weasley's Ghoul.

Harry went to his cousin's bathroom that was just in the middle of the hallway.

Seeing the whole bathroom full of toys, he was going to banish them, but remembering that his little cousin was going to use the bath, he decided to just Charm the toys so they would go to the Dudley room.

Having a little more room, Harry undress himself. This time he was looking at the ugly old clothing, they were full of stains and small holes, but instead of fixing them, he decided to burn them.

He pointed his finger at the pile of clothing and sent an Ashen Curse, the whole clothing became ash, he then banished the ash. Those clothing didn't deserve to even be banished, after all, they didn't even know where banished objects were sent, but he knew that whatever place they went, they didn't deserve the smell of such foul pieces of fabric.

He went to the shower and cast some charms on it.

The first charm was called the Massa-Aquanti spell or how people called it the water massage charm. It was a charm made by some 2100 new generations of wizards that were pretty put off at not having Jacuzzis.

After casting the spells, all around the shower, the walls started to send jets of water towards his body, making a perfect massage like a standing jacuzzi. He then sent another Charm, this was for water temperature, making the water into perfect heat.

Harry exhale in bliss, he really needed a shower, looking down he saw a little blood running from his body, from his uncle's finger, probably.

He conjured a couple of bath sponges and charmed them to start washing him up.

It was with the door closed, and while enjoying his water-jet massage that Harry thought 'I love magic'.

Harry was now in front of the mirror looking at his face, his hair was a mess as always, he honestly didn't like his hair too much, it had too many bad memories of his aunt trying to make him bald. Harry closed his eyes trying to connect to his magical core and make the core pulse in different ways, the core was blinking like a Morse code, in different intervals.

After a couple of minutes, from the core there appeared a new colour, this was constantly changing while transforming into different shapes.

Seeing that it was all good, he looked again at the mirror, this time his hair started to change.

He made his hair extremely long, almost to his waist, he then gave himself an afro, changed the colour to blue, pink and then started to just draw patterns on it.

He had unlocked his extremely thin but fun Methamorphamagus power.

What he had done was activate old magical traits from his blood. He didn't have a lot of them, most of them were so diluted that they would not give him anything, and he had already unlocked the other two (Parselmouth and Animagus). This was the last trait and only really worked for his hair, still, he loved it.

Looking at his colouring hairstyle, he couldn't stop thinking about Nymphadora and Remus, they had died so young in the war…

Harry shook his head, they were now alive! He didn't need to keep thinking about the ones gone but protect the ones he had!

Harry nodded his head smiling at the mirror while thinking what hairstyle to have, thinking about Child Service and that they would visit next week. He scowled his face and decided to just go for a shaved head. Of course, he also wanted to have some little fun so he made a small drawing of a thunderbolt on top of his left ear.

Harry looked at himself in the mirror while doing randoms faces and poses like fashion models. He looked good!

With happy steps, he left the bathroom while casting cleaning charms to the shower and conjuring an ugly sparkling green towel robe on him. Noting the floor a little cold, he also conjures a pair of dragon sleepers that send a little of smoke from their nostrils every couple of minutes.

He didn't know if it was thanks to his age, but as a good old geezer, he also loved ugly and sparkly clothing.

Going down the stairs, he raised an eyebrow, the house was completely silent.

Still, he didn't care and kept walking to the kitchen, on the table he saw a bundle of cash with a small piece of paper that said [Money for groceries and new clothing- Petunia] Harry opened both of his eyes in surprise.

He didn't know what to think about this, so he decided to just go with it.

Harry didn't realize that he had a smile plastered on his face the whole morning.

After eating breakfast, he went out to the garden, seeing the beautiful flowers, he started to cast some charms used in Herbology.

He also conjures a grasscutter and sends the same charm as last night, making the grasscutter mow the grass by itself.

Seeing the now beautiful and organized garden, he sits under the tree and closes his eyes.

The moment Harry went into his mind palace, he paled in horror.

All the shells were on the floor, the books were flying around while others were broken on the floor.

He sighs in exasperation and will his grimoire into his hand.

Looking at the grimoire, he breathed a sigh of relief, it was fine and not broken.

The grimoire was the most important thing in his mind as it had all the books of his whole mind inside. Like a mind inside a mind.

He wanted to become an Animagus by the end of the day, but now he needed to fix his mind.

Harry started to will the shells back in place, this time he also used the opportunity to organize the library in better sections. He also made a long wood table in the middle and some fluffy couches. He knew that in the future Fleur would be inside his mind for a long time.

Six hours later the whole library was better than before, looking like one of those old libraries with a nice Dark Academia theme going on. He still needed to do the last upgrade.

This upgrade would take a lot more time. The reason was that it was one of the two projects he had left alone after finding about the Hollows wish and decided to go back in time.

Harry looked at his grimoire and went to a carpet that said [Project Line].

The project line was about making a search tool inside his mind and with it getting rid of the arduous task of looking for a book for a book when researching something.

He could right now ask for specific books, but it was like a normal library, he needed to know what title book he wanted and then look inside it for the information.

Right now, he could only easily look for books that he had already previously separated after reading them, but he couldn't do anything for the ones he hadn't read.

What he wanted to do was a search tool where he could write a topic, and it would give a list of the books that speak about it. The more specific the information, the fewer books there would be to the point of only giving a single sentence. It was a filter tool for his immense mental palace.

Seeing the thousand shells made him sigh in annoyance, he hadn't even read half of them, having the ability to take pictures with your eyes was great, but he still needed time for reading, and he knew how many fillers they were inside of magical books.

He really needed the search filter.

Harry plop himself on one of the fluffy couches and started to read the old information on his research. He kept reading for hours until he heard the voice of someone calling him.

Harry opened his eyes, in front of him there was his cousin Dudley and the woman of child service from last time.

Seeing Harry wake up, the woman said:"It's a beautiful garden".

Harry only nodded his head,"Yeah, I put a lot of work into it".

Hearing this, the woman put on a sad face while Dudley was there looking at the grass without saying anything.

Harry looked at Dudley and asked, "Do you need something?"

The woman seeing the red-faced Dudley push him a little bit in encouragement.

Dudley looked at Harry and said "Thank you for not sending me to juvie".

Harry looked at him with a raised eyebrow and said: "And?"

Dudley's face grew redder in embarrassment and while looking at the grass said

"Sorry for treating you so bad"

Harry nodded his head, this time he looked intensely at Dudley.

"From this moment onwards, I'm protecting myself, be it physically or just by calling the police.

"I hope that you can be better than that piece of dirty shi-"

"Language!"

"I hope that you can be better than Vernon, you should also lose weight if you don't want to die of a heart attack before your twenties"

Dudley nodded his head really fast looking like a bobblehead toy.

Seeing that Harry didn't say anything else, Dudley asked "All good?"

Harry said, "Tell your aunt that you want to lose weight, and we are all good".

Dudley smiled at Harry"Okay!"And look at the woman of child service, the woman nodded her head, letting him go towards his mother.

Harry looked at the kitchen and saw his aunt nodding at him for a second while quickly leaving.

The woman said to Harry"You are really mature for your age".

Harry only snorted."Not because I want too"

The woman sent a wary smile "okay okay, I know that you had a really rough time in here, but I'm sure that things are going to be better from now on.

"Do you need anything else? Or are you doing fine by yourself?"

Harry looked at her and said, "I need new clothing and someone with a car to buy old furniture, I like woodworking and want to fix them myself".

The woman nodded,"I have time right now, do you have money?"

Harry knew that he still needed to act as if he was a kid. So he gave her the bundles of pounds given by his aunt.

The woman looked at it with a raised eyebrow and started counting. Seeing that it was a lot of money, she said "It is more than enough, did your aunt give it to you?"

Harry only nodded his head.

"Okey, let's go, first, clothing, you can't keep using that horrendous bathrobe, you can keep the enchanted sleepers, they are cute. Then we are going to buy the furniture, I know a place that sells old and broken stuff."

Harry and the woman started to walk out of the house. Before leaving, he took a peek at his aunt on the couch hugging Dudley while crying. He didn't say anything. The choice was on them, they needed to start being responsible for their actions, and he only had three more months inside the house before leaving for good.

While getting into the car, Harry opened his eyes in complete horror while looking at the woman "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY ENCHANTED?"

The woman sent a smile at him and while ignoring his scream, she said, "By the way, I love that Thunder on your hair, just like in the Harry Potter books.

Harry only looked at the woman with puppy eyes and said "ups?".

The woman snorted and said, "We need a lot to speak Mr Potter..."

It was like this that Harry James Potter knew that he fucked up.