Harry found a big spread waiting for him when he got out of the shower. The extra helping of treacle tart made him smile as he took a seat at the small table. He didn't realize how hungry he was until he saw the remains. There was a stack of plates and flatware spread across the table. He leaned back enjoying the feeling of being full. There hadn't been time after the battle and the magical exhaustion from traveling through time didn't leave time to eat.
It wasn't until the food was gone before he saw the stack of wands and some fresh clothes waiting for him. There were a lot more than he had expected. He wasn't an expert on wand creation. What he did know came from his brief time with Olivander. The details were starting to blur while the knowledge was there.
The first wand turned into ash in his hand then the three after that literally jumped out of his grip. A couple rolled away from his reach. He wasn't going to chase them. Something was obviously wrong with the situation. Either the wands were all extremely loyal to their original wielders or there was something going on with him. He was going to bet it was him and not the wands.
Harry studied his hands. A smattering of scars that looked like fireworks dotted both of hands. He would have written it off as random injuries that he had picked up recently if not for the long stretch of clear skin running along the center of his palms. It was exactly where he had held the Eldar Wand when he broke it. There had been an explosion of magic when the wand shattered. He was too distracted to notice the multiple splinters lodged in his hands. The scars looked like they had been there for years. There weren't any slivers to remove either. Either traveling through time had caused the wounds to heal at an accelerated rate or it was the wands doing. Further inspection revealed the same sort of scars running along the length of his forearms as well. The only way he was going to be free of the Eldar Wand was if he removed both his arms.
He didn't bother testing out any more wands. Someone else might be able to use them.
"Dobby!" He called.
The elf appeared a moment later, "Great Harry Potter calls?"
"Thanks for gathering the wands," Harry said. "Could you put them back please?"
Dobby's large ears drooped, "Did Dobby do bad?"
"No," Harry answered quickly. "You did great. Thank you for the food and clothes as well."
"Dobby is proud to serve," The Elf bowed. "Does Harry Potter sir need anything else?"
"I'm fine," Harry replied. "I'll call you if I need anything. Goodnight Dobby."
"Goodnight Harry Potter sir," Dobby replied before disappearing with a soft pop.
Harry found a pair of pajamas and got changed. Either Dobby adjusted them, or he was just lucky as the clothes fit just fine. He settled in bed and drifted off to sleep.
~
Harry woke to the sound of someone knocking on his door. He rolled out of bed and trudged over to answer it. His mind wasn't truly awake. Opening the door to find Dumbledore waiting for him meant this was obviously a dream. He had seen Dumbledore's die and was there for his funeral.
"Nope," Harry closed the door before going back to bed.
He looked over his shoulder as the door opened. The memories from last night smacked his gray matter. Time travel, right.
"Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry mumbled, "I'm not awake yet."
"Minerva swears by a nice, honeyed tea in the morning," Dumbledore said. "I prefer a chocolate covered espresso beans. The sweetness mixed with the bitter is wonderful. Not to mention the texture."
Harry shook his head, "What brings you here, Albus?"
"Albus?" Dumbledore asked raising his eyebrows.
Harry nodded, "I'm not a student anymore."
"That is actually the reason I wished to speak with you," Dumbledore took a seat. "We were wondering what your level of education truly is."
Harry paused. He finished sixth year but had spent most of what was supposed to be his seventh year on the run. From what he had heard, he hadn't missed anything aside from more torture. The quality of instruction had suffered greatly under Voldemort's control.
"I have my OWLs, but I haven't taken my NEWTs yet," Harry answered. "Voldemort controlled Hogwarts during what would have been my Seventh Year."
Dumbledore nodded with a small smile playing on his lips, "Excellent."
"Hm?" Harry raised his eyebrows in confusion.
The smile on Dumbledore's face grew, "It sounds like you have the perfect reason to stay at Hogwarts. You need to finish your education."
"Oh," Harry said slowly. "Malfoy and his minions are trying to find a way to get me out of here."
Dumbledore nodded, "And then you would be on your own."
"I'm already on my own," Harry stated. "The Goblet didn't assign me as the champion for Hogwarts. That was Cedric. I wasn't attached to any school."
Dumbledore thought for a moment, "I will be able to work with that." His eyes twinkled. "What would you say to representing House Potter?"
"That works," Harry chuckled. "I need to go to Gringotts then I need to see if I can get Sirius free."
"Good plan," Dumbledore replied. "I noticed you don't have a wand."
Harry sighed, "My old wand was lost in the fighting. I was using a replacement."
"A replacement?" Dumbledore asked. "We could take you to Ollivander to find it."
His eyes drifted to the holster where the Eldar Wand rested, "Someone else is using it."
"Oh," Dumbledore looked at his wrist. "That is a conundrum."
Harry shook his head, "I don't want it."
"Bold of you to say," Dumbledore stated. "Many wizards have spent the better part of their lives trying to wield it."
Harry sighed, "I already have more people than I like trying to kill me."
Dumbledore gave a single, solemn nod.
"The wands I have tried reacted violently," Harry added.
Dumbledore furrowed his brow but didn't say anything for a few moments.
"I will have Minerva send for you to arrange your NEWT classes," Dumbledore said. "After your trip to Gringotts. I would have liked to have Alastor escort you, but he has classes all day."
Harry's brow furrowed. There was something about Moody he needed to remember. Karkaroff didn't have anything to do with things. Harry was able to latch onto a solid memory about a Death Eater hiding among the staff. Moody wouldn't drop the issue, but investigating Karkaroff was a waste of time.
"Karkaroff didn't do it," Harry said. "It was a Death Eater."
"Do you remember who?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry glared at the middle-distance as he shook his head, "That would be too easy." He took a calming breath. "What about an Auror escort?"
"That could be possible," Dumbledore said. "I do have a few Order members among them."
"Tonks," Harry said. "It would be nice to see her again."
"I will see what I can do," Dumbledore chuckled. "Breakfast isn't for another hour. You can eat in your private quarters or join us in the Great Hall."
"An hour?" Harry grumbled. "You woke me up with an hour to spare?"
Dumbledore chuckled, "I'm an old man, Harry. We don't need as much sleep as the youth."
"I am 'the youth'," Harry countered.
"It must have slipped my mind," Dumbledore gave a sly grin. "I am an old man, after all."
Harry shook his head, "I'll see you in the Great Hall at breakfast."
"Good day, Harry," Dumbledore said. "I will update you on our escort once I have news."
"Thank you, Professor," Harry called after the wizard.
He wasn't going to argue about having an escort. Having a Harry Potter from the future would make a lot of people nervous. He had learned enough to know that an extra wand could keep him alive a little longer.
There wasn't enough time to go back to sleep. Harry went through the clothes that Dobby had gathered for him. The Muggle options were decades out of date. Bell-bottoms, a military style shirt, and a tweed jacket. He wouldn't look out of place among other magical folk trying to blend in with the mundane world. The magical wardrobe was a better option. Older robes were of decent quality, comfortable shoes similar to Oxfords, and slacks. The undershirt was the same color of the robes but was thinner.
Harry caught his reflection in the mirror letting out a grumble when he got a proper look. All he needed to do was slick back his hair and walk around like he had a stick up his ass to fit in with Draco's minions. New clothes had become quite important as long as he had access to a vault.
NOTE-My new mug can fit half of coffee pot. In other news, the local underwear gnomes are in conflict with the squirrels. The neighborhood cats have taken up mercenary work and are eating good.