Pieces of Me, Scattered to the Wind

Pieces Old and New

The month of July had perhaps been the most insane month of Harry Potter's life. And that was saying something because Harry's last 5 years of life had been nothing short of crazy. Now, Harry was preparing to take things from crazy to massively chaotic. His birthday had passed earlier that week and while his aunts both gave him nice gifts- a set of nice robes from Lucretia and an etiquette book from Cassie (which he knew was a backhanded gift, but he didn't care.) Harry along with Hermione and his aunts had been too busy to honestly enjoy his birthday. They had spent time planning and the past week and a half had been dedicated to the four of them pouring over financial records, magical tomes, and doing their best to lay out their plans to take down Dumbledore.

Harry had even spent hours sequestered away with Cassie trying to figure out what exactly the bond between him and Voldemort was. When he told her the details of what had happened the previous school year, Cassie had suggested that it could be from the ritual done to bring Voldemort back to life using Harry's own blood. She had jokingly suggested Horcruxes but when he had asked her about it she said it was impossible because Horcrux spells had long been lost (even to the Black Family) and that no one had practiced such magic in almost 400 years.

Harry had also spent the last week fully catching up and familiarizing himself with the last details of the Potter Estate. It turns out that the Potter family had five properties to its name and millions of galleons piled up in their bank accounts. An ancient Potter Manor, a cottage his parents had went into hiding in that was now destroyed, a beach villa in Spain that was an anniversary gift from Charlus to Dorea, and an old brownstone townhome in London all now rested in his name and he couldn't wait to explore all that was his. He also found out that the school fund account that he had been using so carefully was not the entirety of his family fortune, which only served to anger him when he learned this.

Having his familiar with him did add some stress relief to all the chaos of the past month- when he could actually find the time to visit Hedwig. (His aunts had informed him on the 5th day of their time together that during his bursts of magic when he was unconscious that he had summoned all his things to him- Hedwig, his trunk, all of it.) Hedwig had been happily resting in the Black Family Owlery and on occasion he could visit her, however Harry was rather goal oriented and right now it was hard for him to shake his focus off of anything other than his plan.

Since the night of the Blood Adoption Ritual, Harry had only gone out into Diagon Alley two times and both times he had caught sight of Death Eaters. The first time he had seen Blaise Zabini and when his Zabini caught sight of his brilliant green eyes his own had widened and he started striding his way towards Harry. Harry had burst into laughter and thrown on his Invisibility Cloak. Of course, he hadn't been able to resist popping up behind Zabini's shoulder and whispering in his ear.

"You'll have to be much quicker than that." Harry had snickered in his ear and when Zabini had spun around angrily hissing at him to show himself, Harry had only laughed and apparated away.

The second time it had been Draco that Harry had seen.

"Malfoy!" He called singsongingly from the other side of the road by Quality Quidditch. Draco's head had snapped towards him and Harry had wiggled his fingers in a teasing wave. But like the others, Malfoy wasn't fast enough. "Better luck next time!" Harry called to Malfoy as he dodged his cousin and vanished with a crack.

It had been fun times but now it was August, school was rapidly approaching, and it was time to set things in motion. It was time for the games to come to an end. That almost saddened Harry because it was the only other thing besides walloping Malfoy in quidditch that Harry had found genuine fun in. He had never expected that one of the most fun little moments in his life would happen because Tom Riddle, yet here he was.