Harry Potter But AU??? - Chapter 151

HARRY’S POV

While Harry had fun in the Ball, he really enjoyed going back to routine, especially that three days after New Year he finished one of his projects- the magical energy container or MEC.

The new MEC isn’t that different from the old one.

In fact, it only has two additional abilities.

1) it now has main MEC and secondary MECs, with the secondary MECs being put far away and still able to transfer the magical energy from near them with minimal loss.

2) it can be improved on any time that is needed, and by adding in the creation of the actual metal box the intent of connecting it to the secondary MECs each upgrade will happen at the same time on all the MECs, though it will take more magic.

After he finished making the main one and a couple of secondary ones, Harry just let FACT do the rest, by the end of the week he will have Remus put one in every magical location in Britain, making the game expand.

Another thing that he finished was sixth year of medical studies, and while he knew that after that he will have many Eastern books about the body to read, it still felt like an incredible accomplishment.

Thinking that, Harry smiled as he moved to his next project – creating a soul jar.

GEORGE’S POV

“Before we begin the first tournament of Turbo dueling, we have a happy announcement to make.” George said as he thought about the new Harry told him just a day before.

“From this weekend onward, card dueling and Turbo dueling will be able to be played anywhere in Britain!” The applause was greater then he ever heard, some of the audience members even looked relieved.

“Now, for the opening game we have two of the champions of the Triwizards tournament!”

As George saw the tournament he couldn’t help but once more feel pride, they are about to change the wizarding world.

JAMES’ POV

While other people were having a good time, James was going through everything they bought and any one they gave money to for the last 20 years for what seemed to be the thousand time since he got the news his bank account is getting emptied.

Yes, they did seem to spend more money then any other Potter has, at least since 13 years ago, but with the money they got from the defeat of Voldemort they should be only spending a little bit more then what they were earning, no where near enough for their vault to be downgraded.

But it sees like it did, and worse, since then he’s been to the vault once a month, and each time he saw the gold was considerably less.

If it would have been anyone else, he would have thought or accusing them of theft, but the only thing good you can about the gold diggers named goblins was that they aren’t thieves.

They might cheat you, they might con you, but they would never steal money.

He offered to pay the goblins 500 Galleons to investigate who took the money, but they refused, even when he raised it to 5000 they refused, which told him one thing, who ever takes it make sure the goblins profit from it, a lot.

As he turned his eyes away from the papers, he thought of another problem he has, Sirius leaving the house.

Finding out the truth about Padfoot truly made James feel younger and older at the same time.

Younger because his best friend didn’t betray them! He wasn’t wrong in having that man as a brother in all but blood!

Yet, at the same time, it was like all his mistakes, the ones he put the blame on Sirius, came back to hunt him.

He let his best friend rot in the closest thing to hell on earth for twelve years! He let his wife and the old headmaster give his child away! When that said child came back and was sorted to Slytherin he was cast away, which was only a few weeks after his adoptive parents, who James was so grateful to, were killed in an accident.

He wasn’t just a bad friend, he was a bad father, but he didn’t want to stay that way, he wanted to change.

Which is why he made sure Padfoot gets better, that he didn’t leave the house before he can convince the ministry the man isn’t guilty.

Of course, he didn’t think about how it felt to Sirius.

He thought of him as the old Sirius, the one who hasn’t lived stuck in hell for more then a decade, the one who didn’t probably have claustrophobia.

Remus on the other hand, that man thought about it all.

So he came while James was at work, talked for what seemed like 35 minutes with the man according to what his house elf Vicki told him, out of which, 30 were at the library, and then they disappeared, living a note about traveling the muggle way.

James felt like everything was falling under him.

He didn’t have any of his friends, one of his sons probably hated him, and the Potter legacy is about to be ruined.

For the third time since Sirius left, James cried.