Key Connection

As soon as the meat started smelling fabulous, he dropped into his mind-scape. He walked toward the lake, nodding toward the ducks he passed. Without undressing, he began to walk into the golden liquid, enjoying the richness flow along his skin.

In the kitchen, his body began to glow a golden hue. Each limb began to stretch, his spine began to twist, and sharp cracks and squishes filled the room. As the glow faded, the small child was much taller, but seemed almost gaunt. His chin was sharp under his skin, his cheeks fell inward, his neck bones defined. A near skeletal hand lifted the entire platter close to the tight mouth. As his thin lips opened, multiple threads leaped from his throat and began dragging food inwards, much of it vanishing before it even reached his lips. As the platter cleared, his skin relaxed, his muscles expanded, and his body looked more and more fit. With barely a conscious thought the milk jug was lifted to his lips, and threads again fled his mouth and began absorbing the fatty, calcium filled liquid.

Petunia shuddered as she walked into the kitchen. They had noticed Harry not getting taller with Dudley last year, and he had explained that he liked his height, so saw no reason to grow. It had been a strange conversation, but she never enjoyed listening to the sounds of him changing his shape or age.

Very creepy.

Still, she couldn't help but feel fascinated as she looked at his new form. Once again near her shoulder in height, he was easily four foot six. His muscles were defined again, his skin perfectly clear (of course), his hair still wild. It never seemed to stay down unless he manually held it down with his threads. His green eyes flashed toward her as his smile crossed his face. "So how do I look?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

Petunia rolled her eyes. "Like an eleven year old. Now clean up the mess you made and get ready for bed. You had a busy day today and you need rest." She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Double rest, since you changed your body so much."

He grumbled about not being tired as he went to his bedroom. He placed his master book on his side table, designed to look like a huge leaf next to his moss bed. Harry still needed time, ink, and blood to begin binding all his new texts to the master book.

His trunks opened as he began sorting all his new stuff. Clothing went into the family trunk, in the closet. The Family trunk also took all the potion ingredients in the special cabinet, thank goodness Mr. Trunk had added that. He moved one of the bookcase trunks inside, in the corner of the Family trunk. This would be his magical library, the other one would stay in his room and hold his non-magical stuff.

Harry let his threads continue moving things around and emptying his bottomless pouch. He had decided that the second one would be a gift, since he hadn't gotten anywhere close to filling his first one. He bet Aunt Petunia would love having something this handy for her every day stuff.

He smiled as he thought back to his first magical friend. She had such a spark, an interest in learning. He grinned as he remembered how much she had loved that book he had found. The Occlumency book was suggested by Nagnok, as Gringott's employees were HEAVILY encouraged to protect their mind from others. It was looking through the advanced section that had shown him how similar it was to his own mind-scape.

He had managed to invite Petunia into his world once, last summer. They had thought it would work since Harry had fallen into hers way back when. She had caused a bit of a disturbance when she tried to hug Jim, but he had managed to get her out before any biting occurred. Well, biting of her anyway.

Harry was pretty sure he could invite Hermione over as well, to show her how he had done his mind. Maybe she could do something similar in her own. He frowned slightly. He would need to double check the weather first, wouldn't want any awkward clouds showing up or what have you.

He fiddled with the master book. After a few minutes, he pulled a pen from his desk and one of his non-magical class books over. Signing the inside cover, he held his thumb over the signature and pierced his thumb using a thin green thread, watching as blood partially obscured the squiggly name.

Blowing both blood and ink dry, he pressed the spine of the master book against the spine of his math text. Both glowed with a faint blue light for a few seconds, then separated.

He lifted the master book. The outside was black, but had a scaled pattern that felt good in his hands. The font had gold letters stating "Potter Family Master Book", which the store had done by request. The look on the clerks face had been priceless.

As he opened it, he saw on the left hand side the results of the blood bonding. Part of the setup required him allowing the book to connect to his magical essence, so it would recognize his blood on any texts he tried to connect. It had basic information, such as the current number of connected texts (Marked as 1 right now), number of connected note journals (He had only set up 9, one for each class and one for personal research), and the number of approved users (Currently only his name was listed). The manual said he could add permanent users or guest access for people for a specified amount of time.

He touched the text on the left side. The entire page was a patterned metal, and the letters were engraved and stained with a black ink. It was easy to read since it didn't reflect his face and the letters really stood out. The other side had a list (Of one, at the moment), two runes that looked like fancy arrows at the bottom, and one rune at the top right that looked like an owl. Supposedly the owl was the search feature, but had nothing to really search for right now.

Harry gently pressed the only title listed on the right side. The entire line with the books name inverted, so the text was clean metal and the rest of the line was engraved black ink. He then closed the book and opened it again.

Now the book was full of pages. It only looked like around twenty sheets, but as he turned pages he noticed the oldest ones vanished and new ones appeared, so it was always 10 pages on either side. He pressed the page number, and said aloud 113. The pages quickly rifled past, and when they stilled he was right where he expected.

Closing the book reset it back to the book list. He frowned. This would make it very difficult to make notes while using the text. He opened the master book and pressed both the math book and his personal journal, so that both were highlighted. Harry tried to select a third one, but it caused his first selection to fade out... it seemed he could only choose two at once.

A quick reopening later and he smiled. The left side now had his text on it, while the right was blank pages. Both pages had the turning runes like the back cover had, so the use was obvious.

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