Key Connection

The one up here was a copy of course. He kept the room with the originals VERY well hidden, and had given Jim the memory of where he had hid it. He couldn't find the originals if he wanted to, although he could add to them with Jim's approval. He had picked up several books about magical languages, including Mermish, Gobbledegook for Goblins, and Troll. They even had runes you could press to hear the sounds as needed, which would help him pick it up much faster. Harry really wanted to know these languages so well that he would be able to converse without consciously recognizing the change.

He sighed as he picked up the scrap of paper with the conversion rate of Galleons and such. The new money was just about as silly as the non-magical one. He added it to the right shelf and moved on. At least when he used the Key Harry didn't have to begin pulling random coins out of everywhere.

At least some of the information was important to him. He grinned at Hermione's shelf and turned to the newest section of his purple library: The Potter Section. Everything he could find about his family. He even made copies of his Mom and Dad's last night in book form and added them. Every detail Professor McGonagall had given was carefully added, each scrap he gained placed in honor.

He would have more when he was allowed full access to his vaults, but until then he would try to contact everyone who knew James and Lily Potter and make this section huge.

Harry looked back at the remaining pile and sighed. No one said organizing your mind was fun.

LAST BLOODY ONE.

Forget learning. That had been TERRIBLE. He had at long last filled out the 'First Year Texts' section of the Hogwarts shelf, although he had left room for any notes to be added. Honestly that had been the easiest part.

No, the ANNOYING part had been creating mental maps and recreations of all the places he had been. He had dedicated an orange room JUST FOR mental maps, and Gringotts alone had taken forever! Apparently the tunnels moved as well, although he hadn't noticed it at the time.

He had enjoyed going through Flourish and Blotts again, although parts of that store were more sketchy. Harry's original plan of mapping it out had fallen apart when he had met his new friend. Not that he regretted it of course. Harry knew he would be visiting the shop again often enough anyway.

The green-eyed boy had also created a sub-room in the purple library, a light purple room with models of all the people he had met with their names, times and places, and a tiny trunk in front of each one. Each trunk contained all the memories he had involving that person.

He had added a copy of Hermione, her parents, and Professor McGonagall to his green hall as well. The hall contained his treasures, and for some reason he couldn't explain these people were now one of them. Their models now were in a light green sub-room, inside where his magic lived. It felt warm for them to be in his green hall, with the Dursleys.

He smiled as he moved out into the sunshine, letting all the doors to the various rooms and halls close behind him. The clouds had increased a bit, now with random pleasant magical memories like watching a broom hover in the alley, kids eating color changing ice-cream, and so forth.

His smile faltered a bit as he watched gamma squadron. Apparently Jim had thought broom flying to be a marvelous idea, since the duck teams were too young to fly themselves. As a result he had combined all the broom memories into one, duplicated it, and had begun training gamma squadron on broom riding.

They didn't have thumbs, so progress was slow. And looked painful. Harry sighed. Jim had high hopes for the flying canaries, as he was calling gamma team now. The boy couldn't see it though, not unless they could stay ON the darn things without falling every few seconds.

He relaxed on the grass, and began trying to recreate the tunnel accident he had done in his room. It may not be a perfect owl delivery system, but it acted AWFULLY close to a rail-gun. Imagine what would happen if you shoved a car through one end? He giggled a bit as a giant tube began to form.

Harry stared at his hand in horror. Apparently if you form a tube and a duck on a broom flies into it, the duck gets launched... FAR.

Jim was going to kill him.

Many quacks later and fewer bites than expected, Harry and Jim had reached a compromise. Well, Jim reached an opinion and Harry compromised, but whatever. A large section of the grasslands had been turned into solid rock, with threads woven through it for strength, and all experimentation would be done there, hopefully safely.

Thankfully the Flying Canaries had thought the ride was awesome, once they finally made it back. They had duck-handled Harry into creating a smaller permanent tube near the lake shore, which acted similar to a ramped up tire swing. He had sat on the bench and watched ducks being launched for quite a bit while waiting for his body to heal from tiny fang bites.

He crossed his arms, now seated in the middle of the rock zone. Making the tube had been neat, but not even close to what he wanted. Still he had taken the time to learn how to make them quickly and at varying widths/lengths. At this point he could only make one at a time, but for an accident it was still a neat discovery. A non-magnetic rail-gun? Awesome.

Still, he had wanted to try and make a bigger-on-inside bag, like the bottomless pouches he had bought. Harry grinned. Well, bottomless was a huge exaggeration, but they were still really useful. The problem was closing the tube, which seemed impossible after tightly coiling the ropes.

He raised both hands, sending ropes into a series of vertical and horizontal lines, weaving them into a cloth. This was similar to what he had used for his memory display, although he focused on this sheet being round instead of square or rectangular.

Absently playing with the disk, he pushed on the middle. His eyes narrowed at how firm it was. Pulling and twisting his hands, he heavily loosened the density of the weave, so had huge net like holes throughout the disk. Harry smiled as he pressed his hand in the middle, watching it bend like soft cloth. THIS had potential. He absently reconnected to the cloth as a thick rope pushed in the center, pulling the disk into a long bag. After it was stretched to around the length of a flagpole, he gripped the inside of the magic tube and began twirling it. The woven threads began to tighten as the tension increased.

Carefully pulling on the inside of the bag with his rope, he tried to pull it inside out while his threads continued twisting the tube.

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