HP : The Chronicles

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Another year at Hogwarts was over and summer was just beginning; and Merlin do I have plans for the summer, Harry thought, smirking behind his book, his mind focusing for a moment in the, in theory at least, completed designs in his trunk.

Harry was pacing up and down in front of James's private office doors in the Potter Manor for the past half an hour. Normally, the thirteen year old wizard showed a patience that was the envy of most Griffindors but under those specific circumstances, he was just about ready to pace the walls. He was almost used to it by now, Adrian getting the better part of their parents' attention. But for once, Harry thought, he hoped they would pay enough attention to him, listen to what he had to say before they opposed.

He knew he really shouldn't be that nervous; it wasn't as if he was going to ask for something that his parents would, in theory, be against and he had never truly asked something of them before. But, Merlin, he really wanted this! And all that separated him from his goal was his father's agreement. He sighed and stared at the door waiting eagerly for the meeting with Dumbledore to be over; they had been talking about Adrian's training for more than an hour now; how much longer could it possibly take them? He thought back on the past month and how he was led to this point in time.

Returning from school soon saw him leaving the Potter Manor for Silbreith, his parents intend on starting Adrian's training earlier that summer. James was excited with the development in Adrian's magic while Lily was concerned and that seemed to have added some tension to their relationship; all and all, Harry had been happy to leave for the castle he called home. Minnie, to whom Severus must have vented all his anxiety after Harry's latest stunt, had never treated him with so many chocolate cakes before and the green eyed boy had actually been forced by the potions master to take some time off his studies and just relax; after a couple days of complaining that he was staying behind and trying to sneak into the library the green eyed boy eventually gave in and tried to just lay back for a few weeks. So, unable to just sit back and do nothing, he had focused on his broomstick design. It was well into the summer, a few days before his birthday, by the time the broom was ready.

Harry had just taken a step back and looked at the finished broom; it had taken him a year of designing and he had proceeded through trial and error, but he had made it. In front of him, hovering just at the perfect height for mounting, was the fruit of his labors. Honestly, he was more shocked that he had created a racing broom than he had been with the Philosopher's Stone. The Stone was a product of years of studies with an alchemist who actually knew how to make the Stone and had slowly pushed him towards the right direction. But this broomstick? Harry looked at the finished prototype in front of him in wonder as a sense of pride overwhelmed him; he had done this all by himself.

Not wasting any time, he had taken the now complete with notes blueprints of his broom and headed to Severus, leaving the actual broomstick in his room. The potions master had no idea he had actually made one already as he was following a lead on his Wolfsbane project. For all he knew, Harry was still experimenting. Almost running the whole way to the potions lab, the green eyed boy knocked the door in glee.

"Hello, Harry." Severus greeted the boy with a smile. "I was just about to head upstairs for some iced tea. Would you like to join me?"

"Sure!" Harry nodded enthusiastically. "And I have something to show you too!" Severus observed the boy, how he was almost bouncing with excitement and the rolled up parchments he was holding.

"Let's go then." Severus agreed, his curiosity baited. "So, what do you want to show me?" He had asked after finally sitting in the living room, waiting for their tea.

"Remember how I was trying to design a broomstick?" The boy asked smiling widely.

"Yes." Severus stated nodding as Minnie placed two glasses of tea on a coffee table. "Thank you, Minnie." The house elf bowed and left the room.

"Well I finished it." He said and unrolled the blueprints handing them to a startled potions master. Severus shot a confused look at Harry before turning his attention to the design. His eyes widened and he looked at the boy again; Harry had a smug expression on his face.

"This is… I mean the calculations… And the design…" He re-read the notes on the parchment. "If you manage to make a broomstick work like that, you might have the best racing broom yet in your hands." The potions master stated shocked; some of the ideas on Harry's design required advanced magic and most of the features added were a novelty, signs of the boy's brilliance. He regarded the boy proudly.

"If I make a broomstick like that?" Harry asked smirking. "Accio!" He bellowed, thinking of the still unnamed prototype in his room; the broomstick came flying in the room, stopping right in front of Harry. Severus's jaw dropped.

"You've made one?" The potions master muttered in disbelief.

"This is the prototype based on the design you saw." Harry stated. "The handle is ash and the twigs in the tail are birch. The bipod is made of steel forged in my alchemy lab and it's undetachable. It has been treated with a diamond-hard polish. It's capable of going from naught to one hundred and fifty miles per hour in ten seconds, the Braking Charm I've installed is unbreakable and I just dare you to try its balance." Severus looked from the broomstick to Harry in awe before grabbing the prototype and heading for the balcony doors. Without saying anything else, he climbed on the broom and took off.

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