Harry Potter and the Era of Hogwarts

Chapter 3 - Day of the Phoenix Part 1

August 9th, 963

It truly is beautiful in the mornings at Phoenix's Den. Just as the sun rises you can see the sunlight gleam off the dew-covered plant life, the sweet aroma fills the air as it begins the slow process of evaporation. All is silent except for the twitter of birds. It is something I take as a luxury. At Privet Drive the cars pass through at all hours of the day, pollution from power plants fills the air most often, though I once was lucky enough to smell the dew.

I have only been in the past for two days, but I love it. There is a feeling of tranquility that I have experienced nowhere else when in the future. My theory is that because I have no obligations at the moment I am allowed to feel this. This...peace...this...sense of belonging. Even amongst my friends, I was never free of obligations. I was always on guard; always keeping up a happy facial mask, never letting on about the burdens I had been given, never showing my true feelings. For once, I felt content. Content I had no friends to tend to; content I could start a new life as a simple wizard back in time...even if only for a few years. I would be ready for Tom when I returned. I would be ready to face my burdens.

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While I had planned to stay inside and begin to set up my training room today, I had forgotten about food until hunger pangs began to find its way to the surface of my awareness. I suppose I had forgotten to buy food since I could conjure it, but that wouldn't help the economy of Phoenix's Den any, and I'm positive it wouldn't inspire any good will on my part.

I have yet to meet any residents here aside from a small hello to anyone I passed on my tour of the town, but I hope to remedy that with walking trips and eating at a restaurant called The Phoenix's Egg. While a fitting name for a breakfast house, I doubt that a Phoenix would agree...Fawkes would probably throw a fit if I knew him half as well as I do, after all, Phoenixes take their young's safety incredibly serious.

For today though, I believe I should mingle with the townsfolk and introduce myself to them, as it is I'm going to quite possibly be stuck here for a good deal of time until I can find a way to transport myself through time to where I belong, or this could be a very lonely existence. I walked down the stairs to the door and opened it, taking in the sights and sounds of the world. The air smelled sweet and the earth crunched under my feet as I strolled down my footpath to the street. The town was just beginning to wake, and the first signs of life began to make themselves apparent. Smells of breakfast drifted through the air, mingling with the sweet air, on the main avenue the merchants set up their stands and shop-keepers opened their doors.

After a few minutes of walking, I reached the breakfast house I had spied on my first tour around the town. It too, like the City hall, was again, done in Phoenix red and gold. To be honest, the red and gold theme was beginning to grate on me. Ever since I had begun to assimilate Tom's knowledge my mind had taken some of his mannerisms, likes, and dislikes and merged them with my own, creating a sort of mix. One of my preferences that had changed was my love for the Gryffindor red and gold. While I do still prefer it to some others, Slytherin colors, emerald and silver have taken over my color preferences, as shown by my bed, and Ravenclaw colors, blue and bronze, the blue used in my carpeting. Another example is my elegant walk. While I had been by no means clumsy without Tom's knowledge, I hadn't exactly been graceful either.

I opened the door and stepped inside, closing my eyes and savoring the wonderful smell of cooking. As soon as I opened my eyes I was met by a curious witch who appeared to be a waitress. I smiled at her warmly.

“Don't worry, I just haven't had or smelled proper food in a while,” I said.

She smiled brightly at this and I took the time to study her a bit. She was stood about 5' 6” with dark brown hair and round ocean blue eyes. By no means was she busty or skinny, but rather in the middle and rather curvy, a fairly beautiful woman if I do say.

Just then she turned and led me to a table in the corner of the room to the left of the door. I sat down and she handed me a menu. Taking a quick look at it I decided on bacon and eggs. I handed it back to her and she looked at me expectantly.

“Could I have some bacon and eggs please?” I asked.

“Of course, I'll have it for you soon,” she said lightly before walking off to presumably fill my order.

Life is excellent. Apart from the reality that I'm trapped in the past with no plan on how to return to the future, life can't get much better, at least in my eyes. While I'll be a public curiosity for a week or two as I just moved here, I'm not known as anything more, though it is highly probable I'll unwittingly execute some scheme in the next few months that'll put me on the map, be it an evil wizard or saving the neighbor's cat from an evil tree with some obscure spell. After all, I attract more trouble than someone being chased by a Dark Lord does…wait I am being chased by a Dark Lord, no wonder. I looked up from the table as the waitress approached with my meal. She looked momentarily startled as I looked her in the eye but she shrugged it off and continued to walk toward my table. I had that effect as of late, ever since I repaired my eyes early in the summer. My glasses had simply hidden the emerald green eyes dampening their effects vastly.

I smiled at her as she put it on the table and began to eat slowly. I savored each bite of the wonderful food, as every bite was a burst of fantastic flavor, something that was a rare fine with conjured food as the conjurer had to almost mentally create the steps involved in creating the food, but even then it wasn't the same. I looked up from my meal as the door opened. A man about 5' 10” stepped through the door. He looked about fifty years of age with light brown hair that was beginning to grey. From the distance I couldn't tell his eye color, but it also appeared to be brown.

Done studying the man, I began to eat once again before I felt a presence close to me and I looked up. The man at the door stood in front of my table.

“Can I sit here?” The man asked.

“Of course, by all means, sit,” I replied, gesturing to the seat opposite my own.

The man smiled and took the seat opposite my own. Contrary to my first assessment, his eyes were hazel. With my Passive Legilimency skills I discovered that the man's name was Paul Gilmore, he was seventy-two years of age, and he was feeling curious. Passive Legilimency is reading surface thoughts, such as name, age, sex, current emotions, and a few other random things that humans tended to have in their surface thoughts such as your Hogwarts house as it's quite important in society. With a bit more effort than Passive Legilimency takes you can easily read an unprotected mind's thoughts, and even project your own for some sort of mental communication.

As I was studying him, he was also studying me. After a few seconds I broke the silence.

“Hello, I'm Phineas Criterion, who might you be?” I asked.

“Nice to meet you Phineas, I'm Paul Gilmore, head of the City Council,” Paul said, reaching across the table.

I took his hand and shook it before returning my own to its previous place on the table.

“Indeed? Well I suppose you of all people would be curious of a new face in town,” I replied.

We both looked up as the waitress who had served me put a cheese omelet on the table before him.

“Thanks Esmeralda,” Paul said. Ah so that's her name. I'll have to remember it.

The waitress walked away and Paul began to cut his omelet.

“You must eat here often if they know what to serve you before you order Mr. Gilmore,” I observed.

“Yes I do eat here often. I try to make it here twice a week,” he replied lightly.

Being the Slytherin I now am I filed this information away. I nodded.

“If there is something you wish to ask, feel free. I can feel your curiosity and I'm not even empathic,” I said pleasantly.

Paul smiled at this.

“Yes Mr. Criterion, I was wondering why you were here. Are you visiting family here or have you recently moved here?” Paul asked.

“I purchased Number 6 Phoenix Song Court yesterday. Besides the fact it was one of the most beautiful houses for sale, I noticed that Phoenix's Den was an all-wizard community,” I said.

He nodded but still looked curious.

“I couldn't help but notice that you appear quite young,” Paul said

I looked at him sadly.

“That's because my entire family is dead and I'm on my own Mr. Gilmore.” I said before finishing the last bite of my meal and dropping three Knuts onto the table.

I swiftly stood and walked to the door, nodding to the waitress and giving her a smile before opening the door and stepping out.

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I hadn't meant to walk out on him like that, but with memories of Sirius's death so recent I was unable to control myself. I scolded myself for my lack of control over my emotions, something every Slytherin was taught and should obey. I momentarily amused by the mental image of myself beating my head against the wall repeating 'bad Harry!' in a Dobby-like manner. With that in mind I continued up the street to obtain some groceries and other supplies at the market.

Two hours and 20 Knuts later I had a shrunken, never-ending, feather-light bag full of groceries to stock my kitchen, and another with potions ingredients. Whistling to myself I walked lightly to my home. Apparently I had made a good impression on the shopkeepers with my near extravagant spending, but it also made me wonder how you bought anything cheaper than one knut…its possible that people traded for small things. I was unable to ponder this line of thought further as I reached the circular footpath to my house.

Once at home I unpacked my supplies, putting my food into cupboards in the kitchen charmed to stay cool and preserve the food inside. The potions supplies went into the large supply room in the basement I had recently discovered as I looked for a place to store them. While my purchase of the home did include a copy of the plans, I didn't bother to read them.

The basement was much like the other two stories of the house, same décor, mahogany flooring, Ravenclaw blue carpet, and so on. The difference was it was rather open; the library monopolized most of the room making it appear to be a cozy, if not large study hall. The main room was like a living room with couches, love seats, and coffee tables, but there were also study tables and writing supplies. The coffee tables too rose up for a proper study surface. To the right was a wooden arch leading into a magnificent library, which in an odd twist of astonishing luck, was almost completely filled with books. There were at least thirty bookshelves in there, all separated out into sections like all libraries are, and that was only the ones that were filled. The library simply had to be magically expanded to fit so many of them.

To the left of the arch there were a few closed rooms, one showed to be a supply room where I stored the extra potions ingredients that couldn't fit in the potions lab to the left of the supply room. To the left of that was a dueling room, with a proper raised dueling platform for both magical duels and fencing as shown by an assortment of swords on the wall. Dissimilar from the training room on the top floor, it was made for genuine dueling and not mere testing of spells and such.

With the library in the basement, and the training area on the second story, I decided it wasn't practical to be forced to move from one story to the other to test spells, and magically enlarged the dueling room and left a wide open area as the training room had been. With the training room now located in the basement, the training room upstairs could be converted into something useful rather than a waste of space. For now though, I have no idea what to use the room for, and decided to leave it empty.

The discovery of the library coupled with my Ravenclaw need for knowledge, I doubt I will surface from the basement for more than food, the Day of the Phoenix, and sleep. Or maybe I could just conjure a pillow and blankets and sleep on a couch down here.

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August 12th, 963

As always, I was correct in my assessment. While I did have breakfast at the Phoenix's Egg this morning, I have scarcely vacated the library. After adding the books I had in my trunk to their proper sections, I searched the library for some interesting things to prioritize. As it turns out, there is a whole section on Egyptian magic. I can easily see why Bill is so passionate about it. Egyptian magic uses ancient runes to assist a lot of the magic, and in some curses it has almost cryptographic components. Unlike modern-day curses, most Egyptian curses require you to know a code to disable. If you happen to not possess this code, it takes time to break the curse, having to find which parts of it disable it, or breaking the code. It matters not if the curse was cast on a person, place, or thing.

Beyond curses, the everyday magic is powerful, self-cleaning spells that last millennia, locking charms, preserving charms. What makes them so long lasting is that if the spells are meant to last a long time, the object in question is enchanted, rather than just having the spell cast on the object. Enchantment, contrary to popular belief, is weaving spells into an object impeccably, so that all of the spells work together. When the spell is simply cast on the object the spell will lose power eventually, and if multiple spells are cast then the spells tend to clash and end up losing power even more rapidly than ordinary. This is why broomsticks have twigs, or flying carpets have loose threads on each side of it. Each thread or twig has a spell cast on it independently so that the spells will last, such as a group of twigs will have thruster charms, some will have braking, and so on and so forth.

With enchantment this isn't necessary since all of the spells are weaved into the object and all of the spells will generally last as long as the object or runes stay in one piece. What prevents contemporary wizards and witches from enchanting is that the art requires a strong ability in Scanning. While I have no doubt that many wizards and witches have the ability, very few are trained, and even then their knowledge is incomplete. The library here has several books on Scanning, and in time I may be able to achieve enchantment with enough study. One day I may even be able to craft myself a broomstick capable of flight far faster than my Firebolt. Enchanting the modern-day spells into the broom would make it extremely fast, but the Egyptian equivalents to the spells would make the broom vastly superior to even the modern enchanted spells.

The best aspect of the Egyptian magic however, is their battle magic. The spells they created were so powerful; it elevated some of the master users of the magic to a god-like status in the Egyptian muggles' eyes. Ra, Osirus, Isis, Anubus, and many others were all very powerful and influential mages that used, and mastered battle magic. Many times they fought off powerful enemies from distant lands with the power of the Egyptian battle magics. Others however, mastered some of the other branches of magic in their vast pool of spells. Amun was an extremely powerful conjurer, able to conjure living cells to create animals and give them limited intelligence.

Egyptian magic, especially the battle magic, and other ancient magic from cultures such as Ancient Greece, or the Druids are the class of magic I need to learn to defeat Tom, his supporters, and then any Dark Imbeciles who try to take his place. After all, what a prize the defeater of Lord Voldemort, once the most feared Dark Lord in recent history would be. If they did manage to kill me, they would instantly take that title, and it would send shockwaves though the wizarding world and supporters would flock to him as moths do to a blowtorch.

Not only would I learn how to defeat Tom, but also the secret to returning to the present time could be hidden in one of the ancient tombs that are strewn around the world. Right then I decided to make my library the most comprehensive in ancient magic. Partly so I could learn, and to a certain extent, to keep it away from any power-hungry Dark Lord on the rise. Even if it took me years, I would accumulate every ancient tomb with powerful magic in it that I could get my hands on. Let's just hope that Gringotts has favorable interest rates or I may run out of money.  

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August 15th, 963

It's finally time for the Day of the Phoenix. My first ever celebration at my new home, both in the past and here at Phoenix's Den. I've spent the past six days in the basement, learning, assimilating more of Tom's knowledge, practicing against two conjured dueling clones of the same skill as I, learning more, and so on. I believe that I'm beginning to finally see the end of Tom's knowledge. Within a week I believe I will have finally assimilated the entirety of his knowledge. After a light ritual that increased my memory recall a few days ago I'm able to find a spell I'm looking for easily. Over the past week I've began to learn Ancient Egyptian as the translation spell isn't quite the best. The spell attempts to translate it as Modern Egyptian consequently there happened to be quite a few errors in the translations. In fact one of the translations was botched so badly the translation spell set the parchment I was trying to translate a passage on to was set on fire…not quite sure how that happened really. Besides that, learning a few languages should be a fun and profitable experience. I couldn't go astray with learning the foremost languages of the world, and a few not so popular could I? With all of my study on languages though, I realized that English was not spoken at this time, but rather Anglo-Saxon, which I somehow mastered without realizing or noticing I was speaking another language.

Another dilemma I was worried about is solved. Apparently in addition to a dancing contest, there is an actual ball afterwards. Had I not been so Slytherin, I would have decided against participating, missing out on a great opportunity to meet people but as Tom was such a charmer in his school days, I can dance without difficulty. Everything dealing with the opposite sex was so much clearer after having the diverse experience and understanding from Tom to draw upon.

Now as the time is approaching 10:00 A.M. I suppose I should go join the merriment. After walking to my master bedroom from the basement I picked up a bag of Sickles and Knuts from the bedside table and changed into a nice silver dress robe with gold trim and emerald green protection runes on the trim. The dress robe did not look much like my invisibility cloak except for the fact that it was a great deal like the kind of silvery fabric the cloak was made of. Once dressed I quickly walked down the stairs and out the door, on my way to the fair grounds near the City Hall.

On my way to the fair grounds I received a number of compliments, which I returned. Oh why didn't anyone tell me it was so much fun to make girls blush? Smirking slightly, I stepped to the ticket booth and paid my Knut for the ticket. Once inside I once again marveled at the decorative skills of wizards. Straight ahead of the gate was a kiosk with a floating, transparent schedule of the day's events that had the current time and the current event highlighted in a light red glow. On either side of the kiosk stands were setup selling anything from candy or even pets. Others were carnival games that had a good deal in common with muggle games. One thing that all had in common is the Phoenix. Phoenixes made of flames circled overhead, small stuffed Phoenixes were sold, and more interestingly, recorded Phoenix song which I quickly bought of copy of.

Getting into the spirit of things I flicked my wand at my robes which released a few miniature red and gold Phoenixes onto the fabric. Just as the two dimensional Phoenixes looked real, they also acted real, each one was able to make a quiet trill, as well as move around by flying, or more fun as they apparently discovered, fire travel. Even though the quiet Phoenix song that the small fabric Phoenix sung was soothing, it had no where near the power of an actual Phoenix.

With the Fabric Phoenixes I got more than a few compliments. Apparently the Fabric Phoenixes liked the attention and furiously fire traveled around the robes showing off to everyone by flying acrobatics which elicited a round of laughter. After a few minutes a chime played from the kiosk and the children's games were starting. Still smiling I went to go watch the children play.

After leaving the shops there was a good deal of wide open space with lush green grass and stone pathways, monopolized by play areas, a stage with adequate space to dance at as well as a raised platform for the band. A raised dueling platform for a dueling tournament starting later, a few paddocks for various magical creatures for children to come see them, then another space dedicated to children's games, where I saw children of all ages, from five to fifteen or so, the latter not as pleased, getting ready to play various games. I quickly proceeded to the dueling platform to sign up for the tournament. When I arrived I saw many excited people milling about, looking at the contenders list, uninterested for the moment I walked to the signup table.

“Hello, I would like to enter into the dueling tournament please,” I said.

The lady, about middle aged with graying hair and brown eyes looked at me.

“You look a bit young there lad,” she replied, eyeing me warily.

I tried to remain polite, and for the moment, succeeded.

“Indeed, I am young, but no where is there a restriction for age. Though had I not been of age I would have to have a parent or guardian co-sign for me correct? If so, then by the guidelines I may enter myself,” I replied, in what I hoped wasn't a condescending voice.

“Name?” She asked.

“Phineas Criterion,” I replied.

“Wand type?” She asked again.

“14 inches, yew, black phoenix feather,” I said. I had a feeling that my yew wand liked dueling better than my holly wand.

She nodded and my name was magically added to the list of contenders. Inwardly, and probably on my face was a wide smirk. Oh yes indeed, this would be fun. Not only would I be pitted against Phoenix Den's best duelers, but I would get some practice in as well. And since this is a standard duel, almost anything barring lethal or permanently damaging spells could be used. This means Apparition, mild dark arts (as dark arts are legal at this time to my knowledge), invisibility, ancient magic, and anything else I could think up. Oh yes, this would be fun.

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As I wandered aimlessly about the fair grounds I noticed a young couple about my age snogging behind a patch of tall shrubbery I smiled a bit. While parents, or at least Ron's parents, always said that my generation is far worse than they were about snogging and such, this is definitive proof that over the last millennia, not too much has changed. When children aren't hampered by formal codes, betrothal, and other rules, they will play one way or another.

Continuing my wandering I still smiled until I stopped dead in my tracks as something told me something was wrong. Jogging back quickly I stayed out of sight.

“Edmund, no I don't wish to. No, Edmund, please Edmund, stop!”

Standing up I made eye contact with the young girl who was being forced to kiss the young boy. With Passive Legilimency I felt genuine panic and I could nearly hear her mental pleas for help. That made up my mind. With a flick of my wrist my yew and black phoenix feather wand sprung to my hand and I pointed it at the boy.

“Accio.”

The boy gave a yell as he was forcefully yanked from the young girl and deposited at my feet. He looked up and scowled.

“Now who the hell do you think you are?” The boy said haughtily.

My left arm, still tucked in my cloak twitched and my holly and phoenix feather sprung into my left hand, my right still pointing my wand at the boy. With the quick, silent illusion charm from my left wand my complexion grew darker, eyes glowed red, and illusionary wings sprung from my back. With a hover charm I could fly and made it seem even more realistic, which I did, by controlling the wings through the illusion charm. I was now about a foot off the ground, large black scaly wings flapping. I smirked at him darkly.

“Your worst nightmare little boy,” I said with a definite evil voice, the product of a voice-changing charm.

The boy screamed and ran from the shrubbery at full tilt, often tripping over himself in an effort to get away from me. I laughed coldly and turned back to the young girl once he was out of sight. She looked a bit scared, but other than that my illusions didn't seem to scare her much. Approaching girl I let the illusion, hover, and voice-change charm drop and my wands return to their holsters. Dropping to my haunches near her I looked at her.

“Are you okay?” I asked kindly.

She looked up and smiled a bit.

“Yes, I am, thank you for helping,” she said.

I stood up and gave her a hand, which she took gratefully. Once on her feet I studied her. She was about 5' 7” and had jet black hair and golden eyes. The way she was smiling lit up her whole face, but there was also a shadow of betrayal in her eyes.

“Glad to help, also if I may ask, who was it I scared away?” I said.

Her face darkened a bit and her smile dimmed, but she answered anyways.

“That, was my former companion Edmund Randal,” she said, the dislike apparent in her voice.

I grinned evilly. My first opponent in the dueling tournament was one Edmund Randal. Oh this would be fun. She obviously saw my evil expression and looked curious.

“This Edmund Randal is my first opponent in the dueling tournament today.” I said a bit evilly.

Just as I spoke this sentence a chime came from the kiosk signaling the start of the dueling tournament in five minutes.

“I apologize milady, but I have a tournament to attend to. Save me a dance tonight where I can finally learn your name,” I said in my best knight impression.

She obviously caught the reference as she put her hands over her heart and fluttered her eyelashes.

“My hero, anything for you,” she said sincerely.

We both laughed and I turned toward the dueling platform and apparated there, surprising some of the spectators. I sat down in the chair marked Criterion and watched as a bell marked the beginning of the first duel. One look at the scoreboard and I found their names were Benjamin Gharic and Henry Valencia.

Gharic started the duel with a disarming spell. Ouch, bad form. The crimson beam hit a orange shield set up by Valencia and rebounded. Gharic dodged left and sent two curses, a grey binding spell and a red stunner. Valencia put up another shield and sent back a barrage of spells…most of which hit Gharic. People politely clapped but I could tell their heart wasn't in it, which wasn't surprising. The duel was easily one of the most disappointing I've seen. I listened as the announcer cast a sonorous on himself.

“Next up is Phineas Criterion vs. Edmund Randal, last year's runner-up of the Day of the Phoenix dueling tournament!”

The crowd went crazy and I smirked. Well, well, well, the runner-up of the dueling tournament eh? Purposefully I strode to the left end of the dueling platform and flicked my wrist which caused it to fly to my hand. Already Edmund looked scared, which wasn't hard as the demon he thought I am was smirking at him.

The bell rang and I immediately took the offensive. As I didn't want to reveal all of my skills at the moment I spoke the incantations.

“Stupefy! Incarcerous! Impedimenta! Diffindo!”

Randal quickly put up a shield which broke down after the third spell, leaving him with a gash on his leg from the Cutting Curse. As he put weight on the leg he whimpered a bit but brought his façade back up.

“Furnunculus!” Randal sent back.

I lazily twisted my wand and sent it, along with a powerful burning charm back at him.

“Protego!” Randal shouted.

The spells were deflected but the shield went down.

“Legilimens,” I said.

Randal wasn't prepared as memories of humiliating, frightening, and other horrible memories were brought up before his and my eyes. He started crying and I let off the Legilimency attack. He shakily got back up and tried again.

“Diffindo!” Randal shouted.

I let the spell hit my wand and as I did I twirled it around and shot it back twice as powerful. As the first curse flew through the air I gathered some of my power and brought it to the ready.

“Stupefy!” Once again like at Privet Drive there was a roar as a red beam shot out of my wand, the air rippling slightly as the power of the spell passed it. Randal was able to block the Cutting Curse, but the overcharged Stunner caused his shield implode and he flew back to the edge of the platform.

The crowd cheered and I bowed, winking to the girl in the audience who I saved not ten minutes earlier. In all, this was turning out to be a very good day, and it had barely even begun. After all, he still had more dueling competitors, a dance with the young girl, more events and the opportunity to see more Phoenixes. Yes, this was becoming a very good day.

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A/N: Aha! Finally a new chapter. I really do apologize for the horribly long waits I put everyone through for my chapters, but I'll try to get them done more quickly. Over Christmas I was on a trip and I couldn't do it then, also I have required projects to do, plus other homework and all that happy school stuff. The next chapter to be updated will be the Heir of Silvertounge, and I'll try from then on to get out a chapter every two to three weeks. I hope everyone likes the chapter, and if you have any constructive criticism please, do not hesitate to let me know. An author cannot know what they're doing wrong if they aren't told about it. I recently acquired Microsoft Office 2003, so while it does help a great deal, it can't catch what humans can in terms of the actual content.

EDIT: My new Lord Ravenclaw yahoo group is up at (groups dot yahoo dot com slash group slash lord underscore ravenclaw, or just go to my homepage in my profile.

UPDATED: February 13, 2005 for grammar, spelling, and addition of a few detail sentences. I also fixed the language plot hole by feigning ignorance at why he could speak Anglo-Saxon.

Bukama - This was by no means intentional. I believe I have that problem fixed this chapter.

Eternamente - Hehe, it's all right, just remember that it's a fine line between genius and insanity. For some reason I like the first person view as its more like a diary entry than a story, that somehow makes it easier for me to write.

Vash the unholy - I believe by the end of this story it'll be around 80,000 to 100,000 words. Also about Tonks…we might see her in later chapters, but she won't play any really important roles.

japanese-jew - As I said in the previous author note, I just let his Slytherin ambitiousness out for a walk. I won't be making this a Super!Harry if I can help it, but it will be a Smart!Harry.

shadow of the black abyss - Ah I doubt this will be Harry/Hermione. And in a way, it won't be a Harry/OC character either. You'll see once I begin posting more chapters.

HermioneGreen - Well the impression I got is that Goblins don't care one way or another, as long as you're the vaults owner. After all, after millennia of services, they have to have seen some odder things than time travelers.

Lord Sauron the Deciever - There's going to be interaction, but he is also going to quest for knowledge methinks. But as I said, this story isn't pivotal to the founders. It may have them later on, but not currently.

Klerenallan Serpiente de Plata - I guess we'll have to see later about all the good history stuff eh?

Zombiewolf - Currently I've been posting when I get around to it, but I will attempt to keep to a two-three week schedule for updates from now on.

Thefirstphoenix - Ahh good questions. Technically this isn't really a Dark Harry story, since he's balanced in the middle. Where do I get my wand ideas? Well I usually come up with them on the spot, or research woods and such. Yes, he does have a dark wand, but does the wand or the intent make it dark? Either way, he has light phoenix and holly, the tree off life. Then black phoenix and yew, the tree of death. I think I'll talk about warding in the next chapter or the one after that.

Tiamante Salazar Tameran - The amount of money he has in the future is dependent on how much he spends now and the interest rates for the whole time he's traveling in the future.

Shadowed Rains - Think about it, Purebloods attempting to keep the Wizarding World the same have been succeeding for years. As the Wizarding World is almost completely detached from the Muggle World, not much would have carried over would it? What I'm going for is that the Muggle World got ideas from the Wizarding World when wizards and witches started to marry muggles.

Uten - I'm glad you like it so far, and as I've built it up enough I'm going to begin his quest for knowledge and a way home, mixed in with day-to-day life. I already have how he plans to leave, and if he takes anyone with him all mapped out, so once I get on a regular schedule, enjoy the ride.

i like boats - What I'm going for is Muggles got a lot of ideas from the wizarding world in quite a few places, but the language barrier I'll have to think up something plausible in the next chapter. I'll try to make some more differences later, as I pretty much slept through the middle ages unit.

Hermione88220 - Well what I'm saying is that over the millennia I'm sure that the Goblins have seen stranger than time travel.

Icy Tears - This won't be a Harry as Salazar Slytherin fic, but rather a Harry as Phineas Criterion fic.

Kimaru-Merlin - Back in time the Purebloods probably had a lot more sway, and so the Wizarding World and Muggle World are very distinctly separated. If they weren't the religious things would cause them to say that wizards and witches do the work of Satan etc.

Thanks for the reviews everyone, and please keep up the reviews!

Lord Ravenclaw