Harry Potter and the Artificer Legacy Chapter 23 (Patreon)

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Chapter 23 – Prototypes, Creature Craft, Sword

“Hmm, this is going better than I thought it would.” Harry mused as he used one of the smaller fangs from the Basilisk as the base for a knife. He was having a remarkably easy time forging the fang into the Magical Iron. As he poured his own mana into the billet of metal and bone with each strike of the hammer. The Form continuously came out in the shape he wanted it in. It was almost like the ‘Conquered’ fang was working with him. This could also be because of the Function of the fang itself.

In Enchanting, Form and Function were intrinsically linked. Making a Form that went against the Function more often than not resulted in failure. Likewise trying to impart a Function onto an improper Form would likely fail as well. But for Harry’s purposes the fang’s Function, to stab, fit with the Form. A knife was meant to stab and cut. With the fang’s Function matching with the knife’s Form, the creation of Harry’s first Creature Craft Item was apparently going to be a rousing success. Shaping the knife came next and Harry set to the task with focus. A quick quench in the slack tub and Harry pulled out a gleaming blade.

“Come to think of it, iron plus carbon makes Carbon Steel, right?” Harry chuckled as he looked at the Magical Steel Knife. Or would it be a Basilisk Steel Knife because of where the carbon came from? Questions for later, right now he needed to see if his hypothesis about the property of this knife was correct. He approached a rat, one of the many that scurried around Hogwarts; that he’d immobilized and set out on an old desk. The rat was still alive, just held immobile by his spell. With a quiet apology to the rodent Harry pricked it with just the very tip of the knife. A few moments later the rat convulsed for a moment, squeaked softly and then laid still. Harry undid his spell and then touched the rat. Just as he suspected the rodent was dead. The Basilisk’s deadly venom had been imbued as a Magical Effect into the Basilisk Steel Knife.

“Well, this is going straight back home and into the Rune Safe.” Harry instantly decided. It was far too dangerous to be left anywhere else. A knife that could kill with just a scratch or prick of the blade was not something Harry wanted in anyone’s hands. At least no one he didn’t trust implicitly at the very least. If he ever wanted a creation like this to be of use he’d have to add some kind of security Array into the handle. It would have to be something that would prevent others from using it at all.

“Well, at the very least the first attempt at Creature Craft was a success,” Harry thought aloud as he wrapped the Basilisk Steel Knife up with thick parchment and leather strips. Until he could get an opportunity to go to Wood End Cottage and place it into his Rune Safe, this was the best he could do. He placed the wrapped knife into the bottom drawer of his work desk, and closed it. He’d long ago added a Ward Lock to that particular drawer, since it was the largest. No one would be able to open the drawer without tearing apart the work desk first. Considering the desk was also in his Hidden Workshop behind another Ward Lock and the Hiding Stone, Harry felt it was at least fairly safe, for now. “That’s another project done.” Harry nodded pleased. “Now let’s get these flying items working if possible.” With that the teen Artificer pulled over two bars of Magical Iron and another notebook of Runic Sequences and prototype Arrays.

-Beauxbatons ~ France-

Fleur Delacour was walking on air. Harry’s beautiful snowy owl had arrived this morning at breakfast with a reply from the teen. The reply had been everything she’d hoped it would be! Harry returned her feelings! His genuine feelings and the sincerity he’d written with came out as if they were face to face. The silly young man had even asked about ‘why’ she felt the way she did about him. As if his charming personality and intelligence wasn’t attractive enough. The teen was also one of the very few she didn’t have to worry about drooling. Even those that were ‘resistant’ to the Veela’s natural Allure; eventually fell victim to it after enough exposure. Harry, Tonks, and Penny had no such trouble! Their ‘Alternate Occlumency’ as they called it was a constant protection of the mind. So long as they had mana within them their defenses would never wane.

She was the luckiest Veela girl in the world! A charming young man truly returned her feelings without influence from the Allure. She had two new ‘girlfriends’ as well. Though whether that would remain platonic or not was yet to be seen. Fleur had a feeling that Tonks at the very least wouldn’t remain platonic. The Metamorph was incredibly outgoing and progressive minded. She was truly a Witch of the modern era instead of being stuck in the past like the majority of the Magical World.

“I should write back to Harry~” Fleur smiled to herself as she headed for her dorm room. Communication was key to any relationship, but even more so during a long distance one.

-DMLE ~ Ministry of Magic, London-

“You’re telling me this item can break wards?” Amelia looked the object; that Auror Tonks had placed on her desk, over carefully. It was five or six centimeters thick and round. It looked to be made of wood and metal, the wood framing the metal disk inside. She could see dozens upon dozens of small marks on the metal and could only surmise that they were Runes of some kind. How the young Artificer had etched useable Runes so small she couldn’t even begin to ponder.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Tonks smiled at her boss. “Harry used about twenty of these to destroy the wards hiding the Chamber of Secrets.”

Amelia’s left eyebrow raised in interest as she picked up the device. It would have its uses in the Auror Corps for sure. How many times had a criminal been able to get away in the time it took them to exam, identify, and then tear down the wards they had up? If they could use one of these to instantly dismantle the wards in question they’d have a lot fewer suspects on the run.

“What are the limitations?” Amelia asked as she met the eyes of her subordinate. “Surely they can’t break every Ward out there?”

“No, they can’t,” Tonks shook her head. “They can destroy temporary wards easily enough. Older and more powerful wards can de broken if enough of them are used together. Ancient Wards like those on say, Hogwarts, can only be temporarily disabled. Even then it is only in one small section where the Ward Breakers are placed directly. Harry’s break into the Chamber of Secrets only shattered the Wards directly tied to the Chamber. The castle wards that were disabled had already reactivated by the time the Aurors arrived to the Chamber. Or at least that’s what I was told.”

“They had.” Amelia confirmed. If the wards had been disabled enough she would have taken her Aurors directly into Hogwarts through Apparation or Portkeys. Unfortunately a small, bathroom-sized, hole in the massive and complex wards of Hogwarts wasn’t enough for that. “For something so useful I imagine we’ll be spending a good chunk of our budget for enough of them to be useful for a fiscal quarter.”

“Harry is willing to sell them, on contract, for one hundred Galleons a piece.” Tonks informed, her hair changing from a bright pink to a dark purple.

“Didn’t you say these were one time use Items?” Amelia looked wide-eyed at the price for a one off Item.

“Yes, the activation of the Ward Breaker burns it out, something about casting dozens of Ward-Breaking and Dispelling Charms all at once according to Harry.” Tonks explained with a shrug. She didn’t understand all of the ‘nerd talk’ that Harry tried to explain to her. “It also redirects all negative effects of breaking said wards onto itself, so it’s a much safer option than having people breaking or dispelling unknown wards in masse. The burned out Ward Breaker can take the backlash and be destroyed with no further repercussions.”

“The Auror Batons cost one hundred Galleons each.” Amelia stated what they both knew. “Yet they can be used over and over. Truthfully they’ve been a blessing since we’ve gotten them made part of the Standard Issue. When wands aren’t being drawn automatically to enforce the law, people seem to act more calmly and rationally. We’ve already broken up a few pub fights at the Leaky Cauldron, the Hogs Head, and the Three Broomsticks since we’ve gotten them. All without a single spell being cast by an Auror. Our reputation in the public eye has gone up quite a bit in the past month because of them.” The Head of the DMLE sighed. “Is there no way to negotiate a lower price?”

“Harry seemed pretty firm on the price.” Tonks admitted. “Since he started a full business with the Dwarves he’s been getting advice on pricing and business from them. But I’ll ask him. I might be able to negotiate for the first batch to be reduced price to prove their effectiveness. The Baton he gifted to me went over well because you cleared me to use it in the field. So he might understand your position of needing to see it in action before you spend a large chunk of the DMLE’s quarterly budget on such Items.” The Metamorph smiled at her boss.

“Thank you, Auror Tonks, please let me know as soon as possible.” Amelia gave a small smile to her subordinate.

“Harry told me you can keep that Ward Breaker.” Tonks motioned to the Item still lying on Amelia’s desk. “Though Harry did say that if you try and disassemble it, that it’ll burn out and destroy itself, so yeah. He’s rather protective of his Runic Sequences and Arrays. Probably best to use it when it’s really necessary.”

“I’ll remember that.” Amelia nodded as she picked up the Ward Breaker and placed it in her desk. She quickly latched the physical lock and then spelled it closed with a few choice spells of her own. Tonks saluted as she left Amelia’s Office and went to return to her Mentor, Mad-Eye Moody, for a patrol of Knockturn Alley. Apparently Diagon and Diurn weren’t ‘real’ enough in the old Senior Auror’s opinion.

-Hogwarts-

Penny sighed, she was trying to keep her composure and remain calm. She was the good Prefect that all the younger Ravenclaws looked up to since her Fifth Year. Now she was Head Girl and expected to be a good example for the entire student body. But there was only so much even she could take. Percy Weasley’s attempts to ‘woo’ her were far and away the fastest things to wear down her patience these days. The Head Boy just wouldn’t take a hint! If he’d shown interest a few years ago maybe she’d have given the red-head a chance. As it stood now though, and had since last school year, she was interested in someone else. The fact that her relationship with Harry was official now only made Percy’s continued attempts more annoying.

“So you see, Penelope, we could have a very lovely time together at the next Hogsmeade Trip.” Percy prattled on, not so much talking to her as he was talking at her.

“For the last time, Percy, I’m not interested and I have a boyfriend.” Penny exhaled with a gusty sigh. “I appreciate your feelings, but I can’t and don’t return them.”

“Harry Potter is much too young for such things.” Percy dismissed casually. “He is only thirteen and you are a legal adult of seventeen now. It would be proper for you two to end this dalliance before people start to whisper about it.”

Penny felt her anger flare up at the red-head’s dismissal of her and Harry’s relationship. Sure there was a small age gap between them, but that was no one’s business but their own! The Law of Magical Britain literally had a ‘Seven Year Clause’ in it for couples that started dating in their teen years. Hell, most people in Magical Britain referred to it as the ‘Hogwarts Clause’! It basically stated that if one partner attained their Maturity before the other their relationship would not be deemed ‘illegal’ or ‘inappropriate’ in the eyes of the Law. It had been on the books for almost four hundred years already. No one had any inclination to try and change it. So Percy bringing it up showed he either didn’t know the Law, or he just didn’t care and was going after her because he wanted her for himself.

“Harry Potter is the youngest Artificer in History.” Penny began as she whirled around with a glare. “Harry Potter is a wonderful young man that treats me like a Queen. Harry Potter is intelligent, kind, thoughtful, admirable, and brilliant! Harry Potter is a better Wizard and a better Person than you’ll ever be! You are a dismissive, arrogant, pompous, self-righteous, brown nose who can barely think for himself!”

Percy reeled back as if he’d been struck and stared at Penny wide-eyed.

“Get this through your head, Weasley! I. Am. Not. Interested! Leave me alone!” Penny practically growled at the Head Boy. She held up her right hand and flames appeared, swirling and thrashing around as if they were alive. “The next time you try to talk at me like I’m lesser than you; or the next time I hear a single bad word about Harry from you, then you’ll be facing me in an Honor Duel. Do I make myself perfectly clear?” Penny demanded as she glared into Percy’s eyes.

“Y-Yes…v-very well then, Penelope…I’ll just be going.” Percy turned and quickly walked off, just short of jogging away from the incensed blonde. Penny huffed as she dispelled the flames in her palm and continued on her way. Maybe now the prat would finally leave her alone.

Walking up to the door to the Hidden Workshop, Penny felt a smile return to her face reflexively. Having been keyed into the updated Ward Lock near the end of last year Penny opened the door easily. Seeing Harry floating against the ceiling with a plate of metal tied to each of his shins was a surprise, but it only made her giggle as she closed the door.

“Having fun, Harry?” Penny asked with a grin.

“Loads.” Harry smiled down at her from the ceiling.

“Can you get down?” She asked with a suppressed chuckle.

“I can fall down…” Harry admitted after a moment.

“No control?” Penny giggled as she reached out with her mana and slowly brought Harry down. There was quite a lot of resistance to her spell though. Almost like trying to pull an air-filled beach ball underwater.

“The Directional Sequence and the Altitude Sequence both failed.” Harry explained as he deactivated the metal plates. He untied them from his shins one by one and set them on top of his work desk. “I’m not sure why they failed though, so until I can figure that out I’m back to square one for my own Flying Item.”

“Hmm, I think I can take your mind off that.” Penny smiled at him, she then pulled him into a sweet kiss and the two enjoyed their lip lock for a few moments.

“Forget what?” Harry asked as they separated.

“Exactly.” Penny giggled as they held each other. This affection and love was what that prat Percy would never understand. Harry and Penny would spend the rest of the afternoon cuddling. Penny told Harry of Percy’s attempt at ‘wooing’ her and Harry shook his head. All of Hogwarts already knew about their relationship, so Harry didn’t understand what the Head Boy thought he was going to accomplish. If he was being honest, Harry was surprised their relationship hadn’t made it into the Daily Prophet yet. Then again, that was probably only a matter of time. Maybe he should talk with Sirius about getting a Solicitor just in case.

-Friday ~ November 19th – After Classes-

“Expecto Patronum!” Harry called out as he held his wand aloft. From the tip of the Holly and Phoenix Feather wand came a cloud of bright silvery mist. Harry sighed as the mist spread, thinned out, and then disappeared.

“That was very good, Harry.” Remus congratulated the Artificer.

“Not complete though.” Harry huffed as he thought over the spell. The Patronus Charm worked off of understanding the spell itself plus a powerful happy emotion. At the moment Harry was using the memories of his relationship with Tonks, Penny, and Fleur. They’d shown the most results so far and had taken him from mere wisps to the bright mist.

“The Patronus is very advanced spell work, Harry.” Remus assured his surrogate nephew. “Most Wizards and Witches never learn it, and even those that do learn often can’t complete it and make a corporeal Patronus.”

“Maybe not,” Harry shook his head. “But I don’t like leaving spells unfinished and not mastered.” Though, to Harry’s annoyance, without his wand he couldn’t get the Patronus Charm to form at all. Not even a wisp of the silvery mist. This frustrated the teen Wizard to no end. He was used to being able to cast spells without need of a focus. To find a spell that he couldn’t use wandlessly, and then find out he couldn’t complete it even with a wand, was maddening to the Harry.

“Give it some time. You’ve only been practicing for just over a week. Try to find an even happier memory if you can.” Remus advised. “It can only help.”

“I’ll try.” Harry agreed as he stowed his wand back in his holster and bid Remus a good afternoon. Leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom Harry made his way to his workshop. A bit of work with Runecraft should help take his mind off his failure with the Patronus Charm. Entering his workshop Harry was surprised to see Tonks sitting in a chair next to his work desk.

“Hiya, Harry!” Tonks greeted cheerfully with a wave.

“Hey Tonks, didn’t know you were coming for a visit.” Harry smiled at his oldest girlfriend. That thought was still enough to put a smile on his face. He walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. Tonks returned the embrace with a smile and kissed his cheek for good measure.

“This isn’t entirely a personal visit, I’m afraid.” Tonks grinned at him. “It was hard to get a visit with you between work and having to schedule a time when I wouldn’t ‘interrupt lessons.’ according to McGonagall.” Both of them chuckled at the stern Deputy Headmistress.

“So what is the non-personal reason for your visit, Nym?” Harry used the name only HE was allowed to use with Tonks. Technically Penny and Fleur could get away with it too, but Tonks didn’t want anyone thinking they could get away with using her first name or any derivative of it. She grinned mischievously as he sat down while she stood up.

“Well Harry, as your salesgirl to the DMLE, I’ve come across a bit of a roadblock with the Ward Breakers.” Tonks began as she walked around the desk to stand at his side.

“What kind of roadblock?” Harry raised an eyebrow in question.

“Madam Bones is a bit put off by the price of a one use Item.” Tonks informed him with her grin still in place. “She was hoping that you’d negotiate a lower price.”

“I was advised by the Dwarves that the Ward Breakers were worth at least one hundred Galleons each. I’d rather not turn my back on their advice or business acumen.” Harry told his, currently blue-haired, girlfriend.

“Yeah, I told her you were pretty firm on the price.” Tonks chuckled as she undid the clasp of her robe and shrugged it off. Harry’s eyes took in her t-shirt and jeans quickly. “But I told her I’d try to negotiate with you about reducing the cost of the first order, just so the DMLE can see how useful the Ward Breakers are.”

“Negotiate, huh?” Harry smiled at her and Tonks returned it. The Metamorph straddled his lap and brought their lips together. The couple happily kissed for a bit, just enjoying being close after their separation by Hogwarts restarting. Tonks deepened the kiss and tongues came into play. Harry had no real experience with French Kissing so Tonks guided him. Small moans emerged from their lips as they indulged and eventually pulled back slightly out of breath.

“So Harry, about that ‘discount’~” Tonks grinned teasingly. Harry played as if he was thinking hard about it before replying.

“I guess I could accept a ten percent discount on the first order.” Harry grinned at her. Watching her hair turn pink and lengthen slightly, Harry chuckled, Tonks liked to change her hair on the whim after all. This seemed more deliberate though.

“I think we can do better.” Tonks laughed as her t-shirt suddenly stretched across her swelling bosom. “How about this?” With that she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt. Slowly she pulled it up and Harry watched transfixed as her large breasts got caught on the hem. With a teasing wink Tonks bounced a bit on his lap until her breasts bounced out of her shirt. Harry, like any teenager, happily took in the sight of such large perky boobs. The fact that they were right in his face only made it better!

“Maybe fifteen percent.” Harry muttered as he took in the sight of his girlfriend’s breasts. Tonks cracked up before she took his hands and placed them on her chest.

“Touch them, Harry.” Tonks encouraged him with a warm smile. Honestly neither of them really cared about the discount. It was just a fun game to play while they furthered their relationship. Harry gently cupped her large breasts before giving them a gentle squeeze. Tonks hummed in pleasure as Harry got more and more into his exploration.

“They’re so soft…” Harry murmured as he explored Tonks’ chest.

“Do you like my tits, Harry?” Tonks asked rhetorically.

“They’re amazing.” Harry replied anyway as his thumbs brushed over the hardened nipples, drawing a short gasp from her.

“Twenty percent off amazing?” Tonks continued their little game with a grin.

“I guess…” Harry gave her a grin of his own. She giggled a bit since his hands hadn’t stopped their fondling of her boobs even as he said this.

“Then how about this?” Tonks questioned as she moved his hands from her breasts and pulled his face into them. Harry was shocked for a bit, he felt his cheeks heat up in nervousness, but then he buried his face into the soft boobs. Tonks gently ran her fingers through his hair as he nuzzled her breasts. A few moments later she gasped as Harry took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to lick and suck on it. “Harry~ Mmm~ Naughty Artificer aren’t you~?”

“I try.” Harry mumbled as his face was still buried in boobs.

“Then your corruption is almost complete~” Tonks chuckled as she rolled her hips on his lap. “Mmm~ Suck on my tits~”

“Yes.” Harry replied as he switched nipples and Tonks pulled him closer. His hands quickly found her bum and began to squeeze. Tonks hummed contently as she rolled her hips in time with his squeezes.

“Mmm~ alright lucky boy,” Tonks chuckled as she, reluctantly, pulled Harry’s mouth away from her tits. “That’s enough for now.”

“Aww,” Harry groaned. “Do we have to stop?” Tonks chuckled considering his hands hadn’t left her ass yet.

“I think that was worth a thirty percent discount, don’t you?” Tonks questioned with a playful wink.

“Twenty five, because I wanted more.” Harry countered even as his hands fondled her bum.

“Deal.” Tonks laughed before their lips met again. She’d only intended to ‘seal the deal’ with a kiss. But that quickly became another make-out session, French Kissing and all. Pulling away a minute later Tonks gazed at him lovingly. “Alright now, Mister, I do have to go soon. McGonagall said I needed to leave before dinner. Apparently meals are also something I’m not allowed to ‘interrupt’.”

“Alright…” Harry grumbled as Tonks got off his lap and pulled her shirt down. She picked up her robe and put it back on, using her Wandless Magic to brush the dirt and dust off of it.

“I’ll see you on Yule Break, Harry.” Tonks smiled at him. Harry stood up and pecked her lips. She kissed his cheek in return and they left the workshop together. With one last hug Harry headed towards the Great Hall, Tonks headed back to McGonagall’s Office to use the Floo. It was the same way she got into Hogwarts, and so it was the same way she had to leave. Well, unless she wanted McGonagall to hunt her down at any rate.

-Friday December 3rd ~ After Classes-

“I’m still against this.” Penny informed Harry for the third time that day.

“I know, Penny, but it’s the only way.” Harry smiled, trying to reassure his girlfriend.

“Are you sure you can’t do this another way?” Penny questioned. Her worries for him clear in her eyes.

“This is the best way I could find, Penny.” Harry shook his head.

“Fine…but I don’t like it.” Penny grumbled and Harry pulled her into a hug. She held him tightly, as if afraid to let him go.

“It’s just for the weekend, and then it’ll be done.” Harry assured her. Penny sighed but nodded her acceptance. With that Harry locked himself inside the hidden workshop until he finished the culmination of two years-worth of planning, learning, testing, failing, succeeding, and multiple prototypes.

Harry entered his smithy and gathered his materials together. Sylvuan was ready to go, Vitris Auri was prepared and being kept liquid at the moment. Isimun was etched with the proper Runic Sequence. Everything was ready to go. With everything checked Harry ignited the Forge and started working the temperature higher. Forging out a billet of Sylvuan, Harry pounded it into proper length and shape. His mana was poured into the metal with each strike and the metal of his own Alchemic Creation formed to his desires. He’d only have one chance at this, he’d have to spend the next two days only eating quick meals and sleeping in one or perhaps two hour naps at a time.

-Saturday December 4th ~ Sunrise-

Sweat poured down Harry body. The slight musculature he’d been developing since puberty started was being pushed to its limits. Isimun couldn’t be changed by Magic after it had been formed, it could only be etched with Runes. Forging out a Sylvuan and Vitris Auri guard and etching the corresponding Runic Sequence into it to tie the Isimun to the rest of the blade was a challenge. It was why he couldn’t do this on a normal sleep schedule. Each new piece of his sword had to be created to the exact Form to match up with the Isimun and the rest of the materials. Etching still warm metal had led to a few small burns already, but it was absolutely critical that the Sequences matched and lined up properly. Any mistakes would cost him the sword and all the effort he’d put into it.

“Come on, Potter, head in the game!” Harry shook himself back into focus. He pounded the handle of the sword into proper shape with swing after swing. His arms hurt but his mana would compensate for physical fatigue right now. He still had to bond the blade and Isimun together and then etch and fill in the Sylvuan with the Vitris Auri. After that was done he’d have to let it cool slowly in the Forge. Then a last addition of Sylvuan to complete the blade and only then would he be able to see the finish line!

-Sunday December 5th ~ Afternoon-

“Almost there, almost there,” Harry repeated like a mantra as his hands, burned in multiple places, filled in the last of the Runes on the handle and guard with his own blood. His Alchemic Pen had been filled with his very lifeblood to complete this second to last step. This was to Bind the Artifact Sword to his Bloodline. Every descendant would be able to add their blood to the sword. His children when he eventually passed it on. Their children when they received it, then their children’s children and so on. Each time the half of the blood that could be traced back to him would be linked and form a chain through the generations. No one that wasn’t part of his direct descent would be able to access the sword’s innate power. It would just be a rather powerful Magic Sword in their hands. Only a Potter bound to the sword through blood would be able to use the true abilities that his sword possessed.

“Last step…” Harry huffed as he took the hot, forged, etched, and filled sword to the quench tank. He filled the still hot blade with his mana and then dunked it. Harry poured everything he had left of his mana into the sword. If a Non-Magical Blacksmith had tried to do this, all the different metals being this hot would have reacted differently to being quenched at the sword would most likely have cracked. Harry’s very Will, through his mana, was keeping the Magic Sword together as it cooled and solidified into the finished piece. While he was linked through his mana to the sword he could feel and know everything about it. It was an odd experience; he could literally feel all the work and effort that went into making each constituent part of the sword. He felt as they all came together in the quench tank. Then he felt what he could only describe as a ‘pulse’ move through him from the sword. A new Magical Presence now existed in the smithy, very similar to Harry’s own, but still entirely unique.

“There you are…” Harry chuckled as he pulled the sword out of the tank with shaky arms. To Harry’s eyes, through the skill he’d learned and developed to ‘examine’ Magical Items, he saw the Magical Aura around his finished sword. Powerful, but sedate, as if waiting for when it was needed. His sword was a Masterwork if he did say so himself. Taking the sword over to his work table inside the smithy he set about cleaning it with shaky hands. He’d need to craft a nice handle for it. The metal was the proper shape, now it just needed wood, or perhaps bone, and maybe some leather. “Now there’s a pretty sword.” Harry whispered to the blade as he finished cleaning it.

“Harry…?” Penny called as she knocked on the smithy door. “Harry, are you alright?” Harry really wanted to answer her but he was done. The ache in his body was real. There was a deep, bone deep, exhaustion setting in now that his task was done. He was able to turn his head and see Penny opening the door. Her warm brown eyes widened when they saw the state he was in. “HARRY!” The blonde Head Girl rushed over to him and took him into her arms.

“Hey…Penny…I finished my sword…” Harry whispered tiredly.

“I can see that.” Penny only glanced briefly at the sword lying on the work table. “What did you do to yourself, Harry? You’re shaking, burned, and your hands are a mess.” She pulled him against her gently as she laid her head on top of is. “I think you went too far too soon, Harry.”

“Maybe…maybe…” Harry attempted to shrug, though the best he got was a slight shake of his shoulders.

“We’re going to Madam Pomfrey, no arguments.” Penny informed him as she used her Wandless Magic to levitate him.

“Okay…” Harry murmured tiredly as he started to doze off. His last thought was about how strong his Artifact Sword felt. He was damn proud of the magical power he’d felt in his blade. It was far stronger than he was right now.

Artifacts could be stronger than the one that made them. Base Magical Power for an Artifact was determined by the materials used; the power of the Artificer, and the skill of the said Artificer. Isimun, Sylvuan, Vitris Auri, and Wizard Blood were all decently magically powerful. Isimun was clearly the most powerful of the materials by far. But Harry had poured his own mana into the sword throughout its creation only recovering an hours-worth of rest for his mana, sometimes two, between cycles of forging, etching, and hammering. He’d poured every bit of his mana into his creation on Friday, Saturday, and today. If the Arithmancy was correct Harry’s Artifact Sword should possess almost three times the power he currently did.

It was truly an amazingly powerful sword. Its use as a focus would see it standing toe to toe with even legends like the Sword of Erdunn. Perhaps even mythical blades said to be created or given by Gods. Though that would remain to be seen, for now.

For now Harry was damn tired. Spending three days physically exerting oneself while constantly keeping yourself in a state of near Magical Exhaustion would do that. Harry could ponder no more as he fell asleep before they were even out of the corridor his hidden workshop was in.

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It is COMPLETE!!! After two years of learning, testing, researching, and prototypes, the Artifact Sword is complete!

What will Harry call it? What are its full capabilities? Will Harry’s fame and reputation as an Artificer grow? What will he complete next?

Tonks is going to be so nettled at Harry for hurting himself like this!

No more fun ‘negotiations’ for Harry for a while!

What comes next? Another panel of Artificers? Testing the Sword?

Keep reading to find out!

Current Mana Levels

Harry – 5,502

Tonks – 7,006

Penelope – 6,014

Fleur – 6,208

Until I get your reviews, later!