Harry Potter and the HQL - Chapter - 1

Harry woke up to the soft flickering of sunlight through the window of his room in Number 12, Grimmauld Place. The once dark and gloomy house of the Black family had changed drastically in the past years. Ever since Sirius took ownership and renovated the entire place, it had become almost unrecognizable. The walls were no longer dull and oppressive but vibrant with fresh paint and modern décor. The furniture had been replaced with sleek, contemporary pieces, and thanks to Sirius’s fascination with the Muggle world, the house was now filled with electrical appliances and gadgets—something Harry never imagined seeing in a wizarding household.

Yawning, he stretched and rolled out of bed, his feet touching the plush carpet. After quickly dressing, he decided to check on Sirius. His godfather was notoriously a late riser, so Harry made his way down the hall to Sirius’s room, knocking firmly on the door.

"Oi, Sirius, wake up!" Harry called, rapping on the wood again.

A groggy mutter came from the other side, followed by a faint “Five more minutes, Prongs…” before silence. Harry rolled his eyes and let out a small chuckle. Some things never changed.

Deciding to leave Sirius to his slumber, he made his way downstairs, where a delicious aroma was drifting from the kitchen. As he stepped inside, he found Remus Lupin, dressed in a simple button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, standing over the stove cooking breakfast.

"Morning, Harry," Remus greeted warmly, flipping a batch of sizzling bacon onto a plate. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, it was alright," Harry replied, stepping closer. The kitchen was surprisingly well-organized despite the modern additions Sirius had installed—like a Muggle-style refrigerator, stove, and even a microwave.

Without being asked, Harry grabbed a cutting board and started helping Remus chop vegetables for an omelet. As they worked, Remus brought up an important matter.

"The broomstick sales are going well," Remus said, glancing at Harry as he stirred the eggs in the pan. "In fact, they’re selling so well that we’re struggling to keep up with demand."

Harry nodded thoughtfully. He had been making the brooms by himself, ensuring they were crafted with precision and enchanted properly, but it was a time-consuming process—one that had become increasingly difficult as the popularity of the Stars Broomstick Company soared.

Remus wiped his hands on a kitchen towel and continued, "If you're willing, I’d like to start hiring more witches and wizards to help with production. We can’t rely on you making every broom yourself—it’s just not sustainable."

Harry sighed, mulling over the idea carefully. He knew that expanding the business was necessary, but he had been reluctant to hand over the craftsmanship to others. Still, Remus was right—he couldn’t do this alone forever.

"Yeah," Harry said after a pause. "I think you’re right. We’ll need at least twenty people to help build them. And instead of setting up in Diagon Alley, which would cost a fortune, we should rent a large building in Hogsmeade. The rent there is much cheaper, and we can still operate efficiently."

Remus smiled approvingly. "That’s a smart decision, Harry. We can start looking for a location soon."

At that moment, Sirius stumbled into the kitchen, his hair an absolute mess and his expression groggy. He wore a loose T-shirt and pajama pants that were slightly too big for him, giving him a disheveled but relaxed appearance.

"What’s all this talk about work in the morning?" he grumbled, rubbing his eyes before plopping down onto a chair.

Harry smirked. "Remus and I are talking about expanding the broom business. We need more hands to meet the demand."

Sirius perked up at that, suddenly more awake. "You mean making more money? Count me in." He grinned. "You know, I always had a bit of an entrepreneurial streak. I could help with the advertising and branding. Maybe even come up with a signature Sirius Black model—sleek, rebellious, and dangerously fast."

Harry rolled his eyes, but Remus chuckled, shaking his head.

"Alright, alright," Harry said. "But if we’re going to do this, we need to do it right. I’ll come up with the spells and enchantments we’ll need, and you two can help with the business side of things."

"Deal," Sirius said, reaching for a piece of bacon. "But first, let’s eat—I can’t plan on an empty stomach."

Harry grinned. Things were falling into place. The summer had only just begun, but it was already shaping up to be busy and exciting.

As Harry finished his breakfast with Sirius and Remus at Grimmauld Place, his mind drifted elsewhere—to Runestone Castle. While Grimmauld Place had become more welcoming thanks to Sirius’s renovations, and Highgarden served as a gathering spot for his friends, Runestone Castle was something entirely different.

It was his first real home, the place where he felt truly at ease. It was a fortress of magic and history, filled with secrets that only he and Sirius shared. It was where his personal library, training grounds, and hidden artifacts were kept safe. And most importantly, it was where Norky and Rosly, his loyal house-elves, were waiting for him.

Harry knew they would be expecting him. Ever since he had left for Hogwarts, the two elves had managed the castle in his absence, ensuring everything remained in perfect order. He had always trusted them to handle the upkeep, and now that he was back for the summer, he wanted to check in on them.

“Remus, Sirius,” Harry said as he pushed his plate away. “I need to go to Runestone Castle for a bit. Norky and Rosly are waiting for me there.”

Sirius leaned back in his chair, smirking. “Can’t stay away from your fortress for too long, huh?”

Harry grinned. “It’s home.”

Remus gave him a nod of approval. “It makes sense. You’ve got a lot tied to that place.”

Harry stood up and stretched. “I won’t be gone long. After that, I’ll be heading to Highgarden—I’ll be spending most of the summer there, anyway.”

Unlike Runestone Castle, which was kept a well-guarded secret, Highgarden was known to his friends, mentors, and allies. It served as a safe, public property, a place where people could meet and gather without needing to uncover Harry’s deeper secrets. When he needed to entertain guests or hold meetings, Highgarden was the perfect place.

But Runestone Castle? That was different. It was a private sanctuary, protected by wards so strong that only he and Sirius had full access to it.

Sirius gave him a knowing look. “You know, I might stop by later. See if you’ve added anything new to the place.”

Harry smirked. “I’ll let you know if there’s anything worth seeing.”

With that, he left the kitchen, grabbing his cloak and wand before stepping outside into the hidden courtyard of Grimmauld Place. Taking a deep breath, he focused on the familiar, powerful wards surrounding Runestone Castle and, with a flick of his wand, vanished into thin air—disapparating straight into the heart of his home.

For the next week, Harry stayed completely inside Runestone Castle, surrounded by the familiar ancient stone walls, enchanted corridors, and sprawling castle grounds. It was a time of peace and deep focus, allowing him to reconnect with the place that had become more than just a residence—it was his sanctuary.

During the days, he spent hours tending to the magical creatures that inhabited the castle grounds. From the serpentine drakes that had made their nests in the rocky cliffs to the hippogriffs and thestrals that roamed freely under the castle’s protections, Harry ensured each of them was well cared for. Norky and Rosly, his devoted house-elves, took care of his meals and personal needs, keeping the castle running smoothly while making sure Harry was well-fed and rested.

At night, when the castle was quiet, Harry found himself once again exploring its hidden secrets. Though he had wandered these halls thousands of times, there was always something new to uncover—a forgotten storeroom filled with ancient artifacts, an enchanted mirror that revealed glimpses of the past, or another tunnel leading to an unknown part of the castle. The knowledge stored within these walls was immense, and Harry absorbed as much as he could, reading books, practicing spells, and refining his magical craft.

Despite his isolation, he kept in touch with Sirius and Remus through the fireplace, using Floo Powder to stay updated on their activities.

Remus, ever the responsible one, had been scouting for places to rent in Hogsmeade, searching for the perfect location for their broomstick workshop.

Sirius, on the other hand, was vague about what he was up to. Every time Harry asked, he would dodge the question or give some mischievous non-answer—meaning Sirius was likely getting himself into trouble or working on something secretive.

As much as Harry enjoyed the solitude, he knew his time at Runestone Castle was limited. His friends were eager to meet up, and Highgarden was the place where he spent most of his time with them. He had only given himself a week before heading there, knowing that his friends would want to visit him as soon as possible.

With a sigh, Harry stood in the grand hall of Runestone Castle, gazing up at the massive, enchanted chandelier that flickered with eternal blue flames.

"I'll be back soon," he murmured to himself.

Then, with Norky and Rosly ensuring the castle would remain well-kept in his absence, Harry prepared to leave for Highgarden, where a new part of his summer—and new adventures—awaited him.
After moving to Highgarden, Harry quickly settled into a comfortable routine, and his house-elves, Norky and Rosly, made frequent trips from Runestone Castle to ensure he was well taken care of. Highgarden was more than just a property; it was a fortified estate, a sanctuary, and a training ground—the perfect place for Harry and his friends to grow stronger.

It didn’t take long for Neville, Fred, and George to start visiting regularly. The four of them had trained in secret since their time at Hogwarts, keeping their skills sharp and ever-improving. But now that summer had begun and they were free from the Ministry’s watchful eye, they had a golden opportunity—a secure place where they could use magic without restrictions, away from prying eyes.

Highgarden had the perfect environment for their intense combat training, dueling, and magical skill development.

Sirius and Remus were their best sparring partners, bringing years of battle experience from the First Wizarding War.

Fred and George, despite their mischievous nature, took combat training seriously, constantly working on non-conventional fighting techniques that often incorporated their prankster creativity.

Neville, no longer the hesitant boy he once was, had become strong and determined, showing great skill in defensive magic, transfiguration-based combat, and tactical awareness.

Harry, as the most advanced among them, continued leading their intense regimen, pushing himself and his friends to new limits.

Their training wasn’t just dueling and combat spells—it extended to breaking wards, learning how to bypass enchantments, and understanding magical defenses.

Sirius taught them about practical dueling techniques, often focusing on quick reflexes, unpredictable movement, and counterattacks.

Remus, on the other hand, was an expert in strategy and endurance, teaching them how to conserve magic during long fights and how to counteract dark magic techniques.

Harry, Neville, Fred, and George focused on pushing the limits of their magic, experimenting with new spell combinations, refining their physical agility, and honing their precision in casting spells under pressure.


By the end of each day, they were exhausted but thrilled with their progress. They could feel themselves growing stronger, faster, and more skilled, and every session brought them closer to mastery.

Sirius, always one to push them further, smirked as they collapsed onto the grass after an intense sparring match.

"Not bad," he said, twirling his wand. "But if you lot think you're ready to take on the world, you’re dead wrong. You’re getting better—but I can still take all four of you down at once."

Fred groaned. "One day, Sirius. One day we’ll take you down."

"That," Sirius grinned, "is the spirit."

As the sun set over Highgarden, the group sat together, nursing their sore muscles but excited for the days ahead. With the summer stretching before them, they had one goal in mind—to become stronger than ever before.

And this was only the beginning.