"No, I just… have a lot of experience." Harry shook his head in reply as he set the trunk down on the floor. He waved his hand over it and the trunk enlarged itself.
Nicholas opened his mouth to say something and then shut it again, as much because of the tone of his voice as the almost negligent way the teen in front of him had both wandlessly and silently cast an enlarging spell on his trunk. Nicholas crossed his arms to watch curiously.
Perenelle wasn't so quiet in her curiousity. "You've been sitting there talking to us without even batting an eyelash. I admit I cast a diagnostic charm on your leg when we found you, because of all the blood, I'm sorry I didn't look for more."
"It's okay. I probably cast a numbing charm on it in the fight or something. I've had worse. It's no big deal." Harry shrugged slightly and then grimaced as he jolted his bad shoulder. Focusing, he knelt down in front of the trunk and placed his palm on the sixth of seven locks on his trunk. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He didn't even flinch when a needle shot from the lock into his hand and then just as quickly withdrew, taking a drop of his blood with it.
Nicholas and Perenelle had both tilted their heads curiously at the odd pass phrase. The needle moved out of the lock and took his blood so fast, that Nicholas missed it, especially in his distracted state, but Perenelle didn't miss it. She couldn't resist asking. "You have a trunk that's password and blood locked. I think I was right earlier, you're more than a little bit paranoid."
The lid of the trunk popped open and Harry stuck his right arm into the compartment. Over the shifting and tinkling of glass he heard Harry's distracted reply. "Honestly, if you think that's bad, the sixth compartment is one of the easier ones to get into. It only has three checks on it."
Nicholas had decided to give up being shocked for the moment. He wasn't sure which part of the comment to pick up on first, that the other locks were harder, or that there were three checks. Finally he decided to go with the latter one. "Three checks?"
Harry leaned back out of the trunk after a moment, pushing himself up to sit back on the couch, his movements awkward as he held two vials, one had a clear liquid, and the other had a red liquid in it. He grinned a bit at Nicholas. "Yeah, besides the password and the blood lock, all seven locks have a charm to check and make sure that anyone that does have permission to open the compartment is doing so of their own free will and not under any form of compulsion or the imperius curse."
Perenelle turned her head in curiosity at that last bit, "I admit that I'm no expert, but I've never heard of a charm like that. And you say that your other compartments are more difficult to get into?"
"Yeah, the others have charms that detect magical signatures as well. We learned the hard way that if you have a source of blood then it's possible to fool the blood ward. However a magical signature is nearly impossible. If yours doesn't match someone who has permission, the instant you try to open it a needle whips out and injects you with a concentrated version of the Draught of Living Death. That stuff knocks you out until a specific antidote is administered. If someone tries to administer the standard antidote it locks the person in a magical coma for 24 hours before they can possibly be revived. Then the entire trunk has a magical signature targeted portkey." Harry set the stoppered vial between his legs as he picked his wand up again, calmly explaining.
Perenelle frowned and tilted her head curiously, "What does that do?"
Nicholas however was pondering the make-up of a Draught of Living Death with those properties, and how he might go about replicating it. The idea of making a Draught that required a specific version of the Wiggenweld potion to wake up from was appealing to him. He had never thought of trying, but he was already mentally putting together a list of how he'd do it.
Harry chuckled a little bit as he very lightly probed his shoulder with his wand, doing his best to examine the extent of the damage. "If someone who shouldn't tries to get access to those locks, the trunk shrinks and portkeys directly to my neck."
Perenelle nodded slowly, "You said all of the other locks have that, why doesn't your sixth lock have that on it?"
Harry didn't reply for a moment, instead he turned his wand on his shoulder, focused his magic and murmured softly, "Ossio Dispersimus." He couldn't resist a soft groan of relief as the splintered and crushed bone in his shoulder disappeared. His shoulder immediately dropped so that his entire arm was hanging from his collarbone by the skin and muscle. Harry didn't waste a moment, biting the stopper on the vial of the clear liquid and tugging it out, before spitting it away. Careless of where it went at the moment, he tossed back his head and swallowed the bitter contents of the vial in one gulp.
Nicholas quickly forgot his promise to stop being shocked. "You just vanished the bones in your shoulder." He stated dumbly.
Harry nodded slightly, "Yeah. Like I said, I can handle it. The vial was skele-grow. I should be right as rain in a few hours." He lifted up the second vial and bit the stopper out again, spitting it away, and then downing the contents in one quick gulp. "Blood replenishing potion, I'm still feeling a little bit drained from the wound earlier." He said, knowing it would be the next question.
Perenelle shook her head, after exchanging a concerned look with her husband, watching him down both vials with naught but a grimace, "Harry… that's a spell that should only be used with great care by the most experienced professionals, after a lot of practice. I don't think I've ever met a healer who would even considercasting it on themselves. I've got far more experience than probably any healer on the planet and I'd never try it on myself."
"Like I said, I've had a lot of practice." Harry said with a one shouldered shrug, before continuing. "As for my trunk, the 6th lock is only my potions compartment. The locks that read your magical aura can take anywhere from thirty seconds to three minutes to open. So we elected not to put them on our potion supplies in case of emergency. Not being able to get into the trunk fast enough would be a bloody stupid reason to die." Harry gestured to the still open trunk, his invitation clear.
Nicholas shifted around to glance inside, his potion making interested piqued. He was surprised to see a deep trunk packed with vials with potions of many different colors. He could Identify several of the potions by their color, and thickness. Anti-Paralysis Potion, Antidotes of several kinds. A lot of blood-replenishing Potion. Bruise Removal Paste, Essence of Dittany, Murtlap Essence, what looked like Veritaserum and more. Including some potions he wasn't able to identify by sight alone.
Perenelle tilted her head curiously, catching onto the last statement. "We?"
Harry chuckled a little bit and gave Nicholas a one sided shrugged since that was all he was capable of at the moment. "My friends and I, trust me, it saved us more than once."
Both Nicholas and Perenelle regarded him with penetrating gazes for several moments before Perenelle very deliberately turned around and returned to sit in her chair while watching him. 'I think we really need to hear that long story now."
Harry watched them both for a moment. His expression turning pensive as he wondered just where he should start his tale. He sat back down on the bed, and winced as his left shoulder swung freely, reminding him of it's less than ideal condition.
"Might as well jump right on into the deep end." Harry thought after a moment's reflection.
"As I said, my name is Harry. My full name is Harry James Potter, and on my world, I was the Boy-Who-Lived."