 "They will serve their purpose," Harry insisted. He had changed a lot over these last few weeks. Since he now had elves at his disposal that cared about cooking and cleaning, Harry had made use of his "free" time. For a few hours out of each day, Harry studied in detail, what the Dark Lord had tried to cramp into Hermione's head in a weekend. He had started to fly as a workout routine, wanting to stay in shape. Not at all an easy task when Belladonna and Lily had decided that he was far too thin and were bribing him with snacks at every opportunity. Fortunately, the house-elves seemed to be firm believers in healthy food. Otherwise, Harry would weigh as much as Dudley by now. To do his wardrobe justice, he had gotten a stylish haircut that would allow him to grow his hair out, to make it more easily manageable. Six days ago, Barty had cautiously offered a present. Harry had not known how to react when he was given a set of eye potions. They had to be taken every evening for a week to correct Harry's eyesight. Even Voldemort had been impressed and had congratulated Barty on his foresight. The teenager wondered who had been more delighted that day, him for finally getting rid of his glasses or Barty for the absent-minded compliment.