Harry Potter and the Castor of Crows
Year 7, Chapter One: Another Visit Back to Diagon Alley
Harry Potter woke up on a Saturday morning, but he felt very unusual. In two days he would be going back to the world he loved so much. Even though he was now still enveloped in the wizarding world, living with his godfather Sirius, he missed the place he had spent his past seven years learning and training to be a great wizard at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had been living with Sirius for two years now, and had not heard word from his only living blood relatives, a muggle family by the name of Dursley. His aunt's sister had been his mother, Lily, and his father, James Potter, was his godfather's best friend at school. When his parents had been murdered by the Dark Wizard, Lord Voldemort, he had been the downfall of the Dark Lord, and he still was. Five times Harry had met Voldemort, and five times Harry had came out of it as the victor... but just narrowly. Now he was going into his final year at Hogwarts, hoping Voldemort would not show his face...
"Harry!" A rough edged voice called, the sound spiraling up the staircase of the small two story cottage that Sirius and Harry occupied. "Better hurry! We need t'get t'Diagon Alley as soon as we can... I hear that the shopping has been outrageous this weekend!"
Harry quickly hopped out of his sleigh-style bed and quickly tugged off his nightshirt and slipped into a freshly pressed polo-type shirt that matched the color of his brilliant emerald eyes. He tugged on socks and didn't even bother to run a comb through his inky black hair that was unruly and messy looking no matter how hard he tried to style it.
As he stumbled down the stairs, he caught the expression on his godfather's scruffy face. In his hands was a local wizarding newspaper, and a nearly empty mug of coffee rested near it. Glancing at his watch, Sirius looked up at Harry and nodded, getting up and taking a last swig of the lukewarm drink. Setting the mug in the sink, he gathered his long trench-style coat and slipped his gaunt arms into the sleeves, helping Harry into his own. They exited out the door and in no time they were on the muggle London Underground trolley.
At the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, a barely noticeable pub to muggles, Harry followed Sirius in. The pub was barely lit, and they weaved their way through the unusual crowd and went into the back of the pub, where it seemed to be only a regular back cubby to store trash and other discardable items. Sirius pulled out his wand (10 inches, willow, unusually firm for willow, containing a dragon's heartstring) and tapped the bricks in a pattern, and almost instantly they seemed to twist and turn, making an entrance big enough for even a large giant. As the bricks folded away, their destination appeared. Diagon Alley.
Harry loved Diagon Alley, and couldn't wait to explore the various wizarding shops. But first he followed Sirius to Gringotts, the wizarding bank.
"Got yer key, Harry?" Sirius asked quietly. He fingered his own pockets, feeling for a brass one himself.
Harry nodded, reaching in his chino pocket for a small silver key that had a loop at the end. He quickly showed it to Sirius, and pocketed it once more, feeling a shiver go down his spine as he entered Gringotts. Goblins, short little demon looking creatures wandered all around the place, acting as if they were on an important life threatening mission.
Harry and Sirius went directly to the main counter, and Sirius chatted with the Goblin teller, and in minutes they were in one of the sickeningly fast and eerie goblin carts, heading to Harry's vault first. When they arrived, Harry handed their Goblin helper (Pliggart) his silver key. The Goblin twisted the key in a secret keyhole, and the vault swung open.
Turning to Sirius, he grabbed his bag and hastily shoved gold, silver, and bronze Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts.
Harry re-entered the cart and waited as the Goblin finally nodded to Sirius when they reached the godfather's vault. Sirius gathered his money in a quick fashion and they were back in the cart before you could say 'Sickles'. They were on their way back to the main lobby of Gringotts when suddenly the small lantern, that their goblin helper was holding, suddenly blacked out. Their cart, which was traveling on strong iron bars at breakneck speed slowed very quickly and stopped with a horrible screech that would make a hag cringe. Harry looked for Sirius in the pitch black dark, and felt his fingers fall upon the familiar feeling of his coat.
"Harry?" Sirius asked quietly, his voice sounding leathery and worn, managing a small croak before he made out his grandson's name. "You all right?"
Harry nodded, and then he realized Sirius would not see the gesture in the unlit 'dungeon'. "Yeah," Harry whispered, clutching onto his money bag much tighter now. "Wha' happened?"
Suddenly, he heard Sirius move in a flash, then regain his position. "Harry!" Sirius said sharply. "Pliggart is gone!"
Harry felt himself ready to draw his wand, but then he decided against it as he softly spoke. "What do you reckon happened to him, Sirius?"
Sirius sighed, which Harry of course could barely hear, and spoke again. "I don't know... wait, d'you hear that?"
Suddenly, like a bolting surge, a lantern appeared in the distance and they heard the laughing of a goblin. In an instant Pliggart was back with them, and he apologized for deserting them like he did.
"S'rry, m'gud sirs. Gobl'n bizness, it was. Ev'ry gobl'n in all of Gr'ngotts was called, th'was... Won't happen again...now ah, please, m'gud sirs, please don't mention all this t'nyone, please... right, right... n'we should be on our way, yes?"
Sirius gave Harry a look and nodded gravely to Pliggart. In no time, they were out of Gringotts and on their way.
Harry and Sirius directed themselves towards the usual stores Harry visited to obtain his school supplies. Harry quickly looked over his list of Books for his classes when he entered Flourish and Blotts.
Books Required for Seventh Years
-The Revised Version of Transfiguration by Baghilda Bagshot
-Complicated Concoctions by Frebane Grotto
-Rare and Unusual Species of Romania, Africa, and North America by Allison Alicorn
-Charms of the Twentieth Century: Level Seven by Malfundus Archiatry
-A Guide to Poisonous and Deadly Plants of the Mid-Southern Countries by Liana Bromilia
Harry quickly grabbed his books and paid the clerk at the counter, exiting as quick as possible. He was on his way to Quality Quidditch Supplies where he was anxiously awaiting to retrieve his Firebolt, which had somehow developed a slightly faulty tail.
However, Sirius was set on obtaining all of his school supplies before worrying about his other priorities. The next stop was to Madam Malkin's Robes, and to Harry's dismay, he had shot up a whole two inches taller, rendering his old robes useless. The flighty and aging Madam Malkin measured Harry, and it was a full twenty minutes before Harry and Sirius were able to leave Madam Malkin's with Harry's new robes and a stylish winter cloak.
Finally after buying his potions class supplies and a new cauldron (his old handy pewter one had burst last year when Mr. Longbottom had mistaken it for his own and used it for a Snapping Cure potion), Sirius permitted Harry to go to Quality Quidditch Supplies and go get his broom while he browsed in Magical Menagerie.
As Harry entered There were two broomsticks next to each other on pedestals, obviously new prototypes. Harry read the placard aloud to himself:
The Dragonclaw and The Dragonfang
Two finely crafted brooms hand inspected. The first ever broomstick to have magical pulsation inside of them. Powered by Dragon's Heartstrings, specially selected from Dragons of strength and power. Handle made from Oak and Ash Hybrid, each twig artificially grown and inspected to be aerodynamic with ultraspeed precision. Price on Request.
"Price on request...." Harry thought to himself. Of course, when he had first seen a Firebolt, it also had read, 'Price on request.' But compared to these.... He fingered the ends of the brooms. The Dragonclaw's had had a clenched fist of a Dragon, and the Dragonfang had a bared Dragon muzzle.
It took all of Harry's strength to remind himself his Firebolt was perfectly all right, and it had just been fixed even! He gave one last longing look and then proceeded to the counter where he greeted the lady there.
"Hi, um, My name is Harry Potter and, I um, I'm picking up a Firebolt that was being repaired?"
The lady nodded and went behind the counter, pulling out a parcel and handing it to Harry. "Here you go hun... the cost comes to...."
After paying and exiting Quality Quidditch Supplies (of course he looked at The Dragonfang and Dragonclaw before leaving) Harry met up with Sirius in the Leaky Cauldron. They chatted for a while with the bartender and finally went back to their tiny two story cottage home, and Harry peacefully fell asleep.
Year 7, Chapter One: Another Visit Back to Diagon Alley
Harry Potter woke up on a Saturday morning, but he felt very unusual. In two days he would be going back to the world he loved so much. Even though he was now still enveloped in the wizarding world, living with his godfather Sirius, he missed the place he had spent his past seven years learning and training to be a great wizard at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had been living with Sirius for two years now, and had not heard word from his only living blood relatives, a muggle family by the name of Dursley. His aunt's sister had been his mother, Lily, and his father, James Potter, was his godfather's best friend at school. When his parents had been murdered by the Dark Wizard, Lord Voldemort, he had been the downfall of the Dark Lord, and he still was. Five times Harry had met Voldemort, and five times Harry had came out of it as the victor... but just narrowly. Now he was going into his final year at Hogwarts, hoping Voldemort would not show his face...
"Harry!" A rough edged voice called, the sound spiraling up the staircase of the small two story cottage that Sirius and Harry occupied. "Better hurry! We need t'get t'Diagon Alley as soon as we can... I hear that the shopping has been outrageous this weekend!"
Harry quickly hopped out of his sleigh-style bed and quickly tugged off his nightshirt and slipped into a freshly pressed polo-type shirt that matched the color of his brilliant emerald eyes. He tugged on socks and didn't even bother to run a comb through his inky black hair that was unruly and messy looking no matter how hard he tried to style it.
As he stumbled down the stairs, he caught the expression on his godfather's scruffy face. In his hands was a local wizarding newspaper, and a nearly empty mug of coffee rested near it. Glancing at his watch, Sirius looked up at Harry and nodded, getting up and taking a last swig of the lukewarm drink. Setting the mug in the sink, he gathered his long trench-style coat and slipped his gaunt arms into the sleeves, helping Harry into his own. They exited out the door and in no time they were on the muggle London Underground trolley.
At the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, a barely noticeable pub to muggles, Harry followed Sirius in. The pub was barely lit, and they weaved their way through the unusual crowd and went into the back of the pub, where it seemed to be only a regular back cubby to store trash and other discardable items. Sirius pulled out his wand (10 inches, willow, unusually firm for willow, containing a dragon's heartstring) and tapped the bricks in a pattern, and almost instantly they seemed to twist and turn, making an entrance big enough for even a large giant. As the bricks folded away, their destination appeared. Diagon Alley.
Harry loved Diagon Alley, and couldn't wait to explore the various wizarding shops. But first he followed Sirius to Gringotts, the wizarding bank.
"Got yer key, Harry?" Sirius asked quietly. He fingered his own pockets, feeling for a brass one himself.
Harry nodded, reaching in his chino pocket for a small silver key that had a loop at the end. He quickly showed it to Sirius, and pocketed it once more, feeling a shiver go down his spine as he entered Gringotts. Goblins, short little demon looking creatures wandered all around the place, acting as if they were on an important life threatening mission.
Harry and Sirius went directly to the main counter, and Sirius chatted with the Goblin teller, and in minutes they were in one of the sickeningly fast and eerie goblin carts, heading to Harry's vault first. When they arrived, Harry handed their Goblin helper (Pliggart) his silver key. The Goblin twisted the key in a secret keyhole, and the vault swung open.
Turning to Sirius, he grabbed his bag and hastily shoved gold, silver, and bronze Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts.
Harry re-entered the cart and waited as the Goblin finally nodded to Sirius when they reached the godfather's vault. Sirius gathered his money in a quick fashion and they were back in the cart before you could say 'Sickles'. They were on their way back to the main lobby of Gringotts when suddenly the small lantern, that their goblin helper was holding, suddenly blacked out. Their cart, which was traveling on strong iron bars at breakneck speed slowed very quickly and stopped with a horrible screech that would make a hag cringe. Harry looked for Sirius in the pitch black dark, and felt his fingers fall upon the familiar feeling of his coat.
"Harry?" Sirius asked quietly, his voice sounding leathery and worn, managing a small croak before he made out his grandson's name. "You all right?"
Harry nodded, and then he realized Sirius would not see the gesture in the unlit 'dungeon'. "Yeah," Harry whispered, clutching onto his money bag much tighter now. "Wha' happened?"
Suddenly, he heard Sirius move in a flash, then regain his position. "Harry!" Sirius said sharply. "Pliggart is gone!"
Harry felt himself ready to draw his wand, but then he decided against it as he softly spoke. "What do you reckon happened to him, Sirius?"
Sirius sighed, which Harry of course could barely hear, and spoke again. "I don't know... wait, d'you hear that?"
Suddenly, like a bolting surge, a lantern appeared in the distance and they heard the laughing of a goblin. In an instant Pliggart was back with them, and he apologized for deserting them like he did.
"S'rry, m'gud sirs. Gobl'n bizness, it was. Ev'ry gobl'n in all of Gr'ngotts was called, th'was... Won't happen again...now ah, please, m'gud sirs, please don't mention all this t'nyone, please... right, right... n'we should be on our way, yes?"
Sirius gave Harry a look and nodded gravely to Pliggart. In no time, they were out of Gringotts and on their way.
Harry and Sirius directed themselves towards the usual stores Harry visited to obtain his school supplies. Harry quickly looked over his list of Books for his classes when he entered Flourish and Blotts.
Books Required for Seventh Years
-The Revised Version of Transfiguration by Baghilda Bagshot
-Complicated Concoctions by Frebane Grotto
-Rare and Unusual Species of Romania, Africa, and North America by Allison Alicorn
-Charms of the Twentieth Century: Level Seven by Malfundus Archiatry
-A Guide to Poisonous and Deadly Plants of the Mid-Southern Countries by Liana Bromilia
Harry quickly grabbed his books and paid the clerk at the counter, exiting as quick as possible. He was on his way to Quality Quidditch Supplies where he was anxiously awaiting to retrieve his Firebolt, which had somehow developed a slightly faulty tail.
However, Sirius was set on obtaining all of his school supplies before worrying about his other priorities. The next stop was to Madam Malkin's Robes, and to Harry's dismay, he had shot up a whole two inches taller, rendering his old robes useless. The flighty and aging Madam Malkin measured Harry, and it was a full twenty minutes before Harry and Sirius were able to leave Madam Malkin's with Harry's new robes and a stylish winter cloak.
Finally after buying his potions class supplies and a new cauldron (his old handy pewter one had burst last year when Mr. Longbottom had mistaken it for his own and used it for a Snapping Cure potion), Sirius permitted Harry to go to Quality Quidditch Supplies and go get his broom while he browsed in Magical Menagerie.
As Harry entered There were two broomsticks next to each other on pedestals, obviously new prototypes. Harry read the placard aloud to himself:
The Dragonclaw and The Dragonfang
Two finely crafted brooms hand inspected. The first ever broomstick to have magical pulsation inside of them. Powered by Dragon's Heartstrings, specially selected from Dragons of strength and power. Handle made from Oak and Ash Hybrid, each twig artificially grown and inspected to be aerodynamic with ultraspeed precision. Price on Request.
"Price on request...." Harry thought to himself. Of course, when he had first seen a Firebolt, it also had read, 'Price on request.' But compared to these.... He fingered the ends of the brooms. The Dragonclaw's had had a clenched fist of a Dragon, and the Dragonfang had a bared Dragon muzzle.
It took all of Harry's strength to remind himself his Firebolt was perfectly all right, and it had just been fixed even! He gave one last longing look and then proceeded to the counter where he greeted the lady there.
"Hi, um, My name is Harry Potter and, I um, I'm picking up a Firebolt that was being repaired?"
The lady nodded and went behind the counter, pulling out a parcel and handing it to Harry. "Here you go hun... the cost comes to...."
After paying and exiting Quality Quidditch Supplies (of course he looked at The Dragonfang and Dragonclaw before leaving) Harry met up with Sirius in the Leaky Cauldron. They chatted for a while with the bartender and finally went back to their tiny two story cottage home, and Harry peacefully fell asleep.