Summary: There was something about Lily Evans no one knew, not even herself; she had a special ability passed down to her that never had been taken over her. When Harry was born he had those abilities and now that his parents are dead and no one from the wizarding world knows of him, Harry will harness those abilities even if he destroys the world.
Me dicen el matador, naci en barracas
si hablamos de matar mis palabras matan
no hace mucho tiempo que cayo el Leon Santillan
y ahora se que en cualquier momento me la van a dar
ahh matador.. ahh matador.. donde estas matador..
ahh matador...ahh matador!
Los Fabulosos Cadillacs – Matador
El Matador
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Harry has now turned seven years old he stayed in his cupboard for a long time now, his bright green eyes that seem to almost glow in the pitch dark cupboard as he counted the spiders walking on the cracks of the four walls surrounding him. His eyes seem to see things that no one else could. Sometimes he would see skeletons dancing, other times he would see small goblins fighting. He would always see things that seem freakish to his guardians. Yes guardians, Harry never saw his guardians as family; he only knew that he was sadly related to them by some bizarre incident.
When Harry turned four he was enrolled in a local primary school near Surrey which was just four blocks away from when they lived along with his cousin, Dudley Dursley, or Diddums as his mother would call him. Harry had always a good sense of hearing and as they walked to the office for enrolment his aunt and uncle told him to stay put as they shot the heavy door. He could hear them telling the office secretary about Harry. His aunt ran her mouth about Harry being a delinquent no-good kid, which never did anything, which he cheated and stole as soon as he could walk and talk.
Harry grinded his teeth in anger never did anything did he? Harry would always set the table, cleaned and picked up all of Dudley's toys and room. All Harry got was left overs and cast offs.
The secretary assured them that Harry would be isolated from everyone in class. She would make sure of it. Not caring for such things Harry would prove them all wrong.
The day he went to school had been the worst. The teacher would give him dirty looks and would whisper about him as she sat him in a table isolated from everyone else. Harry of course ignored her despicable behaviour and listen to her inane babble.
After two months in isolation the teacher discovered something, Harry wasn't a disruptive boy, he was a smart young child that was least favoured amongst his relative for a reason or another, she didn't know. Ms Green's dark brown eyes would survey Harry every day. The child liked to sit in class during break and would read as much as possible. The boy would always write as neatly as he could with his old and shoddy writing utensil, one thing she did noticed was that Harry Potter was a genius, he would remember everything she would say, everything she taught and everything he would read.
Then that got her thinking, was that why the Dursleys though Harry as unnatural, as a cheater? A week later she had given Harry an individual packet different than everyone else's to see if Harry was really cheating.
Harry had handed her the packet with everything written in perfectly and cleanly. She inspected the results and her conclusions where right.
Two days later the Dursleys got a call about Harry their despicable nephew.
"Well what did the boy do? Did he break a window? Stole something from some kid? I always knew he was a good for nothing child just like he's drunk father." Petunia Dursley commented. Ms Green's eyes widen in disbelieve.
"No Mrs Dursley nothing of the sorts I have been testing him for the past week with a different sort of packets to see if he was a cheater as you said. I noticed that all his work has been consistently perfect, so I wanted to test your theory. Harry is a very smart bright boy. He learns faster than anyone else I've ever seen, he is quiet and doesn't socialize at all he is fond of reading and learning. I know to you it may seem like cheating but Harry is a true prodigy he picks up things quickly and maintains them just the same. I think it would be best if we were to move him in an advance course." Petunia's face was ashen by the discovery. She knew that her freak nephew was smart, she knew it. She could see when he picked up talking easily and when he began reading books at two.
"No, I will not pay for that, I will not have that sort of unnaturalness in my home." As quickly as the words came they left.
"Well if you won't then I will Mrs Dursley that child needs to learn and nurture his ability if he doesn't he will lose it." Ms Green said sternly.
"Well you can waste your money on that freak I won't." She said heatedly. Two months later a letter came to Petunia Dursley stating that Harry had won a scholarship for Oxford Children's Academy for the Gifted, also known as Oxford Children's University that allowed Children from the age's 7 through 17 attend. It was a boarding school in Oxford that taught the children of elite society and children gifted enough to get there.
Petunia Dursley was seething with rage how dare he? How dare he win such a prestigious scholarship? Now she couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't just the money she would spend, no his scholarship included everything, housing, school materials and transportation and if they didn't sent him the school would be suspicious there was nothing she could do.
After that violent outburst of Petunia Dursley, Ms Green knew something was wrong. Something was going on in that house and she didn't like it. While Dudley Dursley was an overweight bully, Harry was the opposite. He was a polite and helpful child, and much too thin for Ms Greens liking.
Ms Green decided to investigate the demise of James and Lily Potter, what she found out was shocking. James Potter was a government agent and his wife was a doctor they were both prodigies much like their son Harry. The sad thing was that James was sought by some sort of terrorist and on October 31st 1981 Harry's family was murdered. Harry's only living relatives where the Dursleys; she had now come to a real conclusion. Harry's aunt was a selfish jealous woman who hated her sister and took out that hate on Harry by creating a false live about Harry's parents and making Harry look like some sort of delinquent. It was horrifying what jealousy could do to people.
After her investigation she had set the school principle straight about Harry. She set up a test that she knew Harry could pass, and sent out the results to many schools and academy's for the gifted, later on she had created packages with test and drills to keep Harry's brain in top shape until he would attend the academy.
Ms Green was awarded a prestigious award for helping Harry in his time of need and was quite a thing for such a small school in Surrey. The days came and went as Harry was hailed as a smart prodigy; Harry had also known about the real reason to his parents deaths and had a great amount of hate for the Dursleys.
Harry would always look at his relatives like insignificant vermin, after finding out the real reason thanks to Ms Green Harry was aware about them. At first Harry's anger had contorted into spectacles of fury filled accidental magic which scared the Dursleys to no end, but after reading phycology books he had regain his senses and had hated them differently like bugs which bother you and you exterminate them. Harry in reality couldn't exterminate his relative but he could make their lives miserable or as miserable as a five year old could.
Finding themselves at the end of Harry's accidental magic the Dursleys started to ignore Harry, and where ever Harry went they left. Two years had now passed and Harry's life was tolerable. Harry had packed his large suitcase with books and Dudley's old cast off which Harry somehow had shrunk to his size. After Harry had figured out how to shrink and unshrink items, Harry noticed he was much more special than he believed.
Harry would practice his powers, as he called them and made things happened round him. If he wanted something what was too far out of his reach it would float or vanish and reaper to him. If Dudley's clothes were too big for him, he would make them his size, if his items where old or broken Harry would fix them as new. But what Harry loved the most was the ability to speak to snakes. Harry enjoyed their conversations and seeing things in a new perspective.
"Are you ready Harry?" Ms Green asked. Harry nodded. Ms Green had been like a mother he never had, in a sense. She gifted him with knowledge and had given him an opportunity and most of all had gifted him with the truth.
"Well then, please put your luggage in the boot of the car and we'll get some breakfast I'll be driving you to Oxford dear." She said smiling. After a twenty minute trip they stopped in a café and ate peacefully.
"Here we are." Ms Green said. Harry looked out the window and noticed they hadn't been in Oxford yet, the building had a large display of exotic birds and animals.
"Why are we here Ms Green?" Harry asked curiously. Ms Green smiled at Harry as she took his hand into the exotic pet shop.
"Well I thought it would be a good idea to get you a pet, not just any pet though. A snake. You seem to like them so much Harry and you're such a smart boy I thought it you be great to get you one as a goodbye gift from me to you. What do you say Harry?" Harry's breath caught as he smiled genuinely for the first time in a long time.
"Thank you Ms Green!" Harry said happily as he hugged her tightly.
Harry entered the warm room full of serpents as he heard hissed whispers. Ms Green and the store keeper where outside chatting amicably, as Harry approached a small tank. The snake was an onyx colour, the sheen of it reflected with the orange and blue lights on its vivarium. The onyx snake of about eight inches lounged lazily on a large rock.
:Human hatchling,: The snake hissed. Harry eyed the snake carefully. She didn't insult him like the rest inside did. She looked perfect.
:Hello, what is your name beautiful?: Harry hissed back. The snake slithered closer towards Harry.
:I go by many names hatchling, but you may call me Kadru.: Harry smiled at her name Kadru, goddess and mother of snakes and nagās how fascinating.
:If it isn't any trouble Kadru I'd like to purchase you.: The snake coiled herself. :If that is what you wish then please do so hatchling, I know we'll do great things.: Harry put his left arm inside the tank as the Kadru coiled herself around Harry's thin arm. The snake barrowed herself inside Harry's long sleeve shirt as her fangs bit in his warm pale flesh. Harry gasped and fell to the ground as he shook violently. After a few minutes his eyes opened.
:What did you do Kadru?: Harry asked as he gasped for air. The snake gave a high pitched hissing laugh.
:I have given you a gift, when the time comes you'll know.: Harry swallowed nervously and nodded anyways. There was nothing he could really do as Kadru unravelled herself from Harry's arm and slithered to his left shoulder.
Ms Green eyed the snake as it hissed at Harry softly; Harry just nodded to it as if he could understand it.
"I would like to get her please Ms Green." Harry said. Ms Green smiled and walked towards the shop keeper.
"The snake is free, if she chose you I can't sell her but you can buy everything else she'll need." The shop keeper said. He had an odd gleam in his eye. The shop keeper moved his hand elegantly and Ms Green froze in the spot.
"Harry Potter, I never knew someone like you could be friends with such a dark woman." The man's face morphed into a terrifying smile. His teeth looked like fangs of a rabid wolf. Harry's face palled with fear.
"Who are you?" Harry whispered brokenly. The man's face became passive and packed a large box with everything needed for Kadru.
"Free of charge to the Great Harry Potter," The man smiled courteously as he moved his hand in a similar manner as before. Ms Green mechanically walked to the car and packed the items into the boot.
Harry noticed a glazed look in Ms Green's eyes. As they slowly drove away the store vanished from sight and it was replaced by a concrete walls. After twenty minutes Ms Green became her usual self and her eyes no longer had that possessed look. Unable to understand what really happened Harry sat silently and thought over the events until he arrived at Oxford Children's University. With their last goodbyes Harry entered a modern world of learning.
Harry was placed in his second year, as soon as Harry received their scholarship a test was sent and Harry easily completed it and mailed it back to Oxford. Receiving news of his placement Harry read as much as he could and practice the violin, which the music teacher had given Harry during his weekends.
"Mr Potter we are glad to have you here today, your test scores have given us much to rave about, and we have never seen such high scores in all our lives here at Oxford." The headmaster said to Harry. Harry blushed and nodded nonetheless thanking the headmaster.
"I'll be showing you to your quarters Mr Potter only those who are scholarship students are permitted in these rooms." He said smiling.
"We hope to you see you grow Mr Potter." With those last words Harry unpacked into his new rooms and set up the vivarium for Kadru.
The first five months were quite difficult for Harry. Many of the kids ostracize Harry for his social standing, but Harry didn't care about their money or their social standing. Harry only cared for knowledge and power. As soon as Harry started to outshine them many of the children took offense and tried to sabotage Harry, Harry of course took that as a challenged and manipulated them to his liking. Kadru would spy on the children and Harry would use said information on them. The children of Oxford Children's University started to understand the power of Harry Potter.
Harry exceled in all his classes perfectly, it was almost frightening how well he did in his classes. Harry not only learn school basics but also many other things. He learned French, Spanish and Latin, for languages. Violin and the flute for instruments and was currently in two extra curriculum activity clubs Chess and gymnastics.
Harry's body was something to be fear in a sense of foreboding. He was able to learn things in an inhumanly possible speed. The school professors thought that as more than just a prodigy gift and more on an astronomic level of surrealism. Harry picked up things too easily it had them all at an edge.
By the end of the year the school had asked scientist and doctors about Harry's gift, making Harry the first of human kind to have such skill. By the second year of the academy Harry had been bumped up to fourth year, he was currently eight years old and many grants had been awarded to Harry in the field of music, sports and languages. Harry's escalating sense of knowledge brought many scientist to seek to study Harry's body, Harry easily decline such scientist and stopped all press releases about his special abilities.
By the time Harry was almost eleven he already had completed the required years in Oxford Children's University and took extracurricular activities for fun.
An owl had flown inside the one of the large libraries in Oxford, as it landed close to Harry. It was a week before Harry's 11th birthday and summer vacation. Harry should've been at the Dursleys but had asked the headmaster if he could stay. The headmaster had granted Harry's request along with a few other students.
Harry beckon the tawny owl to come close as Harry took the letter from its beak and read aloud,
"Mr H Potter, third library on the east campus table number twenty five. Oxford Academy Sandy Lane, West Littlemore, Oxford." Harry looked at the thick parchment inside the faded yellow envelope as he broke the red wax seal.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRYHeadmaster:Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump,International Confed. of Wizards)Dear Mr Potter,We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted atHogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.Yours sincerely,Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Harry re-read the letter. "This must be some sort of joke. I already have been accepted by the best academies." Grumbling in ire Harry saw the owl still waiting. "I'll be right back owl." Harry said to the owl. The owl bobbed its head in understanding as Harry walked away twenty minutes Later had an envelope with a pen and a peace of thick paper.
Dear Professor McGonagall,
While I appreciate your interesting letter I don't believe it. I Harry Potter have been accepted to many elite universities, I also don't know where I would buy all those Items or were to buy an owl which is very much almost illegal without a permit.
I am currently in the following school, Oxford Academy also known as Oxford Children's University. The school is located in Sandy Lane, West Littlemore, Oxford if you could come over and somehow prove to me this school of yours isn't some sort of joke I would very much be interested in it. But I would also be interested in other schools of magic if they are available.
Yours interestedly,
Harry Potter
Harry folded the letter perfectly as he put it into the envelope. "Owl, please return this to the Deputy Headmistress McGonagall." Harry said softly to the bird. Harry hoped that the school was real. It could explain Harry's abilities and if there was such school than he hoped
Four days before Harry's 11th birthday, he noticed that his glasses made everything quite blurry. As Harry removed them everything looked clearer than ever. Smiling Harry tossed his glasses into the rubbish bin in his rooms and picked up another book to read.
"Mr Harry Potter, please come to the headmasters office." The intercom alerted Harry as he clothes himself presentably put on his shoes, twenty minutes later Harry found the office; he greeted the secretary and entered the grand office.
"Ah Mr Potter our shining star, please sit down." Harry did as instructed noticing a dark man sitting stiffly next to him.
"Mr Potter, I've called you here today because this man Mr Severus Snape from a private school would like to have an audience with you." Harry nodded turned his head to see the man. He had pale yellow sallow skin; his hair had a shiny greasy look that fell like water and a large hooked nose his eyes where dark and menacing. The man's eyes looked at Harry and noticed a great scowl. Then his eyes trailed upwards towards Harry's bright green eyes, the man gulped and looked away.
"I would like to speak with Mr Potter Alone." Snape said in a low hushed town. His words where drawled and pronounced stopping every so often to let the pauses speak for themselves.
"Alright then, I'll see you later Mr Potter." The headmaster said smiling. Harry noticed there was something odd going on as the headmaster left. He wouldn't do things like that, not at all. The man was very suspicious by nature so why would he leave him alone with Snape?
"Mr Potter," Snape said to Harry drawing him out of his musings.
"Yes sir?" Harry queried. "I have reviewed your letter asking about our world, where you not told as a child, I though you the son of James Potter would have been at home being pampered by your relatives?" Harry sneered at the man in anger.
"Yes, in the mornings I would get out of my magnificent bedroom, you know the large cupboard under the stairs with my spider guests, and I would clean up after my lazy cousin and only then was I allowed an extravagant meal of leftovers." Harry said coldly. The man just stared blankly at Harry.
"What do you mean cupboard Albus assured me you would have a mansion full of servants." Harry laughed humourlessly. Snape froze at the cruel laughter.
"Yes, as I was the servant, why wouldn't I be? I was a freak of nature Mr Snape, they made sure to tell me every day what a waste of space I was and not only that that I was a freak and should have died with my drunken father and whore of a mother." Snape flinched when he noticed Harry's green eyes they had something hidden in them something horrible.
"Albus you said? As in Albus Dumbledore? Did the headmaster of the school I may not be attending put me with those vermin?" Harry asked harshly.
"Yes," Snape said tonelessly.
"I don't think I'll be going then. I don't want to go to a school with a man who puts children with abusive people and gets away with it. I can just imagine what sort of school he has, it must be horrible." Harry said snidely. Why wouldn't he? He had to be with those people for five years and endure their horrible abuse.
"You must go, where else would you learn magic?" Snape asked heatedly. Harry snorted. "Another school perhaps a place where I would be respected I don't want to be near that man." Harry crossed his arms across his chest and gazed at Snape irately.
"Child there is no other schools in Britain." Snape answered.
"Well then I guess I won't learn magic. Don't need to anyways. I have won myself numerous scholarships to go to many elite non-magical schools, magic would be great and all if it is real but it won't matter if such a man is there." The man stared at Harry with a slight forlorn look but quickly changed it into his stoic mask.
"It would be for the best if you attend the school for at least a year so you can understand the Wizarding world then you'll be able to understand it. Maybe even hire a tutor." Snape said.
Harry shifted in his seat.
"Alright Snape, I'll do it for just this year, I need you to show me that is real and also to tell me what really happened to my parents." After numerous demonstrations of magic and the real reason for Harry's parent's deaths Harry decided something he needed two things; a solicitor, and a tutor.
Harry knew that those people will try to eat him alive, the wizarding world discarded him and now they want him back, Harry knew he needed legal protection, he needed someone who would make sure his image wasn't slandered across their media and needed a tutor to learn about their ways and defence against those people, as they say, 'When in Rome do as the Romans do.' and that is what Harry would do.
"Mr Snape, if possible may we go to buy my school supplies, I also need two professionals to help me integrate into the wizarding world. If you make it possible for me to do so I will attend your school." Snape scowled at the boy, Harry Potter was no Gryffindor, he was a Slytherin, and the boy played his abused orphan card and could easily manipulate people if he wanted to. Snape had fallen for it but if he didn't do as the boy said he would ruin Albus Dumbledore. Harry Potter had all the cards in his hands.
"Please get ready I'll be waiting for you." Snape said tersely. Harry nodded and walked away with a smirk.
:Kadru, I will be going to a magical school would you like to come with me?: The snake slithered from its hot rock. :Yes hatchling, I have to watch out for you.: Harry smiled and put his hand inside the tank as the snake slithered up his arm and curled on his arm.
"I'm ready Mr Snape." Harry said Snape nodded. "Since you will be attending Hogwarts this year you shall address me as Professor Snape, I teach potions and I'm the head of the Slytherin house." Snape informed Harry.
"Yes professor Snape." Harry said cordially. "Take my arm Mr Potter we shall be apparating to the Leaky Cauldron." Harry took Snape's robed arm Harry's eyes widen when he felt a tugging sensation in the middle of his stomach, Harry felt Kadru tighten her body around his left arm and a lurching sensation took over his body as he landed like a cat in the hardwood floors of the Leaky Cauldron.
"Don't need to make a spectacle of yourself boy." Snape barked sharply as Harry picked himself up from the floor and walked behind Snape. Scowling Harry looked around as Harry covered his forehead with his bangs.
"We are first going to Gringotts, it's a bank." Severus informed Harry curtly. Harry nodded walking beside the potions professor. Harry's eyes looked at the slanted columns of Gringotts as he entered through the large golden covered glass doors. The two stood in queue, Harry looked around the bank and noticed the short menacing creatures, one of them barred its teeth at Harry tilting his head upwards Harry turned his head and stared ahead until they reached the counter.
"Name and inquiry," The creature in the counter said. "Severus Snape from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, here for Mr Harry Potter's money withdraw for school supply." Severus said to the creature.
"I'm goblin Goordruc, Mr Potter we have been waiting for you. I need the key first." The goblin Goordruc said.
Snape ruffled through his robe pockets and fished out a small golden key as he handed it to the goblin. "Griphook take Mr Potter and Snape to his vault." Goordruc said to the other goblin that appeared from the backdoors of the counters.
"Come Mr Potter," Griphook said to Harry as he motioned to the wizards to follow. They arrived in a cart that reminded Harry of gold wagons used fort mining, the wheels moved automatically as they sped up like a muggle roller-coaster ride until the cart jerked violently at its stop. The large vault door with the numbers 687, the vault had heaps of gold, silver and bronze coins taller than Harry himself.
"Wow, is this all mine?" Harry asked the goblin. "Yes Mr Potter, this is the Potter family vault, but it will only show a certain amount until your fifteen, the current amount shown here is 1/100th of the original vault of the Potters, your original amount before it started collecting dust for eleven years was 50,000 galleons, 67 sickles, and 87 knuts. Your father put that money so you could use through your childhood and school but since none of it has been used it has gained interests over eleven years so you currently have around 100,204 galleons. This includes the knuts and sickles rounded up." The goblin said smugly.
"Wow, I wasn't aware I had money. Does my family invest in companies?" Harry asked the goblin.
"Why yes Mr Potter that is how the Potters have such a hefty amount of wealth, they also lend businesses money and get the money back with interest."
"Is there portfolio of the businesses and money being made and squandered? I was wondering can we also invest in muggle companies. Can I set up new businesses?" Harry asked periodically, getting excited about new prospects. The goblin smiled wickedly.
"I see you're much like your grandfather. He also had a good eye for money making ideas, I'm sure the Potter's will be on top of the wizarding wealth in your hands once more." Harry tilted his head in puzzlement.
"What do you mean sir?" Harry queried.
"Well your father, was a very giving man he gave money to many organizations. The Order of the Phoenix the most, squandering ¼ of the Potter fortune, making the Potters the 11th richest Wizarding family in Britain." Harry heard Snape snort.
"How horrible, poor Potter." Severus said sarcastically Harry snarled at the man.
"Don't worry Griphook; the Potters will reign supreme when I'm done." Harry said, after all Harry went to Oxford, he took finance classes and he sure as hell wouldn't some poor sucker.
After looking around the vault Harry asked for an endless money bag which would only work for Harry even if Harry lost it, it would return to him within minutes if he called to it. They rode the carts back to the surface as Harry notice Snape tacking his key back.
"I need my key Snape, I trust no one with my possessions." Harry said curtly.
"I care not Potter, the headmaster has asked me to give it back to him." Snarling Harry marched to Griphook.
"How many keys are there and who has them?" Harry asked. The goblins head snapped up as He went to one of the offices with Harry trailing behind.
"Let's see here… Albus Dumbledore is the holder of your key, he also has your father's cloak, and it's a Potter heirloom you better get it back its one of a kind that invisibility cloak has never stopped working."
"I would like a roster of the businesses my family has invested to, a list of items in my families vault, the properties I own and the key to no longer work for anyone but me, even if they were to steal it. I have to be there present or I have to give you instructions stating otherwise, I also would like to have monetary statements about my vaults, if that man had my key he could of taken money for whatever. I also would like to see my parents will." The goblin nodded and started to browse his office taking large old leather book, thick envelopes and riffling through cabinets as he took stack after stack of books, parchments and folders.
"This book here tells you the amounts money withdrawn and input from any year you wish; just say the year or date and it will show up with the individuals' name."
Taking out another folder He pushed it close to Harry. "This folder tells you about all the business your family had invested over the years, and if you no longer wish to invest in a company all you'll have to do is cross the company out the investment will stop within a week and a letter will be sent from Gringotts to that company. If you desire to invest in a company you put their name, Gringotts will sent an inquiry letter and from there I can help you. About muggle investment you would be the only wizard to do so, but don't be discourage, money is money to us goblins and if this works your fortune will be vast." Another folder was handed to Harry.
"This are the loans, all of them have been paid so no need to worry about that." Harry smiled.
"Is there a book about wizarding investment, I know the muggle protocol but not the wizarding one." Harry said the goblin handed Harry a stack of books. These are used by goblins and if you'd like we can tell you which businesses are the best to invest in. just ask the Goblin's Business Almanac it will tell you." Harry nodded once more as he flipped through the books.
"About the key, it will no longer work for the holder, I need a drop of your blood to create the new key and I will send a port key when it's ready Mr Potter." The goblin said Harry nodded the man took out a small piece of gold and a ritual knife out. Harry pricked his finger and let his blood pooled at the tip of his thumb.
"Alright Mr Potter just let the blood drop into this piece of gold." Harry did as instructed as he noticed the gold change into a like orange colour. Griphook took out a large leather suit case as he put all the books and folders inside it.
"This suit case will hold all your information; it's magically enhanced to fit up to 100 books and folders and is charmed to stay light weight." Harry smiled as he took the suit case.
"Thank you Griphook you have been most helpful." Bowing to one another Harry walked out to the lobby of Gringotts as he noticed a very angry Severus Snape.
"Stupid boy, do you think I have all the time in the world to wait around for you?" Snape snarled at Harry.
"No I don't, and I no longer need your assistance, I'll buy my supplies alone and get the people I need alone." Snape scowled at Harry, his dark eyes menacing just like his height.
"Well then how will you get back boy?"
"A taxi of course." Harry said with cheekily grin. Snape took Harry from his shoulder in a painful grip as he steered him out of the bank.
"Don't touch me I hate it when people touch me." Harry hissed. Snape snarled at Harry.
"You will be going back to those relatives of yours you hear me Potter; I don't care if they beat you senseless." Harry glared at Snape. "I don't have to do what you tell me to, I don't have to do what your headmaster tells me to, I can do whatever the hell I bloody want." Harry said in a fit of anger, his green eyes flickered to a gold colour as he pushed Snape back with unseen force, Snape felt his right ribcage shatter where Harry pushed him as the man felt into the ground gasping for air.
"Listen here Severus Snape, you and your bloody headmaster will get this straight. I will not be part of your bloody games and if you try to make me I will destroy you." Harry snarled at the man on the ground. The passer biers stopped in their tracks as they felt the violent magic coming from the small child with blazing green eyes.
Silver eyes connected with green for a mere moment. Harry looked away and walked away from the whispering crowd of witches and wizards. Harry straightened his tie from his dark blue uniform as he walked towards the wand shop first.
"Harry Potter I've been expecting you." The man said eerily. Harry's head snapped as he noticed the old man with wild white hair and a pin stripe suit.
"Who are you?" Harry asked. "Garrick Ollivander, from Ollivander's Wands and Supply. Let's see here which is your wand arm?"
"Right," Harry responded. Ollivander nodded as he measured Harry's arm. After an array of wands Harry found his destined wand.
"Holly and Phoenix feather core 11 inches exact, but is quite curious that you were destined for this wand Mr Potter." Ollivander said mysteriously.
"And why is that?" The man smiled again.
"Why it's the brother's wand that gave you that exact same scar Mr Potter." Harry's face was stony for a second but shrugged it off.
Walking away Harry felt a presence, he felt like someone was staring at him.
"Come out, I don't have time to play games." Harry growled.
"Why Mr Potter, excuse me I didn't know how to introduce myself to such a grand celebrity as you. I'm Lucius Malfoy, pleasure." The aristocratic man known as Lucius Malfoy extended his hand in a calm gesture as his mercury eyes moved all over Harry's body, his white blond hair and alabaster skin made him look all the more intimidating with amazing masculinity and beauty. But there was something about those silver spear eyes that wanted to eat the world.
Harry calmly took Lucius' gloved hand; said man sensually rubbed his fingers upon Harry's knuckles. Blood rushed to Harry's pale cheeks making him blush in embarrassment as Harry hastily removed his hand from the man's grasp.
Lucius' lips stretched into a thin smile as his eyes flashed momentarily with a brief emotion. Harry made himself stand still to not flinch at the man's reaction.
"Excuse me but I must go." Harry said swiftly as he turned away to another shop.
After two hours of shopping Harry had gathered vast amount of books, brochures, and an owl which he named Hedwig, clothing and other personal articles a trunk which held all his school supplies and names of solicitors and tutors so he could send letters to.
As soon as Harry was out of the Leakey Cauldron he took out his wand when a large bus appeared out of nowhere.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, where do you want to go?" The man with a roundish hat said.
"Oxford Academy, Sandy Lane, West Littlemore, Oxford please." The man nodded
"Yeh 'ear that Ernie? The name's Stan and that'll be ten Sickles and four Knuts and what's ye' name kid?" Ernie asked Harry.
"Wallace,"
As soon as Harry got in the bus he sat down and grabbed his bags, the bus moved swiftly like water between the cars and other vehicles around the road as it drove speedily towards Harry's chosen destination.