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The eight year old Harry Potter walked out of the supermarket struggling with several bags of groceries and contemplating what to do with the change. He was supposed to return it to his aunt but she never checked and Harry felt that if he was forced to do the shopping for food he would see almost none of he may as well have some reward.
Of course upon being given any amount of money most children would run to the nearest source of sweets however Harry preferred to roam old stores in search of curious artifacts he could claim as his own as they were not only interesting but they were also less likely to get him punished if found than sweets or saved money.
But where should he go? After all he had repeatedly searched most of the stores he knew about for anything he might want and the ones he hadn't all contained things so valuable that an eight year old would not be allowed in the same country as them if it was at all possible.
Wandering the streets he was suddenly broken from his musings by the sight of a decrepit shop on the corner of the road. In hopes of finding an interesting trinket despite the dismal exterior Harry walked up to the peeling door and pushed it open wincing at the loud creak the door made.
The inside of the shop did little to improve Harry's opinion of the shop. The room he walked into was dark with the only light being the little that made it through the grimy windows, shabby tables buckled under the weight of mountains of broken objects and an old crone stood behind a cracked table with an ancient till on top.
Harry's hopes were falling rapidly but he decided to take a look round anyway. He went through several tables sifting through the piles of junk without success until he reached the very back of the store. There lying at the edge of a table that somehow looked worse than the others was a simple circular stone pendant on a black cord. Harry dropped the heavy bags and grabbed the plain stone, attracted to it for a reason he could not explain.
Harry shyly took the pendant up to the old woman and asked. "How much for this ma'am?" Looking even younger than he was in his uncertainty.
The old woman peered at the amulet held within the boys hand before exclaiming in a feeble voice. "Ah that rock is the bane of my existence. I acquired it shortly after I opened the shop and have been unable to get rid of the thing, it seems determined to disprove the saying that one man's trash is another man's treasure. You can have it for free I am just glad to be getting rid of it."
"Oh no I couldn't do that! Here take this." Harry said before handing over all of the change from the shopping and leaving the store.
When out of the store he lifted the amulet and placed it round his neck. As the stone settled Harry gasped as an image flashed through his head and an energy flowed through his body leaving a feeling of 'ability'.
Clutching onto the feeling Harry concentrated before disappearing silently leaving behind nothing apart from some money and a few shopping bags not noticing that the amulet became slightly shiny or the faint designs that appeared on it.
Yes I did do my disclaimer in binary. Why? Cause I wanted to. And I found a translator online.
Dedicated to Shangirl. Hmm I wonder if I should do that in binary...
Yes the amulet is important but the shop is just a shop.
No the name has nothing to do with the ability to speak with snakes.