A Modern Yankee in the Wizarding World!

By: Crolynx

Disclaimer: I in no way own Harry Potter or any other trademarked, copyrighted or other wise owned series I may mention in this story. I'm doing this of my own need to release some creative energy and for no profit whatsoever. Please enjoy. Also, only constructive criticism please. Flames are the reason I pulled my last story about HP and it was much better in my opinion.

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Thoughts

Emphasized

Normal

Telepathy

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Chapter 2

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"OOF!!" Damn that hurts like hell! Wonder how I'm going to purchase a wand. Maybe Merlin set me up with a vault or bank account. Thought Drew as he dusted himself off and looked around. Well I couldn't have landed in a less inconspicuous spot could I? NO…It just had to be dead center of the alley didn' it. Oh well better get this over with.

Drew then started to look around and try to get his bearings on where Ollivanders was. After a few minutes he noticed it a small ways down the street from him. He also noticed that he was being stared at by most of the people in the alley.

"What you've never seen a person get dropped into the center of a road before?" Asked the irritated boy.

"No, we're just not used to seeing someone dressed in muggle clothing get dropped in the center of our street." Said a feminine voice from behind him. "What are you doing here anyways? I've never seen you around here before."

"Names Drew. I just got here today…" He trailed off as he turned and finally saw the girl before him. She was 5'6" tall, short brown-red hair, and the nicest gray eyes he'd ever seen. "…and I could really use a guide."

The girl gave a lilting laugh at the antics of the boy in front of her. "Well Drew, my name is Mia, and it would be a pleasure to give you a hand with the alley. But, I must ask, are you usually this smooth with your pick-up lines?"

"Naw, normally I make a complete ass o' myself. I'm only this good when put on the spot." He said while smirking at her in a very 'cat-that-ate-the-canary' way. "My turn for a question. Do ya normally pick-up perfectly good strangers and offer to help them when ya know nothing about them?"

"Honestly?" She asks as he nods yes. "No. In fact, if I hadn't seen you in a vision a long time ago I wouldn't have even stopped to watch you. But, I have a feeling that I need to help you, so I will."

"And that's it no 'I feel connected,' no 'I think it's gonna be good for me in the future'?"

"Yep!" She exclaimed while nodding like a school girl.

"Wow! That's not anything I ever expected." He said. "Well, I know I'm going to be going to Hogwarts while I'm here. Any chance you would be able ta help me out with finding Ollivanders? I gotta get a wand."

"Sure it's right this way." She exclaimed while grabbing his hand and starting towards the shop. "Why do you need a wand though? You're old enough you should have had it by now, especially if you're going to Hogwarts at your age." She asked while looking over her shoulder at him.

"It's 'cuase I'm not from England. I'm from the U.S."

"The U.S.? What's that?" she asked while looking puzzled.

"The United States of America. Y'know, the colonies that England lost over 200 years ago across the Atlantic Ocean?"

"Oh…that's where you're from? That's brilliant! I've never met a Yank before!" Said Mia with a scary look on her face.

Luckily for Drew they entered Ollivanders before she could stop, and start asking all about what 'Yanks' do for fun.

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"Well, well. I've been expecting you sir. Our mutual acquaintance said you would be by today. Now please sit down on the stool so I may take your measurements. Which arm is your wand arm?" Asked the most entertaining wand maker of Diagon Ally.

"I'm right handed Mr. Ollivander." Said Drew.

"Well then lets get started, shall we?" Mr. Ollivander asked as he moved about the shop. "Try this one. Holly 10 ½ inches and dragon heart strings."

As Drew grabbed the wand the tip shot a jet of pure flame.

"No, definitely not!" exclaimed Ollivander as he grabbed the wand and put out the flames on the shelves.

Ollivander proceeded to try almost his whole stock over the next two and a half hours. Finally he pulled out a dusty old box from the bottom of the front most shelves in the shop.

"Try this one. Ebony shaft, Blood wood handle, 6 ½ inches, dragon whisker core. One of my early attempts at a stealthier wand, for those muggleborns who wish to carry a less noticeable wand." Said Ollivander with a glimmer in his eyes.

The wand nearly poured sparks of silver and blue from the tip as Drew grasped it and waved it around.

"Very good young sir. A most beneficial wand for one tasked with the job you have been. Please, take care to use your abilities to better this world. It would be a shame for you to go astray." Stated Ollivander most seriously. "Also, as you know your fee has been paid. But, I was asked to give you this as well. You must tap it with your wand to be able to see the message as it's for you and you alone."

With those words Ollivander handed the piece of parchment to Drew and led him to the door. "Please come back sometime and tell me how your wand is treating you."

"Yeah, sure." Muttered Drew as he walked distractedly from the shop with the parchment Ollivander had given him.

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Outside the shop Drew stopped to read the note: Drew, I have spoken to the goblins at Gringotts, they have your vault prepared and waiting. Please see Gnarltooth for your key, and to get your finances started. Best regards, M.

Drew looked up at the street looking for the building that reminded him of The Daily Bugle from his Spider-Man comics back home. He was so preoccupied looking for it he didn't even realize that Mia had taken the note from his hand and was reading it over with a confused look on her face.

"Who's M, Drew?" Mia asked while cocking her head cutely to the left.

"Oh, no one in particular. Just the bastard who got me into this mess without telling me what he wanted me to do to help some kid here." Drew answered while trying to keep from giving away too much about his mission. "Anyways, it says to talk to Gnarltooth, guess we should go find 'im."

With that he took off down the alley, in what he thought was the right direction, only for Mia to grab his arm and pull him the opposite direction.

"It's this way silly!" Laughed Mia.

She led him into the bank that looked a lot like a dusty old library, with lots of little, strange people sitting at high desks filling out paperwork.

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As Mia led him to a side desk and asked to see Gnarltooth, Drew was scoping out the entrances and exits to the building. He was also looking to see if he could identify anyone that would be included in his mission. Namely, one Harry Potter or his friends. It took him a few seconds to realize that Mia was talking to him and looking rather irritated.

"Hi, welcome back." Mia said when she realized she had his attention again. "As I said before, Hookjaw, this is Drew and he has an appointment with Gnarltooth."

"May I see the note that confirms this?" Hookjaw asked with a toothy snarl of the human before him.

"Oh…sorry, I didn't mean to zone out there Mr. Hookjaw. I was just looking for someone I thought I knew." Said Drew sheepishly as he handed Hookjaw the note.

To say that Hookjaw was surprised would be an understatement. He almost fell out of his chair at being addressed with a 'Mr.' in front of his name, let alone the apology that the wizard before him had given. It was most rare to find a human that would show such respect to another species. Although, as he read the note and ran a diagnostic charm over it he realized why the boy would have done so. Especially if M. was involved.

"Quite alright young human, it is forgivable for someone to be slightly distracted in a new place. Now if you would follow me I will lead you to Gnarltooth." And with that the goblin jumped from his chair and led him through a side door and into a hallway with many doors on either side.

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Gnarltooth was 'long in the tooth' as some would say. He was an older more distinguished looking goblin, the signs of past fights showing in scars on his hands and face.

"Welcome, welcome. Please sit. We have much to discuss." intoned Gnarltooth from behind his desk. "I see you have made it to Ollivanders. Good, good. Now there are several things that must be covered immediately. First here is your vault key and statement for current contents. Please make sure that everything is in order."

As Drew scanned the listing he was rather surprised to note that not only had Merlin placed almost 120,000 galleons into the vault, but that his belongings he'd requested were there as well.

"Now, seeing as Mr. M as he prefers to be called has set you up with almost everything it is my job to ask if you would like us to make any arrangements for your funds." stated Gnarltooth.

"Like what?" asked a very confused new wizard.

"Like investing in any of the wizarding world business enterprises, or the muggle worlds for that matter. Would you like to give anyone else access, etc, etc."

"Um…sure invest in something called Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, and several muggle technology corporations as well." said Drew while continuing to look over his finances. "Is there any way to set up a place for me to stay more permanently than a hotel? Or maybe I could find a nice cheap house or something?"

"We have several places up for sale, mostly in muggle neighborhoods though. That will not be a problem, will it?" queried Gnarltooth.

"No!" Drew almost shouted. "No. That'll be just fine. In fact the less magical the better. I'm very much a muggleborn you see, so I would like to be in a setting I know best."

"Completely understandable." said Gnarltooth grinning toothily at the young human in front of him. "Now would you care to see your vault?"

"Sure. I need to get some of my stuff out of there anyways."

"Right this way then young one." The goblin said as he made his way to the door, and over to what appeared to be a mine cart.

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Several harrowing minutes and an upset stomach later. We find Drew standing in front of a large stone door with a keyhole in it, trying to recover his breath and his composure.

"Key please." Grinned the goblin.

Drew was not expecting what he saw that was for sure in the center of the room was a good sized stack of gold silver and copper. To be honest Drew had no idea exactly how much each coin was worth, he just knew it was a lot. And off to one side he saw what he really wanted to get at his books, computer, sword and gun. All sitting neatly waiting for someone to pick up and use, or in the computers case connect and then use.

The first thing that Drew did was check the gun and sword to make sure they were in working order. The sword was a katana with a ivory handle whose but end was carved in the likeness of a roaring dragon, with shark skin wrapping for the grip, and a plain tsuba before leading to a blade that had been forged and folded to a razors edge. He smiled as he pulled the gleaming blade from the sheath while making sure to slightly cut his finger on the edge. After inspecting and making sure the blade was cleaned and prepared for if he needed it he returned it to its sheath. The inspection was repeated for his revolver as well. Making sure all the parts were clean well oiled and moving as they should he placed the gun back into its holster. He was sorely tempted to strap the 2 weapons on right then and there, but he didn't want to accidently scare the crap outta some local idiot.

As he was looking through his belongings he realized that he had no real way to transport his belongings. As that thought struck him he remembered, My D&D books of course!! I'm in a magical world! If I show Gnarltooth a item and the description maybe he could help me find it's equivalent! I would kill for a Handy-Haver's Sack or Type IV Bag of Holding. I would almost never run outta room for my stuff I need either. And with that he set off digging through his books looking for the one that had the list of items he wanted to get. Aha!! Here we go! The DM's guide my complete list for items that'll make my day!

"Gnarltooth, do you think that anyone makes anything similar to this?" Drew asked as he pointed at the Handy-Haver's sacks description.

"I do believe that we have something similar but it is rather expensive." Stated the goblin.

"How much, and how long to get one?"

"Probably close to 6000 galleons, and maybe more depending on the speed required for you to receive it."

"I'm willing to spend up to 8,000 for one. Can you find it for me? I will of course give you a commission of…say…120 galleons?"

"Make it 250." Stated the goblin with a gready twinkle in his eye.

"200." Drew counter offered.

"Done!" Said Gnarltooth.

"Well, I have everything I'm going to need, for now at least. Now I need to find a place to stay." Said Drew while grabbing several large handfuls of money and his back pack from there respective piles. "Shall we head back and look at the places up for sale?" He asked as he followed the goblin back to the mine cart.

I hope Mia hasn't left. I'd really hate to be stuck in wizarding London with no guide around. Thought the new wizard as he thought of how much time he must have spent looking through his vault.

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End Chapter 2

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So, please read and review. I would enjoy some constructive criticism(such as KazumaRokubi's), and please remember flames were why my last story was pulled. If you have a problem please don't flame and not tell me what would help me to improve this endeavor.

Thanks and Ja ne,

Crolynx ;p