Whilst this was happening Harry's days had been filled with training, practising and studying. It seemed like Brom wanted an endless list, known only to himself, to be finished before he took his trials. He still hadn't finished the book about the magical races, he was up to the chapter on veela and he just couldn't stop looking at the picture 'damn, they're so pretty' and just like that he would stop reading and start day dreaming about future chances, a conquest he would hope to undertake like most wizards, however were they failed he would conquer the, ultimate conquest, or it was that in his eyes anyway. Bagging a veela, oh how wizards everywhere would weep when they found out he got a veela, not only a veela but an older one, at 11 years old to boot. But nay that is just a day dream, he hoped not, but it most likely was. Till he was older at least.
Harry had realised it would be a long time before he walked the ancient halls of potter manor once more. He therefore set Lozly the job of tending his animal companions, keeping his mail up to date and sending off replies to countless party invitations, rejecting all but the most important and influential. He also sent Lozly with request for a meeting with both Lord Delacour of France and Lord Fitzgerald of Scotland, to meet him 2 days before he took his trials, that would enable them to tell him what they needed to and still give him time to get ready. He knew it would cut into his studying time but Brom was working him to the bone and he was getting fed up of doing the same thing day after day.
The day Harry was to meet with the influential lords, he woke early and like he did everyday on his new routine, started his morning exercises before breakfast. After-which he set himself to get ready. He decided on a nice 3 piece suit that he had Lozly buy him for such occasions. They were a steel grey colour, with an embroidered Potter crest on the left breast pocket. With this he also wore a black traveling cape, able to hide back up weapons Brom had decided he needed to take everywhere with him.
These included 3 short knifes easily concealed on his person, one in his boot, once on his left thigh and another strapped on his arm. He also had a specially made katana which fit perfectly to his side, making it almost impossible to identify any weapon on his hip at all. Lastly Brom had specially ordered him a muggle gun. Although he didn't know any of the specifics of the gun or any other for that matter, he still hadn't had much practice with it but it was his last option if he was stuck in a sticky situation. Just like he hoped to be with the veela but that was in a whole different way.
He quickly set off, on his way through Knockturn alley, passing the filth that usually inhabited the alley keeping out unwanted…visitors that would otherwise, trespass on the area and take away that which made the alley renowned with the darker circles of magical society. As he came to the junction that would let him pass onto the main stretch of Diagon alley, he noticed an unusually large crowd, for that time of morning. He pushed himself towards the front knocking passed others and not sparing a glance to see if they were ok. After all they shouldn't be in his way he was special after all.
Ah the mind of a unloved 11 year old who had just learnt he could do special things, tis such a cruel thing. But oh well back to the story…
As he got to the front, he quickly sequestered himself behind a rag tag family, in threadbare clothing and so much ginger hair you would of thought there was a new trend coming to the British wizarding populace, just imagine a sea of people all with red curls upon their brow.
At the front was a large stage, upon which; a blading, fat man stood with a role of parchment calling of details of the so called merchandise he was selling. Harry quickly noticed the cage set off behind the cage filled with some of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. His blood boiled, how the wizarding populace dared to allow the selling of other sentient magical species. How dare they treat them as if they were but cattle that were tended to, till the meat was ready. He would not allow such an atrocity to continue 'or by god as my witness I am not Harry James Potter' he thought to himself fiercely.
He stormed the stage taking the ogling crowd by surprise and infuriating the auctioneer.
"ok you bunch of bumbling interbred fuck wits, listen and listen good because I will not say this again. HOW DARE YOU ALLOW THIS TO CONTINUE! These veela are people too. Yes they may have special abilities but that is not of the point. What would you do if your child was able to control a rare ability, would you sling them into a cage. Ready to be sold off to the highest bidder with the most money. Just like you have done to these beautiful women. Because that is what they are, women. They are not cattle, nor a unintelligent race of magical creatures. How can we move forward when our counterparts in the muggle world realised the mistakes in the selling and trading of people hundreds of years ago and we still continue as if its an everyday occurrence"
"Shut up you little shit, I want me one of them whores to do with as I please. If you're lucky I might keep her till you're older and give her to you after I'm done. Probably not they will stay healthy and fresh for a good long time"
Cheering came from those behind the man that shouted out, although a mix of outrage also followed his statement.
"see this is my proof, you could not get a girl as beautiful as these ladies. so you would buy them as a slave to do your every bidding under the penalty of pain for not complying. How do you not see what you just said is wrong. Therefore anyone wishing to buy these ladies will have to go through me in a one on one duel, if I beat everyone who wishes to buy them, I get them and the slave control ring for free. Shut up you lowly peace of shit" he shot at the auctioneer before he could speak. "once I get said ring and ladies, I shall set them free and if any auctions such as this or held here again I shall burn, whoevers holding the auction, house to the ground to show that this is unacceptable.
Snickering could be heard from the crowd as adult wizards saw an underage 11 year old tell them he would duel and beat them for the honour of them little hussies as many mothers in the crowd would tell their children as well as many stories of how they would steal little girls husbands in the future and so this would stop that, they saw it as a means to justify the end results.
Many people lined up to duel the boy and so Harry fought endlessly for 5 hours non-stop, depleting his magical reserves drastically, but ensuring the dignity of the veela would remain intact. He continued on with that thought on his mind. He beat man after man, woman after woman, lowlife after lowlife and yet the line didn't seem to move. He realised he had missed his appointment with the good lords Delacour and Fitzgerald, but he knew they would understand his reasoning. After all Lord Delacours mother is a full blooded veela matriarch.
Harry eventually duelled everyone, he hardly had any competition and he realised it was thanks to the curriculum the ministry of magic and Hogwarts would have had him do if not for him finding Brom. He took his right of conquest as he said he would from the auctioneer who was very reluctant to allow him even though said auctioneer had fought him more than twice to try and get a shot with the veela.
It was getting on 9 o'clock in the evening by the time Harry had all the veela unbound and their slave trackers destroyed, after which he destroyed the control ring (if he did it the other way round there could have been serious consequences for the veela ) he kept the veela near him as he walked them through the alley stopping to get some simple clothing to cover the women's modesty, well mostly women scattered here and there where a variety of little girls who also needed clothing. He then went to a restaurant and got them their first decent meal in weeks after spending most of the time in a cage, the veela obviously didn't get out very often.
Harry in the end had to be fairly forceful with the veela, as otherwise they would not accept his help after he had just saved them from life as a slave to such horrible pigs as many of the little ones would say. They eventually worked out a deal. They allow him to help them as much as was in his power to do so, and they would help him get in contact with the veela high queen once they got back to their own countries. Not only that, he was also made to accept a life debt with each of them. This allowed them the chance to personally help him if he ever needed them.
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Harry got back to Brom's shop early in the morning, after seeing the newly freed veela to the international floo deport station and watched them leave in groups, to their different homeland destinations. Harry quickly highlighted his day and what had happened before he tried sneaking to bed. Brom however wasn't going to allow him to ruin his routine because he was tired. Harry eventually got to bed just after 6 that evening and he slept through till his alarm woke him in the morning for his exercise and training.
Harry had just received the morning post whilst eating his breakfast when an owl, flew in with a larger than usual daily profit tied to its leg. He paid and unwrapped his paper before the haughty looking tawny owl left. He opened the profit, to find upon its first page a blown up version of him from one of the photos he had been forced to be in with the caption above;
The Potter heir, Lost and Alone, Not going to Hogwarts
He started laughing to himself realising his birth parents would be tearing their hair out once they read the news, little did he know they were the ones who took it to the daily prophet in the first place.
Throughout the day a smile was plastered in his face, his thoughts constantly drifting towards the looks that would have been on his birth parents faces when they found out he wasn't going Hogwarts and not only that, that he most likely wouldn't return home either. As well as that good news he had received letters from both Lord Delacour and Lord Fitzgerald, both had heard of his daily exploits they day before and the reason he could not meet them. They both asked if he would be able to meet them in a few weeks' time however he was unsure on the answer, due to the rules at Medri-Mekai academy of the arcane arts.
