Here's chapter three, ahead of schedule I might add. I hope you guys can bear with me for one more chapter. I was going to finish up Diagon Alley this chapter but then when I went and reread what I'd written, it just didn't make any sense. It would create a gap between two sections that would only be proper between chapters, hence the two chapters rather than one.
In the start of this chapter a seed is planted in Harry's mind, this seed will lead him to a very special artifact in next chapter. (Oh BTW, I'm taking suggestions as to what the artifact should look like. If you've an image please email it to me at the address below.
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"I don't need your help!" A cold voice cut through the air like a blade as a cloaked figure limped towards a table filled with medical instruments. Pulling out a syringe the figure injected the contents into his arm before giving a sigh of relief.
"Forgive me my lord, I only sought to ensure your well being." A young woman wearing a silver dress spoke softly keeping her eyes on the floor until a pale hand cupped her chin forcing it up.
"I understand my dear. You have stood with me for as long as I can remember, you have always been my best advisor, as well as my closest friend, but some days, I wonder if this is all worth it. I fear that the galaxy will be lost even if we succeed." The strange figure removed his hood to reveal an elf-like face with electric blue eyes and sleeked back brown hair.
"You worry too much. With the Forge at our disposal their is no way we could possibly fail, not to mention your own great power." The young woman gave a soft smile as her companion shook his head.
"Arana, you have stood by me for years, never complaining, never hesitating, and always comforting me when there has been need to, I wish to repay the favor and give you the one thing I've always denied." His strong arms slipped around her waist and pulled her tightly to him before he planted a soft kiss on her lips. Pulling back he smiled at her shocked face.
"Thank you master." Her breath hitched when his left hand gently cupped her ass.
"Don't thank me yet, you don't realize what you've gotten into." A soft smile played on his lips as the girl squirmed slightly in his grasp.
"I'm not too worried about that, whatever my lord wants, he shall recieve, after all, who am I to deny the great Darth Revan?"
LEAKY CAULDRON: ROOM 11
"What in hell's bathroom was that?" Harry rubbed his eyes to clear the sleep from them as he thought back to the dream. In honesty though, it was more of a vsion.
"Revan, Darth Revan, for some reason that name strikes a chord. But where have I heard if before? I wonder if anyone at Gringotts would know, guess I'll have to stop by before I get down to my shopping." Walking into the adjacent bathroom Harry took a quick shower before slipping into his freshly washed clothes courtesy of the servants.
"House elfs, I believe is what Tom called them." Shaking his head to stop himself from speaking his thoughts aloud Harry strode down into the lobby before taking a seat at the bar.
"Morning Lord Black, what can I getcha?" Harry met the man's cheery smile with a blank expression.
"Ham omlet and a strawberry smoothie." Nodding the man slipped away to the kitchen. Turning around Harry let his eyes wander throughout the room. He shot a frown towards the door as it opened to admit a rather large man who seemed to be excorting a bushy haired girl. Something about the girl rubbed him the wrong way so he quickly turned his back to the newcomers.
"Here you go my lord." Nodding towards the man Harry handed over two galleons before he began to eat.
"Thanks Tom." Any further attempts the bartender made at conversation were met with silence until the raven haired youth finished eating and stood to leave.
"Have a nice day Lord Black." A curt nod was the only response he received as the young man slipped out into the Alley.
Reaching into one of his coat's many pockets Harry extracted the school list. Looking it over he gave a small shrug before he set off towards Gringotts.
Nodding towards the guards at the door Harry flinched when he noticed that his intended teller station was occupied, with a line. Hissing in annoyance he simply strode up to the counter and walked straight through the invisible gate. A small grin came onto his face when he heard one of the customers getting chewed out for asking about his "special treatment."
"Ahh, good morning my lord, is there anything I can help you with?" Harry turned and poked his head into the doorway the voice had come from and found himself looking at a rather young goblin who seemed to be passing the time playing a game of darts, only instead of darts he was using throwing knives.
"It's rather strange and I'm not too sure if-" He was cut off by a burst of laughter. Frowning at the goblin in front of him he waited for a few minutes before lifting his right eyebrow.
"You start off with "it's rather strange" and then try to stop me from asking? The most exciting thing I ever get to hear about is who found what in what cave. Now spill." Harry felt his lips twitch at the creature's antics before he noticed a sign on the desk in front of him.
"Knarlfist Head of Eccentricities Department" Grinning to himself he shrugged before starting his tale. As he explained about the dream going into depth about the woman and the strange man he frowned when he noticed the confusion in Knarlfist's eyes.
"Revan, the name doesn't ring any bells. Though, to me it sounds like someone, or something is calling you. Hence why the name feels familiar to you, if this, entity, is attempting to call you it would place visions accompinied by strange recollections into your mind. I'd advise extreme caution." Harry stood so fast that he threw the chair a good two feet backwards.
"So your advise is, "Excersise Caution?" Yeah, thanks for that, real original. I wonder why I hadn't thought of it?" Turning on his heel he stormed out of the room with his heels clicking against the marble floor.
Making his way from the bank Harry decided his first stop would be for robes. Pulling out his list he peered down at the section labeled uniform.
Three Sets of Plain Work Robes (Black)
One Plain Pointed Hat (Black) for day wear
One Pair of Protective Gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One Winter Cloak (Black, silver fastenings)
'Honestly, they must be mad. There's no way I'm wearing that. Of course there is the issue of a dress code, but I'm certain that Lord Hogwarts would be willing to bend those rules for me.' Grinning to himself he strode off towards a building proudly displaying a sign "Madame Malkins Robes for all Occasions." Walking through the door his cold emerald eyes focused on a middle-aged woman working with a blonde boy. Glancing around he noticed a rather attractive assistant coming over to him.
"New Hogwarts robes?" The girl's eyes were roaming over his body, much to the amusement of the raven haired youth.
"Was it that obvious?" A low snigger came from the blonde boy while the young lady stammered over her words. Suddenly Harry was very grateful for the fact that he'd torn through the minds of the older kids on Privet Drive. Giving her a half smile he shrugged.
"No need to get all flustered. I'm certain it was just a mistake." Watching the girl carefully he smiled when he noticed how she shifted slightly before hurrying him over onto the stool beside the blonde haired boy.
"What material would you like for your robes and cloak?" Harry smirked coldly when he noticed how husky her voice had become. Shifting his arms he allowed on of his hands to "accidentally" brush againt her thigh as she measured him.
"The finest you have, price is no object." He noticed the small intake of breath from the woman measuring the blonde boy but decided to ignore it.
"That would be acromantula silk. Not only is it extremely light, it is also virtually indestructable, in fact, only dragon hide is stronger. It is also resistant to a large number of spells." Nodding his head absent-mindedly he "stretched" his arms again so he could tease the girl once again. When he noticed her go slightly weak-kneed he decided to shift his attention over to the blonde boy who looked as if he were biting his tounge to keep from speaking.
"You can speak you know, I'm not going to attack you." Harry inwardly smirked at the boy's expression. He only blushed slightly, but on a face that pale, he looked like a tomato.
"Well I would ask if you're going to Hogwarts, but since you've obviously already been maybe I'll start by introducing myself. I'm Draco Malfoy, heir to the Moste Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy." The pride that filled the boy's voice left little doubt in Harry's mind about what type of person he was dealing with, with a dark gleam in his emerald eyes he decided to beat the ponce at his own game.
"A pleasure Draco, I am Lord Harry James Potter-Peverall-Black-Gryffindor-Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw-Slytherin-Emerys-Le Fay-Drakul." The effect was instant, both women froze with wide eyes and the boy looked as if someone had beat him over the head with a bat.
"Lord Slytherin?" It was a barely audible whisper but Harry's sharp ears picked it up. Smirking to himself he gave a bored sigh.
"Among others, though from what the goblins told me, Slytherin is most likely going to be my prefferred name. According to them I am the single wealthiest person in the world, and that's without adding in the fact that I'm the last descendant of Lord Gringot himself." Noticing that both women were still frozen Harry gave a low hiss. "Would the two of you please pick your jaws up off the floor and get back to work?"
The cold harshness of his voice had the desired effect. The speed at which the two seamstresses resumed working made Harry think of a film being played on fast-forward.
"So, Lord Slytherin, you're really only a first year?" Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes before answering.
"Yes Draco, and please, unless the situation requires it, I'd appreciate it if you use my first name." The boy's head nodded so fast Harry held it still with a small burst of power. "A simple "okay" would suffice, no need to give yourself whiplash."
"Sorry, would you mind releasing me? And then maybe explaining the wandless magic?" Given that Harry's arms were currently being measured he simply gave a small twitch of his right eye to release the magic before he leaned his head slightly forward to give the impression of a shrug.
"I was raised by, I believe Ragnok called them muggles, I discovered my abilities when I was five years old and since then I've used them almost daily. Although, if any of you three attempt to divulge any information concerning me without my express permission, you will find yourself dead. After all, a simple "virus" implanted into your auras ensures that my secrets are safe." He smiled at the three looks of dread that he had evoked.
"You're serious about that?" Rather than answer outright Harry simply winked at the blonde before going back to watching the seamstress who was working with him.
"Maybe, maybe not. Suffice to say, if I truly wanted to keep something secret I'd simply remove the knowledge form your mind. The goblins were rather excited to inform me of my natural legillimency and occlumancy." His emerald eyes sparkled with laughter as he noticed that the boy flinched slightly.
"Very well my lord, I have your measurements, what colors would you like for your robes?" A small smile formed on Harry's face as he thought about it.
"I'd like dark blood red, dark blue, dark green, black, and rich purple, three of each and the most vibrant and rich dyes you have." A quick nod came from the girl as she pulled out a thin wand and flicked it towards a row of materials and dyes.
"What about your cloaks?" A low chuckle came from the youth as he rolled his eyes.
"The same, and then, I'd like to discuss a few other outfits." Harry was surprised by the girl's eyes dropping to the floor.
"We only deal in robes and cloaks. I'm very sorry my lord." Inwardly Harry frowned but to the outside world he merely shrugged.
"I suppose I'll need to have that order filled elsewhere." A very clear amount of dissapointment dripped form his voice. With a small smile Harry felt a familiar cold gripping his heart, wearing masks always had that effect on him. Everything he'd done since he'd arrived in the wizarding world had been measured, calculated, and false. He'd kept his true nature completely hidden, switching from mask to mask to suit his needs, and he loved every minute of it.
"From what I heard Harry Potter vanished from our world after the fall of the Dark Lord, if people knew you'd been taken in by muggles, they wouldn't have stood for it. Father always said that Dumbledore was off his rocker, but, to send his supposed "champion of the light" to live in the muggle world, nobody would've let him get away with it." A small smile wormed its way onto Harry's face as he shrugged.
"Yes, the goblins mentioned, I believe they called him "Fumblemore" and how he was always meddling in other people's affairs." Draco gave a soft laugh at the mention of the nickname the goblins had for Dumbledore.
Harry gave a small sigh when the girl working with him finished her measurements for his cloaks. Hopping down from the stool he flashed her a warm smile.
"I'll be back later to collect my purchases." Without another word he turned on his heel and strode towards the door, however, before he stepped out he turned to glance back at the blonde boy.
"I'll see you around Draco." With that the door slammed behind him and he quickly strode forward towards a shop labeled "Widgets and Wares." While he didn't think much of the name, he did notice that they had a telescope in the window display, so he figured he'd try there to cross a few more things off his list.
Almost as soon as he'd crossed the threshold Harry found himself regretting it. The store was extremely tacky and cluttered. The only thing keeping him from storming out was a single telescope resting upon a neon pink cushion.
"Can I help you sir?" A rather greasy looking business man in a red pinstripe suit had popped up on Harry's left and had placed his overly large hand on the raven haired youth's shoulder, much to the young wizard's annoyance.
"You can either remove that hand from my person, or else I'll remove it from your arm." His voice came out as a low hiss and had the desired effect of making the idiot jump away from him as if he'd been burned. Giving a twisted sneer the youth proceeded towards the single item in the shop that had caught his eye.
"How much for this telescope?" Now that he was closer Harry was able to appreciate the delicate carvings along the barrel of the scope itself. The constellations were carved into the gold with the major stars labeled. He regretted speaking however, as it gave the salesman a chance to annoy him again.
"Ahh, a fine choice! As you can see, the finest worksmanship around, constellations and star names carved into the gold, a solid crystal interior, a five lens focusing array for maximum efficiency, four leg stand for optimum stability, and even comes with a self adjusting runescheme. Simply instruct it what you wish to view and it will adjust and focus itself for best quality. For an item of this quality, I'd have to say, no lower than 4,500 galleons." The man appeared to be panting as he thought of how much gold he was going to make, that is, until Harry decided to shoot that idea out of the sky.
"I don't think so, after all, would you really charge the head of the Black family such an outrageous price?" Smiling as he noticed the man start to sweat Harry smiled. 'I need to remember to thank the goblins for giving me all those pensieve lessons. It wasn't fun absorbing so much knowledge so fast, but the results far outweigh the discomfort.'
"I umm, of course not sir. For someone such as yourself we would of course offer our valued customer discount, that brings the price to 2,000 galleons." A small smile worked its way onto Harry's face as he watched the fool wring his hands in fear. Allowing the Black family ring to show itself he waved it in front of the man's face.
"Is there a reason you keep trying to rip me off? Is it perhaps because you doubted me when I said I was Lord Black?" Noticing the man's eyes about to pop out of his skull Harry gave a cruel smile.
"I'll pay 500 galleons, but no more." Noticing the man about to protest he grabbed him by his collar and stared straight into his eyes. "Would you rather I take my business elsewhere?"
"Of course not my lord, 500 galleons it is, and you are being most generous." Waving his wand the salesman caused the telescope to collapse and fold itself neatly into a leather case before he placed it inside a cheap trunk that would shrink and unshrink on command. Pulling out a bottomless money bag Harry whispered the amount and was rewarded with the red strings on the front of the bag twisting into 700 G.
"Here, 500 for the scope, and 200 for the trunk as thanks." Emptying the gold onto the counter Harry then grabbed the miniaturized trunk, dropped it in his pocket, and swept from the store.
'Need to go see Ragnok and see if there's an amulet available. I'd rather not have to reveal my rings with gloves on, and I sure as hell am not going to take my gloves off anytime soon.' Turning towards the bank he froze when he heard a scream coming from a dark side street. With a low growl he veered off towards where the scream had emenated. Pouring energy into his ears he let loose a viscious snarl as he heard a girl whimpering followed by a gruff male voice.
"The more you fight me, the worse it'll be. Now just be a good little bitch and maybe you'll even enjoy this." Harry felt a wave of hatred rise in his chest as he turned and saw a rather rough man leering over a young girl. Fighting the urge to snarl Harry cleared his throat.
"Lay one hand on the girl and you will rue the day you were ever born." Harry noticed with a cold glint in his eye that the man didn't seem the least bit worried. 'I'll remedy that soon.'
"And what exactly do you think you could do pipsqueak?" Leering at the thin youth the fool didn't notice the drop in temperature.
"I warned you, but you dared to question me, and so, an eternity of suffering is the fate of those who challenge the gods!" Releasing his full aura Harry smiled as the wind began blowing around him, whipping his hair around his head like a demonic halo. Pouring more and more energy into his aura he was rewarded by a series of screams echoing throughout the alley.
The girl's would be assailant found himself struggling to remain standing as he felt he was staring into the eys of death itself. Where before there had simply been a young boy now stood a vision of terror. An aura of dark power shrouded the boy whose eyes were glowing red with hate-fueled energy. For the first time in years Walden Macnair was truly terrified. When the demon before him began speaking it was as if a chorus of damned angels echoed his every word.
"I have seen inside your heart, and I have found you to be undeserving of the gift of life. In the name of justice I now sentence you to oblivion!" As the demon raised its right hand an electric blue light began glowing about the fingertips of the deformed appendage. As the glow grew brighter Walden found himself walking unwillingly towards his doom.
Harry gave a cold smile as he forced the fool to approach him. Once he was close enough Harry grabbed hold of the front of the man's robes before locking eyes with the coward. A cold cackle escaped form Harry's throat as he hoisted the man above him and began pouring tiny amounts of power into his body.
Many pairs of eyes watched in horror as the would be rapist's skin began drying out and then cracking. With another bout of insane laughter Harry caused every bone in the man's body to fracture before he dropped him to the ground.
"P-p-p-please somebody help me." The man's whimpers went unnoticed as his voice was far too horse for them to be discernable. Leering down at the fool Harry smiled.
"Now, let's end this." Releasing the small web of magic he'd woven around the fool Harry laughed as he watched the man rot away into dust, screaming all the while.
Those that had witnessed the actions of the demonic creature in the alley turned and began heading as far away as possible.
Giving a small sigh Harry pulled his power back and returned to his normal appearance. Taking a second to ensure that his gloves had rematerialized he then walked over towards the girl who was huddled into the side of a building.
"P-p-please d-d-don't hurt me." The girl's voice was broken with fear and while Harry didn't regret killing the monster that had been attacking her, he did regret scaring her. Kneeling down beside her he allowed a small amount of warmth to show in his eyes.
"I'm not planning on hurting you. But, I am planning on getting you out of here." Watching as the girl slowly lowered her arm away from her face Harry was slightly stunned by how beautiful she was. He let out a low growl when she tried to move only to cry out in pain.
"Would you let me see?" Harry waited for a few moments before the girl nodded and tenderly stretched out her leg. Gently running his hand along her shin he hissed when he noticed that she had a fracture right below the knee.
"You're not going to be putting any weight on that leg for now, are you here with someone?" Harry growled menacingly at an approaching hag until she retreated.
"My parents and sister, I was wandering around Flourish and Blotts when I was grabbed, they were going to the apothecary." Harry reached up to gently brush a few tears away from the girl's eye before he nodded.
"Let's go find them then." Reaching his right arm around her back and sliding his left gently underneath her thighs before lifting her up bridal style and striding back towards Diagon.
"I don't think we've been introduced, I'm Harold Slytherin." Smiling softly at the girl in his arms he laughed when her eyes widened at his name. 'Technically it's true. After all, Harry can be short for Harold.'
"Astoria GreenGrass, thank you for saving me my lord." Looking down into the girl's brown eyes Harry rolled his eyes.
"I don't think my anscestor would've been happy if I hadn't done anything." Harry grinned at the girl's laughter. Wincing when they re-entered the main alley he looked around until he saw the apothecary.
A small smile formed on Harry's face when he spotted a woman who absolutly had to be Astoria's mother. Though most people wouldn't notice it, Harry did. The angle of her nose, the thin yet pouty lips, and her eyes were identical to Astoria's.
"Is that your mum?" Nodding his head towards the woman he'd spotted Harry gave a small smile when Astoria gave a nod. Looking down at the girl in his arms Harry gave a quick wink. Unleashing his full aura once again Harry grinned when the crowd parted in fear. As he felt his eyes shift to red a high pitched laugh escaped his throat.
Noticing that his target had completely frozen Harry smirked. Giving Astoria another wink he unleashed enough power to once again cause the temperature to drop rapidly.
"Mrs. GreenGrass I presume?" Looking at the girl in his arms the woman quickly drew her wand.
"What have you done to my daughter?" Pressing her wand's tip into Harry's throat her eyes were blazing with accusation. Harry let out a cold chuckle before he knocked the woman away from him.
"I assure you madame, if I'd wanted to do anything to your daughter I wouldn't have rescued her from Knockturn. Also, please lower your wand, the reason your daughter is in my arms is simply the result of a broken leg." Harry quickly reigned his aura back in and smiled when he noticed Astoria snuggling into him.
"Danielle, what's going on? I heard you screa- WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" A rather handsome man had arrived leading a very attractive girl behind him. It took Harry only a split second to deduce that the man was Astoria's father and the girl was clearly her sister. Unfortunatly his observations were cut short when the male GreenGrass pulled out his wand.
Harry let out a low growl as yet another wand was pointed at him. Reaching back into what the goblin pensieve knowledge had taught him he allowed a small smile to grace his features.
"I do swear upon my honor, magic, and life that I, Lord Harold Slytherin did not in any way attempt to harm Astoria GreenGrass. I was merely aiding her in returning to her family given that her would be assailant had shatterred her leg." An icy breeze swirled around him for a few seconds before fading away indicating that the oath was truthful. A small smile adorned Harry's face as he observed Astoria's family go rigid with surprise.
"I ap-ap-apologize my lord. I did not know who I was speaking to. I am Lord David GreenGrass and I thank you for saving my daughter." Harry nodded to the man before grinning at Astoria as she snuggled deeper into his chest.
"Perhaps we can head to Gringotts? I would feel better if we had Astoria's leg looked at by one of my own healers." Noticing the three others look as if they were about to faint Harry sighed before wrapping all of them in a web of magic giving them no choice but to follow him into the bank.
"Ahh, my lord, what can we do for you this wonderful afternoon?" Rolling his eyes at the goblin's antics Harry released his aura for a few seconds to keep people from getting too close to him.
"Skip the pleasantries Rotgut, I need a private room and a healer." Noticing the ice in his master's voice the goblin nodded.
"Your quarters would of course be the best place for optimum privacy. I'll send up a healer as soon as I find one." Nodding once Harry set off towards a door guarded by two armed goblins. Checking to make sure the GreenGrass family was still with him Harry nodded to the guards who quickly snapped to attention and gave salutes before opening the door for him. Passing through the shadowed doorway Harry led the GreenGrasses to his private rooms below the bank.