Broken pieces
I don't own Harry potter or Bleach.
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Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
"And this is Gringotts, Wizarding bank of Digon ally. Here is where you will be withdrawing money for your expenses today." Snape looked down to the two children following him, both had being shaken slightly by the warning the Goblins had posted. They now had wide eyes while walking into the main foyer, thinking that any moment there could be danger waiting there to grab them. Snape would allow them to continue on that thought.
Just as they walked onto the floor, Snape felt uneasy.
He couldn't place the feeling at first. It wasn't like he was in danger…. No scam or theft….
After a few moments he found out what was making him uneasy.
Every, single Goblin had their eyes on the children. Some seemed to have a shorter breath than he would expect to be comfortable pace, others held their breath entirely. It wasn't a commotion that had him feeling concerned, but the silence that took its place.
Snape noticed one of the tellers waves them over. With some haste, he ushered both boys over to the Goblin.
As they neared the Goblin spoke. "Severus Snape, how may we be of assistance to you and your.." He glanced at the kids "….Entourage?"
Snape pushed his unease to the back of his mind; he needed to focus on the task ahead.
"Mr. Potter would like to withdraw some gold from his vault." Snape pulled out a small golden key from his pocket and placed it on the tellers table. "This is the key to the vault we wish to withdraw from."
The Goblin took the key, and turned it over in his hand a few times, Held it to the light as if the key was transparent, and he looked into the core itself.
"This is vault 687's key. It is registered under the family name of Potter." The Goblin nodded and placed the key back into Snape's hand. "I will have Griphook escort you there."
Snape nodded, and with a quick 'thank you' top the goblin, Snape grabbed the two boys, and headed towards the goblin waiting at the door.
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Severus once again had that feeling. SOMETHING was terribly off, and it was wearing on his nerves, for he could not pinpoint the discomfort he felt. The four of them had sped off into the dark on the cart as usual; the Goblin driver was a silent as always. The boys were having the time of their lives of course, he had expected this… for he too had thrown his arms in the air his first time. He had so much fun, even as he first heard the dragons roar from the dep-!
Snape took a moment to analyze the thought. His eyes almost burst out when he landed upon the answer.
'That's it! There are no dragons that I can hear. But that's absurd; there are always Dragons on watch in the bowels of the bank. Most had been born a raised there. There would be no reason to move them.'
Severus's mind raced for the answer. 'But if they are still there, then is there a ward? Stopping their cry's from reaching this far?... No, the cries of the Dragon is as much of the security of the bank as the Dragon itself. But if that is true, then they are remaining silent. But…. For what reason…..'
"Goblin!" Severus bellowed to his driver. The wind from their ride is making him yell in order for the other to hear him. "Why are the Dragon silent? I know it's not a ward, nor have you trained them to be quiet! They cannot be trained in such a way!"
The goblin shot a quick glance at him, quickly turning his gaze back to the track he was following.
"Surly you jest Wizard!" Severus did not notice before, but he could have sworn the Goblin was sweating.
"No! I am baffled by this! I am unease by this silence, there are to be cries, and bellows from the beasts! But there is nothing! Do you know why!?"
Once more the goblin turned. Looked him straight in the eye, and jerked his head towards the back with the two boys.
Snape snapped his head back to look. One little pudgy kid and one tattered in black bandages. The Dragons stayed quiet because of these two?
The Goblin had not looked at him the rest of the ride, to the vault, and back.
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"I refuse."
"This is just a thank you! For all the help."
Currently the three wizards were arguing about gold changing hands.
"No."
The two students wanted to thank the teacher for helping them get here, and for the compensation for potion time they were taking up.
"But you said it yourself! You have other things to do, and we would like to thank you for the help, and for putting up with us!"
'That's an understatement…..'
"Please just take it. or we will find ways of getting it to you…."
Snape almost growled out in frustration, but after a sigh he caved in.
"Fine, but this is the end of this. Now we are to carry on, first, robes, we need to get you out of those things…."
As the party of three entered the shop, Severus noticed a certain blond.
"Severus! It's good to see you." The blond looked at Severus's sides, and noticed the extra company.
"it is not usual to see you escorting students." He turned to Dudley first.
"And who might you be?"
"Dudley Dursley sir."
The blond nodded. "How…. Quaint. And you?"
"My name is Harry Potter sir, who might you, be?"
The blonds eyes widened. Turning his eyes back to Severus.
Severus nodded.
"My name is Lucius Malfoy. You should remember the name Potter, for it is one of your betters'." Malfoy turned his nose up from Harry at the last part. Snape saw the obvious distain Malfoy held for Harry. Not surprising really, he did kill the dark lord, and almost brought the Malfoy name into the ground because of their association with him.
Harry however surprised him. Harry did not look concerned, or angry. He did not tense, or retaliate in anyway. Harry stood his ground, a faint ghost of a smile threatening to rip across his face.
He just stared into the eyes of Malfoy. The blond man didn't move, not wanting to loss this battle of wills against a child.
'How ridiculous….. '
"Father! I'm all done!" Lucius did not have his victory, as his son instantly grabbed his attention.
Another carbon copy of Lucius came out of the back room, in new black robes.
"Draco….. This is Harry Potter." The elder of the two Malfoy's introduced the younger generations.
The youngest blond turned to the two before him. Following his line of sight, he found the boy in Black bandages.
"Hello, I'm Draco Malfoy. Pleased to meet you." Draco had introduced himself much more respectfully then his father.
"As you know, I'm Harry, and this.." Harry pulled his cousin up to the front. ".. Is my cousin Dudley, we are pleased to meet you."
Snape called Madam Malkin over to get the two boys set up. As they made their way into the back, he also pulled Draco (his godson over) to talk.
"Follow them, make friends, no blood purity, this is a test, don't screw it up, and make us proud."
Draco had wide eye by the end, but nodded by the end, and followed after the two boys. As soon as he was out of sight, Snape Pulled Lucius over, and talked in a hushed voice.
"Fantastic job, at least you didn't out line us as Death eaters." Sarcasm laced his words.
Lucius pushed it aside however.
"What are you doing with him? He is the one who killed our master! Because of him many of our order are in Azkaban!"
Lucius was going to rant on further, but Severus stopped.
"He called me by name." Lucius snapped his head towards Snape. "What?!"
"Lucius, he had no contact with me, he should have been oblivious to my existence up until he went to Hogwarts, and He should have had no sodding idea, who I was. But… he requested me in a letter to fetch him, by name. He had even thrown in a small tidbit about dragging me out of my dungeons to come get him today. He knows too much…. I wanted to figure out why he knows all of these things today. Sadly I have more questions than answers…."
"He is a child! He probably over heard his guardians talking about you, and mad assumptions!"
"He greeted me at the door, and knew it was me before I even introduced myself."
"Another assumption!"
Severus glanced back at the backroom, making sure no one would interrupt them, he decided to put up and sound barrier around them, just in case.
Severus then turned back to his best friend and carried on in a low voice that began to worry Lucius.
"When we proceeded to gather funds for the afternoon, we stopped in at Gringotts-"
Lucius scoffed. "Obviously"
Snape continued "- I noticed something was very wrong, most… if not all Goblins were very uncomfortable, and he guards shifted on their feet the entire time."
Lucius turned and stared at him, Severus continued with his observation.
"Then we approached a teller, and he pointed out the boy, making me see that he was the one making them nervous. The small unassuming, curious 10 year old, not me, the war veteran death eater."
Malfoy's eyes grew in size.
"Then" Snape continued his evaluation "we boarded a cart, and proceeded to the vaults, once again, after about 10 minutes, I noticed something was very wrong…. Would you like to take a gander at what was wrong my friend?"
Lucius spaced out, looking into the far off distance searching for an answer. After a few moments he turned back to Snape a shook his head.
Severus explains "The dragons….. They were silent."
"I do not see how that relates to the boy Severus; it could have been anything else."
"I asked the goblin driving us. He gave me a look that made me feel like a fool, and questioned "Surly you jest Wizard!" he pointed back to Harry, and would not meet my eyes for the rest of the ride, nor would he even talk to me. He was afraid, along with the rest of his kind, the dragon I don't know about however…."
Sr. Malfoy gave Snape a long look.
"With all that you have described it sounds like our master when he was in his prime…."
"…I know…."
Malfoy glanced at the back room, and held his gaze. "Then what do you make of this Severus?"
The two stood in silence for a few more moments, then Snape launched into his findings.
"The potter child is something, what? I don't know.
He has information I had no idea he was privy to. The headmaster himself is baffled by what Potter has done.
The Goblins respect or fear him…perhaps both. Even one of those feats is something to be proud of. The fact he is doing so without showing his potential is of concern to me.
The Dragon… damn it the Dragon I haven't the faintest clue about! They don't usually back down from fights, when they do, it's to their own race, and one side would win by a landslide. Once again this unassuming child of 11 years old, is wining just because he is in the same hole in the ground as the dragons.
The boy himself is simple, not caring, and eating up all that he can of the magical world, like any other Muggle born."
Snape let out all of the info he had gathered and waited for his friend to input something, and hope it would shed some light on the subject.
Malfoy drew his eyes away from the backroom finally, and looked Snape in the eye.
"We do as we have always done." Snape nodded. The unspoken trait they have always had in common, even more than the rest of their house from Hogwarts.
'Be neutral and watch.'
The conversation ended and moments later the kids came back to the front, all wearing robes.
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"Welcome back , Twelve inches, Birch wood, Hydra's bone for the core. Suited to one who has an aptitude for the dark, and would never give up, and a pioneer of work and toil. I must say I believe that wand is the perfect partner for you young man." The speaker of the voice was not to be seen, the words seemed just to float out of the air, and filled the room.
Before anyone could and ask were the wand maker was, the old man presented himself. Rising from behind the counter like a zombie had from an old black a white horror movie. Two of the youngest members of the group were still blinking at the sudden appearance of the wand maker.
"Welcome to Ollivanders Wand Shop! Who might you be young ones?" the elderly man questioned. Eyeing the two blinking children, who yet to move. Harry awoke from the miniature trance first, and elbowed Dudley in the ribs.
A small "Oww" emitted from Dudley, enticing him to start staring at Harry.
"You first cuz."
Dudley's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Fine, you did go first with the robes…." Dudley approached the desk with caution.
"Hogwarts I take it?" the elderly man asked Dudley.
Dudley just nodded in response.
"A first wand! For a first generation! I do love it when that happens. Nothing to go on, from family that came before them, purely a hunt for the perfect wand."
"Ughhhhhhhh, what?"
"He means he has no history that he can look back into, to help find the wand best for you Dudley. Your parents are non-magical, so he won't be able to tell if a yew or ash wand would be better."
"…right…. Ok let's do this then." Dudley quickly caught on after the explanation from Harry.
Ollivander didn't miss a beat. "What is your wand arm Mr…?"
"Dursley"
" then." Ollivander offered a small smile.
"My right is I think."
Ollivander snapped his figure and a measuring tape sprung to life, measuring just about everything on Dudley, while he wandered into the back to gather wands to try.
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"Nooo, not that one either. You are a tricky customer Mr. Dursley; we have tried close to 150 wands. No of them are for you though…." The old wand maker was deep in thought for a time. "Do you know of any blood related Wizards, or witches? Any at all?"
Dudley looked back at Harry. Harry nodded.
"There is one I know of. Her name was Lily Evens; she would have been my aunt if she was alive."
Ollivanders eyes widened. He slowly turned to Harry. He observed him much closely now. The inspection started with the black hair, bandages, the way he held himself, and finally his eyes.
"Mr. Potter." He spoke" it has been a long time since I haven't been able to figure out who one of my customers were, especially if they had family here only a few years ago. It is good to see you in good health."
Harry tried to hide his victorious smirk. "Thank you Sir."
Ollivander turned back to his current puzzle.
He hummed and hawed for a few minutes, just looking at Dudley.
"I suppose there is no harm in trying….."
Ollivander turned his back to the group and headed into the back to find another wand.
He came back out after only a few moments in back. He placed the box down, still slightly hesitant for some reason. The group watched as he shook the feeling off and opened the box.
"Try this one Mr. Dursley…."
Dudley nodded and took a hold of the wooden object. He suddenly felt a warm feeling shoot up his arm. He felt that this was his wand; he found the perfect friend, a piece of himself, and he smiled at the feeling.
"A perfect match!" Ollivander whooped. "However… it is curious."
Snape in a bored mood finally spoke up. "What do you mean? It's a wand, and a child, they are a match. What is odd about that?"
"Simple." Ollivander turned to Dudley. "That is the Brother wand that gave your cousin the scar that had made him famous. I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly.
Dudley looked back in confusion.
Harry made a lightning bolt motion on his forehead.
"Oooooo….." He looked at the wand in his hand, with a little concern.
"Yours is 11 inches, Holly, and a Phoenix feather for its core. The brother wand is Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew…" Ollivander was lost in thought. "Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands... well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do..."
He shook his head.
"It is in the past… Well seven Galleons for the wand Mr. Dursley."
Dudley walked back, as Harry stepped forward; Harry reached into his pouch and brought out 7 gold coins, and laid them on the desk.
Ollivander smiled. "Now then Mr. Potter, let us find a wand for you."
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The hunt lasted even longer then Dudley's. 300 wands later, Dudley started asking Snape about potions, wondering what the subtle differences were that could make or break different potions. Snape entertained the young boy because he himself would start pulling out his hair if this had taken much longer without a distraction…
Ollivander and harry continued on at a steady pace.
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450 wands and Snape had started off in theoretical potion to Dudley, welcoming the change into something he enjoyed.
Harry and Ollivander had taken a break.
"You are a tricky customer Harry…. I haven't had this much trouble in years. Nothing seems to bond with you…. Nothing! This is insane…." His smile still broke through though. "This is too much fun."
Harry however had heard a distant sound. He snapped his head towards it, and spotted a small box on the top of the shelf, lust poking out over the top.
"Sir?" Ollivander looked at Harry. "What is in that box?"
Ollivander followed Harry's eyes. "That box is filled with object my family had made, and acquired over the years."
"May I take a look Sir?"
Ollivander nodded and climbed his ladder, removed the box from the shelf and brought it down. Onto the counter it went, and as it sat there, Harry noticed it wasn't nearly as small as he thought.
Ollivander opened the top, and removed a few pieces.
"This was the first failure I had." Ollivander presented a wand that looked like a spring. "I have yet to figure out what I did to make it do that….." He shrugged it off, and brought more out. "This is the first success of mine,10 inch, maple, dragon heart string. It has a crack from dueling though, and I have been unable to repair it since."
"This is one of the chisels that my great grandfather used. I believe it lasted for two generations with the enchantment on it."
Piece by piece the box was brought out, a little history here and there.
It was until the box was empty that Harry had something really catch his eye. A black wand shaped thing, with silver running along the thing like veins. He was unsure if it really was a wand because of its rough shape.
"Sir… What is that?" Harry said painting to the odd wand.
"That…. Is a very old artifact. I am told the ingredients were given to the first wand maker of the family a few thousand years ago. The shop was made years after of course but we have been wondering and selling wands many years before we set down."
"This wand, if you will call it that is very….. Obscure." Snape and Dudley had joined them now.
"What do you mean?" Snape questioned.
"It is said the ingredients of the wand were given to my ancestor by an Angel after a ungodly storm. With tears in her eyes, she asked him to make a few broken pieces of metal into a weapon, to honor two friends who fell in battle to protect her. He was taken with her beauty, he could not say no to her. So he began his craft. For a time the thing worked, he gave it back to the Angel, she held it, nodded, and gave it back to him. She smiled, gave him a thank you, and disappeared. Never to be seen again."
"Ever since then, it has been passed down from wand maker to wand maker, until here it is."
Snape raised a question. "But this is metal. Wands don't work with metal, they can't focus the magic properly."
Ollivander had a glint in his eye. "That is correct, but you see this silvery substance?"
Everyone nodded.
"From what I can tell, those veins work like our (blood) veins do. They carry the magic into the wand, right to the point. This is the only wand I can say I have seen, that has its core come to the surface. I have attempted to replicate it, but to no avail, I cannot find another substance like the silver. I don't even know what the ingredients are in the wand, only they are two types of magical metal!"
"Here Harry, you can tell from the other wands this one is heavy in comparison. It's because of both core and….outer material is metal."
But harry didn't hear it. He didn't hear that last part of the Ollivanders speech. He was focused on only the wand. He felt it was his. The tip glowed a soft light as he held it.
That was it. It was his; it had chosen him for some reason.
He felt it was so familiar. Like a long lost brother. Suddenly though, he felt something inside of him break down.
"Harry! I need you in here! Hollow has lost it!"
Harry recognized his inner soul cutter. Harry named him Bear, because he wouldn't tell him his name yet.
Another internal crash and Harry was on his knees. Panting, blood slowly seeping out of his body.
"Dudley." Harry whispered. In a moment he was there. "Yea Harry?"
"Code: H 50, ill leave it in your hands." With that Harry fell back.
Dudley went through the codes he remembered.
'H50…. No that one was e 20, je3…..'
"O shit…" Dudley's eyes grew to the size of dinner plate when he remembered.
Flash back
"Dudley, remember, you hear me say H50, you get me the Hell away from people. Throw me in a jail cell if you have too, park a car over me, whatever, just do it. My internal world will be in chaos, and I don't know if it will be me….. or my Friend….. ok?"
"Yea Harry, ill remember, you can count on me."
End flashback.
"Uhhhhh Professor Snape? We have a problem." Dudley turned to Ollivander. "How much for the wand? I think it's the one for him."
"Its free, the fact that it worked for him is good. He just has to come back so I can take a look at it."
"Ok, im sure he will agree to that." Back to Snape. "Do you have a place to lock him up for a few hours?"
"I do" Snape wondered what the hell was going on. The Dursley boy seemed to know. Snape therefore didn't need to panic.
"We need to keep this quiet though." Dudley pick harry up with one arm. "We need someplace Private, preferably without anyone else but us."
Snape narrowed his eyes. "I have just the place… you will answer my question after however."
Dudley met Snapes glad and held it. "When Harry wakes up. It is his secret to tell…"
"Fine." Severus turned and stalked out of the wand shop, with the two boys in tow.
Ollivander was left behind. He watched as the three left for their new destination.
"…Been in our family for generations, and suddenly it up and goes to a young man who just fainted in my shop, and his cousin has the brother wand to the Dark Lord. I can almost feel the war coming….."
Ollivander shook his head. "This is the same feeling I had when I sold the wand to Tom riddle…"
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Good day everyone. I hope you like that chapter.
I went through surgery a little while ago, so my mind is a little fuzzy from the meds. Anyways here is another chapter.
Tell me what you think.
Regards,
Killroy.
