Summery- An eight Harry was being chased by Dudley and his gang, when the new girl from down the street helps him. Who is the new girl Avalon Prince? And why is she protecting Harry from his muggle relatives? Powerful! Dark! Smart! Harry AU
Pairing/s- OC/SS, FW/GW, HP/DM, AP (OC)/CD or AP/OW
Warnings- Ron/Ginny Bashing, Dumbledore bashing, Manipulative! Dumbledore, Family! Voldemort
Chapter Four: Harry's Birthday, Gringotts and Diagon Ally
It's been a week since Harry ran away to live with Cherish and Avalon. It had to be the best week of his life Avalon took him flying everyday and teaching him how to play Quidditch. Today was Harry's birthday and Avalon and Cherish were taking him to Diagon Ally. They floo'd into a small pub call the Leaky Cauldron.
"Got your letter Harry?" Avalon asked smiling
Harry took the parchment envelope out of his pocket.
"Good," said Cherish. "There's a list of everything"
Harry unfolded a second piece of paper he hadn't noticed the night before and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Uniform
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
Set Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
"Well I've had most of the books for years. Where to first," Harry asked.
"Gringotts, you have a trust vault and we need to get you magically emancipated," Cherish said leading him to the back.
"Magically emancipated," Harry questioned.
"That mean that you become Lord Potter and you control all your vaults and not just your trust vault," Avalon explained.
"Oh"
Cherish tapped the wall three times with the point of her wand.
The brick he had touched quivered - it wriggled - in the middle, a small hole appeared - it grew wider and wider - a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway on to a cobbled street which twisted and turned out of sight.
"Welcome," said Cherish, "to Diagon Alley."
Avalon grinned at Harry's amazement. They stepped through the archway. Harry looked quickly over his shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall.
The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons - All Sizes - Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver - Self-Stirring - Collapsible said a sign hanging over them.
Several boys of about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. "Look," Harry heard one of them say, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand - fastest ever -"
"Aunt Cher can I…" Harry said staring at the broom.
"Not even, First years can't have a broom, next year" Cherish smiled.
""Gringotts," said Avalon smiled.
They had reached a snowy-white building which towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was had read about them in.
The goblin was about a head shorter than Harry. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:
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.
A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins on brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these.
"Hello," Cherish said to a free goblin. "I'd like to speak to the goblin in charge of the Potter vaults."
"That would be Blackhorn, I think he is free right now, follow me," the goblins said walking into an empty office.
"Griphook, what brings you here," The goblin said raising a brow.
"This woman is here about the Potter vaults," Griphook announced.
"There is only one living Potter only he can come for the Potter accounts," Blackhorn said looking up.
"This is Harry James Potter and I have brought him here today to inquire about his family vaults," Cherish explained.
"I have been the overseer of the Potter accounts for many years. I have sent you many a letter and I have not received any responses in return. So you can see why I me reluctant to believe you," Blackhorn explained.
"Harry did you ever since anything in the post from Gringotts," Cherish asked softly.
"No," Harry said nervously.
"Your magical guardian should have given you the letter," Blackhorn said.
"Don't tell me Dumbledore is my magical guardian" Harry frowned.
"That is corrected."
"Crazy old man," Avalon whispered.
"We'd like to have Harry magically emancipated," Cherish spoke
"Indeed, I'll start the paperwork you should be full emancipated by the time you start at Hogwarts all I need is three drops of blood."
Blackhorn pricked Harry's outstretched finger with a small needle and before Harry could even register the pain, three fat droplets were already dripping onto the blank parchment below. The blood absorb in to the parchment and lines suddenly started to appear and words began to form.
Name: Harry James Potter
Head of the House of Potter- through paternal family
Vaults:# 204 (148,105,283 galleons , Family items)#686(1,737 galleons, one item), #687 (40,000 galleons)
Properties: Potter Manor. England (three house elves), Potter Vacation Home, Italy (one house elf)
Entitlements: Wizengamut Seat, 2 votes
Head of the Evans Vault- Through Maternal family
Vaults: #1,356 (35,430 galleons and assorted items)
Properties:#4 Privet Drive. England.
Heir of Slytherin - Through Maternal family
Vaults: #4 (869,385,459 galleons and assorted items) (Shared with Tom Marvolo Riddle)
Properties: Slytherin Castle. Italy. Slytherin Mansion. England
Heir of Black- Named by Sirius Black
Other Vaults-
Collection Vault #245 (35,596 galleons and assorted items)
"Sirius Black? Why would he name me his heir if he stole my parent to the Dark Lord" Harry asked looking up at Cherish.
"There is more to that story, and I'll figure it out" Cherish promised.
"Damn straight," Avalon nodded.
"Dumbledore has been using James Potter's old trust vault I assumed it was for your well being," Blackhorn scoffed.
"No, it was not. Where is the money going," Harry asked.
"Well, it use to go to a Muggle family in Surrey. But now it goes straight into the Weasley vault," Blackhorn explained.
"I'd like you to evict the family in number 4 Privet Drive," Harry sneer and looked over at Avalon.
"Fred and George would never steal it must be there parents. They are poor and stuff but I don't think they know ," Avalon said sadly.
"Let him keep but don't let him touch the other and can you sent me the two items that's in that vault," Harry asked.
"Yes, I believe Dumbledore has been trying to get the invisibility cloak in your family vault for sometime," Blackhorn said.
"Okay, last question what is a Collection Vault and why do I have on," Harry asked looking from Blackhorn to Cherish.
"A Collection Vault is a vault that most celebrities. Fan letter and gifts go straight to the vault," Avalon said smirking.
Blackhorn gave Harry a card somewhat like a muggle credit card and it would cancel out the key to his vault. Leaving Gringotts Harry and Avalon felt much better when Cherish had saw the grounds keeper and told Harry to head to get his uniform and Avalon to get her Runes books.
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hogwarts dear?" she said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here - another young man being fitted up just now, inact."
In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes.
Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head and began to pin it to the right length.
"Hullo," said the boy, "Hogwarts too?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first-years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."
Harry was strongly reminded of Dudley.
"Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on.
"No, Not yet," said Harry.
"Play Quidditch at all?"
"Alittle," said Harry again,
"I do - Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"
"No one really knows, I can only guest," Harry said politely.
"I suppose you're right, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been - imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
"No, Hufflepuff since kind and to make a friend in Hufflepuff would be okay."
"Where are your parents?"
"They're dead," said Harry shortly.
He didn't feel much like going into the matter with this boy.
"Oh, sorry," said the other, not sounding sorry at all. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"
"Draco Lucius Malfoy!" Avalon said standing in the door way with her arms crossed.
"Avalon… I was just uhh," the boy said nervously.
"Oh I just heard the whole thing, which is not the way your mother raised you. And bully your father oh I'd like to see you try," Avalon scolded the boy.
"You won't tell him I said that will you," Draco asked nervously.
"I'm thinking about it," Avalon said.
"That's you done, my dear," Madam Malkin said and Harry, not sorry for an excuse to stop talking to the boy, hopped down from the footstool.
"Come on Har, I'll buy you an owl," Avalon smiled, "And Draco I suggest you remember when your at school not to bully this boy."
Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-bright eyes. Harry now carried a large cage which held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing.
"What did you name her," Cherish asked.
"Hedwig," Harry smiled.
"Last stop, Ollivanders," Avalon smiled.
"You two go ahead, I have pick up something" Cherish smiled walking off.
The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair that Avalon sat on to wait. Harry felt strangely as though he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to him and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled.
The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.
"Goodafternoon,"saidasoftvoice.Harryjumped.Avalon smirked.
An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Hello," said Harry awkwardly.
"Ahyes,"saidtheman."Yes,yes.IthoughtI'dbeseeingyousoon.HarryPotter."Itwasn'ta question
"You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."
Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Harry. Harry wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy.
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. Harry could see himself reflected in those misty eyes.
"And that's where…"Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger.
"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. 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 and then, to Harry's relief, spotted Avalon.
"Avalon! Avalon Prince! How nice to see you again… Willow, sixteen inches, dragon heartstring?"
"Yes sir," Avalon smiled.
"Powerful wand, good for Defense," Mr. Ollivander said,
"Yes sir, it is," Avalon grinned.
"Well, now — Mr. Potter Let me see." He pulled along tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"
"Right," said Harry.
"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.
"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."
Harry took the wand and (feeling foolish) waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.
"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try —"
Harry tried — but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander."No, no — here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Goon, goon, try it out."Harry tried. And tried. He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become."Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere — I wonder, now — yes, why not — unusual combination — holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers.
He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls.
Avalon clapped and Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well… how curious… how very curious…"
He put Harry's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious… curious…"
"Sorry," said Harry, "but what's curious?"
Mr. Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare."I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather — just one other."
"Tom Riddle," Avalon whisper.
"Yes Miss Prince, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember… I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter… After all, Tom Riddle did great things — terrible, yes, but great."
He paid seven gold Galleons for his wand, and Mr. Ollivander bowed them from his shop.
"Tom Riddle is Lord Voldemort," Avalon whispered to Harry walking the Leaky Cauldron.
"So I'm relented to Voldemort?"
"That can only explain it. You're a Parseltongue."