Harry the Qwaser
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter - Seikon no Qwaser/Qwaser of Stigmata - or Trinity Blood
Key:
"Speech"
'Thought'
Chapter 4
When the trio had returned to the surface Harry was once again wearing a large smile. Harry thanked Griphook before he and McGonagall left the bank to go shopping for his school supplies.
"Now Mr. Potter let us go and get your supplies," McGonagall said initiating their first conversation since his vault. Probably because she had once again turned green during the ride back to the surface.
"What should we get first?" Harry asked the professor. He had of course looked over the school supply list, and he had to question why it was so important that he get a pewter cauldron. In order for him to be as great at chemistry as he was he had to be quite familiar with brewing, and the only time the material of the container you were brewing in mattered was the much more advanced recipes. He sincerely hoped that the teacher would not start off with something to difficult or advanced. Maybe magic was just pickier, or maybe the magical world was just to set in their traditions.
Oh well he had better things to do than worry about the traditions of the magical world. He had a whole shopping list of stuff he needed to get for his upcoming year at his new school. At least Esther wasn't with him. She would worry over everything he bought.
"We should get your clothes first, followed by books, and potion supplies." McGonagall said, answering his earlier question. "After we get all of those items we should have a good idea of how big a trunk you will need for school, so that will be later." The two of them began to walk down the alley towards the clothing shop, Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
The walk to the shop was quiet between the two as they just listened to the daily chatter of the ally. The many patrons to the alley mulled about walking from shop to store looking for whatever they had to buy. One lady called out that she was looking for newt eyes. Another man called out that he was selling cauldrons for the best price in the ally.
When the two had reached about halfway down the Alley McGonagall began to lead Harry to a dainty little shop that was painted in a bright purple. Opening the door McGonagall ushered Harry into the building to get his school robes.
The inside of the shop was a mass of movement as scissors flew through the sky to cut pieces of fabric that floated in mid air. Tape measures began to circle Harry as a squat witch dressed in mauve began to walk towards him.
"Bringing me another Hogwarts student professor" the witch asked McGonagall as she began to take down the measurements from the tape measures flying around harry. "Stand still dearie, I can get better measurements if you don't move."
Trying to comply with the witch's request Harry stood still and began to let his eyes wander about the room. His eyes landed on a large mirror that was leaning up against a far wall. The mirror showed his tall and toned body. It wouldn't be good for a qwaser to be physically weak.
Under his clothes were the many scars he had obtained from his training. The scars that his uncle had given him now hidden among a field of scars crisscrossing around his body. Since his escape from his relatives' house he had been told to wear his scars with pride. He had survived a horrible experience and was alive to tell the tale of it.
He had become strong. The abilities of a qwaser giving him the power to protect himself and anyone who needed to be protected as well. His hair was still kept in the same shaggy style that it had always been, and a pair of glasses still sitting on his nose.
A small blood red stone in the shape of a sphere hung down from his left ear. Sage stone, a secret held by the qwasers.
His earring was a reminder that he had to talk with Abel about how he was going to get soma while he was at Hogwarts.
Soma was the mystic force that allowed qwasers to use their special abilities. However soma had to be ingested regularly. Because without soma a qwaser would die quickly. Harry could last for 20 days before he began to pass out from exhaustion. He didn't feel like finding out how many days he could last before he died.
"Alright there dearie your all done" the witch Harry was beginning to think was Madam Malkin said. "All the robes you need for the year are on the counter dearie, now you come back here soon a growing boy like you will need more robes soon enough."
Harry turned back towards the front of the shop were Professor McGonagall was waving a small stick in front of a bag on the counter that was beginning to shrink. Picking up the bag she had just shrunk and placed it in a pocket before pulling out the bag Harry had gotten from Gringotts and passed over a few of the golden coins.
"Now Mr. Potter let us go next door and buy your school books shall we" McGonagall said as she turned to Harry. Harry nodded his consent as the two of them left the shop and Harry gave one last look at the different objects flying through the air.
The walk to the bookstore was short due to the stores being next to each other. The shop was a small two store building that had a very dated look about it. A large sign proclaiming the store was named Flourish and Blotts. McGonagall walked forward to open the door as Harry followed her.
As Harry's eyes adjusted to the darkened room, he began to look at the many tomes and scrolls that lined the heavy oak shelves. Harry had to bend his neck to follow the cases, filled with books, up to the ceiling. The room was filled with dust thrown off of old books that haven't been moved in years.
Harry marveled at the amount of knowledge held in the many books that lined the shelves. The rows of bookcases ran throughout the store, separated by subject. Harry followed McGonagall through the aisles, but planned to take his time and look around.
Professor McGonagall pulled him around the store looking for different books that he needed to bet for his schooling. She grabbed several books, but two kept his attention. A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot and Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling. Those two books were to be his entrance into the magical world, and prepare him for all that was to come when he join.
"All right Mr. Potter I am going to allow you to search the store for a few minutes to find any other books that you might like." Hearing these words from McGonagall Harry's eyes lit up and he almost ran to the other side of the store to begin looking for several specific books.
Harry almost ran through the entire store to find the books he needed to find. He pulled books off the shelves that might have any reference to the topics that he wanted to find, alchemy. Transfiguration was the closes subject to what he wanted to find, but the potions section was also a good place to look. When he had finally reached the section of the store he had been looking for.
Harry looked for several minutes before he ran off to the next section to look for the books he needed to find. After several more minutes of looking, he finally found the section he was looking for. A small section of books but still plenty to choose form. The young qwaser began to pull all the books he saw that would be of use to him. In total he had pulled 8 books off the shelves. Harry waddled back to his new professor carrying the stack of books in his arms. As he was putting the books on the counter, Harry swore he could hear the stifled laughter from his new teacher.
"Really Mr. Potter I was only expecting you to get a few books, if any, not return with a complete set of..." at this point Minerva McGonagall had to lean forward to look at the books he had returned with. "Aren't these a bit advanced for you?" she asked looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
"No ma'am I find this subject to be very interesting." Harry gave his honest reply.
Giving the young man a calculating look the transfiguration professor turned and paid for the books before shrinking his purchases and placing them in her pocket just like at the last store.
The duo continued on to the potion supply store and bought Harry the required potion kit. Finishing up at the potion market they headed off to buy a trunk for Harry. Professor McGonagall proved her experience in shopping for new students when it did turn out that Harry needed a bigger trunk for his extra books. Which they instantly took out of their bags and placed in the large trunk. The trunk was then shrunk and placed back inside the pocket.
"Since you are not allowed to do magic outside of school you'll need a trunk that will hold all your things for the summer" was McGonagall's explanation.
The only thing that remained on the list was to get a wand.
McGonagall led Harry to a narrow shop. The gold letters over the door were peeling away, but one could still make out the name Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.
"Now Mr. Potter getting your first wand is a sacred rite of passage that should only be experienced with once relatives" McGonagall said while putting her hand on Harry's shoulder. "I will be in the cafe across the street, and when you're done we can get you a pet and we'll be finished."
With that the professor gave Harry a few galleons to pay for his wand, and left him to enter the store by himself.
As Harry entered the shop a bell sounded out from the back of the shop. There was a counter near the front of the store and the back was filled with shelves containing long narrow boxes. Some of the boxes showed their age with the fine layer of dust covering them. Harry began to look around the store and saw a single long cylindrical piece of wood lying on a purple pillow in front of the window.
"I was wondering when you would show up Harry Potter" A voice sounded out from behind Harry. Quickly turning around the young man was left staring into the large pale eyes of an elderly man. "I'm quite pleased to see that you have your mother's eyes, but I never expected for you to be a qwaser."
Harry was instantly on edge. Not from the fact that the man knew of his ability's, but that he said it so casually. Most people, who knew what qwasers were eager to meet them, not brush off the fact as if it was dust.
"I'm intrigued that you can tell what I am. Mr. Ollivander, I believe?" Harry said simply.
"Yes, I'm Ollivander, but I know your here to receive your first wand" was the curt reply.
"That was the plan."
"Good now let's begin. Hold out your wand arm then" Ollivander said while pulling a measuring tape from his pocket.
"I'm right handed if that's what you mean" was Harry's reply.
"Now you see Mr. Potter every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, so no two wands are alike" Ollivander began talking as he measured Harry's forearm.
"Perhaps your wand will closely resemble your mother's. Ten and a quarter inches long willow, swishy and good for charms." By now Ollivander had moved on to measuring from Harry's shoulder to the floor.
"Or maybe you take after your father." The distance between Harry's knee and armpit were now being measured as Ollivander continued his little speech.
It was when the distance between his nostrils was being measured that Harry realized that Ollivander had run off to the back of the store, and was grabbing many different boxes.
"Here we are young Harry try this one," Ollivander said as he returned with several boxes. "Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nice and flexible at nine inches. Go on give it a wave"
Harry, feeling rather foolish, went along with the instructions and began to lift up the wand, before Ollivander grabbed it out of his hand and replaced it with another.
"That one won't do try this one. Maple and phoenix feather, seven inches, quiet whippy." Ollivander said as Harry gave the wand a practice swing. At the end of the swing a large plume of fire erupted from the tip and began coil and spread menacingly across the room. Before the fire became dangerous the old man grabbed the wand from Harry's grasp and put it with the other failed wand.
Ebony and unicorn hair was the next wand, and was quickly rejected after an explosion occurred after Harry touched it.
Soon there was a small mountain of wands littering the floor before the wand maker began to walk to the back of the shop and pulled one more box off a far shelf.
"Try this one Mr. Potter, holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
As Harry's fingers grasped the handle he felt a sudden warmth flow through his body. The wand began to emit gold and red sparks from the tip.
"Ho ho, bravo Mr. Potter, very good. Well … how curious my young qwaser" Ollivander exclaimed as the light from the wand diminished.
"I'm sorry sir, but what is curious" Harry asked as his body began to cool down.
Harry was fixed with a pale stare. "I remember every wand I've ever sold. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather, just one other." At this point the old man stopped to stare at Harry's brow. "It is curious that you would be destined for that wand when its brother was the one to give you that specific scar." Ollivander's finger reached up and began to trace the lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead.
"Voldemort" was Harry's simple reply.
"Yes, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, he did great things with his wand. Great but terrible things Mr. Potter I expect no different from you."
"One more thing Mr. Potter" Ollivander spoke right as Harry was put his new wand away in his pocket, "The church must have kept you well informed in order for you to have learned that name."
"What makes you think I work for Athos?"
"Honestly Mr. Potter I can't see you as a heretic" was the finite answer. It was with a playful chuckle that Harry paid the seven galleons for his wand and left the store.
Venturing out of the store Harry was greeted with the sight of his new professor sitting outside the store across the street drinking something from a bottle. Harry ventured over and sat down in the empty seat across from the elder Scott.
"Well Mr. Potter I hope you found your wand alright."
"It was a fun experience."
"Getting your first wand usually is. Now Mr. Potter is there anything else you would like to get."
After thinking for a few minutes Harry said that he would like to get an owl. A few minutes later the duo left the café and entered Eeylops Owl Emporium.
The two exited the darkened store with a beautiful, female snowy owl. With cage and owl treats in hand the now troop of three began walking towards the stone wall from which they entered.
Passing through the stone archway McGonagall quickly led the way into the darkly lit pub. Maneuvering around the tables in the empty bar the group sat at a table against a wall for a well deserved break.
McGonagall pulled a slip of paper from one of the pockets in her robe and passed it to Harry. "That is your train ticket to Hogwarts" Was the matter of fact reply to the young boys questioning look. "The train leaves from Kings Cross station on September first at eleven O'clock, and the entrance is located in the third pillar between platforms nine and ten."
The two continued to sit and talk lightly for a little while. The professor giving her student advice for how to act when he arrived at Hogwarts. Soon it was time for the two to part ways. McGonagall retrieved Harry's trunk from her pocket and returned it to normal size. Opening it quickly she fished out his copy of Famous Witches and Wizards of the 20th Century before handing it over to him. "I recommend reading that one first. You might find something interesting in there" was the only explanation before she took the book back laid it on top of his other books and closed the trunk.
"Now Mr. Potter I will be seeing you on the first," McGonagall said in a low voice. "Get home safely now" with that goodbyes were said and the professor walked over to the stone fireplace and with the words "the Three Broomsticks" the deputy headmistress was gone in a cloud of green fire.
Shaking the shock over the sudden combustion of his teacher Harry grabbed his trunk and owl cage and walked out the door to hail a cab to take him home
*break*
Harry had made it back to St. Wisdom's Orphanage for girls in one piece; the cab driver being freaked out by the live owl sitting in the back seat did not help. Carrying his trunk through the front door he was met by Esther.
"Oh! Harry I'm glad your back, how did the shopping go?"
"I'm fine Sister, where's Abe?"
"He's in his office. He wants to see you, so I'll get your trunk up to your room." the nun said before moving over to him and seeing the owl sitting in her cage. "what a cute owl," the nun cooed out.
"Yes she is quiet beautiful. I've named her Hedwig after the blessed St. Hedwig of Poland."
"Such a royal person to be named after, now you go see father Harry I'll take care of Hedwig here." Esther said shooing Harry towards the office.
Only bothering to give a single knock on the door before entering without awaiting an answer, Harry walked into the makeshift office made out of the spare room in the orphanage. Father Abel Nightroad already used to the brash way that Harry used to enter his office simply bookmark in the tome he was reading, and looked up at the young warrior.
"Must you always enter so crudely?"
"Only for you Abe," was the light hearted response before Harry took a seat on the coach along the side of the room.
"I would appreciate it if you would stop calling me that, but I guess it could be worse." The gracefully aging priest shook his head and mumbled about idiotic kids before continuing. "Since your back I am hopeful that your mission was a success?"
Turning serious the young qwaser answered back in the professional manner he had been train to in. "All of the objectives have been completed." Harry gave a small nod to the door he just entered from. "The book you requested is in my trunk, I have secured my own personal owl for message transportation, and I learned about the school." A soft look came to Harry's eyes "I even learned about my parents."
"That's good, now shall we begin with your next mission."
"What is the church's will?"
"Because this will essentially be a seven year mission the church wants you to pace yourself, and only do reconnaissance for the first semester."
"And as always my status as a qwaser is to be held in secret?"
"Yes, the churches only side note is that should you meet any magical that might be converted to the church, you should approach them gently. Do you have any questions?"
"Yes what is the church going to do about giving me a Maria?"
A deep sigh and a head tilted back to stare at the ceiling where the only response Harry received for awhile. "Athos has become stingy with their resources and will only be supplying you sparingly." Abel shook his head before continuing "There is only one witch under their employ in the area of the school." Another deep sigh, here came the bad part. "Because she has work in the area she will only be able to meet with you every other Saturday, 14 days apart, to give you soma." That was bad.
"That's a little close for comfort. So where will I be meeting her."
"She can't come on to school grounds, so instead she will be in the town of Hogsmeade just outside of the schools property." Grabbing a sheet of paper off the top of his desk, Abel began to summarize the message. "The Vatican has given you no help in getting to the meeting point, inside a local restaurant called The Three Broomsticks." Scanning the page again the priest gave another sigh before continuing. "According to former Hogwarts students first and second year students are not allowed to leave the school grounds except to return home."
Abel looked up from the sheet of paper to see the dumbfounded look on Harry's face. Eventually Harry regained his composure and began to speak. "How am I supposed to get to the town, and what if she or I have to miss a meeting, I won't survive if we miss even one meeting."
"The same former student claims the school is full of hidden passageways, so you'll have to find one. As for missing a meeting the school has a nurse. If need be you may go to her, and invoke her Hippocratic Oath to keep your secret."
"Their intentionally trying to make this more difficult aren't they?"
"I don't believe so, but it's always possible." The priest looked directly into the qwaser's eyes. "Go get some rest; we'll complete the rest of this tomorrow." Giving a grateful nod Harry stood up and began towards the door.
"One more thing Harry," that Harry had stopped walking was Abel's only reply. "Because of what has happened in the past, if you are discovered to be a qwaser you will immediately obtain fame and popularity. More so because of you surviving the killing curse."
"I'm aware of that fact Abel."
"If it does become common knowledge many witch's will throw themselves at you in order to protect themselves."
"We must do our best to keep it secret then." With those final words Harry left the room and headed for bed.
-End Chapter-
That's it FINALLY done with this chapter. I won't make any excuses, but I will say life comes first.
Thank you reviewers you're all wonderful. All reviews help.
Because everyone wants to know what a qwaser is I put a few obvious hints in this chapter.
St. Hedwig the Blessed was the queen of Poland between 1384 and 1399.
Just wanted to say that the second season of Seikon no Qwaser has started. It's weirder than the first.
