Black Phoenix Mother Chapter 4
Little Harry beamed in happiness when his mother took him to the other shops in Mistwood. They where fascinating and magnificent, he loved seeing all the little creatures roaming about making purchases and other magic people talking. One thing Harry realized all of the people did not call eachother by names. It was strange to the boy., but he happy he could be with his beautiful mother. He loved her so much as she loved him unlike his horrible family. Black Phoenix directed them to a little shop in the back of a dilapidated old garage it looked like. Here where old vials containing the strangest bottled creatures, old books that had strange symbols and flying hook-nosed snakes.
" Why are we here mother?" said Harry looking at her. She looked down at Harry and smiled. " We are here for something very rare and valuable Harry, the fang of a sabertooth panther, very rare and a dangerous item to own."
"why is it so rare?" He asked his curiosity getting the best of him. " because my son they are said to have the power to cure all illness and wounds when mixed with the jasmine flowers." "really?, cool." he said she released his hand as Harry explored the shop as the old storekeeper approached her.
"Good day black phoenix, the usual ingredients today" " Black Phoenix gave a haughty smile looking at the old man, "I need the sabertooth fang, Rose blood, you know why I must have it for" she said
"For your condition?!" she reached out her hand pulling him close so Harry could not hear it. " my medical problem is nothing to laugh at, Roseblood. She released him " As you say Black Phoenix, I shall be right back." he entered the back of the store taking out the very rare fang from a black box. He carefully wrapped it up, as she turned to her son who was staring at all the large books on the shelves and dead things in jars. It was a good thing Harry was not a timid child around death. She smiled back him. She quickly paid for the perchance and a small black bound book, as Harry was enraptured by all the things. " come along Harry" she grabbed his hand and left the shop.
Harry was exhausted by the time they had returned home from all the shopping. It was early morning and he immediately went to his straw bed. It was a good thing Harry cared nothing for money and what people could do with it he just gave a huge yawn without removing his clothes fell asleep., his mother had just put down her packages as she gave her son a kiss and conjured him into some light blue pajamas, covering him with the same quilt she had made for him in his "white room."
She wished that she could do more to help her boy, but at least he was safe and no evil that the potters have done would ever take him away from her. Let Devin Potter claim to be the boy who lived, let him get everything he ever wanted but Harry Potter the true Boy who lived will soon have the greatest gift she could give him "A true family". Black Phoenix kissed him just as the sun was coming up, she transformed and flew quickly into the remaining shadows as dawn was filtering the barn with morning light. Harry's friends awoke eating magical food and staying close to their boy who they loved so much.
Lily Potter browsed around the shops at Diagon Ally for quite some time, slipping into a Quiddish shop, she looked at the most expensive broom in the window, "A Nimbus 2000"
She went up to the desktop to enquire about the price.
"How much for the broom?!" She said snidely
The old man gave the witch a remark "40,000 galleons" "Lady Potter that comes with a complementary helmet and pads magically protected for the wearer." "Good" she said with a sneer taking out a pouch of coins plopping it on the table.
"Thank you lady potter, I will have your broom delivered to you right away" Thank you" she said with a sneer as Lily went out of the shop and apparated home.
The shop keeper and assistants were taking in the backroom . "That women I cant believe Lily Potter of all people bought the broom, Did you see the way she looked at you completely devoid of life and full of herself."
"Yes fame is horrible the potters are a clear sign of that" " Can you imagine when her son comes of age the press that will be hounding the boy" "yes" "terrible" said of the assistants. He may be the boy who lived but he is not the better of us. Yes." "perhaps there is another child what will not be like him. "
"Who?" said the assistant "I don't know I just feel in my bones that there is another child out their who will save us all." "There is no other child born to the potters" "maybe you right." they all went out of the backroom and helped out customers.
In the woods in a little barn Harry Potter awoke screaming, Voldemort again …