DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER AND ASSASSIN'S CREED THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTED OWNERS.

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THE BLACK EAGLE

Chapter 7: Diagon Alley

Harry had been amazed when they first entered Diagon Alley just a week after they had received their confirmation letter into Hogwarts. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were reluctant to go into the Magical World, but Dudley had been excited.

They entered the Leaky Cauldron the Wizarding Inn in London as instructed and met Tom the Inn Keeper. When he saw Harry he was more then excited to finally meet 'The Boy Who Lived,' something that Aunt Petunia warned Harry about.

All the other witches and wizards came up to poor Harry and started crowding the boy until Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia blocked their way. The look of danger on Aunt Petunia's face was priceless to say the least. Backing away they allowed them to near the brick wall that would take them to the alley.

Tom knowing that they are not magical opened the door for them and allowed them into the streets. The alley itself was full of magical folks coming and going as they pleased. Harry was curious and yet frightened at the same time which was good for the adults. It means that he would stay close to them.

Dudley on the other hand was more then excited at seeing magic first and foremost up close and personal. He saw many things come to life before him and animals coming and going. It was like stepping back into time for him. His father had to hold his hand to keep him close at all times.

"Now first on our list is to get money from Gringotts the wizarding bank," Petunia said having come here before years ago with Lily.

The family made their way through the crowds towards the large building at the end of the alley. There in fine marble was the famed wizard's bank. Harry could make out the sign 'Gringotts' on the front and a warning off to the side.

"Best be cautious here people the Goblins that run this bank don't take kindly to thieves. That includes you Dudley I would rather keep you in one piece then see you chopped to shreds by those goblins," Petunia said as she led them in.

There was a lot of noise when they entered as people of all sorts walked around getting things done. Harry was amazed at the tellers and since his aunt mentioned them to be goblins. They all started looking at the small family when Petunia walked up to one of the tellers.

"Excuse me sir but we would like to get into vault 313," Petunia said handing him the key.

The teller looked at them and their dress and knew they weren't wizarding folks. Showing off his teeth he glared down at them, "And just who might you be?" he growled.

"Petunia Dursley formerly Petunia Evans, sister of Lily Potter," Petunia replied.

"How do I know you are she?" the Goblin asked.

Petunia lifted up her left hand and lowered her ring finger, "Laa shay'a waqi'un mutlaq bale kouloun moumkin" was her response.

The goblin nodded satisfied and escorted them towards the back where they boarded a trolley that would take them to the vault. When they boarded the trolley the Goblin handed them all bags, "Just in case you get sick," he said more to Vernon then to the rest.

The ride was like that of a roller coaster and of course thankfully no one had gotten sick. Dizzy yes but sick no.

When they finally reached the vault number 313 the room was empty of course since there is no one else on this level. The goblin led them towards the end of the vault seeing it was one of the high security ones. Harry was amazed by the sheer size of it. Looking up it was then that he noticed movement on the top of a pillar. Using his eagle vision Harry could see the faint blue of an ally not far above him.

A very big ally.

The creature slithered down towards him. Its massive size rivals that of anything Harry has seen before.

"Boy what are you doing?" the goblin asked and Harry turned off his eagle vision to stare at the creature in front of him.

He looked to the Goblin who was very nervous when the creature approached. Harry reached out his hand slowly and the animal took a sniff before lowering its head to allow him to pet it. The boy stroked the creature above the eye as it purred in contentment.

"Amazing," the Goblin said as he came near. The creature reared up and Harry slowly held its snout with his tiny hands and stroked it soothing it.

"He is a friend," Harry stated.

The goblin was impressed as Harry continued to stroke the creature while he proceeded to open the door for Petunia. When he was done he allowed Petunia to go in and gather the money she would need to get Harry's school supplies. When they closed the vault Harry was still petting the dragon.

"Does he have a name?" Harry asked the goblin.

"We do not name our dragons only number them," the goblin replied.

"What is this dragon's number?" Harry asked.

"313 the same as the vault," the goblin replied.

"Well you said he is a dragon yes?" Harry asked and the Goblin nodded.

"Well can he breathe fire?" Harry asked.

"Yes, all our dragons can breathe fire they are only guardian the most valued of vaults in our bank. Since yours is obviously a well guarded vault that is why he is here." the Goblin replied.

"Well I think I have the perfect name for him what do you say Smaug," Harry replied back.

Smaug was more then happy with his name and rubbed his head against Harry's once again. The Goblin was indeed curious as they headed towards the trolley.

"I did not know that Lily left her son this much money," Vernon stated for the first time watching as Dudley joined Harry in petting the dragon.

"Yes, well James was from a wealthy family so he shared some of his expenses to help with building Harry's trust fund. That check from child services for Harry is from this trust fund. The Magical folks really know how to take care of their children if they are put into foster homes." Petunia replied.

"I see and does this um...I am sorry if this sounds rude sir but what are you to be exact?" Vernon asked.

The Goblin smirked, "I am a goblin sir and we take care of the Wizarding World's finances," he said.

"Well sir it is a pleasure to meet you I am Vernon Dursley Petunia's husband," Vernon said extending his hand. The Goblin was startled at this and slowly extended his own hand to Vernon's in a brief but firm handshake.

"We goblins are not well like in the Wizarding World only because we had rebelled a few times from our magical masters. I like you Muggles better you have more manners then half the Wizards and Witches around here," the Goblin stated before bowing to Petunia, "And I like Assassins even better as they treat us like equals."

Petunia smiled, "Well met my friend I can see the world here has not changed much," she said.

"Oh but it has my dear people here on this side have grown more ignorant of the happenings of the world around them. We have noticed that they grow more content day by day as the Templars grow more in number. The Assassins are weak now are growing weaker still. I fear that if you don't get new recruits soon your lines will be lost," the Goblin stated.

Petunia looked down, "I know my friend things have been bad. My own home has been constantly watched by at least two Templar lackeys and one of Dumbledore's people. I have to have Harry constantly watch for them to see where they are hiding. It was as if they are waiting for the boy to reach maturity before they take him away from me," Petunia said.

"That is why it is important for us to ensure that Harry has what he needs to survive dear," Vernon said as he took his wife's hand.

Petunia could only glance at her husband before a soft smile broke form her face. "You're right dear," she said as she leaned against him.

"Um sir," Dudley said to the Goblin.

"Yes," the Goblin asked turning to him.

"Why is it that the Magical Folks hate you so much?" he asked innocently.

The goblin smiled, "Oh it is a long story,"

A FEW HOURS LATER

It had taken them some time for the Goblin to finish his tale much to the disappointment of the two boys but they had to get moving.

"When will I see you again brother?" Petunia asked.

"I will always be here so when you need something just remember," he said, "Nothing is true, Everything is Permitted," she said before bending down and giving the Goblin a hug.

They exited the bank with little to no trouble seeing as no one noticed how long it took for the Goblin to deal with the Muggles. Most Magical folk probably thought that they were asking a lot of questions about money and currency in the Wizarding world.

Vernon did not say a word when they exited the building till they are finally out.

"So is he like you?" he whispered and Petunia nodded, "Very much so the Goblins are one of our allies and some even became part of the order. We accept any creature into our ranks from the Magical world. They have been the most help to us in the long run." she said and look down at her list.

"Alright we need to start shopping for your supplies Harry. So why don't we start with your trunk so we can put all your stuff inside ok?" she said.

Harry nodded still getting used to seeing things flying around when they should have been still. Petunia took this time to observer her surroundings to make sure that they are not being followed. As they entered the storage shop called Marco's Trunks for All Things Storage Harry could see the various trunks of all sizes against the wall and so forth. There was a sign that said that many of them are for sale for Hogwarts Students.

Petunia looked up at the man selling the trunks a rather middle aged wizard judging by his robes and attire. He was being the counter working on a new trunk when Petunia cleared her throat.

"Excuse me sir," she said and the man turned around.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Yes I would like to buy a trunk for my nephew please, he is starting his first year at Hogwarts," she said.

The man looked at her and then at her husband and son. From their clothes he knew they were not wizarding folk that was for sure.

"Which boy is the one going to Hogwarts?" he asked.

"My nephew is the dark haired one," Petunia said.

The man looked at the boy up and down and when he finally looked at his scar did his eyes go wide.

"Ha, Harry Potter?" he said.

The said boy backed away nervous when the man came forward with a smile on his face. He was stopped however by Vernon as he stepped in front of the man with a glare on his face. Snapping out of it the man took out his measuring tape and began to make measurements around the boy.

"Why would you need that for?" Petunia asked.

"Because I like my trunks to match the owners of course. This measuring tape is to see how much room I need to make in his trunk. I spell my trunks to carry more things inside then the normal Muggle ones," he said proudly.

Vernon watched his suspiciously as he walked around the shop with them following asking questions like...'what are his hobbies? And clothes sizes, things that normal people don't ask.

Finally after an hour of questioning and walking around the shop the man finally stopped and pulled out a trunk from the back shelf. It was dark cherry wood with black metal brackets around it. Opening it up he inspected the inside before walking over to them.

"Alright here you go this one has deep storage areas for your potions ingredients. It also has a bookshelf inside for your books so you can put however amount of books in there. There is also a clothes storage for your uniforms and playtime clothing. It also has a feather weight charm on it so you won't feel the weight of it on you when you carry it onto the train," he said.

"Well can you lock it so that no one but the owner can open it?" Petunia asked.

"Of course! It is even charmed to where only the owner has access to it! If anyone were to open it without the owner's consent all they would find is an empty trunk with nothing in it. The spell is to ensure that if you have anything dangerous in there like say a potion's assignment that you don't want someone to tamper with, (trust me I've had those problems before). Then all they would find is an empty trunk. I make sure that such precautions take place especially with womens trunks. You never know if some sort of stalker comes into your room and steals from you," he said.

Petunia has such a trunk at home where she keeps her Assassin's equipment.

"Alright we will take this one," she said and the man smiled.

"He gives me the creeps Aunt Petunia," Harry stated as they exited the shop.

"Don't worry Harry a lot of wizards are like that. Now that we gotten your trunk we should get you your school robes dear," she said and Harry followed her towards the next shop down the street.

Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions was the rather large shop off to the side near the Ice Cream shop. Petunia gave Vernon and Dudley some money to get something to eat while she and Harry went to get his clothes.

When they entered the shop a rather young woman in her mid thirties stood there to greet them.

"Hogwarts dears?" she asked.

"Yes, this is my nephew's first year there," she said and the woman nodded.

She then led them towards the back where they are going to get measured for their uniforms. As Harry stood on a stool to get his measurements he spotted another boy also getting measured. The boy who slick blonde almost silvery hair looked at Harry with curiosity in his eyes.

"Are you going to Hogwarts too?" the boy asked.

"Yes, this is my first year," Harry replied.

"Same here I hope we can become friends," the boy said.

Harry smiled at that and before the boy could ask for his name a woman came and retrieved the other kid. The boy waved goodbye before walking away with whom Harry would assume was his mother.

Harry was left by himself when a rather elderly woman came with another measuring tape. This time the tape moved on its own taking measurements for her while she wrote down the sizes with her quill and parchment? Muttering to herself she quickly left Harry on the stool while Petunia came to retrieve him.

They had left with a large sum of clothes, uniforms, dress robes (that aunt Petunia managed to make sure did not make Harry look like an overgrown turkey.) Travel clothes and such and also some new casual clothes for when he gets free time at the school.

They then entered the book shop Florish and Blotts and gotten Harry's school books without and problem. They also gotten some casual reading materials for Harry's enjoyment including some history novels and fictional stories for him to read. They also traveled to the Owl Emporium to get an owl for Harry to send messages home to his family. Harry almost instantly fell in love with a beautiful young Snowy Owl that was on sale. So Petunia helped him get it along with treats and care items for the owl. She however did not like the owl cage that they had to get for the owl.

Owls are not creatures meant to be behind a cage and she knew that Harry felt the same. Plus she did not have to worry about the owl running off as Magical Owls are bound to their owners for life. It was a master/familiar bond that Petunia remembers from when Lily brought home her cat Midnight.

Lily

Oh how she misses her sister dearly. She also purchased and owl for Dudley seeing as the two can have something in common. Both boys seemed to be hungry as she left the owl shop and headed over to where Vernon and Dudley were busy eating some fish and chips. Both Dursley men were nearly done when Harry and Petunia arrived with Harry's trunk. Petunia actually enjoyed that trunk since it was light enough for her to carry and it has a special charm on it that all Petunia has to do is lift it up with both hands and it shrinks to the size of a small hot wheels car for her to put in her pocket.

Harry on the other hand was enjoying the sights. He sat down next to Dudley who held out his plate and began to tell him about the shops he had been too. Dudley was excited when Petunia gave him his owl. The bird chirped happily from his cage and was more then happy when Dudley let him out and shared his fish and chips. The bird was a small African pygmy owl with its light blue feathers and dark mask.

Dudley was talking to Harry about his day with his dad exploring the Alley and seeing all the sights. He even bought some posters and books as well for him to read. The owls were both getting attention as Harry also let his snowy owl out to be stroked and gain attention.

When lunch was finished they walked further into the Alley and since it was kind of late a bunch of people walked off and headed home. The Dursleys however were still shopping so they walked around getting the rest of Harry's supplies. Since nothing happened yet Petunia was glad as they neared the last shop on their trip Ollivander's Wand Shop. Petunia remembers that shop well since her sister came here years ago for a wand.

Looking at the sign she was glad it was still open. Escorting Harry and the others in the bell above the door rang. Petunia smirked at the sound of it since it was of a higher pitch then a normal bell. A sound was heard as a man walked out from behind some shelves.

"Will be with you shortly let me put these away," said an old raspy voice.

"Take your time Mr. Ollivander we just walked in," Petunia said.

"That voice!" he said and quickly they could hear someone shuffling in a hurry behind the shelf.

Sure enough when the man emerged a huge smile was on his face. "Petunia! It has been years how have you been!" he said and gave Petunia a hug.

"I have been good Mr. Ollivander this is my husband Vernon," she said indicating Vernon who shook his hand firmly, "My son Dudley and my nephew Harry," she said pointing to the two boys.

"Harry Potter?" he said noticing the scar.

Harry ducked down embarrassed because he was constantly getting attention. He expected the man to just go up and try to shake his hand and mutter things to touch the boy but Ollivander just stood back and looked at him.

"My he is a shy one," Ollivander said looking at Harry with a thoughtful gaze then he turned to the older Dursleys, "Is your son going to Hogwarts too?" he asked.

"No, Dudley is not," Petunia replied.

"Well that is not too bad then," he said and went behind to get some wands.

"One thing you should know Mr. Potter and I am sure your Aunt knows this is that the Wand chooses the master not the other way around," he said coming back with a few boxes to place in front of the Dursleys.

"You folks might want to stand on the other side of that line so that way you don't get effected by any stray spells," Ollivander said pointing to the line closest to the door.

The Dursleys quickly retreated behind the faded white line while he had Harry try out some wands.

"Alright try this one out Ebony with Dragon Heart Strings 11 inches," he said.

Harry tried it out but it only exploded in his hand.

"Alright lets try another one," Ollivander said before they tried yet another one.

They then tried wand after wand for nearly two hours with no success. Till finally after the room turned a bright pink color Ollivander had decided to end it.

"Hmm you are a tricky one Mr. Potter I wonder..." he said and went in the back to shuffle through some things till at last he came out with a particular box.

"Ok try this one thirteen inches Holy with Phoenix feather core," he said.

Harry tried it out but it burned his hand.

Scratching his head Ollivander picked up the wand and examined it, "Curious," he said.

"What is?" Harry asked.

"Well I would have at least expected this wand to at least be the one but I was wrong," he said putting it back in its case.

"Why is that?" Harry asked.

"Because the phoenix who gave his feathers to make this wand also gave another. The one who gave you that scar," he said pointing to Harry's forehead.

Harry reached up and felt along the ragged scar. Before looking at the wand.

"Ok...so you would think that the wand would accept me because of it?" Harry asked.

"Yes, as the residue magic from the brother wand would have left a signature. I was wrong so lets see if we could find...wait," he said.

He then turned around and faced Harry, "Harry Potter can you sense if a person is a friend or foe?" he asked.

"Um yes, Aunt Petunia makes me see people to know if they are friendly or not why?" Harry asked.

Ollivander thought about it for a minute before walking in the back to get a wand from the very depths of his shop. It took about ten minutes before he came out with the wand in hand.

Alright here try this one Pistachio wood 13 inches with a Masyaf Eagle feather," he said handing Harry the wand.

Harry took the wand and instantly he felt a comforting warmth spread through him. His body began to glow with an ethereal light before it vanished once more to be replaced with a happy Ollivander.

"My, my he will not be happy to hear this which makes me happy," he said.

"What are you talking about?" Harry said.

"Well Mr. Potter I've known of your kind for a very long time. It is not everyday that people like you come into this shop to buy a wand. The last group who came in here were your parents and their friends. I will not mutter a word in here because there are eyes and ears listening that is why I am whispering this to you. You see dark forces wanted you to take the phoenix wand but your natural magic has other priorities. That wand is the only one left of its kind. Others like it have been destroyed throughout the centuries the feathers lost. But I managed to create one with the last feather and it now has chosen a master." he said happily.

"What happened to the bird who owned this feather?" Harry asked.

"He died eight hundred years ago. The owner is actually an animagus who wanted others like him to have a chance in fighting the forces out to enslave us all. So he plucked his own feathers and given them out to every wand maker in the known world at the time. Hoping that they would find their way to those who are deemed worthy to wield such wands. So far the wands have been lost to history as their owners have been killed off and their wands destroyed. But I managed to obtain the last one form my father who had it passed down to him. The wand makers in my family were unable to figure out what would be the best material for this feather. I finally figured it out of course after some studying and managed to make the wand. It has been in my care for fifty three years Mr. Potter and year I've waited for the right person to come in an claim it. Now that person has finally arrived." he said happily.

"That is why you've known my Aunt for so long?" he asked.

"Yes, your kind has helped my family for centuries and we in turn have remained allies. Check your senses I will prove to be a friend," he said.

Harry's eyes went from green to gold to see for himself and sure enough Ollivander glowed a bright blue. Blue he had come to know as being friendly while red as foe.

Harry smiled, "Thank you sir, how much is it?" Harry asked.

"Seven Galleons," Ollivander said and Petunia gladly paid for the wand before they headed out.

Harry headed out with his new wand studying it. The wood is dark with a very fine finish to it. The intricate designs on it were clearly Arabic that much Harry can tell form his language studies. He could feel the power radiating in that wand as he placed it in his trunk. When he closed it Petunia then tucked it into her pocket and headed back towards the entrance way since it was already starting to get dark.

When they exited the alley both boys looked ready to drop from their exciting day. Petunia and Vernon wasted no time at all going to the car and driving back to Surrey they have quite a bit of things to discuss along the way home.

Already events are starting to take shape as Harry Potter nears his first year at Hogwarts but that is another episode. See ya.

A/n: Alright folks listen up there is a double trouble hurricane breathing down my neck named Iselle and Julio so I might not be able to post anything for a while. So I apologize if this chapter is full of grammar errors but I am trying to post this before I have to head over to work and wait out the storm. So wish me luck folks and keep those reviews, favs and follows coming aloha.

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