Here it is.
Lily walked down the stairs after having just put Ivy in bed. The little girl had worn herself out getting Harry to float her from person to person. By the time that she realized it was past Ivy's bed time, it was quiet late. Seeing this she sent Iris and Harry off to bed as well.
As she was entering the living room she was thinking what all the adults were, Harry shouldn't be that good at magic.
After the elation everyone had experienced at seeing him do so well, they started thinking how rare it was for a person to get a spell on the first try. Let alone a boy who hadn't even been to Hogwarts if he had been studying, to be able to do what he did was nothing short of amazing.
"Good your back," James said, receiving a look that told him she knew where their conversation was going, and not liking it. "The fact you're looking at me like tells me you think it's weird for him to be that advanced as well."
Giving him an exasperated sigh she answered him, "Your right, it is weird that he's that good."
"Do you think we should check him again," questioned Sirius. "I mean just to make sure nothings up."
James was about to answer when Remus cut over him. "Your all acting like he did something wrong."
"Moony did you not see what he did," came Sirius's rushed reply. "He did something that not even Lily could do at his age. His sudden skill at using magic is nothing short of amazing."
"But that's just it," Remus shot back before Sirius could continue. "We don't know if this is sudden. We haven't had the chance to see if this would be normal for him." Hearing him say this, the others couldn't fault his logic. "Besides I'm sure you all remember all the accidental magic he caused when he was younger. He was still having bursts of magic when he started to pull away from us."
"Remus makes a good point," supplied Lily. She was trying to see the situation from a neutral point of view. But with it being Harry they were talking about, it was making it harder to not take sides. "We don't know his talent level. You've all said that his power is off the charts for someone his age, and I agree. I saw a bit of his power myself today."
"What do you mean," asked James quickly. "Did he try something?"
"Calm down James. You know that if he tried something I would have told you," she answered him. It was getting annoying him always jumping to the worse when it came to Harry. "What I was trying to say was that this morning it came up about how he hasn't given a present to Ivy for her birthday before. She looked so sad about not getting anything from him, and you all know how much he cares about her, seeing her feeling upset over his actions really affected him. Power was rolling off him, and his eyes started glowing. He was able to calm down almost right away, but I don't think him or Iris, ether one knew the power he was giving off."
"Think of it like this," said Remus jumping in. Seeing that Lily was on his side was calming him down some. "He was having bought's of accidental magic at just a couple of months old, he's got huge power, his wand is made up of parts that scream power house, and he says that he studies a lot. Is it really that big of a surprise that he's talented?"
"If you put it like that, it's not really that big of a surprise," admitted Sirius. "And James when he told us about his dream you said that your family had seer blood right?"
Getting a nod from James he continued, "Well if it was a possible future, then he would have to not only have power but the skill to do what he saw," said a thoughtful Sirius. "We should be happy right now. If he had all the skill to become a dark lord, then why can't he use his power for good?"
"Boy he really has all of you wrapped around his finger huh," asked James. "I mean just a few seconds ago you all thought something was going on with him. Now you're all acting like he's the next Merlin."
"James I was right there with you about not trusting him in the beginning," said Sirius, as he laid a calming hand on James shoulder. "But I gave the boy a chance, and I really do think he's changed. You should be proud right now, not only is your son showing signs of becoming a great wizard, but more importantly of becoming a good man."
James just stood there with a defiant look in his eyes. It seemed to the others that he wasn't going to change his mind. That was until his shoulders slumped, and he sank down on to the love seat. Placing his head in his hands he said, "I know your right, you're all right. He really has changed. I've see it myself but I've been to stubborn to admit it," confessed James. Raising his head he looked at the others. "Even Iris is giving him another chance, which is something I never saw happening. I just don't want to get close to him and then it all be some kind of trick." He finished with a pleading look at the others, hoping they would understand where he was coming from.
"Oh honey," said Lily, giving him one of her comforting hugs. "We were all worried about that a first. But we've spent time with him and know he's trying his best. Just give him a chance James, I promise you won't regret it."
"I hope your right."
S2ndC
Harry awoke the morning after he received his wand, to find everyone in the house was still asleep, including Ivy who he had become used to trying to surprise him in some way to wake him.
Putting some clothes on he grabbed the book on spells based in the Spanish dialect that he had taken from the Potter library. Figuring that since he was the only one up he could use magic to make breakfast as he read. He would have done just that if it had not been for the fact that when he entered the kitchen, he found out he wasn't the first awake like he had first thought.
"Good morning," greeted James, as he laid his copy of the Daily Profit down in front of him. "I see your still looking into spell languages. Have you found any that you prefer over Latin?"
"Good morning to you as well. And no I haven't found any I like better than Latin," replied a surprised Harry. "However I only just started looking at various types a few days ago, so I don't have much perspective."
"I stated looking into that same subject about the same time as your mother. If there's anything you'd like to know you can always ask me."
"Actually I do have one question," stated Harry, getting a nod to continue he did just that. "Why is it that it's so hard to find spell books that are in different languages? I mean I could see why we wouldn't bother learning different language spells if they were the same spells only said a different way. But there are spells that far exceed the abilities of those in Latin, and we refuse to learn them. Why would we hinder our selves like that?"
"Let me answer your question with another," said James, who was impressed at Harry's way of seeing things. "What do you think of Britainwizarding society in general?"
"I think it's a joke," answered Harry flatly. "It's ruled by bigoted pure bloods, who want nothing to change, so that they stay in power."
"And there's your answer, those who rule think that any type of change means they're going to lose their power. So they do all that's in their power to keep change from happening."
"That's stupid," sighed Harry.
"That it is, but the fact that you at such a young age can see that, means you'll be able to change the future for the better."
The last statement from his father, gave him pause. The words 'change the future for the better', had reminded Harry that this world would be entering a war in the next couple of years. Harry hated to admit it but he had totally forgotten all about Voldemort and the prophecy. He was going to have to sit down and think about what changes to the future he was going to make.
'Though it's a possibility that nothing will be the same here as my world,' thought Harry.
"Are you okay," asked James, surprising Harry by how concerned he looked.
"Yeah I'm fine. I just got lost in my thoughts," chuckled Harry.
"You get that from your mother. I can't tell you how many times I've been talking to her, only to find out that she's not heard a word I've spoken," told James. The smile on his face full of love just thinking about his wife.
"So do you have work this morning or are you up this early for another reason?"
"I have to be in the office in a little bit," answered James. "So I decided to get up early and make breakfast, plus I get to spend some time with you. I know I've been working a lot lately and we haven't really had the chance to spend any one on one time together. I plan on changing that, so that before you go off to Hogwarts I can get to know you better."
Hearing this Harry couldn't help but feel excited. It seemed his dad was finally coming around. "That's great!"
"So are you happy that your birthday is only two days away," questioned James, he was happy how their talk was going so far, but it was still awkward trying to figure out what to talk about.
"To be honest I kind of forgot it was coming up," said an embarrassed Harry.
"How does a kid forget their own birthday," asked an amused James.
"Well with everything that's been happing, and getting to really know everyone, it just slipped my mind."
"Is there anyone you want to invite," he asked, a crooked smile on his face. "Maybe the girl that Sirius told me about. You know the one from broom shop?"
"I'm going to kill Sirius, that big mouthed-" Harry mumbled, before his father spoke.
"What's that, I can't hear you," asked James, had heard every word and couldn't wait to see what Harry would do to get Sirius back.
"Nothing just talking about killing dogs," he replied easily. "But no there's no one I want to invite. Just a dinner with everyone is fine with me."
"Really? We do that every night."
"Yeah, I really enjoy spending time with all of you. Plus it won't be long until I go off to Hogwarts, after that I won't get to see all of you till Christmas."
"Alright if that's what you want," said a surprised James. Even Iris, who was a very mature girl, always wanted a hundred different things on her birthday. "Oh I almost forgot to tell you, your grandparents are getting back from their vacation the tomorrow. So they will most likely be here for your dinner. I think they're going to be pleased with your new attitude."
"That's great, I just hope they don't think I'm up to something and act all suspicious," said Harry. It wasn't until the words left his mouth that he realized that his father may take his words as a jab at him. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded," rushed Harry, hoping he wouldn't get upset.
"It's fine. I know you didn't mean anything by it," replied James, waving it off. "Now that breakfast is ready why don't we call everyone down to eat?
It was at that moment that Harry saw that the table was set and the food was floating over to them. He was about to comment on this when he heard a call of 'Expecto Patronum'. Whipping around he saw a stag that was glowing a bluish white, run out of the room. He had seen that same stag many times before, but seeing it come from his father somehow made him sad.
"Beautiful spell isn't it," said James, taking the expression on Harry's face as awe.
"Yes it is," Harry replied without thought. "It's a Patronus Charm right?"
"Yes it is, how did you know?"
Thinking fast about how to reply he answered, "I was reading a book on magical creators. It covered Dementor's; it said the only way to fight against them was very strong flames, and the Patronus charm. It went on to describe the spell, and to say it could also be used to send massages."
"Your mom's right," stated James, wearing an impressed look. "You do read a lot; I didn't know that much about that charm until I started to learn it when training to become an Auror."
"Can you tell me if you Patronus will be the same as your animagus form," Harry asked, he really wanted to know if he'd be a stag as well.
"While mine is the same that doesn't always hold true for others. Take your mother for an example, she's a tiger animagus, but her Patronus is a doe."
Harry hearing this realized that he already knew about his mom's animal form and Patronus. He was fixing to reply when a red headed bullet hit him.
"Harry!" Yelled Ivy as she tackled him in a hug. "I wanna fly again."
"Hello to you to daughter of mine," said an amused James.
"Oh hi daddy," she said as if it was an afterthought, before turning back to her brother. "Can I fly now?"
"It looks like you've been replaced daddy," said a sleepy looking iris. She was just a few steps in front of her mother. "Morning Ivy, Harry."
Getting up with Ivy in his arms, Harry gave Lily a quick hug and kiss before greeting her and his sister.
"Morning everyone," said Lily who looked much more awake than her daughter. "What are we talking about?"
"We were talking about you, and how one's animagus form doesn't affect their Patronus shape," answered James, as he kissed her good morning.
Lily finding out what they were talking about, eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh I love that charm. What do you want to know about it," she eagerly asked.
"To be honest honey I think the only thing about the spell that he doesn't know is how to cast it."
"That's better than James and Sirius. They didn't even know about the spell until seventh year," said Lily. "I remember telling them about it, but to be honest I wasn't even finished talking about it before they had stopped listening."
"It's because daddy and Uncle Padfoot have the attention span of a goldfish," giggled Iris.
"Hey," pouted James. "My attention span is at least twice as... um what was I talking about again?"
James joke gave everyone a laugh. As they were settling down Remus and Sirius came through the floo.
"Oh good breakfast is ready, I'm starved," called Sirius as he grabbed a plate and started serving himself. The Potters had yet to get any for themselves.
"Really Sirius, you shouldn't run into someone else's house and eat their food," reprimanded Remus. "You haven't even said hello yet."
"Its fine Moony," soothed James, as Remus took a seat beside Harry who still had Ivy in his arms. "Besides we all know it's a lost cause to try and house break him."
"Ha ha very funny," grumbled Sirius. "I had a long night, and I'm starving." As he finished talking he took a bite of eggs, only to spit them out. "Ok I don't mean to sound rude Harry, but this morning's breakfast taste like James cooked it."
"That'd make sense," said Harry chuckling at the look on Sirius and James face. "Because he's the one who cooked this morning."
At his words everyone stopped putting food on their plates. Harry saw everyone giving the food weary looks.
"Is his cooking that bad?"
"My cooking is not bad," huffed James who was offended by the looks his family was giving his cooking.
"Ok if it's not that bad then you eat it," challenged Iris, as she tried to hand him her plate.
"Look at the time Sirius, Remus, we better go now or we'll be late for work," said James quickly, as he stood up to give Lily a kiss goodbye.
"If I were you I'd just go get something from the Leaky Cauldron," whispered Remus, getting up he followed Sirius and James through the floo.
"So... I'm guessing I'm not to let dad cook anymore," asked an amused Harry.
Iris and Lily answered at the same time, "NO!"
"Alright then," said Harry fighting to control his laughter. "I guess I'll make breakfast."
"Actually you don't have to make any for me and Ivy," said Lily, stopping his progress to the stove. "We're going to the Greengrass's in a few minutes. I have to talk to Arana about a few things, and she offered to make us breakfast."
"Oh all right," replied Harry. "Are you going as well Iris?"
"No."
"Why not, I thought you were friends with one of the Greengrass daughters?"
"I'm friends with both Daphne and Astoria, but they're both in France spending time with their cousins," answered Iris, who looked put out.
"Well then how about you hang out with me today," asked Harry. "I was going to go get Ivy's gift but I'll need mom to put feather charm on it if I want to get it home. However we could go get something to eat at the Leaky, and after that spend the day roaming the alley."
"That sounds fantastic. Can I go mum," asked Iris. She had been to Diagon Alley tons of times, but always with an adult.
"Yeah that's ok. As long as you stay in the Alley," Lily told them. "And be careful, I don't see anything happening, but better safe than sorry."
"Thank you thank you thank you," chanted Iris. Jumping out of her chair she gave her mother a hug, before dashing out of the room calling over her shoulder, "I'm going to go get ready."
"Be sure and watch her okay. I know you're used to going out by yourself, but she's never been out like this before," Lily told him, you could hear the trust in her voice.
"I promise to keep a good eye on her," vowed Harry. "It means a lot to me that you trust me enough to let her go."
"Of course I trust you. I know how much you care for the girls," Lily told him as she picked up Ivy and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Besides this will give you a chance to spend some time getting to know her better."
A flash of green and a call of 'Greengrass manor' later, and he was left alone. Not wanting to see how Iris would react to being kept waiting. He rushed up stairs to throw something on. He was halfway there when something told him that he should take the three items he had taken out of his hidden chest with him today.
S2ndC
Iris was standing by the fire place in the dusty and run down pub. Harry had told her to go through first and that he would follow after. As she stood waiting she wondered to herself why a place as famous as the Leaky Cauldron was in such bad shape. It was a well known fact that besides Gringotts and the Ministry of Magic, the Leaky Cauldron was the most visited place in Britain. Before she could ponder over the state of the pub for too long, a flash of green fire announced her brother's arrival.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," said Harry in way of a greeting. "Let's find a table, and order something."
Nodding her head she lad him through the moderately crowded room, to an empty corner booth. Sitting down, a peaceful silence fell between the two, as they people watched. They sat this way until the owner of the pub, Tom a man who reminded both Potter children of a toothless walnut, had come and taken their order. As he left them Harry finally broke the silence.
"Since I started hanging out around the library, I've seen you in there quite a bit," observed Harry. "Is there anything in particular that you enjoy reading about?"
"I really enjoy reading about potions and transfiguration," Iris eagerly replied. "I found a copy of 'Sharkfang's Potion's Making Guide' there the other day. Sharkfang was a famous goblin potion maker before the last goblin war. He was such a good potion's brewer that wizards would go to him and beg to be trained by him, and that was back when the relations between Goblin's and humans were as bad as they are now between us and vampires," recited Iris, reminding Harry of Hermione.
"It's a good thing you like potions so much. If I was you I'd keep studying them as hard as you can," Harry advised her.
"Why?"
"Because from what I hear the potions master at Hogwarts is very strict. More so than that, he really hates anyone with the name Potter."
"Okay, once again why," asked a confused Iris.
Harry stared at her wondering if he should tell her about Snape. Eventually he decide that if Snape was going to be as hard on her, as he was on Harry the first time around she had the right to know.
"He and the Marauders had a very big feud going on all during school," answered Harry. "To make matters worse he and mom were best friends until their fifth year. That year dad and Sirius pulled a very harsh prank on him. When mom tried to help him, he snapped at her and said something that should never be said to anyone. After that mom stopped hanging out with him, this devastated him. Not only because she was his best friend but because he was in love with her," Harry said the last line softly. He felt sorry for Snape; it would have to be hell to have pushed a person you cared so much for away. "Then in seventh year mom started dating dad. I'm sure you can figure out why he's going to be harder on us than those around us."
"That's really sad," stated iris. "I feel bad for him, why did dad and the others prank him?"
"You know how dad feels about the dark arts; well Snape came to Hogwarts knowing more about them than most 7th years do. Dad didn't like that so he responded the only way he knew how... pranking," he said frankly. "But don't think that Snape was innocent in all this. He hexed dad and the others as much as they did him."
"I guess I can see why dad acted like he did," Iris said uncertainly.
"I think the biggest reason they hated each other though is because they were jealous of each other," sighed Harry. "Dad was a Quidditch star, had money, and was popular. While Snape was the complete opposite, but he was close to mom. That made dad feel threatened."
"Why would dad feel threatened," asked a confused Iris.
"From what I hear dad fell in love with mom the first time he saw her," said Harry knowingly. "He saw Snape as his biggest competition. That's what drove dad to act the way he did."
"So dad liked mom from the beginning," she asked more to herself than Harry. "That's a bit young to fall in love isn't it?"
"Maybe for some, but every person is different. Since we're talking about mom and dad lets use them as an example," he told her. "Dad fell for mom when he was eleven, I'm sure if mom had gone for it, he would have courted her all throughout school. However Lily wasn't ready for dating until her seventh year, and dad had been trying to get her to go out with him for years."
"If you take the Snape guy out of the picture, mom and dad's story would seem really sweet," Iris said thoughtfully.
Harry was about to agree when Tom showed up with their food. As Tom left Harry reach into his pocket, taking out an inky black ribbon to tie his hair back with, so it wouldn't get in the way as he ate. Just as he finished tying his Hair back Iris saw his ear.
"I didn't know you had your ear priced," she said, pointing to the small black hoop in the arch of his ear.
"Yeah I put it in this morning," said Harry, turning so she could see it better.
"Are those runes on it," she questioned, as she lend over the table getting a closer look.
"Yes there are, they keep people from invading your mind."
"What do you mean invade your mind," she asked as she sat down.
The rest of their meal was spent talking about the mind arts. By the time they had finished Harry had promised to give her the other earring. Making sure that when she did show up to Hogwarts no one could look in to her mind.
"So are you ready to go," Harry asked her.
"Yeah let's go."
Together they made their way past the bar, giving Tom their thanks, and headed out in to the courtyard. Taking out his wand Harry tapped the correct bricks. A few seconds later the archway was opened to the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley.
"So is their anywhere you want to go first," he asked as they walked down the cobbled street.
"I'd like to go to Flourish & Blotts or the Junk Shop."
"The Junk Shop," asked a bewildered Harry. "I thought they only sold defective items. Why would you want to go there?"
"It's true that most of the shop is useless," admitted Iris. "But sometimes rare and obscure books show up there. Astoria and I, always stop their when I come with her and her family."
"And Astoria is one of your friends that are in France right?"
"Yeah, they don't get many chances to visit their cousins Fleur and Gabrielle. So when they get a chance they take it," she said as they passed the Second Hand Robe Shop.
When Harry heard that the Greengrass's where related to Fleur he ran into witch with an arm full of broomsticks. Helping her pick up the mess he had caused he apologized and they were on their way again.
"So their related to the Delacour family," he asked trying to sound as if he was just making conversation.
"How did you know their last name," she asked, ignoring his question.
'I really need to watch what I say,' thought Harry, knowing that if he wasn't careful he was going to say something he shouldn't know about. "Well Monsieur and Apolline, are very powerful people in the French government. With them both being so well known, it's only natural that their daughter's names are well known to. I didn't know for sure that they were the same Fleur and Gabrielle, but one family having two daughters by that name, I took a guess."
"Oh, um... sorry for getting so offensive," she said sheepishly. "I thought that you might have been looking in my diary or something like that."
"It's alright, you just hurt my feeling, it's no big deal," he said mournfully. "Look at the bright side at least you didn't hit me this time."
Without breaking stride she punched him in the shoulder. "Thanks for reminding me. If I don't hit you, you may get out of line," she said matter of fact tone.
"Violent women," Harry muttered just loud enough for her to hear.
"What was that," Iris asked.
"Nothing," he said quickly.
"That's what I thought," she replied smugly. "Look there's Flourish & Blotts."
Harry hadn't noticed how close they were to the shop. He had been too engrossed in his conversation with Iris. The shop was at least twice as big as the Leaky Cauldron. The inside was a maze of bookshelves that reached the ceiling. The shop was divided in to a number of areas, each devoted solely to one subject. Iris made her way to the back, where books on potions where kept. When Harry had caught up to her she was sitting in one of the few chairs in the shop, pouring over a copy of Potion Monthly.
He was about to make a cheeky comment about getting ink on her nose, when one of the doors on the back wall opened. Harry looking over was expecting someone to walk out, but the door closed without anyone leaving the room.
Harry thinking this was strange stood there watching the door until the sound of something hitting the floor drew his attention. There in the middle of the shop was a lone book that was too far away from any bookshelves to have fallen off one. Getting ready to pick it up, he stopped when he saw a hand appear out of nowhere and grab the book. No sooner than the book was in the hands grasp, did they both disappear.
Realization hit him at that moment. Someone under an invisibility cloak had opened the door, and dropped the book. 'If someone's under one of those I bet they didn't pay for that book... or books.' He was about to go and inform someone about what he had saw, when the smell of burning socks hit his nose. It brought back memories of Mad Eye Moody, Dementors, and the Locket of Slythern.
Forgetting about telling someone who worked at the store that they were being robbed. He ran through the shop and out the front door, hoping to see a sign of the piece of trash he was looking for. It was Harry's lucky day, there was a breeze blowing through the alley. It happened to be enough to blow up the bottom of the cloak, showing him a pair of dirty shoes going into the side alley between Flourish and Blotts, and Sugarplum's Sweet Shop.
As Harry made his way over to the side alley he pulled up the hood on his robe turning himself invisible, and pulled out the third and final item he had taken out of his chest. Entering the alleyway he saw an unshaven man of average height, with long ginger colored hair. The man was Mundungus Fletcher, and all Harry could see when he looked at him was all of the man's past sins.
Abandoning him for stolen cauldrons. Stealing from a dead man. Getting a good man killed. As all this passed through his mind, he felt hatred stronger than he had when Voldemort was messing with his emotions.
Slowly he stalked up on the unsuspecting man, not knowing what he planned to do to him. When he was just a few feet away he heard Mundungus muttering to himself.
"-this should be enough to take to the Royce family."
As he said this he pulled a small tattered briefcase out of the pocket of his stained coat. Once he had returned it to its original size, he opened it to show that the inside had obviously been expanded. By now Harry was standing beside him, holding his breath to both not be heard and to keep from smelling the man. What he saw inside interested him greatly. There where expensive looking jewelry, old books, even a pair of gloves that looked to be covered in blood.
Harry's attention was drawn away from the contents of the case, by Mundungus who was wheezing a laugh. The look of joy on the man's face caused Harry's anger to spike.
Harry didn't know what caused him to do it, but before he could stop himself he had lashed out with his fist. Mundungus, who didn't know that anyone else was there, didn't see Harry strike. As his fist connected the other man let out a gasp of pain, as the momentum of the hit knocked him off his feet, dropping the case and his wand at the same time.
Harry seeing the man's wand rolling on the ground, stopped to pick it up as he made his way to the prone man. Reaching Mundungus, he knelt down beside the groaning man, taking his hand Harry cut him with the cursed dagger; it was the final item he had taken from the chest.
The sting of the blade seemed to bring him back around. Slowly he lifted himself off the ground. "What 'it me," Mundungus asked, as he worked his jaw. "Bloody 'ell, I 'hink my jaw is bro-," his words died off as he realized something was wrong.
Had the situation been different, and Harry happened to be feeling particularly sadistic, he may have laughed at the sight of Mundungus blinking so hard.
"I can't see," panicked Mundungus. He tried feeling in his coat for his wand, only to realize it was gone. Harry watched as the grown man crawled on the ground feeling for his wand, not knowing Harry had it.
"Are you missing something Dung," Harry asked in a smooth voice.
"Who's there," he cried, trying to see who had spoken, in spite of the fact he couldn't see anything.
"I'm someone who knows you've been up to no good."
"Wha' have you done to me. Why can't I see anything," he asked, sounding hysterical.
"Oh don't worry about that. If our little talk goes well I may give it back to you," responded Harry, figuring out what to do to him.
He knew that Mundungus could be useful in the future, for everything from info to rare items he may come to need. If he was to put a deep rooted fear of himself in to the thief now, then when the time came that he need him, the man would be to scared betray him.
"What do ya want?"
"A lot of things to be honest, but even with the... 'skills' that you posses, you wouldn't be able to give them to me," said Harry, who was feeling a lot like a cat playing with a mouse. "I just want to show you how easy it is for me to get to you. So that in the future when I call you, you'll know to come to me."
"Why ya wan' me? I'm jus' a thief," questioned Mundungus, who had figured out that if he did what this person wanted he'd be able to see again.
"That's exactly why I want you. You see things as a small time thief that good boys and girls don't. Also, if I need something of a questionable nature I can make you get it for me."
As Mundungus listened to Harry, he realized that he was listening to a very young person. This scared him more than it would have if his attacker had been an adult. If a kid could follow him and not be seen with his trace on, what would he be able to do when he came of age? This was enough to tell him that if this person asked him something he was sure as hell going to do it.
"Alrigh' I do as ya ask. Just give me sigh' back," he pleaded.
"All right, I'll give it back. But I'm warning you Dung, if you betray me or don't come when I call. I'll hunt you down, and I promise you if I have to come looking for you, were both going to be unhappy." Harry knew he was being dramatic, but after hearing so many speeches from Voldemort, and his Death Eaters, he knew dramatic worked.
As Harry leaned down to cut Mundungus with the dagger again, which would restore his sight; he saw something that gave him pause. Getting up he walked over to inspect the item.
What had caught Harry's eye was an ordinary looking wand; the only feature that stood out was the metal handle. He had seen one before in one of Hermione's books, during their fourth year at Hogwarts. She had checked it out after he had told her that Viktor's wand had been made by the wand maker Gregorovitch.
Gregorovitch had created a type of wand used solely for learning spells. For one to be used you had to get someone to cast a spell you wanted to learn using one of the training wands. Once the spell had been casted, the wand would memorize the movements and incantation. Then the person that wanted to learn the spell could then be taught the spell by the wand.
They had been very popular in Bulgaria, but were outlawed because Gregorovitch had refused to tell his Ministry how to make them. They had wanted to whore out his creation, but he refused to budge, even when they had threatened him with throwing him in their version of Azkaban. The Ministry seeing that he wasn't going to give in, decide that if they couldn't make anything off of the training wands, then no one would. They outlawed the creation of them. Wand makers all over the world had tried to make their own versions, but all had failed.
"These are very rare Dung... who did you steal this from," He asked absent mindedly, he found the object to be fascinating.
"I can't bloody well see what your talkin bout, can I," he said in an aggravated tone.
"I haven't given your sight back yet. Do you really think it's a good time to start being a smart ass," Harry questioned, seeing that his words had the desired effect on Dung, he continued, "What I'm talking about is the training wand."
"I aint stole that, I aint."
"Do you really expect me to believe that?"
"Hones', I bought it off this ol' hag," chuckled Dung. "She didn' know what she 'ad. So I told 'er I'd take it off 'er 'ands."
"Well then I think I'll be taking this," he said as he placed it inside his invisible pocket.
"Oi you can't 'ave that it's mine," cried Dung.
"Aw is the thief upset that he's getting robbed," mocked Harry. "All I can tell you is that Karma's funny that way. Believe me I know."
"Your a mean kid, you know that," stated a defeated looking Dung.
"Thank you," Harry replied as he made his way back over to Dung. "Now give me your hand."
Mundungus was hesitant at first, but figured that if this person wanted to hurt him anymore than he already had, could have done so easily. Holding his hand out he let out a gasp as he felt how strong the person's grip was.
"Now remember if I call you, you better come running," warned Harry. "Also let's keep this meeting quiet alright."
"Fine I won' tell a soul," agreed Dung, he was really wanting his sight back. "Wait! 'ow will I know if you want me?"
"Don't worry; I'll be in touch when I need you." With that final sentence, Harry cut the same hand that he had the first time. By the time Harry had exited the alley Mundungus's eye sight was returning. 'What 'ave I got myself in to?'
When Harry arrived back where he had left Iris at, she was still sitting in the same chair, reading the same magazine. Deciding to have a bit of fun with her, he walked up right beside her. She didn't seem to notice him, for a second he wondered if he still had his hood up. Checking to see if he did he found that he had indeed put it down, that the reason she didn't see him was on account of her being absorbed in her reading.
Kneeling down beside her he took a deep breath.
"IRIS!"
She reacted like any person would. She threw the magazine into the air, and swung at the offending noise. This happened to be Harry's head.
"Damn women, is hitting the only way you know to express yourself," winced Harry.
His little yelling prank had not only scared Iris, but most of the customers in the shop. All of which were sending him death glares. Though none of which were more threatening than Iris's.
Holding her chest trying to calm her rapidly beating heart she advanced on him.
"Why in the bloody hell did you do that," she snapped.
Looking like a beat puppy he answered, "I was lonely, and you wouldn't even look at me. So I did what Ivy does when she wants attention," he said, his persona changing the whole time he was talking from a reprimanded puppy, to a look that wouldn't be out of place on Sirius's face after doing something he thought funny.
"If you haven't noticed your just a bit bigger than sh-," she was berating him until a voice interrupted her.
"Excuse me but I'm going to have to ask you to leave," said a pretty girl of about sixteen. They could tell she worked for the shop from the uniform she was wearing.
Harry seeing how upset being kicked out was making Iris, decided to try something. Walking up to the girl he gently took her hand, and placed a light kiss on the back of her hand. "Please forgive me for causing such a disturbance," The girl was shocked to see the young boy be so bold as to kiss her hand. "It wasn't my sister's fault, but my own. You see when we first came in; I couldn't help but notice how pretty you are. The entire time I've been here I've been trying to work up the courage to come talk to you. When I realized that I wasn't brave enough to do so, I caused a scene hoping that you'd come to me," as he finished, he saw that the girl had become as red as a tomato, and that Iris looked like she had been hit over the head.
She seemed to have forgotten that she was kicking them out. The obviously younger boy had turned her brain to mush. "W-why would you yell to get my at...," she trailed off as Harry gave her an innocent smile.
"Like I said, I think you're really pretty," he said innocently. "And I really wanted to talk to you, but when I look at you I get really nerves."
When he said this she gasped, he could see that the girl thought he was just a young boy acting out trying to get her attention. "Aw you're so cute," she squealed, as she crushed him to her in a tight embrace. Harry didn't have to fake a blush, as she had pulled his face right into her well sized chest. "Trouble maker one second, and then the next your being such a little gentlemen." As she cooed this, Harry couldn't help but feel insulted, he was only a few years younger than her. But he knew if he wanted to keep from getting kicked out he'd have to go along with it.
"Can we please stay? I promise I won't cause any more trouble," he said sincerely. "It's not fare for my sister to be punished because of me."
"Of course you can," she said as she finally let him go. "But if you pull something like that again I'll have to make you leave. Understand," she asked in what was supposed to be stern voice.
Getting a nod from Harry, she gave him one last hug and went back to the checkout counter.
Turning back to Iris, he saw that she seemed to be broken.
"Um Iris, are you ok," he asked uncertainly, his voice shaking her out of her stupor.
"How did you do that," she asked incredulously.
"I don't know I just kind winged it."
Seeming to be lost in thought she nodded her head to his answer. Harry was wondering why she was so shocked by his display, when she suddenly started smiling.
"You know what," she asked in a voice that caused a sense of dread to appear in Harry's stomach. "I can't wait to tell the others about this."
AN: I'm sorry if the chapter isn't up to snuff. I wrote half of it with food posioning, the other half while my girlfriend cut me off(I dont know which is worse).
I know I said Harry would be dark, and he is compaired to his canon self. Dont worry though his enemies will face far worse than Dung did. And just FYI Harry will have a bit of a thing for blades. He wont be running around with a sword on his back, but he will have a knife on him at all times.
Now for the poll Gabi and Tori will be heading to hoggy at the same time as Iris.
Lets see whats next... Oh yeah I'd like to say sorry for not having any birthday party- grandparents- animagus. On the bright side the next chapter will. Also it wont be many more chapters till were off to Hogwarts.
Like always I love those who review(125 to 180). till next time.
