Chapter 9 Runes and Toys
The next morning Remus and Harry rose early. Harry wanted to get in a run and his workout before going to the alley and also needed some extra time to go through some items in his vault with Remus. Since his vault portkey wouldn't work with Remus he decided to go the old fashioned way. Remus touched Harry's shoulder and Harry apparated them both to the alley right beside Gringotts. They arrived at the bank about 08:30 figuring that would give them plenty of time before having to meet up with the Weasley's and presumably Hermione Granger. Harry once again had mixed feelings about this endeavor and was glad to preoccupy his mind with the task ahead. Meeting up with Griphook in the lobby they boarded one of the carts and sped off. As the cart stopped in front of his vault Harry peered at the doors and was surprised to see odd runes adorning the wall around the vault door. They were glowing faint silver and Harry was intrigued. Feeling drawn to the runes he walked toward the door in a daze and carefully traced some of the runes he could reach with his fingers.
"Those are goblin runes, Mr. Harry Potter sir." Griphook offered seeing the intrigue in the boys eyes.
Startled from his scrutiny he looked at Griphook. "I have seen them before but can't place them."
Remus stared at Harry wondering where he could possibly have seen runes such as these. He too was interested in the runes and would like to know more.
"Do you know what it says?" Harry asked Griphook quietly.
"It is ancient goblin writing Harry Potter sir and very difficult to translate as only the elders are allowed to continue the knowledge of these ancient runes."
"They're amazing, they remind me of the runes of the High Elves." Remus said in awe while inspecting runes on the opposite side of the door.
Griphook studied the two wizards. He was suspicious of their interest in the runes. Wizards never showed interest in goblin culture let alone the rare goblin runes that were carefully hidden. However, Harry Potter had proven his worth before and he decided to trust him once again. If Mr. Lupin was a friend of Harry's he would take a chance in placing a small trust in him as well.
"They are a derivation of the runes of the High Elves Mr. Lupin sir. Thousands of years ago the elves and goblins shared their written word before the rift. They grew apart in time but in essence they are the same."
"Please Griphook, can you tell me what they say, I know I have seen them before." Harry said with more conviction, but even after searching his mind he could not find where he had seen them before.
"I highly doubt you have seen these runes before Mr. Potter, they are only found in places where goblins dwell. They are highly protected by ancient magic so that only those of the goblin race may see them."
"I know I have but… Anyway can you please try?"
Griphook considered this for a moment scrutinizing the pleading eyes of the young dark haired wizard. It was true he was a Potter and therefore continued the line most respected by the goblin high council but you couldn't trust just anyone with the knowledge. They had to prove themselves. Maybe he would give him a little of what the runes said, it couldn't hurt telling him the first part, it wouldn't mean all that much to most wizards or witches. Yes maybe that could be a test of his worth.
"I will tell you what I can," Griphook said cautiously still searching the wizards before him for any negative sign. He held their rapt attention. "Protected herein lies the most ancient and honorable house of Potter, protectors of the truth.." Griphook waited for their response.
Harry rolled the words over in his mind. It seemed like something was missing, but not being able to read the runes he just stared at Griphook. To his honor the goblin looked calm and uncaring about the words he had just revealed but there was something else. Only for an instant, but something shone in the dark orbs of the goblins eyes and Harry wondered at its meaning. No there was something else and if he wasn't mistaken this was some sort of test for him. Another riddle to be solved, Merlin how he hated riddles, but vowed he would uncover the hidden meaning. Tucking the information into a secure place in his mind he looked slowly over at Remus and noticed the man trying to work out the same thing he had. Turning back to Griphook he bowed his head slowly.
"Thankyou Griphook for revealing that, it is most interesting."
"You are welcome Harry Potter sir."
"Please just call me Harry, I understand your custom for formality and respect that but at least when we're together could we put that formality aside? I consider you a trusted friend after all you have done for me."
Griphook could see the sincerity of the boys words and bowed back in acknowledgement. "Would you like to enter the vault Harry?"
"Yes please Griphook, there are some things that I was not able to inspect last time and would like Remus to take a look at them with me if that's possible."
"As long as you willingly allow his entrance he may enter with you. I would advise Mr. Lupin to place a hand on your shoulder or arm to help him pass through the magic barrier."
Remus did as instructed while Griphook opened the vault with the key Harry gave him. Then Harry placed his hand on the platform that appeared and the massive door swung inward.
Remus was greatly impressed with the contents and was soon lost in perusing the variety of items it contained. Harry took his multi-chambered trunk out of his wallet and returned it to its normal size. With the help of Griphook and eventually Remus they placed all the remaining books and scrolls within the trunk. Harry then started going through other objects. Although there were numerous ancient magical weapons he only took a sword whose hilt was encrusted with a single large ruby and intertwining coils of mythril and gold. It fit his palm perfectly and the weight felt right, in his arm. He swung it around in a few quick slashing movements and was satisfied. Upon further inspection he noticed that the wrist guard was an intricately designed set of dragons whose wings and tails formed the guard while it was connected to the hilt by its claws. He was starting to see the use of dragons a lot upon various articles in the vault. The scabbard was of black dragon hide and had several protection charms cast on it including one that would keep the sword razor sharp and in pristine condition. He also detected a charm that kept the sword invisible when sheathed and worn by the individual. A weapon like this could definitely come in handy. He strapped the scabbard onto him and started to walk towards Remus to show him his find.
A glint from one of the glass showcases in the room caught his eye. Sheathing the sword he walked over to the showcase and found the item. It was a silver colored ring. Once again it contained the dragon motif as the body of the dragon formed a circle that would fit around a finger, its tail tucked into the dragon's mouth. A solitary small ruby glowed brilliantly from the dragon's eye.
Harry felt someone approach but didn't respond, he knew he was in no danger.
"Ahhh, I see you have found the Ring of Draconus. It is an ancient ring that has been passed down through generations to the heir presumptuous of the Potter line. It contains no magic as we have been able to detect and has only acted as a symbol of the righteous heir to the line. Would you like to take it with you?"
"Yes please Griphook."
Griphook opened the case with a flick of his finger and Harry reached in to pick up the ring. He wondered idly if he wasn't looking to smug with four rings now adorning his hands. As he placed the ring on his finger he felt a small tingling sensation but wasn't disturbed by it. It was a warm tingling as if he was being protected, he felt safe and…what was that it be love? Sure enough he felt like he was being embraced in a loving and comforting hug, very much like those he had received from his mother and from family in the other realm. It didn't bother him to think about it, he only wished he would be able to enjoy more of those hugs. This train of thought led him to Molly Weasley and how she had been like a surrogate mother. Just yesterday she had welcomed him in one of her famous bone crushing hugs. Although he hadn't felt the same feelings as before Azkaban he still wondered about them. He was slightly surprised by the thought. Was he so willing to forgive them for the past? All those things that had been said and done to him. The thoughts soon passed with the warmth of the ring and when he was again in control of his feelings the ring calmed down and felt normal.
"Harry come over here! I think you'll like this!" Remus shouted from across the vault.
"What is it?" Harry shouted back making his way to Remus' side.
Remus held out a black robe with silver lining and an embroidered silver dragon on the back with sparkling red eyes.
"WOW! That's cool, what is it?"
"I believe Harry that is your…."Griphook counting on his fingers interrupted, "5th great grandfathers battle robes. They have magical shielding properties. There is also a set of pants and vest that goes with it. They also have shielding properties and are charmed to fit the wearer. I believe they are also weather resistant and have temperature charms on them to adjust to the wearers needs and are self repairing."
Remus sorted through the rack of robes before him and soon enough found the mentioned items. Without wasting a second Harry took the items and disappearing behind one of the racks, for modesty, he changed into them. His black dragon hide boots seemed to match the armor and could only guess that he was meant to find them. Well they were in his vault, so that was an easy guess, he told himself.
"How does it look?" Harry said stepping out from behind the rack.
Remus whistled appreciatively and Griphook nodded in agreement. "They suit you Harry" he said.
"I like them. They fit perfectly! Is there anything else that I should know about these, a manual of some sorts?" Harry stated.
Griphook studied the robes for a brief moment then with a wry smile nodded his head. " It seems there is also a spell that prohibits anyone from taking the armor off you unless you permit it. See that small silver dragon on the breast plate? You must place your hand over it and choose a password that will allow you to take of the armor. It will also let anyone else you choose to give the password to remove it as well."
"Bloody brilliant!" Harry exclaimed as he set his new password. He wasn't about to give out his password to anyone though.
"Well is there anything else sirs?" Griphook asked almost as if prodding them for something else.
Harry caught the expectant feeling but shrugged it off just as quick. Looking down at his new clothes then over at Remus he started rummaging through the items on the racks. He came across the perfect set. Pulling them out he handed them to Remus.
Remus looked dumb. "They're nice Harry but I don't think blue is your color." He said not knowing what else to say.
Harry chuckled and thrust the robes into Remus chest. "They're for you, Moony. Try them on."
"I couldn't Harry, they're your family's…."
"Try them on. There are more here than I would know what to do with! I could open my own shop with all this. As it is I'll most likely never have to buy another item of clothing in my life. I want you to have them. They will keep you safer than those old rags. Please Moony, for me?" Harry said giving his best attempt at puppy dog eyes.
Laughing at the mock plea from Harry he relented and tried on the robes. He was amazed at how comfortable they were. They fit perfectly and he could tell they had very similar properties to the ones Harry was wearing. Harry returned Remus's whistle of earlier and Griphook actually cracked a smile, very unusual for goblins. Taking one last look around Harry shrunk his trunk and was about to leave when another trunk set off by itself in a corner caught his eye.
"What's that?" Harry asked pointing at the trunk.
"Oh just another trunk with various magical items within, would you like to take a look?" Griphook prompted.
This time Harry didn't need prompting as he strode purposefully over to the trunk, placed his hand on the lock and it sprang open. Griphook and Remus wore surprised expressions when Harry looked over his shoulder at them. When he looked back into the single compartment of the trunk he was surprised when there was only one item laying there. It was a small worn book. Harry could tell it was very old as the leather of the binding seemed to be falling apart. Placing a restorative and a protection charm upon it he picked it up and thumbed through the pages. It seemed to be a history of the goblin race, but not the history he was used to hearing in professors Binns class. Closing the book he sent a questioning look to Griphook who remained stoically silent. Knowing he wouldn't get any further answers he once again opened his trunk and placed the book inside. After shrinking the trunk and placing it in his wallet he motioned for Griphook to lead the way out of the vault.
"What was it Harry?" Remus questioned as they rode the cart back to the surface.
"It's a book of goblin history, though it doesn't seem to be the history that is taught at school." Harry answered puzzled.
"So you can read the book." Griphook spoke from the front over the noise of the cavern.
"What do you mean? Of course I can read it. It's in plain English."
"You will see in time Master Harry." Was the only reply before silence once again resumed. Harry looked at Remus and raised an eyebrow to which Remus only shrugged.
"We'll look at it later."
Before anymore conversation could be started they reached the entrance to the bank and Griphook bowed deeply and set off on other business.
"Why all the formality?"
"Well we are back in the public Harry. But I'm guessing it may also have something to do with that book you found. Why don't we head off to the Leaky Cauldron? I'm sure the Weasley's will probably be there soon." Harry grimaced at the thought of spending a whole day with them but knew it would make Remus happy. He felt a warm tingling from the Ring of Draconus and the thoughts disappeared and he became more confident. He would not allow them to ruin the day.
As they entered the Leaky Cauldron, sure enough all the Weasley's were present, minus of course Percy. Oddly enough he didn't feel any remorse or guilt and that strengthened him. Before he realized it, he was engulfed in a warm motherly hug, one that he had been wishing for not long before. Turning his head he saw the mop of red hair and realized it was Mrs. Weasley. It didn't feel the same but he returned the hug anyway. Taking a step back he saw Hermione racing forward but shook his head at her and she stopped dead in her tracks. Looking as if she was about to break down and cry she dropped he chin and backed away quietly.
Ginny nervously but bravely stepped forward after this show and looked up at Harry. Taking another step forward she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a welcoming hug which he surprisingly didn't refuse. Behind her she could hear the tell tale sniff from Hermione indicating that she had been hurt by this. Ginny felt only a momentary guilt at this before she felt Harry return the hug.
Harry was greatly affected by Ginny's hug and couldn't resist returning it. Her warm soft body crushed up against his and he reveled in the emotions that she awakened within him. He was forced however, to calm himself when she reluctantly pulled away to make room for her brothers and fathers to shake hands with Harry.
Harry shook hands mechanically still thinking about how Ginny had affected him. Sure he had begun to have feelings for her before Azkaban but this was so much more. He couldn't put a finger on exactly what he felt. He felt an arm on his shoulder and looked to see Remus smiling at him knowingly and was perturbed at the mans ability to read him so well.
"Nice robes Remus and Harry!" Fred stated admiring the two.
"Yeah, are those battle robes? Where'd ya get em?" George added.
"Leave him alone you two. I think they look great!" Ginny said smiling and chancing a glance up at Harry.
Harry smiled in return then looked to the rest of the Weasley's. Ron wore his typical jealous scowl. He refused to answer their questions though. He wouldn't start explaining himself to others, he didn't have to, let them guess a little.
"Well where should we start?" Remus asked to everyone present and effectively changing the subject.
"Why don't we go to Flourish and Blotts?" Hermione suggested.
Ron rolled his eyes. Nothing ever changes, Harry thought for a second before. Not caring where they went first he followed the others blindly.
Flourish and Blotts was crowded with students and their parents trying to get the appropriate text books for the upcoming school year. He could feel the stares and heard the whispers as he passed but ignored them and quickly paid for the books he needed. He and Remus exited the shop and waited outside for the others. He only prayed that he wouldn't run into Draco Malfoy. If ferret face showed up he wasn't to sure he would be able to stop himself from cursing the arrogant bastard into oblivion.
After noticing that Harry and Remus had already left, the others soon exited the shop and they proceeded on to Madame Maulkins Robes for all occasions. Since Harry and Remus had already purchased enough robes they sat quietly in soft fluffy chairs while the others tried on several different robes. The shop wasn't as busy since most students hated having to stand around getting measured. They would make their selections and either have them delivered to their homes or pick them up at a later time. Since there was to be a Halloween and Yule Ball this year with the possibility of more, the girls were painstakingly trying on numerous robes commenting on the positive and negative attributes of each.
"This is bloody boring!" Ron whispered harshly leaning towards Harry. "You want to go to Quality Quidditch and check out the new brooms? I hear there's a new one just released that supposed to be better than anything ever made."
"No, I think I'll just sit here for a while and take a breather. You go on ahead." Harry said. He liked watching Ginny trying on the different robes and seeing her smile and laugh while doing it. He didn't want to spend the time with Ron whining about how he couldn't afford a new broom or whatever else his small brain could think up to complain about. No, this quiet observing was more to his liking. He heard Ron huff and not too soon after the bells from the entrance telling him Ron had left. Charlie, Bill and the Twins soon followed but Harry didn't move from his pleasant spot.
He went back to silently enjoying Ginny parade before him showing each new robe she tried on. Hermione was doing the same but he only barely acknowledged her attempts to get him to comment on what she was wearing, there was no interest there at all. It almost seemed that they both were going to go through the entire shops selection. He nodded and grimaced with each showing, playing along until Ginny stepped out and took his breath away. She was wearing a long flowing silk gown that hugged tightly in the chest and midriff then flowed out generously to her feet. The excess fabric cascaded gently trailing behind her when she walked. The shimmering golden brown color brought out the brilliance of her eyes and flattered her skin color. Harry had trouble suppressing a gulp when he noticed that there was no back to the gown when she turned. Her smooth cream colored bare skin teased him and he wanted to reach out and caress her just to see if what he imagined her to feel like was real. The almost non existent sleeves hung suggestively at the tip of her shoulders and were tight fitting to her arms, suggestively revealing her freckled skin as the fabric was gathered together by a slight button every couple of inches or so along their length. The bodice was low cut exposing the curve of her breasts in a demure way. He could not take his eyes off her and was struggling to maintain control of his raging hormones. He had never reacted this way to any other girl, even Cho Chang had never done this to him. He was grateful when the voice of Madam Maulkin interrupted his thoughts.
"Oh dear, I do believe that one is perfect for you" she said clapping her hands together in front of her mouth in obvious delight.
"How much?" asked Molly Weasley in a purely business tone even though her eyes showed how much she agreed with the lady.
Harry noticed this and winced at the thought that Ginny wouldn't be able to afford such a gown. Before the price could be stated however, Hermione came out looking radiant in a gossamer blue gown and all three women turned to rave complements about how she looked. Harry didn't miss the quick glance Ginny took and the price tag hanging off the robe she was wearing. Nor did he miss the silent look the girls exchanged before sadly returning to the changing rooms to take the gowns off.
As soon as the girls left Molly Weasley returned to the racks in obvious pain that she couldn't afford such a beautiful gown for her only daughter. Harry of course noticed this too and his mouth turned up into a devious smile as an idea came to mind. Without attracting attention he made his way over to Madame Maulkin and leaned closer to her.
"Madame Maulkin I would like you to do me a favor please." Harry whispered conspiratorially.
"How may I help Mr. Potter?" she asked.
"That dress that Miss Weasley had on, I know she won't buy it but you and I both know it was the best. Could you possibly wrap it up for her? I will pay the difference plus a little extra for your help."
"I would be honored Mr. Potter. She looked like an angel in that dress. I could almost imagine it was made specifically for her."
"Please don't let anyone know about it though. If you let me there is a charm I could place on the dress to make it look like the one she purchases until the ball." He stated suggestively.
Madame Maulkin shot him a glance that said she had never heard of such a thing but in the end agreed to let him do it. Finally the girls found dresses that they could afford and looked nice on them, but not as nice as the others. It was apparent that they were disappointed but Harry was busy enough suppressing his mirth at the thought of what Ginny would discover herself wearing when it came time for the ball. He was definitely looking forward to it. Madame Maulkin said they could pick up the dresses in two hours and they all left to catch up with the others.
"Oh, I'll be right back I forgot my package. Go on ahead and I'll meet up with you at Quality Quidditch." Harry said as he ducked back into the store. Making sure no one was around he quickly performed the charm on Ginny's robes. Madame Maulkin was impressed and gleefully shook Harry's hand stating what a gentlemen he was. Harry thanked her and quickly ran out to catch up with the group in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies.
Looking into the store display window he found that he didn't feel the same excited rush he had once felt for Quidditch. Sure he was excited about flying on his broom again, if he still had one. There was nothing like the exhilaration he felt when flying freely in the air, but Quidditch somehow didn't hold the same desire.
"Hey Harry!" Ron said shouting to him from the inside of the shop. "You gotta see this! It's the new Firebolt Extreme! Just released to the public!"
Harry made his way over to Ron. Looking at the broom all he could think about was his old Firebolt, the one Sirius had given him. He wondered what had happened to it while he was locked up. Anger rose up within him at the thought that they might have destroyed it like they did his photo album. Biting his lower lip he leaned forward pretending to study the sleek broom.
"Wonder how much something like that goes for?" Charlie asked also scrutinizing the broom.
"More than any of us can afford" Fred stated.
"I bet Harry could afford it. How 'bout it mate? You could get it for Quidditch this year." Ron said while slapping Harry on the back.
Harry stiffened at Ron's attempt at joking around. In the old days he wouldn't think anything of it. Now it was different, too different. Things weren't the same anymore and once again Harry wondered about his Firebolt, he also wondered about Ron's remark about him being able to afford it. Was his jealousy acting up again, was he trying to insinuate that he needed a new broom? If he was than that must mean that something happened to his old broom.
"No, I think I'll continue to use the Firebolt Sirius gave me." He said trying to catch any sign that would indicate what had happened to it.
All the Weasley's became very intent on locking their eyes with the Firebolt on display. This confirmed the fact in Harry's mind that something had indeed happened to his Firebolt. He felt the Ring of Draconus tingling once again and the warmth enveloping him allowing him to control the anger and hate building within him. Without another word and acting bored with the items around him, he made for the door of the shop not caring about leaving behind the people he was supposed to be with that day. He was halfway down Diagon Alley heading to the potions shop before he realized someone calling his name.
"Harry?...Harry!" Ginny shouted pulling on his arm finally catching up to him.
Harry swatted her arm away like an annoying bug, but she persisted and finally they stopped. Ginny noticed the calm features of his face but upon looking into his eyes could see the anger hidden there and its intensity scared her. Upon seeing this she knew something was wrong.
"Harry, what happened?"
Running a hand through his short hair, which curiously felt like a bristle brush, he dropped looked her straight in the eye. "Nothing, it's just hard getting use to big crowds again." Harry said. It wasn't a complete lie but he didn't want to talk about it.
"Harry, I saw the others eyeing that new Firebolt. I just figured it brought back some painful memories when you stormed out so quickly."
Harry stared at her, she had hit the nail on the head and hadn't even been involved in the conversation. How did she do that?
"It's okay Harry, I'm not sure what happened to your broom, but I could ask around for you if you'd like?"
Not knowing what to say he closed his eyes and nodded. They didn't have time for any further conversation as Remus and the rest of the group came trotting up to them.
"There you are Harry, we've been looking for you. Something the matter?" Remus asked concerned etched on his face. He knew something had happened in the Quidditch supply shop but was not paying attention when Harry had left. Seeing the silent pleas for him to drop the subject in Harry's eyes told him enough. "How about we all go to Fleureans for some ice cream?" He suggested before anyone could ask another question. Of course everyone agreed and they headed back up the street. Harry deciding this was the perfect opportunity for his 'other' business laid a hand on Remus's arm to hold him back.
"Follow me Moony and don't say anything yet."
Remus nodded and followed Harry in the opposite direction, back towards the Leaky Cauldron. When they were close and Harry started to turn into Knocturn Alley, Remus halted and grabbed Harry's robes.
"Harry what are you doing, you can't go down there!"
"Unfortunately Moony I am. A couple of shops down is all. You'll see, it won't be that bad, but you better keep an eye out."
"You're kidding right? Harry it's too dangerous, a lot of dark arts business is conducted down there."
"Yes, but there are other shops that don't deal in that at all. Some of the owners just can't afford better accommodations. They're no worse or better than those on Diagon Alley. Plus it's the only shop of its kind around. Come on it won't take long."
"Harry if anyone sees us down there, they'll think we're up to something."
"Well, then they would be correct in their assumptions. I am up to something."
"Harry you know what I mean. They'll think…"
"Moony, right now I could care less what everyone thinks. I've given up on worrying about it. It's not worth the effort. I'm a big boy now and can take care of myself, and because I can I'm going to do what I please. Now are you coming or not?"
"I better go with you to keep you out of trouble. Now will you please tell me what we're doing?"
"Sure just follow me" Harry said and walked quickly into Knockturn Alley. Just as Harry had mentioned he stopped in front of a dingy blackened doorway with a sign overhead that read "MAURY'S MAGNIFICENT MAGICAL MUSES". Remus placed another restraining hand on Harry's shoulder but he shrugged it off. "You can either wait for me here or come inside." And Harry pushed the door open.
Inside, the shop was magically expanded and was neat and very clean. Pictures danced on the walls as if someone had gone artistically crazy. Remus had no idea what this place was supposed to be and followed Harry dumbly over to a display case that had all sorts of small earrings and other weirdly shaped jewelry. A small but strong bald man came out of the back of the shop and approached them.
"What do ya want?" he asked gruffly. He had a lower voice then anyone could imagine considering his looks.
"I'm here for a couple of things." Harry stated unflinching before the man. "First a magical tattoo, that wolf claw ear piece and something special. Have you ever heard of scale grafting?"
The mans eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when Harry mentioned that last part. It was an ancient and very rare type of body art that not too many people ventured into. Besides the fact that it was expensive, it was very painful. He had only done one himself since being taught the procedure. It was easy and quick but very permanent and you could never tell how someone would react. The old mystic that had taught him the procedure loved to tell him stories of the old tribes where the culture had come from and how some people wound up crazy or dead. This boy was either very stupid or had a lot of money to waste, or both.
"I see you have," Harry continued after using a little legilimency. "Well I have brought my own scales which I would like you to use. They are from a Black Hungarian Horntail. I would like them carved into the shape of dragons, one for each arm please."
"An what 'bout 'at tattoo ya mentioned, what its gonna be?" the bald man asked. Meanwhile Remus was trying to steady himself. He couldn't stop Harry but he knew he would be in for it from everyone when they found out. He was trying to reason out why Harry wanted this done to his body when he caught Harry disappearing into the back of the shop. Feeling like a bit of fresh air was needed he left the shop. After taking in the darkening atmosphere he quickly changed his mind and re-entered waiting impatiently. It wasn't that he was scared but it wasn't a good idea to attract attention to himself.
Meanwhile Ginny had noticed that Remus and Harry had fallen back from the group and made a quick decision to go after them. She wasn't about to let them mysteriously disappear on her again. She could see them arguing near the Leaky Cauldron now but then they headed off into a nearby alley. Without thinking she followed at a discreet distance, not wanting to be seen. Catching sight of the shop they entered she waited impatiently for them to finish whatever they were doing and exit. Minutes ticked by and still they remained within the shop. Taking a nervous look around the dim alley realization struck and fear began to rise. What could they possibly be doing in Knockturn Alley. A cat skidded out from behind a group of ragged boxes screeching as it went and made Ginny jump. That was all the attention the denizens of the alley needed to know that she didn't belong there. Several eyed her evilly and Ginny watched in horror as they stalked closer to her. Eyeing her up and down as if she were something precious they could bargain off she became frantic. An old hag with stringy black hair and warts all over her face looking like a magical experiment had gone wrong reached out a boney hand to poke Ginny in the shoulder and she flinched away from the unwanted touch. More creepy darkly ill clad individuals crawled out from their hiding places in the alley to slowly encircle her. Ginny couldn't think anymore, she screamed as loud as she could and kept screaming as they moved closer and closer.
Harry had just described his tattoo to the bald man when he heard a scream. It was a very familiar sound and he stood up abruptly.
"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere" He said whipping his robe around him and heading out of the shop. He saw Remus who was looking grim. "So you noticed too?" Harry asked grimacing.
"I think it's Ginny"
"Yeah it is, stay here Remus in case I need back up."
"But Harry.."
"No, please, just do as I say, I don't have time to argue. Plus I need you to keep an eye on Igor over there so he can finish this." He said jabbing a finger in the bald mans direction.
Stepping out of the shop Harry immediately discerned the source of the problem. A little up the street, about 8 unknown black robed miscreants were swarming around Ginny. They poked and prodded her like some freak show exhibit. Ginny had no where to go and the intense fear that showed on her face enraged Harry. Lifting his arms into the air he sent out 8 beams of bright white light that bound Ginny's tormentors and pulled them back away from her like they were puppets. Harry left them bound and strode purposefully forward until he stood right next to a shaking Ginny.
"Ginny?" he whispered trying to control the hardness in his voice.
"H-H-Harry?" she asked shakily looking up with an ashen face, before flinging her trembling arms around him.
"Oh Harry, I was so scared, there were just too many of them. I f-froze!"
"SShhh! Come with me Ginny, you'll be okay." Harry wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders and led her back to the tattoo parlor. Once inside she seemed to calm down a bit and upon seeing Remus she relaxed even more.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I would ask you the same thing Ginny," Harry replied with a raise of his eyebrow.
"Well I saw you two sneaking off and decided to follow you. If I had known you were coming down here…well….I.."
"What would you have done Ginny?" Remus asked chuckling as the once timid scared young lady was now fuming with indignant anger.
Ignoring Remus she turned on Harry and if he hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation he would have laughed outright at her show of anger. She reminded him very much of Mrs. Weasley throwing a rant at the twins.
Ginny didn't miss the glint of humor that shown in Harry's eyes and the twitch that he was fighting at the corner of his mouth. Only feeding her anger she thrust her fists onto her hips and narrowed her eyes even more.
"You better start explaining Harry."
Harry shrugged and turned around to walk into the back room where the bald man was waiting. Poking his head around the doorframe he taunted her. "Why don't you come and see?"
Stomping her foot, and huffing loudly she stormed into the back room ignoring the laughter filling the room from Remus.
"What's this…." Ginny stopped upon seeing a bare-chested Harry sitting on a bench in the middle of the room. His muscles were very well developed and she wanted to reach out and run her hands along their contours. Shaking herself and remembering she was mad at Harry she forced herself to look anywhere but at Harry's chest. A bald short man sat behind Harry on a stool intently studying Harry's back. Ginny looked at him quizzically.
"It's a tattoo Gin. He'll been done shortly if you want to see it."
"What in Merlin's name do you want a tattoo for?"
"Oh I have many reasons,"
"Harry answer the question." Ginny insisted.
"Well for one it's a reminder of Sirius."
"Oh, Well what is it?"
"Wait and see, I think you'll like it."
"I'm not sure about that Harry. I can't see any reason for marking your body like that."
"Than you're definitely not going to like the next bit. If you want you can wait outside with Remus, I'm sure he'll enjoy the company."
"Fine, I'll just do that then…" Ginny nearly shouted and turned on her heal to leave.
30 minutes later Harry was biting his lips trying not to scream out of the pain his arms were in. The scale grafting while done quickly still hurt significantly as they had to literally be fused to his skin. Maury, as he had learned the bald mans name, warned him to keep them bandaged for 3 days. He had to change the dressings twice a day and apply a special salve over the scales for a week to keep them moist and supple. Beyond that time Maury said that if he needed more salve or anything else was needed or any problems arose to owl him. The ear piercing was the least painful of the three and he barely noticed it due to the pain in his arms. Finally finished, Maury had Harry stand in a three way mirror that allowed him to see his tattoo and the dragons on his arm.
The tattoo normally was just a large pawprint, one that Padfoot would have left behind on the ground. Its magical qualities would show every once in a while by breaking up the large paw print and turning into four little ones that would walk across his back in different patterns. It looked like an invisible miniature dog was roaming there leaving muddy footprints behind. He was pleased as it definitely reminded him of Sirius and he felt a small connection to him.
The scale grafts were intricately carved dragons that encircled each of his upper arms. When they were still it would appear just like his ring, as if the dragons were biting their own tails. Maury assured him however that this might change as the magic inherent in the scales would show itself in some way. Harry could only imagine how that would be. The dragons looked like regular black specially designed arm bands; however these would never come off, hence the grafting part. If he grew bigger they would also grow. He was greatly impressed by them and was almost giddy with excitement to see what they would do.
His wolf claw was just the icing on the cake, as the muggle saying goes. It was black with silver streaks where there was fur. Four sharp claws curled around the middle of his earlobe and punctured the cartilage securing the claw to his ear. It wasn't large but it was very obvious considering he no longer had hair to hide it. Mrs. Weasley would throw a fit upon seeing it. Well he could always change his hair to cover it, but that wasn't the point. He wanted people to see it. If they were going to continually stare and whisper about him he might as well give them something to actually talk about. Maybe for just once they would look at something other than his unique curse scar. Feeling rebellious he left his shirt and cloak off while he sought out Remus and Ginny's opinion. Even though he didn't care what others thought, with those two it mattered.
Walking out into the main area he saw Remus and Ginny deep in conversation, so he snuck up on them.
"What cha talking about?" He laughed as both Remus and Ginny nearly toppled out of their chairs.
Ginny eyed him critically taking in first his earring then traveling down his chest. When her eyes saw the scales they bulged. "What are those?" she shouted pointing to one of his arms.
"That Gin, is a scale graft. I have found I am particularly fond of dragons and well…there they are. What do you think Moony?"
"Harry…I…never…thought it was something like that!" He said flabbergasted with the sight before him.
"Well let's see the tattoo then." Ginny said with pursed lips.
Harry turned around and was happy when he heard the gasps as he felt the tattoo come alive and walk across his back. Harry turned back around after several minutes and saw the blank look on Remus face. "What is it Moony?" Harry asked afraid he might have gone too far.
"Is that…Padfoot?"
"Yes" Harry replied somberly.
"Well I can't go against the tattoo as I have one too. All the marauders got one, but those scales Harry. I just don't know. What are they suppose to do?"
"Dunno." Harry said shrugging. "Maury says in time they might do all sorts of things. I'll just have to wait and see."
"Oh this is just…. I can't believe you Harry! What will everyone think?" Ginny shouted and began to pacing nervously around the room.
Harry's anger rose. "As I told Remus earlier Ginny, I don't give a damn what everyone else thinks. I did this for myself. It felt like the right thing to do and I did it."
"Harry but don't you think some day you'll regret it?"
"NO!"
"Okay, calm down Harry. I just don't know. I have to admit that I like the earring and the tattoo, but.."
"I think we should be getting back. I'm sure everyone will be frantic that we snuck off on them again." Harry said barely moving his mouth and quickly had Maury bandage his arms before cautiously putting his shirt and robes back on, wincing slightly as he had to move his arms.
"Remember kid what I told ya about them bandages and that salve. It'd be easier to have someone help ya with that, maybe that spirited gal yonder?"
"That's none your business. Thank you for your work, I'll owl if I need anything." Shaking Maury's hand he paid and left the shop with a sniggering Remus and irate Ginny. He ignored them both until they met up with the Weasley's and Hermione at Eyelops Owl Emporium.
"Oh Harry dear, we were wondering where you had gone." Mrs. Weasley scolded. Harry could tell she was very upset with him but didn't know how far she could go now. "Ginny! You scared the life out of me! I will not have you running off on me like that! You are in big trouble young lady, and we'll be discussing this later. We only have a few more things to pick up and then everyone is going home."
"Mum…" Ginny whined but was interrupted.
"There will be none of that Genevra Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley shouted with her hands on her hips and that look. Again Harry fought to maintain a serious expression.
"FINE! Harry here can get away with earrings and tattoos and… and… but me. Ah… forbid I just follow to make sure he's alright! None of you even noticed he was gone! If I didn't know better I'd say you all went around the bend!"
Mrs. Weasley as if noticing Harry for the first time looked directly at his rather obvious earring and raised a hand to her mouth to cover her exclamation of shock. "Harry how could you?" she questioned.
Harry only shrugged and walked over to the counter to ask for some owl treats before remembering that he didn't even know where Hedwig was. He hadn't seen his snowy white friend since that night and wondered if she was alright. Shaking his head of the thoughts he turned to find Remus. Remus was not in the shop so he went out into the alley and found him sitting on a bench next to the shop.
"Hey Moony."
"How'd it go Harry?"
"You know." He replied blandly.
"I would've expected Molly to be screaming her disapproval by now." Remus said glancing once again at Harry's ear.
"Yeah, well I don't think they know how to act around me now. It's pretty awkward for everyone. I think we should just go. We'll see them at the station in a couple of days anyway."
"Well let's just say goodbye. I don't feel comfortable just leaving, we've done that enough today."
"Okay."
After saying a few short goodbyes, minus the usual hugs, Harry found that he missed that closeness. It was still uncomfortable for him to be around his former friends but each time got a little easier as long as they weren't prodding and questioning him. He only hoped that there was enough between them all to move beyond this point. He would take it slow. He watched them closely and he saw that they were really trying but were they all trying to hard? No, it was bound to be hard at first and if they didn't try there was nothing to hold them all together. He still wondered about Ron. Something besides the normal tension was there, but he couldn't place it. He knew Ron's jealousy was pretty powerful. Harry didn't want that to get in the way of his plans.
That night Harry sat down in the living room with the history book he had taken from his vault and began reading. As it was not the same history about goblin rebellions that Professor Binns taught in History of magic, he found it very interesting. It wasn't written by the goblins but from a third point of view. A very enlightening examination of the faults, fallacies and attributes of all sides in the conflicts was discussed in depth. Harry could see why the goblins continuously rebelled and how the wizarding world kept trying to keep them controlled but neither side was willing to go beyond the these obvious petty matters. It was really quite simple after all, a never-ending circle of oppression and rebellion. If they could only take the time to talk it out both sides would see that they were all trying to achieve the same goal.
Harry was reading quickly now that he found it fascinating when Remus came in. "You know Harry; never thought I'd see the day when I'd see you actually interested in what you were reading. Hermione would be proud."
"Shut it Moony." Harry said warning him not to push it.
"What are you reading anyway?"
"It's that book we found in the vault, the one about goblin history." Harry said not taking his attention away from the book.
"Oh, do you think I could take a look at it?"
"Yeah sure, when I'm done."
"Well, since your obvious not in the mood for talking, I'm going to head up early. Long day."
"Sure Moony."
"Don't stay up too long Harry." Remus said ruffling the top of Harry's head.
Harry enjoyed Remus's attempt to ruffle his hair. There were benefits to not having enough hair to make any messier when he did that. He was also comforted by Remus's fatherly attention, even though the man didn't know he was doing it. It felt more natural and meant more to him than others who had tried to force it. Musing over these thoughts he continued to read into the night not realizing the time.
Remus woke the next morning and went to check on Harry but didn't find him in his bed. He was worried but realized Harry could be just about anywhere doing anything so he held it in check until he searched the rest of the house or the river where he liked to workout. He was only slightly surprised to see Harry curled up on the couch sleeping soundly with the book he had been reading lying open on his chest, and wondered how he could of missed him on his initial search. Picking up the book he noticed that Harry had nearly finished it. It must be very interesting for Harry to have almost gone through the entire thing Remus speculated. Setting the book down on a side table he summoned an afghan and spread it over the sleeping form. He would let Harry sleep as late as he wanted today since there were no special plans. He only hoped that they could have a nice simple day together before they both returned to Hogwarts for the year.
