Disclaimer- first chapter
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Previously in the last chapter
"I am doing fine thank you but we are late, for shopping now. So if you can excuse me." Ceidhli took away her hand and began to circle him to leave. Not saying her name, Bill did notice but couldn't do anything to stop her really.
"I am sorry but I noticed that you were talking to Rognok the Head manager. Which is very shocking, I mean he is rarely seen outside of his office. Do you know him?"
"I know him very well actually. He is a great friend of my family and he called me to London to deal with some family issues." Ceidhli said looking Bill in the eyes, the best she could anyway because of the fact that she was wearing sunglasses, and Bill couldn't see her eyes.
"So excuse Mr. Weasley once again, but my nephews and I would like to leave." Ceidhli quickly left Bill's side and walked out the doors of Gringotts followed closely by Harry and Ron.
"Well boys lets go shopping." Ceidhli said looking out into Diagon Alley.
Chapter nine
Shopping in Diagon Alley
"Where to first?" Ceidhli asked looking at Harry and Ron, who in turned looked at each other and said in one voice.
"Quidditch shop."
"Oh joy," Ceidhli said sarcastically, together the three walked towards the Quidditch shop, Ceidhli little slower than the boys.
"Come one Ceidhli I want to check out the brooms." Ron said as he grabbed one of her arms and began to drag her along like a child would do with his or her mother, when he or she sees something he or she wants. Harry quickly took her other hand and they rushed to reach the shop, pulling Ceidhli between the two of them.
When they entered the shop, both Harry and Ron took a deep breath and smiled joyfully at the sight of the brooms and Quidditch merchandise that was in front of them. They didn't realize that they had let go of Ceidhli's hand and she had stopped.
"Okay boys this is as far as I go." Ceidhli said at the doorway. Harry and Ron turned and were about to open their mouths to argue when Ceidhli held out her hands to stop them she didn't want to hear their arguments.
"You guys are to get custom made brooms for yourselves. Please make sure they are fast durable and other good junk that you can think of. Give them some safety features, for the sake of argument when you talk with Minerva and Hermione. I want them made so you can have an advantage of the death Munchers if we are ever to go into a full head battle.
"Why?" Ron asked, excited about a custom broom but the need to know why they had to be custom, when Fire Bolts were still the best.
"The Death Munchers got Fire Bolts, I want you on something better so you will be able to fly better, then they can. Aerial attacks are the most efficient way to battle when there is a full steam battle ahead of us. Also you will be able to use them for you team, which you will be able to rub it in Malfoy's face.
"If I am still on the team, remember Umbridge gave me a life long ban last year."
"Don't worry Harry if that Umbitch's rules are still in place I' ll eat my hat. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall will totally let you back on the team." Ron said.
"Ron, mate you would eat your hat anyway." Harry said thinking about Ron's ever growing hunger for anything eatable. Ron looked insulted and made a face at Harry.
"Are you saying that I eat a lot?"
"Yep!" Harry said smiling innocently.
"Okay boys, I am going to Flourish and Blotts and buy you two some books." Ceidhli said moving away from the door slowly.
"Wait we are going to get homework from you." Ron cried not really wanting to do more work during their summer vacation.
"I don't do homework, its just reading, don't worry about it thought they will be good reading material. You will be reading them or else no real fun, you know curses hexes and sword play." Ceidhli said then she to leave and head towards Flourish and Blotts before turning around and stated.
"After you guys are finished come get me alright we have other stuff to do today. Use the pouches for each of your own brooms that's what they are there for, and get some other things that you think are important to protect yourselves with during a game or battle don't worry about the cost. Love you both." Then she was gone. Leaving two teenagers, two Quidditch loving boys in a Quidditch sop with unlimited spending money. They both grinned at each other and then ran to check out the equipment. Harry went right to the stuff for seekers and Ron went to the Keeper's section.
"Hey Harry can you hear me?"
"Yep what's up?"
"Do you thing I could get some pads?"
"She told us that she wants you to get anything to keep us safe, That does include pads. So yes, don't worry Ron. I think that she likes spending money on other people, its her way." Harry said thinking about last night shopping in Japan.
"Freaky, after getting the pads do you want to talk to the owner?" Ron asked and Harry nodded in yes and asked the question that was bugging him for awhile.
"Hey Ron, why aren't you more pissed about spending Ceidhli's money? Or just angry that she has money to burn."
Ron didn't say anything for a minute just though about the question, while looking at an arm pad for keeper's "I realize that she had to do stuff for her money. Think about what she is to the world Harry, Stuff that I might not be able to do no matter what age I am at I want to respect what she went through. Also she hired me to do some thing that I would do for free, respecting that I really need to work."
"What would you do for free?"
"Fighting with you. Fighting against the Death Eaters and You-Know-Who, to help protect you."
"You don't have to protect me I can take care of myself."
"Yes I know you can but I do need to try, you are my brother, my twin for all points and purpose. So you are stuck with me watching your back in battle. No matter how much we annoy each other or how rich you are I am going to deal with it all. Besides we lost a lot of time when I was fighting with you in fourth year and even fifth year was difficult. I am not letting anything come between us if I can help it again."
Harry blushed thinking about what Ron said, saying that they were brothers. "Ron?"
"Yeah Harry?"
"I think of you as my brother also." Ron smiled at that and they began searching for the stuff they wanted from each sections. All they while thinking up a story to tell the owner why they were getting custom made brooms.
After grabbing everything they needed and wanted off the shelves Harry and Ron went over to the checkout.
"Excuse me, I am sorry to bother you, but we would like to be able to talk to the shop owner for a moment about a purchase." Harry asked the teenage girl at the register who was blushing as Harry talked to her and then giggled quietly while nodding.
"Yes, if you want to wait a moment, I will go get him." She looked at both Harry and Ron checking them out twice while blushing a bright red and then quickly walked away towards the back of the shop, where the sign said 'employee only'.
"That usually doesn't happen to us." Ron stated watching the girl leave confused about her giggling and blushing.
"Ceidhli said it's because of the clothes that we wear, and something about the mystery that the sunglasses gives off to women and girls. I really wasn't paying that much attention to her explanation." Harry said. "Hey the owner is coming around."
An older man about fifty years old came up to them and held out his hand. " Hello I am the manager and owner, Mr. Sweep. May I help you gentlemen with something? Was there a problem with your experience here?"
"No sir, nothing like that, you see our aunt has decided that because of our OWLS results were very good. . ."
"We didn't fail any subjects." Ron said proudly interrupting Harry's explanation that they thought of while shopping for pads earlier.
"she is letting us get a custom made broom each." Harry said finishing up, "and we were hoping that you could help us out. We don't know what to do to go about getting one."
The man looked shocked for a moment and said, "custom made brooms are very expensive more so than even the Fire Bolt. Are you sure that this is what she wanted." Rarely does he have such an account it would make hi monthly projections in an hour.
"She really thought that we were going to fail a couple of the major subjects." Ron said with a smile, that the girl giggled at. "She feels really guilty about hat so we are milking it for everything that its worth." Harry nodded in agreement and added an impish smile to it, the register girl ate it up.
"I thought the OWL results came later in the summer, mid July at the earliest?" the man commented looking at them both strangely and not very trust worthy. The threat of Death Eaters made him suspicious of any strangers.
"We moved here from South Africa, and they had to give them to us and our sister as a favor to our aunt," Ron said nonchalantly, acting like it wasn't a big deal.
"Where's your sister?" Mr. Sweep asked looking around the store for someone else.
"Not here, she doesn't do Quidditch like we do." Harry said thinking of Hermione and her ever continuing lectures on the 'evils' of Quidditch.
"Quite a shame," Ron said sadly. "She has an arm of a beater," thinking of third year when she slugged Malfoy in the face. Harry laughed thinking of the same moment, Hermione would be a great beater if not for her fear of flying.
"Alright if you two want to step into the back, we will get started." He motioned for them to follow him into the back where he came from, knowing that no death Eater would do into such detail and he could tell that they loved their sister.
"I don't make the brooms myself, you see I will send the form that you both will fill out, to the broom maker up north and he will make them for you. It will take at least two weeks or more, depending on what you want done. But by the end of the summer for sure."
They closed the door in the back and for the next thirty five minutes the three of them worked out some very cool brooms for Harry and Ron.
Gringotts Bank after Ceidhli, Harry and Ron left. . .
Bill quickly ran over to Griphook, the young goblin that was with the mysterious guests. Griphook liked the humans, including Bill a lot more than most of the other goblins did. He also seemed to tolerate the questions that Bill was always asking which was surprising.
"Hey Griphook how are you?" Bill asked looking at the smiling Goblin which was a completely surprise in itself.
"I am fine, great even Mr. Weasley. I am now the head of a new account, that is going to be very profitable for me and Gringotts."
"What or who is the new account for?" Bill asked knowing full well it was that woman's account it had to be.
"I am sorry Mr. Weasley but it is a high security account, no unauthorized personnel can deal with it. Which means only myself and Rognok can deal with the problems." Griphook said proud of the fact it was going to be a good move for the young goblin.
"Wow that is pretty amazing, I didn't know a human can have that options, when dealing with an account."
"It is something we normally don't give out to wizards, only a few special cases every couple of centuries have gotten it If I think about it now." Griphook said, "but I need to go now, have much to do for her there is a list that needs to get done. Thank you and goodbye." Griphook turned and walked away not realizing that he gave away the clue that Bill needed- that the holder of the account was a woman.
Bill walked quickly over towards his supervisor's office, Richards Henderson, knocking loudly and then going right in not waiting for a greeting Bill began talking. "Sir, do you mind if I leave for a while I will stay late if you need me to, to you know catch up. There is something I need to deal with."
Richard Henderson was about fifteen years Bill's senior but was blonde blue eyed man. "Sure Weasley we are caught up actually so I might not need you for an hour or so. But no longer than two hours you got me?" Richard said looking sternly but the look was lost when he winked and smirked at Bill. "Go have fun with your girl mate."
Bill hesitated for a moment wanting to say that Fleur was in Paris dealing with her mother but skipped it wanting to make sure he was actually able to still go. Bill said a quick tanks and left. He ran outside to see his quarry entering the Quidditch shop doorway, he ran over to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes or to many - WWW , the twin's new shop.
"FRED!" Bill cried out at one of the red headed twins, who was dealing with an unopened box. Ron was behind the counter, dealing with a customer. Both boys looked up concerned at what was the big problem now.
"Yes big brother? What can I do for you?" Fred asked calmly standing up seeing that Bill's wand not in his hand.
"Fire call Professor Dumbledore and tell him to get here now and to bring others. We might have a problem." Fred nodded and ran into the back room where the private fireplace was. Ron finished with the customer and quickly left the register to see what Bill was worried about. Ron saw the woman that created him along with Harry and the original Ron. He knew that he would find out what was happening later.
Bill stood at the doorway motioning for Ron to go back to work while he watch the woman stand in the doorway of the Quidditch shop speaking to someone inside, probably the two boys. He watched as she turned to the right taking two steps and turned back towards the boys who were now standing in the doorway said something else with a bright smile. Then she walked towards Flourish and Blotts. Bill watched both doors for about three minutes the Albus Dumbledore walked in from the backroom in bright purple robes. His eyes were twinkling yet they were filled with an unspoken tension and sadness, that was there since the end of the school year. Bill knew it was something to do with Harry. Next to him was Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall.
"Hello William, how are you today?" Albus asked looking at Bill who was about to answer when Snape opened his mouth.
"Lets cut this insane blabbing to later when I am gone. Why the bloody hell did you call us here Weasley to this. . ." Snape looked around the shop which was brightly colored walls, the air had a hint of joyful excitement in the air, "establishment." he finished the last word sounding as if the word had left a foul taste in his mouth. Both Bill and McGonagall rolled their eyes at the overly dramatic dark man.
"Today Gringotts got a new account. . ."
"A new account how exciting," Snape mumbled to no one specifically, Bill glared at him for his interruption.
"What was strange was that Rognok the head manager of the entire bank came down to speak to her- something that does not happen at all. Then Griphook a lower goblin was called in to their meeting. Now Griphook is the only other goblin that can touch the vault besides Rognok which means he himself is a very powerful goblin now. To have that kind of security is very expensive. No one knows who or what she is and no one not anyone that I talked to can remember some account opened to only one goblin and the manager, not even any of the Death Eaters. Griphook told me that it is something that only happens every couple of centuries to a select few and he couldn't even tell me who that vault is for, its that private, I couldn't even get a name." Bill said concluding why he called. Dumbledore thought for a moment going over everything that Bill had said and came to the same unspoken conclusion that Bill did- that this person could be very dangerous.
Dumbledore now looked worried, "it seems that we might have a new player in town, but who's side the player is on is the question we must answer and is the player dangerous to us."
Bill quickly describe the woman to them, surprising them all that it was a girl they were dealing with.
"There were two others with her. Tow young men I am thinking between the ages of 16 and 22 years old. I couldn't tell really because of what they were wearing. The two boys are in the Quidditch shop and haven't come out yet. But if they are teens I am not surprised. The woman went into Flourish and Blotts not even five minutes ago but I can't go in there or she may guess that I am trying to follow her or something else so that's why I called you. I didn't want the twins dealing with an unknown person or threat."
"Alright, stay here and watch the doors while we will see if we can tell what she is up to." Dumbledore said motioning to both Severus and Minerva to follow him towards the bookshop.
As Albus and the two professors entered the shop Mr. Blotts the owner quickly walked over to them, he was an old man in his early eighties who smiled when he saw his old friends Albus and Minerva come to visit.
"Albus my friend it has been to long since the last time I saw you. What brings you here today?" he asked happily. "A social call? Or the need for a new book to caught your fancy?"
"I am afraid that this isn't social call but order business. Did a woman come in here wearing muggle clothing, black pants a jacket and a red top." Albus asked thinking of the description that Bill gave them, he wasn't going to repeat the words hot babe to Mr. Blotts.
"Oh she came in alright. Now we have all the men in here except for my husband simply staring at her and following her around like they haven't eaten in years and she is a ten course meal. They are all making fools of themselves," said Mrs. Blotts walking over to her husband. " The only one who isn't making a fool out of himself is my husband."
"Well I must say she maybe beautiful but no one can hold a candle to you my love." Mr. Blotts said kissing he wife's weathered cheek. His eyes still shinning brightly with the love he has for her.
"Ah, a man in love, the sweetest thing the universe gave the female race," said a husky yet vibrant female interrupting them all. Everyone turned towards the voice. Snape had quickly placed a sneer on his lips but it was quickly dropped when he came face to face with what he thought was an angle. Her short blonde hair looked like silk and her face was heart shaped, perfect in his opinion the only thing he had a problem with was the colored glasses blocked her eyes. He continued to stare at her as she ignored him and began to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Blotts. He quickly grasped the idea of liking the muggle pants that she was wearing and the top she had on which was showing off pieces of her pale stomach and it screamed indecent and muggle no one wore clothes like this including muggle born witches and wizards because of the indecency but he loved it on her.
"I am really sorry to bother you and interrupt you but I am looking for some books that don't seem to be on your shelves." Ceidhli said as if she didn't know what they were talking about or simply didn't care that she was been talked about.
"What are they?" Mr. Blotts asked sounding and looking very professional if not for his red blushing face. Ceidhli would have joked with him but she took pity on the elderly man, she read his thoughts and he really loved his wife and thought she was prettier than Ceidhli and that was love.
"How They Came to Be: the dark Wizards of the Ages, I am not sure who wrote it but I will need three copies of it." Everyone seemed stunned by her choice of book. Rarely does anyone ask for that particular book for well over 60 years. "Also I only need one copy of Most Potent Potions."
"Those are an interesting choice may I ask why you would need them?" Albus asked thinking that he could get a lot of information out of her if he simply asked. Ceidhli turned to look at him even though the glasses were hiding her eyes Albus felt the stare all the way to his soul, it felt like what Fawkes always did to everyone. Slightly nodding to herself she decided to answer his question, he felt as if she weighted his soul and found it worthy to talk to him.
"I am getting How they came to Be because my nephews and niece need to know why their enemies became their enemies. This book is one of best unauthorized biographies we have. You can't fight someone without knowing the person's past. And even though these wizards in the book aren't around anymore, they can see and understand that the similarities between the dark wizards of the past and the Voldemort's childhood and teen years." Ceidhli explained watching all but Albus flinch at Voldemort's name. "It will teach them why they can't be like other people and mock anyone who is different because there are many consequences."
Albus nodded somberly then asked, "and the potion book?"
"My niece would like it," Ceidhli said simply and then turned to face Mr. Blotts waiting to see if they had the books. "So do you have them or not?"
"Yes we do but we keep them separate, along with the more valuable and dangerous books," he explained.
Ceidhli shook her head, "there is nothing dangerous about How They Came to Be."
"It teaches how to be dark." Mrs. Blotts said strongly, Ceidhli looked at her sadly.
"Have you ever read the book?" Ceidhli asked tilting her head looking directly at the woman.
"No but. . ."
"Then don't judge things by the title, wait and then read it. If you had ever read it you would have read that people aren't born dark no one ever is, but is made because humans are contempt and cynical beings towards each other. Who decides if something is going to be feared or to say that it is going to be evil or dark. Then who decides if it needs to be destroyed to supposedly protect themselves for it so the ones who are supposedly dark can only retaliate to protect themselves and grow to be darker in order to protect themselves, the darker the spells the harder the supposed light it is to fight back. The other way is when ambition is to much for them and they must grow harsher to survive the world they created for themselves. That is one of thinking who knows what the real reasons are, I am not one of the darker people so I can't tell you why the turned. Also you could be dealing with a group of sick individuals who simply enjoy causing pain and death.
Now please do you have the books or not? I have other books to get." Ceidhli asked Mr. Blotts while Mrs. Blotts and the three 'spies' were contemplating the information she spoke about. Mr. Blotts went quickly into the back to gather her four books for her.
"I guess I should read that book then," Mrs. Blotts said quietly looking at the woman in a new out look.
"You should and maybe you will be able to change the opinions people have in your shop about people you and they have been criticizing over the years."
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Blotts demanded, she never criticized people only the dark.
"Harry Potter." Ceidhli said simply and watched Mrs. Blotts slightly blush. Ceidhli scanned Mrs. Blotts thoughts and memories and decided to teach her a lesson.
"I don't know what you mean," even though she did but the boy was growing darker each year the newspaper said so.
"Ever since that reporter Rita Skeeter wrote about him and his friends being dark you and many other people who shop here have begun to believe what you read in that trash of a newspaper and then you spread it around to those who didn't read it. Not very fitting is it for someone who thought that the boys was a sweet kind young man. While you read this book, you will find that rumors are one of the things that wears down on a soul until there is nothing left but contempt for the world, for people in general. Most of the time it is older people dealing with this and not a teenager who is placed on a high pedestal and then pushed off repeatedly."
"Are you saying that Harry Potter is turning dark?" Mrs. Blotts asked, Albus and Minerva looked fearful at each other, there was a reason why Mrs. Blotts wasn't in the Order.
Ceidhli looked annoyed at the woman and then continued her speech. "No Mrs. Blotts I am saying that you are spreading rumors about a fifteen year boy who isn't even around to defend himself it isn't fair to the boy. From what I know about the boy he will never be dark, he has something that no dark wizard had in the past."
"And what is that?"
"Friends, who would die for him and he would for them." Ceidhli said simply and then smiled at Mr. Blotts who had returned with four large books bending slightly under the weight. She lifted the feather light and expanding basket she had to place the books in it. "Thank you." She bowed slightly to them all and then left for the stacks of books again leaving a confused group of people in her wake for different reasons.
"How does she know that about Harry?" Minerva asked Albus quietly.
"I don't think that she knows him personally but only what the world knows. She only sees him in a different light than the rest of the public does." Albus said thinking about her answers and how she finally made Mrs. Blotts think for herself.
"Excuse me can you please stop wasting time and help me?" said a snotty wizard that screamed pure blood fanatic, looking right at Mr. and Mrs. Blotts whom nodded at their three companions and left to customers again.
"Alright, Severus go find where she is and see if you can find more things about her." Albus said to Severus who nodded and walked off in the direction of where the blonde went to.
"Well my darling shall we go check out the transfiguration books." Minerva smiled and nodded and together they walked to the transfiguration sections of the bookstore to spend some time together and look at their favorite subject.