Disclaimer: If ye know of Harry Potter, then ye know I don't own it- I'm male. Seemplz.

TRUNKING

"That's brilliant, Jupiter! I was wondering if there was another way! You say that artefacts are stored there? What kinds?"

'Many kinds, my Lord. Enchanted weapons, tools, art, famous jewels and diaries… Anything that the Aged One thought interesting. He did not deem them worthy of his vault, for anyone could use these if they bested me.'

"Right, then! And Jupiter- I'm taking you with me!"

Harry walked along the secret tunnel towards Ragnok's study. As he approached the door, he heard a quiet exchange.

"Ragnok, I demand compensation! That man has prevented me from having another child! Not even the best of St. Mungos' staff could treat me! I demand to know who he is!"

Harry grinned as he heard Malfoy's dulcet tones. He quickly altered his features again into the chubby-cheeked bruiser from earlier, and cast a Notice-Me-Not on the secret door and himself. Before he could open the door however, Ragnok spoke.

"Mr. Malfoy, as you very well know, I cannot divulge the identity of anyone who does not wish to be revealed. You should know- you've tried to over-turn that rule often enough. I will not reveal that man's vault numbers or contact him on behalf of yourself- I thought wizards could do anything?" The slightly sarcastic tone was obviously lost on the inbred pureblood, who growled.

"If you won't give it to me willingly, then. Im-" Harry quickly opened the door and slipped inside. He drew up behind Malfoy Sr. and released the Notice-Me-Nots. Before Malfoy could utter the rest of Unforgivable, Harry gripped the man's neck, and pulled.

With a swift cracking sound, the man's neck twisted away from his body, and flopped at a nasty angle. Even the bloodthirsty goblin in front of him flinched. Harry tapped Malfoy with his wand, and sent him to Knockturn Alley.

"And how are you, today, Ragnok, all going well?" Harry chuckled as the goblin's eyes bugged out, and he turned for the door.

"My Lord, you are wearing the ring, as I asked?"

"Yes, Ragnok, I am. I take it that the summoning runes are for goblins, when I am in danger?" Ragnok nodded.

"Then I will use it sparingly- anything that poses a danger to me would probably rip them apart."

The old goblin paled slightly, and allowed Harry to leave without further question.


Once out onto Diagon Alley, Harry looked around. He thought about what he needed, and then what he wanted, making a mental list. First stop, Jupiter, is Funky Trunks, I think and then Ollivander's for a better wand. What do you think? Harry asked.

'My Lord, perhaps you had better visit this 'trunk shop' I see in your mind, it would be of great use in storing your no doubt sizable purchases?' Jupiter replied.

Good idea!

With that, Harry turned around and took the left turning past Gringotts. This eventually led to a dead end, with some dirty shop-fronts. Amongst the seedy bars and wizarding cafés, was a lone shop- Funky Trunks. Harry ambled on towards it, ignoring the heckling from some already-drunk patrons of the nearest bar- he could smell Firewhiskey all the way over where he was. He casually wondered how they willingly got drunk this early in the morning. Jupiter flew off to the rooftops to save Harry explaining his presence, probably to hunt some pigeons. He reached the door to the shop, and stepped inside.


In the dim light of the shop, Harry, for an instant, thought that the walls were made of trunks. Then, common sense took over, and he realised that they were just stacked to the ceiling. Weird. At the counter, sat a rough-looking elderly gentleman who wore sunglasses over obviously bloodshot eyes. Must have a hangover, thought Harry. He walked up to the man, and spoke softly. Nest to stay on his good side.

"Excuse me, I would like to but a trunk. Are there any you could suggest for me?" The man looked extremely grateful for his consideration. He whispered back.

"Well, I suppose you would want to start with the cheapest, then?" He eyed Harry's clothes, which were the remnants of Dudley's old shirt and jeans.

"No, I would like to see your best. I've come into some money, so I'd like to get the best before it goes, see." The old man's eyes lit up.

"Well then, I should think that the Hold-All Chest would be a good start. Let me see, now…" He started to flip through a massive a catalogue. "Ah, yes. The Hold-All Chest is made of rosewood- very nice! The hinges and clasps are goblin-forged steel- no breakages, and no ownership-problems! The lock allows access to the three compartments, all of which measure up to a metre squared each." The old man was obviously very happy with the trunk, as he seemed to forget his hangover.

"I think not, sir. I need far more space than that, and many more compartments. Have you nothing better? There are other shops I can go, to, of course…" Harry knew the old man would hate to let a customer go so easily, hence the pretence.

"Oh! Well, if that's the case, sir, if you'll be excusing the pun, there is also the Classic Hogwarts Trunk? No? Well, there is one other, sir… But it's very expensive, see, and there are only five in the collection…" Harry looked back at the man, and fished into his Moneybag. He casually let the Galleons in his grasp clink back into the pouch.

"Uh, right. Follow me, if you would sir." The old man began to hobble to the back of the shop, and a dark curtain. Following, Harry wondered why he didn't just offer the most expensive first. He heard Jupiter's thought from outside.

'My Lord, perhaps the price would scare away potential customers?'

Aye, that must be it. Thank you, Jupiter.

The old man turned back just before the curtain, and said, "These are my finest creations- I made myself bankrupt making these, but the beauty of them! Ah! Like nothing else, I tell you!" With that, the old man swept aside the curtain.

Inside the back room, on five padded pedestals, were five large trunks. There was a blank metal plate on top of each, presumably for names, and the wood used was like no other- it was bone-white, with small patches of pale red blossoming into existence every now and then. The lock on the front was so intricate, it seemed to defy logic at first glance. Harry looked at the old man, who was gazing adoringly at the five masterpieces. He spoke softly, then.

"I would greatly appreciate it if you did not touch, sir. They react to the magic of the owner, see. It's the wood, I think. The wood itself cost the better part of half my savings- nearly three thousand Galleons all told! The locks are my own design, not even the goblins could break into the lock! Of course, I sold the design to them to pay for the rest of the chests construction. Each chest has as many compartments as needed, and I can charm them for you if you'd like. This room is under the Fidelius, you know. As soon as you leave, you will forget it exists. So no stealing!" The old man had a jealous glint in his eye then.

"How much, sir, would you ask for them, then? They are exactly what I need!" The old man stood stock still.

"Them? As in, all five?! You cannot be serious, boy! These bankrupted me building them, you can't expect to buy all five!" The old man was basically hopping on the spot, unsure of whether to be amazed or pissed.

"Yes, all five. I reckon I can afford them easily- I bet it won't even dent my accounts. I'll give you… my pet dragon, if I can't afford it!"

"Deal!" The two clasped hands, as a band of fire weaved around them, bind their oath. The old man smirked, and licked his lips.

"Each chest would cost you thirty thousand Galleons, and all five would set you back one hundred and fifty thousand Galleons- not even the Malfoys can spend that much at once!" The old man smirked in anticipation- dragons were valuable beasts, nowadays. He rubbed his hands together in greed. He did not, however, expect Harry's reaction.

"Shall we make it two hundred thousand, and no one needs to know these ever existed. Deal?" Harry withdrew a bank slip from the pouch of Money Monies, and started filling it out. "Oh, what's your name, I'll need to address this to your vault." Harry smirked inwardly as the old man gaped at his latest customer.

"I- I- I don't understand. How- Who are you?"

"A man who recently became very, very rich, and simply wants the best. Name?"

"Uh… Mynar Volkner… Vault 12,896. You actually… You have…" The man was speechless in awe at the sum of money about to be deposited into his vault- he could pay off his debts, buy a proper house, eat proper food! He jumped for joy when he thought of his children's reactions.

"Now, Mr. Volkner, I rather believe that you lost our bet. Now, it's time for my prize!" Harry grinned ferally, as he looked at the old man. "I would like you to charm the compartments I set up for me, please." The man's reaction was classic! He slumped in relief, he half expected to have to hand back all of that gold.

"Of course, sir! Anything!"


Harry left Funky Trunks with five imprinted chests of a mysterious wood and design, charmed to perfection. He'd explore them later. As he walked back down the Alley, Jupiter swept back down to his shoulder.

'Bet me away on five wooden boxes, would ye my Lord? Is that all I am worth to you? Oh!' Jupiter's sound of alarm resonated in Harry's mind, making him wince. 'My Lord, that wood! That looks much like the wood of my homeland! Weirwood, famous for its connection to the old gods. However did it come here?'

Harry was surprised- he could feel the different timbre of magic flowing through it, but now he understood the otherness- it wasn't of this world. As he walked towards Ollivander's, Harry thought about what he needed to buy still. Clothes, first and foremost, after I've found a way to carry my weapons on me unseen. Then, some food, and after that, books, books, books, and maybe some accessories.

He smirked as he lightly pushed open the door to Ollivander's. The bell rang, and Harry closed the door.

"Ah, Mr. Potter! Eleven inches, holly, nicely supple. Phoenix feather core… How fares your wand, Mr. Potter? Not in need of another one, are you?" Mr. Ollivander looked somewhat nervous at that, for some reason.

"My wand is fine, Mr. Ollivander. I was wondering about a new one, if possible. You know why, I am sure. Priori Incantatem. The Brother-Wand Effect. I need to stop it from happening again." Ollivander's face fell. Harry wasn't concerned that Ollivander knew it was him- the old man could likely fell magic on a base level, after living as long as he had.

"I am afraid, Harry, that a wizard may only have one wand. Wizengamot legislation, I'm afraid. If they knew…" Harry was worried. He needed a different wand to beat Voldemort, that he knew for certain.

"Mr. Ollivander, I know that you would be shut down, but please, think! It's either me, or Voldemort who will come looking for a new wand. Who would you prefer?"

Ollivander blanched at that.

"I thought so. Shall we begin?"


After approximately fifty wands, Harry was losing his patience.

"Are there no special ones, sir? I have things to do!" Ollivander was excited at the challenge, no matter the consequences should the Ministry find out.

"Ah, but Harry! Have you no sense of fun? What a challenge this is! There are several wands that could be considered as more powerful, made of rarer materials. But these require a magical core to rival even Merlin's to use! I can test you, of course, but… I don't see why not." Ollivander could see Harry chafing at waiting this long. More than an hour had passed since he entered the dark shop. He led Harry over to a small niche, pointing at the other side of the target, and said,

"Right, Mr. Potter! Cast a simple spell, such as the Levitation spell or Stupefy, at this target. Make it as strong as possible, please!" The old man could barely contain his excitement.

Harry thought about the damage he'd cause if he used all his might in one spell… "Sir, I will need a vow of silence in this matter, especially from Dumbledore. I cannot be revealed this early." To hell with it. He doesn't know what I can do! I don't want to level Diagon Alley, anyway. I haven't finished shopping!


A/N: Things will speed up soon, I promise, I think it's some kind of Fanfic staple that the beginnings are slow.

On a separate note, would people be interested in the other things I've been dabbling in, in my off-time? An inFAMOUSxMass Effect crossover, another HP crossed with something special, and a HPxStar Wars. Let me know, pleeeeease? [].[]


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