And here's the next chapter!
I really had some great ideas for this, not to mention the ideas Nate and I thought of for the time between the shopping trip and the train ride, so here it is a little early. As I said it will contain the rest of the shopping trip and will be – again – from Luxord's POV.
Also, here is a little spoiler; Ron will fake his friendship and Harry, unknowingly, gave him free access to his vaults by what the boy said in the last chapter. Those who can find the words that will allow Ron access will be allowed to pick one of Harry's friends and the first world Harry will travel too during the next summer break.
Okay, enjoy,

The Venquine
Co-author: Nate the Werehog

Chapter 14
Shopping and attention

Luxord's POV

It still makes Harry snicker ten minutes after our departure from Gringotts that we actually left our escort at the bank. But it's obvious by the man's actions – especially because I suspect him to have hired the 20 year old – that he is not to be trusted and I feel relieved that my Superior ordered me to come with him on this little shopping excursion.
The man would have, when left alone with Harry, surely convinced him to make the elder man the guardian over his money and who knows what would have happened then. I shudder at the thought of how quickly the man could have then robbed our little boy of his inheritance and other properties given to him by his family.

I then focus back on our trip and thank both Merlin and the Kingdom Hearts the Organization was trying to create for my photographic memory as I can clearly remember in what store we can buy our supplies. Still, I make sure we first have a delicious but healthy lunch at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, where I glare at anyone trying to look at my son's scar.
We then take to the shop right next to it and enter what is called Madame Mallekin's every Occasion Robes. A plump woman seems to work there and I quickly make sure to use the 100 extra Galleons I had taken from Harry's Vault myself – while Harry was reading the pamphlet – to buy us both a set of standard wizarding robes.
Harry also orders several sets of wizarding robes and signs a small cheque, stating to me that the rest of the Organization should also have these robes. I nod at my son, but remind myself to let one of my comrades take him cloth shopping in the Muggle world. We then pay for the school robes and leave the store.

Our next few stops go a lot quicker and the clerk at the Apothecary is kind enough to shrink our bags for us. But when we leave the store does Harry ask: "But how I am supposed to take all this to school?" And I quickly escort the boy into a Trunk and Backpack store. Harry smiles widely and we catch the attention of a working clerk.
He runs at us and asks: "Can I help you, fine sirs?" Instantly I realize this man's motives and ask: "What family do you work for?" And to my delight the man answers: "The Potter House, fine sir. A house that I work for even if it is without Lord." But Harry shows his scar and says loudly: "Not anymore it's not."

Making me smirk as Harry might be the last of the Potters, but I don't believe that automatically makes him a Potter Lord. Still the clerk takes a shocked step back and when I see his eyes dart to the window I summon a pack of cards, enlarge them and let them blind the front of the store.

The man looks shocked and I say calmly: "I do prefer to keep my son's privacy if you don't mind." The man whitens at the word son and bows to me before asking: "How can I help the Lords of Potter?" And Harry states: "I would like a multi-compartment trunk with a large living room enclosed along with some other rooms."
This makes me look at my son while the clerk gets a quill ink and parchment and he whispers: "Advice from Uncle Moony." I snicker and Harry quickly makes sure he has a large training room, a storage room for both potion ingredients and weaponry and a bed, bath, and study room installed in the trunk.
The clerk then tries to gain a high profit out of his own boss, but while my son had been ordering the rooms had I quickly checked the prices for all his rooms and had done some mental calculating. I sneer at the man and ask: "How much do you want us to pay to fully buy this store from your boss and fire you, fine sir?"

I say the last two words with heavy sarcasm and the man whitens before I show him the blank card I had used to write down my calculations and say: "You wanted to let my son pay you 276 Galleons out of a trunk that has a price of 134 Galleons. If these actions were taken so you could fill your own wallet, you're fired."
The man lowers his head, admitting his defeat and we shrink the trunk, the apothecary clerk having told us how to do so and my card magic actually extending to such spell work. Harry then lets the trunk be regrown and puts all of his supplies in the main compartment before I shrink it again and we leave the store.

Then Harry, suddenly feeling majorly excited, grabs my hand and shouts: "Come on, it's time for my wand!" I laugh at my son's enthusiasm and he actually seems to have the strength and agility to flawlessly let us weave through the busy crowd walking back and forth over the alley pavement without bumping into anyone else.
But at the old looking wand shop we walk straight at the door at the same time that someone seems to be coming out. Harry, being the excited teen that he is, is unable to stop running in time and launches himself straight in the arms of a tall young man who seems about 3 to 4 years older than him and who gets the wind blown out of him.
The teenager has slightly curly dark brown hair with a nicely curled fringe just above his large forehead and his wild-looking brown eyebrows accentuate his grey eyes that seem to twinkle as he makes sure my son doesn't fall. An older man then slaps the teenager on the shoulder with a large proud smile on his face and says:
"Nicely caught, Cedric. You are definitely Seeker material. Hello young man, here for your wand, are you?" Harry nods excitedly and the wild movement makes his fringe fall to the back of his head, showing off his scar. Instantly the two men gasp and the elder man mutters: "Merlin's Beard, you're Harry Potter."

Harry looks down and knowing he's starting to hate his fame, I say: "Yes, this is your hero, although I don't understand how you can claim that seeing no one knows what happened that night, do they?" The two shake their head and Cedric asks: "You're not hurt, are you?" Harry looks down and shakes his head, making the older teen smile.
The other man then bristles and says: "Excuse us for our unoriginal behavior. We should not have behaved so atrociously. Let us help you get young Harry's school stuff. You are his guardian, I presume?" And I happily answer: "His father would be the better term." Making the two look absolutely shocked.
This time Cedric recovers first and holds out his hand to Harry, saying: "I'm Cedric and this is my father, Amos Diggory. It's a pleasure having you back in your homeworld, Harry." And already I smile, remembering what the Heads told us about the qualities of their Houses and ask: "You're a Hufflepuff, am I right?"
The boy nods and says: "Third year, sir." To which Harry says: "This is my daddy Luxord, I call him dad." This confuses the two and I say: "An explanation is indeed due, but better given at a more private location. Might I ask what your son and yourself were doing in the wand shop? Surely Cedric already has his own wand?"

Cedric nods and says: "My dad decided to give me an early birthday present. I'm born the 3rd of September, but because that is during the school year did dad decide I would get it today. It's a wand-serving kit." I smile and shake the boy's hand to congratulate him as I say: "Wonderful, I'll have to remember to buy one for my son too."
Amos nods and says: "Yes, a gift to celebrate his return to the Magical World – his parents' world – is indeed in order. Now Cedric, it seems we will have to turn around. Harry, Luxord, shall we?" I nod and the two Diggorys lead us into the dingy-looking store with walls and old rusty-wooden shelves filled to the cram with wand boxes.

A silent voice suddenly speaks and Harry and I are instantly on guard, Harry summoning the Fairy Harp while standing straight with the weapon on his back and me holding a set of cards in my right hand, while my right wrist is against the upper half of my left arm, ready to throw the cards and create a barrier of protection around my son in case needed.
But then the voice says: "I wondered when I would be seeing you, Mr. Potter." And a man almost as old as Dumbledore, but without the beard appears to us from behind one of the cases in the back of the small store. He looks from me to Harry and we both quickly dispatch of our weaponry before the man's creepy grey eyes can land on them.

I can see from the corner of my eye that we have shocked the Diggorys, but that doesn't matter at the moment as I ask: "I take it you are the store owner?" The man nods and says: "Mr. Ollivander is the name, Mr. guardian. I must say I have never seen the likes of you before. But I think that for you and your comrades I can make fine wands."
I wonder how he knows of my fellow comrades and Harry asks: "How do you know of my other fathers? Or my mother?" And Ollivander answers: "Albus was so kind as to enlighten me and his other close friend Nicholas Flamel yesterday, Mr. Potter. It was truly a delight as I very well remember my own first meeting with your aunt."

He then looks straight at my son and for some reason do I get the feeling he is not seeing the boy himself. This feeling is strengthened when he says: "You will meet family where you least expect it, dear child, but beware of those you hold dear in this world. It is better for you to trust those from the outside, where your guardians come from."
Harry looks confused and asks: "Cedric, is he always like this?" The older teen shakes his head and says: "There are rumors that members of the Ollivander family are born wand makers and later in life gain another natural gift, but no one has ever seen it. It could be that something about you just proved that rumor true."

Harry looks sheepish and then Ollivander suddenly asks: "Shall we get to your wand now, Mr. Potter?" And I can tell by his sheepish look that the man really doesn't know what just transpired. The choosing of the wand unfortunately takes quite a while and finally Harry gets quite the fine wand – holly, Phoenix feather and 11 inches.
But for some reason does Ollivander find this curious and I instantly feel as if something that will have great consequences in this world is about to happen. I quickly grab another empty card, ready to write down my recon observations if needed as Harry asks: "Sorry, sir, but what's curious?" And to my shock the man says:
"I remember every wand I ever sold, Mr. Potter. It is a specialty that my family has prided itself with for the last 1900 years. And the Phoenix who gave the feather currently situated in your wand gave me only one other feather. A feather that I, sadly to say, gave away to the darkest wizard this world has ever known – the same wizard that killed your entire family."

Tears instantly spring to Harry's eyes and I stand behind him in seconds, one arm around his shoulder and the other softly petting his hair. I then quickly mutter: "Mr. Ollivander, my son is one of the only two known people in the Universe to wield two legendary blades. Will this ability grant him the power to wield, perhaps, two wands?"
The man seems intrigued and while he goes to the back of his store, do I escort Harry to Cedric and whisper at Amos: "No one will hear of this fact, understand? My son has enough unwanted attention pointed at his parents' murder as it is." The elder man nods and Ollivander seems to return with at least a dozen new wands, if not more.

He turns to my son and says: "I know you are shocked and hurt, Mr. Potter. And I feel terrible to your family for having sold away that wand, but I need to see if your father's theory is correct. Would you please try these left-handed wands?" Harry nods and after about five more tries he is again able to wield a fine wand.
Dark Pine wood, 14 inches and with, shockingly enough, the blood – willingly given, Ollivander tells us – of a Unicorn female. The wizard looks at the slightly large and yet supple wand in my son's hand and says: "The dark of the wood represents the hurt of your past, Mr. Potter, but the Light of the Blood will shine on your future."

Harry smiles and I mutter: "This sure is one hell of a trip." Amos then stands up from the slightly cracked chair he was sitting on and while dusting off his robes does he say: "And I know just the way to get the dark side of this trip erased from our memories. Cedric, it's time for an ancient Diggory tradition, my son."
The boy nods and tells Harry: "Whenever an Ancient House reunites with the Diggory House on the birthday of someone in either of the two families or in between two months that each holds a birthday of each of the two families, the Noble and Most Ancient House of Diggory makes it their tradition to hand a gift to the reuniting house."
Harry wants to protest and I ask: "Is there a time limit to the birthday thing?" Amos nods and says: "It has to be between exactly 31 and 61 days, so an exact long month or an exact two months – one of 31 days and one of 30. This Tradition is only disallowed to be put through from January to March because of February."

This makes me shrug at my protesting son and the boy sighs and says: "Fine, but keep it to just a pet. I don't want anything expensive. I already got over 30 gifts for my birthday alone." The two look shocked and Harry mutters: "My mum wanted to repay me for not celebrating my other 10 birthdays and Christmas holidays."
Cedric laughs and says: "I don't know who adopted you, but she sure is persistent." And while I pay Ollivander and we leave the store, Harry says: "You have no idea." We then enter the pet store and I wonder how many exotic pets could be here – just to make our home a little more fun for Demyx and maybe buy a playmate for Silen.
Then a rush of white flies by me and the clerk working there shouts: "Stop that mad bird. She'll attack whoever she flies at." I quickly take the same position as in Ollivander's store, but then Harry asks: "What are you talking about? She's sweet." And I see that the white owl has landed on his shoulder, cooing as he pets her feathers.

The clerk looks at my son with total bewilderment and sputters: "But – but we – we've had her for – for years. She's – she's cost us 20% of our yearly profit. How?" And I state: "You'll find that my son has a great way to handle animals others consider quite dangerous. As long as he keeps a keen eye on what is and isn't acceptable for a pet."
Harry nods at me and Cedric says: "You know, Snow Owls are exceedingly reclusive creatures. Perhaps this one just didn't want to be a pet, but a familiar. Was it taken away from the nest before or after it hatched?" And the clerk answers: "You'll have to ask my boss. I just told you all I know about that owl."
He then turns to my son and says: "You can keep him. I'll get his cage, rope and muzzle." But then Harry looks shocked and says: "No wonder it treats you bad. He is a she." The clerk seems completely befuddled now and groans as Harry says: "And just keep it to the cage. I'm not going to restrain her in any way possible. She's my friend."

The owl happily craws and I see the clerk looking at my son thoughtfully, before he asks Amos: "Is your son this good with animals too?" Amos seems to swell with pride at this question and says: "You can bet your ass that he is. We even have our own little breeding zoo at our mansion where my Cedric takes care of all the cubs."
The man nods happily and says: "Good, then follow me. I have a few more creatures that might just fall under the same application as this owl; they might too be scaring off all my customers because they are looking for heart-felt owners." Instantly Harry brightens up and I can't say no to the child following the clerk.
We follow him to the back of the store where a large room is filled to the brim with weird colored creatures being trapped inside strong metal fences that are only a few inches bigger than the creatures themselves. The clerk gestures around and says: "Live yourselves out, boys. Just let your hearts lead you to your new pets."

Harry looks at me and I nod, making him smile widely. He then closes his eyes and clasps his hands together with his right forefinger and left little finger raised up. I smile as I can almost feel the child going into a heart-felt trance and he slowly starts walking to one of the bigger cages, holding quite the interesting tiger cub.
The creature has large sky blue horns that are raised to the back like the ends of arrows and these also seem to be his ears. He indeed has the body of a tiger, but without the stripes, except for 2 at the front of his front legs, a circular stripe in the shape of a whirlwind on his flanks and spots on the top of his back paws.
The tiger also has purple paws with sky blue claws and more arrow-shaped horns sticking out of his ankles at the front and hind legs and finally does he have a pair of green and blue colored sable-teeth and a scaled tail with a large pointy end. The tail is yellow colored at the base and goes from green to sky blue at the end.
And finally are there two very cute looking purple stripes going from his neck down to his spine. And still the tiger is only a cub, probably explaining the light colors – although part of me believes this to be part of their nature. The tiger's yellow eyes with black outer-line look at Harry from a tilted head and then a cute growl escapes his throat.

Instantly Harry coos – like he often does when Silen starts to yip – and he happily raises the cub out of his fence, lying the little creature over his left upper arm where the tiger easily settles down, showing just how well made he is for my son. Harry returns to us and smiles at Cedric who looks at his dad. Amos nods and Cedric turns back to the room.
He too closes his eyes, but his step seems more firm and decisive than my son's and he ends up at a lion's fence, which intrigues me seeing the Nature of a Hufflepuff is often easy-going. We then all look at the cub and I see the clerk sigh in relief. I move a little closer to him and he whispers: "Those two are the worst."

I then take a close look at the cub and wonder how this can be. The fur's cub is dark orange, almost brown-orange and he has the same storm-shaped circular lines on his flanks as the tiger cub – but then a green-blue color – and with a circle with open midst under them. The tail – while also scaled – is also different.
It is blue at the base and just furred, but then yellow scales with a green lining seem to grow over the fur and the tip of the tail is shaped like a gust of wind. The creature has a single dark black-purple line going over his spine and he has a dark green stomach, purple paws with dark red claws and pointy spikes on his lower legs.
The lion, with two blue ears, a few dark red manes with purple-blue tips and dark yellow eyes with the same black outer-lines as the tiger – seems to look at Cedric defiantly, but Cedric keeps his eyes closed and while the lion scratches at him is the older teen able to lift the cub and lets him lean on his right shoulder.

Then I suddenly notice something. On both the chest of the tiger and the lion cub is a very strange mark visible – the tiger's red and the lion's pinkish red. The symbol has a circle in the midst with two half circles on both sides of the top, a spade–shaped line below it and two bowed lines on both its left and right side.
I wonder if this symbol is anything like our Organization's Symbol and decide to bring it up with Xemnas, Vexen and Zexion first chance I get. I then turn to the clerk and get him to give us the tiger and lion cub for free. This makes me leave the store and the shopping street with one thought: "What a hectic, hectic day."

And that is where I leave it!
And for all of those of you wondering what kind of creature I was using at the end of this chapter they are the Aura Lion and Keeba Tiger – two Dream Eaters used in – SPOILER ALERTS – Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance. Their nightmare forms are absolutely hard-ass to beat, so be a high level in the game if you face them.
Also, I will let Cedric play a large role in Harry's life and when they enter the train – Harry might just take Silen – S for Sora, I for Riku and L for Lily – to the station where Cedric – NO, I'm not telling. That is between me and Nate the Werehog until the next chapter, when we will be focusing on the time before and on the train ride.
Okay, enjoy,

The Venquine
Co-Author: Nate the Werehog