Disclaimer: Err, I guess I don't own the adorable little munchkin but then again J.K brought him to us at 11…he's four now…#rubs chin thinking before grabbing him# MINE! MINE! MINE! Muahahahahahha!
Rejected Runespoor
Chapter 20
"You spent WHAT?" The Headmaster's eyes widened behind his glasses.
"I needed an owl." Harry said. "Don't I?"
"You got a hawk! And besides that was only three galleons! What about…" Dumbledore started.
"I needed clothes. Lots of clothes." Harry blinked innocently. "I'm going to be on show aren't I?I need to look good."
"But Harry…"
"And if I'm going to be an icon for your world I must set an example!" Harry nodded firmly.
"And you needed five of these…Armani suits to do that?" The Headmaster cried over the bill.
"Well…yes. And two didn't even have the jackets. Too tacky to have everything matching in colour." Harry sighed. "Do you want me to explain what everything was for? Well, I needed underwear because I don't have any and I thought it'd be kind of, well dirty to only get seven. Which is why I got four boxers four briefs and three Y-fronts. Then, it'd be kinda tacky to only have seven T-shirts. So I got ten for variety. Seven button-downs isn't tacky because if I was wearing all button-downs I wouldn't be wearing any T-shirts so obviously I'll mix. And the dress shirts go with the suits, or else I can just wear them to look cutting edge. Ten jeans was a bit of a splurge, but I got different colours, styles and decorations." Harry grinned. And then of course for those more fancy button-downs and the suits, I needed slacks and the fancy pants that go with them. And like I said only three of the suits had jackets and…"
"Okay! You needed the clothes! OKAY!" Dumbledore rubbed his temples. "But the school supplies. The list said…"
"Why are you ragging me over my own money!" Harry scowled.
"Because you're supposed to manage it better Harry. This is supposed to last your whole seven years here. The way you're spending it'll be gone in two or three. You're still growing! At this rate you'll be broke before your growth spurts finish! You didn't need a gold self-stirring caldron or crystal vials or a hawk. And what are you going to do with a peacock quill?"
"It's for show." Harry muttered.
"It's a waste! Eagle feather quills when peasant will do and you'll probably break a few good bunch of them learning to write with them! Well Dicta-Quills are still a splurged buy. What do you need Monogrammed parchment for? Don't you think the teacher's will know the work is yours! And I really…don't know why you needed parchment made from spun-gold for Merlin's sake. This is used for Bonding Ceremony invitations! Not homework…"
It had been worth it. Just to see the look on Dumbledore's face when he showed him the bill. And it had saved questions about his wand, though Dumbledore would see it or hear about it, probably from Ollivander. Harry looked around shiftily at the stairs that were supposed to take him up to his rooms and seeing or hearing no one made his way down to where Snape's chambers were. But he wasn't there for Snape…
:Salazar: Harry whispered to the portrait and shifted awkwardly on his feet as the man looked at him searchingly.
:Severus is not here.:
:I came to see you. I require…a favour.: Harry bowed his head.
The man arched an aristocratic eyebrow. :A favour to you? Some boy I do not even know:
:I have your gift…: Harry peeked from under his lashes.
:I do wonder at that.: The man narrowed eyes on him. :What do you want.:
:My portrait, by the Gryffindor common rooms has an empty frame. Can I ask you to guard it? And somehow warn me when someone is on their way in? If you can guard two portraits at once.:
The man's green eyes dissected him slowly and Harry resisted the urge to fidget under his gaze. :I will help you when I can. I will not always be able to guard your portrait however so always be on your guard. For that though I won't ask anything of you.:
:Thank you Sir.: Harry smiled and inclined his head respectfully. "Your name is Salazar…?"
"Salazar Slytherin." They lapsed easily back into english. "I'm the founder of Slytherin house. And one of the four who made Hogwarts. Well, a part of his essence anyway."
"Well thank you Sir Slytherin and I hope we may speak again soon." Harry backed away as the man and his snake lost interest in him before slinking back along the hall, to where he was supposed to have gone. Whatever portrait Dumbledore gave him to guard him would probably report back to Dumbledore and he couldn't have that. He shut himself into his room and immediately vowed to get started on learning the spells of this world. He needed first to find a way to lock people out! People like Dumbledore.
AN:...and people say I get hyper with too much sugar. #gives Deb some bottled water#
I keep getting 'DeMort-ed'...and now Crazy Psycho's started it too...'great', 'great', great! Well I'm glad it's great! But really...sending seven reviews that say the same thing?And are you people trying to make me fat? #collects her bulk order of chocolate anyway#It's like you guys want me stranded at my comp or something...#eats a cookie#