The Cure
5th of July, 1995. Wednesday
A knock on the front door had Winky walking out to the hall to open it up. She spoke to someone for a moment before walking back into the kitchen. "Griphook came here. He says Madam Bones is upstairs waiting for Master Harry," she told the 'brunet'. "You have to promise Winky to be careful."
"I will Winky I promise. She is probably here because of the Lycanthropy cure. I will be perfectly safe," Harry said as he stood up. He was hoping that Amelia had brought a werewolf. He grabbed his bag and walked out of the apartment. He had figured out several shortcuts up to the main floor as he'd wandered around the past couple of days. He wasn't supposed to use magic since he'd almost exhausted his reserves the day before so it was nice to know some easy ways up. He walked out to the main hall his eyes scanned the big room. Amelia Bones was standing with a scabby looking young woman by one of the walls. People moved over the marble floor between them.
"Madam Bones," Harry said with a bow as he reached them.
"Mister Peverell," Amelia greeted him.
"If you would please come with me," Harry said before he turned around and started walking to one of the offices on the first floor. The rooms closest to the main hall didn't belong to anyone so he could use them when needed. He walked up to an empty one and opened the door. "Please enter," he said. He walked in behind them and closed the door. He turned to the young woman that had arrived with Amelia. He smiled kindly at her. "You are a werewolf?" he asked.
She looked at him with a scared expression.
"It's fine," Harry said. He walked up to her and hugged her. "You can tell me I won't judge you." He could feel her shoulders start shaking. He held her closer and placed a hand on her head. He looked over at Amelia. The stern looking woman gave him an approving look. He rubbed the young woman's back soothingly. "There, there sweetheart," he said.
"Jane here was bitten a couple of years ago," Amelia said. "I helped her keep her children with her husband and her." She walked over and sat down by the desk. "The Ministry is passing new laws and they might take their children from them as it stands right now. I'm trying to do my best to stop it but it's hard," she told him.
Harry nodded. He looked down at the woman. There was a bracelet around her left wrist with a set of numbers on it. "What is this?" he asked her.
"Every werewolf needs to register with the Ministry," Amelia said. "They are given a number."
"That's just wrong," Harry said. "They're people not some kind of…" He fell silent before he was about to shift to dovahzul in anger. He looked down at the young brunette. "I have a cure for your lycanthropy," he said softly. He looked up at Amelia. "That won't help protect her children if the Ministry doesn't accept it though," he said.
"Leave that to me," Amelia said.
"Why don't we sit down," Harry told Jane. He led her over to the chairs and helped her down. "The cure doesn't cost anything so you don't need to worry about that." He placed his hands on top of hers. "The cure works I have seen it. Madam Bones here wants to make sure that I'm telling the truth. Are you willing to drink the cure so she can see that it works?" he asked.
Jane nodded. "I will," she said. She studied his face for a moment. "You are a very nice man," she said. "Most people are afraid of us. It's rough. The wolf likes contact. Does the cure take the wolf away?" she asked.
"I don't know," Harry said. "It might be that your animagus form would be a wolf after you have taken the cure. All I know is that it works."
Jane nodded. "I want to do it," she said.
"There is no going back," Harry said. "You will be immune after this." He had learned that from Ria. She was a nice woman, and they had spent quite a lot of time together.
"I still want it. I don't want to be a danger to my children," Jane said.
Harry smiled at her. "Winky!" he called.
The little elf showed up.
"Could you bring us a cup please," Harry asked her.
Winky disappeared and reappeared with a goblet for her Master. She left again as she saw that she was no longer needed.
Harry pulled the White Phial out of his bag. He uncorked it and poured the potion into the cup.
"How about others," Jane asked. "Is that all there is?" She looked down at the goblet that the 'brunet' was holding out to her.
"The phial refills automatically. We'll never run out of potion," Harry said reassuringly.
Jane nodded, took a deep breath and downed the potion in one gulp. "Urgh, that's disgusting," she said as she placed the back of her hand against her mouth. She breathed in slowly. "That feels weird," she whispered. She wrapped her arms around herself.
'Ah,' Harry thought. Last time he'd seen this happen it had been Ria. Ria was a warrior; she probably hid the effects of the potion. He moved forward and wrapped his arms around her. "It will be O.K." he said softly.
Jane did try not to let the pain show, but it hurt so badly. She pressed her face to the man's shoulder. Her hands grabbed onto his shirt in tight fists. She whimpered softy. Her breathing became hectic and then she blacked out. Harry shifted her before he lifted her up. He looked up at Amelia and said, "There is a hospital ward further in. We should take her there so she can rest up."
"Is she alright?" Amelia asked.
Harry nodded. "She is fine," he said. "The effects of the potion knocked her out. It didn't happen last time I was around for this. But last time the woman that drank it was quite tough. I don't think she would have let herself black out." He led Amelia to the Hospital Ward and placed Jane down in a bed. "Hello Glint," he said. He placed a hand on Jane's abdomen and scanned her with his magic. He could feel the potion doing its job slowly, but apart from that there was nothing wrong. "I'll stay with her," he told Amelia. "I can send Winky to let you know when she's awake if you would like."
Amelia nodded. "I would appreciate that," she said. The gray-haired woman walked out of the Hospital Ward. She hoped that Jane would be alright. She had two little kids at home that would be devastated if something happened to her. She trusted young Peverell though. Even if she barely knew him. He had an air around him and a demeanour that told her he was trustworthy.
…
Several hours later nut-brown eyes opened slowly. Jane looked around. The man that had helped her was standing a few beds away talking to a goblin. She sat up slowly and he turned her way. A smile spread over his lips as he saw that she was awake. "How do you feel?" he asked after walking up to her. "Better," she answered. "I don't really feel any different from before."
Harry nodded. "That is probably a good sign dear," he said.
"No sir you can't just barge in ther…"
Harry looked over at the door as it was flung open. A sandy-haired man with white-rimmed glasses walked through the door. He turned towards Jane and relaxed. "What is going on?" he asked. "I got home and your mother told me you had gone to Gringotts with Madam Bones, and now you are here." He looked around the room. "This is a hospital?" he asked.
Harry stood up. "This is Gringotts Hospital Ward," he said. "Few witches or wizards know that the goblins will help with maladies." He stepped away from Jane's bed. "I'm Kato Peverell. Your…" he saw the ring on the man's finger and the matching one on Jane's, "wife came to me with Madam Bones to cure her lycanthropy," he said.
The man shook his head in disgust. "You dare take advantage of her condition," he said. He turned to Jane. "What did you pay him with?" he asked.
Amber eyes rolled. Harry didn't appreciate being called a liar, but he knew it would happen. "I didn't ask for payment sir," he said. "I know how werewolves are treated. I won't demand money from those who have a hard time." He looked back down at Jane. "You should be fine to go back home," he told her. "I don't suggest you apparate though."
"It's good to see you up again Jane," Amelia said as she entered the Hospital Ward. She turned to the sad-haired young man. "Gerald its good to see you," she said. "Here to pick Jane up?"
Gerald nodded. He wasn't going to talk up to Amelia. She had done so much for their family. He walked up to the bed and helped his wife up. "We'll floo home," he said calmly. He glared at Harry as he passed the 'brunet'.
'He'll change his tune when Jane doesn't turn on the twelfth,' Harry thought. "She should be just fine now," he told Amelia.
The stern woman nodded. "She looked much better," she said. "If this works out like you say then there needs to be some way to give this to more people."
"I have talked to Glint, and she's happy to deal with it. All they have to do is come here. She can only cure so many in a day though. The phial only refills once a day," Harry said. "There will probably need to be a ticket system just so everyone can get it. I'll see if I can get a goblin set up to handle that in the main hall."
"That sounds good," Amelia said. "I'll make it known once I know it works."
Harry walked her out of the bank. 'I should maybe get some shopping done,' he thought. He wanted to get out in the non-magical world though. He walked back inside so he could put something more appropriate on. He changed from his college style robes to jeans and a t-shirt. He made his way past the exchange station before heading through the Leaky Cauldron. He wandered around central London for almost four hours stepping into one shop after another. He bought mostly clothes. Non-magicals were way better at making functional clothes than magicals were. He had even stumbled into a very interesting shop. He wasn't sure why women would wear that stuff and the few things they had for guys were… he was sure what to think about that. The sales woman had been nice though. He hadn't been able to stop himself from buying something – for Fleur.
He returned to his apartment and ate a nice supper prepared by Winky of course. Then he unpacked his purchase slowly, making sure that all the tags were removed. Shirts and tank tops, t-shirts and a hoodie or two and cargo pants. He placed it all into his closet orderly before grabbing his Transfiguration homework so he could finish it off.
It was late as he placed his book down and turned the lights off. He yawned wide. Grabbing his shirt, he pulled it off and sent it off to the hamper standing in the corner. Winky would not be happy with him if he threw his clothes on the floor.
6th of July, 1995. Thursday
Scrolls were strewn across the kitchen table. They could do anything from creating light, to making fireballs, to conjure familiars, well basically anything that Harry had learned in Skyrim. He was sorting them up after school and then more specifically after spell. He had a meeting with a member of Clan Tarnok. She would be arriving in an hour. He wanted to have everything in order before she arrived. Unlike his knowledge of the Dwemer machines, his scrolls we not something he would just give away. It didn't really fall under things that Clan Magun dealt with though so he needed to deal with another Clan. Clan Tarnok was a scholar clan so they would be better equipped to deal with the scrolls.
There was a knock on the door and Winky went to open. She returned with a young goblin with sharp, moss-green eyes.
"Please take a seat," Harry said. He placed the briefcase he kept the scrolls in on the table and opened it up so she could see. "They are sorted after magic school which is how the different kinds of spells are split up in Skyrim. Illusion deals with sensory and emotional control over other beings. I have made some of those, but I suggest that they are used on animals not other people. Destruction is basically control over elements so those scrolls can do anything from throwing Fireballs to creating a Lightning Storm. In conjuration I have only made conjure familiar scrolls. They will summon an animal familiar to aid the caster. The other beings I can summon I'm first of all not sure I can summon from here, and if I can I don't think that anyone else using them is a good idea. I might change my mind if it turns out that I can summon them. Restoration is basically healing spells but also deals with banishing undead in case you have use for that. Then there is Alteration that handles magic armour, light, detecting life, telekinesis, waterbreathing and paralyze."
"You have written information for all of this," the goblin asked.
Harry nodded. "I have a detailed description for every spell," he said. "If there is a spell you would like more than others I would like to know. How are we going to transport these to each other?" he asked. That was his biggest concern right then and there.
"I can bind this briefcase to one of my own," the goblin said. "That would transport the scrolls directly to me once you place them in your briefcase and closed it."
"You need a simple way to contact me there are pockets in the briefcase can you link one to go my way and one to go your way. That way you can let me know which scrolls you need more off," Harry said.
"That I can do. It will make things easier for us. My name is Nedra by the way," the goblin said. She reached out and grabbed the briefcase. She went to work quickly.
Harry could feel the magic swirling from her hands. Goblin magic was more direct than wizarding magic. It was a lot like his enchanting. 'I have to look into getting the parts I need for that,' he thought. He summoned a piece of paper and started scribbling notes down. Maybe the young goblin with him now could help him. He needed a stone slab, a crystal ball and some way of transporting it. He started drawing, not his strong suit, but he was good enough to get his point across.
"What is that?" Nedra asked. She tilted her head and looked down at the paper.
"It's an Arcane Enchanter," Harry said. "I can enchant armour and items with certain types of magic. I need the table though. Doing it without that is really difficult. I use magic gathered in these gems." He removed one of his charged emeralds from his belt. "I know several enchantments that I can infuse items with and the table helps funnel the power. I know how to build one, but I'm not sure I can get a hold of the items needed for it," he said.
Nedra looked the things over. "The stone. What kind of stone does it have to be?" she asked.
"It can't be soft," Harry said, "or brittle. It has to hold. Carving it won't be a problem for me."
"Granite then," Nedra said. "And then a crystal ball I can get a hold of that."
"I would like to figure out a way to make it transportable. I will want one for my house as well, but right now I would really want to have one I can take with me."
"Does it have to be that shape?" Nedra asked. The pentagon would make things difficult.
"The stone has to be but it can be set in a box or something," Harry said.
Nedra smirked. "Then it will be easy," she said. "You will have to show me how it works once we have it working."
Harry nodded. "I have another thing I would like to make as well," he said. "It is an Alchemy Lab. Like Skyrim alchemy which is a lot like potions here. It uses plants differently though. He closed his eyes for a moment and then a model Alchemy Lab appeared on the table between them. "I thought this would be smarter than me trying to draw it," he said.
Nedra nodded. "You are quite skilled at this," she said. She studied it and drew herself. "Could you show me the … Arcane Enchanter like this as well?"
Harry tilted his head to the side and the second table appeared next to the first. Nedra was fast though. She drew it all down neatly in a few minutes. "I'll look into getting this working. They won't hold any magic though you will have to fix that. I will place them both in boxes that you can shrink it won't affect what's in the boxes," she said. She looked over at the briefcase that now held the scrolls she would be able to sell. "I want twenty percent of the winnings from selling those," she said.
"You can have twenty-five," Harry said. "You have made things much easier for me."
Nedra bowed her head. She wasn't going to argue with that. More money for her was just a bonus. She pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote up a contract. She pushed it over to the human, and he picked it up. He read through it slowly. Everything looked to be in order. He read through it an extra time before signing it.
"We'll settle the price for the Arcane Enchanter and the Alchemy Lab when I have them done," Nedra said. She stood up and grabbed her briefcase. "I will let you know if there is anything specific that goes faster than the other spells."
"Good," Harry said. "It was a pleasure doing business with you." He stood up and shook her hand before showing her out.
Harry walked back into the kitchen to clear his things out. He was really getting things rolling now. The scroll sales would get going. He was securing vaults. He could just not care about Hogwarts at this point. He didn't really want to deal with the insanity that would come with people finding out about him. He sighed. He knew there would be one big circus when he did let people know that Harry and Kato was the same person. He'd deal with it when he got there.
"Master Harry has a customer for security," Winky said. "Master Harry has to be careful."
"I will Winky," Harry said. "I won't be going down alone this time." He walked over to the front door. "I'll be back soon enough," he said. "Bye Winky." He made his way up to Gogil's office and walked inside. The older man sitting in there was dressed in expensive clothes. Harry's face went blank as he was given a condescending glare. He turned to Gogil. "This is Lord Nott," the goblin introduced the man.
Harry turned back to the wealthy looking wizard. He bowed but not deeply. This man didn't deserve that kind of respect. "Lord Nott you have requested my services. I am Kato Peverell," he said.
Reginald raised an eyebrow slowly. He studied the young man. 'So this is the one Lucius recommended,' he thought. He didn't look like much. "I wish to have my vault secured," he said. "Lord Malfoy tells me that you can provide this service satisfactory."
"I can yes," Harry said. He went into what his added security would do. He quickly decided that he preferred Lucius. The man may be arrogant, but you could talk to him. Nott was impossible. The man was so frustrating.
"Can the vault be locked against specific family members?" Reginald asked.
"I could," Harry said. "It would cost though. The magic involved is complicated to work."
Reginald gave the young man a blank look. "Money is not a problem," he said like Harry had insulted him.
"Is there someone specific you have in mind then Lord Nott?" Harry said. As far as he knew the only family member this man had was his son. "If they have married to other families or are related to you but do not carry your family name then they will not be able to enter anyway."
…
Harry walked out of Gringotts. He needed air. Lord Nott was one of the most annoying men he'd ever met. The sun was shining brightly. The raven walked down the street slowly. He passed several shops and Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. He considered getting some ice cream, but he really should eat before that. He wandered down to Knockturn Alley. Why, he didn't know. He wandered down there past hags that sold toenails and strange men who gave him creepy stares. He'd been past worse. Bandits could do way worse. The shops down there were all pretty shady. He found a shop that sold potion ingredients, Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary. He wandered around in there for a while. They had things in there that while not illegal were looked down upon. The twins could do well with some of it though. He focused on ingredients that wouldn't go bad over time. He didn't buy anything dragon related since he could probably get better stuff himself.
Mr Mulpepper was dealing with another customer when he reached the counter. Harry did his best not to listen to them. He shifted the mandrake leaf in his mouth around. That was getting old.
"Don't even try Nicholas!"
'Well that is Snape,' Harry thought. He wandered around another shelf. He didn't want to listen in on the Potion Master's conversation.
"Take it or leave it Snape. This is what my contact gave me you won't get better," Mr Mulpepper said.
Harry walked up to the counter. It looked like they were arguing over dragon scales of some sort. He placed his purchase down. The scales looked dull and held no magic whatsoever. "It can't be that hard to get better than that," he said. He could probably get better in about five minutes down in Gringotts.
Severus turned around and narrowed his black eyes. "I wasn't aware you were part of this conversation," he said.
Harry shrugged. "I had business in the store," he said. He reached into a pouch and pulled out some Crystalback scales. "It's not that hard to get a hold of good scales," he said.
"What are those?" Severus asked.
"Crystalback scales," Harry said. "The species has an extinction warring. They were better known by their Latin name Cristallum Parvus, but these scales were freely given by the dragon they are from." He watched the salesman's eyes widened. He could tell that the man would love getting his hands on the scales he was holding. He dropped them back in the pouch he had grabbed them from. "I'd like to buy these," he said as pushed his items towards the man. He raised an eyebrow at the man's expression as he pulled five galleons out of a pouch. He knew that was more than enough. He gathered his things together and left the store.
"Mister Peverell," a smooth voice said.
Harry turned around. It was Lucius Malfoy. "Lord Malfoy what a pleasure," he said. He shook the man's hand firmly.
"Where do you think you are going?"
Harry turned around.
"If it isn't Severus," Lucius said. "I see you have met Mr Peverell."
Severus froze for a second. He looked over at the amber eyed young man. 'Lucius knows this person?' he thought. He straightened up. "Are you willing to sell those scales?" he asked the brunet.
"Of course," Harry said. "I wouldn't have showed them if I wasn't willing to sell them."
Lucius watched the other two. "Why don't we take this somewhere a bit more comfortable?" he asked. "It is almost time for lunch."
Severus looked up at his old friend. The man was right; in the middle of Knockturn Alley was not the best palace to make a deal. "I would appreciate that," he said and looked at the brunet.
Harry nodded. "I have nothing against it," he said.
Lucius held an arm out to him. "Since it is your first time going to Malfoy Manor I'll take you there," he said.
"Thank you sir," Harry said. He placed his hand on Lucius arm and they left the dirty alley. As they landed, they were standing on a gravel driveway leading up to a beautiful manor house. The grounds were large, and he could see gardens in the distance. He followed Lucius up to the manor and they walked into a dimly lit hall. On the walls were portraits of former Malfoys.
Severus had joined them at some point, but Harry couldn't tell when. They headed up to the blonde's private study and settled down in comfortable armchairs. Lucius called an elf and informed her they had guests for lunch. "Why don't you settle you business? I have some things to go over," he said before summoning some papers.
Harry turned to Severus and brought the scales out. He gave them to the Potion Master.
"I have never seen scales like these before," Severus said amazed. "You said they are from a nearly extinct species?" He looked up at the brunet.
Harry reached up and lifted Malqo from his shoulder. He placed the little dragon in his lap. "This is Malqo. The scales come from him," he said.
Black eyebrows furrowed. "But he is tiny," he said. He looked down at the scales in his hand. 'This boy has a dragon with him. Does he not realise how dangerous that is,' he thought. He watched as the little dragon left the boy and flew out to land on the floor. It grew to be almost seven feet long. Over half of it was tail though.
"The Crystalback can shrink from their full size it any size they like," Harry said. "Dreh'ni haalvut naan - don't touch anything, Malqo," he told the dragon.
Lucius looked up as he heard the tongue of dragons spoken. He saw the crystalline dragon sitting on his carpet.
"He'll behave Lord Malfoy don't worry," Harry said.
"You do know that having a dragon for a pet is illegal," Severus said.
"I know," Harry said. "But he has decided I'm his mother and there is little I can do about it. I can't just leave him."
"You talk as if the dragon has human-like emotions," Lucius said.
"He does," Harry said. "Dragon's are quite intelligent. Emotions become a part of that. It works differently for them. Their instincts are far stronger than human instincts. They value other things, but they are perfectly capable of understanding." He looked over at Malqo. "They can't speak human though. As I understand it, us speaking is much like birds' twitter for them," he said. "Could I let him out? You have large grounds here he would love to fly. I can make sure he won't attack anyone. He hasn't gotten much of a chance in the past week. I have stayed hold up in Gringotts."
Lucius considered the request for a moment. "Go ahead but make sure he doesn't eat the peacocks," he said.
"Thank you," Harry said. He stood up and walked over to a window. "Malqo come here," he said. He held his hands out and the dragon flew over to him and shrank. "Hi vis bo um tir til - you can fly around out there. Keep within the wards and don't attack anything. You can't, nir, hunt out there alright. Unt wah ni gefaas naangein - try not to scare anyone," told the little dragon.
"Bek, alright monah," Malqo said. He jumped towards the window and took off. He could fly. Monah had let him go out on his own. He would have to be a good boy though or monah would be angry.
Harry walked back to his seat and sat down. "Two galleons a piece for those," he said and pointed to the scales in Severus hand. "If you are interested in other dragon scales, I'll be doing some travelling this summer. I can probably get a hold of other types that are less rare."
Severus looked down at the scales. He really wanted them, but he would create problems with his funds and he wasn't sure what he could do with them.
"I'll pay for them," Lucius said.
Severus looked up at his old friend. "You don't have to Lucius," he said.
"But I will," Lucius said. He turned to Harry. "I can write you a check?" he asked.
"Of course," Harry said.
The blond wrote a check out and Harry took it. "You say you will travel," Lucius said. "Could you keep your eyes open for something for me?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I can't promise anything without knowledge of what the item is sir," he said.
"The item is a book," Lucius said. "It holds knowledge on many different things. It is titled Marque Éternelle ou – Non. It is quite rare. I'm looking myself, but it never hurts to have an extra pair of eyes on the lookout."
"I can keep my eyes open Lord Malfoy. A book is only as powerful as you let it be after all," Harry said.
"Please call me Lucius," the blond said. "If we are going to do business together it will be more comfortable to be on a first name basis."
"Then I would be happy if you would use Kato, Lucius," Harry said.
For the next coming few hours, Harry spent time listening to Lucius and Severus talk. Not that he didn't join in. He realised that his first impression of these two men was somewhat off. He could live with that. Lucius may come across as cruel and uncaring, but there were people he cared a lot about. He didn't hate non-magicals, but he didn't like how their culture was destroying old wizarding ways. Harry wasn't sure what to think. He would keep his mouth shut on that one. They had a nice lunch with Narcissa and Draco.
Harry was glad that he'd changed so much that people couldn't see Harry Potter in Kato Peverell. He would be in so much trouble. 'If Ronald could see me now,' he thought.
