HellHounds Are Not Emo II

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ISDH

Inspired and Continued from the Work;

Hellhounds Are Not Emo

Can'tRememberMyName

HANE

Recap; Harry was dragged to the USA. Los Angeles, California to be clear. The Dursley's spent the next Month hob-nobing and spreading the good word of Grunnings Drills to any who would listen. If there was anything Veron could do, it was sell drills and drill accessories to the people at large.

While there, Veron told Harry that he did not want to see him for the month. Harry was happy with that. Harry quickly found and was introduced to the Magical Society of the West Coast of America. From there he quickly found himself learning new magic, and his Animagus forms. He also met three ancestors, adopted a herd of Nightmares, and an inferno of mini-drakes.

Now the Month is at an end, and it is time to go home…

HANE

When Trans-Alantic flight 187 touched down at Heathrow Airport, Harry sighed in relief. He had been bumped from the previous flight in New because his seat was needed for a Prisoner Transfer. The Dursels had wanted to go as quickly as possible, that meant a twenty minute layover in New York City, and as he was checking his coach class ticket, the desk attendant asked him if he would mind catching a later plane, they would even upgrade him for his inconvenience. He jumped at the idea of losing the Dursleys.

[Flashback]

His twenty minutes turned into an hour and half. He browsed the shops in the terminal, and bought some gifts for his friends. For Mr. Weasley, he bought a children's book on airplanes and how they flew. For the twins, he bought a grab-bag of muggle magic tricks. For Ron and Ginny, he bought each a box of chocolates. For Molly he bought a Cookbook; 'Tastes from Around the World!'. For his Godfather he bought a studded collar with engraved tags;

Hello my Name is

Padfoot

I am friendly.

He liked it so well he had another made;

Hello my Name is;

Slobberjowel

I am friendly.

For Moony, he found a shoe shine kit, that could easily be modified into a Wand care kit.

He looked and looked, through nearly every store in the Airport, and could not find something for either Neville or Hermione. He wandered into the last shop. A dark shop, just off the waiting area for his plane that he needed to catch in fifteen minutes…

There it stood.

An Ocelot. Staring right back at him.

Harry froze, as his Magic bounded out to inspect the threat… and found it to be an oil painting on velvet.

"I see you found Oscar." a musical voice sounded behind Harry. He turned as his magic swarmed the little woman at his hip. She was not short like Flitwick but small like a child, as if she just stopped growing. Her was molten silver, flowing to the center of her, as it fell from the topknot at the crown of her head. Her eyes danced with a joy repressed, and expected to share with the world once more. But she did not appear 'magically' to his senses. His magic swirled about sniffing about her like an overgrown pup.

Magical… but blind… oh, her magic is bound! We will See about that! And before Harry could say or think anything to stop it, Magic snapped the bindings on the small woman. Warned by her sharp intake of breath, Harry was quick to catch her.

"What have You Done! They will come! They will rebind me tighter!" the Witchling squeaked.

"Sorry." Harry released his hold on her shoulders. "My Magic found you bound, and reacted." He Looked around, "Until they arrive, shall we continue our business?"

"And what Business would that be?" she narrowed her eyes at him.

"I want to purchase 'Oscar' here, and see what else you have that might tempt my tastes. I warn you, I am limited on Bucks in pocket, as I am on cash,"

"Lets see what you find of interest, Sonny." the short witch walked into the gloom.

Over the next six minutes, Harry found a bonsai Wiggentree for Neville, and a Hitwizard class wand holster for himself.

The Witch, Ipwitch, Isabella Ipwitch, provided a leather rucksack, to carry Oscar and the tree, while Harry adjusted the bracer onto his right forearm. Harry trotted from the store, to the boarding gate, just as the Last Call for the flight sounded. Harry traded his ticket for a seat in first class, where he stowed his rucksack in the overhead, and buckled in.

As the plane taxied out to the runway, six people dressed in dark red leather trench coats exited a maintenance closet, and entered a gloomy storefront… only to find it empty.

"Damn! The Witch is not only Unbound, but Loose!" the Leader hissed.

"And heading out of our borders." A witch reported as she read what her spell was telling her, "My spell says she is on a plane. The Planes that are now taking off are all heading East. She is the last of her Line, so we can Ward against her."

"That is for the Senate and the President to decide." the Leader snarled as he spun on his heel and led the way back to the Closet.

HANE

Harry wandered through Customs, getting his Passport stamped, collecting his suitcase, heading for the street. As the woman behind the glass slammed her stamp in his book, she glared at him.

"You the Lad the Dursleys were looking for?"

"Most likely." Harry sighed. "I was delayed during the layover."

"Your Uncle said you were to find your own way home." She slid his passport towards him.

"Not My Home." Harry smiled at her, "Just where I am kept during the Summer." He took his Passport, and carried his suitcase to the curb.

As he stepped to the edge, a high voice caused his head to snap about. "So, This is London-town." The Witch from New York, Miss Ipswitch was at his side. "I really must thank you." The Smile she flashed him had way too many sharp teeth. "You provided me with a most needed avenue of exitus from my predicament. Do you know how to get to Gringgots from here?"

Harry blinked. "Madam Ipswitch. Easiest would be by Floo, but then you would have to deal with our Ministry, and something tells me you would prefer to avoid that from happening."

"I knew you were a smart one."

"Do you have two Galleons?" Potter inquired.

"Nope, just a few dollars." the witch frowned. "No-maj money."

"In that case, let us walk around the corner." Harry smiled at the small woman. "Then I will show you one of the cursed blessings of the British Wizarding Empire.'' Once they were out of sight of the main doors of the Terminal, Harry stepped to the curb, focused on what he needed done, raised his hand, and pulsed his magic.

The effect was almost instantaneous. Almost as if the Knight Bus had been just waiting around the corner, The Purple and Gold triple decker bus roared around the far side of the Long Term Parking to come to a screeching halt before Harry and Isabella. Stan Shunpike was leaning on the door frame, as read from the ragged slip of paper. "Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor today." He looked up as he pocketed the 'card', spotting Harry standing there holding his suitcase. "Wother Neville! You riding with us again?"

"If I can." Harry smiled. "We need to get to the Bank, but all we got are these." he pulled two golden bills from his pocket.

Stan took one and looked it over. "Well, it is a bit more than a Galleon… but with the time and effort I would need to convert it to coin… one each, and I will throw in a tea!"

"Oh, that sounds Lovely!" Isabella climbed aboard, as Harry followed her.

"Thanks Stan." Harry handed Stan the second Buck, "We will pass on the Tea, at this time, thank you." Once both passengers were seated on a patch loveseat on the lowest level, Harry clutching his suitcase, Stan called for Ernie to 'take it away!'

"Why did you pass on the Tea?" Isabella hissed, as the bus rumbled into gear. "I could use a cuppa after the day I had!"

"Trust me." The driver got the Dragon-Wagon into gear, and the Knight Bus went from Zero to Eighty KPH in under three seconds, the loveseat slid back into the rear wall of the bus.

"Oh." the American Witch smiled. "I see. Next time maybe, but the first time, I would have splashed my tea all over the place."

HANE

Hermine was sitting at her desk, reading ahead in her charms book, grade five, when Suddenly Hedwid perked up. When she arrived home from France two weeks ago, from a week-long visit to Her Father's CO from his army days. (At least that was what they told everyone. ) The Snowy was waiting. From a game of twenty questions, Hermione learned that Harry had sent to Ron, but the moRon had ignored her needs. When the Pretty Bird had sensed Her back in Country, she had left, to seek one who would care for her as needed. Now the Snowy was saying Harry was with her Range.

"You want to go to him, don't you?"

The owl hissed, ruffled her feathers, and turned her back to one direction… for a count of five before peering over her shoulder in that Direction.

"Tonight, you hunt. In the Morning Mom will fry you some bacon, and when you have eaten your share, you can take him a letter, that I will write tonight, telling him off for leaving you alone for so long.`` The bookworm scratched the chest of the owl.

Hedwig barked, before diving out the window.

Hermione slid a bookmark into the book and closed it. As she went downstairs, to tell her folks of the recent events.

HANE

As the Pair climbed off the Bus with a small group of regulars, Harry carrying both his case, and the Witchling, Stan waved good day, rang the bell, and the Bus roared off into the sea of traffic.

"Oh Hecate! I think I will risk the Ministry next time!" Bella clung to her wizard.

"That is their Bread and Butter." a green faced wizard leaned on the Leaky Cauldron door, "When a witch or wizard gets too pissed to apparate home, for fear of splinching, the Knight Bus is the only way home. Sometimes a body just doesn't want to squeeze through the hose, so they take the bus."

"Thanks," Bella staggered into the tavern, Harry on her heels. He guided her past the Grand Harth, out the back door, where he tapped the bricks in the wall, for it to draw back. Together they stumbled to the Bank. At the Door, the Halberds blocked their entry.

"One Minute, please.'' The gruff voice of the Warrior at the Door was respectful. "The Manager needs to okay your presence."

Shortly, a Goblin wearing a silk suit with gold thread woven into the fabric crossed the lobby floor. "Milady Ipswitch." the Bald Goblin bowed his shaven head. "May I ask why you are Here?"

"I am here to open up my shop. The Americans are no longer interested in my services nor my Wares. The Boy broke the bindings on me, and carried me and my shop, when I made my Exitus. I will see him rewarded."

The Blood red eyes of the goblin stripped Harry to the bone, as his Magic returned the favor.

This one is old, and smells of Old Blood and Death! His magic danced around the Goblin, like a pup around a revered Alpha of the Pack. He is Honor, Loyal, … and very old. He seeks his Death!

"This Welp is worth our time?" the Goblin sneered.

Isabella shrugged. "He carried my whole shop, past two muggle customs checkpoints, out stepped one squad of Aurors, completely avoided a second, and got me here with almost noone the wiser." She crossed her arms. "If what I am tasting, I am thinking of naming him my apprentice next summer."

The Goblin reason an eyebrow, before squinting at Harry again. "You look familiar, Lad. Who Be Ya?"

"Potter, Sir." Harry swallowed, "Harry Potter."

The two guards at the doors shifted their feet, as if to take a battle stance. The Goblin in the Gold suit, pulled a monocle from his waistcoat and fitted it to his left eye, as he peered at the boy once more. He grunted, before turning back to Isabella. "You want to bring Him and His Bloodlines into your Mysteries? There was a reason why the Old Gods separated the bloodlines in the first place!"

"Excuse me." Harry spoke softly. "Two things, please. Who are you? And can we take this conversation elsewhere?"

The Goblin blinked at the young man. "Oh, Of Course. This Way." he turned and strolled across to a set of mahogany doors with platinum inlay, depicting a board meeting. Once the doors were closed behind them, the goblin turned and flashed a steely shark-toothed smile at the Lad. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Raganok, third of that name and I have buried both my son and my grandson. I am King Under the Hill, Marshall of the Defences, Keeper of the Horde and Manager of the Bank." He bowed his head to Harry.

"Thank You sir." Harry bowed at the waist, never taking his eyes off the goblin. "I am Harry James Potter, Heir to House Potter." He stood, straight, before remembering how Frodo introduced himself to Smug. "They call me, the Boy who lived, Heir to Slythiern, Heir to Gryffindor, Heir to the Brothers Peverll, Hound of Grim, Slayer of the Beast of Secrets, Death's Champion, and the Keeper of the Hellmare."

The Witch and Goblin raised an eyebrow as they listened to Harry name himself.

"Hellmare?" the Witch asked.

Harry sat beside her, "Cross a Nightmare with a Hellhound."

Both nodded. "Hound of Grim? Death's Champion?" Raganok asked.

"When I underwent the ritual to unlock my animagus form, I met the Aspect of Death. She* said when I first received my scar, I was named her Chosen Champion. She then 'gifted' me with the Hellhound form." Harry rubbed his hand over his face. "I also need to register my forms, to stay legal."

HANE

The next two hours were spent getting Isabella set up in a small shop in Knockturn Alley. Once she had the shop opened, warded, and aired out, she 'drew' her inventory from the rucksack on Harry's back.

"Keep the sack. My payment to you for getting me here." She then kicked him out.

Harry slid his case into the sack, and followed the written directions to the Ministry. He stumbled out of the Floo into the Black Marble Atrim. He whistled, at the size and Majesty of the Hall. The Sheeple were slowly queuing up and passing through a gate. Harry joined the Que. in a few minutes, he was at the head of the line.

"Next!" an Auror in a red robe stood behind the desk called out. Harry trotted up. "Reason for Visit, and Wand Please."

"I need to file some papers with the DMLE." Harry spoke in a calm, cool voice. "I left my Wand in my School Trunk."

The Auror waved his wand over the boy, before jerking his thumb over his shoulder. "Lift's that way. Second floor. Good day."

Harry walked quickly, and was able to slip into the lift with a stone faced Auror and a Blackman in tribal robes.

"Relax Runcorn." The Blackman sighed. "Black is good. He knows almost all of our tricks, and some we don't know. Hell, he taught us most of them. He ran with Potter during the last War, and throughout their school years."

"How can I relax, when that Son of a Bitch is making a mockery of the Ministry!" the stone faced Auror, Runcorn hissed back.

"Excuse me." Harry spoke up, looking up at the two Law Wizards. "You are Talking about Sirius Black, are you not?"

"What of it?" snarled Runcorn.

"Just that last June, my Dormmates and I tried to tell the Minister and The Headmaster that Black was not guilty of at least Murder of Pettigrew, and unlikely not guilty of betraying the Potters."

"What Business is it of yours, anyhow?" Runcorn turned to threaten the Lad.

Harry drew back his fringe.

Both men froze.

"That complicates things." the blackman sighed. "Is He not out to kill you?

"Why would my Godfather be trying to kill me?" Harry asked, "And before you ask, He is as much a follower of Riddle as I am."

"Riddle?" Runcorn frowned harder,

"Tom Marvello Riddle." Harry sighed. "The so-called man who killed my mom."

"Why did you not tell anyone?" the blackman asked.

"I told the Headmaster everything as it happened. Riddle at the end of my second year, Black last June. Fudge declared that I was confused because Asshat Snape was trying to get Black kissed for something that when they were in school. Did I mention that Snape is an Asshat?"

A musical voice spoke; "Floor Two; DMLE, Law Library, Registration, and Auror offices and bullpen. Thank you and have a magical day."

The three exited.

Runcorn drummed his fingers on his belt buckle. "Shack, you report into Bones. I am going to dig up everything of Black and his link to the Potters. I am taking the Kid's tip here as permission to look into the public records. Meet at your desk in 30?"

Shack sighed. "Okay, if I have time, I will get you a coffee and a cruller."

"Thanks." the cold faced man turned and vanished into the dark halls of the Archives.

"Don't mind him too much." Shack patted Harry on the shoulder, "He is just very loyal to the Ministry."

Harry nodded, and followed the signs to where he needed to go. As he entered the office of the Animagus Registry and Enforcement, he noticed that the office was small. Single desk, center of room, one clerk, and a file cabinet. "Hello."

The male clerk, who was reading the latest Teen Witch Weekly, droned out a response not even looking up. "Welcome to the Office of A.R.E. Where can I redirect you to?"

Harry stepped to his side, to read of his shoulder.

Heir Potter, Dating tips from the witches that know him best

What was list below was complete and utter nonsense, other then plugs to sell overpriced beauty products to desperate

Witches by witches that Harry had never met.

"Utter Bollox." Harry scoffed.

The wizard jumped, and looked up at the lad hovering over him. "Don't Do That!"

"I have no idea Who those Witches are, nor what 'elf piss' they are selling." He stepped back to the front of the desk. "I do believe I need to fill out a few forms."

"You actually have an animagus form and want to register it?"

"Yes." Harry sighed. "See, it is a form that is normally illegal in Muggle England. So if I am found and caught in said form, I am going to need Ministerial help to prevent breaking the SoS."

The clerk, using a quill with an enchanted ink, filled out the form quickly. "Okay. now I need to see your form. Can you hope up here on the desk?" he yelped as a Dogo was suddenly standing square on his desk. "Merlyn's Musky codpiece!" He stepped back. The Dogo swug its head about, and ran its massive tongue up the clerk's face. "Stop that!" the wizard giggled, relaxing. "Thanks, I needed that." He made a few notes, before pulling a camera out, "Can you slowly turn about? So I can fully get you from all sides." The Dogo slowly turned in one spot, as the Camera worked its magic. "All done."

The Dogo jumped off the desk… as Harry landed on his feet. "Is that All."

"Almost." the Clerk drew out another sheet. "Okay, Where did you learn to change?"

"Why are you asking?"

"Funding, seeing if they adhered to the Ministry Guidelines, things like that."

Harry nodded. "Animagus Camp in the Colonies."

The Quill hovered above the page, "Could you repeat that?"

"My Muggle was spending the Month in Los Angeles, but did not want me at home, nor under foot. So I was out wandering around, when I was run over by a magus, and she showed me into their world. One thing offered to me was a week-long camp to learn my other form. I jumped at the chance. My Father was a Hart, you know."

"Really? He was never registered."

"He Learned in School so he could run with a werewolf. When they left school, they joined the fight against the Dark Lord, and did not register so he could keep his alternate form a secret. He died before could do the paperwork." Harry sniffed.

The clerk nodded. He scratched a few notes. "What can you tell me about the Camp?"

"It is A lot of fun. Best for ages twelve to fifteen. Over Fifteen, and you have take the Leaf and Potion route."

"You know of the Leaf and Potion?" the Clerk glared at the youth before him.

"Yeah. My Godfather mentioned it in his plans for next summer." Harry smiled at the Wizard. "But that takes a month, and if you lose the leaf, you have to start over."

The Clerk nodded, and scratched some more. "Anything you can share?"

"No. They protect their secrets better than Goblins."

"Well that is us done." the clerk pulled a stamp and an inkpad from the drawer and slammed it on the pad then the bottom of the first form, the second.

"One more thing please." Harry pulled a black leather and silver studded collar from his pack. "Would you put this on Jowl, for me Please." He passed the wizard the collar and returned to the Dogo form. As the Collar closed about his neck, Harry barked, backed off, and shifted to his Hellhound form, and faded into nothing.