Hello again! This chapter may be a bit longer if I have time, so I hope that will please some of my dissidents. This is a Diagon Alley chapter, hopefully only one chapter (DC's was really big wasn't it?). And about Samantha, I'll drop some more clues later…muahahaha.
Chapter 3
Harry landed in the main hall of Snape Manor in a heap. Amara and Severus (A/N: it's easier if I call him by his first name for now) managed to stay on their feet.
"I hate traveling by portkey," Harry muttered, picking himself up off the ground. Amara laughed at his misfortune and he glared at her in return.
"You two will be sleeping in the upper dungeons below us. Your items will be there when we return," Severus explained.
"Return from where?" Harry asked.
"Diagon Alley, boy. You need some school supplies, am I correct?" Severus answered. Harry's eyes flashed at the term used for him, but it died down quickly. "We can Floo there, but I assure you that it is not better than using a portkey."
"I know how to Floo," Harry growled. Severus cocked one eyebrow and turned towards a large carved fireplace.
"I would hate to rush you, but time is of the essence. The sun will be up at about 5:30, so you have about that amount of time to purchase everything," Severus said coldly to Harry.
"Before we do this, why in the nine hells do you hate me so much?" Harry all but yelled.
"That is a long story that I do not care to talk about," Severus sneered. "Now get in the fireplace and go to Diagon Alley." He shoved a handful of Floo powder in Harry's palms and pushed the boy into the fireplace.
Harry glared at Severus in response. "Diagon Alley," he yelled as the flames turned green.
Harry tumbled out of the fireplace in the shopping area, followed by Severus and Amara. "Harry, could you at least land one form of transportation?" Amara sighed.
"Oh shut it Amara," Harry snapped.
"Lets hurry this along, I do not wish to dawdle," Severus said, brushing past Amara helping Harry up. Diagon Alley was almost empty this time of night, leaving the dregs of society to arise. The main shops were open luckily and the three made their way around, checking off items as they purchased them.
Amara always kept some money with her, later supplemented by money from Gringotts that they had gotten after her moneybag became significantly lighter. Robe selection was different for Harry that most people in that his robes all had hoods which hid his head from the sun.
Next of the list was a pet. A cat or a toad would be too boring, and an owl just wasn't…right. A snake was way to cliché and they were way too chatty with their incessant chattering. Something caught Harry's attention in the deeper parts of the store. A large black raven stood on a perch, glaring at Harry as he moved within the rows. Needless to add, Harry bought the bird on the spot, getting a bit of a look from his Potions Master, but not a work was spoken about it.
The bird hated its cage and insisted on perching on its master's shoulder. Harry named the raven Hades, after the Greek god of the underworld, but mostly because it was a pretty cool name.
The last stop on the list was for a wand. This was the moment Harry was waiting for, his key to magic. The trio walked into Ollivander's (Fine Makers of Wands Since 382 B.C.) and the adults sat in two spindly chairs as Harry moved towards the desk.
"What do we have here? A nocturnal visitor to my shop?" said a voice from the shelves. The owner of the store emerged from their rear of the store and surveyed his customers. "I see, two vampires, this is why I have visitors."
Harry was a bit shocked that the man could tell that the two of them were vampires. "I am here for a wand."
"Why else would you be here?" Ollivander asked, a bit of smile on his face. "A vampire-wizard. You are not a common occurrence; there has been only one of your kind in a millennia. I don't think I even have to measure you." The man disappeared into the shelves again.
"Aha! Here it is," he called from within the bowels of the store. He reappeared with a black steel box in hand. The lock came off with a key off of Ollivander's necklace. "This has been waiting here for centuries for a vampire-wizard. It is the oddest combination ever recorded. It is actually metal, not wood, with part of a vampire's heart inside for the core. Give it a wave."
Harry took the wand from the man and complied with his wishes. The wand gave off a rush of power that would be like a mortal touching the third rail on a subway track. The energy was as dark as it could be, but with a certain element that made the darkness not…evil. Harry's mind flashed with images long ago, of vampires and mortals, doing many a thing. "What was that?" Harry gasped.
"That would be images from the vampire who supplied the core," Ollivander explained. "Her name was Samantha Carnane, and elder vampire who told me that the core would help the kindred who could control magic."
A/N: Okay here, it's longer, HAPPY? I think I will now start to respond to reviewers for each chapter, just to show my appreciation!
Drusilla- Thanks for the kind remarks; Samantha will be talked about even more after this chapter!
HecateDeMort- Thanks! And here's a longer chapter you big baby! Just kidding! It's my Spring Break right now, so I can get these out faster now!
Anarane Anwamane- Wow, really? Why thank you! Could you say that to my English teacher? She thinks that I write horribly.