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Harry Potter, The Black Phoenix
Chapter 2-------------------- Traveling
A dark blue Honda ST rolled down the pavement of Little Whinging, bringing stares from all of the residents of Privet drive, the rider continued on noticing nothing, helmet not letting anybody see who he is. The bike rolled into Number 4, stopped and fell onto its kickstand. The rider got off to be confronted by one of the residents of Number 4, Vernon Dursley. The bikes rider ignored Dursley as Vernon tried to gain his attention.
"What is the meaning of this? Who are you and why are you at my house?" Vernon fumed; the rider kept on ignoring him, took off his helmet, and placed it on his bike.
"Because, Uncle," he stressed, "I live here." Harry turned facing a speechless Vernon and a confused Dudley. His uncle stuttered, sputtered and finally gave up, turning towards the house. "Where did you get a motorcycle?" looking at him in surprise.
"I. Bought. It. Dudley" as through speaking to a four year old. Dudley gave him an angry look and took a swing at Harry's head. He had been getting more brave and stupid by the year. Harry ducked the slow punch and brought a gleaming short sword to Dudley's throat. "Give me a reason, Dudley. Make a move or say a word and you'll be just a wee-bit shorter." He released the frightened pig and locked up his bike. He went inside and to his room. He picked up a book and read and reread until he passed out in exhaustion.
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The next morning he woke and checked off a day until Hogwarts, it had only been two weeks, he was dead bored, and he had done everything imaginable to himself in that short period of time. Earrings, tattoos, weapons, cloths, hairstyles, and contacts. He was a totally new person. His hair once black and unruly, had been tamed and spiked, dyed silver, and he had the tips highlighted green.
He had bought contacts, which helped immensely in his work, ever since the time he had his glasses taken and the shit beat out of him, he had been resentful of his glasses. He bought new cloths, nice cloths that actually fit. God that had been hilarious, the look on the clerk had been priceless.
Flashback
He had earned upwards of five hundred pounds today, well, half of it was stolen but that's another matter. He was in some of his cousins hand-me-downs, and other rags, he walked into a clothing store. He had seen some of his 'friends' go into the place a few times.
He walked up to a particularly disgusted fitter and asked to be fitted for a new set of cloths, everything. The man at first had told him to leave as if he were vermin. This burned Harry, but he stayed in control, he pulled put the wad of money and waved it in front of the man's face. His face lit as though he had seen God, Harry smirked at the man. The man went to work gathering anything that he could grab for the young man. Harry left with several large bags over his arm.
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The friends he had seen were the cause of at least one of his tattoos. Mainly the one of a white tiger clutching a lightning bolt in its mouth. Their symbol, the symbol of one of the gangs in Surrey, Harry had never known of any of them till a few days into his new work, they had seen him pull off a car jack with particular ease and had enlisted him on sight. He had never thought he would be using his father's old cloak to rob, but he did. It made him even richer than it had before.
The rest of the tattoos were of other animals he thought would be cool to have, including a thestral which he had described to the artist, who had been more than happy to do something so beautiful and frightening at the same time.
He had also gotten numerous rings on his left ear, a nose stud, and lip ring. He particularly enjoyed these, as the Dursleys had taken especial exception to them, so he loved them.
He final acquisition had been a new weapon, which people seemed to respond to better than a dagger. His particular weapon of choice for intimidation happened to be a Desert Eagle.
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Once Harry had got up, showered, dressed, and breakfasted, he said goodbye to the Dursleys and walked out the door. He immediately felt someone watching him, they where in an invisibility cloak by the driveway. Harry kept walking as if never noticing anything. He walked towards his bike, if he was right he would go right by the person as he drove by.
Harry hopped onto the bike, turned the key and felt the engine turn over. The person had not moved. Harry turned the bike around, and continued until it was a few feet in front of the person.
He twisted the handle, rocketing forward, snatched the cloak from the person, and sped away. When he was far enough away he turned back, seeing Lupin still recovering from shock. He waved and laughed at his old friend, old as in used to be. Lupin too had turned cool towards him, well, he agreed with Dumbledore, or That Old Bastard, anyway. Harry folded up his new cloak and hurried off towards London.
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When he had finished the hour and a half journey, he stepped into The Leaky Cauldron. It was the same as always; people here and there, anybody and everything imaginable. All staring at him. He did indeed look like a muggle. He pulled his wand and flipped it about in front of them. They turned away, never seeing the scar on his head. Well, you know what they say, hidden in plain view.
He continued into Diagon Alley, he had some things to get. But first he needed money, so he headed to Gringotts. He asked a Goblin for an overview of his estates. He had thought of something this summer, if his parents owned a house, then maybe there was more. The goblin asked for his key, which he handed over. The goblin placed the key into a slot, a piece of parchment popped into view, writing filling it, and then some, judging from the arrows at the bottom. More popped into view, finally counting to ten. Harry took these and sat down at a desk. He skimmed through, looked at the name to make sure, skimmed through again, and stood up and stomped his way to the counter.
"Sir," he voice nearly cracking in fury, "Who oversees these accounts?" the goblin looked through a file under his workstation and said "One Albus Dumbledore." Harry growled in frustration, "I want all of my monetary assets moved to another account, under my over vision. I want all of the Potter assets liquidated. And I want an overview of the Black accounts in my control." He paused, the goblin looked at him astonished; "NOW!" he shouted. The goblin bowed and hurried to a back room.
Harry stood there, people staring at him after his outburst, he glared in their general direction, sending them scattering. An elderly goblin came out and gestured for him to come into the back office. "Hello, Mr. Potter, I believe that you have a few serious orders for us." Harry sat in the chair opposite of the goblin, "Well," Harry asked, "is there problem?" the goblin shook his head, "No sir, but we need your signature ensuring that we will not be prosecuted for giving you your assets." He pulled a piece a paper and placed it in front of Harry. He pulled a quill and ink and set that next to it as well.
Harry read through the contract, it seemed that what the goblin really didn't want was Dumbledore causing trouble for them, as it was stated in the contract. The Old Man didn't want him to have his money. Well with this contract Harry took all responsibility. That was okay. Dumbledore would be removed from any place of opposition.
Harry signed, and left to his new vault, inside was a least ten times the amount of the little vault that Dumbledore allowed him to have. He took as many galleons as he could fit in his pouch; quite a sum considering it had been expanded inside. Back outside he went through his plan.
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First stop, books, lots and lots of books. Well maybe not first stop, he needed one of those trunks like the fake Moody had in Fourth year. He walked into a shop advertising a vast array of trunks. He looked at everything, he found a good one, it had four slates of metal that opened for his wand signature, opening to four compartments, one was the size of his bedroom, lined with bookshelves, also it would shrink and resize at a touch to another metal pad, it was perfect. He bought it.
Now for his list, Books, anything to help him. To Flourish and Blotts, inside he began stacking books up on the counter in front of the clerk. Animagus, wand making, DADA, magical theory, rune magic, and ancient magic. The last two were histories because they had been forgotten. He bought over thirty books, stacked them inside his trunk.
Outside he started going over what else he would need, when he saw something interesting, Nocturne alley. He put a hand on a dagger, and went through into the darker part of the magical shopping center. He looked around, and smiled. A darks arts book shop, a dark creature shop, weapons, and dark healing, all he would visit.
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He stepped out of Nocturne Ally, a rather large snake wrapped around his shoulders, protectively, and his library and another compartment filled. Also if you looked closely you would see no contacts, yet he saw perfectly.
He saw someone sitting at an outside café all alone, though he didn't know why. He knew it was Tonks, even if she looked like McGonagall's little sister. She must have been sent to watch for him. He put his snake into the terrarium inside his trunk.
He put on a pair of sunglasses and sat down across from her. "Hey Tonks." He said ordering a drink. She looked him over, "Do I know you?" He laughed, and grinned.
"You, and every other wizard in Great Britain." He pulled off his sunglasses, pointing to his scar. She looked shocked and reached over and hugged him. He was rather surprised, but hugged her back. He looked at her confused when she let go. She blushed, and morphed into something more recognizable as her. "I'm sorry Harry, but I have barely talked to anyone outside the Order for a month." At this Harry's confused look grew.
"Why's that?" he asked. "Well, they think I'll cause trouble being on a mission, and don't want me in the Ministry right now, with the upheaval and all." He nodded, understanding dawning on him, he had seen it in the Daily Prophet, every few days someone would try to make everyone else do something worthwhile, while awaiting a new Minister of Magic, he got a every other day subscription. "Well, that sucks, but Dumbledore is a moron, so I can see that happening. You can hang around with me you know, just volunteer for my guard. I would love to have someone other than the muggles I'm with." He told her.
"Hmmm…. Sounds good to me. Right now is one of the few times they let me out," she paused looking him over, "lets go do something!" She stood, pulling him by the hand, off in the direction of a part of Daigon Ally he had never been to. Filled with pubs, inns, bars, and…well if he wasn't mistaken, they had wizarding clubs. Her fingers had intertwined with his during the journey; he disengaged his hand, looking into her apologetic eyes. He paid no heed to the look and put his arm around her waist, and started off towards the club he had seen, she leaned in on his shoulder.
Outside the club he stopped. He put a hand under her chin, bringing her head up to look her in the eyes. He searched them for deceit, but found nothing but longing, and hunger, he smiled, lent down and pulled her lips to his. He loved the way she would move her tongue against his. He pulled up and again looked into her eyes, this would become his favorite activity.
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He lay down on his bed, at home, truly happy, and satisfied with his existence. He looked at the ceiling thinking of her eyes, and her lips. At the club they had danced until late at night, he would often stop to lock her lips in his, always looking up to see her wanting more. She had left him around two in the morning, having to get back to the Order. He had a long ride home that actually passed in a very short time, because he was thinking of the way she had moved against him in the club. He closed his eyes, knowing that no nightmares would plague him tonight.
A/N: This is just the beginning of the summer, but I will jump next to a couple weeks ahead next time, Coming up: Training and Planning.