DISCLAIMER: see prologue….

A/N: hello to everyone! Actually, it's been practically months since the test ended…. I just needed some time to think of this chapter. Besides I'm such a lazy bum to do this, I'm actually having second thoughts if I should continue this or not. people starts to raise their daggers 0.0;;; hides under the desk o-okay, no need to use those stuff…. Anyway, I'm sure y'all already waited for such a long time. Everyone, I present to you the second chapter.

Chapter 2: A Troublesome Day

August 25th

It was seven o'clock in the morning and Harry was awoken by a cold splash on his face. Apparently, a house elf had poured a bucket full of ice cold water. "What do you want?!" Harry growled, casting a Drying Charm on himself. "M-master would like to sp-speak with you sir." The squeaking and stuttering (a/n: hey I just made an alliteration. groans I think I've had enough figures of speech…) house elf told Harry. "What would Father want to-" Harry began to say as he finally realized what they were going to do today.

Harry immediately changed his clothes and went straight down for breakfast.

As he went down he saw his Father eating quietly. "You could've at least woken up at least a little earlier." Voldemort said raising his head from what he was eating. "Forgive my tardiness Father. I most probably forgot to set the alarm on my clock." Harry sat down as he said this and ordered one of the house elves to cook him some food.

A few moments later, as Harry had finished his food, his father asked if he was already ready to go to Diagon Alley later that afternoon. "Yes, I'm ready. Father, am I going under the glamour charm while I shop for my things?" Harry asked Voldemort. "Yes. We can't risk letting you get seen in your natural appearance." Voldemort replied in a tone that implied 'I'll still do it if you disagree.' "I understand." came Harry's reply.

Later that afternoon……

"Harry, it's time." Voldemort called. Harry nodded. Yes, although he already let go all of his emotions long ago, he can't keep himself from being anxious into how he'll look like once the charm was cast on him. "Ready?" Voldemort asked. "Yes." After the glamour charm was put on him, he no longer had the messy black hair; however, it was replaced by a spiked dark brown hair. His eyes too were no longer the striking emerald green eyes; they were replaced by amethyst purple eyes. Even the shape of his face slightly changed. It suddenly became a little chubbier, but not at all fat. No. He's strikingly handsome.

Harry looked at himself through the mirror that one of the servants just gave him. He was beyond stunned. Who knew Lord Voldemort had taste in men? (a/n: ….Okay, that sounded weird…..) Lord Voldemort however, was getting impatient as he had something very important to attend to. "Hurry up. I don't want to be late with my meeting. As soon as you finish buying your books, go home straight away. Understood?" He said. Harry merely nodded. Before he went though, he checked if he had all the things he needed to need. Weapons for self-protection for example. "'Till later Father." And he went through the fireplace and traveled through Floo Powder.

The place was getting quite crowded. Students who're from Hogwarts he supposed were running like mad chicken. Harry sneered. 'How uncivilized' he thought to himself. "Better get it done so I could leave this place sooner." He mumbled to himself. "First stop, Gringotts."

After he withdrew some money from the family vault, he decided to go to Flourish and Blotts first. So obviously, Harry took the books that he needed, but he also took some books for himself for light reading. Books like: Dark Art: Is it Really Evil?, Transfiguration and Charms for Geniuses, A Potions Book for A Potions Master and a dozen more. He's next stop was Olivander's Wand Shop. Harry mentally groaned. He was sure that he'll waste a lot of time because of the old man and his old age.

As he entered the shop, he saw no one but felt the old man's presence. "Good afternoon, here for Hogwarts I suppose?" Mr. Olivander said. Harry gave a nod. "Very well then. Which is your wand hand?" Harry raised his right hand. He wasn't about to let the old man know that he can use his wand in both hands now would he? "Right now, Mr. ?" Olivander said. "Warner. Jake Warner." Harry told him. "Yes, now Mr. Warner, try this. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. 9 inches. Nice and flexible. Give it a wave."

Harry took the wand and did as he was told. But Mr. Olivander it out of his hands at once. "How about this one? Maple and phoenix feather. Quite whippy. Go on." Harry gave this one a swish but the old geezer took it just like what he did to the other one. He tried and tried a couple more wands. Until finally he was a given this particular wand. "Okay now – yes, why not – unusual combination – holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches. Nice and supple."

Harry felt different with this wand. Oh, indeed he was. He tried a spell and it worked perfectly well. Mr. Olivander practically cried at what he saw. We don't know whether it was because finally, after all those wands he finally found this wand or because of the effects of his spell. "Very good! Very good indeed. Now that'll be seven galleons" Harry paid and left. His next stop was shopping for robes.

He entered and found a blond kid getting measured. Malfoy's kid I suppose…Harry thought. "Good morning. Here for Hogwarts?" asked the lady. Harry gave a small nod. "Right, over here then." The lady led him to a stool to be measured. Then the blond kid began to talk to him. "Hogwarts too?" he said. Harry gave no reply. But the kid just didn't seem he wanted to stop. "Have you gotten yourself a broom yet?" No response. "Which house do you think you'll be in?" No response. The kid went on and on, Harry finally pissed said, "You know, when people usually don't give any response, it means they're not interested. Please, bear that in mind." Before the kid could response, the lady said, "Alright, that's about it.You're free to go." And Harry, was more than happy to go.

After thirty more minutes, he was already done. It took him that long because the owner of the Apohtecary had a shock that an eleven year old starting at Hogwarts chose a boa constrictor for his familiar. Of course, Harry was well aware that you can only bring a cat, an owl or a toad. That's why he already transfigured it to a black owl. Which gave the owner another shock. Harry was, to say the least, not pleased by the delay. This owner is wasting his time.

Finally, he was left with nothing more to do but go home when he sensed someone following him. He quickened his pace n order to lose the creature. Apparently the creature was not too eager to loose sight of him. Harry grabbed one kunai hidden under his slacks. He didn't need magic to kill this guy. If he was training for an assassin, he would pass with flying colors.

He pushed the guy to a hard wall, held him by the neck, kunai pointed directly at the guy's heart. "Who are you? What do you want?" Harry hissed coldly. "Tracey Parks. Assassin. Appointed to kill you… Mr. Potter." Harry's eyes widened. "What the hell are you talking about?! Why would you want to kill me? You don't even know me." Harry said. "Oh, but that's where you are wrong Mr. Potter. You see, I know everything about you. And I know that your parents hated you with a passion. When you left, they were more than happy, they were delighted. Said that it's nice to see the house clean of filth once again." Parks seemed to be enjoying this. Harry was well, bored. "You know, if you're trying to provoke me, it's not working. I have long ago been apathetic. Instead of blabbing there, why don't you just finish what you were assigned to do." "Ohh… Cocky are you? Well see about that"

Sure, he was fast. But what is speed without brains?

Parks aimed a killing curse at him… or so he thought. "Where are you aiming at?" Harry appeared to be at his back, kunai still at hand. "I'll kill you in about… let's say… 30 seconds." "Yeah?" "Hell yeah."

And Harry went straight for him. He stabbed Parks at the ribs for three times. One time on the leg. Four times on his arms and torso. And one big long slash on his back. "And for the finishing touch…" He concentrated a certain amount of charka to his hand and… "RASENGAN!" He thrust his hand to Parks torso. Harry looked at his watch. "I guess I was wrong. I only killed you or 25 seconds… For an assassin, you're really weak… Look at me… talking to a dead guy… I guess I'll see you in hell parks." Harry cracked his knuckles and neck… "I should go home now… I've had far too much delays."

Harry flooed back and was greeted by his personal servant. "How was your day young master?" "Troublesome. Very troublesome indeed. Will you prepare my bath, Drake? I'm rather tired from all the walking." Harry asked his servant, "Certainly young master." Drake said, bowed down in front of Harry and went away to prepare his bath.

Meanwhile…

On e of Voldemort's spies told him a rather interesting news. "I see. He is a very talented killing machine. He will be useful in our side. And the fact that he wants to avenge himself will make him much more powerful. He truly lives by his name…"

End of Chapter

tbc….