a/n I'm not sure how fast I'll be able to update. I've got about 7 chapters written right now, but I'm kind of stuck…also I don't have all of them typed yet so, please bear with me. I also want to thank RossWrock for allowing me to use his ideas. He inspired me to write this fic…so go read his too. It's called Harry Potter and the Power of Time.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but the plot and any characters you don't recognize
Chapter 5: A Whole New Look
At the entrance to the Alley Harry saw a tattoo and piercings shop.
'I think I'll get a tattoo and maybe one ear pierced,' he thought, 'but only on my way back.'
Most of the stores in Knockturn Alley looked dark, and foreboding, save one. It was a book store with many books on the dark arts and dark curses. Harry, deciding that he should probably 'get to know the enemy' and maybe even fight fire with fire, picked up a few books that looked interesting and promising. Among them he found Most Potent Potions. He paid for the books, a total of ten books for 300 galleons, and walked out of the shop and back down to the tattoo parlor.
Inside, the shop was a very colorful, with tattoos displayed around the walls. There was a case with silver studs and hoops. The owner looked bored sitting behind the counter. Harry went up to him to talk about what he wanted.
"Can I help you?" the owner asked. "If you're not of age, then I'll need parental consent."
"I'm almost sixteen," Harry replied, "but my guardians won't care about what I do."
"Okay, but if you get into trouble, don't' sue me. I did warn you. What would you like?"
"Well, I would like a big shaggy black dog, like the grim, on my right shoulder blade and a white stag on my left shoulder blade. I'd also like a white phoenix with midnight blue wing tips on my right bicep. Can I also get a single silver hoop?" Harry asked.
"Alright," replied the owner, "but it may sting a bit. Not as bad as the needles the muggles work with mind you, but I still need to 'stick' you a little bit to get the dyes to stay permanent. The hoop shouldn't hurt too badly though."
So Harry pulled off his shirt and lay face down on the table and waited while the owner applied the dyes needed. He felt a little sting when the dyes sank into his skin, but it wasn't too bad, nothing like the Cruciatus Curse. He sat up while the owner did his bicep and the hop in his earlobe. The owner handed Harry a mirror when he was done. The earring just looked cool and so did his bicep. He turned the mirror to his back and twisted to see it. He was amazed. Padfoot and Prongs were moving around on his back, but no really far from each shoulder blade, but enough to make them interesting to watch.
"I decided to add that little bit extra if that's okay," explained the owner. "It gives them some interest compared to regular muggle tattoos.
"I love it," Harry answered. "I would have asked, had I known you could do that. Thanks"
"I also put in a special feature so that only those you allow to see them will be able to view them. To anyone else looking, it'll just be a bare back. You're phoenix I couldn't do however. That's just a plain tattoo," said the owner.
Harry was extremely pleased with what he had gotten. He paid the owner and went to pick up his robes form Madam Malkin's. As he was getting ready to leave, he remembered the item s he'd put aside in his family vault. He walked over to Gringotts and took a cart with Griphook again, down to the vault. He pulled his new trunk out of the pocket in his pants, enlarged it and put everything fro the day's shopping and the items in the vault into the first two compartments. He closed the trunk and left the bowels of Gringotts fir the second time that day.
As he walked back out into Diagon Alley, getting ready to head into muggle London, there was a burst of flame and a phoenix appeared. Harry, at first glance, thought it was Fawkes and thought that Dumbledore had found him. But, upon closer inspection, Harry realized that this phoenix had some white on it along with the familiar red and gold. The phoenix was mainly red and gold, but the wing tips and some of the breast were white. The phoenix found a perch on Harry shoulder and trilled to him as if to say "I'm yours now. I choose you; I am now bound to you."
Harry was delighted at first, but then became worried when he realized the attention the phoenix would bring to him. His fears were alleviated however when she, as he had conclude the phoenix was a she, just trilled at him to show him that nobody was paying attention at all. It was like nobody had even seen her appear. Harry realized that she must have been able to only those that she or Harry deemed trustworthy, see her.
So Harry, with the phoenix on his shoulder, but safe form unwanted eyes, se t off into muggle London. As he walked, he thought about what he wanted and needed.
'Well, I should probably get a TV and DVD player for the bedroom in my trunk, as well as some furnishings. I can probably conjure the little things like the lamps, but he bed I won't be able to do. I'll need some weights too, especially if I want to bulk up so that I won't get knocked over if I get into a muggle fight. A punching bag might be good too, that way I can work on my punches and kicks. It'd probably be a good way to let my anger out too. I definitely need a new wardrobe and a haircut. Maybe I'll get a pair of sunglasses too, just incase I don't' want to use my contacts on really sunny days.'
The first stop he made was a clothing store. It had every type of clothing imaginable. He went up to the desk to ask for some help, but found he couldn't speak when he saw the sales assistant behind the counter. She looked to be about 16. She had brown hair with natural red highlights. She stood about 5 foot eight inches (sorry, I'm American and don't know the conversion factors for meters) and was average size. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of blue that sparkled with mischief, and, as Harry thought, had curves in all the right places.
"Hello, may I help you," the girl asked.
At last Harry found his voice, which cracked as he spoke, making him blush. "Hi, I was wondering if I could get some help with a whole new wardrobe."
Like Daphne at madam Malkin's, the girl giggled and blushed. "Sure I'll help. My name's Julie by the way."
"Err…thanks. I'm Harry." was the reply.
"Okay Harry. Follow me. I'll load you up with everything."
True to her word, Julie had Harry try on everything from swimming trunks to winter coats and beyond. Every time he would come out of the changing room to ask Julie's opinion, she would blush and say it looked really good on him.
In the end, Harry ended up with five t-shirts, four button up casual shirts, four pairs of jeans, one pair that was baggy and black, three cargo pants in black, khaki, and camouflage, a leather jacket, although he had no idea why, ski jacket (along with snow pants, a snowboard, gloves, a hat and a pair of boarding boots which he had no idea what he would do with), two pairs of sneakers, one pair of Doc Martens, and one other pair of dress shoes, two fancy collared shirts, three pair of nice black pants, a nice jacket, and a couple of ties. Harry also found himself with new boxers, some swimming trunks, and socks. By the time he was finished, he was blushing beet red, and Julie was giggling as only girls can giggle. He paid for his new clothes and was about to walk out the door when Julie spoke form behind him.
"Wait," she called. "I'm on break in about thirty seconds and we con go and see about getting you anew hairdo."
So Julie too Harry to the hair salon and spoke quietly with the man there.
"Alright," he said to Harry. "Just go on and sit in the chair. You'll hardly recognize yourself when I'm done."
Err…," was all Harry could say.
So, resigned to his fate and with a nod from Julie, Harry sat in the chair and watched his hair fall to the floor in pieces. After about ten minutes of almost constant chopping, the barber announced he was done.
When Harry looked up, he could hardly believe his eyes. His hair, which used to be wild and untamable, was extremely short and spiky. It looked tame fair once and the shortness showed off is scar. There were blonde highlights at the tips which gave him the look of somebody not to mess with. Harry was glad he had given in, and paid a huge tip to the barber. He thanked Julie profusely and said goodbye back at the clothing store.
His next stop was a sporting goods store. There he bought the best weights the store carried. He also bought a pushing bag and gloves. As he paid for the equipment, he noticed a pair of sunglasses that really caught his eye. They were Oakley Minutes with a navy blue frame and gold lenses. He added that to his list of items bought in the sporting store and left.
As he walked the street back towards the Leaky Cauldron, he felt a pull to go in a certain direction, away from the Leaky Cauldrons. As he got closer to the origin of the pull, he felt his family ring start to pulse. He had the sudden urge to push the crest and he found himself in a mansion. He stood awestruck starring up at the high ceiling. Across it, a griffin and a phoenix chased each other while a giant black dog, a stag and a werewolf played a game of cat and mouse.
Harry looked down as he felt a tugging on his sleeve. The source of the tugging was a house elf wearing a blue toga with the Potter family crest stamped upon the toga.
"Welcome, Master Potter Sir. I am Tasha, one of the Potter family house elves. I is welcoming you to the Potter family home."