Wahhh! I got up this morning (afternoon) and what do I find? So many
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Thanks To:
Anaiyah, you reviews are great, they make me laugh, I don't know about the pudding thing though... (Scratches head)... meh, Darth Vader Rules!
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Sarya-san: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you like it so far. :p
Disclaimer: Same as before but not after...That doesn't make a lot of sense.
At precisely 6:45 in the morning did Harry James Potter, hero of the Wizarding World, the bane of Voldemort's existence, rise from his slumber and land painfully on his backside, next to his four poster and a mirror that was laughing it's reflection off. "Bloody fuck!" Harry cursed as he untangled his legs from his bed sheets and clambered to his feet. He then picked up his shoe and threw it at the already much assaulted mirror. 'Really,' He thought 'If it doesn't want to be hurt it should keep its bloody wooden mouth shut', Harry pulled on a Pair of Dudley's old shorts from his trunk (They doubled as extremely baggy Capri's for Harry) and a loose fitting T-shirt that had "Eat Me!" In large blue letters. Harry thought it sent his frame of mind across quite nicely, though "unstable" would also be appropriate.
Harry's musings were cut short as he grabbed his cloak, and making sure his face was covered, made his way down stairs. The Hag Lady from the previous night was sitting in her usual stool much to Harry's extreme discomfort, and two other patrons sat in the far corner of the bar conversing in hushed tones.
Tom was busy nursing a bottle of fire whisky and muttering to himself about poltergeists and cross-dressing Goblins. Harry dug some galleons out of his pocket and accosted the inebriated Inn Keeper (A/N, Big words make me feel smrt...er...smart grins). "I want to reserve my room for one more night, if you don't mind" said Harry in the same whispery voice he used the night before. Tom looked blearily up at him and shrugged, Harry figured he could have been a Blood thirsty Vampire demanding a virgin sacrifice and the man wouldn't care.
"Fine" Tom drawled, Harry took a step back from the man's breath. "By the way, whaz' yer' name, man?" Harry blanched; he knew he was missing something on his list...aw shit.
"My name is..." Harry casted around for an idea and spotted the logo on Tom's bottle, "Nosh and Andrews: Causers of quality drunkenness since 1273 B.C tm." "Andrews, my name is Andrews" He desperately hoped Tom didn't ask for a first name, there was only so many times he could use Neville. "Eh right then," Tom murmured, "Thought yeh' mighta bin that Potter boy, took off yesserday' affernoon' and got Dumbledore in an uproar, owled me twice already,...told 'im I'd keep a lookout a'course, but really, I'm quite to drunk to care. E's sending Snape o'er this evenin' anyway's...."Tom promptly slid of his chair and fell asleep on the floor.
Harry's stomach clenched painfully, 'Great, Snape, I hate Snape, I need to get out of here' He quickly tapped the proper bricks to get to Diagon Alley and Made his way to Gringotts as fast as he could without knocking his hood down. Harry Got in line behind some other Wizards and tried not to bounce up and down on the balls of his feet.
"Can I help you" asked a hooked nose goblin as Harry's turn finally came up. "Er...Can I exchange wizarding money into muggle money?" The goblin gave Harry a long look before hopping off its tellers stool. "Come with me please." He said. Harry swallowed nervously and followed the Goblin through a pair of brass doors with silver ornate handles.
That looked like severed hands.
Lovely.
Harry entered a rather plain looking office with a muggle computer on top of a mahogany desk. The Goblin hopped on the leather chair behind it and started ruffling through some papers. "Name" He asked. Harry sighed, now was the moment of truth. "Harry Potter sir" he murmured quietly. The Goblin nodded "Do you have your Key?"
Harry handed the small object over to the Goblin who inserted it into what should have been the Disc drive, but was a key hole instead. Suddenly the computer screen lit up with figures and the Goblin started typing furiously. "Four thousand three hundred and thirty galleons in your own vault, not counting the figures, stock and shares you inherited from your late Godfather Sirius Black." Harry nodded, trying not to wince at such a casual use of Sirius' name and choosing not to ask how the Goblin knew his Godfather was dead. "At the muggle exchange rate this is what a quarter of your assets would look like in British Pounds." Harry leaned over the desk to look at the desk and nearly hit his jaw on the floor. "Are you serious?" He asked breathlessly. He couldn't believe it....He was freaking rich!
"Of course I am!" The Goblin huffed, as if Harry was insulting his counting abilities. "Would you like this in cash or in a bank deposit?'
Harry paused "In a muggle account please." The goblin nodded. "And what alias will this be under?" Harry paused and looked around the office. A pair of muggle cameras lay collecting dust on a shelf was the only other piece of decorum in the room.
Cameras....
"Cameron" Harry replied. "Cameron Andrews." The Goblin nodded. "Place of residence?"
"I don't know"
"Next of kin?"
"I don't have any." Harry fidgeted in his chair.
The Goblin (once again) nodded. "Well Mister Andrews (a/n you have no idea how much I wanted his last name to be Anderson) the account is set up at the London bank....There is one problem though." Harry felt his mouth go dry, "And what would that be?" "Because you are only 16 years of age you need an Adult to sign a consent form to transfer funds. Any Adult with some form of responsibility concerning you will do."
It took every ounce of self control Harry had not to curl up into a little ball and scream. He's been taking care of himself since he was a child! What the hell was this? 'Maybe I could fake it' He thought desperately. Unfortunately one look at the Goblins face told he had a snowball's chance in hell of getting away with it. 'Any adult....shit."
Wait a minute.
"Does the Adult have to be human?" He asked.
"No." The Goblin said. He looked slightly amused.
"Can he be a banker" He asked, hope growing in his stomach.
"No" He replied.
Hope died and went to hell.
"He can however, be a personal consultant." The Goblin served him a pointed look.
"Know anyone who'd be up for the Job?" Harry wanted to sing with excitement.
The Goblin smiled widely and held out his hand "My name is Quilder Matchtop."
"Mr. Matchtop, Your Hired!"
Three hours later Harry left Gringotts with a bank card, the address (and keys) to his new flat in London, Instructions for the muggle cabby outside the leaky cauldron, and a number to reach Matchtop via the telephone and an E-mail address. Harry was beaming underneath his hood. There was, as brilliant as everything had turned out, two drawbacks.
One was that Snape would be prowling Diagon Alley in a matter of hours.
Two was that he had a roommate. He had begged Matchtop not to set him up with one, but as this was very short notice there was little he could do. Matchtop said that her alias was Dawn Miller and she has been living as a muggle for several years. Harry wasn't sure how he felt about sharing a flat with a female let alone one who was probably very old with several cats.
Harry hates cats. Except for Crookshanks.
Matchtop had also informed Harry that even though Harry wasn't going to return to Hogwarts this term (Harry felt very foolish when he told Matchtop that, but, as usual the Goblin just nodded.) he would still need to study. "The Dark Lord has Risen sir, you must be prepared, besides it will lower your insurance." He had told him, so reluctantly, Harry agreed. This meant that Harry needed to pick up his school supplies as quickly as possible.
Harry pulled out the list of things he would need for his schooling (Matchtop had given him an early copy) and the list he had made up the night before. He rushed to the Apothecary, Flourish and Blotts (He got several strange looks when he asked for his school books, but he figured he'd be long gone before the realized anything), Eyelops, Knockturn Alley (with only a moments hesitation) and resisted the temptation to go into Weasley Wizard Wheezes and see Fred and George, he didn't want to say goodbye, or answer any questions.
Harry hurled himself up the creaking stairs in the Leaky Cauldron to his room, stuffed his belongings into his trunk and slammed it shut. He threw one last piece of parchment at the mirror ("I didn't say anything!") and stormed down the stairs tossed some galleons on the table in front of a dozing Tom, along with a note saying he had to leave early. Outside the Inn a black cab with tinted windows was waiting for him, he quickly pushed his belongings in, and climbed in thanking every Deity out there for Matchtop's brilliancy and promptness. "Where too sonny?" Asked a Goblin with a Cockney accent in the driver's seat.
"Er..." Harry fumbled with the piece of parchment in his hand "23, Coller Alley, the...er...Fourth flat on the right."
"Right-o sonny" The Goblin snapped his fingers and suddenly turned into a rakish looking young man with a gap-tooth smile. "'Names Gary sonny-boy, I'll bet ye be Master Andrews then?" He prattled as he revved the engine. "Yes" said Harry looking out the window and trying to ignore being called "Sonny". Gary rolled the car into the street, but not before Harry caught a glance of billowing black robes and shoulder length greasy hair.
Snape had come early.
Oooooohhhh... I'm so leaving it right there folks, I was gonna make it longer but I rather like this. Mhuahaha! Up next, Harry's new roommate, why he went to Knockturn Alley, and his new Job. I actually wanted to put all this in this chapter but...I think I'll wait. Heheh. Sorry Ej!
Ta!
Thanks To:
Anaiyah, you reviews are great, they make me laugh, I don't know about the pudding thing though... (Scratches head)... meh, Darth Vader Rules!
Haley: Did you know that EJ2 typed me the same thing?
EJ2: Did you know that Haley typed me the same thing?
Leia105: UPDATE!! I'm holding all bobble Heads for ransom until you do!! Lol
Sarya-san: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you like it so far. :p
Disclaimer: Same as before but not after...That doesn't make a lot of sense.
At precisely 6:45 in the morning did Harry James Potter, hero of the Wizarding World, the bane of Voldemort's existence, rise from his slumber and land painfully on his backside, next to his four poster and a mirror that was laughing it's reflection off. "Bloody fuck!" Harry cursed as he untangled his legs from his bed sheets and clambered to his feet. He then picked up his shoe and threw it at the already much assaulted mirror. 'Really,' He thought 'If it doesn't want to be hurt it should keep its bloody wooden mouth shut', Harry pulled on a Pair of Dudley's old shorts from his trunk (They doubled as extremely baggy Capri's for Harry) and a loose fitting T-shirt that had "Eat Me!" In large blue letters. Harry thought it sent his frame of mind across quite nicely, though "unstable" would also be appropriate.
Harry's musings were cut short as he grabbed his cloak, and making sure his face was covered, made his way down stairs. The Hag Lady from the previous night was sitting in her usual stool much to Harry's extreme discomfort, and two other patrons sat in the far corner of the bar conversing in hushed tones.
Tom was busy nursing a bottle of fire whisky and muttering to himself about poltergeists and cross-dressing Goblins. Harry dug some galleons out of his pocket and accosted the inebriated Inn Keeper (A/N, Big words make me feel smrt...er...smart grins). "I want to reserve my room for one more night, if you don't mind" said Harry in the same whispery voice he used the night before. Tom looked blearily up at him and shrugged, Harry figured he could have been a Blood thirsty Vampire demanding a virgin sacrifice and the man wouldn't care.
"Fine" Tom drawled, Harry took a step back from the man's breath. "By the way, whaz' yer' name, man?" Harry blanched; he knew he was missing something on his list...aw shit.
"My name is..." Harry casted around for an idea and spotted the logo on Tom's bottle, "Nosh and Andrews: Causers of quality drunkenness since 1273 B.C tm." "Andrews, my name is Andrews" He desperately hoped Tom didn't ask for a first name, there was only so many times he could use Neville. "Eh right then," Tom murmured, "Thought yeh' mighta bin that Potter boy, took off yesserday' affernoon' and got Dumbledore in an uproar, owled me twice already,...told 'im I'd keep a lookout a'course, but really, I'm quite to drunk to care. E's sending Snape o'er this evenin' anyway's...."Tom promptly slid of his chair and fell asleep on the floor.
Harry's stomach clenched painfully, 'Great, Snape, I hate Snape, I need to get out of here' He quickly tapped the proper bricks to get to Diagon Alley and Made his way to Gringotts as fast as he could without knocking his hood down. Harry Got in line behind some other Wizards and tried not to bounce up and down on the balls of his feet.
"Can I help you" asked a hooked nose goblin as Harry's turn finally came up. "Er...Can I exchange wizarding money into muggle money?" The goblin gave Harry a long look before hopping off its tellers stool. "Come with me please." He said. Harry swallowed nervously and followed the Goblin through a pair of brass doors with silver ornate handles.
That looked like severed hands.
Lovely.
Harry entered a rather plain looking office with a muggle computer on top of a mahogany desk. The Goblin hopped on the leather chair behind it and started ruffling through some papers. "Name" He asked. Harry sighed, now was the moment of truth. "Harry Potter sir" he murmured quietly. The Goblin nodded "Do you have your Key?"
Harry handed the small object over to the Goblin who inserted it into what should have been the Disc drive, but was a key hole instead. Suddenly the computer screen lit up with figures and the Goblin started typing furiously. "Four thousand three hundred and thirty galleons in your own vault, not counting the figures, stock and shares you inherited from your late Godfather Sirius Black." Harry nodded, trying not to wince at such a casual use of Sirius' name and choosing not to ask how the Goblin knew his Godfather was dead. "At the muggle exchange rate this is what a quarter of your assets would look like in British Pounds." Harry leaned over the desk to look at the desk and nearly hit his jaw on the floor. "Are you serious?" He asked breathlessly. He couldn't believe it....He was freaking rich!
"Of course I am!" The Goblin huffed, as if Harry was insulting his counting abilities. "Would you like this in cash or in a bank deposit?'
Harry paused "In a muggle account please." The goblin nodded. "And what alias will this be under?" Harry paused and looked around the office. A pair of muggle cameras lay collecting dust on a shelf was the only other piece of decorum in the room.
Cameras....
"Cameron" Harry replied. "Cameron Andrews." The Goblin nodded. "Place of residence?"
"I don't know"
"Next of kin?"
"I don't have any." Harry fidgeted in his chair.
The Goblin (once again) nodded. "Well Mister Andrews (a/n you have no idea how much I wanted his last name to be Anderson) the account is set up at the London bank....There is one problem though." Harry felt his mouth go dry, "And what would that be?" "Because you are only 16 years of age you need an Adult to sign a consent form to transfer funds. Any Adult with some form of responsibility concerning you will do."
It took every ounce of self control Harry had not to curl up into a little ball and scream. He's been taking care of himself since he was a child! What the hell was this? 'Maybe I could fake it' He thought desperately. Unfortunately one look at the Goblins face told he had a snowball's chance in hell of getting away with it. 'Any adult....shit."
Wait a minute.
"Does the Adult have to be human?" He asked.
"No." The Goblin said. He looked slightly amused.
"Can he be a banker" He asked, hope growing in his stomach.
"No" He replied.
Hope died and went to hell.
"He can however, be a personal consultant." The Goblin served him a pointed look.
"Know anyone who'd be up for the Job?" Harry wanted to sing with excitement.
The Goblin smiled widely and held out his hand "My name is Quilder Matchtop."
"Mr. Matchtop, Your Hired!"
Three hours later Harry left Gringotts with a bank card, the address (and keys) to his new flat in London, Instructions for the muggle cabby outside the leaky cauldron, and a number to reach Matchtop via the telephone and an E-mail address. Harry was beaming underneath his hood. There was, as brilliant as everything had turned out, two drawbacks.
One was that Snape would be prowling Diagon Alley in a matter of hours.
Two was that he had a roommate. He had begged Matchtop not to set him up with one, but as this was very short notice there was little he could do. Matchtop said that her alias was Dawn Miller and she has been living as a muggle for several years. Harry wasn't sure how he felt about sharing a flat with a female let alone one who was probably very old with several cats.
Harry hates cats. Except for Crookshanks.
Matchtop had also informed Harry that even though Harry wasn't going to return to Hogwarts this term (Harry felt very foolish when he told Matchtop that, but, as usual the Goblin just nodded.) he would still need to study. "The Dark Lord has Risen sir, you must be prepared, besides it will lower your insurance." He had told him, so reluctantly, Harry agreed. This meant that Harry needed to pick up his school supplies as quickly as possible.
Harry pulled out the list of things he would need for his schooling (Matchtop had given him an early copy) and the list he had made up the night before. He rushed to the Apothecary, Flourish and Blotts (He got several strange looks when he asked for his school books, but he figured he'd be long gone before the realized anything), Eyelops, Knockturn Alley (with only a moments hesitation) and resisted the temptation to go into Weasley Wizard Wheezes and see Fred and George, he didn't want to say goodbye, or answer any questions.
Harry hurled himself up the creaking stairs in the Leaky Cauldron to his room, stuffed his belongings into his trunk and slammed it shut. He threw one last piece of parchment at the mirror ("I didn't say anything!") and stormed down the stairs tossed some galleons on the table in front of a dozing Tom, along with a note saying he had to leave early. Outside the Inn a black cab with tinted windows was waiting for him, he quickly pushed his belongings in, and climbed in thanking every Deity out there for Matchtop's brilliancy and promptness. "Where too sonny?" Asked a Goblin with a Cockney accent in the driver's seat.
"Er..." Harry fumbled with the piece of parchment in his hand "23, Coller Alley, the...er...Fourth flat on the right."
"Right-o sonny" The Goblin snapped his fingers and suddenly turned into a rakish looking young man with a gap-tooth smile. "'Names Gary sonny-boy, I'll bet ye be Master Andrews then?" He prattled as he revved the engine. "Yes" said Harry looking out the window and trying to ignore being called "Sonny". Gary rolled the car into the street, but not before Harry caught a glance of billowing black robes and shoulder length greasy hair.
Snape had come early.
Oooooohhhh... I'm so leaving it right there folks, I was gonna make it longer but I rather like this. Mhuahaha! Up next, Harry's new roommate, why he went to Knockturn Alley, and his new Job. I actually wanted to put all this in this chapter but...I think I'll wait. Heheh. Sorry Ej!
Ta!