FanfictionSnakeHouseChappie2
A/N: This chappie is special! Not really, but s what? Also, reviews make me happy. The plot, while I have a general outline for it, is not set in stone, so tell me what you want! If enough people ask for it, I might put it in my story. I also might do that if I like a particular idea. Anyway, enjoy this next chapter, and remember, nothing you reconise is mine!
Chapter Two
The three looked on as the man brushed soot from himself. After getting the worst off, he turned to the occupants of the room. "Are you packed?" He asked, and they shook their heads. "We didn't know we were leaving today." Harry explained. Dumbledore waved a hand in a gesture. "No matter. It'll be faster if I pack anyway."
He waved a stick, and everything stacked itself in front of them. He waved it again, and everything shrank and packed itself in bags and trunks. Then he took the bags and shrank them. They were placed in a pocket, and then Dumbledore turned back to the three. "Shall we go then?" He asked kindly. Harry nodded sharply. Dumbledore turned to the fireplace, removing a small pouch from one of his pockets.
He took a pinch of what was inside, and threw it in the fireplace, turning the flames green. He turned to Cleo. "Step inside and call out 'The Leaky Cauldron'." He told her. Cleo did, and was gone in a flash of green. He turned to Harry. "You next." He said to Harry. "The Leaky cauldron!" Harry cried, and was spinning. He felt nausous, and just when he was sure he would hurl, he fell. He staggered, but managed to stay on his feet.
Cleo, however wasn't so lucky, and was being helped to his feet by a young man with bright red hair. "Thank you. I've never done that before." Cleo thanked the man, and the man released her, only to support her when her legs gave way.
"Sorry, but that is the worst way of traveling I've had the misfortune to experience." She said, and the man nodded. "Don't worry about it. Here, let me help you to a seat. I'm Bill Weasley, by the way." The man, Bill said. "Are you new to Diagon Alley?" He asked Cleo, who nodded. "Yes. I'm here with my friend, his Guardian, and this strange old man." Cleo looked around. "I'm sorry, but I have to go." She said, and left. Bill looked after her.
"Harry Lysander York! What do you think you are doing?" Cleo demanded as He started brushing her off. "I think you are dirty, so I was brushing you off." He told her, before turning to Daemon. "Well, where is Dumbledore?" He asked. Daemon didn't have a chance to answer because Dumbledore appeared. "Come, come, much to do, lots to buy!" He announced, leading them to a huge white building. Harry looked in awe at the goblins.
Dumbledore led them to a goblin at a desk, and Dumbledore gave it a tiny gold key. "All is in order, Griphook will take you to the vault." Another goblin led them to a cart.
Two disturbing cart rides later, they were back outside, and Cleo saw Bill. Bill smiled at her and came over. "Bill!" She smiled. "Cleo, right? Going to make introductions?" Bill asked, with a wink at Cleo. She blushed. "Bill, this is Harry York and Daemon York. Daemon, Harry, this is Bill Weasley. He helped me after that deranged travel." She said, rolling her eyes.
Bill held his hand out to Daemon. "Is she your daughter?" he asked, and Daemon laughed. "No, but she might as well be." Bill smiled. And Harry, he's your son?" he asked. "Of a sort." Daemon replied. Harry shook his head and elaborated at Bill's blank look.
"He took me off the streets, and since I didn't know my last name...I took his." Harry said. Bill nodded. "Are you shopping?" He asked, and Cleo smiled at him. "Yeah. This man, Dumbledore, I think, showed up last night and decided that Harry, Daemon and I would come to his school." Cleo explained. "Oh. I didn't know that they accepted late students." Bill said thoughtfully. "Didn't you get Hogwarts letters?" Cleo shook her head. "I never did, but weird things happened when I got angry, afraid, or upset." She said.
Bill looked intrigued. "What happened?" He asked, and Cleo looked thoughtful. "Well, my mother told me that it would be like sticking her hand on a stove when she touched me, and torches and candles would flare, and my hair would catch fire, along with sealing me a fiery cocoon." Cleo said.
Bill looked surprised. "You sound like an elemental. Fire to be exact." He said. Harry looked really surprised. Cleo looked at her best friend. "My fire was nothing compared to Harry when he's upset or angry. Fire, water, wind, and ice would shield him. It's bloody amazing, to see someone encased in ice with flames licking their bodies." Cleo said. "Once, he was almost mugged in a nearby city, and he made lightning strike him. I've never seen him do it, but that's when Daemon rescued him. see, Daemon could control water if he really needed it, and took little Harry here in." Cleo said, smiling fondly at Harry and Daemon, who slung an arm around both her an Harry.
"Really? Hmm...elementals are really rare, it's surprising, really. plus, you can't detect elemental magic either. Maybe that's why you never got your letters." Bill said thinking. He smiled. "So, what did you think of the Gringots carts?" He asked, smirking devilishly. "They are the most horrible way of transportation. It's worse than the fireplace thing." Cleo said, looking a little green at the mention of the carts.
"The 'fireplace thing' is called floo. You flooed from wherever you came from to the leaky cauldron. And I actually like the Gringots carts." Bill said, laughing. Cleo looked at him in surprise. "Why do you like it?" She asked. "It's like a roller coaster." Bill said. Cleo laughed. "Now I remember why I hate roller coasters." She said, wrinkling her nose. Harry laughed. "It was fun, now that you mention it." Harry said. Daemon and Cleo stared in open shock. "You liked that thing?" Daemon said incredulously. Harry laughed.
"It was fun! Can we go again?" Harry asked, knowing full well that the answer would be stares and heartfelt 'NO!'s. "Ahh. Now, we must start shopping." Dumbledore announced, appearing in front of them. Cleo jumped, Harry drew a dagger, and Daemon took a fighting stance in less than a second. Seeing who it was, Harry sheathed his dagger, Daemon relaxed, and Cleo looked minimally calmer.
"Very good reflexes." Dumbledore commented. "Shall we go then?" He asked, walking off. They went into a strange bookstore, got a lot of books, and strange paper, as well as quills. Ink was added to the pile, and they paid and left. Rather, Dumbledore helped Daemon pay, and then they left. They went into a smelly store, and got a lot of strange things, what looked to be raw liver, funny looking herbs, and things that looked like claws or talons.
The third store was a clothing store, where they were fitted in robes. Harry went a little overboard, getting them in acromantula silk, scales of some sort, and silk as well as cotton. Harry got them in a wide array of colours. He smiled happily, knowing that he could afford them. They fitted Daemon and Cleo as well, and they paid and left. At another store, they got shoes, made of all sorts of materials. Harry preferred his dragon hide boots to his black acromantula silk slippers for training.
They continued shopping, getting everything on a list that Dumbledore had given Daemon. They finally had a single item left on their lists. A wand for each one of them. They entered the dusty wand shop, and Harry spun as he felt someone trying to sneak up on him. He spun, and had a dagger in his hand in a millisecond. A man with the most captivating eyes appeared from the shadows.
"May I help you?" the man asked. Harry stepped forward. "Yes, we need wands." Harry said. The man looked surprised. "Mr. Potter. Or, York, as I believe you are called?" The man asked. Bill, who was behind them gasped. "And two elementals, as well." He said, looking over Daemon and Cleo well. "Well, shall we try wands, then?" he asked.
"You first." He said to Harry. he handed him a wand. He snatched it back while muttering. He handed Harry wand after wand, and soon, there was a huge pile of wands on the floor. Harry tried wand after wand, and soon, there were no wands left. "I see. We will have to make you a wand." The man said, seemingly happier than when they started trying wands.
"And none of my wands are reacting to the elementals, either. Well, three wands need to be made, let's get down to business." The man said, leading the group into the back room, where an array of strange strings and feathers and hairs were assembled, as well as long branches of various woods. Harry looked around, his eyes landing on a large group of precious stones.
The man had Harry stand over the woods, and concentrate on a slight pull, which would bring the wood for his wand to his hand. Harry shut his eyes and felt around for the pull, eventually finding it and pulling it in to his hand. He opened his eyes. He looked at the wood in his hand.
"Ahhh, Basilisk wood. Only grows where a basilisk, fifty or older when it died, decomposes. The result is this." The man, who Harry had deduced was Ollivander himself, said, pointing Harry to the various feathers, hairs, and the like. Harry was told to do the same, and he felt several pulls, so he concentrated on them, on at a time, ending up with seven pulls in all. he opened his eyes to see Bill and Ollivander looking in shock and disbelief at Harry's hand.
"That explains why none of my "That is why none of the wands suited you. My wands only have one core each. You, my dear boy, have seven." Ollivander said, extending his hand. "Siren Hair, Phoenix feather, Dragon heartstring, Veela hair, Unicorn Hair, Wyvern Feather, and a single scale from a seven thousand year old Medusa." He said, looking over the things. Harry felt a tug. He concentrated on it, and a single core flew into his hand.
"A Skydancer feather. I didn't know they existed anymore. Where did that come from?" Ollivander asked, and a voice from the doorway drawled "That would be mine." The group turned as one to the door, where a man with long blonde hair stood. "I felt this urge to come here today, so I did. And I guess my work here is done." The blonde turned to the three newcomers. "I'm Draco Malfoy, by the way." Harry took the extended hand, shaking it firmly. "Harry York." He said. "Are you going to Hogwarts?" Draco asked. Harry nodded. "Cleo, my friend, and Daemon, my guardian, are coming as well." He said. Draco took Cleo's hand and placed a kiss to her knuckles.
"Pleasure to meet you." Draco murmured. Cleo looked shocked. Bill looked murderous. "Don't worry, I'm not hitting on her. I don't even like girls that way." Draco said, rolling mercury eyes, before leaving. Harry stared after him. "Did he just say he was gay?" Harry asked a stunned Cleo. "I think so." She replied. Harry looked shocked.
Ollivander's eyes were twinkling, and he asked "Shall we continue making your wand?" Harry nodded and stepped in front of the gems. He concentrated hard. There were several pulls, and Harry concentrated.
He soon felt the pulls dissipate, and opened his eyes. He stared at the nine stones in his hands. Ollivander took them. "Brimstone, Fire elemental's stone, as well as the signatures of the founders. Onyx, Merlin's stone, amethyst, you have a soulmate that is older than you, rare, and you met him. Rarer. An all elemental's stone, and a weather mage's stone." Ollivander said, handing them back as he said them. "Very odd, odd indeed.." He muttered. "Now, to create your wand, just concentrate on the wood as you hold it in your hand."
Harry did, and he opened his eyes to see a formed wand in his hand. "Fifteen inches. A long wand. now, set each of the cores on the wood. They will disappear into the wood." Harry did, and each sank into the wood. He repeated the process with the stones, and he held his finished wand in his hands.
It thrummed with power. He held it in his hands. He barely registered Cleo and Daemon getting their wands. He walked out, finally aware, and he was walking past an alley when he was grabbed around the waist and pulled into the alley. He was spun to face...Draco Malfoy.
He opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by a finger on his lips. "Listen a moment. I need to tell you something important. The man you are with, that's Dumbledore, he killed your parents. Or, rather, he ordered someone else to. Never look him in the eye. He can read minds. Also, when it comes to him, don't let yourself relax. He is manipulative, and most likely the first thing he will tell you is that Slythrins are evil, and a madman killed your parents." Draco whispered. Harry looked startled. "I noticed something about him." Harry said.
Draco nodded. "Also, do not, for any reason, befriend a Mr. Ron Weasley, a Miss Hermione Granger, or a Mrs. Weasley. Bill and Charlie are cool, and Fred and George are no longer Weasleys. Only watch out for the mother, Ron, and Ginny, and never go anywhere alone with Percy. There is a huge snake in the school, and this year, Dumbledore will have a Ginerva Weasley open it and set it on certain students. Watch your back, and remember, if you need back-up, just take this, clutch it, and whisper 'sanctuary'. It will bring you to Malfoy Manor, my home. If you need to speak to me, my father, or my mother, just whisper my name, my father's name, Lucius, or my mother's name, Narcissa. If you are hurt, same concept as 'sanctuary', but whisper 'help' instead. It will take you to the lab in Malfoy manor. There is always a house elf there, just call 'Tinkly' when you arrive there. Oh, and one other thing, there is a house elf at Hogwarts named 'Dobby' who is a spy for Dumbledore." Draco said, as Cleo started shouting.
"You better go." Draco said, and Harry looked at him a second. "You said you didn't like girls? I don't either." Harry said, before turning and leaving the alley. Draco looked after him, before grabbing Harry into another alley as the rest of the group went into a shop.
"We have to stop doing that." Harry whispered. Draco nodded. "I have to know. what do you think about the wizarding world so far?" He asked. Harry looked startled. Draco was flirting. "I like it so far, but what really made it great...well, it was you." Harry whispered. Draco looked happy, and Harry gently kissed him, barely brushing his lips across Draco's. Draco felt his heart flutter, and he kissed Harry back, deepening it. Harry sighed as he started being called again.
"We will meet again." Harry promised, kissing Draco again, and leaving. "Who were you snogging?" Cleo asked. Harry flushed. "Why do you think I was snogging someone?" Harry asked, and Cleo smirked. "You look thoroughly snogged." Cleo said. "Who were you snogging? I bet it was that hot blonde." She said. At Harry's embarrassed look, she squealed. "It was!" she squealed. "That is so cute!" She announced.
Harry, who resembled a tomato by that time, flushed deeper. He left the store, leaving a yapping Cleo behind him. "I knew you would end up snogging him." She announced. "Who was Harry snogging?" Daemon asked, eyes glittering in amusement. "It was Dr-mmph" Cleo said, her sentence being muffled by Harry's hand. "I wasn't snogging anyone." Harry said smoothly, and though Daemon looked sceptical, he dropped the subject.
Harry was relieved when Dumbledore showed up. He was even more relieved when Dumbledore told them they were leaving. Harry touched the boot Dumbledore was holding out, and, with a tug behind his navel, was spinning, before slamming into the ground. Cleo fell over, and though shaken, both Daemon and Harry were standing, though looking dishevelled. "Don't you have aeroplanes?" She asked, and Dumbledore said cheerfully "No." Cleo looked at the horseless carriages. There were two. Harry, Cleo, Daemon, and Bill climbed into one, leaving Dumbledore by himself in the other.
And so it begins. Harry thought. So it begins.
A/N: Review! It makes my story better, plus it reassures me that people actually like this story.