The Umbra Occultist: Harry Potter

Chapter 01: Diagon Alley Part One

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Hi my beloved readers. This is a Harry Potter fic that I took the first chapter from another writer. The other writer doesn t log on often anymore so I haven t been able to reach him about it. I have, however, limited myself to the taking of only the first chapter since I don t want to be too much of a copycat. This chapter here is the first chapter that I wrote. Toddles!

Please review so I'll know how you liked it.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or other published works that this fic might have some similarities with. Give credit to where credit is due.

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Chapter 02: Diagon Alley Part One

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Harry quickly read the three books that his parents told him to read. He was surprised to discover that there was little muggle technology in the magical world. He the decided that it would be best to read the rare book on goblin cultures. Apparently there was a set hierarchy where there was different ranks based o the jobs they performed.

Harry thinks it is interesting. There was the lowest rank, the scribes. The scribes are also gatherers of knowledge but are respected despite their lowly status. Next was the ones who worked with the many goblin only revenues such as smithy and mining workers. They are vital workers so they are also respected, especially since most of them are fierce warriors.

After those there is the people who work with the lower races outside the bank. May of those races are well versed in the goblin ways so they are less likely to earn the ire of the goblin worker. This is what the majority of the lower ranks are lower for. The lack of dealing with other races.

After that last oe the highest tier of workers work with humans. Humans, while being very short lived, are one of the most populous races in the world.

Humans are also very rude to other races as they see them as beneath them, sort of like the Dursley family. The goblins, according to the book, are always more willing to help out whe they are treated with respect. Harry decides to be nice and polite to them, as he didn't want them to find a way to trick him out of his money. Besides that he figures that they can help him make more money for a small share of the profit.

Shrugging it off he decides that he is going to to to Diagon Alley now. It has been nearly a month since he had discovered the trunk in the attic. Harry made sure that he would be able to act like a noble before he slipped o the simple cloak over him to hide his muggle clothes. Walking outside his attic now that the sun has began to rise he makes his way to the first floor. Seeing Vernon in the kitchen he ignores him, one of them expected for him to be awake at this hour. It was barely twilight.

Opening the front door he exits and closes the door silently. Jogging away he makes his way to the playground. Raising his hand he sends a pulse of magic out and watches as the huge double decker bus appears. Stepping onto the bus he offers him three galleons. "Whoa there, Kiddo." The man says as he offers him the money. "That is overpaying me quite a bit. Are you trying to run away?"

The man looks at him suspiciously as he gives him a once over. Harry decides to tell a half truth. "ot really, I was told I could meet with a friend at Diagon Alley for the day. I wanted to get going early since I did't want to miss the appointment. We are going to buy our first owls today! But I was told that I'd met the goblins briefly if only to find out what my spending limit for the day is. What kind of owl do you suggest getting?" The man smiles happily at his childish delight of getting a owl. He takes the change and motions toward the seat behind him.

"Well first of all it depends o what you want. Barn Owls are good at hiding when the deliver mail most of the year and make very good companions. If you are looking for something cutesy I would suggest a Pygmy Owl. But for something with elegance I would suggest a Eagle Owl, a Snowy Owl, or a Great Grey Owl. Out of the last three the Snowy has the best behavior and the Eagle has the best regal attitude. Which one are you hoping for?" The driver takes the bus and slams into gear. If Harry wasn't sitting down holding his seat he would have flown to the back of the bus.

Harry ponder is before deciding. "Well, I was hoping for something that can hide with a small sense of regality. Money isn't a problem and I have full access to my trust funds. Would the Eagle Owl do okay? Or do you think that the Great Grey Owl would do better?" The Driver sighs as he thinks about it. As the turn a sharp curve Harry barely hangs oto his seat. He focuses o the driver to keep himself from becoming sick.

"I'd say that the Eagle Owl would do better. I'd meet with the Goblins first though since they would be able to tell you more about which owl would be better. They know all about owls and other delivery birds." The driver suddenly pulls to a stop and opens the door. "This is your stop, young man. Well, I hope that you have fun today, the alley is the best in all of the British Isles in my opinion and they have everything that you would need. Also, if I was you, I would ask around for a potions tutor. Supposedly that is a very difficult thing to learn at Hogwarts since the teacher is very strict." Harry waves as he nods to him with respect. Stepping off the buss he fixes his cloak and quickly walks into the small pud.

The people inside are amazing. Thought Harry. Though they are still a bit behind in the clothing styles department. Harry looks around briefly trying to take it all in before he focuses. Walking up to the bartender he cautiously clears his throat. The man looks at him with a goofy toothless grin. "I need to get into the Alley. My parents said that I can come here today and this is my first time here. I'm from America though my family is from here in Britain."

The man grins wider and puts the glass he was messing with back behind his counter before walking around. "Righ' this way. Da Alley, as I like to call ie', is a very goo' place. You can buy any-ting. If you really wanted to ya can find a Patron God or Goddess. Most of da people here focus on da Greek Gods or the Roma Gods. Almost every noble house has one but the Potters don't. Most people worship Hecate, the Goddess of Magic." They walk towards the back of the pub where there is an alley that doesn't look magical. The bartender pulls out a wand and taps three bricks in a pattern.

Harry gasps as he sees the alley for the first time. He wishes that he had many more eyes to look at everything before canceling his wish. Taking a metal camcorder he begins recording the images into his head to view later. Walking towards the other end of the alley he hears the Bartender call to him. "Gringotts is the huge marble building with goblins in front of it. Good luck, lad!" He slowly marches forward while making sure he got as much into his view as possible. After a few minutes he began to pick up the pace. As he arrives in front of the bank he looks at the two goblin guards. They did't seem to be interested in much until Harry pauses in front of their bank.

Nodding to one then the other he steps inside as he sees them narrow their eyes. Harry did't know why they seem so suspicious of him. Stepping into the line he slowly makes his way up to the counter util he was called forward. "Next!" A lazy voice drawls.

Stepping forward Harry slowly pronounces their general greeting. "Fay youn lor rleyff you fiznoumlly, soumounarley lorlime." Several of the goblins stops to look at him with interest. "Did I say it right?" The goblin nods to him as he crosses his fingers loosely.

"Yes, youngling. I am surprised that you are interested in our culture. What may we do for you today?" The goblins nearby listen intently as Harry passes the letter from his father to him. The goblin is gentle with the letter ad briefly reads the name before scanning through it. Widening his eyes the goblin quickly folds the letter back to its original state and hands it back to him. He turns to the side hall and whistles shrilly. A goblin quickly scampers over to them and looks at Harry with surprise on his face. "Take him to Account Manager Griphook right away."

The goblin's eyes light in recognition as he bows somewhat to Harry. Turning around he begins leading him away down the halls. Harry quickly follows behind him dow many halls, twists and turns as quietly as possible. Finally, after a several long minutes they made it to the Potter Accountant's Office. Harry softly knocks on the door waiting to enter. "Enter." A voice calls from beyond the doors.

Harry opens the door and quietly steps inside and waits to sit down until the goblin looks up at him. "Sit." Harry obeys quietly as he observes the office. The goblin quickly shuffles through a drawer on his side of the desk before he pulls out a long scroll. "Pour your magic into this scroll, please." Harry quickly picks up the scroll and focuses on his no-longer-little ball of magic inside of him. pouring magic into the scroll in strong gusts rattles the scroll somewhat. After the scroll gives a sound similar to a click it opens. Looking at the contents for a brief moment he sees that he owns both Number 4 Private Drive ad Grunnings Drill Company.

Handing the scroll to Griphook he manages to refrain from hiding his emotions. The goblin quickly sees that the list is very long ad pulls out another scroll, an inkpot, and a paintbrush. Harry clears his throat causing the goblin to look up at him pointedly. "I can make the brush copy the word rather quickly if you want me to, sir." The goblin briefly pauses before setting the quill down and waiting with his eyes on Harry. harry reaches inside him and commands his magic to ask the brush to copy the entire scroll neatly and with as much speed as possible.

The brush instantly lifts itself and dips into the inkpot before glancing at the first scroll to see the first few words. Then it began copying it with precise movements and flowing strokes. Griphook politely claps his hands. "I am amazed, youngling. Not many humans can perform wandless magic, especially at your age. What did you do to the brush to get it to flow so smoothly?" Harry blushes at the truth as he knows it sounds silly but he takes a deep breath to tell him anyway.

"Well, I sent my magic and instructed it to ask the brush to copy it for me. Most items, as well as living things like trees, have minds and souls of their own. I just let them attach themselves to my core for as long as the task takes to complete itself." The goblin grins at him widely as he hums thoughtfully. He looks at the brush who was staring at him for a moment before it shuffles somewhat and continues writing. The goblin grins a little wider ad clears his throat causing the brush to look at him again.

"Thank you for writing that for me, I'm sure that I would get cramps from writing that much, my friend." The brush bounces happily before it continues for them. "Let me know when you need me to unroll the scroll more." The back end of the brush bounces as it continues writing as if saying 'sure thing' as it doesn't stop. Griphook smiles softly at the brush amused at it. Turning back to Harry he pulls out the Potter files.

"Sir, before we begin I have a few requests." The goblin looks at him as he pauses before he puts the file down and nods for him to continue. "I was wondering if the Eagle Owl or the Great Grey Owl would be better for both status ad hiding during mail delivery. I also want to know if there is anyone I can hire to teach me potions. I... I also want to know why my magical guardian placed me in a highly abusive ad neglectful home. If they refuse to tell I want to apply for either Emancipation or a new guardian to take the old one's place. I'd prefer the first to the second though." Griphook nearly hisses in rage at the news but Harry knows that it is just his way of showing him fondness and caring for his well being.

"I assure you that as Heir of a Noble House that you are able to gain Emancipation via Ring Test. The Ring Test is basically putting o a Noble's ring to find out if it accepts you as the Lord of the House. Do you wish to be tested?" Harry frowns before realizing that it would be the easiest way to get things done.

Holding out his hand Harry waits for the goblin to fetch the Ring from behind his desk. Putting it on the desk i front of him Harry gently caresses the box. Feeling a slight hum of magic from the ring inside he opens the box. "The ring is beautiful..." he quietly mummers. The ring vibrates with pride before Harry realizes that it had magic in it naturally. Peering down at the ring harry knows that it has even more will then the brush.

"Hello, Beautiful." The ring shines somewhat with its magic. Harry quietly picks up the ring ad sends a tendril of his magic at it to feed it. It drinks greedily. "I would be sad to be you. I doubt that many people ask you if they can wear you." The ring sends him a mental reply by the usage of his own magic that was attached to the ring. "So I want to be polite. May I try you on? I want to apply for emancipation since I want out of a abusive and neglectful home." Astonishment comes off of the ring before it steels itself.

"I promise that though I've miss-used my magic a lot that I will only do so when I'm in danger or I need to get away. I do't like hurting others without reason so I promise that I wo't attack anybody who doesn't attack me. But the training for self defense in DADA class is the only exception... unless someone is hurting something like a unicorn, that would be horrible." The ring moves of its own accord and slips oto his index finger and quickly begins scaning his memories ad previous thoughts.

After a few moments the ring sends him an image of a thumbs up and shrinks to fit him. Looking down at the ring with happiness he decides that polishing it nicely would be a good thank you. Looking up at Griphook he sees him smile softly that he was accepted. The brush looks happy too. "The ring is really nice. Do you know where I can find stuff like a good oil and a cloth to polish it?" Griphook frowns before he pulls out a cleaner and a rag that he normally uses for the glass behind his desk that displays the knickknacks he owns. Harry sends the ring a question to find out if it would hurt her. She gives him a negative and purrs at the thought of being treated nicely.

Gently taking the cloth he dips it into the oil and begins slowly polishing the ring. Looking up at Griphook he sees that he is pleased with him. "Sorry, I can listen while I do this." Griphook nods to him as he looks at another nearby paint brush. It slowly shakes itself as it stands. It dips into the inkpot and starts writing a title for the page.

"First of all we should speak of your investments. Your mother made may of them in the muggle world and she was brilliant in her choices. Everything he invested in has grown in leaps and bounds. She is the primary investor in many muggle areas around the world with your father's money. Fortunately your grandfather, Fleamont Potter, realized that James would spend the family money too quickly and set a agreement aside to allow your father to have a small percentage of the investment's income while making sure that Lily did the investing. You wouldn't have any money otherwise." Harry frowns as he realizes what he means. Sighing he continues polishing his ring before looking up at Griphook. Thinking briefly about the investments he quickly realizes something

"Griphook, how much do you know about muggle investments?" Harry waits patiently for his answer. Griphook grins widely as he shuffles more papers.

"First of all, since your family began investing in the muggle stuff, I have done as much research upon those things and found many to be to my interest. I have also invested in plenty of them and made quite the profit compared the magical investments. If you are suggesting that I control this aspect then we will have to make a contract." Harry frowns wondering what he would want that Harry has before he realizes something. Looking up at Griphook sharply he sees that yes, he did notice a printer behind him and his desk.

"I am suggesting such. However, I am truly grateful for you considering this contract. I have something that I think I may be able to offer. I can write a small book on things that I discovered o my own about magic and sell it while making about 75% of the profits go to you. Besides that I also planed to gift the goblins with a 'peace offering' as a whole race. Would I need to speak with the Director about that?" Griphook eyes bulge before he forces himself under control. shaking his head he looks at Harry pointedly.

"Everybody would race to buy any book that you sold. You are very famous world wide. I'll be able to help hire a editor to beta read your book and check the grammar. However, I want to know where the rest of the money would go." Griphook stares at him calmly as he could at the prospect of such riches being given to the goblins. Harry frowns as he already had a plan for that.

"I'm sending the rest of the money to the Director to spend on things that the majority of the goblins need. I know that many of you cannot take the same potions that we humans do so there will be stuff bought to brew potions for medical needs. There will also books that can be added to whatever public goblin only library that you have. I plan o allowing most of the books in my libraries to be copied into that same library. And if there is ot yet a public library for your people then I will start oe if only to make sure that you have things that you may enjoy." Griphook leans forward so much that harry was sure that he would have spewed water out if he had water in his mouth at that point. He shakes his head ruefully as he clears his throat.

"I suppose that if I could have a few copies of certain books myself that I would be happy as well as the Director. First we eed to get our contract written ad then I'll take you to consider the Director's Contract." Harry ods as he pulls the rag away from the ring to make sure that it shies beautifully. Giving the ring a quick apology for stopping Harry looks up to see that there is now a third brush working for Griphook.

"First of all we need a draft to make sure that everything we want is on there. Me, I guess all that I would want is the Investments being made in both the muggle and magical worlds. I'd also like to make sure that at least half of the revenue from investments goes to charity. I'll ask for you to start one with me if you are't able to find one to my liking." Griphook nods as the brush writes quickly and neatly despite it being a rough draft.

Griphook sighs as he knew even fifty percent of the revenue from the book would be a ton. "I'll take fifty percent of the revenue from your book on magic and as many copies of books you have as possible, including that book on magic. I'll also ask for ten percent of the revenue from your investments to be donated to a charity of my choice. I will also want you to keep your word and schedule a meeting for next week with Director Ragnok Royden." Harry nods as he looks at the brush as it finished writing.

"Alright, but I want to add a stipulation." Griphook looks at him with arrowed eyes. "You help me figure out what to wear to the meeting. I ca't just wear these muggle clothes under this cloak again since that would be rude to someone of his standing. If it was up to me I wouldn't have even wore the stupid muggle clothes here either since that is also rude." Griphook's smile returns as he pulls out a brush and quickly begins writing a list of places and things. Harry waits patiently as the other two brushes, the third one stopped, continue writing. The first brush attached to Harry stops moments before Griphook does and settles down to rest. Harry looks dow at the quill as another though appeared in his mind.

"This is a shopping list. Most of the things on here will be expensive but they are worth it. I also wrote down which bird to choose. It has a sideline list of things you will need for your meeting with Director Ragnok. If we are done for now I want to thank you for attempting to be civil with me and my kin. Even before you got here word had spread to me that you are highly respectful to goblins came over to me. I am sure that because of such that Ragnok would be more willing to meet with you." Harry blushes as he scratches the back of his neck. The goblin gently nods satisfied that Harry has heard him out.

"What are we signing the contract with? I remember that the book told me that goblins like to use blood quills. And I don't write that well with those yet. Harry is slightly sad about the fact that he couldn't earn their complete trust quite yet. Griphook snorts with amusement at his honest statement. Looking up at Griphook as he quickly writes something down he pushes the paper over to Harry. Harry quickly reads it.

I, Harry James Potter, Scion of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter, swear to abide by my words given to Griphook and the words that I told him. I will keep my promises to help him and the goblin community in return for help investing. Should either one of us fail to uphold the bargain we will meet and discuss what failed and arrange a new agreement in apology to the other party member. Should either one of us feel that we can add more rules we shall meet and do so to show trust. Thus I swear upon my magic and my Patron God/Goddess, so mote it be.

Harry frowns about that before he ponders the three gods he does remember. First there is Zeus, the god of thunder and the ruler of the heavens. He can bring storms, bless people with special abilities, and keep the weather fair in times of harvest. But I feel that I have enough blessings by being able to learn of my family and their truth despite being away from my true homeland.

Then there is Poseidon, God of the water ways, the ocean, and... equestrians? I think it is what he called horse like beings. Poseidon had so many different sides to him that he shows different people. For people who earned his wrath he can be as mean as a hurricane, to others he can be as gently as a seahorse. He has too many masks, he may use me like Uncle Vernon did and I have no idea if I could trust him.

Lastly is Hades... Hades had given him the gift of knowing his magic so well in a weird way. If Hades hadn't called Mummy and Daddy home then I wouldn't be able to control my magic like I can now. Besides that I am very wealthy and he can take it away or give me more. Besides that IF I behave, give him regular offerings, and send him gifts of the new world ever now and then he might be willing to let me speak with Mummy and Daddy in my dreams. I wouldn't want to talk to them in person since being out of their new home might bring them pain. It clicked to him in an instant. Looking up at Griphook he knows he realizes his mistake.

"I apologize, I forgot the Potter Family doesn't have a Patron God. I shouldn't have-" Harry instantly places his hands on his hips and bended forward a little. He let a little of his disappointment out and sighs deeply.

"I think you did me a favor. I guess it would be wise to have a Patron God and I have one in mind. Is there any way that we can send him a request?" Griphook blinks slowly before he looks around the room for something.

"I suppose that would be important to ask. Not many people do ask their Patron God to be their Patron. I guess that it would be wise to send you to your manor to bake something for him. I know that he loves very exotic foods, stuff like lamb, goat, and goat cheese. Not many people raise those two animals for meat and even if they do it is expensive. I'll write a new line to replace for that Patron Line. Here." Griphook scribbles something down before ripping a page out and handing it to Harry.

This I swear upon my future Patron God/dess, thus I swear upon my Magic, so mote it be.

Harry smiles at the thoughtfulness. He takes a deep breath. "I, Harry James Potter, Scion of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter, swear to abide by my words given to Griphook and the words that I told him. I will keep my promises to help him and the goblin community in return for help investing. Should either one of us fail to uphold the bargain we will meet and discuss what failed and arrange a new agreement in apology to the other party member. Should either one of us feel that we can add more rules we shall meet and do so to show trust. Thus I swear upon my magic and my Future Patron God, so mote it be." A gently wave of magic caresses him and he looks around wondering why it felt so gentle to him.

"That was very big of you to complete the vow. I expect that you are one that I can trust so all you must do now is sign the contract with this paintbrush." Griphook hands him the paintbrush and he quickly uses it to sign the contract. After Griphook signs it in his blood it copies itself and vanishes. Harry carefully stands as a dizzy spell hits him. Shaking his head he looks back up at Griphook.

"I want to go set the appointment up. Can you guide me to the proper room?" Griphook nods to him as he begins leading the way out of the room. Harry places the oils and the rag back onto the desk and stands before rushing to follow Griphook. They trail through the halls rapidly before coming into an open area where a rare female goblin sits behind a desk. She looks up at Harry as he enters and he decides to use the greeting again.

"Fay youn lor rleyff you fiznoumlly, soumounarley lorlime." He says with a slight inclination of his head. The lady pauses as her eyes widen. She smiles at him before she replies in English.

"May your god bless you strongly, Honorable Youngling. What may I do for you today?" She smiles genuinely at him as a pair of doors behind her desk open slightly. Harry ignores the door since he knows whomever it is isn't his business.

"I was hoping to schedule a meeting with Director Ragnok Royden. I have an offer for him and your people as a whole for keeping my money safe when I was left unaware that it existed." The woman frowns somewhat before she moves over to... a computer? She taps the keyboard a few times before looking back at Harry.

"When are you available, Sir?" She was worried for some reason and Harry decides to be completely honest.

"I was actually going to schedule it for at least a week from now to prepare, I don't have the proper robes to meet someone of his station right now. Besides that I want to try to get a Patron God for the Potter Family since I was born a Potter." The woman blinks slowly before looking at her schedule. Flipping to the next week, if the clicking of her mouse is anything to go by, she smiles brightly.

"If that is so then I will make it for two weeks from now. You need that time to use potions to grow your hair without making an overdose. Besides that every noble human who meets with Director Ragnok normally has a fancy hair do, from a intricate braid to a crown of hair." Harry nods at the news before he takes the shopping list in his hand and looks over it. Looking back at her as she types the schedule in she looks up at him. "It will be Monday the third of next month. I hope you have a wonderful day." She smiles softly at him and he nods to her.

"I wish you a good day too, if hew needs to reschedule please let me know, I don't really have a set schedule so It doesn't matter to me when I meet with him. Or if he is busy that day ask his advisors if they would be willing to meet with me. In fact I better write a plea for that before I get ahead of myself. May I borrow a clipboard, a few sheets of parchment, and a paint brush with a inkpot, please?" The lady smiles warmly at him ands pulls out the requested supplies before writing a note and a few names and titles with a inkpen. Handing it to him she motions toward a nearby waiting area. Harry walks over to the sitting area and sits down only to notice that there are a few other people there of various races.

Nodding to the group of four he bends his head down to focus on his writing. He begins drafting the first letter. To his utter surprise Griphook sits next to him. Harry gives him a questioning look and he humphs, "I can't let my favorite human make a mistake in written manners least he be refused by everyone. You may have read the book on behavioral etiquette but I doubt you read about formal writing etiquette." Harry smiles a grateful look that he sent his way. Bending down to write a rough draft he begins the first letter to the first person.

Greetings to thee, Honorable Centurion Dulgarck,

I am writing to you to ask for a favor but first I feel that I must be polite and introduce myself since that is common curtesy. I am the new Lord Potter. A few minutes before I wrote this letter I spoke with my accountant, Griphook, and asked the Potter Lord Ring if I could try it on. It accepted me for some reason and since then I have decided to be nice to those who kept my family fortune safe despite me not knowing it existed. I was raised by my Muggle Aunt, Petunia Dursley.

Petunia never has liked me and often has been both neglectful and abusive. I asked Griphook about emancipation and he suggested the Ring's Test. I am much less versed in the magical realm of the British Isles so I listened to him and I am very happy I did. I was treated like a slave by my own blood so I want to refrain from being disrespectful to those who have helped me, even from the sidelines.

Now I want to publish a book and give 50% of the proceeds to the goblin nation to buy things that they may need. I don't know what all your people would Need so I wanted to meet with Director Ragnok about what may be needed. However, I am sure that Director Ragnok's schedule is constantly changing so I wanted to request that you meet with me along side his other advisors should he be unable to.

I understand if you are unable to since I am sure that you are busy directing other important activities within the bank as per Director Ragnok's instructions. If you feel that you cannot schedule to replace him should it be needed than I understand and will schedule a new appointment with him.

Sincerely,

Harry James Potter

Harry passes the letter over to Griphook before realizing the the four others had moved closer to peek over his shoulder. Figuring that they may be able to help he clears his throat. They all look away as if they hadn't been looking. "Can I pay the four of you to help me come up with letters as well?" I'll write them but I don't know how to address the goblins in their written portfolios." The four of them scoot much closer as Griphook looks over the first letter. Harry begins writing as he explains.

"I didn't know I had any money here but somehow somebody kept me unaware on purpose. I wanted to thank the goblin nation as a whole for keeping my family fortune safe from robbers so I wanted to thank them by giving them certain things. I plan on allowing them to copy any of the books in the Potter Library, giving them fifty percent of the revenue from a Book I plan on writing. If I could I'd give them more than that but I guess that I would have to write a second book and I'll have to focus on the first one before I get started on book two." The four of them stare at him for a long moment as he begins writing.

Greetings to thee, Honorable Centurion Murkort,

I have an important request for you but I want to introduce myself first since that is the polite thing to do. I am the newest Lord of the House of Potter. Earlier today I met with my account manager, Griphook, for the first time. Since I was being abused and neglected by my Muggle Aunt, who is the sister to my Mother, he proposed that I take the Ring's Test. Since he is most certainly more knowledgeable about the magical world I decided to listen to him.

After I realized how much money I have now I thought about it and have decided a few things. First of all, your people, as a whole, has dedicatedly defended my wealth and protected it from would be thieves. Secondly, I felt guilty that I had this much and you didn't. Here within the last month I have been reading s hidden book at my Aunt's House that was hidden in a trunk that was also hidden within the attic. It was a book about your people and culture.

I have to admit that thought your people has a complex caste system it is very interesting to me. I have always enjoyed learning so I hope to learn more about your culture. But I should focus on my request.

As I said earlier I felt guilty that your people have little and I have much and I am eternally grateful for the protection of my wealth. I have discussed a book I plan on writing with my account manager, Griphook. He got me to thinking about donating half of the revenue to the goblin nation to buy needed supplies. I read in the book, the one I spoke of, that goblins cannot always take the same potions as a human. So I have decided to allocate part of the funds to help provide medical supplies.

That isn't all of my plans. I also wanted to supply a copy of my family library for the goblin race to have as a public 'non-human' library open to primarily goblins. If you wish to allow other races into the library you may but I don't want my family secrets given to other humans. I have grown distrustful of many humans and I want to keep things from them for the abuse they ignored.

I apologize if I sound demanding but that is one of my only requests pertaining to the library. If you wanted to call it Pimple Porky Pie Library I would not care. I just hope that you use the knowledge within the books and the money to help your people as a whole.

Sincerely,

Harry James Potter

Harry hands this letter to the person on his right. He scoots a little allowing Harry to sit next to a different man. Harry looks down at his paper as he begins writing a letter to the last of the advisors.

Greetings to thee, Honorable Centurion Fugrack,

It has come to my attention that I have something that is similar to a debt but I will introduce myself first since that is the first thing I should do. I am the current Lord of the Noble House of Potter. about two years ago I discovered magic on my own. 'Why alone' sounds like a question that you might ask. The answer is something that enrages me. I lived with my muggle aunt who is my mother's sister.

Petty Petunia, as I always called her, has always been an abusive and neglectful care taker. She often stuffed me into the cupboard under the stairs and told me 'that is your bedroom.' and it was. I discovered magic and have been using it to get a few things I was deprived of. I planted the suggestion 'if the authorities discover this we could go to jail' into their minds with an image of their attic.

After about a week of the constant suggestion I finally was sent to the attic where all of their junk lay and I am very happy I did so. In the attic lay a treasure, to me, that I wouldn't have discovered otherwise. My mother and father used a spell on a trunk to transport it into Petunia's attic. I learned so much from the books within it during the last month. That is correct, I just found out about my heritage roughly a month ago.

I believe that is enough about me, I should explain my debt. I had always dreamed of getting a scholarship to an amazing school. My aunt and her husband always deprived me of basic needs such as food, on occasions, decent clothes, they just gave me my cousins that are at least ten sizes too large, and wouldn't spend a single knut upon me even if they thought they would gain something from it. They never have spent a knut on me. The glasses I wear as I write this were stolen from a donation to others who need glasses. They don't even help me see at all.

I thought that I would always have to work hard to have a nice life. Then I discovered the trunk and the books about my noble family. I felt betrayed. Wouldn't you think that the human magicals would have at least thought to check up on me? They didn't or I would remember it. Never once have I meet a real wizard before talking to the Knight Bus driver. So I figured that whomever had protected my money deserves a reward.

I didn't even know I had any money yet I have millions of galleons. Each of those million galleon are worth five million Great British Pounds! I am essentially rich and I've probably been a burden to those who have been waiting for me to conduct business with them though they waited patiently for me to discuss my money. I felt ashamed of myself.

It is also a thing that I figured could help me in a way. I doubt that there are many people as smart business wise as a goblin. I thought about it after reading the introductory book for muggleborn and I realized that your people are the smartest to talk about money gain. Therefore I have decided to try to find a few ways of gaining money so I can give that money to you. I have already decided to allow any libraries that I have to be copied and placed within a library primarily for goblins. I don't want humans there learning my family secrets.

But I thought that wasn't enough so I decided that I am going to write a book about how I discovered my magic on my own. It will be an instruction manuel for those who wish to become more attuned with their magic. Beside that discovered that I am essentially a boy with 'god like fame' and that it would prove with to spend some of the benefits of that fame upon those in need. I have already hired and signed a contract with my account manager, Griphook, and I plan on giving fifty percent of the revenue from investments upon your people.

I also plan to figure out more way to benefit the other races since I find it highly important to create relations with possible benefactors on a positive note. But I also had a book on goblin etiquette within my trunk so I read it. I truly find your people and culture fascinating. There is so much depth and many unique qualities about your people and culture. There are so many interesting things that your people can come up with. I figured that if you have the backing of such a famous person that it would help with sells on a very high note. I don't want any of those proceeds but I wish that you use them to help your people in a small way.

I guess that I have been rambling a lot. I truly apologize for that, sometimes I get carried away when I am focused on one task. The reason I decided to write this letter to you is to ask if you would be willing to work along with the other two Advisors to Director Ragnok. I ask this since I am sure that he has a busy schedule where thing might pop up out of the blue. I also understand that you might have things to attend to so I am trying to get a back up plan just in case I still have to come yet he is unavailable. If neither you and the others nor Director Ragnok can attend then I will reschedule. Please forgive me for any rudeness I have displayed within this message, I am not yet well verse in Goblin Etiquette quite yet. I hope you have a wonderful day and good health.

Sincerely,

Harry James Potter

Harry hands the letter to the last two and realizes the other three were reading over the man's shoulder to see what it says. After a few seconds the man grins widely as he looks over his shoulder at his friends. Harry nods as Griphook guides him out of the room over to the desk where the lady stands. She stops talking to the other three goblins who have three guards each. Harry hands her the three letters with a small smile.

"I'm done writing the letters to Ragnok's advisors. I really appreciate that you allowed me to use thes writing implements. I'm going shopping right now, is there anything I can get you?" The woman's eyes widen in surprise before she clears her throat nervously.

"My son has been hoping for an owl for the last month. His birthday is coming up. Hopefully it can be something with a good temperament. My son is still young and he might accidentally yank on the owl's feathers." She looks as if she is testing him and he realizes it. Scratching the back of his head he realizes something that he can do.

"I would be happy to buy your son an Owl. What breeds is he interested in?" Harry asks politely. The woman frowns as she looks at Griphook.

She sighs as she scratches her chin. "He doesn't say, he is just outgrown his toddler stage and is still teething. I suppose that it would be something he doesn't want to bite but he normally bites every barn owl we get. They appear mundane to him,." She looks nervous at the thought. Harry hums as he motions for Griphook to follow him away for a second. He looks a little angry at the woman.

"Griphook, I really think that woman is a sweet lady, she could have asked for something for herself yet she thinks about her son first. What do you know about snowy owls? I mean their temperament. I'll also need a list of things that a snowy owl would need. I don't actually know what an owl would need since I was raised by muggles." Griphook sees that he is sincere and drags him a little further away earning a wince as the strong grip. After they were down the hall a fair bit Griphook spoke.

"You do realize that she is testing you. Right?" Harry frowns as if he didn't realize it before shrugging.

"It doesn't matter to me. I used her to get things to write with and I'll be damned if I don't repay her for that! Besides she could have been somebody who had an ill temperament and could have lashed out at me for being a human yet she was polite and professional at all times. Also, what do goblins use as teeth chewing things for their kids?" Harry didn't realize it but even now the rest of the goblins heard him and his words. He doesn't realize that most of them are gaping from where they stand in the next room but he does realize that he is being rude to Griphook.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself he gives Griphook a weary smiles. "I apologize, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I just let my pent up emotions get the best of me and I reacted. Smacking his own face a few times he nearly jumps when Griphook gabs his hands to stop him.

"Don't you dare smack yourself! Humans are always emotional even if they try to hide it so I know that you got carried away. That was the first time for the last four hours that I had seen you be rude. You are probably just tired of sitting in one spot for all these hours. Don't you dare punish yourself for something you can't control." Griphook was growling at Harry and harry realizes that he is being honest with him.

Nodding to him causes Griphook to slowly let his arms go. "Sorry, I'm used to Aunt Petunia smacking me upside the head when things didn't work out for her and I felt ashamed of yelling at you. You didn't deserve to be yelled at." Harry sighs as a group of guards approach from the way they came from. Harry turns tp them and sees them glaring at Griphook. harry clears his throat and tells them the truth to protect Griphook. "Sorry, he got mad because I smacked myself." They blinks slowly before one of them speaks rapidly. Seeing one of them look him in the eye he wince as he delves into his mind and he freely allows him to look for the memory. It was still on his mind so it wasn't that difficult to find. The man looks over the memory briefly before withdrawing as he tries to ease his pain.

Harry opens his eyes to find a small tinge of respect in the goblin warrior's eyes. Turning to the other goblins he began explaining in their language rapidly what happened. They stand there silently for a few brief moments before the guards leave back to where they came from. The rest of them that now littered the hall just looks at him with unreadable expressions. Harry turns away as he tries to hide his shame from them. One of the females gently walks over and hugs him softly making him blink as if stunned.

"Many thanks. Few humans defend us. Even from us." Harry smiles shakes his head as he tries to tell her.

Finally swallowing the frog in his throat he answers. "I don't like lies. I don't want to lie. I just figured things would be settled faster if the truth came out." The woman giggles like a school girl causing him to frown in confusion. Then she hugs him even ore firmly. She separates leaving a confused Harry standing there as many of them begins walking away to spread the news about Harry Potter among their people.

"Many thanks." she says before she takes off back to wherever she cam from. Harry looks at Griphook curiously as if asking him what he did. Griphook simply smiles softly at him.

"I believe we were discussing owls?" Harry nods as they get focused back onto their subject of interest. Griphook motions for him to follow behind him as he began leading the way back to the office. Once they arrive Griphook begins making another list. Once he is done with it he hands it to Harry. Harry looks down at it before realizing it is all for the baby boy the woman has. Smiling genuinely at Griphook he nods to him before frowning heavily.

"I don't know where to get half of this stuff! I don't even understand what half of it is!" Griphook pokes Harry causing him to look at him before saying six simple words.

"Summon the Head Potter House lf." Harry blinks before figuring it was like magic and quickly says the last four words with authority.

"Head Potter House Elf!" A loud pop sounds as a tiny little thing latches onto him. Looking down at it he gently hugs it to sooth it wailing. "Hey, don't cry, everything is going to be okay." The elf straightens before separating from Harry and looking up at him.

"Kipsy be the only Potter Elf left! It not be okay! Kipsy have to do all the chores by Kipsy's self and him not be able to complete them within Kispy's time frame!" The house elf wails some more before he tries to calm himself. Blowing his nose in a conjure napkin he takes a shuddery breath. "Kipsy is sorry for disobeying Master. Kipsy shouldn't cry since Master said not to. Kipsy is sorry." Harry stops him as he starts thumping his head against the wall.

"Hey there! I won't have you abusing yourself! Just because you thought it was an order doesn't mean that you are correct. I meant for it to encourage you to calm down. I'm coming back home, I promise. I'll help correct all the problems and the Potter Estates will go back to being in pristine order. I'll make sure that each of the places have their own house elves so that the chores will get done every time on time. Okay?" Kipsy begins bawling even louder as he clutches onto Harry as if he is a lifeline.

"Master is too kind! Kipsy never expected to be spoiled." He uses Harry's cloak as a snot rag before he uses his magic to clean the snot away. Harry does what comes naturally to sits on the floor next to Kipsy and take him into his own lap before rocking him lick a baby. Kipsy keens and it would be louder if possible. "KIPSY LOVES MASTER!" He bawls into Harry lap for nearly ten minutes before he is calm.

"Is that better, Cutie Pie?" The house elf looks up at him clearly shocked at being called by such an endearing term. Slowly crawling off of Harry's lap he stands shakily and nods. Harry stands up and sighs deeply regretful that he technically mad the adorable thing cry so much. "Look, Kipsy. I am very sorry that I made you cry. I hadn't even known that you existed. I apologize for making you think I abandon you. Do you forgive me?" Harry waits for him to burst into tears again and Kipsy nods.

"Kipsy knows that Master wouldn't abandon the elves. Bad Dumbles kidnapped Master despite being told in the Potter will that Dumbles wasn't going to have any sey over Master's life. Kipsy was there when they made the will and Kipsy went ballistic when Bad Dumbles tried to tell other elves they belong to him as Master's Guardian. Kipsy told them that he lied but they not believe Kipsy so Kipsy hide and the other elves left, they were sold." Kipsy takes another deep shuddering breath as he forces himself to stay calm.

Harry gently pats the elf's shoulder in reassurance. The elf clasps his hand around Harry's hand before helping Harry to stand. "Kipsy, I have a list here that I need for you to purchase the things on the list. Can I count on you to buy everything?" Kipsy nods eagerly as he takes the list. He looks down it and reads the list quickly before looking up at Harry.

"Is master giving away stuff to baby goblins?! Master is so kind! Does Master wish for Kipsy to buy more than one set of everything? It might be wise." Kipsy is now happily bouncing where he stands. Harry pauses to thinking before nodding to the hyper elf.

"Before you go, I want you to know that these things are going to be delivered by an owl. Griphook here was kind enough to introduce me to Ragnok's Secretary. She has a son and since she was nice enough to help me out I decided to buy her these things. I'll be choosing the owls though. They have to be very special and I promised that I would buy the owl. Besides that I want to make sure that the owl has the correct temperament to be around toddlers." Kipsy looks at Griphook before he nods his head to him sharply out of respect. Then he disappears with a silent pop.

Griphook chimes after Kipsy leaves, "I'm glad he is already added to the Potter Accounts. Now I suppose that ten Snowy Owls to be given to children will be enough. Most owls know instinctively what a wizard is trying to convey when they speak. Maybe you should ask each of the owls if they are willing to be a goblin toddler's companion. It might take less effort if you asked them that." Harry nods before sheepishly looks at him.

"Is there any way that I can get access to the rest of the vaults I own? I was wondering if there was anything in there that we could give to a little more mature goblin teenagers. Maybe something like a huge supply of cauldrons if we still use them to rew potions." Griphook smiles at him widely.

"We can save that for another day. The secretary's name is Lurnark Winowa. She is a highly prestigious goblin whom the Director favors. If you show grace to her the Goblin Director may be more willing to help you out." Harry nods as he walks toward the door before briefly pausing. Turning back toward Griphook Harry grins.

"I'll be willing to add more to the bargain if you helped me by figuring out how many elves are needed at each house to keep it up to date, clean, and safe." Griphook nods to him before walking out the door and motioning for Harry to follow. Griphook hands him a pouch. Harry looks at it and peeps inside. It looks like a black hole was inside of it.

"This sack is a magical version of a debit card. When you need to pay just reach inside while thinking of the payment total. If you want to add tips to the jar just think of up to five galleons. They will appear without a sack but the tip is limited to five galleons." Harry nods before he walks into the open entry room. Waving at Griphook as he began toward the exit he makes his way out of the building. Thankfully his cloak was snot free and dry. Looking at his shopping list he scans it over.

Lordling Potter,

I decided to give you a list to go all out in getting supplies. I've got specific instructions for you to follow at the majority of the shops and if you don't follow them to the letter they will look down upon you. Remember just to read one piece at a time since the list is so long. Now let's start with Diagon Alley.

Magical Travels - Magical travels is a shop that sells unique trunks. I am demanding that you buy a house trunk. House trunks are basically trunks with houses inside of them. I'd suggest one from the Manor Trunk Series since they have more rooms. Each room is nearly as big as a 12'x12' room. There are about five sizes of the Manor trunks. There is the XS, or extra small. They have 13 rooms. The S, or small, has 18 rooms, the M, or medium, has 25 rooms. The L, or large, which has 30 rooms. And the XL, or the extra large, which has an astounding 40 rooms. Out of all the rooms available I'd pick at least a library, a potions lab, five blank rooms, three bedrooms, an owlery, a servant's quarter, and a bath... and an office.

Harry looks around and sees Magical Travels almost next to the bank. Walking over to it he strides inside and wonders over toward the cash register. A man sits behind the desk idly as he spots Harry. Perking up a lot he was about to ask Harry something when Harry made a request. "I'm looking for a unique trunk. I'd like for it to be a XXL Manor Trunk. I know that the XL normally comes with 40 rooms but I was hoping for something with forty five rooms. I'll be able to pay for any improvements to the trunk but I want a few things that only the goblins have." The man smiles at him warily at the display of money.

The man takes a deep breath as he readies himself to disappoint Harry. "First I need to know your spending limit for both decor and building. These things can get really expensive and are difficult to craft."

Harry frowns as he thinks about it slowly. "I'd say 100,000 galleons for each. I don't often go all out for shopping so My parents have added 50,000 galleons to my account for the last few years. I've got a bunch of money saved up now." The young man looks amazed. Shaking his head he sighs as he thinks about it. Motioning for Harry to follow him Harry obediently trudges into an office area where another man waits for business. He looks up happy to deal with someone as the shopkeeper tells him the total budget.

"The kid has a total budget of about 200,000 galleons. He has a little more due to spending his money wisely and getting an additional 50,000 galleons added to his trust vault for the last four year. None of the money for the last four years has been touched. I don't know what else he might have money wise." The younger shopkeeper left the way he came as Harry sits down. The man gives him a funny look. Reaching deeply into his desk the man pulls out a scroll and offers it to him.

"This will tell me your real spending limit set by your guardian. Just push your magic into it and say activate. Harry quickly builds his magic before rushing it out onto the page. After a few brief moments it shows that his limit was 400,000 galleons for such things. It also shows his real name. The man merely raises an eyebrow at him before nodding at him. Pulling out an outline he begins mapping out the interior. "What is the size and how many rooms?"

Harry smiles at him as he answer truthfully. "A size XXL with forty five rooms. I know it will be more difficult but as you can see I can afford it. Most of the money will be spend on needed things of high quality. Thinks like book shelves, potions cabinets, potions supplies and ingredients, and the like." The man looks at Harry with a frown.

"I'm sorry lad, but the largest we can make is forty three rooms. Will that do if we add a few useful spells?" Harry looks at him before he decides that he needs to start with a list of rooms. Using his wandless magic to summons bank parchment from across the room along with a paint brush Harry begins scribbling rather quickly.

"First lets get down what I will need at most before we start making any full plans. I want at least three of the rooms to be libraries. I have enough books for that. Next I need at least one office, a conference room, at least three bedrooms, a master bedroom, two bathrooms, a relaxing den, a huge kitchen with plenty of cooking equipment to be provided by the goblins. I guess that a Potions Lab is in order. Maybe a muggle only library. Let's see, a place to practice wandless magic undetected. And possibly a dinning room and a servants quarter." The man nods to him as he writes it down. After a few brief moments there is an outline for about twenty room. There are several more that have nothing in them yet.

"Would it be wise to combine three of the rooms for a training ground?" Harry nods as he likes that idea. After that the man sighs as he looks it over. "This sounds good but I'm going to add an area for your mail birds. Next is a room for your favorite pet, then a tea room, and maybe a room that acts as a portal to another place. Maybe to one of your family manors. Which one would you prefer? Your house elves will have to help set it up though since I don't currently have access to the Potter Estates." Harry frowns as he remembers the house elves he needs to buy. Harry suddenly stands as he realizes that he just needs one with forty rooms.

"Just give me the standard XL Manor Trunk since I'm in a hurry. If possible I'd like to help use magic to furbish the rooms we spoke of and to prepare them. I'm good at wandless magic." the man nods as he steps around the desk and walks over to a hidden door. Opening it he allows Harry to enter before he follows behind him. Once the door closes the room lights up brightly. There had to be about twenty trunks in the room. The man walks over to the last pile and pulls out one that looks beautiful with its iridescent black stone. It has gold pieces on it and it is gilded. The man pulls the trunk further into the room where a ton of shrunken furniture lay in heaps.

"What style do you want or do you want to rooms to be practical?" Harry quickly answers as if it had been obvious the whole time.

"I'd like to have practical, it doesn't matter if anything matches since I can buy more furniture later to make it more pretty or whatnot." The man nods as he opens the first room. Sending bookshelves into the room he creates a huge library. Repeating the process three more times in three more rooms he move to prep four bedrooms. Then the office was prepared followed b the kitchen. The kitchen mostly has cabinets placed inside of it. harry makes sure that they fit as much as reasonably possible into each room. At Harry's request there is a wall of books that are placed in each room that is already decided. After all the rooms were done the Manager of the shop, Dave, cheerfully claps him on his shoulder.

"That is going to be about 75,319 galleons." Harry reaches into his sack and pulls out a sack while thinking of the price. Once he has the huge sack in his hands he gives it to the shopkeeper. Picking up and using the automatic transfiguration ability of the trunk he slips it onto his wrist as a simple wooden bracelet. After he has it on he walks out of the shop before looking at the next shop.

Eeylops Owl Emporium - A pet shop located in Diagon Alley that sells owls and various other things needed for the care of owls, like Owl Treats. It sells a variety of breeds, including Screech, Barn, Tawny, Brown, and Snowy. Buy ten of the Eagle owls in pairs. Speak with each owl and carefully select the treats that they ask for but buy them in 'one year supply' packages. After that look for a pair of metal talons and a scroll case for each owl.

Harry quickly looks around and is surprised that the owl shop is right next to him. Walking into the store he wonders through it until he arrives near the group of eight Snowy Owls. Harry steps into the view of all the owls that he wants. "Hey, I need to know if any of you Snowy Owls are good with kids. Goblin Toddlers to be exact. They might try to bite you though so you need to have a good temperament if you are coming with me." Surprisingly all of them begins hooting loudly and eagerly. Harry nods to them and turns around to come face to face with a pair of red haired twins. They are both looking at a pair of snow white tigers.

Feeling something inside of him pity the two teenagers he clears his throat. They both glance at him with sad looks before the grin as if they ARE trouble. Holding a finger up he sees them pause. "I was told to make a few friends. MY advisor suggested kids about my age. If I promise to buy these two for you and something for each of the members of your family would you be willing to at least start off as pen pals? I'll also be sending a Eagle owl to your family to act as the family mail bird if need be." The two of them gape at him before whooting at each other. They both grab one of Harry's arms and drag him over to a Rad Haired woman with about five more kids.

"Mum! This kid is so sad, he just offered to buy us each a pet if we try to be his friends! Who is so lonely that they would pay that much money for us?!" The woman looks at Harry as he suddenly begins leaning back knowing she was about to go into mother hen mode. Harry stops her by raising his hand revealing his Lord's Ring.

"I just wanted a friend. I figured that since I am emancipated that I could try to make friends with kids my own age. Besides that I would hate for the animals to be here alone and lonely. That would be very sad." The woman instantly frowns before seeing that she won't be able to stop this kid from buying them their own pets. She reluctantly nods to him.

"I suppose that the family needs a new owl, our old one died this morning which is why we are here. Is there anything that you suggest?" Harry nods as he looks around. Motioning for them to follow he heads back towards the owls until he finds them and the Barn Owls.

"These Barn Owls generally have a friendly demeanor. They are also highly intelligent, watch this. Who wants to follow this family into friendship?" They look at each other before one raises a wing and hoots. Then it points at the little girl for some reason. Harry reaches out to the Owl and realizes what it meant. It wasn't an ordinary owl, it was a familiar owl. Harry opens the cage and motions for the little girl to step forward. She cautiously steps forward. "Watch this, the owl gave me a hint something big is about to go down." The mother was about to shoo the bird away out of fear when the girl pets her and the both glow with the showing of a familiar bond. The woman stands there stunned before she looks at Harry questioningly.

"How on earth did you know that was going to happen?! I couldn't even deduce that as a possible outcome!" Harry chuckles lightly before telling the truth.

"Well, I was raised by my squib aunt. Apparently I am technically a muggleborn but I am listed as the heir to some guy called Sirius Black. I figure that as long as I help make people happy that I can be happy. When I discovered magic I began to learn how to control my accidental magic and learned to trigger it without a wand. Then I learned to attach it to other objects and send my magic to ask questions. It sort of forms a two way legilimency bond for a few minutes. I seen the bird show me a cartoon version of her and your daughter glowing and I remember reading about real life bonds. The bond between me and the Brownie is now gone due to her having a fresh bond with your daughter. Also, the bond I formed for those few brief moments cannot just be one way. Both participants have to allow it or it will fail and you will get a headache from being forced out of its mind. In fact, if you were feeling lazy you could send a tendril of magic out to a quill and offer to feed it your magic if it will write notes for you. It helps with studying and it can help organize things. Quills are actually very smart. They know most languages that they have written in and they tend to be able to read despite not having eyes." The twins stare at him in awe as he realizes that he just told them that he broke the law.

The girl walks up to her mother and pointedly puts her hands on her hips as if she was reprimanding her. "Think of it this way, he didn't use his magic, the objects did. He just loans them his magic in return for favors done for him. And anyway I think that writing notes would be highly helpful. There might be other things that we can convince things to do. Heck, we might be able to speak to our wands and figure out what they think about us! That would totally be worth breaking the law." Harry blinks as the mother shoves her wand at him. Gently closing his eyes he senses the magic of the wand and sent it a question.

What do you think of your partner? The wand sends him an image of racing happy children. Then it tells him something about it having termites and Harry swears loudly. "SHIT!" Opening his eyes Harry gives the woman an evil glare. "Did yu know that your wand has termites in it? Termites are bugs that eat wood. If you don't solve the problem then your wand is going to die! You ought to take better care of your wand!" A man nearby strides up to him and gently holds his wand out for questioning.

Harry looks up at him and he asks, "Will you please ask my wand what I do with it that it enjoys?" Harry nods and quickly focuses on the wand. Just like the nobleman who owns it the wand feels pampered.

Sending a few tendrils of magic at it he feels it lap at his magic as if tired. What is wrong? The wand shows him an image of too much polish and shudders badly. Harry nods to it before asking his ring if there was a certain type of oil that could both polish and renew the wand. It shows him the polish from Griphook's office. Giving the Ring a happy affirmative Harry turns back to the wand and asks it, How can I purify you,. get ride of the polish and bad stuff? IT shows him salt being poured into a bowl and a brief wash in the salty water. Nodding to it he asks her the correct question. What do you like best about what your partner does with you? The wand simply shows him an image of the man dueling somebody. He recognizes the man as his own father.

Opening his eyes he looks at the nobleman and sighs. "I'm sorry to say this but you are drowning you wand in oils and polishes. Those types that you use are making it less receptive to magic. However, it told me a solution of salty water used as bath water for the wand would cleanse it. My family ring told me that the Polish the goblin Griphook has is the best to make it beautiful, happy, and stronger magically. Sorry, if says that it liked you a lot better when you used it to duel people in the arena." the man Stands there horrified before he shakes his head and carefully looks him over.

"I have realized for some time now that my wand has weakened. I thought our bond had been destroyed somehow but I had no idea I was hurting her I must sincerely thank you for your help young lad. Is there anything that I can do to say thank you for the advise?" Harry pauses to think as he scratches the back of his head before it clicks. Looking up at him he smiles shyly.

"I want to learn to brew potions. I've got the money to pay for a private tutor but I haven't a clue where to look for a tutor. I've also got the money to search for potions ingredients and I am sure that I can ask you for something specific. Could you follow me, Sir?" The man nods happily as his wife walks over to the two of them followed by another blond, though he is Harry's own age.

The four of them walk back over to where the eight snowy owls lay waiting for him in their cages. Harry makes a quiet motion as his eyes scan the nearby area. "I don't know if you recognize me but until today I lived in an abusive, neglectful home as per Dumbledore's orders. I'm Harry, Harry Potter. Don't tell anyone. I want help suing Dumbledore since he placed me in the home despite my mother stating in her will that she didn't want me to go there." Then Harry lifts his hand showing them the Potter Lord Ring completely. They nod with acceptance while their son looks at him in shock. Harry ignores the son since he knows he doesn't have the same mental capacity as Harry himself.

The two adults begin dragging their son along after them while the other family wonders over toward him. Harry ignores them while he gets the owls out and shops for their stuff. After a few minutes Harry has everything for his owls and his give away owls. The entire family has a new owl for each of them. Harry also pays for the family's pets to have several 'one year' packages of different treats. After sending the owls off to Gringotts to wait for him he looks back down at the list again.

Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour - It is owned and operated by Florean Fortescue, and was located at Diagon Alley. This place doesn't really have a command other then to observe the people around you. Hanging out here will help you adjust to the social norms of the society you are now entering. There is all sorts of flavors and if you pay for them Florean is willing to give sample platters. he doesn't do samples by themselves and this will help you make a few friends should the need for one ever arrive.

Harry sighs as he marches over to the icecream parlour and goes over to the counter. Looking at all of the different types of icecream he decides to flaunt his wealth a little. The man behind the counter smiles warmly at him and Harry automatically smiles back at him. "I heard that you sell trays of samples? Is there any way that I could buy a tray of each type of icecream to share with others?" The man pauses before he grins widely several people nearby who are obviously muggleborns shuffle closer. The man comes out to a nearby table and places a few samples on it. A few shuffle closer cautiously. "Feel free to try some." Harry says politely as he takes a bite of strawberry chocolate cream. He doesn't lie the flavor that well. Several muggleborn along with their parents shuffle closer and being picking a few different flavors to try. after about five minutes Harry knows that he ha found his heaven in the French Vanilla and Wafers ice cream. Looking up at Florean he walks up to the counter and make an offer.

"I'll send you a few books my family has horded on icecream making if you give me the recipe for this French Vanilla and Wafer ice cream. If I have to I'll swear to take the recipe with e to the grave while telling nobody but my house elves and while forcing them to swear additional oaths of secrecy." Harry doesn't realize it but he has the most serious face on like he will literally do anything to keep others from discovering the recipe. The man pauses before shrugging.

"If you swear the oath I am game, I'd love to have new icecream recipes." Harry quickly grins widely as he forces himself under control

"I, HJP, Swear upon my magic not to share the recipe given to me by Florean with anybody but my house elf. I also swear to burn the recipe card upon the time that I have the recipe memorized. So mote it be. Oh, and I swear to give Florean at least a dozen different ice cream creation and or recipe books. Preferably at least five of each. So mote it be!" A bright glow radiates from Harry's skin. When it dies Harry gently takes the recipe card given to him and undoes his trunk before placing it inside. Changing his trunk back into a bracelet he puts it on his wrist. "Can I buy an extra small French Vanilla and Wafer ice cream, please?"

The man nods as he gets a small cup and scoops a half scoop of the icecream into the cup. Pulling out a spoon Florean gives the two of them to him. Harry smiles at him before asking him a question, "How much do I owe you?"

Florean waves his worry off. "I felt delighted at the thought of new icecream recipes so this is on the house. The profit I can make from selling new icecream flavors is going to be a lot over the years. Though if you still want to buy something I can let you buy a few muggleborn their own icecreams. Harry pauses before a brilliant idea hits him.

"About how much do you make on days like this?" Florean's eyes bulge as he knows what he is planning. Florean scratches the side of his head.

"I suppose that It would be about 30,000 galleons on a day like this. If you want to include sample trays every hour or so It might be about 32,000." Florean answers politely. Harry nods back to him before changing it.

"I'll pay 35,000 for samples every thirty minutes and for everybody for the rest of the day. " Florean offers his hand and Harry reaches into the sack and wills for 35,000 galleons to appear as payment. Pulling out the yet again huge sack he offers it to Florean. Waving his hand Florean sees that it has the correct amount of money inside of it. Harry walks out of the shop and looks at the next place.

Flourish and Blotts - A popular bookshop in Diagon Alley where most Hogwarts students purchase their schoolbooks. It also has the many books on several subjects approved by the Ministry of Magic. Here I would get a few more books on such things that interest you. Mind you most of it is theory and if you tell the people behind the counter 'I am looking for something special for a Moronic Monday' then they will take you to their expensive collections.

Harry looks next to him and sees Flourish and Blotts. Entering the store quietly he walks up to the counter first. The woman was looking at him with a soft smile. "I am looking for something special for a Moronic Monday." The lady grins at him before opening a hidden curtain beside the desk and motioning for him to follow her. He enters the fairly sized room and the lady begins asking questions.

"Is there anything specific that you are looking for?" Harry decides to tell her the truth mostly.

"I was actually hoping to get a wide range of stuff from simple things like detailed theory to ancient runes. I want to be well versed in many of the subjects and their core before I get to Hogwarts. if I am not at least decent then I will be ashamed of myself. Plus I figured that a book on potions ingredients and their preparation would be best since I am going to be brewing a ton of potions within the next few months." The woman cheerfully begins piling books near the Harry quickly pays the steep price of about 2,013 galleons before stepping outside and looking at his list again.

Junk shop - A shop that sells secondhand items such as broken wands, lopsided scales, etc. However, the good side to this shop is obviously their books. They have many rare books and this store sometimes doesn't watch what enters well enough. Thus when they discover 'restricted things' they put it into their restricted area. The passcode for today is 'Moronic Mondays are always my favorite.' With this password you should be able to get into the back though they will watch you like a hawk to make sure that you don't take anything pertaining to the dark arts.

Harry grins widely at the thought of getting a few restricted books to study. Stepping inside the store next door he sees that he is in the right shop. Walking over to the counter he grins at the younger man sitting behind the desk. He looks about nineteen or so. "Moronic Mondays are always my favorite." The man's eyes widen a fraction before he motions for Harry to follow him. After going to the back wall the man pulls on something causing a bookshelf to slide over. Harry quickly enters and feels a rather powerful tug on his magic. Looking around he sees a deep black iridescent stone.

Walking over to the stone he sends a tendril of his magic out to it and it shies away. Picking up the stone it cracks in his hand. Harry feels intense shadows gather around him before the egg, or so it appears to be, hatches. Harry then realizes that it was a phoenix of some sort. It trills at him softly. gently caressing her crest he sends her e telepathic bond to ask if there was anything she needed.

"Rwark." The bird simply crawls onto his shoulder and he picks up the nearest blanket and sees that it was what had been holding the egg. Wrapping the blanket around the weak newborn phoenix he refrains from cooing at her. He already knows a very good nickname for her.

"How do you like the nickname 'Umbra' since you seem dark?" Umbra croons happily as she makes a nest out of her blanket, then she falls asleep quietly. Looking up he sees the manager walk into the area they hid inside of. The manager appears more amazed then angry.

"I'll give you anything. I never thought the stone was an egg. I witnessed a Phoenix's True Birth because of you and I'll be damned if I don't show appreciation for it. What would you like that is in this room?" Harry looks around the room as he ponders what he could use before realizing that the majority of the book are what he wants.

"Sir, I don't normally ask such irresponsible things but I have a goblin riend. He likes books and I figured that I would give him a few books on human dark arts if he could teach the Aurors to counter the spells in the book. I just want our homeland security force to be able to properly protect us. Plus he said that as long as he got the books that he would be happy to 'take it apart' and figure out the components of each spell while finding their weaknesses." The man frowns as he ponders it. Looking down at Harry he has a brilliant idea.

"I can give you his name so you can owl him about the books. He will even tell you that I'm being honest. He is Griphook and works as a Account Manager to a noble house." The Manager of the store smiles as he relaxes at the offered name before turning around and whistling sharply. A rather small Pygmy Owl comes into the room and lands on the man's shoulder.

"Hoo?" The owl seems a little old and Harry frowns at being mean enough to send the elderly owl outside when she looks ill. Harry steps over to her and sent a tendril of magic towards the owl. Instantly he felt a wave of pain and himself Panting as he came back to reality he looks up at the feeble owl and turns toward the manager.

"Your owl is very sick. I just attached a very tiny thread of my magic to her and was overcome like that. How do you think that she feels right now? she needs to see a pet doctor really soon. She might die." before he could speak another word Umbra pokes her head out of the blanket and tries to get closer to the owl. The owl opens her beak and Umbra cries a few tears into her beak. Harry smiles softly before looking at the shop keeper who was now looking at both Harry and Umbra in astonishment.

"I never thought that I would see the day that Tootie would be cured of that old disease. Tootie has been sick like that for years. I bonded with her forcefully as a child to keep her alive and I've always felt her pain since then. But right now she isn't in much pain. Thank you very much, Umbra, for healing my partner. What can I do in addition for the two of you?" Harry looks at Tootie who actually is bouncing excitedly before Harry has an idea. Looking at Umbra he sent her an image of crying into a vial and she croons softly as she motions to the side of the room where a diamond vial sat. Harry goes over to it and picks it up. Umbra allows him to open it and she quickly fills it up with her back at the shopkeeper he smiles.

"I have a theory. Owls, as well as phoenixes, are very smart. For all we know things like healing phoenix tears can have side effects when too much is given. I want you to allow Tootie to drink from this once a day at the most often. It might heal her completely over the course of the next few days if she is able to recover completely. Besides that I love animals. We can't just let an elderly owl die without trying to ease his or her pain. So helping Tootie is enough of a reward. Though you could send the next few batches of your 'bad books' to Griphook as payment if you wish to." Harry smiles widely at the two plus owl before he realizes that the diamond was glowing. Harry looks at it before reaching out with his magic and asking the diamond a question.

Sorry to bother you so rudely but what are you doing to those phoenix tears? The bottle gives him a curious image before Harry realizes the true purpose of the diamond bottle. Harry then felt sheepish. Sorry for not asking for permission to use you first. The diamond simple sends an image of a smiley face before Harry Opens his eyes. Looking at the shopkeeper he whistles sharply. Looking at the shop keeper he yawns some.

"Get him my lunch box, he is probably exhausted from attaching to Tootie."Harry happily sat down with the two of them as he ate the sandwich. Swallowing the last bite he places the empty bottle upon the table. Looking at Johny York, the friendly man, he smiles widely.

"Did you not realize what kind of treasure this is?! It has such old magic from way back in the Ancient Greek Period of time. This bottle has the ability to copy the properties of any liquid put inside of it. All you got to do is ask it for what you want. But don't forget to ask politely since I'm pretty sure that it would want some respect for its very difficult chores. It probably has a potion to cure werewolves of their inner wolf." The diamond vial glows before a potions was in front of them inside th vial. Harry looks at the other two. Raising a finger he stops them from rejoicing.

"Before I point out how I asked for it I want to also point out that she may be showing us a half complete cure. We need to have this potion analyzed by a true master potioneer. I'll pay for any potioneer to come test this but first I want to ask the Vial... Let's name her Jewel since she is worth more than any jewel since she is so precious. Jewel, is there any way that IO could take this potion out of you and place it in a regular vial?" The magic of the vial reaches out to him and he leans closer.

Humming thoughtfully at the very good yet problematic reply he turns to his two companions. "Jewel say that she can if she shares her ability with the next vial. But she says that it can't be poured out of her, only the new vial when it only has one potion attuned to it." Johny gently picks up Jewel before telling her a completely serious thing. Harry never expected to here such a thing.

"I would marry you if I could. Thanks you to My baby girl, Tootie is going to have a possible recovery. You have no idea how much that means to me. I truly love you for being such a hard worker, a considerate person, and such amazingly smart thing!" He kisses the side of Jewel causing her to blush red briefly. Harry senses that Jewel likes him better then John but decides to make it obvious.

"Uh, Johny? I think that I feel a pull from Jewel. I think that she would rather have me. Please turn purple if I am correct..." Surely enough she turns a beautiful purple lavender color. Harry groans as he ponders the new revelation. "Jewel, I promise that I will take you home with me as soon as Tootie is as far from her illness as possible after she takes her next prescription at the least. Besides that I do really want to help sick animals. I'll have you come up with the prescriptions but I'll have to start a small animal clinic. Understand?" Jewel seems very happy with the direction that things were going and shines brightly to let him know that. Harry stands up as he briefly looks at the once more glowing Jewel. Johny gently caresses Jewel before handing her to Harry.

"Drink some, it will restore your energy and magic." Harry quickly obeys and quickly feels vitalized. Then he pauses suddenly and eyeballs Jewel. Humming thoughtfully Harry looks at Johny.

"I'll pay for an ordinary vial. I have a plan for an offering for a possible Patron God. The Potters don't yet have one. Jewel, do you think you can copy every recipe into Gemna?" Jewel gives him a mental nod before sending him a thought of making three of then and sending one to each of the Big Three. "Make that three of them." Johny quickly picks up Jewel and places her in the center of six different vials made of glass behind the counter. She quickly began flowing her power into all six of them.

Harry stretches and turns toward Johny, "I've got to continue my shopping. Send Jewel to me via Griphook whenever you can." Johny nods as he waves to him and Harry strides out of the door. He looks back down at his list.

Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions - Sometimes simply referred to as Madam Malkin's, it is a shop in Diagon Alley. Students get their Hogwarts school uniforms there, and also dress robes, traveling cloaks, and the like. I suggest getting a regular full wardrobe before continuing onward. Many people don't really trusty people dress in black cloaks, the think that they are death eaters. Loss the cloak, seriously.

Harry shuddered at the thought of Death Eaters still being out here. Looking at the next store he enters the shop to see a few seamstresses gathered around a portly woman who was giving instruction rather quickly. "And it is because of the newest materials that we are integrating some muggle clothes into our shop. If you don't like it you can leave." About half of the worker file out of the room and exit the shop. Malkin, as he assumes she is, notices him now.

She waddles over to him with a cheerful smile. "Oh? Have you come to try out our new muggle line? They are mighty useful for disguising one's self as a muggle." Harry looks at her before he remembers seeing something called the 'Instant Seamstress' on his inheritance test.

"Actually I came here for a full wardrobe. However, I can offer you something in return for a discount." The portly woman chuckles lightly. She waves a fan in front of her face and smiles endearingly at him.

"The only thing I could use right now is a few more workers. Either that or Ravenclaw's legendary seamstress machine. It was lost to time many hundred years ago." She sighs sadly as she looks at Harry. Harry has a mischievous grin on his face before he strides into her shadow and appears within Griphook's office startling the goblin into looking up at him.

The office was still the same as last time he visited a few hours ago. "Hey, is there any way that I could, say, loan something out from within my inheritance?" Griphook nods as he slowly lowers the weapon that is in his hands.

"Please refrain from appearing like that within my office if at all possible. What is it you need?" Harry grins widely. Harry write something down on the nearest blank parchment before showing it to Griphook. Griphook frowns heavily. "I suppose that you wish to loan it to Malkin since her newest line of clothes has people fleeing from her shop? I heard that may of her workers are planning on quitting if she doesn't 'straighten her act up' soon. I see most muggle styles as something very nice." Harry grins widely at his approval. He motions for Harry to follow him. Harry quickly follows him deep into the offices area util they arrive at a different cart area the he seen in the lobby.

"Does this lead to the same area?" Harry asks as they hope onto the cart. Griphook nods before they take off at very high speeds. After several log minutes of twists and turns they arrive outside a vault labeled 'Alpha Four' and Griphook taps the center of the vault with his claw. It quickly opes to reveal a huge room full of books and such things that he always wanted. Griphook strides into the room and makes his way over to a photo booth look a like. Griphook pokes an outer button causing it to shrink to a very small size. Handing it to Harry he begins picking up a few books written by Ravenclaw. They all speak about different clothing styles and elegant gowns and may other favorable dress clothes.

"This should be enough to hold her appetite for Ravenclaw over until we get a few things sorted out. Also, over here we have the blueprint of the Instant Seamstress and can hire another to create a few of them. Thankfully there is a vampire who might be able to do so. Come along." Griphook was already outside the vault as Harry rushes to follow. He didn't honestly think the vault liked him at this point. Pausing he slaps himself in the forehead. Reaching out with his magic he touches the vault walls with his magic tendril. It shows him images of the seamstress back where it stood a moment before. it also showed him images of various dresses that were in an area that now looks dusty. Gathering his magic around himself he pushes it toward that area willing for the clothes to repair themselves from the dust motes. As quickly as he made it comeback to life the room was hugging him in delight with its own magic.

Then the vault shows him adding more clothes to the vault and he sends it a reply as quickly as he could. He promised to being her may clothes if she could allow him to take the seamstress for a year or two. She agrees. Walking out of the vault he hops onto the cart and lets Griphook take him back to his own office. "I'll be back." He vanishes into the shadow again and appears in Malkin's shop right in front of the lady. Placing the seamstress oto the ground he pushes the button o the top of it. It grows back to full size. Harry asks her a quick question. "How much would it cost to store plenty of cloth into thi part here? He opens a port on the side and she quickly realizes what he brought was the Seamstress. She shoves a good amount of cloth inside before Harry shows them the sitting area where they were measured.

Closing the back ed of it Harry climbs into the main part and closing the curtain. Pressing the button he feels the magic of it activate ad sent it a plea to read Malkin's mid about the latest wizarding apparels. It does and quickly measures Harry in every aspect. after a few brief seconds of rapid shearing of scissors cutting fabric before everything went silent. A brief 'DING' sounds as the inside of the device expands. Harry quickly picks up most of the muggle clothing that he has been waiting for and hands it to Malkin as she peeps inside. "These are Authentic Muggle Clothes. Make what you will of them." Harry closes the curtain again and presses the button while mentally adding a few sets of formal clothes in both muggle and magical kind.

There was a few more things added then there was the time before. Either way he has a whole new wardrobe. Everything from accessories, shoes, ad purses to organic makeup and hair ribbons. I love it! This is so awesome! Harry walks back out to find Malkin looking through the muggle clothes from the tee with the image of a football to the baseball hat decked out in camo. Harry quickly places his new clothes in his trunk as Malkin turns toward him.

"I cannot accept this as a gift..." She sounds so sad. Harry gives her a long look.

"Who says that it was a gift and not a loan?" Malkin smiles widely at him before frowning some.

"Well, I would at least like to help you get rid of that awful cloak. It makes you look like a death eater. Come along now." Harry follows her to the men's section and allows her to make sure he has changed into a professional looking suit. It was emerald green so he loves it more then the rest of the clothes.

"Thank you for your donation of clothes." Harry jokes at her earning a swat from the lady. Umbra lay sleeping in his arms.

"It wasn't a donation, it was a thank you gift." She replies cheekily. Harry snorts as he exits the shop that is filled with laughter behind him. Looking at his list once more he sees the next destination.

Madam Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions - Located at 275 Diagon Alley, this shop helps witches getting rid of 'warts and worse' and will be a good spot for you. I know you may not like it but as a noble you need to buy at least a few of these to use on special occasions. This is also were you can buy potions to grow out your hair. The longer it gets the easier to tame it is. If possible ask the lady behind the desk what would be wise for a male without being too 'feminine' since I doubt you would want that.

Harry shakes his head in disagreement, if he was dating anybody when he gets older it is going to be male. Males don't expect for him to have kids, doll them up, or treat them to fancy things. *Shudders* Fancy is always bad unless it was for kids who enjoy it. Looking at the next shop ad he wasn't surprised to see MPB Potions next to him. Stepping over to the window he looks inside. Mostly inside was a few women. Opening the door he goes over to the group of women to see them talking about hair styles. Shuddering at the horror he will no doubt face he clears his throat.

All of them look at him instantly including the shop keeper. "Hey, HJP! Griphook told me to make sure that you stopped by. I expected for you to try to skip over us. Come over here, we are discussing the basic care kit for a young man your age." Harry obediently trudges forward before he sees that they have decided on at most six things.

The first Male Beauty Care Product is shampoo of some kind. The follows a conditioner and a body wash. Then there was some lotion that smells like earth and grass. Besides that everything has an earthy smell to it. The lat two objects are for acne and hair growth respectively. Harry smiles at them before grinning widely. They kept arguing over what would be write but they thankfully all agree on the Earthy Smell which is pretty nice. Harry wonders to the other three potential products. One is a body cologne, another is a hair gel that helps shape the hair style. The last was something that caught his eyes, it is a hair nutrition potion. Looking at the five or six women who are ow all looking at him curiously he decides to tell them his opinion. "First of all body cologne is always a help to a guy when they have been working out and sweating a lot. Cologne is in. Secondly, hair gel is something that I will need for emergency formal events even if I try to deny it. Thirdly, a nutrition potions is nowhere ear as girly as I thought you would hook me up with. I am pretty sure that most people won't want to be around me if I have a head full of split ends that look really nasty ad unhealthy. Fourthly, good job and not overdoing it. I really appreciate it."

The gossiping women quickly gather around him to smother him in love. They apparently, in their younger days, had been great beauty professionals. They always decided to meet here every week and they often used this time to share their wisdom with others even though most people thought they knew nothing. From the way that they offered to buy him gifts for his birthday they truly felt appreciated by him, and if he was the only one who knew that these people were once beauty queens then there had to be a way to get them back into being somebody to study under.

Stepping outside the MPB Potions he feels that he has made a few true friends. Looking down at his list he sees the next hit point.

Magical Menagerie - One of the shops where students buy their pets and supplies. I am suggesting that you buy a second pet. This time get a kneazle. Those things can easily detect when a person is false, is lying to you, or is out to get you. They also detect animagus when others can't. An Animagus is a human who has an animal side due to magical transformation. Maybe you can write a book on finding one after you find your own without potions.

Harry smiles at the new suggestion as he turns toward the next shop. Sure enough there lay the Menagerie. Harry quickly goes inside the shop ad feels a tug at his magic again. Following the tug to a back wall where a few sets of huge eggs lay he gently picks the one with the Black Iridescent shell. Picking it up he gently places it onto the floor just as a manager steps into the same row.

CRACK!

The egg begins shaking and rattling as more cracks appear along its spine. After several long minutes the miniature dragon is finally out of its shell. it croons at him and he sits ext to the baby dragon. "That was impressive. Not may people recognize the thing that draws them by tugging on their magic. My name is David Charleen, nice to meet you kiddo." Harry nods to him as he rests beside his new dragon. The dragon is strange, its scales appear to be made out of white ice, its eyes are a brilliant turquoise color and the dragon was freezing cold. Harry already knew that it was special to be able to bond but from the shopkeeper's words these eggs are supposed to be dead.

"I'll buy all of these dead eggs. I know that I can't bond with them but if they are anything like this guy they will be able to bond with people. That alone requires intellect, thought and reasoning skills. Every bonded animal normally picks their partner out of a specific reason. These have to be some kind of sleeping eggs waiting for their bonded. They might be the children of a dragon god for all we know. We cannot just let them get thrown away without any proof that they aren't like Whitey. Right?" The shop keeper looks at the dragon tiredly. He knows that Harry is right but he also knows that Dragons are dangerous in general.

"Fine, take them, use them for potions ingredients for all I care." The man winks at him subtly.

"I will." Harry pulls out his trunk and slowly places Whitey into the first bedroom that it opens to. Then he places the rest of the cold eggs inside the trunk one at a time. Standing up he makes his way out of the shop and quickly looks at the list for the next place.

Potage's Cauldron Shop - A shop that sells cauldrons. It is the place to buy standard brewing cauldrons. They are Pewter Size 2 and can brew just about anything. There are rarely any potions that cannot be brewed within one of these things. buy a few of these for any potions lessons you apply for.

Harry quickly walks to the next shop to him and sees that it isn't the same shop he was looking for. Looking across the stree he sees it and goes over to it. entering the shop he goes inside ad sees a few people looking at a few different cauldrons. Going over to the shelf labeled 'Pewter' he roams it for size 2. After finding it he pulls the first one off the low shelf. Placing it onto the ground he reaches up and pulls the oe that replaces it off the shelf pulling four more down he figures that six will be enough for now. A shopkeeper walks over and gets three of them. Harry gets the other three. After getting them to the counter Harry pays the 15 galleons apiece before placing them in his potions lab within his trunk.

He quickly steps outside and notices that he is ravenous for food. Seeing othing nearby he decides to call for 'Kipsy' to help him get to Potter Manor. "Kipsy!" The little elf appears eagerly before grabbing him ad teleporting him away.

"Kipsy has been waiting for master to return home, Kipsy is happy that Master has returned and will now serve master dinner." Harry sits dow at the table he was placed in front of and decides to leave the rest of the shopping for another day.