Thinking back to what had transpired with the Greengrasses brought a small smirk to Harry's thin lips. They'd decided to purchase the rest of what they needed by owl order and headed home. Though, he had received a peck on the cheek from Astoria and a rather warm hug from her sister.

Though it was in fact, less than a half hour since Harry's healer had dismissed the family, it felt far longer. Possibly due to the fact that he'd been sitting in the Leaky Cauldron for close to 6 minutes.

This stench is gonna kill me. Noticing his food coming his way, Harry let out a low sigh.

"Here ya go, Lord Black. Fresh garden salad, spring water, and a bowl of freshly cracked almonds." Harry gave a small nod to the cheery man as he picked up his fork and began to attack his salad.

Need to be more mindful in the future. That sideshow I put on took a lot more out of me than I'd thought. As he raised his fork to spear a particularly evasive tomato, Harry heard the gate to the Alley open. Glancing to the back door, he pulled his coat tighter and hunched over the bar in an effort to avoid the bushy haired girl he'd seen earlier. I need to find out why she puts off such a foul tasting aura.

A low growl escaped Harry's throat, not at the girl's retreating form, no, he was infuriated as a strange voice spoke once again within his mind.

"Malack is dead! All hail the return of Darth Revan, the true Lord of the Sith!

ALL HAIL DARTH REVAN!

ALL HAIL DARTH REVAN!

ALL HAIL DARTH REVAN!

The Sith bow before you, you have reclaimed your rightful throne, the Jedi order is in tatters, it is only a matter of time before your Sith minions wipe them from the face of the galaxy. The Republic fleet is decimated, the core worlds are defenseless against us!"

Shaking his head in an effort to silence the voice, Harry stabbed a slice of cucumber a little fiercer than was necessary.

"Something on your mind?" Looking up to see Tom watching him with a curious gaze, Harry simply shrugged.

"More like something in my mind." A small grin wormed onto his face before he let a high pitched cackle escape his lips. Noticing the looks he was getting only served to amuse him further. Rushing to finish his meal, Harry smiled when he noticed everyone deliberately looking anywhere but at him.

Polishing off the last handful of almonds, Harry hopped off his stool and headed back into the alley intent on finishing his last four stops. Books, apothecary, custom clothing I couldn't get at Malkin's, and a wand. Noticing a large book display inside a window of a shop call Flourish and Blotts, he decided it would be his first stop. Checking his pockets to make sure that he had dropped off all of his previous purchases in his room, he nodded to himself before heading into the shop. Kinda glad I dropped them off and unshrunk them. Given the nature of some of the shopkeepers, who knows how long the shrinking charms would've lasted?

"It's nice to have this place be emptier than usual, more room to move around." Harry's eyes began scanning the crowd at the sound of a familiar voice. Noticing a flash of blonde, Harry smirked before heading over to the section on household security spells.

"What do you think Draco, permanent counter jinxes, or simple wards?" A melodious voice drifted towards Harry and he smirked. Must be Draco's mother. This should be fun. Walking up beside the pair, he casually shrugged.

"Why not go all the way and use both?" A small grin broke out on his face when he watched Draco jump four inches into the air. Harry's only response to the boy's antics was to give a cold chuckle.

"Come off it already." Harry merely shrugged before he noticed the woman who he assumed to be Draco's mother giving him a rather hard glare. Schooling his features into their usual hardened mask, he waited for the woman to speak, though he didn't wait long.

"Who are you exactly, and how do you know my son?" Harry's eyes hardened when he noted the tone of her voice. He did notice however that Draco was squirming slightly.

"Well let's see, I know Draco because I met him in Madame Malkin's, and as to who I am, well, let's just say I'm not someone you want to cross." Smiling to himself when he remembered something Ragnok had told him, he looked the woman straight in the eye and opened his mouth, only instead of speaking he started hissing. 'You really don't want to do anything foolish with that wand you're holding.'

"Sweet Merlin!" While the look of shock on the woman's face was amusing, Harry wanted to go one step further. Narrowing his eyes, he smirked when she started struggling for air. Noticing Draco's look he shrugged before releasing the vacuum sphere around the woman's head.

"I apologize for the theatrics, but, I don't take kindly to disrespect." Brushing a lock of hair behind his ear, Harry smirked when he noticed Draco fighting a grin. The blonde was losing... badly.

"I told you I met someone interesting. I wonder if Harry will let father make himself into a fool like he did to you?" Draco suddenly regretted those words when Harry twirled his finger. The blonde boy found himself unable to see straight as his eyes were rolling around like marbles.

"Not funny!" Harry chuckled before he reached behind the boy and slapped the back of his head. Almost instantly, the blonde's teal eyes straightened out. Grinning, Harry held his hand out towards Draco's mother.

"Not that this isn't fun, but I believe introductions are in order. I'm Lord Hadrian Potter-Peverall-Black-Slytherin-Le Fay-Drakul. By default Lord Hogwarts, though I've yet to make that official." Smiling as the woman shakily gripped his hand, he gently brought hers to his lips and placed a soft kiss on her pale knuckles.

"N-Narcissa Malfoy, it is a pleasure to meet you, my lord." Harry laughed at her meek tone. Can't say I blame her though, after all, I did drop quite a few important names.

Giving a crooked grin, Harry glanced around the shop.

"So, is this the only book shop in the area?" Noticing the quirk of Narcissa's eyebrow Harry glared rather pointedly at the bushy haired girl that had been popping up all day. Noticing her looking in his direction Harry caught her eye and quickly tore through her mind. A cold chill filled the room as a demonic smile appeared on his pale lips.

"I would rather go somewhere with less rabble... if possible." Noticing where he was looking, both blondes' eyes narrowed as well. Finally, Narcissa spoke up.

"Perhaps we should move down to the more exclusive alley. It won't have any of that kind there." Nodding towards the door, Narcissa moved with both boys in tow, however, Harry paused for a split second and looking back at the bushy haired girl, he casually curled his lip and almost instantly a large blast of air knocked the girl flat on her face. Turning on the spot, Harry followed the two Malfoys with his coat billowing behind him.

"I must say, your wandless ability is inspiring. If the Dark Lord had a few followers as powerful as you, we would've done much better during the war." A cold fog suddenly blanketed the area, and Harry's eyes had gained several streaks of red.

A very nervous Draco watched as an invisible wind caused Harry's long hair to whip around his face. Stepping closer to Narcissa, the raven haired youth spoke in a low hiss.

"Let me make myself perfectly clear, I will not sympathize with that moron and his idiotic cause. Thanks to the goblins, I have quite a lot of information on that fool. He clearly wasn't as powerful as people seem to believe if a baby was able to lead to his downfall. Though the goblins explained this as well, if he truly was as powerful as he led people to believe, he would've had no issue breaking the ancient family magicks." Noticing that a small group of onlookers had gathered, Harry let loose a blast of dark power. Watching the fools scatter like roaches brought a cold smile to his face.

"Now then Narcissa, let me be clear, the Dark Lord will never return to power, because I won't let him. I will hunt him down in whatever pathetic state he is in, and finish him off, he will be as grain before my scythe. Do I make myself clear?" As the blonde woman nodded rapidly, Harry gave a cold growl before reigning in his aura.

"Perhaps we should proceed?" Giving Narcissa's mind a firm nudge, Harry moved to walk a few steps behind the two blondes. The silence lasted roughly 32 seconds before Narcissa spoke again.

"I do apologize for bringing that up. Tough, I'm pleased to see that you don't have some hero complex brought upon by your family's downfall." Harry fought the urge to growl, so instead he simply gave a cold sigh.

"I can not even remember my family, so why should I miss them? They gave me life, but nothing else. No, I hate him because of his foolish notions. While blood is important, what's even more important is power." Noticing a shabby looking store with a display of odd widgets in the window, Harry felt a low lurch in his gut. 'What the hell is going on?'

Narcissa and Draco both turned when they noticed the absence of their companion. A cold chill ran up Narcissa's spine as she noticed the shop that the raven haired youth was observing.

"What is this place?" His cold voice held an almost adoring tone that surprised the blonde woman. She'd heard that same exact voice used before, and it was always by him and always directed at her insane sister.

"That would be the Lost Emporium. Hardly anybody shops there, and it isn't exactly one of the nicest shops in the alley." Harry nodded absently at her words, the pull he felt was getting stronger, almost as if his subconscious mind knew that something in there was meant for him. Taking all of two seconds to decide, he turned and took note of where the book store rested.

"You two go on ahead. I want to check this place out, if you'd like, meet me tomorrow for lunch. I'll have the barman send the details." Not giving a chance for either of the Malfoys to reply, Harry strode purposefully into the shop.

A cold wind suddenly whipped through the alley with enough strength to make both Malfoys stumble. Backing against a wall to brace against an even stronger blast, both heard a low cackle followed be a cold demonic voice. "The Sith Empire shall rise again."

As the door swung shut behind him, Harry felt a rich power that seemed to permeate the very air of the shop. Walking towards a polished oak counter, he rapped his knuckles on the surface before loudly clearing his throat.

"Be with you in a second." A cold voice that somehow seemed to carry a musical air about it, drifted in from what appeared to be a storeroom. As Harry casually looked around the shop, he felt the same tug from earlier, but now it seemed, patient. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, he felt a cruel grin slide onto his face when he noticed a sign.

For The Elite, We Offer Premium Requisition Service for All Shops in Both Diagon, and Knockturn.

Harry's attention was quickly drawn to the gentle tapping of high heels. Looking in the direction the voice had drifted from, he felt a small rush of warmth in his chest. A very beautiful young woman had emerged from the back room carrying a small book. As he ran his eyes up and down her body, that same heat returned all but removing the earlier pull, and replacing it with the urge to wrap his arms around the deliciously soft looking woman.

Her silky black hair was arranged in a wavy pile on her head and was held in place by two ivory chopsticks. Her electric blue eyes were seemingly alive with a playful fire that carried over into her delicate features. Time seemed to slow as he looked closer at her innocent face, pale lips pressed softly together in the barest shadow of a smirk, a jaw that was angled gently and complimented her small nose. Her elf-like features seemed to add a mysterious quality to her pale creamy skin as it almost shone in the dim light of the shop.

Harry suddenly felt another rush of desire course through him as the woman's glistening tongue slid out to moisten her soft pouty lips. Breaking free of her eyes, he forced himself to resume his threat assessment. Or at least, that was the excuse he gave himself.

Following her creamy neck, he noted her rather modest breasts covered in an elegant silver dress. Thin arms ended with small hands, each hand topped with five dainty fingers. Out of nowhere, the desire to tear the dress from her body threatened to break his resolve. Gripping the counter, he forced himself to regain control.

"I must admit, I'm impressed. Very few males can resist the draw of a Hecatian. For one your age to resist, is doubly impressive." Smiling slightly at him, the woman flicked her hand in Harry's direction and almost instantly he felt the desperate desire leave his body. Taking a moment to steady his breathing, he finally looked up and green eyes met blue.

"Given what just happened and what you called yourself, I would assume you are a lust demon." A cold smirk appeared on his face when he noted the effect his voice had on the creature. He remained cautious though, but that didn't stop the ego boost he got from the creature blushing slightly as his cold voice caressed her.

"Yes, my lord. One of the last true breeds to remain in this realm." Her voice had lost some of its coldness, and gained a large amount of need. Leaving the small book on the counter, she walked around slowly to stand in front of the shop's only other occupant.

Harry felt a strange pull towards the girl as she stopped only inches from him. But, it wasn't like before, it was like something was calling to him, and something within his blood seemed to sing out in response. Feeling a strong compulsion, he quickly met her eyes and noticed that the playful fire had seemingly been replaced by a blaze of hunger. Almost as if his thoughts had triggered it, the Hecatian leaned forward and gently brushed her delicate lips against his own. As she pulled back, Harry fought the urge to pull her even closer.

"I suggest, you stop your attempts to draw me in." His normally cold and cruel voice, was replaced with a soft growl, filled with hunger. His keen eyes quickly noticed the shiver that ran through the Hecatian in front of him.

"What made you think this is me? Strange as it seems you are the one responsible for our current situation. Not that I'm complaining, but, had I known another of the Blood would be stopping in today, I would have been more prepared." She slowly moved just the tiniest bit closer so that there was barely any distance between them. Fighting hard to maintain his self control, Harry clung to an analytical angle in an effort to reign himself in.

"What do you mean, another of the Blood?" Rather than answer, the girl wrapped her arms around his neck and gave a very sultry smile. She then leaned in closer until her soft lips brushed against his left ear. Her whispers sent tingles down his spine, making it even harder not to obey his instincts.

"I knew it the moment you were able to deny my draw. I could feel the call of your strength. You possess the blood of a demon, and even stranger still, you seem to have the touch of Lilith. It was thought that no creature would ever be deemed worthy of the mark, though it would seem that you have disproven that theory." She paused a moment before continuing.

"The mark itself, well, it's the reason you feel the need to dominate me, to claim me as yours. It is because of the touch of Lilith, that you long to make me submit, she appears to have chosen you as her successor. As strange as it seems, the heir to the throne of lust, is a male." Her last words carried a heavy note of longing that was accentuated by her nipping at the lobe of his ear.

As the hunger rose within his chest, Harry pulled the Hecatian to him. Wrapping his left arm around her back, he let his right hand wander down, over her perfect ass, and finally resting just above her left knee. He smirked while gently pulling her left leg around his waist and shifting so her back was pressed to the counter.

With visible effort, the beautiful creature pressed against him placed a hand on his chest before biting her lip. "My lord, as much as I would love for you to continue, there is one thing you must know. If you mate with me, it will cause your demon blood to fully awaken. During the time that it takes for the process to complete, you will be unconscious. Your mind will fall into its own subconscious as your body restructures itself to handle your demonic strength. Are you ready for that?"

In spite of the hunger clouding his mind, Harry heard a very clear voice echo throughout his mental halls.

"Take her... The gift will be needed before the year is up... Only with enough time can you master the it... If you forgo this chance... Your life is forfeit..." The cold feminine voice gave him no real choice. Acknowledge that either; he was going crazy, or, he would be in danger while at Hogwarts. Deciding to settle on the latter since crazy people didn't worry about being crazy, he allowed the hunger to return with its full strength.

Not even bothering to answer, he pulled the girl to him and slammed his mouth against hers. As her scalding hot mouth met his icy lips, a low moan came from the creature pressed against the counter of the ancient store. Feeling his need spike yet again, Harry gave her lips a sharp jab with his tongue, demanding entry.

As the Hecatian parted her lips, she let out a whimper of pleasure, feeling his tongue enter her mouth and seek out hers. However, the whimper soon turned to a moan of loss as Harry's mouth pulled away from hers.

Looking up, the lust demon felt a surge of warmth in her chest when she noted that his pupils had become slits, the whites of his eyes now black, streaks of red bleeding into the acid green of his irises.

With a growl of lust, Harry spun the girl around before wrapping his right arm tightly around her waist, then, using his left, he pushed her hair to the side and bit down on her neck.

"Master..." The single husky word was all that escaped her lips before a mewl of pleasure bubbled up from her throat. Pushing back against his body, she savored the coldness she could feel, even through their clothes. With a low growl, his left arm snaked around her midriff and pulled her tightly against his solid form.

"The disturbance I felt, it is centered around this youth. Yes, I can see it now, the chosen one, after five thousand years, the secrets of the ancients shall be reclaimed." A snarl of rage erupted from Harry's chest as he released his hold on the girl and spun to face a man who had seemingly materialized from thin air. With a calculated smile, the man vanished, but not before Harry's eyes caught a glimpse of his strange necklace... a large golden key.

"My lord?" The frightened voice of the Hecatian broke through the trance that he had fallen into.

"Yes, we will have to continue this another time. For now, it seems fate has other plans. First and foremost, I need your name, and then I need to complete my shopping." Without another word, he drifted towards the darkest corner of the store and let his still slitted pupils rake along the items on display.

"Eleena, my name is Eleena." A low purr was the only response as he moved towards the order box and scribbled out a long series of instructions before turning back to the shelves.

"Now then, where are you? You called me here, now reveal yourself!" Almost instantly, two sets of eyes locked onto a rather small box that had begun to emit a bright golden glow, and just when Harry was sure things couldn't get any stranger, another hiccup came along.

"Come closer, face my test, stand against the Lord of Chaos." The ancient sounding voice emanating from the box was like a thousand people, all speaking in tandem, and the fact that the glow had gotten brighter, did nothing to ease Hadrian's fears.

"Eleena, what do you know of that box?" Rather than answer immediately, the girl in question opened the book she'd been carrying earlier and flipped through a few pages.

"Hmm, according to this, that particular artifact isn't even a part of the Emporium's inventory. The only reference to it that exists is a note from my great-great-grandmother. Says simply: "dark artifact containing ancient, and dark, intelligence." After that, there's no mention of it anywhere. That's roughly four hundred years of sitting in this shop, and it's never been inventoried once. Even stranger, Grandmother Andanna's handwriting differs in that section, like she's possessed."

"Possessed? Hardly. My strength proved too much for her to handle, as a result, her mind began to degrade." The cold voice emanating from the box, did little to reassure either of the two, and a scream tore its way from Eleena's throat when the box split open, revealing a cube roughly six inches by six inches carved from a from of blue crystal.

"Now then, where was I? Oh yes, BOW BEFORE DARTH ANDROS! DARK LORD OF THE SITH AND MASTER OF CHAOS!" A strong blue aura began projecting from the cube, and continued to grow brighter until finally collapsing into the shape of a man wearing rather extravagant robes.

"What the hell are you?" Dropping into a fighting stance, Harry brought his hands up to reveal two small vortexes of dark energy. However, a low chuckle from the apparition proved that his attempt at intimidation had failed.

"A spirit, preserved in a holocron for ten thousand years. Now, shall we proceed with tearing each other to pieces? Because if you intend to do so, then riddle me this: how do you kill an immortal being?" A low snarl escaped Harry's throat as he straightened himself before smoothing the front of his shirt.

"So, you are the one who called to me?" A small smirk flashed on the shade's face before he nodded.

"Naturally, I apologize if my visions gave you any unpleasant feelings. But I felt it was the best way to pique your interest. You see Hadrian, for over ten thousand years, I have searched for an heir, for an apprentice with the strength to take my place. All who came before you were consumed by my shared visions, which resulted in their death, you are the first who has made it this far." Stepping closer to the raven haired youth, the shade gave a cold chuckle.

"So, now you find yourself at a crossroads, accept my offer, or continue on your way." The shade turned and moved to stare out of the shop's single window, giving his chosen a chance to weigh his options.

"What would I gain by accepting your offer?" A jovial laugh echoed throughout the room at the question, something which, while he would never admit it, unnerved Hadrian to the core.

"You remind me of my younger self, always eager to increase your own power, but never one to move recklessly. To answer your question though, you stand to gain more than you would ever obtain on your own." The shade gave a throaty chuckle at his own cryptic answer.

"Master, perhaps this thing speaks the truth, but what if it doesn't? Is it worth the risk?" Eleena, who had remained silent since the appearance of the shade, finally found her tongue.

"By the Force, it is like watching myself, you, female, remind me of my first true apprentice. She too was always the voice of calm and wise council, a perfect balance to the aggressiveness of my most loyal servant." Smiling coldly to himself, the shade leaned against the wall and waited for his answer.

"You claim to wish to aid me, if I accept your offer, what will happen?" Harry's eyes were narrowed and gleaming in the shadowy light of the shop, but it didn't appear to faze the shade.

"To be entirely honest, nothing for now. I would simply return to my hiding place, which you would take with you. I teach best when my student is asleep, so I shall come to you in your dreams to begin mentoring you." Cold green eyes watched the shade closely, before a small sigh escaped from pale lips.

"I accept your offer, now please, get lost. I have to attend to getting my wand, and a familiar, as well as shrinking the order trunk over there." Pointing towards the order terminal, Harry drew attention to the rather large red trunk that had appeared with bright blue lettering: ORDER OF MR. HADRIAN JAMES POTTER-P-B-G-S-L-D

With a cold laugh, the shade vanished, leaving behind the crystal cube which floated towards Harry. Quickly snatching the cube out of the air, the raven haired youth then moved to the order terminal and dropped it inside the newly appeared trunk.

"Master?" A slightly nervous Eleena moved to stand beside him, only to receive a small smile and swift kiss on the cheek.

"My dear Eleena, we shall have to continue this, at a later time. For now, I must be off." Turning back to the red trunk, Harry raised his gloved hand and watched as it vanished in a swirl of shadows.

"I'll be back to collect you soon, my dear." Turning on his heel, the raven haired youth departed the store and allowed the oak door to slam shut behind him.

"Now then, familiar first, then wands." Turning down the street, Harry spotted a rather run down store front that said simply Finean's Finest Familiars: If You Don't Find Yours, We'll Find It For You.

"Perfect." Walking into the shop, Harry paused to pull his hair back into a loose ponytail, before walking towards a row of cages. As he neared, his lips twisted into a small smile as he noticed the many different types of animals on display.

"Cats, birds, toads..." The distaste in his voice was quite obvious as he continued to examine each of the creatures. With a small frown, he had resigned himself to a lovely raven when he heard a soft and elegant voice coming from the other side of the shop.

'Foolish humans, nobody ever wants a noble creature such as I.' Turning to the source of the voice, Harry walked towards a small section labeled Exotics. Almost instantly a black snake caught his eye. With a small amount of curiosity, he looked at the tag on the tank and felt a grin spread across his lips. SHADOW COBRA: EXTREMELY RARE, EXTREMELY VENOMOUS, AND CAPABLE OF UNIQUE MAGIC.

'Always gawking, but nobody ever shows any interest.' As the snake spoke, Harry heard hisses of agreement from the other cages before he stepped closer and hissed back.

'Something got you down?' The snake seemed to freeze with shock as it took in the realization that a human was able to speak her language. Others weren't so subtle, as Harry watched, several shelters in other cages were flipped over as their occupants shot out to get a look at the newcomer.

'A speaker! Oh by the scales of my ancestors! A real life speaker!' Smiling slightly to himself, Harry noted the label on the tank of the newcomer. ASHWINDER: DIFFICULT TO OBTAIN UNLESS HATCHED FROM EGG, MILDLY VENOMOUS, CAPABLE OF FLAME MANIPULATION.

'So, an ashwinder, and a shadow cobra, nobody else around?' Almost instantly, Harry's eyes were drawn to a large black snake that had electric blue eyes. 'A black mamba?' The snake in question shook its head before speaking in a sugary voice that carried with it an air of pride.

'No, but those fools don't know that. I'm a soul viper. You'd do well to get the five of us out of here speaker, we'd be honored, to have you as our master.' Looking, Harry found himself noticing that there were indeed five serpents watching him.

'Hmm, so a soul viper, two shadow cobras, and two ashwinders. I'll have to choose one of you as a "known" familiar, and the others will have to remain hidden.' Looking at each of the snakes' labels he nodded to himself before walking over to the counter and waiting for the cheerful man behind it to finish up.

"Here ya go little lady. Take good care of her now, she's one of the best I've ever sold." The black haired girl in front of Harry beamed up at the man as she took a cage containing a small black barn owl, and a box of owl treats before she turned and nearly walked into him.

"Oh! Excuse me." With a small smile, Harry allowed the girl to move past him before he himself moved up to the counter.

"Good afternoon, young sir! Alfred Finean, at your service! What can I get for you today?" The jovial man's attitude caused a small smile to worm its way onto Harry's face.

"A pleasure Mr. Finean, Hadrian Slytherin." Reaching out his gloved hand, Harry smiled at the man's gobsmacked reaction.

"A true honor Lord Slytherin! A true honor! So, what can old Alfred do for you today?" Rather than speak again, Harry motioned for the man to follow him to the snake cages, which upon further observation, he noticed were only five in number.

"I'd like to purchase these five snakes. 25,000 galleons for the lot." The man's eyes widened before he managed to find his voice.

"My lord, your generosity knows no bounds. However, I can't accept that, for all five, the price would come to 17,500 and no more." A small venomous smirk stretched across Harry's lips as he shrugged.

"My offer is non-negotiable. Consider the excess an advanced payment." Waving his hand, Harry watched as the cages quickly morphed together into a single large tank. With a small grin, he flipped the top off and stuck his hands halfway in. Almost instantly, the serpents within wrapped around his wrists before shooting inside his jacket sleeves and nestling themselves in the various pockets they found.

'Quite nice. Much better than those plastic dens.' Rolling his eyes, Harry turned to see Alfred had paled to the color of a ghost.

"I, oh, of course Lord Slytherin. Yes, your generosity is appreciated. I, uh, is there anything else you need?" Rather than answer, Harry produced a money bag, watched as it displayed 2,500 G, and handed it over to the man before exiting the store with an air of smugness.