Delfim: People of the internet, good morning!
Lust: What if it is night for them?
Delfim: Good night!
Lust: What if it isn't night?
Delfim: Oh fuck this. Good whatever bloody time is in there, because I am not about to just list every possible answer. There satisfied?
Lust: Meh, okay. So twins going shopping! Will they meet?
Delfim: Will they recognize each other?
Lust: If so, how will they interact?
Delfim: If not, how did they not notice each other and how does each do their little shopping.
Lust: The answer to these questions...
Delfim: And more...
Delfim and Lust: ON THIS CHAPTER!
Chapter 2 Of Many Reunions
Lily patted her clothes to clean from the floo travel. She hated magic transportation, it just wasn't bloody easy to use. She had been using the floo for years and she still fell on her ass! Just how bad is that? It didn't help that Bryan was laughing in the background, even though he was just as dirty as she was.
"If you are done snorting like an old hyena, then maybe we could go fetch your things." Scolded Lily.
"What's a Hyena?" asked Bryan dumbly.
Lily stared at Bryan and muttered under her breath before saying "Have you been readying those books I got you?"
"Readying is boring. Plus the images don't move."
"Well of course they don't they are muggle books! They teach you basic knowledge that you should know should you ever need to go to the muggle world!"
"Why should I ever? I am the Boy-Who-Lived! Why should I ever need to go to the muggles? Father always said..."
"Oh to hell with your father!" yelled Lily. Bryan looked scared at her and Lily remembered that this was her child she was screaming at, so getting her act back together by breathing deeply a couple of times, Lily said "Come on, let's just do this shopping."
As the pair moved out of the shop and down to the road, people let the two pass, some out of shock from her outburst, some from remembering the fiery Lily from their days of school. If those two had stayed just a bit longer, they would have seen 3 figures entering the place, muggleborn style.
The boy in the front was Harry, now dressed in his garb when trying to pass unnoticed, which was a blue shirt, cream pants with brown shoes and a dark brown jacket that went down to his knees. He thought that while cool, his normal attire might have drawn too much attention, what with the horned shoulder plates and the traditional Japanese hakama pants, this was much more discreet. But he could never pass discreet with who he was with.
On his right side stood a Goddess. The kind you only see in your dreams. Elektra had used an illusion above her, to give her a most white and creamy skin that made man look at her and feel their mouths water... or maybe it was her cleavage, hardly concealed by her dark classic dress that hugged her curves perfectly, leaving little to imagination. Her silky hair reflected the sunlight, making it shine to all that watched while her now turned but still enticing black eyes made men fall at her feet.
The red head beside her attracted quite the attention as well. While slightly more tanned than her mother, Merydia still looked human enough. Dressed in her tight jeans and her Black t-shirt with four burning skulls in a loop, she passed off as a rebellious teenager, not the hybrid she was. The only indication she could not be human would be her eyes, which were hidden by black glasses.
"So, my dear children, what do you think of this magic community?" asked Elektra.
Harry looked around with an appraising eye. "Every magical community has its charm, and this one is no different. The antique yet elegant touch of the early years when Britain was the number 1 magic community is a grave yet somewhat welcome shock when you come from muggle London where everyone seems so intent in polluting the air." He then frowned as he looked around. "But why do I only see humans? Even in the most traditional regions, like Japan, they still hold a good variety of magical creatures!" He then looked at a jail where a large cat was hissing at him. "Why is it that the only magical creature I see is a bloody kneazel?"
"Patience, my darling." Said Elektra. "I should have told you, but the 'elegant touch of the early years', as you put it, is not a touch..."
Harry took a few moments to realize what this meant. "They haven't evolved at all? Since then?"
"I'm afraid that the only evolution they have done is backwards, my dear." Said Elektra. "They consider their nation as the birth of all magic and have remained in their ways since then. It is not so different from the muggle Africa communities where life was said to be born."
"NO! This is totally different. In Africa their system works! Implementing the new society actually made it worse for them! Let's not forget that while traditional and very set on their ways, they are very welcoming people. And we are talking about magic here! There is no reason for someone to remain in this level of development for so long! You brought Africa up? Alright, there is at least 15 creatures with equal rights to humans there, 5 are dark creatures! And here? Gosh when you told me that half of Europe was not going to be a pretty ride you weren't kidding, now I find this place pitiful."
"Then why go to this school?" asked Merydia. "As I see it, it is a waste of time and potential. Our Quentol should be working in order to become stronger."
"HA! But my dear Merydia, don't you see? There are many things wrong with your statement." Said Elektra. "One, it is not a waste, as he will be infiltrating an enemy, one of the most backwards community of all time. Two, waste of potential? Harry will be recruiting potential dark wizards for our cause! I say he has potential to make it work. Finally, you seem to think that while he is away he won't be working on getting stronger. He will just have to work around his limitations."
"I still don't like it." Grumbled Merydia. "I mean, school takes an awful amount of time from a person..."
"Oh my, so that is the problem. Hehe! Don't worry, I am sure he will still dedicate enough time to your needs my dear."
"MOM THAT IS NOT THE PROBLEM AT ALL!" yelled Merydia before realising that she had yelled out loud. Nearby, an old lady shook her head and muttered about "Kids this days." While the rest just walked and gave the group odd looks. Harry was close to laughing while Elektra giggled at her behaviour.
"My my, you act so cute when you are mad. You really are your father's daughter my dear." Said Elektra while smiling widely.
Merydia just buried her face in her hands. "Can we just... go?"
"After you, madams." Said Harry in his most chivalrous tone as he extended his arm to them.
"Why thank you, young sir." Said Elektra as she took his right arm in hers while Merydia took the left one. The odd group went down Diagon Hall, smiling laughing quietly to themselves as they teased each other.
Lily had taken her son to Gringots, to get money for the things. She hated dealing with goblins. No matter how well she treated them, they always treated her like dirt. She understood that there had been numerous wars between wizards and goblins, but she still found it ridiculous that they held a grudge to every wizard even today.
She walked up to one and rang a bell in his desk, which made the goblin look up for a brief second before going back to his papers. She thought that maybe he was just finishing something, but he didn't seem to be in a rush nor finishing whatever he was doing. "Excuse me..." she asked softly.
The goblin kept ignoring her. She saw that things weren't going well but didn't let go. "Excuse me, sir?"
At his blatant disregard, Bryan took things onto his hands and yelled "HEY, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING YOU DUMB CREATURE!"
"BRYAN!" yelled Lily.
"QUIET!" yelled the goblin. "Now if you were half as intelligent as you think you are, you loud and irritating pests, you would see the sign that says, and I quote, 'We only open today at 10 o'clock'. Since it is 9:30, I suggest you wait."
"But you don't seem busy, couldn't we..."
"The reason why we are opening late is because my sister, cousin to the director, and Curse Breaker died yesterday at night due to an unexpected side effect of a curse. I am writing the papers pertaining her funeral, which I can tell you is a process I would rather not do after just seeing her cold dead body now can I or can't I have this moments of peace?"
Lily shut down and nodded. "Of course. We will... wait over there." And she guided her son to the waiting room. She sat down for a bit, Bryan huffing in irritation, before she saw a strange trio enter the bank.
Harry looked around surprised as he saw the workers of Gringots. "Goblins? For a society that is so backwards, they actually trust such a dark creature?"
"They must, after all there are goblins everywhere in this place." Said Merydia, looking around just as astonished.
Seeing the confusion, Elektra decided to explain. "After so many wars between wizards and goblins with no success on both parts, they signed a truce in which the goblins were given some rights, but not the right to have a wand or learn wizard's magic. In return they had to guard their money, working as bankers of magical Britain."
"Wait, so they have been at war... and now they trust them with their money? The goblins can just seize their cash and they will have an instant win!" said Harry. "And who the heck has problems fighting against goblins of all people?"
"Well... I told you Britain hasn't evolved at all." Said Elektra.
"Why don't the goblins join you though, mother." Asked Harry. "I mean, they are dark, and you have saved their asses enough times."
"They believe in their independency, who am I to deny them?" asked Elektra. "Now come on, let's go get some money to..."
"Can't." Said Merydia. "See the sign? We have to wait."
"Oh?" asked a surprised Elektra. "I didn't know they started so late."
"Well, nothing to it." Said Harry as he turned towards the waiting chairs "Let's just wait with..."
It was then that he saw them. Harry knew who they were, after all, he had asked the Dark Mother so much about them that she eventually relented and told him that she would keep an eye on them. It's not like they didn't have eyes and ears in this ministry.
Lily Evans... and yes he knew about the divorce (Mother bless their spy on the archives, for she had done her job), was a beautiful woman. He could understand how his father had ended up liking her. She was elegant, and instead of dressing in robes which concealed her figure, she dressed in some of her muggle jeans and a whine red shirt. Her hair flowed around her face as her eyes shined with curiosity towards the group. There, the information was true, no ring on her finger.
"MOM, How long are we going to have to wait?" yelled the pudgy kid next to her.
Bryan. Harry didn't know how to feel about him. He had everything Harry should have had, their family, while Harry was tossed aside by them. Yet, now that he looked at his brother, he couldn't help but think that the abuse he suffered might have been worth it, just so he wouldn't end like that.
His cousin was not easy in the eyes at all. The guy was fat, that was for sure, and the way he yelled at his own mother told him just how much spoiled he was. Yet the look on Lily told him that she was truly ashamed of how he turned out. Harry couldn't blame her. The Dark Mother herself sometimes admitted that being a mother was the most difficult job: you have no kind of formation or training, just your gut feelings; you may try your best and still create what she calls little baby tyrants, who impose their will on their mother and those around them at their own will.
He was dressed in robes that hardly concealed his bulk, and even then seemed like they were stretching to fit him there. He remembered one person like that, Dudley. If he didn't know it, he would assume that Bryan and Dudley were twins.
"Bryan, would you just stop, it hasn't been 5 minutes yet!" said Lily.
"But there is nothing for me to do!" whined Bryan.
"Well, you could read the newspapers and magazines here." Said Lily pointing to a table in her front where the before mentioned items lay.
"Mom, readying is boring!" yelled Bryan. "And these are not even about Quiditch!"
There were many things you could say about Harry. That he was a very comprehensive boy, that he was very driven in his cause, that he took pleasure in his search for knowledge. But one thing you could not say is that he doesn't feel irritation. His twin was making him feel like puking just from seeing him act and Harry, for once, thanked the heavens for not being left with the Potters.
"Surprised?" whispered Elektra to his ear as she leaned so her front was moulded against his back, making him feel her breasts pressed against the back of his head as her head hovered above his. "You knew from our sources just what kind of child your brother has become."
"Tease." Accused Harry. "And you are mistaken. I knew from our sources just what kind of person Bryan Charles Potter became, not my brother. As far as I am concerned, Merydia is more of a sister than he has ever been."
"Oh my, the love between brother and sister, how kinky." Teased the Dark Mother. "You truly have to let me watch the next time, it should prove most entertaining."
"Mom." Whispered angrily Meridya. While being part Succubus, she was still very shy and her mother watching her having sex is a thought that left her mortified.
"I can do that. I will even add the chains." Said Harry with a shrug, ignoring the glare from Meridya. He turned towards Lily feeling nothing but pity towards the woman. "I think I will go talk to her."
"Planning on converting her, my dear?" asked the Dark Mother. "Then you could play the naughty child with her."
A perverse grin that only lasted a few seconds filtered through his face before he schooled it down. "We shall see." He then walked quietly towards Lily, who was reaching her breaking point with Bryan as he kept whining that he wanted to go home.
"Excuse me, madam." When Lily looked up, she saw green eyes shining with power locked on hers. The face of the person in her front radiated care and compassion as he took her hand in his. "Are you feeling alright? You seem so tired."
Lily felt a smile come to her face as she saw that the person in front of her was just a kid, roughly same age as her own son. "Don't worry, dear, I'm... just a bit."
"You should rest a bit more." Said Harry with a comforting smile. "Beauty like your own should not be marred by such an ugly thing as the whips of tiredness."
Lily felt her checks heat up a bit. Was she blushing? She hadn't been given this kind of attention since she was a teenager, and even then, it was just James in his joking manner and Snape, who she never saw as more than a friend. Yet this child... no, as she looked at him, she could see that he was more than a child. He irradiated this sense of maturity and peace, something that came mostly to those of age.
"HEY, LEAVE MY MOTHER ALONE!" yelled Bryan as he got up and tried to push him back. Key word tried, as the boy didn't even move an inch.
"Bryan!" admonished Lily.
"Of course sir, if the lady so desires I shall leave her alone." Replied Harry in a polite tone. "I meant no disrespect, I was merely worried that such a beautiful lady could seem so... what is the word? Withered. Yes, I think this is the best word."
Bryan grew purple in the face as he yelled "My mom is not withe... withe... whatever you said!"
"I see you do not recognize the word. In this case, it means your mother needs rest. That is all. It is nothing insulting or at least I didn't mean it that way." Said Harry before ignoring Bryan all together and saying "So, am I being a bother, miss..."
She took a few moments to realize that he was asking her name but before she could answer, Bryan yelled "As if you don't know who we are!"
Harry looked confused at both before realisation seemed to strike him. "HA! Are you some kind of royalty here? Madam I must apologize for my informal behaviour." Said Harry as he bowed towards her in a manner of a servant towards a queen: by bowing to her.
"Oh really, it is not necessary." Said Lily, completely embarrassed that he had actually bowed to her. "It's not like that, we aren't royalty at all. Please don't bow to us."
"If not for your royal status, than consider this bow to your beauty, my dear. For that is comparable to a goddess." Said Harry, slowly raising up. "But if not royalty, and here you must pardon me, for I am new to Britain, then how should I have recognized you? Have we met before?"
"You don't know who I am?" asked Bryan shocked. "I am the Boy-Who-Lived!"
"Bryan!" chastised Lily.
"Boy-Who-Lived? My dear sir, everyone is a boy who lived. What with the amount of kids that die at birth, anyone that lives is a boy who lived!"
"Are you that stupid? I am the one who defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" yelled Bryan.
"That is quite enough, Bryan!" yelled Lily.
"Forgive my curiosity, my lady." Said Harry as he bowed to her yet again. "It is just my curiosity. Being new to Britain and all. But who is He-With-So-Many-Hyphens?"
Bryan turned pale as Lily actually sniggered to her hand. She had forgotten just how fun it was to talk to someone that was just as curious about things as she was. "You dare mock him?"
"Well if you defeated him, then why should I fear a dead man? Though forgive my rudeness, but aren't you a bit young to have defeated someone?"
"Perhaps this is a talk for another time." Said Lily. "Since you don't recognize us, this is my son, Bryan Potter, and I am Lily Evans."
Harry put his best smile as he once again took her hand in his. "Enchanté, mademoiselle." He then kissed her knuckles. "Since you introduced myself, I shall do the same. My name is…"
"Ms Evans, if you wish to be attended, you best come here now or I shall have to let another first!" complained the goblin loudly.
Harry stopped, mid speech before saying "Perhaps it's not meant to be yet." Said Harry with a smile. "You have your own agenda to attend."
"But..."
"Don't worry, my lady, for I have the distinct impression we will meet again." Said harry with a smile. "Now if you excuse me, I must go back to my family. Aur Revoir."
And with that, Harry left the perplexed Lily and the fuming Bryan. Bryan just scoffed. "What an idiot."
"Bryan Charles Potter, you will not be disrespectful towards that polite young man!" scolded Lily.
"But mom..."
"NO BUTS! Now we are going to get some money and get your things, but when we get home, you and I will spend some much needed time dedicated to your manners."
"MOM!"
Harry went to Elektra just as behind him Bryan whined. He truly found Lily fascinating, but he would have to speak with her when her idiotic child was not around. He knew Bryan was bad, but not this much.
"How was your talk with her?" asked Elektra.
"... not as engaging as I would have wanted. Her stupid son kept getting in the way." Said Harry. "Nonetheless, it still shed some light to some questions I had. She truly is suffering."
"What do you mean?" asked Merydia.
"She has the signs of someone that has lack of sleep but doesn't have the common irritation that comes with those that lack such. It leads me to believe that it is not work related, but personal problems. Problems she doesn't want others to know, hence why she didn't just lashed out to me when I showed concern." alleged Harry.
"What problems?" asked Merydia.
"I don't know, but I can make a few guesses. First of all, her child is as sensible as an elephant in a porcelain shop. Sooner or later, he does that one thing that everyone face-palms about and embarrasses his parents. Second, she is divorced, which considering she is muggleborn on a society ruled by purebloods gives her the image of a gold digger. These are the facts that, I think, trouble her."
"And not, perhaps, your loss?" asked Elektra.
Harry heaved a sigh. "I hope not. For if she still is suffering because of me, then I fear that she will suffer forever."
"Miss Elektra!" yelled a goblin.
"It is our turn." Said Elektra as the trio advanced towards their place.
Lily advanced to the front of the same goblin that had told her off just a few minutes ago. "What do you want?"
"Ah yes, we wanted to get some money for school shopping. The Key is here." Said Lily as she presented the key.
The goblin made an examination of it before yelling "Griphook! Take Mister Potter and Miss Evans to Vault 323, the Potter Main Vault."
A goblin appeared from the side and bowed before saying "Follow me sir, madam." And both followed him.
Similar to it, Elektra advanced towards the goblins. The goblin recognized her and his lips formed a thin line as he frowned. "And what does the Dark Mother want with the goblin kind? This is not another speech of us dark creatures have to be together is it?"
"Only those that are willing. If you are not, I shall not bother you." Said Elektra, much more formal than she ever was with the other dark creatures. "I just want to make a withdrawal."
Harry had the strange feeling that they were being watched and turned towards one of the columns. There was a female goblin watching from behind it, a hopeful expression in her face, which soon disappeared when she realized she was being watched. Her face was filled with fear as she hid behind the pillar again.
This female goblin was much different than the other goblins, simply because they were actually not the same tribe of goblins. The normal goblins of Gringots were of the Rasharka, and were a greedy folk that despised their considerably good luck, thinking that it could be better. Most thought they were crazy, considering that while their situation wasn't the best, it was better than most other species. This female goblin was an Amirikas, which were the tribe of invention and innovation.
Rasharkas were ugly looking goblins with bodies looking like old prunes turned midgets. The Amirikas looked more like mini humans, more like dwarves except they weren't as fat, nor as bearded, keeping a more child-like appearance and personality. Sadly, the Rasharka were more numerous, and ruled the other goblins, forcing them into their life-style.
Harry pretended he didn't care, but the behaviour of that one goblin was intriguing to him.
"Very well, it seems to be in order. VALERA!"
A rather loud 'yip' came from the hiding one. "YESSIRRIGHTHERESIR!" yelled the goblin girl as she rushed from behind the column and bowed before the teller.
"Stupid Amirika! Were you spying on a client?" yelled the goblin.
"NO!" she yelled before she covered her mouth in fear and said more respectfully "I mean no sir."
"You will regret this behaviour. I would think that you would have more than enough reasons to behave, Amirika! Take the Darkrays to vault 5, and make sure you behave."
"Yes sir." She said before turning and nervously said. "Hum... you may follow me, sir, madams."
"Oh what a sweet girl you are." Said Elektra with a smile. "Do be calm, my child, we will not harm you."
"She is not your child." Said the goblin in an angry manner. "She is just to take you to the vaults, nothing more."
"Whatever you say." Said Elektra dismissingly. She too had noticed the goblin before, and was most curious about her behaviour.
She dressed in a business suit of the goblins, something that looked awful since it wasn't even her size. She had blond hair that was fixed on the top giving her a more professional look than her face showed. She had little freckles on her face and her light green eyes looked nervously at them. Her big pointy ears, which went just a bit farther than her head, seemed as expressive as they trembled a bit She had a similar height to Harry when he was five... before transformation.
"So, Valera was it? Can you tell me just why you are so nervous? We ain't gona harm you." Said Harry trying to make it easier for her.
She didn't answer, moving ahead while looking around every once in a while. Once they were near the carts, she looked around and when she saw that they were alone, she said "I need your help Dark Mother."
Elektra raised an eyebrow. "What do you need?"
"I need to get out of here!" said the goblin. "Out of Gringots. I want to join the dark forces."
"So do it." Said Merydia.
"Are you insane?" asked Valera. "You saw how teller Brooks reacted! If they know that I want out, they will have me in."
"In what?" asked Harry.
"The catacombs. Dad went there after a transgression he made. Because of that, everyone here treats me like low-rate scum. I will never be allowed to marry an employed goblin, never get to raise higher than this and the minimum slip and I will be sent there."
Harry was listening to it, hand under his chin while nodding. "Just out of curiosity... what transgression did your dad do?"
She inhaled deeply. "You know the reason why the bank opened late? A goblin died due to the side effect of a curse. A curse my dad kept on his belongings to protect them. Normally, the one that died would be seen as a traitor, but she is the cousin of the director, so they blamed my father for her death."
"So he was incarcerated for protecting his belongings?" asked Harry. "What the curse was illegal or something."
"No, but the number he did was. He put 5 interconnected curses in each item."
The three Darkrays hissed at the number. It was never good to connect more than 3 curses per object, they tend to mend together and make a new curse all together, with unpredictable results towards the object and whoever tries to break the curses.
"Okay, we get that, but then why don't you just leave?"
"I can't." Said Valera. "There are rules, and they make those rules, the Rasharkas. The rules say that as long as I belong to a Rasharka, I can't leave."
"AH!" said Harry, now understanding. "So the only way would be to challenge this Rasharka and win you over."
"Yes. Please I will serve whoever you want, Dark Mother, just please get me out of here." She said as she hugged Elektra and cried.
Elektra's eyes softened and Harry knew what was coming. He nodded at her before he turned to Valera. "Just a hypothetical question. If you were to be taken by a son of the darkness, just what can you do?"
"I... I am familiar with muggle weapons and vehicles. I can construct and use any you wish. I can work metal, I know the entire British legal system and can talk 5 different languages: English, Globleydook, French, German and Russian!"
Harry nodded. "That may prove useful. I am in."
"My dear, rejoice, for the Quentol himself will fight for you." Said Elektra with a smile.
Valera was in shock. 3 things passing through her mind: one, she had been talking with THE Quentol. Two, he agreed to help her and will fight for her. Three, he was going to be her master... and he was a hunk!
While down below Lily and Bryan had just reached their vault. "Vault 323. Mister Potter, you may proceed." When Lily made to follow Bryan, the Goblin yelled "Not you, Miss Evans. This is a Potters only vault. If you enter without Potter blood or ring, you will die."
Lily nodded hesitantly and turned to Bryan. "Now listen, you get exactly 20 Galleons, 30 Sickles and 15 Knuts. No more no less, get it?"
"Yeah mom." Said Bryan while rolling his eyes at her. He would get that... and much more in his pockets. After all, there were things he wanted to buy for himself. And his mother couldn't stop him, she was on the outside of the vault.
As Lily waited, suddenly the cave was filled with the rumbling of drums. She saw that the goblin beside her looked troubled. "What is going on?"
"Someone challenged a goblin for his possession. This hasn't been done since the time of your so called founders, when you greedy wizards wanted to make use of our swords like they belonged to you."
"But why would anyone want a sword now?" asked Lily.
"I didn't say the challenge was about a sword, now did I?" said the goblin. "We goblins possess more than metal."
Harry stood confidently inside the ring, his opponent right in front of him, sneering at him. It was a gladiator like arena with his mother, Merydia and Valera watching from one side and many goblins watching from the other.
The director of Gringots, Surader, was watching it. Up in a gallery fit for a king, He looked like a child pretending to be king, what with all the jewellery, gold and expensive stuff around him, the image became stronger with the fact that he was as small as a kid.
"The challenge between Harry Darkray and Teller Brooks will begin." Yelled Surader, making the goblins roar. "Harry Darkray, what have you challenged Brooks for?"
"I challenge him for the possession of the Amirika that hepossesses, Valera." Yelled Harry, being met with many angry yells from the goblins.
"You would dare to try to enslave our own?" asked Surader incredulous.
"You do it yourselves, I decided that if you can enslave your own, then they are nothing more than slaves. And slaves can change of owner." Said Harry with a sneer.
Surader growled. "Unfortunately, it is allowed as she is Brooks' possession. But should Brooks win, what do you offer?"
Harry smiled as he opened his coat and took a parcel of silvery metal that shined with barely kept power in his hand. Everyone gasped and Surader asked, pale. "Is that Mythril?"
"Denied to you by the Dwarves for so long. I can get you tons of this. I bet 5 tons."
Brooks sneered. "8 tons at least."
"Ah no, I can't give more than 6 tons for the goblin." Said Harry.
"7 and half!"
"6 and half, last offer!"
"DEAL!"
"Then it is decided." Said Surader. "It seems we will be getting our hands in Mythril!"
Everyone roared at this. Valera looked worried. Elektra smiled and put her hand over the goblins shoulders and brought her closer. "Don't worry dear. Brooks doesn't look like a warrior."
"He is not... but he always has a champion takes his place in battles." Said Valera.
"That is allowed?" asked Merydia surprised. "To ask substitute for the battle?"
"Yes, and Brooks' is a specialist in both curses and close range battle." Said Valera.
"Yes but can he face the unknown?" asked Elektra mysteriously. "Your goblin bosses are about to have a surprise."
In the pit, Teller Brooks smiled. "Permission to ask for a substitute!"
"GRANTED!" yelled Surander and just about every goblin except Valera who just started to tremble.
Teller Brooks left the stage and the iron gates leading to the outside slowly opened. In came a Baruka, a warrior goblin. Thinner than the other goblins, yet with a tougher skin, Barukas were known for being quick and deadly. He was wearing an armour that looked like it was made out of scrap metal, crude blackened one. A helmet that looked like a square cut in the front to allow the goblin to see from the inside, an armour plate that only covered his chest, and an knee pads. On his hand, a crude staff that had the teeth of some mysterious creature engraved all over it and at the head the symbol of his tribe: a bloody hand print.
Harry smiled. "Permission to get my battle attire."
The goblins muttered among themselves. Surader grunted, annoyed. "I have to allow it, but it must be checked by our curse breakers before entering."
Harry nodded as he turned to Elektra. She nodded and disappeared into the darkness while he left the field, followed by two goblins to make sure that he wouldn't run away.
Elektra reappeared with Harry's normal attire and after it passed the inspection, harry put it on and entered the field. Surader yelled "This is a battle till fall down, so unless someone gives up, loses their senses or dies, the battle will go on. Harry Darkray versus Warrior Reynour. FIGHT!"
Brooks lost no time in shooting a green curse to Harry, who sidestepped as he brought his dark blade out. When the next curse came, Harry cut it in half, surprising many goblins.
"How the bloody hell did he do that?" asked Valera.
"That blade of his is an extension of his power. It his is power given solid form. And his first focus." Explained Elektra.
"Master has perfected the way of the sword, being his favourite Focus. If the goblin is looking for a fight, he got the best opponent." Commented Merydia.
Back in the arena, Harry evaded and cut every curse that sailed his direction. Not one hit him, yet he did not press forward. He had token a bad habit from his teacher at using the sword, and that was to play with his enemy for a while, toy with him just enough to make it entertaining.
"You know the thing about goblin curses? They are just so slow, but so slow, that even wizards could do better. And that is saying something." Mocked Harry.
"You don't know what you speak off, human. Our magic is far superior." Said Brooks.
"Is it? All I see is green wisps of smoke that could hardly hit an elder even if he had both legs broken. I don't see what is so superior about that."
Brooks didn't take kindly to that as he rained spells of all colours and sizes, from flashes to whips of flames, everything and anything was thrown while Harry created his strongest barrier and held on.
"Harry has the advantage now." Said Merydia.
"Why?" asked a surprised Valera. "He is trapped beneath a rain of spells! Sooner or later he will get hit by one!"
"You obviously underestimate your new master, Valera." Said Elektra. "While he still is young, what he misses in knowledge and experience he compensates by a tricky mind and a very powerful core. He knew that as long as the goblin was calm there was the chance of him being hit by a spell. This way, all he has to do is wait for the goblin to deplete his magic core."
"Which considering that even if Harry was a normal human, he still would have more magic power than the goblin, you see that it will happen sooner or later."
"Harry has this in the bag, but knowing him, he will destroy his opponent." Said Merydia. "That is his style."
Harry kept holding on the spell while watching the rain hit it. He whistled at some. "A wrecking curse, I haven't seen one of those since OH MY, was that a killer offspring curse? Are you trying to make me infertile? Oh wow, you aren't pulling any punches here, that was an inner implosion curse."
Brooks was getting slower and slower, more and more tired from sending spell after spell. He was also getting irritated at this human. He had heard tales of their arrogance but this was beyond the tales. Even as he sent his darkest spells, some that humans could only ever hope to get, he just laughed at them without a care.
"If you think you can do better, human, then how about you prove it?" asked the goblin stopping his spells and getting himself ready.
"Oh uh." Said Merydia.
"What?" asked Valera.
"Harry was waiting for this. Watch."
"Are you sure?" asked Harry with a smirk. "I don't think you could even handle one of my battle spells."
"HA, that is rich. The day that a human spell actually takes me down, is the day that I'll..."
"Leave everything you have to Valera?" tried Harry.
Not knowing the trap he was getting into, he shrugged. "I don't see why not."
"Then as you all heard, I will attempt to win with only one spell." Said Harry as he brought down his shield and held his sword high. "You better hear this, for you are about to hear the most beautiful sound."
"Oh yeah, what's that?"
Harry then brought his hand down, creating a silent wave of pure darkness that cut in the middle of the goblin and kept going. Even as everyone screamed, no sound was heard, as if the attack had sucked all noise into it. All light gone, just that one big wave of darkness that stopped when it was near de audience, then started to slowly disappear. When it was gone, the goblin fell in two halves. Harry sheathed his blade while whispering "Silent Death."
Sound seemed to return to everyone as they yells started to rain from the goblins. They had never seen anything like that, and were freaked out.
"SILENCE!" yelled Surader. Once everyone was silent, he coughed and said "As per Mister Darkray's win, Valera the goblin is now his property."
"And?" asked Harry with a wicked smile.
The king sighed. "And everything Warrior Reynour possessed... now belongs to her."
"Thank you. I will come back to retrieve her things... all of them... in 2 days. For now, I must leave. Got to buy some things for Hogwarts after all."
Lily and Bryan had just left Ollivander's with Bryan's new wand. It had really disturbed her that Bryan's wand was the brother wand to Voldemort's, and the eerie look on Ollivander told her enough to know that he not only was expecting it, but was positively joyful about it.
They had finished all their shopping. Bryan now had a big trunk which contained books, which he whined about since, for him, they were so many, parchment, his kit for potion class, his robes which he insisted on getting the best of, with money he took WITHOUT HER KNOWLEDGE, he was going to pay for that the little git, and on top of it a cage with a snow white owl, looking annoyed at being there.
It was then she saw him again. That one young man, with the two strange women and now a... goblin? She didn't look like any goblin she had ever seen before. The only wrinkles she could find where in her horrible business clothes, unlike the tellers at Gringots who had wrinkles all over their bodies. That in itself made her different than all other goblins she had ever seen. Then again, the only goblins she had ever seen were the ones in Gringots.
They were talking out loud and she could hear the conversation, as could all the others.
"Now that you are with us, first thing is to find a few pair of clothes. Based on a few of your strengths, I can safely say what your uses are: creating stuff, so we should get something that protects you while you are inventing new weapons; keeping the blades, weapons and vehicles that we might have in shape and be a political and social advisor. Knowing the system like you say you do will prove most invaluable." Said Harry, back on his old garb, his sword, however, was hidden by the coat. He fought it was for the best to bring it.
"Any parameters of what I must create?" asked Valera.
"Well, if I put parameters, than I would be limiting your creativity, and limits kill creativity, so no, create at your will just as long as you show us what you create and you keep it at its best condition."
"REALLY?"
"Yes really!" said Harry just as enthusiastically. "At least, I think so. Can she mom?"
"I don't see why not? She is yours."
"I just hope she doesn't blow up stuff while inventing." Grumbled Merydia.
"Come now, Merydia, don't be like that. So I need to get you some workable clothes and a pair of business clothes that fit you better than that awful goblin tailored suit you're wearing. All right let's go!" said Harry until he turned and saw Lily. "Lady Evans! What a wonderful coincidence. I thought by now you had left!" he then walked towards her with a dazzling smile. "But look at me, talking like I want an enchanting woman like yourself away, I should be ashamed. I am really glad I could meet you yet again."
Lily giggled at his behaviour. If her other encounter served as a norm, she knew that he would flirt with her like this every time he saw her. "Oh, it's you again." Muttered Bryan darkly.
"And it is you again as well, Mister Potter." Answered Harry jovially. "I would like to say it is nice to see you again as well, but you didn't exactly leave a good first impression I'm afraid."
Bryan turned purple at this while Lily just laughed and turned to Elektra, who had come to join the group. "You have created such a wonderful child!"
"Indeed. I am very proud of him. Though he tends to flirt a bit with those he considers worthy of it."
"Flirting is the first step of admiration that every single female deserves to take pleasure from." Said Harry.
"Are you going to do your shopping perhaps?" asked Lily.
"Yes, we were thinking of going for wands first." Said Elektra with a smile.
"Oh really? We just left Ollivander, he is free now." Said Lily.
"Ah!" muttered Harry simply. "I'm afraid that Ollivander... just won't do."
This confused Lily greatly, for she didn't know of any more wand makers. Bryan decided to voice it however. "Why not? He is the best Wand Maker!"
"Wand Maker? Just that expression should tell you that no, he is not the best. You just don't 'make' a wand, you craft a wand. It is a very delicate and complex art that elevates itself above the level of simple 'Wand Making'. No, we are going to meet with a wand crafter."
Lily got curious about this. "Then where are you going for a wand crafter?"
"Oh I'm afraid you might disapprove." Said Harry. "You see, while not the best of places, the only one worthy of the name wand crafter lives in Knockturn Alley."
Lily paled while Bryan yelled "I knew it! You are some evil wanabe Death Eater aren't you?"
"Bryan!" yelled Lily shocked. "You can't just..."
"It's alright, my lady. I was expecting such a reaction." Answered Harry smoothly. "The truth is that while a master of his own art, Master Hephaestus, the crafter, has a preference for Knockturn Alley. Don't ask me why, I don't have a clue. And we will just be there for a wand and then we will be away."
Lily was a bit troubled: on one hand, she loved the young boy's personality and found him delightful as both a company and as a person; on the other hand, his family was going to Knockturn Alley, and that never meant anything good. But then she remembered that Hagrid went to Knockturn Alley to get some repellent himself, so perhaps it was just like they said: just to get a wand.
"But look at me, rambling yet again when there is something so important I have yet to do!" said Harry with a very troubled face. At Lily's raised eyebrow, he replied with a smile "I haven't introduced myself properly! So unbecoming of me, to leave a lady waiting."
Lily laughed at that, finding him too adorable not to. "Then good sir, may I please have your name?"
"And hurry would you? We have better things to do!" warned Bryan.
"Bryan!" chastised Lily.
"Then I shall make haste. My lady, my name is..."
"LILY, BRYAN!"
Harry stopped in mid sentence as he looked towards where the yells were coming. James Potter walked down Diagon All with a strut in his feet, like a human peacock, dressed in his auror robes. Harry smiled and turned to Lily.
"I'm afraid, my lady, that once again fate has denied me the chance. I must make my leave now."
"But..."
"Again, I tell you not to worry, for I have a feeling we shall meet yet a third time. And at that time, my dear, I hope to be able to give you my name. Until then, farewell." And with that, Harry walked away with his family, the goblin chatting excitingly with him.
"Lily, finally I found you two."
"James, I thought I told you that I didn't want you here today!" whispered angrily Lily.
"But Dumbledore said that it was best I be with you two, in case someone tries to attack." Whispered back James.
"We haven't been attacked in ages, James!" answered Lily.
"That was because of the ward! Lily come on, just drop it and let's go shopping."
Lily just crossed her arms. "You can march out of here, James, for we are done with the shopping."
"You are?" asked a surprised James until he saw the annoyed look on Bryan and said, with a smile "Surely there is time to, oh I don't know; take a look at the Quidditch shop?
Bryan's face lit up as he grabbed his dad's hand and pulled him away. Lily just huffed. "Fine, if you guys are so into it, I'm going home. I have no interest on such a barbarian game."
Harry walked quietly through the Knockturn Alley, followed by his family. "This place screams of darkness, why does the ministry never dealt with it?" asked Merydia. "I thought they hated us."
"There is something stronger than hatred: greed. Greed can make the greatest enemies work together and the greatest friends fight each other. There is no other force with this kind of power." Said Elektra. "The ministry is given quite the fee to leave this place alone, so they turn a blind eye to whatever happens here."
Harry turned quickly and grabbed the hand of a hag who was going to grab him and with his sword cut off her throat. "You can kill people here, no one cares. That is why most people avoid this place." Said Harry. "Now let's go before I have to kill more hags."
They walked quietly after that, though Valera looked nervous. She jumped in fright when a hand grabbed her shoulder tightly. She turned to see a man with a lecherous face.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" asked the man.
Before his slit was cut open by Harry, spraying blood on the ground in front of him as he said "A dead man." The body fell down with a loud thud. Harry turned to Valera and ran his hand on her face. "You okay?"
"Huh y-yeah. I'm fine." Said Valera uncertain.
"You are mine now, Valera, and I don't let others touch what's mine. No one will ever harm you, I promise." Said Harry.
Valera nodded at him, still looking at the ground. Harry smiled and grabbed her hand gently. "Come on, we are close to it. Just right on this corner and..."
And there it was. The shop looked run down and old, with some broken green tinted glass and a few marks on the wood that made the building. The sign was falling a bit on one side but you could still read, with some difficulty, "Hephaestus Wand Crafter and focus creator since 1253."
"Are my eyes deceiving me or is that 1253 over there?" asked Valera.
"No, it is really 1253. The man is old." Said Harry. "If you could call him a man."
"Harry dear, I think you and Merydia should deal with the wand, Valera and I will find some things for her to dress."
"You sure?" asked Harry.
"Yes. Here you go though, for the wand." Said Elektra as she gave her two vials filled with different substances and one empty vial. "I heard you want to surpass the elder wand."
"Elders were made to be surpassed by the younger generation. That is how life should be." Said Harry with a smile. "Thanks mom."
Elektra only smiled and kissed his forehead. "We will meet you at the book shop."
"Ok mom." Said Merydia. "Come master, we must go craft your wand."
"Eager, are you?" said Harry as Elektra and Valera left. "You know you are going to be part of it, right?"
"It is my honour to be of use." Said Merydia.
Harry just smiled as he kissed her on the lips. When they finally separated, he whispered. "You are always of use, my dear. Never let anyone tell you different."
Merydia smiled at her master as they entered the building. The interior was just as bad as the outside, the old wood filled with by scratches and marks while on the floor a couple of white rats tan towards them. Harry laughed at them. "Hello Mina, Frida, you little pests! How are you?"
The two mice started to change as they grew and their fur started to shorten. Now in his front where two little girls with wide smiles. Identical twins, this two girls had very dark skin with white hair, their eyes were completely black, sclera and all. They dressed wine red full body clothes and their teeth where as white as the people on commercials of muggle television. They were slightly taller than Harry but still held a childish gleam in their faces. "Hello Mister Harry." Started Mina, the right one.
"It is a pleasure to see you again, Mister Harry." Continued Frida.
"Will you stay for tea?" continued Mina
"Or for a chat?" persisted Frida.
"Well into the night?" finished both.
Harry just laughed. Mina and Frida where the children of Hephaestus, and where a delight to be around. They always spoke in turns, and it was almost impossible to tell which was which. Harry wondered if he would ever meet someone like them. Merydia was on guard. She was not so fond of the little mice girls.
"Mina." He said to the right one. "Frida." He said to the left one. "I see that you are doing fine."
"MOH! How do you always find which is which?" asked Mina with a scold!
"Only the Dark Mother and daddy can." Continued Frida.
"So How can you?" finished both.
"It is simple!" said Harry with a smile. "Mina, you tend to lean your head to the left every time you speak, just a little bit. Frida, you do the same, but you do to the right!"
Mina and Frida turned to each other and said "Is he serious?" Then they looked at each other and nodded. "It seems he is right. Foiled again!"
"Now, if we are done fooling around, I need to speak with Hephaestus." Said Harry.
"You need to speak with daddy?" asked Frida.
"What for? The Blade isn't working?" continued Mina.
"Is it broken?" said Firda as she came closer... too much closer.
"Needs polishing?" said Mina as she copied her sister.
Merydia didn't found it as funny as her master as she pushed them away. "Why don't you two go polish some other blade!" she threatened, her skin turning scaly for a brief second.
"GIRLS!" yelled Harry with a smile. "No no no, the blade is fine. Really I just used it on a goblin! I mean I need a wand."
"A WAND?" yelled a squeaky voice from the corridor. Harry looked to see a very big rat coming and stopping in front of them. This one was old, the fur showed some marks of burns and dried blood.
Harry bowed towards the rat. "Good evening, Master Hephaestus. Having another fight with the cats?"
"Lousy creatures they are. Always after me daughters they are, but old Hephaestus knows best. Old Hephaestus will keep those fools away from me daughters!" said the rat.
"If you ask me, the cats can take them." Mumbled Merydia.
"Now you spoke of wand! You need wand?" said Hephaestus, not having heard Merydia's mumbles.
"Yes, I need one. I think Hogwarts won't take kindly to me going around with my sword in hand now will they?" asked Harry with a smile.
"HOGWARTS?" spat the rat. "Bad, bad place, arrogance and lies, deceiving lies. Bad, bad place."
"I have no choice. I must strike my enemy in the heart, and for that, I need to go to Hogwarts." Argued Harry.
"Oh, are there any pretty boys there?" asked Frida.
"The ones we can kidnap?" asked Mina.
"Keep for ourselves?"
"And never give back?" finished both.
"NO NO NO NO! Me daughters not loving no pest from Hogwarts!" yelled Hephaestus. "Me daughters will be here, safe with old Hephaestus."
"I assure, Hephaestus, that I wouldn't allow any scum near your precious daughters." Said Harry with a smile, one that made Merydia roll her eyes. "And to your questions ladies: maybe, maybe, maybe and I really don't know. I will see what I can find."
Both girls giggled while the rat grumbled as he started to grow. Now stood a man shorter than both girls, but very large at the same time. He was covered in white and dirty hair, so much you could only see his completely black eyes and bigger than normal nose, which looked like someone had put 3 potatoes together to form it. His wriggly hand resurfaced from within the fur and made a gesture for Harry to follow. As they walked the halls of the almost broken home, he started to speak: "This be like last time yes? You be having the ingredients, yes?"
"All but the wood, though I am sure you have the one I want." Said Harry with a smile.
"Me be guessing you want elfrandir?" asked Hephaestus. "You be fond of such wood."
Hephaestus had all kind of wood, even some that was considered long lost. In respect for the place from which he took said wood, he would always use the native's name for it, so if you started to use the name which most used for it, he would get mad.
"You don't share my fondness, Master Hephaestus?" asked Harry.
"Me find such wood temperamental like woman on period." At this both his daughters hit him in the head. "OW! OY, don't hurt Old Hephaestus head! Me not have much years of life!"
"And what, pray tell, is a good wood for you?" asked Harry.
"Me find gundlabur good wood. Elder wood, knows better than young one." Replied Hephaestus. "Does not hit Old Hephaestus either, not like ungrateful girls me knows."
That earned him another smack in the back of the head. "OW!"
"You really should stop antagonizing them, they can be quite the vicious girls." Said Harry with a smile.
"Bah, girl with no teeth be dead meat! I want me girls to have claws you see. Fate favours the... what be the word?"
"Bold?" tried Harry.
"No, the ready ones, that is the word."
"Isn't that two words?" mumbled Merydia.
They reached a room filled with cauldrons and smoke. Hephaestus than moved closer to a cauldron and started to add some water. "So what you bring for Old Hephaestus? How many cores?"
"3, Master Hephaestus." Said Harry.
"Tough it is, 3 cores be difficult, like getting lesbians in bed, difficult." Another loud smack echoed through the house. "OY! STOP HITTING ME HEAD!"
Harry grabbed his first vial. "This one contains the poison of a mighty creature worthy of it's power and noble status. I speak of a 200 year old Nundu."
"AH, Nundu's poison, most don't use it as core, dangerous it is, corrodes the wood they do. Yes elfrandir be good wood for this wand." Mumbled Hephaestus. "Next core?"
Harry took the empty vial and turned to Merydia. She sighed as she used one hand to move her armour just enough to start fingering herself.
Mina and Frida's eyes sparkled as they giggled at Merydia. "The love juice of a Succubus."
"And a Hybrid one."
"This will be interesting." Finished both.
Harry smiled as he walked behind her and forced the jar in her hand. Then he raised his softly and trailed the outside of her pussy, making her shiver. He spread her pussy lips, drawing a whine from her.
He gently raised himself so he was whispering in her ear. "Always so… sensitive." Merydia whined again. "My little dragon…"
Harry slowly inserted his first finger, making her gasp out loud. He started to pump in and out of her while the rest watched silently. "Look at them, they are watching you. They see how wet you are, how eager you are. Does your heart not soar with wounded pride?"
"HA, YAH! I… I!"
"I what? My little dragon?" asked Harry as his other hand gently took hold of her breast and started to play with it just as gently. "You didn't answer my question."
"HA! HA! Hugh! Noooo."
"No? Why isn't your pride shattering, my dear?" asked Harry as he grabbed her nipple in between his fingers.
"HAHA! B-because it's you."
"Really? Then you don't mind being watched because I am playing with you." Stated Harry with a smirk.
"I DON'T!" screamed Merydia. "I am your little dragon! AHAH! Cum, I need to cum!"
"You will cum when I say so." Said Harry more forcefully as he inserted another finger, making her yell more loudly. "I am not done with you yet."
"PLEASE, PLEASE I CAN'T TAKE IT AAAAAAAAH!" yelled Merydia as her hips started to thrust into his hand.
Harry gave an amused shortly. "I wanted to do this with Thyme… but you make this oh so deliciously perfect." He then curved his fingers inside her, the tips hovering over her G-spot. "So you want to?"
"YES, YES I WANT TO!"
"How much?" asked Harry, still speaking calmly.
"PLEASE, PLEASE I NEED TO…"
"Beg, Merydia." He ordered as he grabbed her breast just a bit more roughly.
"HA! I BEG OF YOU PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE LET ME CUUUUUUM!"
Harry was satisfied, so pressing down on her g-spot, he whispered softly "Cum."
And she did, loudly. She squirted into the jar, filling it with a bit of her fluids as she trembled and laid against Harry, who whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Harry grabbed the jar and presented it to Hephaestus.
"You're good." Said Frida.
"Very good." Said Mina.
"Mother taught you well." Finished both.
"Girls! Be quiet!" yelled Hephaestus, not even a bit flushed. It wasn't the first time that someone used freshly taken Succubus love juice on his shop. Or harvested it either. "And the third core?"
Harry's smile faltered a bit as he took the final jar. Everyone in the room gasped.
"The… the essence of a… DEMENTOR?" yelled Mina.
"That's Impossible, you would have to kill one to get the essence or else it would have been sucked by other dementors!" said Frida.
"It's not possible!" continued Mina.
"It can't be." Confirmed Frida.
"HOW?" finished both.
"I will have you all know that it isn't impossible, just not easy." Said Harry. "The answer was in Greece, for did you know that place is completely free of this creatures? You should consult with the forces of darkness, we finally found a way to defeat this vile monsters."
Hephaestus took the essence trembling. He then looked at Harry. "Me be having yours wand ready in no time… me be needing some droops of your blood for this."
Harry carefully walked into a cup with a stinger in one of the borders and pricked his finger there with a quiet hiss. Letting a few drops of blood before using his own magic to close up the wound. "If that is all, I will wait outside." Said Harry as he walked into the corridor with Merydia.
As soon as he did, the door behind him closed firmly as a rumble of sounds, excited yells and explosions were heard. A strange grinding like sound was heard as colours seeped beneath the door, creating colourful spirals.
Merydia was slowly recuperating from before as she decided to ask "Is it really so difficult to craft a wand?"
"Well it's one of the toughest jobs in the magical world. It requires crafting, harvesting skills because sometimes you have to harvest the ingredients yourself." At this Merydia blushed as she was just harvested. "Charms, you want it to work right after all and potion making skills."
"Wait Potion making?" asked Merydia confused. "I saw the cauldrons, but I thought it was for other focus and things."
"Did you? And you may be right, there are many focus that require the use of potions, but wand is still one of them. Did you know that while Ollivander uses solid cores, the liquid ones are the best?"
"Really?"
"Yes, for you see it is easy to impregnate a liquid with magic than a solid. The thing is that we can't go around waving liquid, can we? Hence the wood, metal or whatever else a focus uses as a cover."
"Then the wood means nothing in a focus?"
"Don't be absurd." Scolded Harry. "Of course they do, every person has a more preferred wood, or metal, or even paper, or jewel, or whatever. It is better to use the best things in your focus, since they react better with you."
"I see… so how does that relate to using potions in wand crafting?"
Harry was about to answer when he paused before the words came out. Then he frowned. "I drifted away, didn't I?" asked Harry. At Merydia's nod, he said "Well, as I was saying, liquid cores are better, and Hephaestus uses them. To do that, he must force the cores into a liquid state which isn't easy on its own. Add to that the difficulty of fusing liquid cores without a bad reaction and adding the blood in the mix which can always have some tricky effects, you can see how potion making is so important to wand crafting, and Hephaestus is a master of it. I would know… he taught me potions during the years."
Just as he finished, everything stopped. You could hear a pin drop for miles in there… A giant explosion rocked the entire place, sending both Merydia and Harry to the ground where they hit with their backs and making everything tremble. It stopped as soon as it started, leaving two groaning people.
"Ow." Said Merydia.
"Yeah ow. I forgot this tends to happen." Muttered Harry.
Hephaestus and his two daughters came out of the room, all completely black with smouldering hair and tears in their eyes do to the smoke that left with them. Hephaestus came towards Harry and presented the wand. "A master piece if I may say so myself."
The wand was beautiful. Pale golden wood, with leaves carved in it like it was an old elfish relic. Slim, it was 11 cm from tip to back, and it exuded an aura of darkness that made Harry smile with glee. "So everything went well."
"Yes, all cores connected perfectly with themselves and your blood." Said Mina with an exhausted smile.
"It was like it was meant to be." Replied Frida in the same state.
"A VANQUISHER OF LIGHT!" yelled both loudly.
"This… be best wand… Old Hephaestus ever craft." Said Hephaestus. "Elder wand beware, for the Dark Star is on the rise."
"I thought I would name the wand." Replied Harry as a joke.
"Me makes it, me names it." Muttered Hephaestus. "Now it is 5 galleons."
Harry frowned. "2, I brought the cores."
"4, Old Hephaestus put them together."
"3, I gave you a free show."
"3 galleons and 10 sickles. That is as low as I go."
"Done!" said Harry as he took the money out. "It was a pleasure to make business with you."
"Cheeky little brat." Muttered Hephaestus as he put the money away.
Harry smiled as he left the shop only to meet his mother carrying some bags and Valera carrying others. She now looked different. Gone were her business suit, for now she wore a black top that only covered her breasts with nothing to cover her shoulders, neck or belly, and some dark green baggy pants filled with pockets ready to be filled. She wore brown combat boots completing the look.
"Well well well. Valera, you look great."
"Thank you master." Replied Valera with a smile.
"But what is all this bags?" asked Harry.
"The rest of your shopping." Said Elektra. "Come on, we got to go home."
Harry frowned. "Already? Why?"
Elektra smiled. "I just got home, Chaos is home."
Valera would latter learn just why Harry's face turned into a scowl.
Author notes:
Delfim: Done! I know I am making big ass chapters, but hey, I love big chapters. You can just keep readying without having to go to next chapter.
Lust: Public sex again, that was so hot.
Delfim: The only thing you don't find hot is necrophilia!
Lust: Your point is?
Delfim: Forget it. So time for another Teachings of the Dark!
Teachings of the Dark.
"Hello everyone!" yelled Elektra as she appeared. "I have to thank two good students for the fact that they tried to answer the question I gave you. So thank you imnotraven16 and eternal nothingness for your answers. Why I might just give you both a private tutoring"
"Unfortunately, none of you were completely correct. Both bet on the third succubus, the fucker, while imnovatren16 also voted that it could have been the first one, the prankster. If you had explained, maybe I would have considered it correct."
"So the answer was: The prankster. She finds humans to be the most delicious creatures to tease, as their reactions are hilarious. Ever were at a class and in pop a boner right when the teacher is in front of you? And you try to hide it, but you are too obvious about it and you know where I am going with this, you can thank a Succubus for that."
"Eternal Nothingness, your idea had merit, if you had not forgotten that the fuckers can actually kill humans. If there is one thing that raises the alert in cities, is death, and fuckers would kill a lot to keep themselves satisfied. They exist more in hell, surrounded by hordes of lower class demons. If you are wondering why lower class, here is a bit of a secret about male demons: the more powerful they are… the smaller their privates are. Surprising, isn't it?
"And the second one is the one that spreads around, though they exist more within the dark forces. We never know with this ones."
She then took a black board that had images of Griphook, Valera and Reynour. "Today we will talk about goblins. Once some of the most numerous followers of the dark forces, this little guys are for us what dwarves are for humans: small, brave, stubborn but capable. Goblins started as a very diminutive race, being scavengers and necrophagous, this creatures gained a lot of power under my rule. It was under me that the different tribes were formed. The most known where the Barukas, the Amirikas, the Rasharkas and the Bernogus."
"Barukas, like Reynour, are a warrior tribe, made for fast attacks and swarm tactics with their small and thin bodies. This guys can crawl anywhere, even your ceiling is not safe from this buggers. That is their favourite tactic: crawl through the ceiling and fall on other guys. They are masters of battle and are the ones that learn more offensive magic, having the greatest amount of magic power. Goblins without Barukas are a people without an army. However, they have little to no skill in creating weapons and armour, meaning that they can be easily defeated unless they get their hands on some very good equipment."
"The Amirikas are funny little things. They are one of the few goblin kind that doesn't look like they had just crawled out of a sewer or ready to sell their mothers for cash. Amirikas have a mini-human look that is enhanced by their child like glee towards what is new to them. They are inventors and love to test and create stuff. They have a very good memory, capable of remembering things from since they were born until they die. Up until today, this kind of goblin is the only one that has never suffered Alzheimer. It is rather curious, no?"
"The Rasharkas are economical sharks. Traders of the past now turned into untrustworthy bankers, these guys can be a tough bone to chew when you want something of theirs, since their greed is big enough, to sell their own family into prostitution for cash. The world of the Rasharkas is filled with laws and loopholes, which are very difficult to keep up with. Physically, they look like someone squeezed a human into a tiny sized and then got rid of most of the fat. A wrinkly sack of bones."
"The Bernogus are a more diverse tribe. Think of the rejects. Any goblin that… simply has something that defines him different, whether it is from being only half goblin or for any other reason, Bernogus are the different ones. However, they tend to be a jack-of-all-trades where goblin matters rely."
"Their global distribution is bad though." She then pulled a map that had England and Scotland red and the rest green. "They practically exist only in the British Islands with very few exceptions. This started when they left the dark forces and decided that they wanted an independent kingdom."
"Why did they want to leave? I guess it was my fault, for I gave birth to a very proudful son, Garnag, the goblin king. He decided that he was too big to play in mommy's army, and drove all the others to the British Islands, in hopes of conquering that land and make it goblin land, resulting on the first Goblin War against Wizards. He ended up dying in the first war, as a good portion of the more powerful Barukas."
"After that, everything went downhill for them. They had more wars which resulted in many casualties, most in the Barukas and Amirikas who participated more in battle. The Rasharkas saw the opportunity and took it, by gaining control of the other goblin tribes and making a treaty with the humans in order to feed their own greed."
"And that is the story behind the goblins and their fall. Now I want you to do a little homework: I told you of Garnag's actions, so tell me, which Tribe you think he belonged to? I can tell you he belonged to one of the 4 Great Ones."
"That is it for today, make sure you answer the question sweeties. I will see you guys next class."
Peace Out.