"Speech"
'Thoughts'
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Possible future crossovers.
Several days past with Michael and Harry learning about each other. Both orphans taken in by relatives, although at different points in lifeand with different results. Michael had been found at age seven in an orphanage by his mother's brother. For four years Michael had lived in a large school like settin with too many kids and not enough help. When found he was engrossed in the fictions and entertainments that helped you escape the reality around you. With the sudden appearance of a magical uncle things quickly changed for him. He litterally got to live his fantasies.
One of the greatest adventures he'd ever had was in a dragon preserve where he pretended to be a dragonrider battling vast armies invading his territory. The dragon enjoyed being directed to attack the handlers better than the handlers did.
Of course hearing how his cousin in his second year defeated a basilisk and saved a damsel in distress was pretty cool too. The fact that his cousin wasn't as young as he'd assumed was mildly disturbing, but put aside as being late to grow. Still once the infirmiry and doctor arrived at the Lair he'd get checked out.
They had a great time exploring the large facilities being built and the various craftsmen at work. The scattered bowing was quickly stopped. Neither felt it was neccessary to be bowed to. These were masters at their crafts and shoudn't bow to children in such an informal setting. Seeing as how some of the defensive measures were borderline illegal in most countries, and illegal in the rest they didn't spend much time getting to know the workers. The only people they spent any consideralble time with were the leaders of the various teams.
But even with how interesting it all was Harry found it surprisingly easy to get his cousin to make a trip to Diagon Alley. To spend a few days in Britain before the train to Hogwarts wa to leave. As it turns out Michael had to pick some items up at the various stores. What these items were was anyone's guess. Michael had this strange tendency to have the most outlandish things created to fit his life wealthy lifestyle.
"Well, Harry, shall we head out then?" Leading Harry down a corridor he'd never had chance to travel before the entered a very large cavern with many wizards working on various projects.
"What are we doing here Michael? I thought we were going to Diagon and the Floo Room is the other way." Harry was curious where this was heading.
"I had something commissioned that you might be familiar with." Walking up to a blue police box Harry was extremely confused.
"I've seen those before, but what does it have to do with going back to England." Harry was definitely confused.
"Growing up television, books, books, and comics were some of the few good things in my life. A bit of happiness I could hide away in. Then I met Uncle David and he showed me that life could be like fiction. Adventure and excitement were mine from that point on. This is my tribute to all those stories I remember and still follow to an extent." Looking around fondly at all the stories made real he looked back to Harry. "This is from a British show so I thought it would be a fitting way to return there."
Opening the door to the box. He stepped in and Harry followed interested about what he might have missed out on in his youth.
"Welcome to the T.A.R.D.I.S Harry. This is my personal international transport system." He stated once the door was shut. They were standing in a massive room with a center stand made of various crystals. Hovering above the dais in the center of the was a large floating image of the earth.
"How does it work?" Harry asked in awe of the massive room hidden in the small box outside.
"Well...I look on the map." At this he walked up to the dais and the image. "Ask for a larger image of the nation I wish to visit." Speaking clearly to the image he aske for the United Kingdom. Suddenly the map showed the island nation in a larger size.
"Britain would likely give you the same image, and pointing at an area works as well."
This time he asked for London in the area already prepared. A distortion took place for a moment and then london was displayed in an overhead manner with people moving around and everything.
"Those are people?" This was startling to see people from above in such a normal setting.
"Well it has to have them so we don't land on anyone by accident. It can't get any closer than it is. Don't know why it just can't, but this prevents us from landing on someone or infront of a bus." Looking at the detailed map he narrows the view down to Charring cross road and an alley nearby.
"This looks like a good spot. Ready to go?"
Nodding his head Harry braced himself as Michael pushed a crystal down. Then on the image a police box appeared. There was no jarring, or sensation of movement. It was just there.
"That was incredible." Was Harry's astonished statement.
"You have no idea how happy I am that the trip was a success." Patting the console gently he led Harry out into the alley and locked the door.
"What do you mean. You knew it worked before we used it didn't you?" I hope that wasn't it's test run.
"What? Oh no, I knew it worked they tested it before it was sent to the lair, and the Japanese do excellent work. No, I have terrible traveling sickness and this was the first time I tested it for myself."
"How bad is it?" Harry had concern in his voice.
"Have you ever thrown up in the middle of flooing somewhere?"
The thought alone had Harry cringing. He didn't like the floo either. Traveling by Tardis was much better.
"Any ways we are here and we should get started into Diagon. You've been gone a few days, but they shouldn't be to worried." With that Michael was crossing the street and leading them into the pub.
"Why's that?" You'd think they'd notice if I was missing.
"I've had my ninja house elves covering for you."
Harry stopped in his tracks when he heard that.
'Ninja HOUSE ELVES?' Seeing Michael getting ahead of him he jogged to catch up.
"What do you mean Ninja House elves?"
"I thought is was perfectly clear? I have house elves trained in the ninja arts impersonating you here in Diagon Alley. Do you have a problem with that?" Looking at Harry in confusion he waited for and answer.
"Well no. Just the thought of ninja house elves is kind of strange." Just the thought of Dobby as a ninja sent fear shooting through him.
"Well the thought of flying broomsticks is odd to me. Skyboards are so much more interesting to watch when the races are happening in California."
Moving to the entry to Diagon and pressing the brick with his finger they made their way into the alley. Suddenly, three houselfs dressed all in black popped into being right in front of them. Bowing low they popped away again saying nothing.
"Ninja house elves, huh? Seem nice enough."
"They were excited to meet you. They heard what happened with the Malfoy elf and were happy to help out with the illusion that you were on the alley." Michael explained as they walked.
"But why the illusion?"
"You were out of the country and many would be concerned about that if they had found out about it. You are very important to these people. You are their saftey blanket, at least for many of them you are. None will admit it, but you are a hero of the people. Very few of these people would leave you in peace if you told them you were outside of the country." Was Michael's explanation. "I am sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but it slipped my mind while you were at the lair."
"It's alright I suppose, just don't let it happen to often." Smiling to ease the tension Harry walked over to the window displaying the newest broom the Firebolt and sighed forelornly at it. before moving on to take care of his school list.
Seeing the longing look Michael slipped in and out quickly. Moving up to walk with his cousin. Catching sight of an upset Dumbledore coming out of Gringotts was not what he wante to see.
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'How could he Albus Dumbledore be turned away from Gringotts. He had been taking money from the Potter vault for years without difficulty. He had been given a key so he could pay Harry's guardians the yearly stipend to care for him. The goblins couldn't have known it never went to the Dursley's, but to pay for his many appetites. So why had he been cut from the Potter vaults?
Catching a glimpse of black hair down the alley he finds the Potter brat window shopping with some unknown boy. 'Well that solves the problem of finding the boy.' Walking briskly through the crowd with a notice me not charm to ward off the people around him he approached the unaware child.
Suddenly the boy vanished from sight.
'What in the world? Looking around for the boy proved fruitless, and none of his charms were able to locate the boy. Frustrated he made his way to the apparition point at the end of the alley and apparated back to the edge of Hogwarts grounds. Making his way to his office he found the teachers gathered around trying to enter his office. From which some very loud noises were coming through the Gargoyle's mouth.
Quickly sending the teachers away with assurances that everything was alright he cast several silencing charms on his ride up to his office. Half of his tracking devices were causing the racket. The other half no longer held any sort of magic what so ever. How had this happened. The wards around Number Four Privett Drive had be destroyed and with them his ties to Harry's magic.
TBC What do you think?