Chapter 3 the truth

Hunter and Showgrid were walking through a small town, when Showgrid led Hunter to a brick wall. "What the hell is this?" he demanded.

Showgrid smiled, with a tap of the umbrella the pushed in three bricks. The bricks separated and made a doorway! Hunter was surprised as they walked right into a bar like restaurant. The room went quite as they walked in.

"Hey all, this is Hunter Hurst Harry Potter!" Showgrid announced, the room became even more quite as the people stood up went right to Hunter and were fascinated by him! Hunter didn't mind the attention of course; it was something he's always wanted. Hunter then noticed a man in the far corner wearing a large turban of some sort. Showgrid smiled.

"Professor Stevely!" he called. The man appeared to be bald.

"What?" he demanded. Hunter made his way through the crowd and to Mr. Stevely.

"Hunter, I want you to meet your teacher one of many actually. Professor Stevely" Showgrid explained. Hunter stuck out his hand but Professor Stevely refused it.

"Sorry I don't have the time," he said rather plainly. Showgrid nodded.

"Well either do we, come along Hunter we got to go to the bank" Showgrid stated has he taken Hunter out of the bar.

They walked through the streets, Hunter saw all sorts of strange things for sale, Dragons for pets. Wands, broomstick, robes, and potions everything one could imagine. One broomstick he saw was known as the Pedigree 9000. The fastest broomstick known to everyone here, he wondered how everything worked and what everything was for. Showgrid took him to a large structure. It was the bank. When inside he saw these little creatures all over. "Why do they have midgets work here?" Hunter asked.

"They aren't midgets, they are trolls, and besides Midgets is not the correct term to call little people," Showgrid corrected him. Showgrid and Hunter went to the main desk. There was a small troll working when he looked over to see who was there. "We are here to make a withdraw from the Potter savings… and…" Showgrid went to his pocket and handed the troll a paper. "And something else by orders of you know who for you know what" he explained.

"Keys pleases" the troll asked. Showgrid went to his pockets and took out 2 keys. Hunter was getting interested as to what the keys were for… as well as what the paper Showgrid had.

They rode on a large metal cart that led them underground; Hunter was stunned as to all the volts that were kept below the surface. "Why do they have trolls guarding money?" Hunter asked Showgrid.

"Your money is in no safer hand than that of a troll Hunter" They arrived at Hunter's vault. Unlocking the door Hunter was to go in. Showgrid opened the door. Hunter's eyes nearly came out of his head. It was full of gold coins! "You didn't think your parents would leave you empty handed now?" Showgrid smirked. He handed Hunter a pouch to fill up on. Hunter took just a handful and filled his pouch. He enjoyed the weight of the money. He couldn't help but smile. They closed and locked the volt, only to go to another. Showgrid had to go alone this time. Hunter couldn't see what he was taking out. But he did see the volt was empty when Showgrid left.

"What were you getting?" Hunter asked.

Showgrid looked down at him. "Never you mind Hunter, its Ringwart's business," he explained. When they were finished Showgrid dropped Hunter off at a wand shop. "Now then. You need to be fitted for a wand. I'll be right back" with that Showgrid left as Hunter went inside, he was rather surprised to see the place full of wands and such. He saw a man in the corner looking through some books. He looked up seeing Hunter standing there.

"Well I'll be, if it isn't Hunter Potter" he grinned.

Hunter just nodded. The man was a black man, with short hair. He just went by the name D-Vono. "Now I suppose you want to get some wood huh?" he asked Hunter.

"What the hell?" Hunter shot back.

"Your wand?" D-Vono explained. Hunter nodded. They tested wand after wand. The first one made a shelf collapse on itself… that wasn't it. The second one broke the windows in the store. Not it either. D-Vono wasn't upset the all the damage it had done to the store, he wasn't surprise either. Going to the back he pulled out one wand, and wondered. "Could it be…." He asked. Coming back to Hunter he opened the box. Hunter took the wand out and felt an instant surge, nothing bad happened and nothing was destroyed. D-Vono nodded.

"Your wand is very special for a it was made from an elder dragon's horn. Only half of it could be used for a wand, the other half is in… You know whose," he explained. The problem was Hunter didn't know 'you know who' was! Hunter paid for the wand when he saw Showgrid outside.

"Hey Hunter… happy birthday!" in a cage Hunter saw a small dragon… a messenger dragon! Hunter smiled thinking his life had changed for the better. But he had to know how his parents truly died and why everyone in this place knows him.

They braked for lunch when Hunter looked to Showgrid. "Showgrid… how did my parents die? Why does everyone know me?" he asked. Showgrid knew the time had come.

Showgrid looked to Hunter. "There was a wizard by the name of Lord Vincemort. He had become a very powerful wizard; he broke into your parent's home when you were just a baby. Without hesitation he killed your father who tried to fight him off. Your mother gave her very life to protect you. For some reason, Vincemort couldn't kill you. All what was left on you is that lighting scar on your forehead. That is why you are famous Hunter… You survived" Showgrid explained…