I'm so happy T-T. I got thirteen reviews in only three days. And with my first story too! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this next instalment of 'Meet the Count' and if there's any more people who want to read Psoh/HP crossovers, my other story, 'Raised by a Kami' is on. The real one now, not another mistake I made.
Disclaimer- I do not in any circumstances own Petshop of Horrors or Harry Potter 'cause if I did their world would be in utter chaos that is not done by anyone from the magical world, only by my friends and me.
Chapter Three
Harry stood up and shook Ragnok's and Griphook's hands over the table as they finished off the minor touches to their plan. It had taken a short time to come up with it and add some final touches to it, but it was finally done along with plenty of space for improvements and back-up plans should anything go wrong in the future. The rest of the time had been to read the wills of his parents and Sirius. He was now Lord Potter-Black due to the fact that Sirius had named him his heir and the unknown relation between the Potter and Black families with the marriage of Alexander Potter and Rose Black in 1549 when the families had been at least tolerant of each other.
"Is there anything else we could do for you today Mr Potter?" asked Ragnok after they drank the tea that was placed there during their plot… er, planning, yes, planning. Harry thought deeply before shaking his. "I would just like to withdraw some money from my trust vault before I look through any of my other vaults," said Harry finally. "I think I'll leave them for when I don't have to do so much shopping." Harry grimaced at the thought of that. Ragnok and Griphook merely grinned which looked like smirks in Harry's eyes but he internally shrugged.
Griphook nodded. "Very well Mr Potter," said Griphook. "I shall escort you to your vault if you do not mind." Harry merely shook his head again and bowed slightly to Ragnok. "Good day Ragnok and may the Gods grant you gold." Said Harry respectfully. Ragnok nodded in acceptance and replied in kind to Harry before Harry left, following Griphook. After Griphook took Harry to his trust vault, they were back in the main hall of the great, white bank. "I hope to do business with you again sir," said Griphook with a small bow. Harry merely nodded back. "Same here Griphook," replied Harry. "Good day." Harry placed a Glamour Charm on and gave himself an Asian appearance so that no one would notice him. Harry thanked Sirius for placing those emancipation papers with his will before he stepped out.
Harry then went off shopping in the Wizarding World. Leaving the Muggle World for tomorrow when he had to meet the mysterious 'D'. He first went to Flourish and Blotts and bought books on Defense, Transfiguration, the process on becoming an Animagus, Potions and many others that he thought would help him train.
When he came to the counter the cashier nearly fainted from shock at the amount of books that he wanted to buy. Harry then went to Madame Malkin's and bought himself a whole new wardrobe, the Potions store to restock and buy some other ingredients. When Harry finally finished and was near Knockturn Alley, he had left a trail of happy businesses.
Harry stared at the mouth of the alleyway before pulling his hood up and went in. The usual residents and con men of Knockturn Alley stayed well away from Harry as when he walked, it was with confidence and dangerous air. His cloak fluttered at its' edges giving Harry the look of Death or a more humanoid and solid Dementor.
He went straight for the store that he had landed in in his second year. Harry looked up and saw the dirt encrusted sign swinging slightly in the near non-existent breeze. 'Bourgin and Bourkes' was what the sign said faintly amid the dirt and grime. Harry pushed the door and it opened on creaking hinges. A bell jingled when the door opened, alerting one of the owners to a customer.
A man came from the back and nearly wet himself when he thought he saw Death on his doorstep. "Good evening Mr Bourgin," said Harry softly but with a faint trace of threat. "G-good evening sir," stuttered Bourgin slightly. "What may I do for you today?" Harry tilted his head slightly. "I heard that you make custom wands for people at the right price," said Harry coolly as he silently went up to the counter. 'Those years at the Dursleys' was actually useful,' mused Harry as he saw Bourgin pale drastically when he thought Harry was gliding when he was actually walking very softly and quickly.
"This way please," said Bourgin as he led Harry to the back of the shop. Harry followed him dutifully and silently. When they reached a dead end, Bourgin took out a set of keys and stated to sort them. Sweating in fear as the unknown entity kept silent. He couldn't even hear it breathing.
Harry smirked in amusement from under his hood and watched with a raised eyebrow when Bourgin finally found the right key and the dead end turned into a door. He held open the door for Harry who went in without a word as Bourgin followed him in, shutting the door along.
Bourgin then waved his hand around the room. "Please look around," said Bourgin. "If you feel a pull in your magic then pick the object up and place it on the bench behind you please." Harry nodded as he looked around the room. There were three shelves that had different objects on them. The first had blocks of wood on it, the second had parts from different creatures and the third had different types of precious and semi-precious stones on the shelves.
Weaving in and out of the shelves, Harry felt a pull from several different objects. He went over to the blocks of wood and picked two different types. One was a deep red colour and the other was black with a silvery tint. They were rose wood and, strangely enough, drow wood, the wood of the Dark Elves. He placed those on the bench before heading towards the second shelf.
The first pull lead him towards a rather familiar fang. He picked it up and ignored Bourgin's gasp of surprise before going towards a black feather. Basilisk fang and the tail feather of a Dark phoenix. He placed those with the blocks of wood. The last and final pull lead him towards a black stone that looked like an opal but was a darker shade. Harry looked at the label under it. Australian Black Opal, mined from the base of Uluru.
He took the last item to the bench and placed it down gently. Harry then looked up at Bourgin and raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a knife?" asked Harry. "A clean one, mind you, and a vial." Bourgin nodded shakily and pulled out a small athame and placed a Disinfectant Charm on the blade. He also took out a small vial and gave both to Harry.
Harry placed the vial down and held out his hand. Using the athame, he made a small cut on his finger and placed the blood in the vial. When Harry deemed that there was enough blood, he cleaned the blade and gave it back to Bourgin. "Make the wand with my blood in it understood?" whispered Harry as he made eye contact with Bourgin who shivered at the unsaid threat in his eyes. Bourgin nodded and set out to make the wand under Harry's supervision. Harry healed the small cut on his finger as he watched Bourgin in interest.
Bourgin fused the two pieces of wood together with the fang and feather in between the woods. The half-made wand was then placed in a small circle with complicated runes and patterns on it. There was a small flash and the object resembled a wand now. All it needed now was the vial of blood to be absorbed by the unfinished wand and then the black opal could be placed in the wand as an imprint since the opal would be partially absorbed.
When Bourgin finished, he handed the master piece to Harry. "Thirteen inches, rose and drow wood with the fang of a Basilisk and the tail feather of a Dark Phoenix as the core and a Black Opal core stone," said Bourgin with a sense of pride, knowing that this was the most powerful wand he had ever made.
Harry held it and felt a surge of power go through him. Giving it a wave, silvery black sparks came out and formed itself into the image of a Dark Phoenix wreathed in black flames before disappearing. Harry fell silent before turning to Bourgin. "How much?" asked Harry softly with a slight hiss. Bourgin gulped visibly. "Eight galleons sir," replied Bourgin shakily. Harry took out the money from his money pouch and gave it to Bourgin before leaving the store through the same way he came in. He pocketed his new wand and left.
After stepping out of the store, Harry decided to explore the rest of Knockturn Alley. He didn't even go three metres when he noticed a pet shop just ahead of him. Curious, Harry went in and he absently noted that he would get a friend for Hedwig to talk to. Going into the store, he saw that the store keeper was trying to, unsuccessfully, place an Asian dragon into a small cage.
It hissed dangerously as Harry stared at it. It was beautiful. It had shimmering sapphire scales mixed in with a jade green tint and opal sheen. Its' claws were an ivory white and its' mane was a deep navy blue that nearly resembled black. The eyes of the dragon were an ice blue that was narrowed at the shop keeper. Its snake-like body was curled as its long whiskers moved in the air. It hissed menacingly at the shop keeper again. Harry was surprised to be able to hear it speak Parseltongue. Or a close version of it.
"Foolish mortal," hissed the dragon as its lips curled. The sound of the dragon's voice gave way that 'it' was a 'he'. "Do not attempt to make me do something that you will regret me ever doing." The keeper growled and pulled out a whip. Without knowing, Harry had swiftly darted towards the shop keeper and grabbed his wrist. His hand jerked to a stop as the keeper was about to crack the whip onto the dragon. The keeper turned to shout at the person who had stopped him, only to shut his mouth abruptly when he saw a Dementor-look-a-like holding onto his wrist.
"It's not right to harm such a beautiful creature, you know," whispered Harry softly as he increased the pressure on the man's wrist. The dragon gave him a piercing look with its ice blue eyes. The man winced in pain as his complexion became pale. "But if you wish to be rid of the dragon, I shall buy it off you." Both the dragon and the shop keeper looked at him strangely.
The shop keeper wanted to keep the dragon, but since this person offered to buy it, he'll sell it to him. Especially since he didn't know if this person would kill him if he harmed the dragon. "Foolish mortal," hissed the dragon again. "What makes you so sure that I would not escape immediately afterwards?"
"Maybe the fact that I can speak and hear you?" replied Harry in Parseltongue, nearly making the shop keeper faint in terror. The dragon perked up. "A speaker," said the dragon with approval. "I have met other speakers over the years back in Ancient China but I have never met one from this part of the world."
"Well, I am honoured to be the first you have spoken to in Europe," replied Harry respectfully as he gave the dragon a small bow. "You are very polite for one so young in, but you are older than you are in the worldly sense," said the dragon wisely. He tilted his head before nodding. "Very well young one, you may purchase me and you have my word that I will not escape." Harry merely nodded mutely in reply before turning his head slightly to glance at the shop keeper.
"How much for him?" asked Harry neutrally. The shop keeper shivered slightly. "H-hundred g-galleons," squeaked the man as he leaned back slightly. Harry nodded minutely as he pulled out his money pouch and place exactly a hundred galleons on the counter. "Do you have a smaller form?" asked Harry to the dragon. "I don't fancy having the Ministry chasing after me just for having a dragon as a companion." He nodded and turned into the snake version of himself. He slid over to Harry and climbed up his outstretched arm. "Good day to you sir," murmured Harry as the dragon draped himself over his shoulders.
He then turned and left. When he got out of the store he looked up and noticed that it was noon now and he still hadn't had lunch. "What is your name?" asked Harry softly to the dragon turned snake. "My name is Kai Lang, young one, what is yours?" asked Kai as he stared at a hag that was trying to, unsteathily, steal from Harry. "My name is Harry Potter, Kai Long," replied Harry as he neared the entrance to Knockturn Alley. "Call me Kai please," replied Kai as they were back into Diagon Alley. "Now, time for something to eat," murmured Harry as his stomach rumbled. Kai chuckled slightly as they went into the Leaky Cauldron to eat.
To be continued……
Another chappie finished. - I'm so happy. Hopefully I'll have the nxt chappie installed soon. Until then, ja ne.