Hey guys, it's me again. First off, to those who are unclear, I will be posting rather…infrequently.
You guys: But bolmeteus, we love your story! Post more often….
Sorry guys, no can do. I'm a busy, busy person. With that note, I'd like to explode from shock at the sheer amounts of favorites and alerts I got for a single chapter of this story, which seems to be very popular for a story that got exactly one review for all of those favorites. It takes ten seconds to say "you rock" and just as long to call me a review whore, so please, just review guys…..
Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me, or else a LOT more people would have died, and Harry would have ended up banging Tonks.
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Recap:
The next day, one Albus Dumbledore retrieved Harry Potter from police custody after an unknown assailant had viciously killed Vernon Dursley and then scared Petunia Dursley enough that she still hadn't said a word but for a horrified, "Scarecrow.."
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Harry walked sedately behind Dumbledore as they strolled through the door of The Leaky Cauldron, which shocked Harry as he realized how stereotypical it was. When he ruled the world, Harry decided, it wouldn't be nearly so drab.
At that thought, Harry suddenly stopped moving in shock. Was he really plotting to become world leader? He had always avoided any sort of responsibility or limelight, and so was shocked at his own brain for daring to contradict his past lifestyle choices in such a bold way.
Oh well, he thought, might as well just roll with it.
"Are you all right, Harry? We haven't even got to the interesting bits yet!" Dumbledore asked the motionless "boy." With that, Harry started moving again, saying nothing. After all, there was really no reason to bring a child as young as he seemed to Diagon Alley.
"You wanting the usual, Professor?" a middle-aged man who Harry couldn't quite remember asked Dumbledore.
"Not today, Tom. I'm here to get Harry a little gift to help acquaint him to our world." That's right…Tom…didn't Voldemort hate him or something because they had the same first name?
"As I live and breathe, is that…Harry Potter?" the barman asked reverently.
"No sir, I'm actually Harry Callahan. Perhaps you've heard of me?" Harry decided that he would introduce himself as such to everybody until he got to Hogwarts. Hopefully, Dumbledore wouldn't contradict him.
He didn't.
They made their way through the smoke and crowd of Diagon Alley entered a little shop almost hidden in the shadow of Zonko's that was called Tempting Toys and seemed to cater exclusively to young children and lonely women. However, the women's section was located off to the side, and Dumbledore immediately led Harry to the section full of stuffed animals.
"See any that you like, Harry?" Dumbledore asked with a twinkle in his eye.
Harry responded by pointing at the single most expensive one that he could see at a glance, which happened to be an animated Chimera. Harry decided to make it the mascot of his empire once he got to that point in his life. For now, he would settle on making Dumbledore grimace. Silly man never should have left him with the Dursleys anyways.
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Harry asked Dumbledore where they were going to go as they strode from the store, Harry clutching at his expensive Chimera and subtly imbuing it with enough of his own magic that he could later make it remotely explode with very little effort and blame it on somebody else.
"I'm going to take you, dear boy, to another family that can raise you now that the Dursleys cannot. They are called the Weasleys, and they are very good people," Dumbledore responded congenially. Harry's eye twitched out of Dumbledore's eyesight. Harry couldn't decide if he was being indoctrinated against the Dark Arts or if Dumbledore just had nowhere better to put him. Harry decided to stop being so damned cynical and just roll with it. From what he remembered, they had enough children to provide him with a fairly substantial base amount of minions to enter Hogwarts with.
"Where do they live, sir?" Harry asked, plotting all the while.
"Right outside of Ottery St. Catchpole, my boy." Harry's eye twitched again. He hated being called "boy" no matter how fondly it was said. He decided that saying it to refer to any person would be a punishable offense.
"Sir, I remember seeing that in a map, and it is quite far away from here. How are we going to get there?" Harry wondered.
"My my, what a large vocabulary you have for such a young boy!" here, Harry internally cursed. He didn't want to come across as anything but a normal midget to Dumbledore until after he got a weapon. "That question will be answered shortly, Harry. As soon, actually, as we reenter the Leaky Cauldron. Do you remember it? The pub that we used to enter the alley?
Harry decided that he hated condescending people. They needed to be burned at the stake.
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As he was spat out of the fireplace violently enough to knock over the toddler sitting in front of it, Harry realized that he had never got around to mastering the floo. He had just apparated everywhere in the few lives he'd lived that had been magical. Catching sight of twin boys peeking at him with wicked grins from around the corner, Harry was reminded of why, exactly, he had thought fondly of the Weasleys in some of his past lives. Not for the dull ones, but for the ones who shared his fondness for explosions.
Grinning back, Harry wondered if he would have to pay for it if he exploded the Burrow.
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Harry Callahan is also a reference. I'm going to try to post at least one a chapter, so leave me a review if you catch them and I'll mention you in my author's note. Also try to see if you can catch the other couple of references I threw in there. BTW, a big thanks goes from me to Cassia4u for being my first reviewer in this story.
Please don't hate me for posting something without anything entertaining in it, I needed a filler chapter and this is what you got.