A/N:Thank you for the reviews.
The True Heir of Hufflepuff: I'm glad you think that J
Silent Song of Shadows: Don't worry it won't be a fanfic like that, the Goblins respect is going to have to be earnt by a lot more than that but I can tell you know they will play a large role later on in the series (because this isn't going to be just one fanfic)
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"You'll never know love or friendship and I feel sorry for you."
CHAPTER TWO
"This is mine?" Questioned Harry
"Every last Galleon." Replied Griphook
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Harry was shocked. There was no other word for it. Griphook seemed to summon up a satchel out of nowhere and handed it to Harry.
"Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon (ʛ) and twenty-nine Knuts(₰) to a Sickle(ʂ)" Griphook said. "A galleon is worth £5.00 approximately. I shall leave it to you to decide then how much you'll need, the satchel is bottomless, it means you can drop as much money as you want into it."
Harry was grabbing Galleons and Knuts and Sickles for a few minutes dropping them into this magical satchel. He just couldn't believe he had money that was actually his own, he'd never had his own money before and the fact that he had money now just shocked him, and he'd always had to live by a few tough rules, and one of them was take things when you can because you'll never know when you'll be able to again. Harry had learnt this little rule from being a bit deprived from food at the Dursleys and when he was offered it he would take it, quick. Harry's final count was 165ʛ 12ʂ 24₰, he hoped it would cover the school necessities and his own needs; there was a lot of stuff he wanted to get for himself.
Griphook led Harry back into the cart and up to the Gringotts hall, and started to walk off. Although Harry had been raised in a practically abusive household, he did learn some manners and he quickly called out a thank you. Griphook stopped, turned and positively sneered at Harry. What had he done wrong, surely thank you wasn't a bad thing. But the Goblins still glared at Harry and if looks could maim then Harry would be screaming in pain. Harry quickly turned back and away, but he felt crushed, he'd not even spent an hour in the Wizarding world and he had already offended someone.
He stepped out of the grand doors to Gringotts just as a breeze came by and blew his hair upwards...
"Bless my soul, it's the Boy-Who-Lived, it's Harry Potter!" Screamed a man from a few feet away as he ran towards him.
"I'm Macmillan, Parker Macmillan, pleasure to meet you, oh bless my soul..." He blabbered as he shook hands with Harry. But it wasn't just him, within seconds; a huge crowd had surrounded him, all trying to get to shake his hands, to ruffle his hair, to kiss his cheek. It was truly annoying, he wanted to get away, away from this crowd and then he wanted to know why he was known. How did they know him? Surely it had nothing to do with the Goblin mentioning that he knew his name.
The names were flooding him, MacDougal, Diggle, Parsons, Burke, Brown, Abbot, Slughorn, Type and Shintley. But Harry really couldn't care to listen to them. From a young age he had been cramped into the cupboard under the stares and had learnt how to squirm through small spaces. His small stature helped with that as well, and he put his talent to action by squirming through their midst and away from them. He was running away and looking back when he ran straight into a boy around his age. He fell back and looked up clumsily, making sure that no one saw his scar which he had guessed was how people identified him as many in the crowd had asked to see it.
He was looking up at a tall, slender boy with a pale, pointed face, sleek blond hair, and ice grey eyes. The boy stuck his hand out to help Harry up and Harry gratefully grabbed it.
"First year as well I presume." He stated in a cold tone with his aristocratic nose held high in the air, Harry nodded and affirmative. "I am as well. The name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. You would do well to remember it." He said, almost as if he was reading a book, it was clearly memorised. "Have you gone to get your robes yet, I am on my way there right now, care to join me?" Harry smiled in reply, finally someone other than Hagrid that wanted to talk to him, not the Boy-Who-Lived.
"No I've not yet gotten my robes and I'm not quite sure as to where the shop is." Harry replied
"Well, I'll take you there, what's your name by the way, I haven't yet caught it." Draco asked
"Harry, my name's Harry." He said, quite cleverly leaving out the Potter, he didn't want anyone reacting like they just had again.
"What, no second name. How am I meant to know if you come from a proper family or not?" Draco scoffed.
Harry felt crushed, he could either tell the boy his second name or have him react or Draco would probably walk off...
"Potter, it's Potter" Harry whispered in a deflated tone.
Draco gasped and then quickly the cold facade he had before came back on, like a light switch.
"Pleasure to meet you Harry Potter, please call me Draco, friends do call each other by their first names after all." Draco said in a more kind tone then he had used during the whole conversation.
Harry was overjoyed; Draco didn't react badly, if you forgot about the gasp. He smiled as wide as he could.
"Well Draco, as long as you call me Harry." Harry quickly said, he didn't want to lose his first shot at a friend.
Draco started to walk Harry along to Madam Malkin's, the robe's store. They exchanged small talk about things like the weather until they were nearly at the door
"So where d'you play in Quidditch?" Draco said in a much kinder tone, he'd dropped the cold facade when Harry had started to call him Draco and by the time they got to the door they had been speaking almost normally although Draco still did have some restraint in his voice.
Harry was stumped, what was Quidditch, he'd heard snippets of conversations including the word Quidditch but what exactly was it.
"I don't actually know what Quidditch is." Harry mumbled, he didn't want to disappoint Draco
"What'd you mean you don't know what Quidditch is? Quidditch! Where'd you grow up? With muggles!" He scoffed in a disbelieving tone.
Harry knew that muggles were non-wizarding folk as Hagrid had put it.
"Actually, I was." He replied
"What, they put the Boy-Who-Lived with Muggles, what were they thinking."
"Yeah oh and what exactly does that mean, the Boy-Who-Lived?"
Draco stopped in his tracks.
"You really don't know anything do you?" He asked, rhetorically yet Harry still replied and affirmative.
"Well it all started on Halloween, the night You-Know-Who was destroyed..." Draco started to tell as they entered the shop. And inside he told Harry the story of his life.
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Harry came out of Madam Malkin's more shocked than he had been since he'd found out about the Wizarding world. He was the saviour of the wizarding world. Him. But he was always just Harry, nothing more, sometimes less. Draco had enlightened him. He did seem to have some weird sort of prejudice against some wizards and witches though that Harry didn't understand, to Harry a wizard was a wizard and a witch was a witch but to Draco Pureblood wizards were above the rest. To Harry it sounded an awful lot like racism and discrimination. Harry didn't like racism at all but he didn't want to start an argument with Draco just now when they had started to bond as friends.
"So where do you still have to go?" Asked Draco
Harry got out his letter and skim read it quickly,
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WHICHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
sets of plain work robes (black)
plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
"Well I have to go everywhere other than Madam Malkin's." Harry replied
Draco started to laugh.
"Well then, let's go!"
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The duo had entered every store and bought everything they needed and more, and quite a large amount of books. Harry really did want to learn much more about magic, before he embarrassed himself. He'd done it quite a few times already. But they still had to go to the Magical Menagerie and Ollivander's.
They stood in front of the old rickety wooden building and pushed open the door as a bell rang to alert Ollivander of their entry, but no one was anywhere to be seen. There were stacks and stacks of thin boxes which presumably contained wands, but not a soul to be seen.
"Ah, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, here for your wands I presume. Well then let's start." Came a voice from nowhere closely followed by the appearance of an old man who Harry presumed was Ollivander.
"Let's start with you Mr. Potter, what is your preferred hand?" He asked
"I'm ambidextrous, Mr. Ollivander."
"Ah, it has been a long while since I suited an ambidextrous wizard. They're not very common you see."
The old man vanished into the stacks of wands coming back with a box.
"Elmwood, twelve and a quarter inches, slightly supple, great for charms but not very much so for transfiguration."
He held it out to Harry and Harry held it but it was quickly snatched back.
"No, no, that will not do. It's the wand that chooses the wizard Mr. Potter and this wand simply doesn't choose you."
Ollivander fetched another wand for Harry to try and then another and another and another.
"A tough customer, this is proving to be a great day." Said the old man.
Harry thought he was positively senile but he was getting worried, what if no wand chose him, what if he had to go back to the Dursleys and to Stonewall high. He didn't think he'd be able to do it, not after learning about Hogwarts.
"I wonder...it is possible..." muttered the old man to himself as he rushed to the far back of the store.
He came back with what looked to be a very old box.
"Holly and phoenix feather, Nice and supple, 11 inches. Try this Mr. Potter."
Harry grabbed it but yet again felt nothing. Ollivander took back the wand very happily.
"An extremely tough customer, how about I just help Mr. Malfoy here and then I'll be back to you." Ollivander suggested
And he went to do so, but surprisingly after another half an hour of trying to find a wand for Draco, Ollivander started to chuckle. A deep rasping sound. It wasn't nice but it sounded experienced, wise. If a laugh could sound like that?
He started to walk to the back of the store to a door hidden behind a few large stacks of boxes and he motioned for them to come with him.
"Well it seems that the wands here just won't accept you so you'll have to find the materials made for you and I will see to it that they are ready. Here is a collection of the woods I offer so all I want you two to do is to wave your hands above them until you find one that pulls you, and then do the same for the collection of cores I have in those jars to your right."
Harry cracked his fingers, this was exciting...
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Harry and Draco left Ollivander's as proud owners of two newly made wands. Harry's was Firewood and the wand contained two cores quite surprisingly, Dragon Heartstring and Phoenix Hair, it was 10 and a quarter inches, it was firm and unyielding and also quite small but Harry didn't mind as Ollivander had said that the wand would help Harry to extreme power, and he had to have extreme talent for a wand like this to have picked him, well to be honest he had picked the wand.
Draco had also acquired a freshly mad e wand and it was just as unusual as Harry's, actually using a mix of two woods and one core. It was something never tried before and Ollivander had revelled in the chance to make it. The core was that of Unicorn tail hair and the two woods were Hornbeam and Silver lime, which Ollivander had said would provide Draco not with power but with extreme precision. It was a slightly supple and pliable wand.
Harry and Draco left Ollivander's as confident wizards and strong friends. Their last stop was the Menagerie, that was directly in front of Ollivander's
Harry entered and instantly heard lots and lots of whispering, yet the shop had no one but the shopkeeper and the two boys. Harry told Draco he would go looking around and left towards the whispering as it was all in the same area and as he came closer and closer he began to hear more hissing in the words that contained an 's'. Almost like a snake. He didn't know that he was so spot on because as he turned the corner, there they were in all their glory. A load of snakes in cages. Hissing, but to Harry they were talking, he wondered if this was another thing magic brought to wizards, he had never encountered a snake before and as such he was quite shocked to them speaking, and it was starting to irritate him.
"Could you all please shut up?!" He reprimanded.
"Did he just ssspeak the ssnakessss tounge..."
"He did, he did, he ssspeaksss..."
"A ssspeaker..."
"Did you hear that, finally one who sssspeakss..."
Harry was shocked by the sudden sounds and their hissing only seemed to increase in volume until it was really hurting his ears. He looked at them, not wanting to speak and make them shout even louder, they were all hissing except one, one snake that was curled, head up staring back at Harry, it was obsidian black and it was practically calling out to Harry to take it as his pet, and he just couldn't deny the pull. It was beautiful, the snake. And because of that Harry picked up the cage and started to walk away yet the snake still didn't speak and Harry really couldn't be bothered to talk to it, his ears did after all really hurt. While walking to the counter to purchase the snake he remembered how the first few Hogwarts letters had come to him, through an owl. If all letters were transported through birds in the wizarding world then he needed one. Walking across the delivery bird aisle he saw an owl, snowy white and beautiful as well. He decided that would be his owl, and he picked up the owl's cage as well and went straight to the counter.
"Could I have this snake and this owl please, sir, and could I please have a snake care kit and an owl one if you do have them?" Harry asked as he placed the cages on the counter
"Yes that shouldn't be a problem, we do have the higher quality care kits and lower ones, which would you rather?" Said the shopkeeper
"Could I have the higher quality ones please?" Replied Harry.
"Of course, they don't come cheap though." Warned the shopkeeper.
"I don't think money will be a problem." Harry assured the man.
"Well that totals up to 54ʛ."
Harry was shocked, he only had 35ʛ, he didn't want to ask Draco for money as he didn't want to appear like a cheapskate and 19ʛ wasn't exactly a small amount of money. The Harry remembered how in the muggle world his Aunt sometime paid with a credit card, maybe wizards had a system like this.
"I'm sorry, I don't have enough Galleons on my right now, I was wondering as to whether I could sign something to pay from like a cheque or a credit card?"
The shopkeeper chuckled
"You're lucky I'm a muggleborn lad, no pureblood wizard would have understood a word you were just saying and yes we do happen to have a system like that. Just sign on this sheet I'll just get for you and we'll be done." He said as he reached for a piece of paper on a stack behind him.
He pushed it out to Harry who signed in the allocated point quickly and then a flash of light came from the paper.
"Well that's that, I hope to see you sometime soon Mister..." He looked at the paper for a name "POTTER!" he shouted "Harry Potter, oh it's great to see you my boy, you saved my family for me you did. I hope you've enjoyed your time in here; it is a bit smelly I have to say but...oh my where are my manners, I'm John Caster. Pleasure to meet you" He babbled as he stuck out his hand and Harry shook it, but quickly mumbled something about places to be and things to do and escaped the Menagerie. He didn't want to be surrounded by adoring fans.
Draco had not yet finished his search for a pet and Harry was fine with waiting as he looked at his new purchases. He placed the shrunken bag of care kits in his pockets, which were already full of shrunken bags. It was quite weird how the shopkeepers shrunk bags to be placed in pockets rather than carried around but Harry was quite happy about it, with the amount of stuff that he had bought he doubted he could have carried them all.
He looked at his new pets and he instantly just knew what he should name them.
"I'm naming you, my lovely snake, Sarseen, he did say you were a girl after all and you my lovely owl, you'll be called Hedwig."
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A/N: Thank you for readingggggg J, Drop a review, it only takes a second. I'm sure you must have noticed the Galleon, Sickle and Knut signs, and although the Sickle and Knut ones are not actually the originals I've placed them in this fanfic for the sake of easiness and to add more originality. Stay ready for the next chapter, I guarantee it'll be up by next Sunday. And don't forget to go vote on my pol, about what the fifth house's animal will be.