Hello i seem to have got an awesome response on this one so this is a pressie for you guys. :L
And someone said about length in the review i want to know if this is a long enough length as the longer you want the chapter the longer it takes to put on. I hope to update once or twice a week as i have 6th form so i dont get a lot of spare time during the week. Also im english and this is an american website so if you get confused over any words i used just ask and i will explain what they mean
Thankyou very much for reading.
ScamanderLovegood
Chapter 2
A flash of emerald flames and Harry burst out of the fireplace and quickly wiped himself clean of soot and dust. From his position on the floor he surveyed the busy street for the first time allowing a small burst of excitement over seeing such a large group of people. The peoples voices made cadence with the hoots of owls and the plodding of feet on cobblestone street. Harry watched as a small group of children went past squealing in excitement as they ran towards a shop named zonko's the parents rushed behind them trying to catch up before they lost them in the general hub-bub of the street.
Harry looked around the street which seemed to act like and artery for the shopping district but Harry sharply reminded himself that he wasn't to leave this main alley as it was dangerous and he knew no-one would look for him if he disappeared. Harry looked for a shop which might be at least structurally sound after he eyed the way the upper floors of the three story shopping district which leaned in almost creating a tunnel effect. Harry decided to look up and down the street before deciding where to approach first. So he set off walking down the street and looking at each shop. He noticed a animal menagerie, a dingy shop which smelt and had random bits floating in a jar, Harry assumed this was a apothecary and hoped he didn't end up working there because he wasn't sure if he could handle the smell, he also noticed a book shop, a broom shop, a robe shop and a cauldron shop along with several stools for ice cream and the shop called Zonko's which seemed to be selling pranking items, Harry dimly recalled his brother and father mentioning.
Harry reached the end of the street which had a rather imposing white marble building and a small dark and grime covered single story shop. Harry stared at the shop unsure what to think as he noticed this was not only the one shop which seemed to only have one story but also a shop with a strange almost ancient feel about it. Harry took a step closer and could feel and almost imperceptible pulsing on the edges of his senses and a feel of incomprehensible power. He started towards the shop which drew him in like a moth to a flame and looked at the sign. Olivanders makers of fine wands since 382 B.C. Harry kept of moving closer as if under a strange compulsion to move his expression showing unconstrained awe.
He reached the shop door which was covered in black peeling paint. He pushed the door open which created a jingle where it had set off a bell and stepped into the dust laden shop. The walls where covered with many shelves holding thin boxes. Each box gave off a different feel, almost like a personality with some personalities stronger and Harry noticed how the one which seemed strongest where on one side and the weaker ones on the other so he they didn't get drowned out by the stronger one. He also noticed that they seemed to be set in grouped by the type of feeling they gave off. "Ah, Mr Potter finally here I see. Good, I'm getting old and could do with the help." Harry leapt into the air in fright as a small wizened old man stepped out from the back of the shop. He quickly mentally berated himself for not noticing him before hand and letting his guard down.
"Erm… Sorry to bother you sir. But I was wondering if I could have a job?" The man chuckled in response and said "I already said that I could do with the help; did I not? So yes you may have a job. As I am getting old and want to stick with my craft you can take over my store front during your school holidays as that is generally when people come in to buy or ask for repairs and such and when the store is empty I shall teach you wandcraft. I shall pay you 3 galleons an hour and give you bonuses as I see fit. All you have to do is find a wand for each witch or wizard that comes in. The prices are on the boxes and the wands will whisper what they are to you when you touch them, so you only need to repeat so that the customers know what they are buying. Wand caring accessories and boxes are under the counters along with anything else they may ask for. Repairs cost depending on the damage so just bring it into the back I will tell you the price you charge them and I will fix it. Come in whenever you can and I will open a vault under your name that no-one else can access it and place your money there." Harry stood there in shock as the man finished talking and walked into the back of the shop.
Bling. The door bell went off and Harry quickly rushed behind the counter to start work. A pair of angels walked in, at least that is what Harry thought when the platinum blonde couple walked in. Harry stared in awe at their combined beauty as the man opened the door further so that a small blonde boy with a hawkish face could enter the shop. They looked like the perfect family. Harry felt a monster rise in his chest and a sharp prickling sensation in his eyes which he soon realised were the start of tears. Harry gasped in shock, he hadn't cried in a long time after he realised it would only cause his father to hurt him more for being so pathetic. It was his fault he was a freak not anybody else's. He quickly reined his emotions in as the family faced him together.
"Hello young boy, is Mr Olivander in. My son would like to buy his wand." The handsome blonde man drawled. "Hello sir, I am Mr Olivanders employee and I am here to fit people there wands." Harry said politely, can your son step forward so I can start. Harry asked feeling faintly nervous and unsure what to do. He didn't even notice the shocked look on the mans face. He did notice however, the tape measure on the side and picked it up. The man pushed the boy forward as Harry stepped up to him. "hello what is your name? And which is your wand arm?" Harry asked. "I'm Draco Malfoy, Heir to the Ancient and Noble house of Malfoy. And my wand arm is this one." The young boy said haughtily while his parents watched with small fond smiles. Harry quickly measured the measurements of the boys wrist to elbow, around the wrist and palm to the tip of his index finger acting on instinct he also measured the height of the boy and took notes on the pad on the side. He also released his senses and felt the personalities of his parents wands. He quickly decided that the boy seemed more like his father, whose wand was more powerful than the mother, and walked over to the more powerful wands. He then noticed that both the parents wands seemed like they were sure of their superiority so he looked for a wand that was similar.
He soon found a few box which gave of the right feel and took them to the desk and opened the one on top. As he took the wand out he felt a brush against his head and a whisper of; Chestnut and dragon heartstring, 10 inches, proud and materialistic. Harry jumped and nearly dropped the wand but quickly repeated what the wand had said, which led to raised eyebrows and impressed looks from the family. He passed the wand to the boy before quickly snatching it back when he saw that both of their forces seemed to smash together. Harry looked intently at the boy when he saw this and realised that all of the people gave off a personality but it was barely noticeable. He put the wand back in the box and carried them back to the shelf they were on previously. He walked back to the boy and stared intently at him as the boys started to fidget under the intent gaze Harry looked away and went to another set of wands with a closer feel. He started digging through the boxes on the shelf till he found one at the back. He walked over to the counter and took it out of it's box; aspen and diricawl feather and veela hair, 11 inches, very powerful, unusual and a little temperamental, Harry repeated what the wand said as he handed it over to Draco. Who took the wand in his hand. A beautiful burst of silver, gold and green shot out of the end. Draco beamed as his parents smiled.
"This is quite an unusual wand as it has a double core and is therefore quite expensive." Harry said while looking a bit sheepish. "You may also want to buy a polishing kit as seems a bit vain and might stop working if you don't keep it looking nice" Harry said now worrying about the price as he noticed the box said 17 galleons and the polishing and care kit with a safe keeping box created a total of 19 galleons.
"How much is it then, with the care kit as well of course" Mrs Malfoy said softly while Mr Malfoy and Draco stood beaming with identically proud expressions. "Well it's 17 galleons for the wand and 2 galleons for the care kit so that's a total of 19 galleons." Harry said while still worrying about the price. "That's fine young man, can you tell us anything about the wand as I have never heard of such a peculiar wand. normally Olivander only uses single cores and I have only heard of phoenix, dragon heartstring and unicorn hair being used before." Harry smiled as the man handed over the specified amount and Harry handed him the box and care kit. "Erm, sure. It's incredibly powerful, a little vain and temperamental, it should be good at charms and duelling and it should have other unusual talents though I have no idea what. I recommend teaching him some rarer forms of magic and seeming if he has any talent at it." Harry said with a smile.
Mr Malfoy stood with a smug look when he had stopped speaking and Harry could tell he would go around bragging over his sons power. " Dear, do you mind telling me your name?" Mrs Malfoy inquired quietly. "That's fine, I'm Harry Potter." They all turned to stare at him in shock. "Potter, are you related to Hayden Potter, the-boy-who-lived, I'm sure the Potters only had one branch left in their family though you do have the Potter's scruffy hair."
Harry blushed and tried to sort his hair out while he stated almost angrily; " I am Hayden's twin" The Malfoys resumed their shocked expression. "Oh, then why are you working the Potters are a very rich family you should have to work, especially at 10 years old, you only look about 8, and isn't it your birthday tomorrow?" Mrs Malfoy said in a soft voice and a frown on her face.
"Yeah but they don't like me so I have to pay for Hogwarts myself that's why I'm here." Harry said his eyes prickling uncomfortably. All of the Malfoys expression softened and Mrs Malfoy stepped forward and enveloped Harry in a hug. " Harry. .erm.. I don't know how to say this but do your parents.. treat you.. Properly?" Mr Malfoy asked looking uncomfortable at the situation. "..no" Harry replied softly. Mrs Malfoy stepped back with an enraged expression. "How dare they! Those .. Those .. Those.. AGGGRH!" Mrs Malfoy shouted. Mr Malfoy quickly went to his wife and attempted to calm his raging wife while Draco looked on with wide eyes.
Harry smiled and felt touched by how people he had only known for a few minutes could care more about him than anyone else ever has. Tears trickled down his face as he was lost in memories. He only ever remembered being called 'freak' and 'worthless' by his parents, well, not his mother, she just ignored him and everything that's has happened. He remembered when he was young, when he still had a bedroom, and he used to sit in the dark as he hear his parents read his brother a story and walk straight past his room. He used to cry after he heard the foot steps went past, wishing that his parents would walk past his door. Until one night, when he deliberately left his lamp on to see if they would come switch it off. His father came into his room and he was so happy he nearly cried, then he saw his expression. That was the first night he was beaten. At the age of 4.
He came back from his memories to a soft shaking and voices. When he saw another hand come towards him he flinched, until he felt it caress his face and wipe away his tears. He left out a soft sob and buried his face into the persons chest. He let out several broken sobs as his emotions wracked his body before he regained his composure and apologised. He was hugged again for the second time in his memory.
"Aw, I'm sorry sweetie I let my anger get away with me. Did I scare you?" the woman asked softly. "no, its just nice that someone cares." Harry mumbled in reply to the lovely woman while holding on tightly to the woman.
"Harry it's closing time." a voice said from behind him " I will open your account tomorrow and add today's wages with the bonus you have earned for selling one of the most difficult wands to match." The mysterious voice said kindly.
Harry left the shop with his customers. "I will get you out of that house as soon as I can. Take this for now" Mr malfoy said gently while handing over three vials. "That's two healing potions and a pain relieving potion. I recommend you take one of the blue ones now." Mr Malfoy said while gesturing at the bruises shown where his sleeve had ridden up his arm. Harry drank the potion and slipped the other two in the raggedy trousers he was wearing.
"Thank you Mr Malfoy, feel free to visit me at the shop whenever as I will do my chores at night" Harry said politely while wiping at the traces of tears on his face. The Malfoys smiled kindly at him as they said there goodbyes and walked away, but Mrs Malfoy refused to leave until she had hugged him and kissed him on the cheek which brought tears to the boys eyes again.
Harry decided he had had a very good day as he walked towards the elf guild to buy an elf to do the cooking. He thought about the Malfoys and decided that even if they were the nicest people he had met, you cant trust adults, so he knew he wouldn't be leaving his parents anytime soon. Harry sighed mournfully as he entered the guild and spoke to the elf on the counter. "Hello, my father, Lord Potter, would like to purchase a house elf to cook for him. The house elf needs to go there immediately and I am to be told the price so that the money can be sent to you tomorrow." Harry stated.
"Yes Master Potter sir, bookie will send chubby straight away sir, as he is the best cook we have sir" the house elf said excitedly while bouncing in his seat and clicking his fingers. Another house elf appeared. This one was significantly fatter than the house elf on the desk and infact larger than Harry by quite a lot in girth. "Chubby work for Lord Potter sir, what an honour Master Potter sir." Harry smiled indulgently at the two elves antics. "Lovely, here is a note telling you where it is as the place is under fidelus charm." The house elf took the note, read it, burnt it, then disapperated. "Bookie will write price down good sir. Here you go!" the house elf hastily wrote down the price and gave the note to Harry who took it and stuffed it into a different pocket to the vials.
"Do you have Floo that I can use Bookie, to get home?" Harry asked as he realised it was getting late and it was best he didn't walk down the street in the dark. "Yes of course master Potter. It's right over there and the pot of floo dust is on top of it." The house elf replied enthusiastically. While gesturing to an old fire place in the corner of the room. Harry walked to the fireplace and some of the sparkling green dust which he threw into it before shouting. "POTTER MANOUR!" and disappearing in a burst of emerald flames which were not unlike a augury's.
Harry fell out of the other side into the Potter family living room feeling slightly disorientated from the spinning. He soon jumped up not wanting his father to see him in a vulnerable position as it might give him new torture ideas. He walked out of the red and gold homely feeling living room into the kitchen where his family where cooing over the new elf. Harry felt the monster rising in him again but quickly tamed it knowing it would lead to magic and therefore beatings.
His father turned round in his chair when he noticed him there and sneered at him. "hey, chubby have an order for you." he said with a malicious grin. Chubby span round to him seeming happy about the prospect of orders. "when you address the freak there" he gestured at Harry. " you must call him freak or worthless cunt and you may not use any titles" The small creature paled slightly and glanced at him with a sad look in his eye. As Harry went to look away he glimpsed something in to corner of his eye and looked up at it. It was his mother. She looked at him with a mournful apologetic look. Harry felt his fists clench in anger but quickly looked down at the floor. "yes Lord Potter sir" the house elf answered quietly.
"I beg your leave sir. I wish to go do my chores so that I can get to work early tomorrow." Harry said quietly to his father making his voice blank of emotion. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his mother look down at her hands and his brothers lips compress but couldn't make out what his brothers emotions were. He felt no pity for his mother. He thought she was pathetic as she never even tried to defend or comfort her oldest son. She just watched him suffer. Harry felt his anger rise again but quickly suppressed it.
"Ha! So you got a job did you. What is it then?" his father said with an amused expression at his abused child. " I work at Olivanders sir. I fit and distribute wands while he creates them." His fathers smug grin disappeared and anger entered his eyes. "You worthless piece of shit! You think you deserve a real job! Well I can think of a job that fits you! How about a whore? Huh?" James stepped forward picked Harry up and threw him into the corridor. "Go do your jobs freak I'll be down to see you later!" He slammed the door later and Harry felt real fear that his father would take his abuse further than he even had before. He allowed some tears to escape and ran to do his chores. He hoped it would only take 3 hours so he could be finished by midnight.
Harry crawled into his bed at midnight and hoped his father wouldn't come down. He heard steps on the stairs. He tightly closed his eye hoping that he would leave him alone. The steps where lighter than usual. They came closer. They reached his bed. "Harry" came a distinctly female whisper. Harry's eyes shot open in relief as he met the gaze of his mother. "lilly?" Harry replied. She flinched as she realised her eldest son didn't even think of her as his mother. "Harry dear, I gave him a sleeping draft and put it into his drink so he won't get you. I-I want to apologise. I was scared he would hit all of us if I stood against him. I did once and he said he would kill both you and Hayden. I-I'm so sorry honey." She sobbed. "He can't hurt me or Hayden now, we have to much fame. People would notice. And the Malfoys have alerted the ministry. Not that your father knows that. Harry I signed you into an apprenticeship with Mr Olivander so tomorrow you can take your things and go and live with him. I have signed a magical contract so that no-one except Mr Olivander or you can stop the apprenticeship. Y-You'll be free Harry. Once you have finished you will be 17 and your father won't have any control and until then Mr Olivander will be your guardian. I'm so sorry I let this happen Harry. But you must leave before he wakes up or I think he might r-r-rape you. You must leave now Harry. Hayden and I are dressed and ready to escort you. Hayden knows about everything but we couldn't tell you until now as we aren't allowed near you unless he's there. Quickly" Harry saw his mothers tear and started crying they quickly hugged and Harry replied "I don't own anything so we can leave now" Harry's mum told him Hayden had a trunk full of Harry's baby toys and things and the majority of Hayden's books, as he didn't read them, she also said that she had put as much money as she could get in there which she had been withdrawing in small amounts since he was born along with more of Hayden's clothes.
They pair of them quickly rushed old of the dungeon and into the living room where Hayden stood looking nervous "Harry!" He rushed to his twin brother with tears in his eyes and gave him a rib crushing hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so sorry this happen to you! I love you bro!" The three of them quickly rushed through the floo and onto the empty and dark diagon alley. With his mothers whispered 'lumos' Harry led the way to Olivanders. All of them trying to be silent as the pale moon glittered down onto the cobble stones creating a sparkling path to Harry's, now hopeful looking future. The shadows shifted under wand light as they stealthily moved down the street while holding hands with Harry in the middle and Hayden pulling the trunk along with his spare hand. They reached the door of the shop and rushed in creating only sound from the bell as they opened the door.
Four people where waiting inside…
CLIFFIE lol sorry but it had to be done and it wasnt a very good one lol
feel free to guess who the four people are and i hope i cleared up lilly and Hayden more and you will get more on draco later methinks