Title: Curse of Fate: Outtake Six, Purchases Most Maleficent
Author: Mistress Nika
Rating: G-ish
Summary: Hogwarts shopping with Harry. An alternate scene prior to first year.
Pairings: nada
Warnings: nada
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Notes: Inspired by someone. A reviewer someone. You know who you are. At least, I hope you do. 'Cause I don't...
Purchases Most Maleficent AKA Never Ask Harry's Intentions Unless You're Sure You Want to Know
"Excuse me?"
Looking down, the clerk found the young Lord Potter looking up at him expectantly. "Yes? Can I help you?"
The boy smiled at him disarmingly. "I can't seem to find any Nightshade."
The clerk started at the boy dubiously. What could he possibly need Nightshade for? It was only useful in a handful of potions, most of which were deadly poisons. "Nightshade is very dangerous, young man . You'll need parental consent to buy it."
"Of course," Harry said simply, glancing over to where Sirius was chasing Pansy with a pickled toad, the girl shrieking her head off. "Sirius Black!" he shouted in a commanding tone, a frown crossing his face. "Drop that toad this instant!"
Perhaps it was time spent in Azkaban or maybe just the years he'd spent hearing such commands from teachers, usually followed by weeks of detention with Filch, but the man instantly dropped the toad like it had the plague. He straightened up and immediately looked around with wide eyes for the origin of the shout. Spotting Harry, he had the dignity to look sheepish as he picked up the toad and put it back on the shelf before crossing the shop to him. Pansy took that moment to hide behind a sympathetic Narcissa.
Sirius stopped before Harry, snapped an exaggerated salute and chirped, "Yes sir, Professor Lord Potter, sir! What can this humble godfather be doing for you, sir?"
Harry shook his head amusedly at his godfather's antics.
"Tell the man I can have Nightshade," he insisted, pointing at the clerk.
Sirius eyed his godson thoughtfully before asking, "Are you going to kill anyone with it?"
Harry pondered, stroking his chin, then nodded. "Yes. Most likely."
The clerk paled.
Sirius looked solemn, yet curious. "Who?"
With a smile, Harry began to recite his Hit List.
"Albus Dumbledore, Rita Skeeter, Mundungus Fletcher, Argus Filch, Alecto and Amycus Carrow, Cornelius Fudge, Barty Crouch Jr, Barty Crouch Sr, possibly Colin Creevey, Dolores Umbridge, Gilderoy Lockhart, Millicent Bulstrode, Whatsisname Quirrell, possibly Sybill Trelawney, Tom Riddle, various as yet unnamed individuals and half the Hogwarts population." Seeing the disapproving look on his legal guardian's face, Harry tossed in, "Oh, and Severus Snape."
Sirius instantly spun on the clerk and demanded, "What are you waiting for!? Give the boy what he wants!"
Unfortunately, the man had passed out somewhere around the listing of the third government official.