Hi it's Rachel again. I made a deal with my brother. He will continue to correct and add to my story (even when he's busy with work) as long as I address the reviews. How kind of him *grumble grumble*

Nightshadekiller:

darkwolf112: My brother suggested the time-manipulation thing but i don't think that is possible in this case. Sure, Godric can manipulate Potter Manor and use magic but i don't think Godric has the knowledge to do so.

autumngold: I am so with you on that and already done (previous chapter). Hope you liked it.

RebeliousOne: I'm not yet sure where Harry will be sorted when he enters Hogwarts. There are two houses i could think off (which should be very obvious) but only one of them will allow more character improvement and interaction. If you have some ideas though, let me know.

RebeliousOne (Part 2): Yes, Harry will not be taking crap out of anyone. I made him independent which is what i strive for him to be. No, Dumbledore didn't ask about the Ravenclaw title. Keep in mind that Dumbledore recognized Harry's maturity and Lordship. He will wait for the big reveal and not push Harry to do so.

Winged Seer Wolf: I think my response to the reviews are a bit late. Teeheeeheee. Anyway, i hope the confrontation didn't disappoint. Keep in mind that my version of Harry is trained to be mature so he has a level head on his shoulder instead of just lashing out. If he succumbs to that then we have Canon Harry all over again.

DukunSihir: Thanks for the glowing review. I hope this and the next chapter doesn't disappoint.

redstickbonbon: Thanks for the heads-up. I want to tone down the super-powerful-political Harry a bit. He'll get there, someday. Let's face it, no matter what title you hold, people will always still think of Harry as a child. Harry will gradually earn his power in the political arena as he makes certain decisions during the flow of the story. Don't worry, the Sirius problem is in the works (cracking whip at brother to give her some ideas to make this happen)

sam: Noted. But for future reference, its Dobby not dobbie. Snapping fingers, wand waving...all the same thing. I'm working with my limited command of the English vernacular so I'll write it the way that is easiest for me to do so. so there. ^_^

DraconaXelphos: Thanks for the review. The only thing i can is that Harry will be making a lot of friends in Hogwarts. As any normal school, there will be clashing of ideas. This time, however, Harry will not take any crap from anyone. If he finds something he doesn't like then expect something to happen.

attis89mackan: Thank you! Mwah!

Yana5: I have to stop and rest you know. He he he but I'll do my best to keep the pace I'm on right now. Don't you just love it when it's summer with nothing to do but work with your muse? ^_^

konatachan603: Prepare to be psyched some more. I present to you chapter 07. Bwahahahahahah. No, I don't think the Dursleys will be making any more appearance. But who knows. Anything can happen in fanfiction.

DraconicWrath: No, the story is still in the works but the overall plot is already done (I even have a plot for after Hogwarts and I'm thinking of doing a crossover bwahahahahah). I may be good (buffs nails on shirt) but i'm not that good. If i post a chapter here then you can be sure that the next one is half-past done. I work on the original then pass it on to my brother for corrections or to add to the story; and while's he's doing that, I'm working on the next chapter. I just love having lots of free time, don't you?

messerpadfootforeve: Nah, I love Dumbles too much to make mincemeat out of him.

dawg3388: My version of Harry may be forgiving but he never forgets. Bwahahahahaha

PLEASE READ THE NOTE AFTER THE END OF THIS CHAPTER. IMPORTANT (puppy dog eyes and pout)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Harry Potter: Shadow Sorcerer

Chapter 07: Hogwarts Shopping

August 1, 1991

(Potter Manor)

Harry yawned and stretched after waking up to a glorious day for a trip to Diagon Alley. His discussion with the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress yesterday was an eye opener for him. He grinned when he remembered working alongside the Headmaster to free his godfather from Azkaban even if they were still in the planning stages. It would take time knowing how the magical judicial system works, but he was sure as hell going to try his best to get his godfather out and in Potter Manor to recuperate. While he's at it, it might be a good idea to bring Remus Lupin into the action since he was part of his father's group of pranksters. He decided to send the old werewolf a letter after his trip to Diagon Alley tonight though it could wait since he didn't know where the werewolf stood in terms of Sirius and his own unique situation.

He got off the bed and made his way to his bathroom for a good soak to prepare for the day. When he got there, he saw that Flippy already made the bath for him. Shaking his head at the motherly actions of his first house elf, he took off his night clothes and stepped into the tub, sighing in contentment as the hot water woke up his sleeping muscles. He luxuriated a bit considering he wasn't pressed for time.

It was an hour later that Harry exited the tub and grabbed a white fluffy towel to wipe himself dry. He walked over to the sink and faced the mirror, smiling at what he saw.

Ever since he moved to the Dursley attic, his malnourished frame was slowly being countered by a healthy dose of good food and exercise. The chores also helped in sculpting his body into its current state.

For an 11 year old, he had muscles that a young wizard should have and he liked it.

Toweling his hair, he noticed that he needed to buy hair clips since its length already reached the middle of his back. According to his father's books on Wizarding Heraldry, nobles tend to let their hair grow as a sign of their station. However, Harry's reasoning for doing so was quite simple…to tame the Potter hair.

His hair was now quite tame thanks to its length without the need of hair care product to keep it down.

At a decent height of 5'1 for an eleven year old, Harry noticed that he lacked the usual baby fat that was mostly present on kids his age. He was now sporting an athletic look with finely shaped pecs and abs. He didn't grow into a body builder nor would he want to. His current swimmer's build was perfect for him. Lithe and agile - just the way he wanted.

After spelling his hair to straighten and dry, he nodded to himself before finishing his morning shower ritual.

Harry exited the shower to see his clothes for the day already laid out on the bed – a black muscle shirt and grey trousers to be held in place by a snake-skin belt. He noticed that Flippy also brought out a pair of black dress shoes made of dragon hide. To finish the wardrobe was a black trench coat. Harry just shook his head. Not only was Flippy a mothering elf and a great cook, it seems that the little guy was also making himself to be his fashion adviser. He chuckled a bit while removing the towel and putting on a pair of boxer briefs before the rest of his clothes. He looked at himself in the mirror afterwards and couldn't deny the fact that he looked good. He held out his hand for Aria to appear in her cane form – completing the look of a perfect noble.

He walked to the sitting room adjacent to the Master's Suite and called Flippy for a light breakfast.

Of course, the elf just appeared, snapped his fingers bringing a tray filled to the brim with food on the table. Harry gave the elf a mock-glare considering there was too much food on the plate that he could possibly eat. The elf just ignored him before popping away. Sighing, Harry tucked into his meal while mumbling about demented house elf and their penchant for over feeding their masters.

Harry ate as much as he could before banishing the leftovers with a wave of his hand. Finished with his tea, Harry left the sitting room and back to his suite towards Hedwig who was currently preening her feathers.

"Hi, Hed. You want to join me for a trip to the Alley?" asked Harry as he scratched his familiar's neck earning him a happy croon.

"No master. I think I'll pass for today." said Hedwig before giving Harry a stern look. "However, please call me if you need my help or anything, alright?"

Harry just rolled his eyes.

"Yes mother." he said jokingly. Hedwig shot him a glare before going back to her preening when Harry walked straight into the shadow towards his destination.

(Diagon Alley)

Harry exited the shadow in his favorite nook in Diagon Alley with a grin on his face. His agenda for the day filled him with excitement.

First, he needed to go to meet with Griphook to check on the items his team was able to retrieve from the remains of the Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow. Next on his list was a shopping trip for his Hogwarts supplies minus the wand and pet. After that, Harry decided to check on the rest of the shops in the Alley, specifically a shop selling magical eye wear that Dumbledore mentioned in passing during their discussion since he liked the possibility of getting his eyesight fixed. Having glasses was cool and all but he was blind as a bat without it.

Harry made his way to Gringotts with a skip to his step. There weren't a lot of witches and wizards in the alley since it was a well-known fact that magicals weren't early risers. However, there were a lot of muggles today judging from the lack of magic he felt from the adults though the kids have it in their bodies.

"Muggleborns." Harry thought. "Must be doing their Hogwarts shopping. Fun."

He did pause, however, when he saw Professor McGonagall walking towards him with a family of muggles looking at the shops in awe. The girl with a bushy brown hair was chattering with her mother - which Harry was quite sure about since they both looked alike - about something that he couldn't hear. Smiling to himself, Harry walked towards them before giving his greeting.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall. Fancy meeting you here so early." said Harry to the stern Transfiguration Professor.

"Lord Potter, fancy meeting you here as well and quite early I might add. Shopping for your Hogwarts supplies I take it?" she asked while giving him a small smile which Harry found endearing.

"Indeed, professor. I just need to take a quick trip to Gringotts before going through my list." replied Harry before looking at the family behind her. "Showing the new student and their families around?"

"You're correct, Lord Potter." agreed Minerva before turning to introduce her charges for the day. "Let me introduce to you Doctors Dan and Emma Granger and their daughter Hermione Jane Granger. She will be starting Hogwarts the same year as you."

Harry gave the Granger family a formal bow which surprised them.

"Good morning Doctors Granger, Ms. Granger. I hope you find your first visit to the magical world an enlightening experience."

Dan Granger held out his hand to Harry who took it with a shake followed by Emma and Hermione.

"It is very interesting. Finding out that magic is real and that my daughter is a first-generation witch was an eye-opener." said Dan with a grin. His statement was affirmed by his wife and daughter with a nod.

Harry returned the grin with one of his own.

"Everything is interesting the first time around, Mr. Granger. The magical world is filled with things that will surely strike your fancy." Harry agreed. "I would love to stay and chat but I have some business to attend to and I'm sure that you still have a long day ahead with Professor McGonagall regarding your daughter's supplies for Hogwarts. Feel free to contact me by owl if you need any help. I know how it feels to be thrown into a world you thought only to exist in fantasy."

With another bow to the group and a nod to Professor McGonagall who was watching the interaction with an amused smile, Harry continued his journey to Gringotts but not before hearing Hermione's words. "Is he really a Lord? But he's so young." Harry just grinned, excited to meet her in the future at Hogwarts if her inquisitive nature was something to go by.

Harry reached Gringotts easily and without the gawking; though it might be attributed to the fact that his famous scar was hidden behind his hair. However, some ladies were looking him with something in their eyes that eluded him. It did make him nervous though.

It was twenty minutes later that Harry James Potter exited Gringotts patting the pocket on his trench coat with a smile.

The meeting with his account manager was exciting to say the least. He found out they were able to breach the wards at Godric's Hollow and reported that the place was quite intact though the second floor was mostly trashed which Harry theorized was due to the backlash of the failed curse. Griphook placed all the items found in Godric's Hollow in an expanded trunk so Harry could check out the contents back in the comforts of Potter Manor.

After that business done, Harry and Griphook discussed some investments that the goblin wanted to try out that required the young Lord's approval. Of course, Harry told him to go ahead which earned him a grin from the goblin before leaving his office.

Harry's first stop was Flourish and Blotts. Even if he already had his mother's books from first to second year, he wanted to have a copy of his own. Besides, it was possible that these might have revisions compared to the old copies so it wouldn't be a loss on his part. It didn't take long for Harry to get the required books, with some extras of course for light reading, and had it paid, wrapped, and shrunk before depositing it in his pocket.

His next stop was something that sent shivers down his spine…Madam Malkins.

He entered the kindly, but playful matron's shop with trepidation. Of course, Malkins saw him immediately while she was measuring up a blonde-haired kid with an aristocratic air around him and broke into a wide grin which made him cringe back in fear.

It seems that the owner of the shop had something in store for him and he didn't like it if the grin was something to go by.

"Ah…back again for some shopping?" asked Malkin with a smirk on her face. Thankfully, she kept from bringing out his title since they weren't alone. Even if Harry already accepted his heritage thanks to the lecture from Godric, he didn't want to announce it in public needlessly just to get mobbed while enjoying a relaxing day.

It was quite nice to be anonymous once in a while.

"Er…yes?" said Harry with a bit of hesitation in his voice while glancing back at the door thinking whether he should make a run for it right now and save himself from embarrassment.

Malkin saw it, however, so she waved her wand making the door to the shop slam shut with a bang scaring the blonde who jumped which caused one of pins to dig into his skin ending in an undignified painful yelp.

"Watch where you're sticking that thing, idiot." screamed the blonde while rubbing the pain away.

"Sorry, young man, but you should hold still if you don't want those pins sticking to places that might be…painful for you." said Malkin in a condescending tone which Harry found quite funny.

It didn't take long for Malkin to finish measuring the blonde amidst the scowls and curses coming from the youth's mouth. The blonde left but not before shouting "My father will hear about this."

Harry just gave the blonde an amused look before turning to the kindly matron who was smirking at the door behind the retreating blonde aristocrat.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Harry accused though his lips was twitching into a grin.

Malkin huffed, lips twitching as well. "I don't know what you mean." she denied in an overly innocent voice.

"Yes…right." agreed Harry though not believing her one bit. He stepped on the stool, waiting for the woman to measure him up. "Standard Hogwarts robes please, first year."

"Of course, Lord Potter…"

"Please madam, call me Harry. All the lordy business is for formal events only not for friends."

Malkin smiled and waved her wand causing the tapes to float around Harry taking his measurements.

"Fine, Harry. I take it the same materials as your robes then?" inquired Malkin.

"Er…what materials did you use on my robes? It didn't occur to me that there were different materials." asked a confused Harry.

Malkin nodded as she tapped a parchment to transfer the measurement into it with his name on the top.

"Well, we usually sell cotton, which is comfortable and affordable. But our best seller is Acromantula Silk."

Harry read about Acromantulas in one of his books and read the footnote that their silks were durable, comfortable, and has a bit of spell resistance to them though quite expensive due to the difficulties in harvesting . There were plenty of Acromantulas around so the supply was high but getting them was a different matter since Acromantulas view humans as food.

"Alright then, have my robes in Acromantula Silk. I think you already know that the price wouldn't be a problem?" asked Harry with a cheeky grin on his face.

Malkin smirked and banished all of Harry's clothes except for his boxers.

"MADAM!" exclaimed a blushing Harry when all his clothes disappeared…again.

"Oh pipe down, young man. I need to get your EXACT measurements so the clothes have to come off." chided Malkin while waving her wand in the air like a conductor's baton guiding the measuring tapes get Harry's measurements in places that Harry didn't know needed to be measured. His blushing grew when one of the tapes zipped down to his boxers.

Harry glared at the matron, blushing all the while. Malkin just ignored him, whistling a merry tune while continuing to wave her wand around. Harry had this feeling the Malkin was taking LONGER than usual to measure him.

"I say, Harry, you grew quite nicely these couple of months." said Malkin in fake surprise, leering at Harry's almost naked body. "I daresay that the ladies will be climbing walls and blowing houses just to get to you. Are you sure you don't want to shop without any clothes on or just maybe without a shirt?"

The young Potter Lord didn't even grace that with an answer but the severe blush on his face said it all.

It took five more minutes for Malkin to finish Harry's measurements, whistling a merry tune as she walked to the counter with a skip on her step to jot down the orders. Harry noticed something.

"Madam…my clothes…if you please?" Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Oh…oh my…I do apologize Harry. Old age seems to affect my memory these days." Malkin apologize but Harry knew that it wasn't genuine. With a wave of her wand, she returned all of Harry clothing, sans the top.

"Madam…I think you forgot something." said Harry continuing to glare at the matron, one of his eyebrows was starting to twitch.

Malkin looked at him critically with a serious look on her face.

"I think I got everything. I mean the trousers are there, which needs to be tightened a bit to show off the nice muscled legs you have. The belt looks good on you by the way…very sexy. Your robes are exquisite of course since it came from me. Yes. You're good to go Harry." She finished her inspection with a nod.

Harry was having none of it.

"The shirt?"

"Oh? You were wearing a shirt. Dear me…old age does have its drawbacks." said Malkin with a tinkling laugh though she did return Harry's shirt much to the boy's relief though the young Potter Lord felt that it was tighter than usual. "Anyway Harry, I'll have your order good to go in one hour. Please come by later to pick it up."

Harry nodded, not daring to say anything, while giving the matron his Gringotts card. After the transaction was completed, Harry left the shop but not before realizing something.

"Madam, I'm curious. While you were measuring the customer before me, you stuck a lot of pins and you didn't measure him the same way you did mine. What's up with that?"

Malkin sniffed while sorting through the orders on the counter.

"There are some customers that act like stuck-up snobs that think that they are above everyone else. If I do encounter such customers…well, let's just say that I make sure that they ENJOY their time here in my shop." She explained with an evil grin on her face.

Harry didn't say anything but exited the shop as fast as he could. Madam Malkin is scary when crossed.

Harry decided to skip the Apothecary since everything he needed was safely stored and cataloged in Potter Manor. He did make a note, however, to ask Flippy to pack the necessary supplies into his 5-compartment trunk just in case he forgot.

His next stop was the Leather Store since he wanted quality Dragon-hide gloves. The ones in the Apothecary were standard ones and normally of low quality. It didn't take long for him to find the perfect ones though he did note that each of the gloves were costly but a good investment since they have charms on them to automatically fit his hands and cured dragon-hide lasts longer and more durable than others.

Harry also dropped by Quality Quidditch Supplies since he was quite curious on the latest brooms available. He didn't plan to buy anything since he hadn't tried flying as of yet though he did make a note to buy the latest broom later after the taking the class at Hogwarts if he liked it. He had high hopes since he read in his father's diary that he was a pretty good on a broom. Harry hoped that he got that from his father as well since he got his craving for knowledge from his mother.

He didn't stay there long since the shop was filled with kids and teenagers marveling at the latest broom, a Nimbus 2000, or discussing about the latest Quidditch news in the wireless. Harry left the shop when it got too noisy for him to tolerate.

He did drop by Magical Menagerie to have a little chat with Edward, as well as restocking Hedwig's Phoenix Treats since she ate it all up without him knowing about it. He did call Flippy to take the treats back to Potter Manor with strict instructions to make sure that Hedwig doesn't find it. Realizing something, he asked Flippy if the Potter Manor have owl treat for the owlery.

After getting a negative, Harry bought a large supply of owl treat and sent it along with Flippy with instructions to always have a stash of treats around the owls that considered Potter Manor their home. Oblivious to Harry, Edward smiled in respect at the blonde upon hearing the young man's concern for the animals in his home. Harry left afterwards with a wave to the owner towards his next destination.

Harry next stop was an optician.

After asking around, he was directed to a small shop three stores away from Quality Quidditch Supplies. He was greeted by an elderly man who immediately recognized his identity though Harry liked him immediately when he didn't make a big deal out of it.

The young Potter Lord was subjected to a string of questions regarding previous check-ups, where he bought his glasses, and so on. In the end, Opticus, the owner of the place, informed him that his eye problem was genetic and there were no permanent fix for it much to Harry's dismay.

Opticus did, however, offer Harry a set off magical contacts which contained enchantments that will bond with his eyes and automatically change prescription as needed. Harry immediately bought a pair without a second thought. Harry left the shop without his glasses on but not before Opticus telling him to come by same time next year to check on the contacts to make sure that the enchantments are in working order.

Deciding to see to check on Borgin's shop, Harry ducked into a deserted alcove and put on his Harold Evans persona before walking to Borgin's at Knockturn Alley. Of course, the occupants recognized him immediately and made themselves scarce in fear of angering the powerful man. Harry mentally snickered to himself when he saw them scamper away like rats.

Harry entered Borgin's shop and saw the man polishing what seems to be an enchanted, or cursed, dagger with a piece of cloth.

"Ah Mr. Borgin." said Harry as a way of greeting to the man. "Do you have any rare books to add to my collection?"

"Welcome back, Mr…"

"Evans…Harold Evan, Mr. Borgin." Harry introduced his older persona to the shop owner.

"Welcome back then, Mr. Evans." greeted Borgin. "You're in luck, good sir. I have some rare books that came in just yesterday that you might find interesting."

"Oh? Do tell." Harry asked curiously, not sounding too eager to the shifty shop owner.

"A contact of mine from Australia just sent me a few books from the various magical tribes in the continent. One of the books detailed a ritual in helping a witch or wizard find and unlock their animagus form. I'm sure you'll be interested in this book since you expressed an interest in this subject during your first visit here in the shop." Borgin elaborated the new additions to his merchandise.

"Indeed. I find the study of Animagus intriguing though I don't have any interest in becoming one myself. Too much work; though the knowledge might be useful in the future." lied Harry. Inside, he was very excited to read the book. If the ritual works then he would have his animagus form before he enters Hogwarts. "Let me see the book then and I'll take it off your hands if I find it to be the genuine article. If you have other books to recommend, add them to the pile."

Borgin nodded and went to the back of the shop to retrieve the books. Harry just waited patiently for the man to return without bothering to check the cursed objects in the shop. Interesting they may be, he wasn't in the mood. Borgin returned later with five books which caused Harry to raise an eyebrow when he saw them.

Borgin saw the unasked question.

"You said books that might interest you so I brought out some of the others that might strike your fancy." explained the shop owner as he placed the book down on the counter for Harry to peruse.

Harry checked the title of each books in front of him and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Australian Aborigine's Animal Rituals

Magus: The Art of Controlling The Elements

Excellent Enchanter's Encyclopedia to Enchanting

Compendium of Runes from Around the World

Internal Magicks: Mastering Your Body's Energy

"These books certainly caught my interest. Great work Borgin. I see that my trust in you isn't misplaced." Harry said with a sneer.

"Of course." replied Borgin as if he was offended. "I might be a Dark Arts dealer but I make sure my customers are satisfied with their purchase. Considering the people that I come in contact with, making them unhappy promises…unpleasant accidents on my part." He added the last with a shudder.

Harry quirked an eyebrow with a twitch of amusement on his lips; Borgin was correct. It was best to do good business with cutthroats, thieves, and Dark Wizards if you don't want to get killed by screwing them.

"I'll take all of them, Borgin. I'll drop by again around winter to see if you have something new for me." said Harry as he paid for his purchase and shrunk them with a lazy wave of his cane before putting them in his pocket for safekeeping.

With a nod to Borgin, Harry left the shop towards his next destination. The Muggle World

Harry exited the Leaky Cauldron after a bottle of Butterbeer and a short conversation with Tom the Barman to take the train to downtown London. His stop was at a shop called Wide Screen Center at Dorset Street which specializes in telescopes for those who loved do delve into Astronomy – either as a base for study or a hobby.

While he was on the train, he realized that he didn't have that much muggle money with him. He cursed since he needed to go back to Gringotts and find a way to use British Pounds without having to exchange them every time.

Sighing, he decided to take the lazy route and closed his eyes. He opened up his mind and reached towards Gringotts looking for Griphook's signature. He found him easily and knocked on the goblin's shield.

"Griphook?" Harry mentally called out hoping he was successful.

"Lord Potter? Harry?" Griphook's mental voice echoed back.

"Thank Merlin it worked." Harry released a mental sigh of relief. "Hi, Griphook. Sorry to talk to you like this but I found myself in a pinch."

"What can I do to help you Harry?" offered Griphook.

"I'm in muggle London now to buy something but I don't have any British Pounds on me. Any ideas?" Harry asked his Account Manager.

"Oh…why don't you use your Gringotts Card then?" was the goblin's only reply.

"You mean I can use IT in the muggle world?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Young man," said Griphook in a condescending tone. "the Gringotts Card also acts as a debit card in the muggle world. It holds a total of 300,000 British pounds before it needs to be refilled from your account. Just present it to the shop and all they will see is the standard credit card that muggles use."

"Oh…I didn't know that." Harry replied in surprise. He didn't realize that the Gringotts card was that useful.

"Obviously." growled Griphook with a sniff. "Now is there anything else?"

"No…thank you for your help Griphook. I would be so lost without you."

"Of course. You humans are nothing without us goblins to help you in money matters."

"I wouldn't go that far, Griphook. Thanks and see you soon." said Harry before ending the connection.

Harry left Wide Screen Center hefting a box containing his new EVOSTAR-102. It was pricey, around 350 British Pounds but it was worth it. He was so looking forward to Astronomy class with this baby making it easy for him.

Whistling a merry tune, Harry ducked into a deserted alley and Shadow Walked back to Diagon to pick up his order from Madam Malkin before going back to Potter Manor. He had a letter to write and some books to read.

Edited by Corruptmonk

May 26, 2012