DISCLAIMER: J. K. ROWLING, MY QUEEN.
THIS IMPOSTER HAS GOTTEN AWAY - WE FEAR THE FELON WILL CONTINUE TO TARNISH YOUR NAME. HIS WRITINGS ARE FEW BUT ARE LIKE A RAGING INSULT TO OUR QUEEN. WE NEED THE ARMY! AND THEN WE WILL BRING HIS HEAD BACK.
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Harry eyed the brief case. He looked at a scrap of paper in his hand and quickly dialed the numbers written there, onto the locks of the briefcase.
The case's locks unlocked with quiet clicks and Harry opened it.
A faint smile appeared on the young mans face before he shut it and stood up. He was in Draco's dormitory, alone, and all the Slytheriness was enough to make him sick.
"The greens getting to me," said Harry gravely as he heaved the case up, taking another look around the room for effect.
Draco looked ready to defend his House's honor but he snapped his mouth shut, and chose to pursue another topic that had been brewing in his mind. "Harry, Grangers got it bad for you."
Don't all these girls Harry thought sarcastically, and rather detached. "I know."
"She spent the whole meeting spewing crap against you. Bringing up your free hours, your classes, your friends - she's on her own agenda."
Harry shook his head but sported a grin. "This girl can't stop thinking about me."
Draco gave a weak smile before continuing on. "She's a filthy m-bitch but she's a smart filthy bitch. Top of our year. And she's powerful-"
Harry scowled. "Okay Mr I just jumped on the fuckers bandwagon. Tell me something I don't know about Hermione fucking Granger," he spat the rest out.
Draco coldly replied, "Damn. Just thought you should know that you are her highest priority."
Harry frowned. "Should we give her another priority?"
Silence.
For only a split second, then Draco's face split into a grin. "I like the way you think - hey potter, you have enough on your hands; like the distribution of that package you got, leave her to me."
Harry looked at his friend in amusement. "Fine, don't overdue it Malfoy."
Draco gave a sarcastic salute before saying "Now get the hell out of my dormitory - Gryffindor trash."
Harry smiled and threw on his Invisibility Cloak. He needed to get this contraband out of Hogwarts immediately - it was his golden rule. Never leave anything th could incriminate him at Hogwarts.
Don't shit where you eat.
He left with his case of hundreds upon hundreds of illegal wands down an empty corridor.
Wands could not be distributed without a legal license which the youngin did not have. But it was much more than that. Actually a lot more than that.
It was in fact; a multi-thousand galleon investment. A interesting recipe resulting in a Magic Signature modifier crafted into every wand. It resided in a compact solid that acted as the core of the wand. Expiration of said modifier, also. Grade A Charms work from the shakiest distributer Harry had ever come to meet.
In plain English it was product that under-age witches and wizards loved to use and criminals, well, they loved it, even more. They're wands that modified a spellcaster's magical signature so the spell work of a magical act is completely different from the caster's - no ministry could ID or find you.
Harry grinned as he though of the new feature that he invested in. Now he could see the spells his buyers use - and no one else.
In fact the no traceable and non identifiable wands made up a huge 30% of his empire - and getting larger.
What the Criminal Who Lived didn't know was every few seconds he was getting his picture shot. And there it goes again.
But this time it was not Granger. It was the Department of Magical Enforcement. But great minds think alike, and Granger was nearby. She saw him leave the Slytherin House which widened her eyes, and now she too, was following him. He wasn't working today, so he had no justification for leaving the grounds. And since he has no Hogwarts obligations - he should be going straight to the Gryffindor Dormitories.
If he wasn't - well, the Bat was ready.
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