MIDTERMS ARE OVER! Passed them all and now I'm back! I don't have to do this insane process of testing the government wants us to do until June. Freaking Finals! I would have updated the story yesterday but I had fencing practice. Anyway, its time to get back to the story. It has been a month since this story was written. Hooray! So Harry will be shopping in Diagon Alley now. What fun adventures will commence? Griphook is the only Goblin at Gringotts who remembers who Harry's ancestors really are. He also is going to inform Dumbledore and the Dursleys that their account with Harry has been cancelled. The story has only just begun.
P.S. To Chapter Seven's Bragging Rights People
You all have given me so many great ideas on how to do this chapter that I tried to mix them all together. Hope you all like it.
Harry's House Score
Ravenclaw-9
Slytherin-6
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Wow! I am surprised at what you guys have said in your votes. And to think the Lions and Snakes had a rivalry! Whew! But anyway, onto the important info… sadly the time ending the voting is coming closer and closer. Speakers and Watchers. Decide! Vote! Which house shall Harry James Potter be sorted into? The powers of the Sorting Hat rests inside you.
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Questions and Comments from Ch Six Reviews
Bob-Thanks for the correction.
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To celebrate one month since the beginning of the story, I have given you lucky number seven. The most magical number of all and it's my number too! Enjoy!
The Lord and Lady Phoenix: The Stone
Chapter Seven
Flourish and Blotts
Harry Potter climbed down the steps of the stone white building that housed the enormous goblin bank, Gringotts. He had just refreshed the wandless glamour charms he had cast inside the men's lavatory. The scar was still invisible and he made his uncontrollable hair much neater. It was only a slight change but by his standards it was astounding. Then he thought about the irony of how the wizarding world treated the "Boy who Lived". All they know about him was hat Voldemort tried to kill him. But he vanished when he cast the curse. No one knew what their savior looked like. They didn't know where he lived. Heck, they didn't even know who Harry Potter was. They didn't even know that Harry Potter was walking right past them on Diagon Alley.
Harry looked around at the many stores and shops. He decided that he would first need a trunk to carry all of his bought possessions. Darting casually past colorful robes, simmering cauldrons, and screeching owls, he entered a shop called Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment. Its inside was full of many things such as telescopes, hourglasses, centaur tail ropes, and what Harry was searching for, trunks. A middle aged wizard with a kind face walked out of the storeroom.
"Yes?" he looked mildly surprised that a child had entered.
"Hello sir. I'd like to see your variety of trunks please." The man looked shocked at his formal yet friendly opening.
"Of course. My boy, you do have the money to pay for these, correct? The standard price is a hundred Galleons."
"Yes sir I do have the money." He held up the bag.
"Very well. Follow me." He walked into a side room. Harry followed. On a rack were about fifty or so trunks. Each varied from size, to design, to color.
"What features would you like lad?" Harry had to look over the different trunks. He climbed up and down the ladders to gaze at the higher level ones. The man had gotten out a checklist.
"Sir, I'd think a seven compartment trunk." A scribble.
"Color preferences?"
"Black." Another scratch on the parchment.
"Compartment Rooms?"
"I'd like a Dueling Room, a Library, a Potions Lab, a Quidditch Area, a Swimming Pool, a Sitting Room, and a Storage Room please."
The man stared at him.
"Dangerous world out there."
"And the pool is for…?" Harry shrugged.
"I'm a kid. I need to relax every now and then." The man smirked at his cheek.
"Of course. Now I shall need only ten minutes to prepare the trunk." Harry sat on the couch near the front door. Ten minutes passed. The middle aged man pulled the trunk as if it was light as a feather. He handed it to Harry. It was as light as a feather, if not lighter!
"Yes, as you can tell I added a feather weight charm to it. I also added a charm that only allows you to open it and lock it. That will be One Hundred Twenty Six Galleons."
"Thank you sir." Harry said handing him the money. He shocked the man by casting Reducio and placing the shrunken trunk into his pocket. Bidding the man farewell, Harry left the store.
The Alley only got more packed as the sun soared higher into the sky. Students who were already eleven were running around, trying to buy the best things for sale. Harry shook his head and wondered what would happen on his eleventh birthday. He shook the idea from his head and dodged more flying robes until he finally entered the bookstore, Flourish and Blotts. It was a huge bookstore with many witches and wizards perusing its corridors filled of knowledge. The Elders told Harry that this store would be the most important one that he would visit since it contained a vast collection of information he would need.
He immediately headed over to the oldest looking section with the most dust on the books. Thick books most witches and wizards would find dreadfully boring by the first page. But Harry knew that this was where he would find books on Occlumency and Legilimency. Those were most important for Harry to learn since the elders told him about Dumbledore and Voldemort being naturals at the two subjects. HE would have to learn to shield against both and set up defenses in his mind. He soon found one small, but thick book about the two. It explained how to set the defenses up in his mind easily. He went around the shop picking up books that he might need in the future. Ones on Potions, Transfiguration, and Defense against the dark arts. A few on Arithmancy, Charms, Ancient Runes, and Herbology. He also made sure to get a few books on the Ministry of Magic. He would have to understand it so he could easily get through the millions of loopholes spread throughout it.
. He had shrunk all the books down so they could all fit into his pocket. He decided to get a book or two that was in the fiction section so that he could read for his own pleasure while at school. He walked down the many corridors of pages searching for it. Finally he gave up and asked the lady at the desk where the section was.
"It's in the back dear. Here I'll show you. Follow me." She led him darting past many floating books and soaring pages. The passages seemed to go on forever until finally they past a sign that said in loose, floppy writing, Fiction.
"Thank you Miss." said Harry gratefully. He did want to see how wizard authors differed from their muggle counterparts. He hadn't read many books at home (guess why) but was able to while at the school library. He couldn't check them out because the Dursleys would have destroyed them and leave the bill to him. The librarian, Ms. Dubose, was the only person he liked in school. She was a kind old woman and was the only adult in the school who didn't praise Dudley. Dudley's affections were the same, especially since she caught him putting graffiti on the library walls at the age of seven. He tried to say Harry did it but that did not convince her. Especially since she had been watching Harry reading a book for the past half hour at a desk near her. The old woman reported him but Harry was punished instead. The 'proof' was valid because the paint spelled "I did ths, sined Hary Potty." Dudley was not one of the greatest spellers in the school. His parents complained that Ms. Dubose had Dudley's "masterpiece" removed from the library. Ms. Dubose had almost resigned but Harry begged her not to leave. Harry remembered how they chatted with each other almost daily. Harry loved to create stories as a child. Being locked inside the cupboard (forbidden from seeing anything abnormal such as a cartoon) had caused him to rebel and make up stories inside his mind. He often created them from his unusual dreams he had every night. The next morning he would go to school and write down the idea. During his times in the library, Ms. Dubose often read his writings with absolute pleasure. They would chat on ends about how he created them. He remembered saying, "I don't know Ms. Dubose. I just have strange dreams." She agreed.
Harry walked past the lady and into the fictional wonderland. Books lined everywhere. The shelves had no space between them and the ceiling. He was inside a book clad cave.
He walked over to the shelf marked 'A' and started looking at the titles and authors. The Waltz of the Hippogriff-Abalis, Goblins, Hardworkers or Hagglers?-Afite, Elf Helfs-Alots, Time of the Time-Turner-Azara,…
One hour later found Harry found himself still in the same room. The books of the wizarding world were just amazing! He found himself emerged in many books, but there still wasn't that one page turner catching his attention. He had hit the M's and was on chapter four of Wando the Great-Mercane when something slammed into him. He fell to the floor with a hard thud. When his vision started to come back, he could make out the form of a small, crying girl…
Hundreds of miles away shrouded in the deep fogs of Scotland, a castle stood proud and mighty. It was built along the side of a high cliff and above a vast lake. It was surrounded by mountainous terrain and a thick, dark forest howling with many dangerous creatures. It was a school of magic. A group of four witches and wizards had built the castle long ago to teach the sacred art of sorcery to young pupils across the world. The school's name was Hogwarts.
The castle beamed with happiness as her halls, classrooms, and chambers were to be filled in just a few weeks. The staff had been preparing for the start of term for over a month now. All of their hard work would soon be rewarded. And up atop the third floor, behind the statue of a gargoyle, sat the office of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. The insides of its walls were filled from floor to ceiling with an assortment of objects. From ragged, talking hats to ancient swords. Quills to a collection of socks. Its owner was quite the complex one hundred and fifty year old man . Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk in deep thought. Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived, was to turn the age of eleven soon. The headmaster twirled his beard as he imagined the dangers the boy would face once he came. Albus's plan would have to be executed very carefully and in complete secret. If the boy found out what his future held…'No. He must not have the knowledge of it. Only when he is old enough to be capable of holding that knowledge. The plan was to begin exactly the second his birthday comes. Hagrid will turn him to the house of the lions. He shall be easy to control since he has no knowledge of our world. He will be sorted into Gryffindor and will be under my watch.' The headmaster turned to a red bird sitting on a pedestal.
"I shall be off Fawkes. The order is running low again and needs more funding." He vanished. A second later an owl flew in from the open window. Fawkes trilled at the brown bird as it dropped an envelope onto Dumbledore's desk. Fawkes looked at the Gringotts seal printed on its front.
'Well,' he thought to himself. 'This day should be interesting.'
A/N: Wow! The day has only begun for Harry. Too bad Albus just missed the letter. So close! Don't worry guys. He will be shocked in the next chapter. Till then do the challenges.
1. Slytherin or Ravenclaw as Harry's house?
2. Ginny's and Harry's meeting?
3. Dumbledore's meeting?
See you!