Magic perhaps Chapter 2 Entering the Wizarding World, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 2

Magic perhaps

Helltanz's notes: To the point I can't think of anyone who would make a good Knight to Harry's mage character to back him up that exists, so I'm considering an OC, hmm something to think about though if you guys have suggestions please share.

Oh yeah in addition to the mandatory, cliché now, shopping Harry will get the likewise cliché Gringotts meeting, as to goblins in question Harry's goblin minions are not gringotts because frankly 'they is as dumb as doornails', simpering flunky kleptomaniacs while Gringotts goblins have to be at least somewhat intelligent, which will really freak Harry out.

Disclaimer: come on you should know the drill by now

Chapter begin

Needless to say Dudley had gotten grounded, and thoroughly lectured by Vernon on the subject of hiding the letter from the Wizard school. Though Harry hadn't made his return to Privet Drive in time to hear this little lecture having gone to finally check on his minions and make sure work was proceeding.

He frankly doubted the goblin taskmasters, with the whip cracking, would allow any slacking but checking from time to time didn't hurt anything. The doubts were of course correct the goblins had allowed no one to slack off.

Even so Harry didn't both paying his relatives any attention when he returned he was far to busy caught up in his own plotting they were to cowed to make a legitimate threat against him. No, no his spiders would kill them long before then it was the primary reason Harry was so anti social possible dangers posed by people after all his goals were quite ambitious after all.

For the time being he would be focusing on mastering more magic spells he could not allow himself to grow dependent useful in most situations did not mean they suited every situation that existed. His magic reserves were growing but not fast enough that was why he was resorting to certain things, namely siphons to drain more magic than the spell required of course such things could become a burden as he had realized, in truth he had been grossly under prepared for such an early battle.

Going over what he had would keep him busy but it didn't change the fact he still needed to acquire more minions, which of course meant sooner or later summoning another batch of them, he also needed to get stronger.

It was a task, summoning, that required a large deal of preparation and a great deal of energy something that Harry was loath to expend in his current state of paranoia given the recent attacks against the school.

Just because there was the threat of another attack he didn't want to put off the reinforcing of his minions it wouldn't due to delay but at the same time he didn't like the idea of having to expend so much energy in the process.

Keeping a constant eye on all of Surrey was also out of the fucking question no certainly doing that had no guarantees of preventing further attacks not with teleportation being a readily accessible skill.

Lucky for the Dursleys it was thoughts like these, which preoccupied Harry's mind for the time being otherwise he would have likely flown into a rage over the concealing of something from him.

Making no mistake the Dursleys did of course realize that their plan to keep the letters from Harry depended upon the fact that the wizards would give up if he didn't reply and that of course meant keeping him from getting the letters.

Not that Harry would catch on not with all the things he had preoccupying his time at the moment, certainly not. He'd find out soon enough when the letters started getting a bit absurd in their arrival.

Over the next few days Harry began to get suspicious, the Dursley's had been getting stranger and stranger. To the point even he with his extended absences was starting to catch wind of the odd behavior.

Precautions he put in place in the event they tried anything had already been deployed and in the event they were that stupid well Harry was sure he could capitalize on the more than numerous horde of toxin carrying spiders in the house.

Quite a few other minions were readily accessible in the area as well, those to had been precautions he had set up after the little fiasco at the primary school. He hadn't liked doing that transferring minions from caves and woods but he had deemed it less troublesome than the alternatives risks.

Right now the contempt he felt for the lack of security that had allowed the black cloak mooks to pierce so far into what he considered his was fresh, and if he was able to capture any of them alive their remaining time on earth would no doubt be agonizingly long before they were finally killed.

Still time was for the moment on their side and well by the time Harry was informed on the matter well hopefully his anger would be focused elsewhere. Indeed that would be the case of what would come, but the Dursleys were still nearly pissing themselves in fear of a repeat of the incident of four years ago except this time young Harry Potter would have just that amount of time of magical experience added.

There were things that were currently beyond his ability to do. In the realm of minions he had no ability to summon human minions, so in that field he would have to go about it the old fashioned way, recruiting.

Unfortunately something like that really did not make him in the least bit pleased even so he acknowledged it was the only way. It wasn't impossible for him to be civil still it didn't mean he had to like it. No he recognized the problem even with the research he had done he acknowledged that he would need assistance.

Very clearly he had noted that he was at present no to physically impressive and even with magic supplementing his strength that he had minions, who admittedly were few in number, who were stronger then him. He would require back up of the physical kind a knight, warrior, barbarian, or whatnot. To summarize he required a champion of pure offense, and this was something that irked him to no end.

What in this case irked him about was of course the dependence on someone to defend him. He had never had such thing. There was a very fine difference in minions they fought other minions and did minion stuff, champions were lieutenants you were supposed to trust them.

Harry Potter did not trust, he was a creature of contempt he despised the majority of all the things he had encountered thus far. Trust was something alien to him. Still it would be better to find one champion he could trust than a hundred who he could not.

If those idiots don't' stop making a racket, he thought contemptuously as he heard the ruckus down stairs. The threat trailed off wonder exactly what could be causing such a bothersome amount of noise.

Just for the barest moments his paranoia flared into life before replaced with undulating hate and contempt magic wrapped around him flowing like an icy wind over his flesh and across it.

Kept from exploding out an ethereal glow began to form over his skin as aether struggled to break the air and crash out in lightning. The lights flickered in the house as the magic interfered with the technology.

Like the shadow of the eclipse the ground was soon covered by hundreds of thousands of spiders, which crawled along the ground appearing from small cracks in the walls of just emerging from space itself.

Magic flowed around him and the glass of water Harry been about to drink projected the ongoing events of living room. Events that told him nothing of what was going on but that whatever nonsense was going on was not in the den.

Not caring if it tipped his hand he sent the spiders crawling seeking out any thing, which was living, in the house. What he found did nothing for his annoyance there was nothing here well nothing besides the usual the Dursleys were under no bewitchments that he could discern and there were no strangers present.

Of course he would have noticed their suspicious behavior had been mounting over the past week had he actually bothered to pay attention rather than going about his regular routine as if nothing was the matter.

Perhaps due to the fact he had done nothing but practice magic and oversee varying other tasks he had missed these signs. Harry scowled and allowed his magic to recede back into his flesh and noted he'd need to replace the lights in his room, again.

The young wizard growled well at least he hadn't blown out the window again, or set the curtains on fire, or any other number of annoying things. Harry wrenched the door to his room open despite his mastery in teleporting it was better to walk at times especially since it might give his temper time to cool.

"Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly?" Dudley asked in amazement from his position where he was huddled outside the kitchen.

Harry spared his tub of lard kin a freezing glance, "What on earth are you babbling on about now Dudley?" It wasn't simply a glare that made it frightening but the aether, which pulsed through his body and hung like a dreadful mist around him.

"Ah there you are," Vernon had stuck his head out of the kitchen, "We're going on a trip so uh go uh pack some clothes both of you." The rotund drill salesman instructed with intermittent pauses in between his words.

The main reason for the stumbling over his words was the fact the young wizard had a large number of spiders crawling about some of them particularly large all of them dangerous looking. After a minute Harry shrugged, "Eh I've got research to do, pick me up some polished stones," With a thought he teleported from the room leaving a greatly relieved Vernon in his wake.

Coming and going was something that was fairly frequent from the young wizard if the other wizards couldn't get him a letter well then the boy wouldn't go to school, though whether such a thing was positive or negative could be debated.

Most days during summer about the only thing he did at Privet was the obligatory sleeping and eating and the occasional studying so the Dursleys deciding to take an impromptu trip, given their present weirdness didn't really concern him.

Normally he'd focus his time elsewhere usually traipsing through the varying woodlands where he wasn't likely to be disturbed. If the Dursleys were skipping down for a bit he figured he'd just go ahead and get the summoning out of the way.

Of course there were more pressing matters London was becoming crowded by a foul bloody aura. Such a thing was something that only barely was a thing he was familiar with. It was an event that nearly was beyond his experience whatever was gathering in the capital was a force to be worried about.

Perhaps if the aura was smaller he wouldn't have cared but the fact was there were to many whatever it was gathering for him not to deem such a risk unwise. After all walking into such a situation with so many dark forces would be foolish, he didn't have the resources to wage a small scale war in London, not at the moment not without critically damaging his pool of minions.

For the moment it would be better to simply ignore the situation that was brewing in the capital it simply wasn't worth the resource expenditure to deal with such an ominous dark power, at least not in the present conditions. Even if it would keep him from nursing his habit of draining life force as he normally did given the danger potentially risked by going to London when he didn't know exactly what was the source of the ominous cloud it was worth it.

Going by what he knew told him little and that was unacceptable facing an unknown enemy of such numbers was totally out of the question with his present forces if he had the opportunity to avoid them. So for now he'd focus on observing after all he no reason at all to concern himself with London's problems. Besides he wasn't going to waste any minions on the capital not when he had just become aware of the hidden world of magic that place also merited his attention. It wouldn't do at all to tip his hand while they were still unaware of his true power and disposition of forces.

Having this in mind he recalled the old, ancient even, advice all warfare is based on deception. Since all life was a struggle it would be best to keep his forces in reserve and only expend them when such was necessary and London's problems didn't concern him not now if the shadow remained he might have to take action but that could be done after he had acquired more information of the source of the disturbance.

In any case Harry had made his decision to evaluate both before making a move on either of them. To do other wise would have simply been foolhardy. Contemplating an attack while knowing ones forces would be ill suited was something that he had no intention of doing not when such a fight could be avoided.

Just because he knew that there was something there did not mean one had to rush off and commit assets to figuring out what it was. A direct confrontation was completely out of the question, not only because such a thing was stupid, and Harry was also adverse to sacrificing minions needlessly at the present.

In any case given these number of disturbances Harry had decided to take a bit of a shortcut in regards to his preparation. The shortcut being gravity wards and healing wards carved into the numerous, and otherwise completely pointless fashion accessories, belts that he wore on any given day.

Justifying the use of magic as necessary as he really didn't have time to waste in his already extremely convoluted schedule for doing physical fitness. Besides it wasn't like he was going to have to kill a giant man killing scaly beastie within the next two years now was he?

Clearly one should not go about tempting fate should one. Whatever the case Harry sincerely doubted he'd need to rely on physical not at the present state of his plans clearly not with the world as it was. After he got rid of bothersome technology swords and such melee weapons would of course return as would magics dominance but until then he doubted there was any need to waste time on enormous physical fitness regimes. Most certainly did he not have any intentions of doing what Vernon was suggesting his baby whale spawn under take.

Dark rugs were laid out beneath his feet, his workshop was for the most part plain with light being for the most part provided by luminescent moss, though there were candles or torches and even the occasional crystal. A large armoire held several spare change of clothes for him in the event of an accident.

Even after three years this place was still fairly simple as far as lairs went, certainly it was unable to compare to those of lore. Still it was growing the scampering masses of goblins insured that construction was ongoing.

Few, besides the Dursleys, were aware that he went to a personal tailor to get his odd for most, normal for him, clothes. Actually the old Russian tailor provided clothes for nearly all the living beings who inhabited the lair, human or otherwise.

The small creatures in question were covered in leathery almost scale like dark green scales that at times bordered on black. Overall they had a tendency to be while borderline idiots could be cunning in the vein of I'll pop out and beat you into submission when you least expect but other than that not to bright, to the point most goblins could barely speak a fragmented form of English, one of the many reasons he kept a bottle of aspirin in his pocket at all times.

Of course it wasn't simply their atrocious English it was the fact they kept getting blood stains on his carpets, the wizard gritted his teeth in annoyance a he ran a finger down the dark crimson splotch.

He turned hearing the sliding of scales upon stone, "Your late," He all but snarled in a sibilant hiss.

"I apoligize master," The beast hissed back slithering just out of mostly illuminated area where the young overlord was hunched over papers. "There is no further evidence of any more of the activity by the faction."

By which of course was meant the dark cloak mooks, it was possible his reprisal perhaps had been fierce enough to dissuade them of any further notions of attacking or perhaps the apparent dark lord they served was furious at the failure and was brooding over the defeat, each scenario was as likely as the next.

Considering his options at the moment it was probably the wisest course of action to not attempt to seek them out. Doing such a thing with out further information on the mooks would have been dangerous. Still Harry was greatly averse to allowing the slight of their attack to go unopposed.

Even so he didn't have the resources to pursue such a trivial vendetta, not yet anyway perhaps in the days to come but not yet, nor did he have the faintest inkling of where the dark cloak mooks were making base.

Still between the suspicious activities of the Dursleys, the dark miasma that was oppressing London, and the attack he was getting steadily more annoyed because of such constant interruptions.

After a few moments of enduring an almost lyrical report there was the sound of feet scuffling across the stone of the darkened lair. The first minion coiled itself its scales rubbing against on another as it prepared to strike at a moments notice.

"Master, Master," Came the voices of the newcomers. The new comers hurled themselves across the floor gripping the carpet and beginning the usual goblin kowtowing. "We brought a human child," Sadly that was about the limit of their English speaking abilities.

Harry stared at the two scaly creatures, before he felt a tug on his absurdly fashionable long and flowing coat. "Are you Jareth?" Asked the diminutive child staring up at him with creepily large eyes.

"I hate that movie," He remarked with a slump and a groan, as the brat proceeded to poke him in the side, causing him to fix the goblins with a death glare, "what have I said about kidnapping children?"

The two scaly creatures looked at one another, "no do it?" One asked, in a confused voice.

"So what is this doing here, take her home immediately!" He growled, besides it wasn't like any one would actually believe a kid when they said that there were goblins in the woodlands, it'd get written off as their imagination, teenagers on the other hand could potentially be a much bigger problem why he generally let them get eaten or another equally terrifying fate.

A tense silence followed, mainly occupied by the aspiring overlord glaring at the dark green scaled creatures tapping his foot impatiently. "Taking home," Squeaked the second goblin hastily.

"Bye Jareth," A barely audible growl emanated from the back of the boy's throat as the girl was taken out of his workshop.
Harry slumped annoyed and leaned his back against the table and after making sure there were no other annoying interruptions spoke up again, "We'll keep an eye on the situation in the capital for the time being."

"As you wish," Hissed the voice in the shadows allowing the flash of gleaming scales in the light. Scales scraped against one another, "I could,"
Beating down accepting the suggestion just to let the beast go out and wreak havoc in order to draw out the enemy took more effort than he cared to admit to, "Forget just forget it we're not even sure that would work in drawing them out." Much as he'd of liked to the let the creature go on a rampage it was out of the question for the time being there were simply to many unknowns at present.

Case and point was they still didn't have a clue exactly what dark breed was responsible for the ominous aura that was hanging over London like a dense fog, and there were no indications such a malevolent attack would draw the cause out in the open.

Due to this fact Harry was forgoing any hostile action at least any that whose consequences weren't known. At least for the time being he would hold off once their numbers increased well that might have been a different story.

For the time being they, or more aptly he, would just have to wait and bide his time until everything was ready. Something that while tedious would give him time to prepare for the inevitable conflict to come. He'd check and see if the Dursleys were doing anything and maybe crash at whatever hotel they were staying at, yeah that would be for the best, he thought to himself.

He steeped his gloved fingers if worse came to worse and the black cloak mooks or some other enemy challenged him he could always take them off. Over time his magical reserves would grow and to facilitate that he relied on things to boost his growth namely in this case siphoning his magic off little by little. Such a thing in a fight was a problem one that Harry hadn't thought to contemplate up until this point.

In the mean time he'd keep a cautionary eye on the Dursleys while Vernon acting weird due to the influence of alcohol was not terribly uncommon, he being a really silly drunk and all, the current behaviors fit no previous set of actions.

Just for the time being he'd spend the night with them making sure they were at least some what acting normal, maybe catch a nap and then in the morning would teleport away lest he get bothered with some triviality.

Due to this little turn of events and the fact of the matter he was consecutively missing his letters from a certain magical school. It was really all quite a stupid bit of luck and the of course the mail kept coming because well it was suspected about the Dursleys and the fact was he was the 'boy who lived'. Of course he only become aware of this tid bit of information due to what could only appropriately be called badgering it out of the red cloak mooks.

Even with the removing of the labor of two years worth of research might still not be capable of tipping things in his favor. A ball of fire cracked in his hand, what a load of shit, he thought, I'll teach those mooks next time they won't get the chance to escape I will kill every last one of them on the field.

Finally with that matter out of the way he leaned back the next matter on the agenda was of course more plotting and the recruiting of minions. Quite simply just more of the usual when it came to his time being spent on planning.

He had really paid no further attention other than a cursory examination to how strangely the Dursleys were acting, but this was starting to get ridiculous. Family trips, okay he couldn't really speak on matters like this, weren't supposed to involve going to the ass end of nowheres, he paused okay maybe they were.

Giving a final sigh he settled back and listened to the thunder roar and the waves crash in the background. Vernon Dursley had apparently deemed the perfect place for a nice normal family vacation as a rock out in the sea. Actually they were bunking in the little shack that was built on top of the rock out in the sea. Not that there was that much more comfort provided by the shack than what was found on the rock to say nothing of what a bother the storm was going to be.

Just because he had a couple lightning evocation spells under his belt didn't mean he was particularly fond of stormy weather… oh wait he didn't like a lot of stuff in general so maybe there wasn't a reason to complain.

Keeping his annoyance to himself he had, at least in his mind, generously remedied the lack of fire in the fireplace, after Vernon had miserably failed, by creating a large blaze though for what purpose he was unsure seeing as he doubted he would be staying for long in this dump.

Likely he would depart from the stupid rock and maybe catch a midnight snack amuse himself with some late night readings and turn in for the night. Still he paused to consider the shack on the rock in the see sure it was a dump now but with some work maybe it could be a workable hideaway, but for that he would need resources. He paused for a moment to consider options for getting money protection rackets might be useful but such a thing could also bring more trouble. The truth was despite not being colossally intelligent his goblin minions were very good thieves and burglars in fact that was one venue he had already begun exploiting. He was exploiting that method because well for one getting supplies delivered to the lair would kinda defeat the purpose of a 'hidden' lair, that and he didn't want to waste what little monetary assets on something so trivial as acquiring food and furnishing for the lair.

Minutes passed slowly not that he was particularly paying attention seeing as he was busy considering his options. Soon enough midnight had arrived and a sharp boom thundered and rattled the shack on the rock in the sea.

No one failed to react to the booming even if some responses were stupider than others such as his tub of lard cousin asking where the cannon was as he had tumbled on to the ground.

On the other hand Vernon had come rushing into the room with a rifle of all things, and proceeding to announce it.

Potter's remaining scion didn't both with such dramatics magic coursed through the cold metal of his staff as he embraced to cold of his magic as the door flew off its hinges. In the doorway was a giant of the man, and Harry was aware of what giants looked like even if he had only seen a handful of them.

The man in the doorway's face was almost completely hidden by a long shaggy mane of hair and a wild tangled bear, though his black glittering eyes were still visible. Newcomer squeezed his way into the shack, albeit with his great height he had to stoop and even then it only barely kept his head from scraping the ceiling.

Whatever the case the man seemed to ignore the risk of an impending death, either from the gun that Vernon had or Harry's staff, and casually fitted the door back into its frame with nary a word. The bantering that followed actually was fairly amusing. "Vernon you're not helping in the slightest." Harry grunted leaning on his staff. The large non magical relative squeaked as lightning crackled along the length of the metal and nodded hastily.

"Anyway – Harry," The giant said seemingly not noticing any of it, "a very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat for yeh. I mighta sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right." From an inside pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly crumpled box within which was a large stick chocolate cake wishing him a happy birthday.

The gift was actually rather odd, but considering the Dursleys were the absolute worst sort when it came to being family it didn't matter much, "Mmmh not to be rude but who are you exactly?"
"True," Chuckled the newcomer, "I haven't introduced myself. Rubeus Hagrid keeper of the keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."

Overall the resulting explanation had taken the better part of an hour, culminating in about half way through with Harry having enough of Vernon's complaining and having the walrus of a man gagged by a spider, which positively delighted Hagrid, course that could have been just the spider.

Besides the obvious matter of introductions Hagrid had explained some what more about the wizards culture and confirming more or less what he already knew about his parents' deaths, information he had gathered from the other wizards.

Apparently the wizards had at least several schools in Britain though this Hogwarts place was supposedly the best of them. Whether that was true or not Harry was unsure considering he lacked accurate information on the other schools. In any case he had been most suspicious of the labeling of the letters.
Excluding a few minor details he had not learned much more, apparently the dark cloak mook's leader had been defeated, by him no less as an infant, of course leading him to only be further angered by the sticking him with the Dursleys afterwards, but prior to said person's death he'd been killing off other wizards.

Harry had been rather adverse to heading to London especially when Hagrid had mentioned they needed to go shopping of all things, the young wizard even bringing up the ominous miasma that was surrounding the capital. Still the too had set off much to his disgust aboard the subway.

It was more or less a rather well known fact Harry would sooner help children with their homework than elect to ride mass transport, demonstrating as was typical just how much the young wizard despised crowded places. "I reiterate I do not have the resources to fight off the cause of this miasma without sustaining heavy casualties," He was quite against going into London without further information or at the very least some scant hint of the cause of the miasma's cause, unfortunately there was little choice.

Just having to ride the underground was normally sufficient to usually annoy him to high heaven, the fact it was under the present circumstances put him on edge even more. What was ever causing the aura or rather the group of whatever was a serious possible danger to his plans while it was theoretically possible he would not be bothered Harry did not like the idea of risking such without further information, seeing as he very much doubted that he could recruit the cause of the dark aura… for now. That was precisely the matter, which was concerning him though for now.

Knowing that for the time being was what kept him cautious and more importantly alert at the present he could not afford to loose critical assets as such a thing would add years to his plans in the need to recoup such losses engaging in a real battle in London would also run the risk of attracting unwanted attention. Well frankly traveling with the massive form of Hagrid in tow was already getting odd looks on the underground, not that a well placed mentally generated spike of pain didn't' fix but that was irrelevant.

Like many things Harry had over the morning found the Wizarding world to be just as annoying as the non magical one. Among his more noticeable reason for fuming was having to go shopping again so soon. He openly sneered at the idea of wearing an actual pointed hat, and was tempted to go against the plain black robes, if not for the fact he assumed it was because of the fact they were plain so as to prevent damage.

Making sense of the shopping list was relatively easy it was mainly clothes, something he of course detested shopping for, books, objects which were much more acceptable, and then there was the annoying stereotypical magical equipment.

Naturally he was also quite aggravated that he had missed the existence of a hidden society a magical one in London of all places. Arriving at their destination also was another thing that seemed to great on his nerves it was a small rather grubby pub of all things. Hagrid however assured him the place was famous, had Harry been sure that the glamour in place did nothing other than keep non magical's from noticing the place he would have thought the grubbiness was also an illusion.

Of course his irritation only reached new heights upon entering the establishment mainly because it wasn't well ventilated. The smell of smoke did nothing at all to improve his irritable move, his thumb moved over the textured surface of his metal pole, the weapon was in fact taller than he was. What had once been simple metal had been warped to dark black non reflective steel with intricate magic wrought patterns. The weapon was strangely warm from its own magic.

People noticed their arrival, Harry assumed correctly just from the looks that Hagrid received he was not only a regular but also a welcome one at the pub. This was confirmed at least the regular when the barman made his inquiry. Still Harry could identify that most of the customers were tense and the door on either end was reinforced wood banded with iron and had seemed to be enchanted.

Quiet did not begin to describe his movements as he walked, it was a trait that he'd acquired before the incident. Harry pressed his glasses further up his nose with his index finger. "So secret entrance or what?" He inquired as offhand as he could considering the number of people paying attention, it was causing his paranoia to flare all these people staring at them.

"Right, err the entrance to the alley is in the back," Hagrid remarked rubbing the back of his shaggy head with one massive hand, before doing his best to clear a path through the crowd.

Snorting Harry let his magic curl around his flesh slowly he began to fade becoming as if he was becoming transparent. The young wizard had mastered the ability the previous year, the fact was it was pretty useful. He didn't like the idea of making physical contact with so many people and he'd be glad to get outside and in the open out of this smoke tainted shack which positively reeked of the smell of alcohol and tobacco. Such places as pubs were places for the lower elements or the people who were apart of the path of the sacrifice at least in fantasy.

To clarify the typical heroes of fantasy, were the people of the sacrifice, they were fools people who prepared to discard themselves for the weak. In contrast Harry only intended for him to suffer the least from now on, the thing he desired most was freedom and power. For the sake of accomplishing such things the suffering of others was irrelevant to him, completely unnecessary of consideration.

Using the intangibility he slipped past the crowd who had begun clamoring around the entrance, he allowed his body to return to the standard phase and then spoke. "Lets be going Hagrid," Harry expected that magic use like what he was doing was normal since the half giant didn't comment, nor did he care that his display had caught the attention of a certain teacher at the school he was seemingly going to attend.

Very discretely the young wizard surveyed the street the password locked brick wall was actually a pretty clever idea, he was forced to admit in regards to getting inside the secret magical shopping area. Spiders crawled from inside his coat relaying their observations on the alleyway to him.

Walking down the cobblestone streets Harry paid nothing but to take minor notation to the goings on in the alleyway barely containing his desire to show contempt at the idea of using brooms to fly, though he did take note of the semi alert red robed wizards who were stationed around the alley.

Examination of the snowy white building astounded him, the building was just one of sheer size and white marble and burnished bronze doors it wreaked of magic powerful magic not as ancient as the groves obviously but still old. More than that was the uniformed goblin guards, but that didn't necessarily surprise him after all surely he wouldn't have been the first to put them to use.

It was the exchange between Harry and the bank worker that jarred him the most as he starred on as Hagrid conversed with the goblin.

The young wizard blinked in shock and took a step back from the teller stand his eyes had if anyone cared to note was twitching erratically.

"'Arry whats the matter?" Hagrid asked turning to look at the aspiring evil overlord, not that he knew that little bit. "Harry? Harry?" The half giant probed growing increasingly nervous at the ominous silence. "You alright there Harry?"

Pausing to recompose himself, he pointed at the goblin, "It just spoke English," Hagrid nodded, "WHAT THE HELL and its wearing normal clothes as well its too bloody early in the morning for this shit I need an Aspirin." He groaned, he had after all been expecting slight differences between the wild goblins but this was just utterly ridiculous the banks were run by Goblins that basically launched one big this does not compute in his mind.

After a moment he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small red and white bottle, "I knew I brought these for a reason," With that he popped the top off and downed a mouthful of pills. "Now where we?"
"Does Mr. Potter have his keys?" Inquired the goblin not even perturbed, after there were weirder reactions from other wizards, by the reaction.

Harry mentally conked himself on the head, how had he forgotten that, "Yeah Hagrid I would appreciate you giving me my keys. You are holding on to them right being the keeper and everything?" At least he was hoping Hagrid had the keys access to what he hoped was a substantial fortune, or even a small one would be greatly beneficial to his plans in both the long and short run.

Especially with the recent run of trouble that he had been having, certainly he wanted to discern the cause of the miasma in London. If only so he could make his own plans on how to deal with it. Such a malefic aura could well pose a threat to him, and of course his own goals.

"Follow me," The small goblin grudgingly hopped off its stool and gestured for them to tag along after him. Harry ran his fingers over the unnaturally warm metal of his patterned black metal staff. Intelligence from the goblins it was odd but it could be dealt with.

After they had confirmed the keys, which Harry had deposited in his pocket, the two magic users and the Goblin waited the apparent supervisor goblin to arrive. The young wizard sat in the chair leaning his shoulder upon his staff as they waited. Unexpected things like this he needed to compile what he knew, he needed more information these wizards they were unknowns.

Because he lacked information that was what Harry wanted to gather he needed to know exactly what was at his disposal and find out he would. The Wizarding world was an unknown that would have to change.

Casing over what he knew took little time. To his knowledge there were to factions the red cloak mooks were apparently the equivalent of the city watch with all the ability of the group, and the dark cloak mooks were the servants of some dark lord or another who probably wanted to conquer magical society or something.

Diagon Alley, this place this hidden place in London was apparently the major shopping center for the wizards in England. It was hardly impressive the place besides the fact that it was hidden so well.

Except the bank this place was interesting true the goblins running it was a surprise but it was an interesting one. The fact that goblins could be intelligent could be useful after all they already had their uses this merely expanded on it.

Facing facts he was aware that there were magical schools across the country of England and no doubt elsewhere in the world. This school was the place where he would be spending no doubt the next few years.

Going by this there was still a lot he didn't know his understanding of the monetary system was lacking considerably that needed to be remedied. No money wasn't the only issue the wards surrounding this place alone were something that had completely captured his attention he needed more information on that as well. His own attempts at wards were traps and concealments this put his works to shame. For him to be out done on such a scale no he wouldn't let such a thing stand.

Hopefully this school Hogwarts if it really was so high class would be of use, and if not well he'd just do what he usually did and figure it out himself. Still if Wizarding society existed that meant logically there must be conflict. Obviously the conflicts of the past must have resulted in the creation of more spells for fighting.

Indeed there was already some kind of conflict ongoing, these dark cloak mooks had been on the resurgence over the last few years according to Hagrid, though also according to the half giant without their leader the attacks were not nearly as awful as it had been before their master's fall.

Just in case Harry realized he wouldn't be able to put off summoning another patch of minions any longer while they were mooks they still posed a danger when fought in numbers so he'd need to have his countermeasures ready.

From the door in the back of the room came the shuffling of small feet on the marble tiles that comprised the floor, followed by another set of footsteps. "We will now examine the inheritance of Harry James Potter, sole remaining scion of the noble house of Potter." A new goblin announced as the older looking goblin walked up to the table.

"Hagrid this might take a while you want to got get something to eat?" Harry asked tapping the giant, hoping to be left alone.

The half giant shook his bearded head, "Oh no thank ya Harry I don't mind waiting at all," He replied.

With a hop the superior ranked goblin of the two new comers entered his own seat at the large table.

Chapter conclusion

Helltanz's notes: Anyway I'm stopping there, Hogwarts will definitely have a few more antics especially since I'm putting the populous of the Wizarding world at higher levels, particularly in regards to half bloods and even purebloods, so if anyone has surnames for wizards feel free to share with me.

It is dark Harry just to reiterate, oh and the obligatory shopping in diagon alley next chapter as well. Seriously I don't get why Harry didn't bust his ass at hogwarts to learn stuff.

I for the record like Labyrinth.

Colin me boy your win a cookie yes the original idea behind the magic was D&D, bravo laddie.